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mbrainspaz · 9 months
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My manager / only coworker just recommended me a ‘documentary’ by an ‘alt-right guy’ he ‘really likes’
I wish he was right about the earth being flat so I could walk off of it
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arcadequeerz · 11 months
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Can't cut my nails short enough so I cannot claw out chunks of my scalp and hair.
Sitting here with blood under my nails and blood in my hair.
Hyper aware of how much my head hurts but fidgeting w my fidget cube to try and not let myself pick more.
Tells myself this is Normal and I am Fine. This means nothing even though I want To rip all my skin off and my hair out.
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chronal-anomaly · 1 year
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@dayanghan asked:
[ DISCOVER ] from genji. he doesn't think he's ever seen any of lena's scars so he'd be kinda curious. || Scars? Scars. (accepting!)
She sits, alone in the medbay, after a brief check in with Angela following a rough roadrash incident during a previous mission. Her t shirt had been discarded, leaving her sports bra on over the accelerator housing built into her chest. A sight not many were allowed to see.
Lena's still as Genji comes in, quiet but not silent, and Lena did not stop him from entirely. He had shared enough with Lena, Lena was content to share some of her own history with him where others would be denied.
She feels him stare at the surgical scars that surronded the mounting. It wasn't an easy surgery and it had marred and mottled the skin surronded the application. There were smaller scars too, left during fits of rage and upset of a younger woman trying so hard to be normal, to go back. But even she cannot reverse time like that.
"You can touch it if you'd like." The accelerator is ambiently warm. She feels naked like this, without the housing that protects it and gives her time-moving abilities. But there's a certain beauty to this simiplicity. Few see her like this, weak.
"Feel naked like this, without the harness." She's not much for words, but Genji felt like the person to share it with. "When I first go' it, I didn't wan' it. Tried to pull it off. But of course I couldn't."
Lena lets the converation lasp into a delicate silence.
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currently only 3 days away from being 2 months clean from self harm and i think that’s such a big and important thing to be happy about :)
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ange1sang · 2 years
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why was there a hot minute where all male emo bands loved to sing about women self harming or generally suffering. what was up with that.
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apileofmoss · 2 years
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Does God bless your transsexual heart?/True trans soul rebel/
Yet to be born, you're already dead/You sleep with a gun beside you in bed/Follow it to the obvious end/Slit you veins wide open, you bleed it out !!!!!
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PICTURE DUMP
EVERYTHING IS FAKE
IT'S ALL MAKEUP AND FAKE BLOOD
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Last warning
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cistematicchaos · 1 year
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Y’all DO know self-harm is included in body positivity/neutrality, right? You should not be shaming people for self-harming OR having self-harm scars, much less shaming them for their scars being visible. 
It’s not “setting a bad example” or “encouraging” self-harm to not be an ass about it. That’s literally in the basis of body positivity/neutrality. 
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fella-lovin-fella · 3 months
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CAN I GET A HELL YEAH?
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luveline · 1 year
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Hi! I just want to start off by saying how much I LOVE your month of September series. It really just means so much to me. I was wondering if you are comfortable if you could write a sirius x reader where the reader has just reached one year being sh free? Totally okay if your not though!
Hi! Im so glad you love it, thank you for reading, and for your request! fem!reader, tw self harm implied
You wake up to a bouquet of roses. 
Sirius is making something special by the looks of it, elbow deep in pastry and cream cheese and chopped greens. You watch him from the doorway, panicked, eyes flitting between him and the roses. Sirius gets you flowers every now and then, and each time you worry it's an anniversary or special occasion that you've forgotten and he's remembered. 
He's tied his hair up in a bun against his neck haphazardly, one single curl hanging in his eyes. He blows it away. 
"Good morning," you say cautiously. 
He turns to look at you over his shoulder and his expression is pure lightness, a glimmering smile, entirely buffeted by a happiness you can't home. 
"Good morning," he says, pleased, "barely." 
"You didn't wake me up." 
"I had things to do this morning," he says. He quickly finishes what he's doing, wrapping the last of what you think are spinach puffs up tightly and putting them side by side on a sheet of parchment paper. "Two seconds." 
He washes all of the butter and cream cheese off of his fingers and wipes his hands on a tea towel, and you know he's wanting a hug before you've even stepped into the room. You surprise him by going over his shoulders, pulling his face against yours, fingers spread over the soft top of his head. He laughs into your ear and grabs your waist.
"Good morning," he says again, "I'm proud of you. So proud of you." 
You push his face back enough to see his eyes. "For what?" you ask softly. 
"It's a year today, sweetheart. Since you last hurt yourself. That's what the flowers are for, they're a congratulations." He takes a half step back, hands sliding up to your chest, fingers gracing your shoulder blades, palms over the soft dough of your back. "How are you feeling?" 
You're startled. "Are you sure?" 
"I'm sure." 
There's a squirming shameful feeling that arises at the mere mention of self-harm, and it's almost completely derived from the social stigma of it. It's a taboo topic you aren't supposed to talk about, and Sirius saying the words so easily surprises you. Whenever you try to say it aloud yourself the words come out weak and giggly, trying to make light of a serious thing. 
"Oh." Your lips stay apart, brain on catch up. "That's good."
Sirius kisses you swiftly, says, "That's more than good," into your top lip. 
You hold his neck in a daze and kiss him back. He knows your mind is elsewhere and so he gets in one firm peck before pulling away completely. 
"I didn't know how big of a deal it was okay to make. I kind of wanted to get you a parade, because this is… I mean, you're amazing, and I know how hard it's been for you, and I know you're always trying your best all the time." He stops abruptly. He smiles. "I love you, and I see you." 
You step toward the table and cup a white rose in your hand. It's pristine, petals firm and soft and smelling stonefly of that natural rose perfume. He follows you like he's on automatic, hand falling to the space between your shoulders. 
"I love you more," you promise. 
You aren't sure if you're right. You love him more than you can explain, but he loves you enough to support you through the very worst part of your life, and to count the days after them, to be thankful for them. 
"Thank you, Siri," you murmur, turning back around. You drop your face into his chest and cling to his torso for dear life. He strokes your hair, lips pressed to the top of your head. 
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chronal-anomaly · 1 year
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@facetedspades asked:
❝ your scars are nothing to be ashamed of. ❞ (from Soldier) || Scars? Scars. (accepting!)
"I'm not ashamed of them, not so much anymore." Lena protested softly, looking up at him with a soft smile. She had grown a lot in the time since he saw her, matured. If not in body, in mind and spirit. She wasn't angry anymore at what the world had done to her, at what Overwatch had done to her. That you signed up for, Lena.
Her scars were mostly valiant, harm coming while trying to save others. Others were born from overwhelming stress, a need for grounding. Those were more rare, and long faded. Self-inflicted, alone, in a world far away from others who could help pull her out. She wasn't ashamed of those anymore either. Lena did the best she could, every time, and sometimes she came out the otherside more scarred than before. It happens.
The older scars, the ones that sat deep in her chest - those were never easy to look at. Grafting the accelerator housing into her sternum was not an easy surgery, even if Angela had had some practice with cybernetics with Genji. It was a messy job, and they were a constant reminder of what she went through to get here. Healing was never linear.
"Besides, if I were ashamed, I would stop heading into the fight. Avoid getting any more."
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it’s a little past midnight for me which means it’s officially july 24th and now i’m two months clean of self harm :D
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tittiedshrek · 4 months
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God, as a person who HAS been hospitalized before for attempting suicide, just seeing James randomly traumadump on his fucking audience to gain sympathy pisses me off to no end. I am not doubting that he has attempted or insinuating that he is lying - that is fucking gross first of all and secondly, I can understand that being the weekly "internet villian of the week" can come with harassment. Perhaps even worse harassment because he is gay and a member of a historically marginalized community. At the same time, it is EQUALLY as gross to use your attempt as a way to garner sympathy when you get called out for problematic behavior. It's manipulative, cheapens the topic, and makes everyone else who has struggled like myself look like selfish attention seekers.
I can understand that someone can feel so guilty/sad about what they have done that they can resort to self-harm, but that is a personal problem that needs to be dealt with OUTSIDE of the internet in therapy. It's not the fault of your audience, Nick, Hbomberguy, Kat, etc. that you ended up in the hospital, and it is irresponsible as a creator to have that be the FIRST thing you talk about in your "apology" video and have that hang over their heads. You can't say that you're not trying to make this into a sob story, then take advantage of your audience's parasocial relationship with you to make them feel bad for being disappointed in you.
I don't want James to die, I really don't. No one deserves to find themselves in such a state of mind, and I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy. I do, however, want him to stay off the internet completely until he recognizes the harm he has caused to the LGBTQIA+ community and he gets in a better headspace so that he can actually make amends to everyone he has stolen from and hurt.
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Note to self:
Multi-swiping quick enough can make a deep styro :3✨
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