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fentanyl-rabbits · 6 months
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Remembering feels dangerous
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thecreep-andtheweirdo · 6 months
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hi guys
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shigayokagayama · 2 months
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I have seen people be mad at Mrs. Kageyama and calling her abusive for saying “hey Shigeo try and stop bending all of our spoons” WTF
OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THAT ERA
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mango-iex · 8 months
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My campus has a lot of scenic places that make for beautiful pictures! Especially on a cold and boring night!
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tobusysinking · 23 days
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“But he was just a child”
So was I
And I’m suffering and he’s not
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I love being a physically and mentally strong 35 y/o man who can fight back and take no shit from people and never having been a little girl who was sexually abused by her own family. Right? That never happened to me.... right guys??
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dxrksong · 1 year
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NOBODY ASKED FOR IT, BUT I DID IT ANYWAYS! Buahahahahaha!!
This was mostly for angst reasons but to also correlate the relationship between Jason and Shadow. As the memory holder, shadow was basically keeping the major part of his soul know what had happened to him so he could experience happiness in the zone.
Of course someone thought it would be funny to revive him, Shadow still technically existing. However somewhat like the Lazarus water, Shadow will eventually be absorbed completely by Jason's core, which will be around the time Jason first transforms and accepts the realization that his situation is as permanent as it is for Danny.
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Even as a kid I knew there was something just wrong about A Bad Case of Stripes
It gave me a weird feeling as a kid too, and I think it's a combination of the illustration style and the subject matter.
David Shannon has such a particular, oil painting esque style. Most of his illustrations are very cartoony, like his iconic No David books:
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Like look at that! The features and proportions are exaggerated! Full of bright colors! Reminiscent of something a kid might draw.
But then there's A Bad Case of Stripes. In this book Shannon seems to lean much more into the realm of surrealism, and the result is...
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...uncanny. I mean look at those faces!!! Nothing like the caricature bulbous head of little David. These guys look like they crawled out of a Renaissance painting! Look at the shading!!! It looks like you could reach out and touch those little fuzzy blue pompoms! Which brings me to my next point...
A Bad Case of Stripes is just... kid-friendly body horror. There's no gore in it, but what this girl goes through is something straight out of a fever induced nightmare.
Just like those creepy realistic renders of what Patrick Star or Homer Simpson would look like in real life (remember those?) It's the realism, the 3d look, the impeccable shading that makes Stripes so damn creepy. In a more cartoonish style, Stripes probably would've been a wacky little kids book. But because of how realistic the illustrations are...
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...We wound up with the suppressed birthplace of body horror phobias for generations to come.
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rabbittongues · 2 years
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pinkunlaced · 1 year
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impunkster-syndrome · 6 months
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People who talk about false memories and memory repression really need to know those are not clinical terms. Please go look up the False Memory Syndrome Foundation. It's a predator and abuser protection organization, literally created by a woman who sided with her husband after her daughter gave a sexual abuse outcry against him. The "false memory" claim was made as a way to discredit abuse victims, and it was particularly effective against RAMCOA claims.
Please for the love of fuck look into dissociative amnesia instead and let those terms die.
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chaosdisorganized · 2 years
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I'm scared because some trauma is still repressed, so many parts are still unknown, so much pain is still buried deep in my psyche.
It fucks me up sometimes because I feel so bad already, I'm so hurt. To know there's still so, so much more I don't know, it's so fucking scary.
I survived my trauma but I don't know if I can survive the fallout.
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loveisinpictures · 2 months
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A vent moodboard for repressed trauma
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thecreep-andtheweirdo · 6 months
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I feel like I’m a ticking time bomb that’s never going to go off
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fentanyl-rabbits · 11 months
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and-stir-the-stars · 7 months
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Words Fail.
Summary: Michael asks two things of Evan: 1) Do Not Ask Questions. 2) Do Not Dig Up the Past. Evan fails. There are consequences. There are always consequences.
Word count: 4,974 Au: Grab&Go (brief description of the au here) Tw: blood, yelling, emotional manipulation, child abuse Age references: Evan-14. Mike- 29.
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Evan’s problems had started with a carton of strawberry ice cream. 
The fourteen-year-old hadn’t been sent to the store for any ice cream; only to pick up some eggs, since he and Mike had run out.
He didn’t know why he had picked up the strawberry ice cream upon seeing it, but… there had been just enough money for it left over after buying the eggs.
After running home to their dim, grimy apartment as fast as his legs could carry him so the ice cream wouldn’t melt, Evan presented the surprise present to Mike with a big, toothy smile.
It was Mike’s favorite flavor, after all. 
Except, Michael had frozen in place as the words ‘your favorite’ passed Evan’s lips while he held out the strawberry ice cream. 
For several frightening moments, Mike had stayed like that. Frozen-- locked up as though his mind were stuck elsewhere in a dream-- no matter how many times Evan called his name or waved his hand in front of Mike’s face. 
Evan had almost run to a neighbor for help, except Mike came back to life as quickly as his caregiver had disappeared. 
Half-melted strawberry ice cream splattered across the tile floor as Evan lifted his stinging hands up to his chest and curled into a protective hunch. Evan had blinked up at Mike, unable to register that his carer had slapped his hands and knocked the ice cream away even as Mike screamed at him to never buy that ice cream again. 
The teen had tried to talk–- to protest, to apologize, something-– but Mike had snatched the grocery bag of eggs from Evan and slammed it onto the counter, breaking nearly all the eggs inside the carton, and screamed at Evan to go to his room and stay there. 
Strawberry ice cream must not have been Michael’s favorite after all. 
But as Evan had curled up on the bed with his head buried in a pillow to muffle his frightened sobs at Mike’s outburst… well, it was odd, but… Evan could have sworn he could remember a gleaming silver spoon with smooth pink cream and strawberry chunks being lifted to a familiar pair of thin lips; he thought he remembered the sweet scent of strawberries paired with a long, hooked nose just like Mike’s scrunching in a smile wide enough to put wrinkles on the corners of silvery blue eyes…
Maybe Evan was misremembering. He must have been. Michael’s eyes had always been dark blue, not silvery pale. 
And Michael hated strawberry ice cream. 
Unfortunately, things were still tense between them, even though it had been a couple of days since the ice cream incident. 
Michael’s eyes would narrow whenever Evan walked into a room. Ev could feel Mike’s gaze drilling into the back of his skull and making his hairs stand on end when the elder thought Evan wouldn’t notice the staring. Mike wasn’t making jokes anymore. His voice when he did speak was sharp and short, and he rarely spoke more than a mumbled word or two.
It was obvious that Mike was still mad at him, so Evan did his best to stay out of Mike’s way. He tread carefully through the house for days, rarely leaving his room except to tiptoe around to do some cleaning, doing both his normal chores and some extra things so that Mike would have less to worry about around the house. Mike was always so tired after work. 
Evan had thought he was doing a good job. Until Michael snapped again. 
Just like last time, Evan wasn’t entirely certain of what he had done to upset Mike. 
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