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eccedentesiast-skies · 5 months

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You’ve grown into someone who would have protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.

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darasnotesapp · 4 months

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halcyondaaze · 2 years

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the mother myth

Nayyirah Waheed, Salt, 2013 // Amy Beager, Simmer II, 2021 (acrylic and oil on paper) // Susan Forward, Mothers Who Can't Love: A Healing Guide for Daughters (paraphrased) // loveryborxo, Into The Wall // Joan Tierney, The Elektra Complex // Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief // Ninn Salaün

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stumbling-after-happiness · 10 months

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TW (CSA)

A hard thing for me about being a CSA survivor/victim is that it can be like living a double life.

I’ll stand in the supermarket check out line like I didn’t have a seriously effed up childhood, holding some discounted fruit. And no one around me knows that I’m trying to cope with the earth-shattering knowledge that my own mother and father were my abusers. And most other people seem to be waiting in line with their supplies as though they have no idea the pain that someone can inflict on another.

Some people sadly probably do know about this deep pain. However, we just wait there with our waiting faces, trying to get our food and go.

It’s like I’ve just survived a horrendous ship wreck and I’ve pulled myself to shore. My hair is matted, clothes hanging off, pale skin, dirty nails, shivering, no shoes, and a wild desperation in my eyes. And the people around me are just walking past.

The invisibility I feel as a survivor is no one’s fault, however it’s so strange living in a world where many others have no idea of the suffering I’ve experienced.

And the expectation is there that I should be a fully functioning adult with a job, neat little life, and average levels of happiness. When I’m still coming to terms with what I lost in a storm.

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thewallsaretalking-again · 2 years

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“You must learn to protect yourself first, Magnus”

TW: The text below is a backstory for this image. If you are sensitive to abusive caretakers, locking yourself in your room, PTSD or anything related to those subjects, I would suggest not reading beyond this point. Otherwise, enjoy my head cannon/ au backstory. Thank you for reading.

(p.s: I’m new to tumblr so I’m not sure how to add the “read more” option)

(Edit: GUYS I DID IT :D)

(Edit #2: the story’s been changed because I wasn’t satisfied with it)

Ultra Magnus had a strict beginning to life. He was born into young frame and gained a caretaker very early in life. He was an excellent student, but focused on studying instead of socialization, leaving him quite lonely and somewhat desperate to impress. Though a star student at school, Magnus’ home life was somewhat harsh. His caretaker wasn’t the kindest, and often took his anger out on Magnus in fits of yelling, even when Magnus did nothing wrong. He would lock magnus in his room when he wanted him to leave him alone, constantly telling Magnus it was for his own good. His room was quite bare, with a bed, a small polishing kit, a desk, a few nick-naks, and the occasional cube of energon and his daily school supplies. Magnus needed permission to leave his room, to make himself food, to go outside, to watch tv, read a datapad, have something in his possession, and quite frankly everything else. There was only one thing magnus kept without his caretaker knowing: a cybertronian notebook and stylus, kept in a crack behind his bed. Magnus would often write songs and stories in his book, relishing in the musical rhythms he came up with, enjoying the break for studying and school. His teachers were quite impressed by his skill and penmanship, but Magnus never mentioned anything to his caretaker, in fear of a long lecture and multiple slaps to the face. Possibly even a whipping…Magnus could never what his caretaker would do or how mad he would be. As Magnus grew, his upbringing left him going for higher and higher heights, leaving him always wanting more, almost constantly burning himself out. He joined law enforcement, constantly trying to impress and get promoted ( which he never seemed to have trouble with). After years of being haunted by a childhood surrounded by blank walls and endless studying, he realized that the way he had been treated as a youngling, what he had been told was helping him, giving him a brighter future, had put him in a toxic state of mind, made him an obsessive perfectionist, and left him broken and lonely when his caretaker moved and refuse to contact Magnus again. Although it was only after joining team prime at the end of the war does Optimus truly help him realize just how badly his past had affected him, Magnus wasn’t sure if he would ever find peace in his childhood, knowing what he knows now. However, he was more than happy to finally be surrounded by bots he could consider family. And honestly? That is more than enough for him.

#tfp #art #my art #tfp ultra magnus #ultra magnus #TW #Uktra magnus is such a great character #therefore I must torture him #rough childhood #found family #transformers prime #team prime #tfp Optimus prime #Optimus prime #love y’all thanks for so much love on the Dreadwing au! <3<3<3

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funbearer · 2 years

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#jello #carrots #shredded #rough childhood #childhood

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hopeaftertrauma · 2 years

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#trauma #inner child #rough childhood

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jelliclekitty · 2 years

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#rough childhood #the 90s

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shironezuninja · 1 month

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The PicsArt AI Art Generator won’t even give Nezuko Kamado art experiments a Bamboo Muzzle/Gag. And I’m still bitching about an April holiday getting in the way on Laundry weekend. No wonder I made “Hard to Starboard! Titanic” jokes about the cargo ship/bridge collapse while watching the news tonight.

Me thinks the ship got hacked~~~🎶🎵😝😜

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starrybutch · 2 months

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i love you alive girl

#farlyn touden #falin touden #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #marcille donato #farcille #farlyn thorden #just in case. god the name translation differences are rough #darn doodlin #anyway i rotate in my mind the big beautiful butch farlyn constantly. join me #snail moment inspired by my own childhood of snail holding

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catsauceeartofficial · 1 month

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Accepting isolation, craving belonging

#art #digital art #comic #long post #this is kind of vent?#I don't want to be all I had a rough childhood wahh #I just find it bizarre to have so many little aspects of my childhood shape me #I crave isolation #I thrive in isolation #But I want to belong #I want to intimately know someone #and I want someone to intimately know me #This is to all the people who have loved me #even if we dont talk anymore #i love you and have loved you and i want nothing but for you to be happy #original post

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eccedentesiast-skies · 1 year

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We hide when we don’t feel safe. When being seen, feels unsafe.

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astarionz · 2 months

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this is how it must be.

#being childhood friends. immren gets amnesia. forgets the 30+ years spent together. . wow rough #my art #bg3 #durgetash #enver gortash #dark urge #oc: immren

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liquidstar · 6 months

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#its been a long time since ive done pixel art like this #but this is a doodle ive had in my head the past couple days #and ive had a rough day so i dont have energy to do a big drawing but i did wanna draw Something to unwind #but yeah its just about fond childhood memories. we havent spoken in a long time but its still nice to look back on those times #so i tried to get the colors to look kind of like sepia....#but wherever my childhood bestie is i hope shes well truly. even if its been a while since we were in contact i wish her all the happiness #finn's art #pixel art

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nesbiter · 9 months

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Another thing I've heard some people mention is the differences between Mob and Ritsu's bedrooms. Ritsu has a bed, vast bookshelves and things on his walls, while Mob has a futon, a singular bookshelf and nothing on his walls. And this isn't a design flaw, it's a silent character story. As Mob grew up with psychic powers that he struggled to control, it was likely that both he and his parents thought it would be safer for him to have the bare minimum of things in his room so that nothing gets broken and/or wouldn't put Mob or those around him in danger. Ritsu didn't have powers growing up, which meant he could decorate his room.

This is only a small theory/headcanon that I've seen floating around, but I think it's pretty interesting and says a lot about Mob and Ritsu's childhoods.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #anime #mob psycho #mob #mobu #shigeo #shigeo kageyama #kageyama shigeo #ritsu #ritsu kageyama #kageyama ritsu #kageyama brothers #mp100 theory #mp100 headcanon #mob's childhood must've been rough huh #maybe mob just chose to do this himself after the incident #or maybe he just likes futons and is a minimalist

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theonceandfuturequeenoftarts · 6 days

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“You came.”

“As always, Harry Potter, your powers of observation astound,” the Dark Lord carps. “Care to explain why we’re both here?”

And there’s the million-dollar question. He hesitates for a moment, sticking his hands in his pockets to keep from fidgeting more. “You can feel it, yeah? Everything’s coming to a head.”

After staring for a few beats, Voldemort gives a terse nod.

Harry nods a couple times awkwardly in return, licking his dry lips. “So. We’re expected to fight, and at least one of us is meant to die.”

Voldemort tenses at his side. “If you intend to ask for mercy–”

“No, no,” Harry says, anxiously dragging a hand through his wild hair and leaving it even more of a mess. “I know there’s no middle ground, for either of us.”

His words catch in his throat, stuck in the anger and frustration and exhaustion of years of fighting and losing people with no real gain.

“But,” Voldemort prompts.

“But,” Harry agrees. “Have you ever ridden a Ferris wheel?”

Voldemort blinks and frowns at the apparent non-sequitur. He says, “I beg your pardon?” but the meaning is clearly ‘Are you mad?’

“Because I haven’t. My relatives,” and his voice breaks on the word because it’s only accurate in the most technical of senses. “Used to go to the local funfair every year. My cousin would always come back with candy apples and caramel corn and some gigantic plush animal he’d say he’d won.”

He smiles, but he can feel how ragged it is. “Fat chance, that. Guaranteed my uncle bought it for him.”

“Potter, what in Merlin’s name are you on about?” He’s apparently worn through Voldemort’s limited patience and the wizard is looking vaguely murderous.

“Right, sorry. Point is, I’ve never been, and I’m guessing you’ve never been to a funfair either. I doubt it was a priority at Wool’s.”

Voldemort’s wand appears in his hand and ‘vaguely’ has shifted quickly into ‘distinctly murderous.’

“Y’know, It’s funny what you fixate on when contemplating your mortality and what you’ll regret not having done when you die,” Harry continues quickly, trying to defuse the situation. “There are lots of things I haven’t done, and so many things I’ll miss. But I keep getting caught up on riding a bloody Ferris wheel, of all things.”

He’d considered asking his friends – he had. But it wouldn’t be new for Hermione, who’d had a pretty normal childhood, magic aside, and Ron wouldn’t get why it was important even once he’d wrapped his mind around the idea of a Ferris wheel. Ron had grown up with flying broomsticks, after all.

“I thought about who else might understand why it meant something, and, well,” Harry huffs, shuffling his feet self-consciously. “Here you are.”

He refuses to look at Voldemort’s face – who knows what expression he’s wearing, but it’s probably derisive in the extreme – instead focusing on the Dark Lord’s wand in case he has to defend himself.

“You invited me to go to a fair with you,” Voldemort says levelly. “Because we’re going to battle to the death soon.”

Well, when he puts it like that.

(naïve melody)

#harry potter #voldemort #tomarrymort #silverfox!voldemort #just two dudes who had rough childhoods #bisexual disaster harry potter #naïve melody

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