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#don't talk to me about this i'm unwell
eyes-of-nine · 1 year
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truly what a guy
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maimochies · 21 days
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whoever talks to me about rafayel's new skin is getting — *gunshots*
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months
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You know... it's okay to trust your body. If you are separated from your body to such an extent you feel you cannot trust it, I truly from the bottom of my heart empathize and feel grief for you, but you can trust your body.
It's okay to listen to your body and to heed what it is telling you. I wish you (and your body) well wherever you go. You deserve the peace of mind to feel able to do what you want.
#positivity#mental health#mental health support#gentle reminders#this is something i struggle with myself so that's why i said i empathize (well... i guess as much as you CAN empathize)#(because even if you have gone through the same thing... it's not going to look the same as somebody else going through that)#(and while it can be valuable to express empathy it doesn't mean you truly 'get it' from the other person's point of view)#i struggle sometimes not to feel like my body is fucking with me because sometimes i expect it to function at bare minimum#or i just assume that when it is in debilitating pain that it's just... somehow to fuck with me and i am cognizant that this isn't true#i am cognitively aware that the body isn't Specifically Designed to have a Fuck With You mode even if it feels like it#but my experiences with disabilities and general unwellness made it easy for me to alienate myself from my body#in order to preserve myself i felt the need to separate myself from every flaw (or 'flaw') i have#so when people are confused about why you could mistrust your /own body/ it's stuff like this that can somewhat illustrate it#i think we don't really talk about this but i think it's more common than i would assume#(mostly based on the There Are Eight Billion People principle)#hm making this also makes me realize that abuse absolutely plays into how i mistrust my body. hm.#mistrust in your body feels like self-protection and self-preservation in this weird and almost twisted way (at least in my experience)#but then you start mistrusting *everything* and nothing feels... GOOD or NORMAL anymore#i'm going to play mahjong about this 🫡👍
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quatregats · 2 months
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They love each other so much <3
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darling-valentine · 12 days
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every now and then I remember that time my transfem friend and I were talking about her trauma and her transition and suddenly she said "but yeah you didn't go through any of that because trans men don't get harassed or bullied and have it overall easier" and I just felt so deeply upset at how she just assumed all the pain I went through couldn't exist because I somehow had it easier. I didn't even say anything because I didn't want her to think I was angry at her, because if I do then suddenly I'm an Angry Man that's exaggerating
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 7 months
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bestie bestie have you seen the poltergayst art :D? the sillies!!! ive drawn them!!
im thinkin about drawing killer having like just weird or disturbing features, like his jaw hanging barely attached or something cuz he doesn’t understand Skeleton Monster anatomy and i honestly have so many ideas for this au cackles
yes!!! yes i've seen them >:D
i just arrived home so i'm reblogging them all simultaneously but waa these beans are so interesting to daydream about...
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Like look at him look at our ghostie killie omggg<33333
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[ID: Two pages from Trigun. In the first, Rem cries as she passionately exclaims to Vash, "Don't throw it all away! Don't let it go! Don't say you'd rather die!" Young Vash seems shocked as she exclaims that she wants to see the world together, because it's made up of more than worthless people. Rem's face is scrunched up and flushed, tears beading at her eyes as she cries.
In the second, Marlin fondly tells Vash that Meryl and Milly worry when he leaves them and that he needs to learn to let people help him out, because they want to do so. Vash seems surprised, then begins to cry. He looks similar to Rem, with flushed cheeks and tears at the corners of his eyes, as he cries, "... Don't... Just... Don't tell me something like that now!" End ID]
Like mother, like son.... [starts bawling so hard I choke to death]
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[ID: Another flashback page with Rem and Vash. Vash smiles with contentment and says, "But... if you hadn't stopped me then... I never would have know that when you cry, Rem... you look like you're laughing." Rem is still teary, but she smiles happily. End ID]
Bonus :')
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imminent-danger-came · 11 months
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Your lmk parallels post makes me so unwell there so many angst I can take dude
Though I am hoping for healing arcs in the specials I feel like we're leading up to that but that's just me
LOL I'M SO SORRY.
WE'LL GET OUR HEALING ARCS EVENTUALLY. JUST NOT YET (PROBABLY). This is the hurt comfort long con you feel me.
If it makes you feel better I make myself really unwell with my own posts
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moe-broey · 11 months
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FUCK YOUR FATHER FUCK YOUR FATHER FUVK YOUR FATHWR FU--
#final one tonight (and the one i was looking for when i found the other one i was initially looking for)#(in my. fucking. folder.)#this has to be book 1??? i'm certain it is (shot taken revisiting prev books)#still like. this is so fuvked up. like. it's been so long and so it's easy to forget (esp w gustav being canonically dead now)#but like. imagine having a parent who refuses to fucking talk to you in your own fucking house#just cause they disagree w a choice you made.#and like as i say that i know for some people they don't have to imagine. severely fucked up and i'm so sorry.#UGH..... IT'S JUST...... SO UNFATHOMABLY CRUEL.#oh but he's just strict. a stern father figure. dude shut up i'm gonna throw up LMFAOOOOO#also not to be queer about it but oh my god. holy shit. oh my fucking god. jesus fucking christ. FUCK#there are many reasons alfonse fire emblem makes me insane and unwell and this js one of them#to me he's like. def queer but not in a way where it's visible. heavily influenced/defined by his agab and how he was raised due to it.#he has Just Enough things going for him to make it so he has done Everything Right.#and yet. that does not free him from SO many horrors. in a way he's punished for it. but it's all he's ever known.#it's normal. he's normal. everything is normal. this is just how it's supposed to be.#i'm going to chew on his arm. gnaw at his fuvking shoulders. have him sit on my lap and be held.#for once in his fuckinh life.#what thw fuck ever man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EXPLODE ‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥#fe alfonse
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howtobeamagicalgirl · 2 months
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My feelings about the staff meeting were 100% spot-on, and it turns out that the staff meeting was, in fact, about ME!!!
#ranntics#a 15 minute bitchfest about how ''people have been calling out when they don't have enough sick time to cover their missed days'' i.e. ME#then a 10 minute vent about how some teachers will bleach toys and set them out to dry and then leave them over the weekend#and then call out sick so the poor assistant manager who was subbing in the room had to put them all away 😭 which was so stressful for her#I know the first part was about me bc after the meeting my CA approached the manager and apologized for being out (her kids have been sick)#and the manager said ''it wasn't about you it was about LeeAnn calling out for the hell of it 🙄''#I HAD COVID AND FLU SYMPTOMS. FUCKING SHOOT ME.#apparently her issue is that I text her ''I am feeling unwell and will not be in tomorrow'' instead of a list of symptoms#so she thinks I'm lying#.....but like. if I'm lying it is just as easy to type ''vomiting all night sorry can't come in''#to me sending her a list of symptoms and just saying ''feeling unwell''are the same thing. if she had an issue she could have told me#instead of wasting the valuable time of 20+ other people to vent about it to a group.#oh and the bit about toys being left out was too specific to be about anyone else bc I'm the only person who cleans their goddamn toys#and mine was the only classroom she had subbed in this week#they had both of these talking points typed out and printed on an agenda that they passed out to everyone in the meeting.#y'all both have offices. we could have talked in there.#they don't like confrontation so they hold an ENTIRE MEETING WITH EVERYONE JUST TO TALK SHIT ABOUT ME?? LADIES.
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hypermorality · 2 months
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i used to be so casual and normal in relationships and now i need to open up someone's chest cavity and nest inside there to feel even an ounce of security
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I keep seeing snippets from tsats and they have genuinely made me cry send help
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polzkadotz · 9 months
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toasteaa · 6 months
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Shaking and crying...the new trailer...oooouogouhough....
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vulpinesaint · 10 months
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it's me and messages from people who i have constructed extremely complicated relationships with in my head sitting in my inbox
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fey-changeling · 1 year
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I wrote this as part of my dissertation and I wanted to share it because it was the only thing in it I was genuinely proud of, and it doesn't deserve to rot away in a document forever. It's inspired by a performance called APPARITION, APPARITION by Florence Peake and Eve Stainton.
676 words. Contains allusions to climate change, environmental disasters, apocalypse
Elegy for the ghosts of a green Earth
The two of them sat in a green corner of the world, where you could forget for a moment that a slow apocalypse had begun. Even the most intimate touches seemed casual, and the childish act of drawing on each other seemed like an intimacy beyond any other. They bit their lip in concentration, as if the spirals they drew across her stomach were a masterpiece unlike any other. An echo of ancient battle paint, with as much care, but no finesse, no design. Shieldmaidens fighting for the earth.
They said the future is a smoking ruin, a wreck of our own making. What’s the point of carrying on? we had little left to lose. They mourned it as if it was a tragic accident not a murder they continued to commit. Our world was dying and it seemed nobody with the power to stop it cared at all. All those girls ��� those children – who were measuring their words and their tones instead of screaming do you want to leave us with nothing?! shouldn’t have had to bear the weight of such agony. It is not for children to be forced to change the future.
People left marks on each other, not always the marks intended, as footprints left in the sand, as scars were left on the landscape. Every broken twig spoke of your presence. The colourful lines on their bodies marked interactions, and each one was different, made them different but the same. When they were together the marks drawn onto their bodies lined up, and they were a single being.
How much did it take to be so raw, to bear so much to the world and not crumple and fall and hide away the soft, vulnerable core? There is such strength in the softness, such softness in the strength. They reached for each other’s hands just so their fingers could brush, fleeting contact. Their joy was mortal in the face of all that would fall. They were there for her, and she was there for them. They were a unit, even when apart it was Them-and-Her, She-and-They. The distance was nothing, bridged by focus and intangible connection. The familiarity seemed as though it should have been private, but they had chosen to share it with the world. They were unashamed of their affection. Such honesty was startling, easy confidence in themselves, in each other. They made it seem the simplest thing to declare themselves and all between them to the world. A world that demanded and reviled honesty, and world that wanted the truth but couldn’t handle it. They made themselves a statement, a protest, explored desolation through each other’s bodies.
What could be given when there was nothing left to give? What could be taken when there was nothing left to take? How can you give back what was taken, take back what was given? It was not possible to start anew. History can be rewritten but it would not change the truth. Just as it repeats just a little to the left, in a slightly different key, the same mistakes were made again. As the world burned, melted, collapsed, exploded the truth was the press of her thigh against theirs. Their hand in her hair. Is this a defeat? all we have left to hold onto is each other. There was stillness and nothing moved but everything continued, holding its breath to witness it. They (She-and-They, Them-and-Her) held everything in holding each other. Nothing is forever, smudged the lines and curves drawn on their bodies, nothing is forever.
Bury them together, let them grow entwined, no matter what parts them. Bury them together and let them heal the earth. For they were the ghosts of the Earth, of everyone that cared. They were the desolate future, they were the flooded burnt frozen ruins, they were the life that takes hold once everything is gone.  
Burn us off the face of the earth and from the ashes grow again.
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