I want the

haiku bot to see

me badly

I’ve reached the point where TMA is a comfort series, adding to the list of “comfort series that make it abundantly clear that I have trauma and am mentally ill”.

my friend (they dont have a tumblr and i asked before posting here) posted this on twitter and ……. i am not okay . neither of us are tbh

mpreg gabriel saturday

Jay B in Seasonal Hiatus

i’m literally sorry

something about van being the storyteller of the group. something about the stories she chooses to tell out there. something about that combined with the fact that she knew before anybody else’s that they would inevitably kill each other. she let herself die on the inside, but kept telling stories. she kept the others alive by giving them somewhere else to go in their heads while she planned how to choose who would die. if she didn’t have such a vital role in keeping the humanity of the group alive, she would have scarified her body, too. she leaves the burning house last, making sure that everyone is okay. she stands with shauna as she butchers javi. she believes in the wilderness because she has to believe something. she makes sure the others believe, too, because otherwise they would lose the last glimmer of hope they have. i’m literally obsessed with her and i have no idea what i’m gonna do waiting for season three. stay tuned for me rewatching the whole show just to psychoanalyze van palmer

looks like we can’t speak daggers but use none ourselves out of this one boys *stabs the curtain*

2018-2020 czesca: house md and netflix shows 😓

2021-2023 czesca: hxh, pandora hearts and kuroshitsuji 🥰

2024 czesca: david tennant and scuderia ferrari 😵‍💫

Magnus Archives fans can see literally any object or event and go “OH MY GOD ITS A TMA REFERENCE” like it could be a fucking hole in the ground man it doesn’t matter everything is a Magnus Archives reference.

burning

What? No, I'm not spiraling wdym

*proceeds to burn my entire life to the ground*

VENT!!

TW: Psychosis, (child) r*pe, m*rder, cannib*lism, p*rn

psychosis is really fucking scary. I thought I killed my cat and lizard. I thought I was dying. I thought my family had abandoned me and been replaced with special agents trying to send me to jail. I kept asking hospital staff “are you staying? will you stay with me?” because I thought my family had left me. i thought I was being filmed at all times. I thought my family was watching from cameras telling the nurses and patients what to do next in order to torture me. i thought my dna was being collected for evidence so I tried not to go to the bathroom or touch anything. I thought I was being accused of canib*lism, p***philia, r*pe, and m*rder. I thought my little brothers were being “played” by child actors. I thought I was being poisoned with rotten food. I thought all the nurses were trying to sleep with me. I thought all the male nurses were trying to physically restrain and hurt me. There was another psychotic patient there and I believed that I was communicating with him and that he was being punished in the same way I was. I thought I was on a movie or TV set and every one in the hospital was an actor being told to act like people from my life or characters from my favorite movies and shows to try and appeal to me to get information. I rejected visitation from my father because I believed he was the ringleader of it all and when he came around it meant I was being arrested. I thought I was being sent messages through music and tv. I thought certain programs were carefully curated to mimic my life and talk to me. I thought the books they were giving me were AI generated. I thought they were giving me child p*rn to read. I thought they were just finding the most racist shit possible and giving it to me. I thought everything in the books were metaphors for r*pe, beasti*lity, racism, or child r*pe. I thought everyone was in on it, everyone I’d ever met , my school, my family, I thought every moment of my life was leading up to them “catching” me.