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phantoms-world-and-more · 1 year

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Jazz in gothem

So danny was visiting jazz's new phyciatritrist business in gothem

From the sounds of it, its going great!!!

Most of the local rouges have been coming in , and from jazz's talks their getting better, she even said she'd introduce him to someone called mr.freeze who has ice powers and is a doctor danny wonders if he could help him with research, but there are 2 problems

Some furries keep trying to hack into her system, break into the building and attempting to get her to break doctors patient confidentiality, though tucker, reinforced walls from their parents and the anti-creep stick dealt with that problem

Though the option of sending danny after them is always on the table

Thats not the main problem though

No the problem is someone called the joker

Apparently he got word of a good phyciatritrist helping the rouges and according to jazz "tried to make them go back to his level" Apparently its a phyciatritrist term for when someone feels like others are getting better and they arent so they want to bring them back down so they dont have to change.

Anyway jazz is refusing to see him for a lot of reasons, the negativity and the refusal to get help being the main 2

So jazz called danny up to see if he could get this joker to leave her alone

Jazz, her clients, batman, red hood and the joker were all in front of her building

Jazz's clients were there because when they got word that the batman AND the joker were there they came running

Joker is there because he wants to distroy this goody-two-shoes fraud of a bitch

Red hood it there because he wanted to book an appointment

And batman is there to try and get information of what this jasmine fenton is up to

They've been talking for about half an hour trying to deflate the situation

After the joker pulled out his gun so did everyone else and this is what got jazz to snap

THATS ENOUGH, you can't barge in here are try to distroy other peoples chance for proper mental health, and you batman cant know whats going on eveywhere its not healthy and is disrespectful to other peoples privacy

The joker fired his gun at jazz and batman was about to try to save the girl when...something happened

A black and white blur got in the middle of joker and Dr.jazz

When the blur stopped ot showed a 16 year old boy with blue eyes, black hair bags under his eyes and he looked as calm as can be

???: you ok jazz

Jazz:yess I'm fine, danny could you please get joker and batman off my property, after i would love to introduce you to my clients

Jazz smiled at the boy and the boy ,now danny, smiled back

Then he turned to face the batfam and the joker

Danny:ok chuckles you have 3 seconds to leave befor i make you

The joker laughed, or he did until danny took 2 steps foreward and ATE him

Dislocated his gaw, opened his wouth wider than it should and ATE him

Danny swallowed the joker turned to the batman and with Lazarus green eyes that they all knew as the pit rage and said

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exhaslo · 4 months

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Corruption Ch5

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4

Warning: Minors DNI, smut, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?

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Four months, eight days until D-Day

Your body was sore and exhausted. The amount of second guessing you had towards this Super Hero gig was high. This was not something you were used too. What were you thinking when you decided to fight straight up crooks on the street?

You barely survived a roach crawling in front of you. All of this crime fighting was taking a toll on your physical and mental health. You were so tired that you were worried someone would catch on. This secret life of yours needed to be worked on better.

What's worse? Actually villains are starting to pop up! Who the hell would have thought that there was a Vulture in this day and age. Nothing like the one from the great hero age, but goddamn, enough to make you want to cry.

"You look like shit," Miguel grunted as he entered your office. You replied with a whimper as you rubbed your eyes, "This is exactly why my experiments will-"

"Better humanity," You whispered, finishing his sentence. Miguel just gave you a quiet glare before taking a seat on your couch,

"You know what to do. I got knots from dealing with the idiots down in lab two."

"When am I ever going to get repaid this wonderful favor?" You asked with a tease, approaching him from behind.

"When you do as much work as me," Miguel scoffed in response.

You just chuckled weakly towards him as you massaged his shoulders. Thanks to your night life, you were too tired to argue or complain with Miguel during the day. You weren't sure if Miguel liked that or not yet.

Dozing off as you pinched Miguel's shoulders, you tried to focus on your main task. You needed to find a good time to approach Miguel as Spider Woman. You needed him to listen to you. To answer your questions.

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Miguel had closed his eyes for a moment as you relaxed his tense muscles. It wasn't long for him to feel your touch soften that he regained his senses. Right as he went to complain, Miguel felt your head rest against his neck.

Confused, he glanced towards you, finding you asleep. Your breathing was soft as your hands still rested against his back. This would drive any man crazy, but not Miguel. Getting up, Miguel was careful to lay you against the couch.

"What's got her this tired?" He muttered under his breathe, "Lyla-"

"Let's see. (Y/N) recently signed up gym membership, telling her friends that she feels like she's too fat. Oh, she's also being flirted with by the new IT guy. Let's seeeee-"

"I didn't ask for all that," Miguel rolled his eyes before glancing back down at you, "If she had Spider Woman's strength, she wouldn't be this tired...but I wouldn't know that until I get a blood sample from that hero."

"Don't say that too loud or poor (Y/N) might cry in her sleep," Lyla teased as Miguel started to leave the office.

With a quick lock behind him, Miguel ignored his AI-whom was having fun with the situation. In order to stop hearing his AI, Miguel requested Lyla to set an alarm for you. Today was the day that the last prisoner was going to be tested.

Miguel needed you there.

"Oh, and Lyla, have that new IT guy join us for our experiment today. We could always use more...witnesses."

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You gasped and shot up from your slumber to the sound of a roaring alarm. Attempting to calm your racing heart, you spotted Lyla in the corner of your eyes. She gave you a simple wave and informed you of Miguel's experiment that was starting soon. Your fave turned a million shades of red once you recalled what happened before you slept.

"Lyla! Is Miguel angry with me?!" You panicked, trying to fix yourself up. Lyla smiled as she appeared before you,

"Miguel can never be angry at you!"

"But-"

"Trust me!"

As much as you wanted to doubt Lyla's words, you knew that Miguel has done worse for smaller things. Perks of being his only friend here...if that was even safe to call yourselves. It were moments like these that really made you wonder what Miguel was thinking.

If he didn't like you, then what were you to him? The thoughts sometimes made you go insane. Most of the time it just led you to crying when you were alone, wishing that Miguel would just show you some affection.

Hurrying to the lab, you grabbed your tablet and readied for the notes. You could still feel your heart aching as you wondered the look Miguel was going to give you. As you arrived, you noticed a few different and new faces.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" The new IT guy waved to you.

"Oh...Hey, Aaron. Um, what are you doing here?" You asked.

"Mr. O'Hara said something about wanting to have someone ready to fix the machine if it broke down."

Ohhhhh, Miguel had something up his leave. You just gave Aaron and innocent smile since you didn't have the heart to tell him that he is being played. Though, you never took Miguel as one to hate any of the IT people. He let them work since they were the only ones aside from him who could fix his stuff.

"So, (Y/N), if it isn't too much trouble, I was wondering if I could take you out-"

"(Y/N), did you get enough rest?" Miguel hummed lowly as he approached you from behind.

You could feel your body warm up as Miguel pressed his weight against your back. This was the closest Miguel had ever been to you! Hesitating, you turned to face him, almost feeling hazy from the direct contact.

"S-Sorry, Miguel. I...I didn't mean to fall asleep," You apologized. Your breathing hitched as Miguel placed his hand against your cheek,

"It's fine. I've been working you too hard," His voice was low and sweet, turning you into putty.

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Miguel hid his smirk as he watched poor little Aaron shake in anger. Oh, the joy in taking away one's love interest. It was Aaron's fault. How dare he have eyes on you. Didn't he know better? You belonged to Miguel.

Miguel was a selfish man. While he may never make a move on you, it was still fun to show off that you belonged to him. Even now, just a few sweet words of concern and a small touch of affection nearly brought you to your knees. Now, Miguel couldn't lie, that look you were giving him was tempting.

"Let's start the experiment. (Y/N), watch closely."

"Yes, Miguel," You cooed, running off to your usual spot.

Miguel chuckled darkly before he turned to face Aaron. The poor man was holding back so much.

"Aaron, thanks for coming. Do make yourself useful."

"Yes, sir."

The anger in his voice was hilarious to Miguel. Before Miguel started, he reviewed everything once more. This was the last prisoner. This one had to succeed. It just had too! Miguel was going to resort to desperate measures if nothing came out of this.

Growling in anger at the thought, Miguel told everyone to start the experiment.

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If it were possible, hearts would be floating above your head. You couldn't hide your smile as you started to take notes. Perhaps Miguel did have a heart inside him! His touch was so gentle and warm. You had wanted to melt right into his palm.

"ARGH!"

Gasping lowly, you came back to your senses as the poor prisoner screamed in agony. This was cruel. Glancing at Miguel, you saw his face twist with pleasure. How could someone be so heartless? No, you had to see the light in him.

Miguel can still be saved!

"I'LL KILL YOU!" The prisoner screamed.

You shivered as you felt your spider senses go haywire. Something was wrong, but you couldn't act. Not here. After another moment, the prisoner broke free from the chains-his body now morphed into a half spider.

Eyes widening in horror, you watched as the scientists tried to restrain the prisoner. Miguel, on the other hand, was laughing. Finally, he had a success. Although, this was still far from what he was looking for. This was still far from him cloning you.

"Youuu!"

Once again, your spider senses went crazy. You returned your attention to the prisoner and gasped as he charged towards you. You needed to move, but like how you used too. You couldn't move like you do now.

"(Y/N)!"

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This was great. Perfect even. Finally, Miguel had something successful! Although, this wasn't exactly what he was hoping for, but anything at this point is a win. Miguel could just keep testing on the prisoner to see what helped make this time different.

Hearing the pathetic attempts of his coworkers to subdue the prisoner, Miguel hissed as he had Lyla get security. Why was it so hard to find good help?

"Youuuuu!"

Miguel let out, yet another, sigh as he turned his attention to the feral prisoner. His brows furrowed since the idiot was charging straight towards you.

You, frozen like a deer in headlights. Miguel wasn't sure what this feeling was inside his chest, but he dashed towards you. Lord, you were dumb, but move!

"(Y/N)!" Miguel roared out.

Why wasn't he fast enough? Miguel cussed as you screamed, rolling onto the floor as the prisoner dashed into the bench you were sitting. Finally reaching you, Miguel picked you up and hurried out of the lab. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you started to sob.

"Get back here!!!" The prisoner screamed.

"Tch, worked better than I expected." Miguel hissed before coming to a halt.

His wonderful test subject had crawled on the ceiling and landed right in front of the exit. Your grip tighten around Miguel as the two of you stared at the fearsome beast before you. Unable to hide his displeasure, Miguel scoffed,

"Killing me is too dull, why don't you have some more fun with it?" He spoke to the beast.

"Oh? I'd have you strapped on that table, screaming and dying like all the others." The prisoner hissed as acid dropped from him mouth. You tugged against Miguel's lab coat,

"M-Miguel, what are-"

"Fine, but let this little lamb leave. You can kill the lot of us after," Miguel offered, placing you on your feet.

"Miguel, no-"

"Deal, but only to give her a running start. I'll devour her after I'm done with you all."

Miguel chuckled lowly before turning towards you. You trembled slightly, not wanting to let go, but Miguel gave you a push towards the door.

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You nearly held you breathe as you stepped out of the lab. Once the door shut, you dashed towards the closest closet with no camera. Miguel was trusting you to get Spider Woman, that or he actually had a death wish.

Either way, he saved you....so now you were going to do the same.

"I'm coming, Miguel."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 17 days

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Okay here's one. I really dont think I'm the asshole but my ex sure does.

AITA for refusing to buy my partner a jar of pickles?

So this story has like, a little background and some confounding factors i think but i really could go both ways on whether i was the asshole.

Ill start with both my ex (21nb) and i (23f) had severe mental health issues and were working on treatment when we were together. Theyd been in and out of inpatient stays throughout our three year relationship. Towards the Day of Pickles, i had my first inpatient stay where i got help i desperately needed to keep myself safe. This happened to be about a week after my 23rd birthday, but about two and a half weeks before their 21st birthday.

Anyway, at that time i had just gotten out of the hospital and started a new job at Joanns Fabrics (i outlived that retail fucker and im proud of it). I had been unemployed for the previous year and a half because of the pandemic and so the retail job was really my saving grace to have some sort of income to buy gas and groceries. My parents let me live rent free with them in their basement but i spent a LOT of time essentially squatting at my ex's dorm because my situation with my parents was not great.

Now my ex was also being financially abused by their mom so they had a monthly "allowance" of 200$ (of their own money they made at their on campus job) and no access to their bank statements. So i spent a lot of my own money on gas and groceries for both of us, and anything we wanted to do for fun, like visit the city. Without an income, this was SUPER stressful for me and i spiraled pretty hard with feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness. Supporting two people, even minimal living expenses, on an income of exactly 0$ is the WORST.

Anyway, i got out of the hospital and pretty much immediately went back to picking up as many shifts as i could at work because id been on staff for all of two weeks before hospitalization. Knowing retail, i was probably on the precipice of losing hours or being fired altogether.

My ex wanted me to take time off to celebrate their 21st birthday (they didnt celebrate my birthday that year) and travel to see their family and drink etc. I got scheduled for an inconvenient time. I would have to miss their birthday if i didnt find someone to cover. I managed to switch shifts with another coworker who was nice enough to let me have her morning shift, so i was able to at least travel separately and be a little late to dinner.

The night of their birthday my ex wanted to get drunk and so we went to the liquor store. Now im generally pretty picky about alcohol but if i get anything special i always get enough to share. Mysteriously, no one ever offers to share the expense or pay me back. So with all of 150$ in my account, i purchased enough alcohol for myself and the rest of the party, and a bottle of (cheap af) liquor for myself. I was broke af until my next paycheck and was pretty much planning on giving up meals and staying at home because the commute to work was shorter and meant less gas.

My ex picked out a jar of boozy pickles and asked if i would get it for them for their birthday. I should note that with all the stress i was under i had found a birthday present for them but hadnt actually placed the order (was waiting to get paid). I also didnt lie to them about this and had told them that i hadnt gotten their birthday present yet. They were upset by this and told me they felt like i didnt care about them, to which i snapped and raised my voice a little.

I gave them a bit of a reality check. I told them in no uncertain terms that i was under a lot of stress, from nearly killing myself to being flat broke with little to no help from my family other than a conditional roof over my head, ordering their birthday present wasnt super high on my list of things to do and that i knew what i was going to get them and that i intended to order it as soon as i had the money to do so. After years of the sole attention being focused on keeping them alive, i needed some support and acting like i didnt care completely ignored EVERYTHING i did to keep us both afloat.They cried and played the victim as they tended to do and i was too stressed to do anything but be angry.

So when they asked for the pickles i told them no. I have NOTHING left in my bank account, and anything that was in my account was already allocated for something else.

They told me i was being selfish for buying myself alcohol on THEIR birthday, not even getting them a present, yelling at them, and then refusing to buy the one thing they asked for, especially after i refused to take off work the day before to hang out with them and their family. In front of our friends.

I told them that i was purchasing the alcohol for the whole party, that the present had slipped my mind, and that they were accusing me of not caring about them when i snapped. Then i walked out.

My bff went outside to help me cool down and i told him what was going on and how stressed i was and he said that he agreed with me, it was childish to expect me to pay for everything with no help from anyone and then act like im unreasonable for having to put limits on what i can purchase.

My ex ended up getting so pissed by all of this they broke up with me two days later, saying that their birthday was the final straw for them after I'd been so codependent and relying on them too much to survive.

I think its all ridiculous given all of the stress factors i was dealing with at the time. I feel like we're all entitled to the occasional emotional outburst/bouts of forgetfulness when we're stressed. But my ex seems to think im a selfish asshole. We've been no contact for the last two years so this isnt like a pressing concern or anything but it does make me roll my eyes occasionally.

So tumblr, aita?

(Btw im also much more financially stable now that I'm fully and properly medicated and away from them.)

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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brooooswriting · 1 year

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Situations 2

Situations 1, situations 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Jenna Ortega x reader

The last couple of days have been hard on you and Jenna. You’ve been working constantly, your boss was up your ass the whole time while you tried to please him and keep in contact with Jenna as much as possible.

Jenna was scared to leave her home without anyone, the last couple of days her dad was with her as he was there to visit her but yesterday was his last day. She’s been texting and calling you every chance she had, looking for the comfort only you were able to give her. The whole situation took a big toll on her and her mental health, obvious to everybody.

And to make it worse, someone leaked what happened and videos of the two of you. You found it rather disgusting, how could someone Film all of this instead of helping? Nonetheless, you now had around 50000 follower more and you hated it.

You were sitting at your desk, annoyed, trying to finish your work when your phone next to you rang. Carefully picking up the phone your face lit up when you saw Jenna’s name.

“Good evening darling” you mumbled out as you tried to keep tipping. “Hello y/n/n” she said, you could hear how nervous she was but decided not to ask. She was going to tell you if she wanted you to know. After a beat of silence she spoke up again.

“Are you busy at the moment?” Her voice was quiet and small. “Never to busy for you, what can I do for you?” Your voice was cheerful and happy, sure you were stressed but you’d let everything fall if she needed you. “I haven’t left my house since yesterday and I’d like to go for a walk…” she stopped mid talking as she knew you knew what she was going to ask. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes hun” you said your goodbyes before hanging up.

You stood in front of your closet panicking, you hadn’t seen her again since the accident. Sure, you talked on the phone and over FaceTime but that was different. After changing into around 40 different outfits before deciding for a black skinny jeans and a Bordeaux silk button up with the sleeves slightly rolled up. It was a bit more fancy than what you normally wore but you didn’t want to embarrass her.

Picking up your skateboard you went up the porch to knock on the door. “Y/n” she smiled as she closed the door behind her. “Hello darling” she gave you a quick hug as you bent down to kiss her cheek. “Ready for a walk?” Walking down the stairs with her you playfully bumped your shoulder into hers.

“Sooo, how was work?” She carefully asked, unsure of what to say as this was completely different. You gave each other a quick look before laughing, you guys hated small talk it was something you learned about the other rather quickly. “I love it when you try to make small talk” you grinned causing her to gasp and lightly hit your shoulder.

After another moment of silence you decided to move past the small talk. “So how are you? I mean like actually with you know everything that happened.” She sighed lowering her head to look at her feet. “I’m getting there. As you can see I’m still not ready to go out alone but you know” while the actress was embarrassed of her behavior you were pretty proud. “You’re doing great. No discussion!”

After that there was silence again, a comfortable one. The sun was slowly setting, you and Jenna walking into the sun set. It was pretty dark by now, the silence was broken every now and then by random questions and discussions. But all in all it was going well, she was relaxed and seemed happy.

That was until a man, pretty drunk, walked towards you. He was babbling, stumbling towards Jenna who quickly panicked. You made out words like “Jenna Ortega”, “photo” and “hot”. Best guess you had was that he recognized her and just wanted a picture, but in the brunettes state that was a clear no.

So you pulled your sunglasses down so they covered your face before putting down your skateboard and stepping in front of her, your arm shielding her. “I’m sorry sir, but I have to ask you step away” your voice didn’t leave any room for him to argue so he grumbled before walking away.

Before you turned around to face the trembling girl behind you you saw several people filming and taking pictures with her phones and cameras. Shaking your head you turned around to see some tears stream down her face. “Come on, let’s get away from here” you mumbled to her. “Is it okay if I wrap my arm around you? There are cameras on us” you informed her. While you didn’t get a verbal one, you got a physical one. She threw herself into your arms which gave you an opportunity to pull her away, pushing your board with one of your feet.

You pulled the girl along until you were away from prying eyes. “Are you okay sweetheart?” By now her tears had stopped flowing and her breath was slightly normal. “Yeah, I’m sorry for the way I threw myself at you” she mumbled. You leaned down to kiss her head “no need to say sorry! You’re alright, he didn’t do anything, I guess he just wanted a picture with you” you explained stroking her back softly.

After another minute you spoke up again. “Let’s get you home alright?” She nodded hesitantly parting from you and making her way down the street. You caught up to her holding out your hand, she immediately grabbed your hand finding comfort in it.

Jenna was fascinated by you, the feeling of safety that you gave her was incredible. The way you hugged her after the guy came made her feel so warm inside.

“Ever rode a skateboard?” You randomly asked her as you looked at the board in your hand. “No, not really why?” Her voice was still slightly shaking but better than before. You let the board glide to the ground signaling her to get on it. “Are you crazy?” She laughed causing you to smile too. “No, come on. I’ll hold you” you promised which seems to do the job as she carefully put on of her feet onto the board. Before she lifted her other foot you carefully grabbed her hips to stabilize her. A faint blush coating her cheeks when she realized where your hands were.

Turns out Jenna had a pretty great balance but still struggled to move the board on her own, so you pushed her by the hips for the rest of the way.

The actress was surprised when you arrived at her home, the way back seemed like a maximum of 10 minutes which clearly couldn’t be the case, but you managed to distract her to the point where she didn’t even think about the man anymore.

“Good Night y/n/n” she mumbled as she hugged you goodbye, “good night hun” you smiled as you parted and waited until she closed the door before riding back home.

When you arrived at your apartment you looked at your phone to see yourself tagged in over 100 posts and some articles. One of them immediately catching your eye.

Jenna Ortegas new girlfriend or bodyguard?

Jenna Ortega was seen with the same girl the second time this week. People who saw them said that there was a connection between them that was indescribable. But it also was the second time the girl protected the actress from pushy fans.

So now fans are asking, is this Jenna Ortegas new girlfriend? Or is she just the bodyguard?

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #Jenna #Ortega #wednesday x reader

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sirgogington · 2 months

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My Word Vomit Response on the Shelby Situation

Main Situation: Last week Wilbur Soot from Lovejoy was accused of having been abusive towards his ex girlfriend Shelby. Shelby is a live streamer and last week she did a livestream about the signs of knowing if you are in an abusive relationship. She never stated his name, but from details given people started assuming it was about Wilbur Soot. A few days later Wilbur confirmed that it was him in an apology tweet on his Twitter account. The abuse had to do with painful biting, and manipulation.

I want to start off by saying I do believe Shelby's story. I don't think Wilbur is innocent, but I do believe this situation isn't as black and white as people are claiming it to be.

Former fans after hearing the story started unfollowing Wilbur and Lovejoy and saying what a terrible man that Wilbur is, and vowing to never listen to or view any of his content ever again. He's not just a terrible man, he has to be evil too. I may be optimistic but I do think most people can change for the better if they truly want to. There are exceptions, but I truly believe that Wilbur can. The internet wants to just label him as evil and not give him any room to do that. The new thing is "guilty until proven innocent" and that's super harmful as I will go into in a different post. The way people are spreading hate in a us/them mentality is not a mature way of viewing/handling this situation and does more harm than good. Especially when it comes to death threats and doxing which have been received by both sides.

Wilbur is someone who had a hard upbringing, and has brought up at different times his struggles with mental health. On screen or on stage you would never know this about him, because he has this mask of being confident, well spoken, and joyful. Through these details Wilbur has shared we know that touring took a lot out of him mentally and put him in a bad place, but that he was seeking therapy and is probably currently still seeing a therapist to try and get better. He's shared in the past that when he first blew up on the internet he used alcohol to cope because of how overwhelming it was that so many people were consuming his content. From Shelby's stream we also learned that his living space was dirty and unhygienic and that he would make excuses for it. The details for me paint the picture of a guy struggling badly with mental illness and having a hard time caring for himself and his home. Someone who can hardly take care of themselves should not have been in a relationship. This puts a lot on the other person. It's different if he were stable and then then his mental health crashed in the middle of a longer relationship, but not if your too mentally ill to begin with. I do deeply feel sorry that Shelby had to experience that, as it truly shouldn't have happened.

I went to school for psychology and know quite a bit about different types of mental illnesses. I am by no means diagnosing Wilbur, but I do think he shows signs of someone with Boderline Personality Disorder. Borderline Personality Disorder is an emotional disregulation disorder characterized by unstable mood, behavior, and relationships. People with BPD self sabotage and will frequently end up pushing people away because they don't think they're good enough for them. (In this case maybe he wanted to act so bad so she would leave him, which is very unhealthy). People with BPD also go through depressive episodes and can act impulsively. Without therapy it is extremely hard to cope with this condition but with therapy you can make great strides in changing. I think like most mental illnesses you are aware of the fact you don't like the way you're acting you just have a hard time controlling it. For instance for me growing up with anxiety I knew most of my fears were completely irrational but that didn't stop them from overtaking my life and still feeling anxious. Wilbur has written some really deep lyrics on his new solo album Mammalian Sighing Reflex and I feel like it reflects that he doesn't like the way he is and feels guilty about those he's harmed through it. Maybe I'm giving this man too much credit, but like I said I do believe most people are capable of changing for the better.

Shelby stated she did the livestream as a way to help protect other victims of domestic violence and Wilbur Soot himself. He might still be dangerous to the public, it's really hard to know. I know after my own situation with being manipulated I was worried about the guy going after other younger women like he had with me. I didn't want anyone else have to be in that situation so I understand where Shelby is coming from. I also know that if the guy in my life had ever posted an apology, no matter how good it was, that I still wouldn't believe him and have a hard time forgiving him. Bold take but I think his apology was at least decent. Could it have been better, yeah, but could it have been a lot worse, also yes. In his apology he admits to being the person Shelby was talking about. He states that her feelings are valid, and that he wants people to hold him to higher accountability, and that he was sorry for any hurt he caused. Maybe he isnt, but it's hard to know. Wilbur stated in a livestream from last October 2023 that he was going to therapy the next day, because of this we can assume that Wilbur has been going to therapy at minimum since October. In that same livestream he states that he showers once a day when he's in his "big sad", and that he has rented places all over Brighton. He is at least hygienic in this regard, maybe moreso than he was before. It could be a red flag that Wilbur has lived all over Brighton due to possible evictions whether that be negligence or noise complaints from doing livestreams.

We'll never know how other content creators truly feel about him except for the ones that made it obvious. Of course most content creators are going to jump on the bandwagon and agree that he's an evil man. If they don't then they'll lose their platform because of all the hate they'd get. I do believe some content creators will still hang out with Wilbur secretly or still even remain his friend. But we'll never know.

For the people who are posting different video evidences of Wilbur supposedly showing signs of being abusive in the past this is what is called confirmation bias. If you believe someone is abusive suddenly you can find details in the littlest things to confirm your thought process. A lot of the clips I've been seeing have been of normal everyday behavior or confirmed bits. I've seen people say that Wilbur must have bit down really hard to leave bruises. In some cases people bruise more easily than others. I know I have random bruises on my body from nothing. We can tell that what Wilbur did however was pretty painful due to have to use a safe word. Getting bitten usually hurts. I've been bitten by a 5 year old at work and can't imagine how it would feel to be bitten by a grown man who intentionally bit down hard.

This could be confirmation bias as well, but when looking at the lyrics in Mammalian Sighing Reflex and at the album art it seems to tell the story of a man (Wilbur) who really messed up in a relationship and is feeling the pain from that, and has a lot of regret due to knowing he was the cause of her pain. He poured so much of himself into the album it's like he's bleeding out in front of the audience with the amount of vulnerability.

Analyzing lyrics because why not, using lyrics from "Mammalian Sighing Reflex"

"I get so drunk I can barely see." If this album is related to his relationship with Shelby, which I think it probably is, then maybe he tried to cope with the relationship failing by using alcohol, or sabotaged the relationship through drinking.

"A lot of friends have left my life, escaping my tractor beam of woe" Having a mental illness can make it hard to maintain friendships. This could be because it makes you so self-focused on your problems, or that people get tired of hearing about your problems. If you constantly talk about how sad you are, some people are going to have a hard time dealing with that, or get burnt out from having to keep on cheering you up.

"Fuck my life, you cared when I was sick, no one ever gave a shit.....you fought this war one-sided and asked me what am I doing this for." These lyrics seem to speak about how in a past relationship (probably meaning with Shelby), that she cared that he was mentally ill/in a low point and wanted to help him get better. The fight to help him get better was one-sided due to Wilbur not helping to get himself better. If he would have helped her then they "could of stitched my mind together."

"Never been the one for romance, never thought that I'd get married. Never been the kind to give a shared life a second glance, selfish prose." In Shelby's livestream she talked about how her and Wilbur talked about the possibility of getting married and having kids until he backtracked and said that he wasn't that way and changed his mind.

The song "I Don't Think It Will Ever End" is how his mind seems to work in cycles. He'll be sad, because he feels sad he hides away for a bit, but then he feels silly for hiding himself so he forces himself to interact with people. But then when forcing himself to interact again he feels sad, which he says is not a good feeling when you're supposedly in a good phase. He says as self-sabotage he gets silly. Wilbur is known for telling a lot of jokes, and maybe this is a way he masks his true feelings. Also for Mammalian Sighing Reflex it says the songs were written by William Gold (his legal name) and performed by Wilbur Soot (his stage name). Wilbur is who the internet/fans see him as and William Gold is who he really is. Meaning the way we see him online is the extroverted, charismatic, likeable guy we know him as whereas William Gold is introverted, self-sabotaging, nerdy, and a deep thinker.

The internet gives us way too much information. We're constantly bombarded with more and more information. Before the internet and even in the earlier internet days you did not have this. People were not being as closely viewed and known as they are now. You have to be careful about every little thing you say, because God forbid you say the wrong thing and get canceled. It didn't used to be this way. The only reason you'd ever know anything bad about a celebrity is if they were in the news. I think most of the media we consume whether TV shows, movies, etc. have the potential to have us supporting "bad people". It would be overwhelming to look up every single person we had ever consumed media from and sift through what are lies and what are not about each actor, singer, etc. I get that people don't want to give a platform to people doing bad things, but it's almost impossible to know and to remove every single bad person from the content you consume. Being a celebrity in general is hard. It's easy to become addicted to drugs, and experience toxicity especially celebrities that live in Los Angeles. Most become people they regret, but some change for the better too. I'm not saying people who do serious crimes should get out of jail because they can become better people. People in jail should remain in jail for serious crimes. Time will tell what becomes of him. If more about him is released or if he's able to actually make strides in his health like he said he would. We will wait and see. I really hope he can heal and get better. Even the most unlikely ones can change their lives. You can both support Shubble and hope that Wilbur gets better.

#wilbur soot #lovejoy

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how do you get over the social anxiety of wearing something "unusual"? i've wanted to wear lolita fashion for years but just can't muster the courage

So, for me, wearing lolita actually helps with my anxiety because yeah, it's absolutely weird. And there is something very freeing about not trying to fit in. Yes, people may think it's weird. But I know it's weird. I'm purposely being weird. So I don't have to care if people think I'm weird, because I'm trying to be weird. People generally don't say mean things, or give me dirty looks when I'm out by myself, honestly more often I'll get random compliments? And people smile more genuinely? I try just to be extra nice when I dress up too, so like, I'll make sure I smile if a kid stares, or if someone comes up to talk to me, or if I'm in a checkout line I try to be more friendly/nice than average. So like, being extra nice kind of becomes a shield I put up to make it harder for anyone not to be nice back to me. That said, I do tone it down more for like, going to the mall, than I would for going to a convention. I don't typically wear wigs and 3 headbows when I'm going shopping like I might for a meetup or a convention. That's another thing, going to meetups with other lolita or spaces like anime conventions where lots of people are cosplaying can help with getting used to being in public in lolita without being the only person dressed "weird". Like, when there is a whole flock of lolita, people do stare more, but there are a bunch of other people who can deflect questions. Gothic and classic also can be easier to wear in public alone than sweet. And then with sweet, fruit prints also are a lot more "normal" to non lolita than like, carousel or toy prints. So, if I don't want to be bothered, I'll wear brown or black classic / old school, or I'll just pick like a gingham and cherry dress and style it somewhat casually. It also helps me to have a task. So, like, I used to bring my camera to cons as a new lolita and I would take photos of other people's outfits or cosplay. Going up to someone and telling them you love their outfit and asking for a photo in a setting where that is encouraged like a convention center, or asking them where they got something, can be a great way to meet people with a positive first impression. When I'm shopping, I'm actively shopping , so I focus on the task at hand. I also tend to catastrophize, so, I think for me as well thinking "ok what's the worst that could happen and what would the solution be?" can help? Like, what is the worst that could happen? Someone looks at me funny or yells "where are your sheep" and then... what happens next logically? I don't care about that person. I don't know them. I'm probably not going to see them again. Who cares if they like my coord or not. They don't even know what lolita is. So why should I let them dictate how good I feel about myself today? Their opinion doesn't matter, they are being a jerk, and if they make me feel uncomfortable I can leave. And I just sort of find solutions or ways I would handle and resolve those situations I'm nervous might happen. Now, if you don't already imagine bad things happening, I'm not suggesting you intentionally do that, but more like, if you already have those sorts of thoughts, interrupting them with logical arguments is something I find helps me. If you are going to like school or something where you will see the same people again often, I'd suggest slowly easing into a style change. So maybe you start doing your hair with braids, and then wear more dresses in general and just of kind of slowly change your style to be more lolita-like until it is just lolita. Finally, I'm not a mental health professional, I'm just a lolita with generalized anxiety / panic disorder. What works for me may not work for others and this isn't medical advice.

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kyomaakuma7 · 11 months

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After a very long break I’ve come to finally say my share. For those who want to know in more depth how I feel about the full situation I am writing it down below.

Thank you for everyone who sent kind messages and comforting words and thank you most to my good friend @thisanimatedphantom and Kou who supported me through these hard times.

My statement on the Situation

When I started in Inky Mystery, I never thought that it would get me to where I am today with the friends that I have now. When I was first introduced to it, and reading it I was immediately entranced into the story and wanted nothing more but to illustrate it since I had already planned to remake the original. Seeing such a well-crafted story I knew that this would be the story that I would illustrate. (And TAP knows how much work and behind the scene illustrating I’ve been doing from character turnarounds, layout design, alphabet style, and etc.)

Soon I made the first blog and received overwhelming support which I had not originally imagined would come with making my first post, and to that I am grateful. Soon I befriended the author of InkyMystery as our friendship grew, so did the attention that I received with the comics that I was illustrating for them. Unfortunately deleted against my wishes, and after trying to get it back to no avail I created a new blog where I had to restart from the beginning. This process was not easy and for those who know me, I was completely devastated by the fact that I had lost that account. After making my new account with the support of TAP I started my journey again.

Unfortunately with the positive attention comes negative attention. Soon the posts started to gain traction again, and people started to come under the assumption that I was TheGreatRouge making their come back. What people failed to acknowledge and do was to do further research on was whether or not I actually was. As you can assume I am not them. In fact, I do not like TheGreatRouge. Their content was some thing that I consumed in great mass when I was younger, but soon realized that a lot of the things that they made were toxic and I distanced myself from that. Since then, I have gained certain opinions from on this creator. Nonetheless, I do not find it acceptable that people are taking this approach, even if they do think that I am them.

The words that were said to me in my inbox, comments, and direct messages are not things that I will repeat here. What you should know is that a lot of these things were pertaining to me being a disgusting vile human who should take my own life. As someone who struggles with depression, this was a personal hit to home and it cause my mental health to decline drastically. And I spent days going through and deleting these.

At first, I did not speak out on the issue and distance myself from my friends until eventually I came back and told them what was happening. TAP felt for me and as you may know when they made a post about it which I appreciate greatly along with comforting me and encouraging my break.

I took a long break from working on the comic, along with interacting with the community which worried a lot of people, but it was necessary for me to do since it was harming me so much. I am officially coming back and I will be more active on this account since I don’t have to follow it as a mainly Inky Mystery account.

My final statement on the situation is that even though I am not TheGreatRouge under no circumstances is it acceptable to tell somebody to take their own life or attack somebody on social media just because your beliefs do not align with theirs. No matter how wrong it is, it is not acceptable. If you think that doing those things are OK then you’re not welcome in my space. Please leave.

Thank you and I hope to continue doing this since I love it so much <3

-Sincerely, KyomaAkuma

#bendy #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #quest for the ink machine #cuphead #bendy the demon #bendy the little devil darling #inky mystery

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itskattkm · 10 months

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New York New Rules Pt. 5

Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut, mental health, blood

Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose

Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter

Sorry for bad writing. I'm using a translator and hope you guys can enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a slow burn

A/N damn guys I wrote that on the plane and what happens before I finished? I deleted everything by accident… and then I had to rewrite. What means, I couldn’t write it like I I did in my first draft. Hope you still like the chapter, and if I hadn’t rewrite it, well it would also be longer

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Now I stood here and made the pizza for the Woodsborrow Gang. I was basically free on Friday because of the therapy. Maria had even insisted on this herself because I worked here most of the time on the weekends. But now I didn't have a therapist anymore, how would I do it now? On the other hand, I had done it this way so far.

Heavy steps that just moved over the ground came closer to me and the next moment Maria kept me company. I would recognize Maria's steps of hundreds of meters. But to defend her at this point, she is already around 50 years old and had opened the pizzeria here with her family when they had emigrated from Italy to America. They wanted to get a taste of the American dream and in the end they got it too. Maria was a great inspiration at this point, she had always stuck to her wish, no matter how difficult the way there was. Thanks to the job with her, I always had the advantage of baking pizza when I wanted and as much as I wanted or I took something else from the restaurant with me. My mother doesn't feel that I was still eating pizza, but at least it was something. I always called it the pizza diet back then.

When suddenly something wet hit me on my neck I looked shocked at Maria she had hit me with her rag "Don't you think that's too many jalapeños?" She said with her arms crossed and looked skeptically at the pizza I had just topped "It was a special wish" I said with a smile. Now Maria raised her eyebrow, looked at me skeptically. Her brown hair with the caramel highlites had been put together into a messy bun when she said with a strong accent "Y/N you don't have to exaggerate right away, I hardly see the tomato sauce or the cheese" I grinned and looked at the pizza "that's still possible" she sighed "hopefully this is the first and last pizza you did this way“

Where would I be without Maria?

I listened to her while she was talking in Italian until she was finished. Now there was a short silence, she was interrupted by the entrance door. When it had opened and touched the bell. I degenerated on Maria's usual greeting, but it never came. Confused, I turned my gaze forward and wiped my hands on the black apron I was wearing around my hip. I took it off as I walked around the workplaces and ran towards the restaurant. When I stood at the door frame, I found Maria on the floor. Her eyes were wide open as she held her hand firmly on her neck. Blood.

She was flooded with blood and had leaned against the wall. Slowly my gaze wandered in and met him.

Ghostface. He was here...

I had held my breath in the hope of becoming invisible.

"Y/N I would have called you, but unfortunately I don't have your cell phone number," he said and looked at me crookedly.

My gaze wandered over the white empty face of him and got stuck in his black eyes.

"You could have called the pizzeria," I said before my brain could process any information and situation. Was that the adrenaline? Or did the survival instinct felt like that? Carefully, I took a step back and looked back to Maria. His knife was in her neck. Maybe she would survive? But there was already so much blood. Way too much... how could she stay so calm?

With her eyes she tried to tell me something when she looked at the kitchen several times. I understood and turned my attention back to Ghostface "you wouldn't have answered on your day off," he said.

Analyze. Analyze! I screamed in my head. Okay Y/N that was now the chance to take information with you. How often would I run through the Ghostface otherwise? Let alone survive?

Note one, he definitely seemed taller than me. So it must have been a man, but the robe made it very difficult to distinguish that. I understood why the killers had chosen this costume. Okay note, two he had a Voice distortion and then his face. Damn you couldn't see anything except a crooked look here and there. But wait... Note three...

"How do you know that I work here and have Fridays off? And since you don't have my number, maybe Mindy's statement wasn't so wrong... you're Ethan" I said cooler than I thought. Ghostface straightened up and did not answer. His body language told me that he was pissed off.

Fuck. The next moment he sprinted towards me so quickly that I almost stumbled when I ran back into the kitchen. I reached for everything I found to put as many obstacles in his way as possible. After I had made a round around the work surface, I grabbed the noodle wood and threw it on his face on the way to the restaurant. However, I only missed him there slightly. So I grabbed every chair in the restaurant I got into my hands and threw them mercilessly at him. If I could do something well, then it was to throw chairs!

When I hit him again, he fell to the ground. That was my chance! I grabbed another chair and started hitting him with it. There it was, the anger. Fear? No, I wasn't afraid.

Suddenly Ghostface was able to reach for the chair and now turned the tables when he began to press it firmly against me.

I fell hard with my back on the floor.

No. No. No. I quickly tried to get up, but realized that I had slipped and was now in a blood trail. My gaze followed the blood pool and I found Maria lying on the floor next to the small reception. No... my gaze continued to follow her tips that she had left behind and there was the phone itself, it hung down the wall.

The next moment, Ghostface lay over me and pushed me firmly to the ground. He put both hands around my neck and began to choke me. No. I certainly wouldn't die now! Not after what Maria had done. And then there was this feeling again but I couldn't say if it was the adrenaline. I grabbed Ghostface firmly by the shoulders "Fuck you!" I screamed and hit my head against his. His grips left my body and he groaned in pain. I fell back exhausted and suddenly he took a knife over me the next moment. Ghostface pulled out and I would immediately be hit by a pain that I couldn’t avoid... but what I could do was to decide where this pain would hit me. With a force that I never expected, the knife came towards me and pierced my left hand when I came to meet the knife with it. Trembling, I resisted him a few centimeters above my face. Why didn't I feel any pain? I asked myself now, I barely took how the blade had drilled through my hand. I looked into the black of his eyes and screamed as he began to move the blade in my hand. He would cut my hand in half just between my fingers and I couldn't do anything about it. On the contrary, I continued to exert pressure to push him away from me. I felt his strength read and could perceive his astonishment despite the mask.

Piece by piece I felt the metal destroying every one-liner muscle and that tendon. Only a few centimeters were missing and my hand wouldn’t be one piece.

Just when I thought my cry would be the last thing I would hear and ghostface's face would be the last I saw before my death, a sound appeared that I never thought I would feel safe of it.

Sirens. Ghostface resistance disappeared from now on. I smiled dirty at him and whispered " now you're fucked!" His gaze fell to the window. The red and blue lights of the siren were reflected in the white of his mask.

And then he gave me one last look and ran into the kitchen. The door was torn open and I was met with a relief that I would never have wished for. Kirby held her gun in position and glanced through the restaurant, behind her a SWAT team and some police officers.

When my vision deteriorated and the pain hit me like a bullet in the chest, I croaked "K -Kirby" and I no longer had to stare at the darkness, I saw in Kirby's eyes that were as bright as the sky. Worried, she looked at me "kitchen" I whispered and let my head fall back. " Hurry up!" She called out to the team and was by my side the next moment. I shook my head "Maria..." Kirby followed my gaze and I recognized so many feelings in her at once, but she managed to collect them and gave clear instructions. Her gaze fell on the police officers "paramedics immediately!" Already a group of them stormed in and they gathered around Maria.

Was she still living? Did she have another chance? I had to know I had to see her.

"Why cant I see anything!" I said without a voice and shook my head. Kirby straightened up much carefully and leaned my upper body over hers as she pressed me into her arms and began to wipe over my face.

"Tell me that you can save her! "I called the paramedics in my half voice. I hadn't realized how much I had screamed while Ghostface was about to kill me.

I began to breathe hard. Kirby's grip around me became stronger and she wiped away more and more of my tears. So they were the reason why I couldn't see.

"Williams... I need you here," Kirby said sternly and one of the paramedics turned around. He came to my side and raised my arm to look at my hand.

My head burned and pounded... my voice was now just a soft whisper. "I -I was so scared Kirby... i -I thought I was dying" tormented she looked at me and nodded "everything will be fine Y/N" I shook my head "no... no it won't"

I resisted her grip and wanted to stand up, I wanted to destroy something. I wanted to hurt Someone like I was hurt and there I was hit by a small sting on the upper arm. Confused, I saw to my right upper arm " fuuuck..." I whispered before everything got dark I began to fall.

#actress #fanfiction #jenna ortega #ghostface #melissa barrera #samantha carpenter #scream #tara carpenter #vada cavell #wednesday #wednsday addams #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader

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never thought about it exactly like this, but the Poppy story is:

I am a licensed therapist who literally markets myself as someone with a superior understanding of relationships, boundaries, mental health and polyamory.

I was in a 4 month online relationship with a woman who was constantly breaking my boundaries, not "showing up", not doing the work, and not doing any of the research I asked her to do.

None of that was enough for me to end the relationship, though. I couldn't, because I was transfixed my her being my FP, I was completely powerless. None of my therapy or skills could possibly have helped me with that at all. It's not MY responsibility.

Also, that woman repeatedly told me that she was not really into sex, which is really upsetting for me because I am hypersexual and identify as a succubus. I made that clear to her all the time. I attempted to tell her at least a dozen times that her expressing herself as having a low sexual interest (and then being ACE) was upsetting to me, but she never changed her mind about it to please me!

What a monster she was! It's not like I could have ended the relationship at any point! I couldn't! Even though I'm a licensed therapist with so much experience and skill, I had absolutely no options but to stay in this situation!

Then, we had this big fight right before this trip I was supposed to come on! Things were really tense for days, and she kept trying to break up with me.

Obviously I wasn't going to LET her just break up with me before we had a chance to meet in person! I already had all of these fantasies about us being together, and I put all of this weight on the importance of this trip! She wasn't allowed to just abandon it just because she had concerns and fears and because we were fighting!! She was just NOT SHOWING UP YET AGAIN! But I wasn't going to let that happen. So, yeah, I asked her to pretend for me and try to act like everything was fine, because it was better for me - but don't you see how manipulative SHE was being?

So we finally get to the hotel, and it's going fine, but I'm on edge the whole time because everything has been so weird, but she seems to not be bringing up the fights, so I guess everything is fine!

So that night, I initiate sex, because of course I do! And she goes along with it. And then I do it again later, and same thing.

So I think, GREAT! EVERYTHING IS GREAT!

She definitely wouldn't have had sex with me if everything wasn't great! Plus, it's not like she ever told me that she wasn't enthusiastic about sex in the past. She NEVER said before that she would really only do sex with me to please me!

So I was SHOCKED when everything went to shit the next day! Zena was just yelling and I then Noeh just tried to leave and finally did!

And then I started to think about it:

Wait... Why did Noeh leave? It couldn't have been because I did anything wrong!! Not me!

She must've only been there for the SEX and to test her feelings! OMG, yes! Looking back it, she was never listening to ME! I told her how important sex was to me, and she WEAPONIZED THAT! She used it as a TEST!

She TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME!

I'm looking back now and realizing that for MONTHS I've been totally manic and out of my mind!

I COULDN'T HAVE CONSENTED!

AND NOEH SHOULD HAVE *KNOWN* THAT!

Me, the licensed therapist, couldn't even see it until now, but it's NOEH'S RESPONSIBILITY. Sure I've been posting videos and having relationships and giving my opinions - those are all still FINE! None of that was a problem, of course!

And Zena, who knows me better than anyone, ALSO couldn't see it! But it's NOEH'S RESPONSIBILITY!

But it's not like I'm saying we might have blind spots or be wrong or our opinion is an issue! No way! We're still the smartest people who know everything and won't listen to anyone's opinions!

We are always 100% right about everything but this one thing!

Because anyone who can't see the truth is an apologist. And the truth is clearly that:

This person I'd only known for 4 months online, during which I was apparently manic the ENTIRE TIME, obviously took advantage of their knowledge of me, and used that knowledge to just get something from me and move on!

If she didn't want to have that sex, or wasn't sure about it, it was 1,000% her responsibility to say it and turn me down. Sure, I'd told her a dozen times how much that would devastate me, but that's HER problem.

That's R*PE plain and simple.

^^ @noehflake

#poppy #poppy and zena #zena and poppy #poppy diabolique #ladydiabolique #poppy & zena #zenaandpoppyonyoutube #nf

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dimity-lawn · 8 months

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Did Izzy know why Ed wanted Lucius?

Izzy seems off in this scene, which is only fair, considering all that’s happened. He’s only one man, and he’s trying to juggle the fine dining tableware, tureens and all: managing a crew that hates him (their loyalty is always to one or both co-captains, but never to Izzy himself), running a ship (because Ed’s in no state to act as captain), manipulating Ed, and whatever other problems have arisen (the British navy, his unstable relationship with Ed under new stress from his betrayal and Stede’s presumed abandonment, &c.). Under such circumstances, it’s no surprise that Izzy’s “off his rhythm”.

But think of Izzy’s day to day life. He most likely managed the crew for Blackbeard somewhat frequently (if Ed’s been down, particularly easily distracted, or similar), he’s the one that Blackbeard would outsource “the big job” to, and, until Stede came along, he was the only person that knew Blackbeard well enough to even attempt to ride the roller coaster that was Ed’s Mental Health (even if he was having a negative impact). He acted as Ed’s task manager through years of ups, downs, and presumably there were other shipwrecks like the kraken incident. He’s survived years of fighting as Blackbeard’s Right Hand Man, fought the Spanish Navy, did business with the British Navy AND King George I by extension, and actually managed to get a pardon for Blackbeard.

No. Izzy’s too experienced to be this thrown off by such a thing. So why is he behaving so strangely?

Perhaps because Ed wanted Lucius. Of course we know that Ed wanted someone that knew how to write (limiting it to Lucius and Jim) so that someone could “jot down some lyrics”, but was Izzy aware of this? He knew that Lucius was the scribe aboard the Revenge (“shall I summon the boy to take notes?”), but consider the situation from Izzy’s point of view:

Izzy clearly hated Stede from the very beginning, and this hatred of Stede increased as Stede and Ed’s relationship progressed

After the night that Ed taught Stede some new sword fighting moves, Izzy misunderstood the relationship between Ed and Stede

Izzy believes that Stede “did something to my boss’s brain”, so at great personal risk, he made a deal with the British Navy (and King George I by extension) in order to “save” Ed by sending the British after Stede and getting a pardon for Ed

Then Ed decides to stay with Stede, even though it would mean going to war for the king

Izzy takes control of Izzy’s Revenge (aka the Revenge), but the crew mutinies and nearly kills him

Beardless and heartbroken, Ed shows up and saves Izzy at the last moment

by asking for TEA in his cabin

Ed’s so unwell that he won’t even leave the cabin

Ed may not have specified that he wanted Lucius to write down lyrics in order to try to get over Stede

Izzy knows that wants to be alone with Lucius

Izzy remembers when Lucius and Pete “took rations”

that Lucius drew Fang in the altogether

And this scene: IZZY: You're gonna swab the deck… twice. Then patch the mainsail, oil and rewick the cannons, then stack the munitions, and by the time you've done all that, I'll have several more chores for you. LUCIUS: And what if I don't? You're not my captain. IZZY: I could spill all your beans. You've been a proper little seductress, haven't you? Black Pete, Fang. Who else is there? LUCIUS: Hey, Pete? PETE: Yeah, love? LUCIUS: I drew Fang naked. PETE: (laughs) Nice. He's drawn most of us. LUCIUS; See? We don't own each other. Dizzy Izzy. Or is it… Izzy the Spewer? It'd be a shame if the entire crew learned about that nickname, wouldn't it? IZZY: Go now. LUCIUS: Have you ever been sketched?

Izzy probably thinks that there’s something going on between Ed and Lucius

He’d finally gotten rid of Stede and now things were worse, to the point that Ed won’t even leave the cabin, and now there’s (not) something going on between Ed and Lucius

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Now, all of the above I had written somewhere on my phone before we even knew the release date for season 2, and though Stede and Izzy now seem to be working together (at least to some extent), I still think that there could have been a misunderstanding on Izzy’s part in that scene.

#thought(s) from yours truly #ofmd #our flag means death #ed #ed teach #izzy hands #lucius spriggs #the crew of the revenge #jim jimenez #black pete #fang

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thisis-elijah · 1 year

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[ mulberry ]

[ mulberry ] what tips would you give someone with writer's block?

🌿 / oh, i love that! welcome to my (*drumroll*):

step I: do something else first! for me personally i always consume a shitload of different media. no matter if it's books, movies, music or video games. i usually just tend to watch one of the gazillion fantastic movies out there (if you ever need a recommendation just hmu, i'm your friendly walking movie encyclopedia) and that alone helps me overcome any writers block. documentaries help, too! just anything that broadens your horizon really, that make you deal with situations you don't have to deal with. it doesn't neccessarily have to match the mood of your texts, but it helps.

step II: plotting & planning. before i start writing any text i plot it beforehand. that doesn't mean that i know every little thing that's gonna happen, but i loosely build my structure beforehand. some scenes live very vividly in my head before writing them down, other ones just start to form on the go and sometimes i don't even know how i'm going to connect scene a) and scene b). when i hear anything that inspires me i write it down somewhere. even if it's just a couple of words. for me personally, thinking about how the scene's going to look also helps me massively. i often work with the senses in my texts. for example: you have that eerie basement waiting for you, there are shadows hidden in the corners, looking like people. the dust particles are reflecting the warmtoned light of the flashlight in your hands, barely shedding enough light to see anything properly. your palms are sweaty, it's the tension and the fear you feel rushing through your veins. the silence is almost deafening, sometimes you don't really realize it's there until you feel it weighing heavily on you. and then the smell: that god-forsaken smell of decay. the smell no one actually ever gets used to. and now you have a setting for your character to interact with. things your character can react to. it's just like in the movies, where you're constantly in awe because of the magnificent set design. from there it's easy peasy lemon squeezy.

step III: the right music. sounds like the most obvious thing out there, i know. i make playlists for every text i write and just listen to them over and over and over again to get myself in that kind of emotional level. for example: i've recently been listening to the soundtracks of se7en, haunting of hill house, far cry 5 and doctor sleep when writing elizabeths latest text, and then changed to kristofferson 2 (fantastic mr. fox), stuff we did (up), in another life (eeaao), mia & sebastian's theme – celesta (la la land) and magic tree and i let myself go (great gatsby) when writing another (very sad, haha) text from elijah's past. i usually just stick to instrumental music but sometimes other tunes with words can help to put you in the right mood, too.

step IV: practice makes perfect (and the dullness of perfectionism). you're now getting advice from someone who's (partly) paid for their creativity so it's somewhat professional lol. creativity is something you have to nourish and take care of just as your body, your mental health, your habits and whatnot. the more routine you get in being creative the easier it gets. that doesn't neccessarily mean that everything you create, write or think about will be damn good. sometimes you have really really really shitty ideas. sometimes you gonna reread your texts and have this "i started walking and my legs were walking"-typa shit going on. but that's okay. it's all a process. you just gotta start. that's why i start with trying to grasp the atmosphere my character's navigating through, because it gives me a head start. your stuff doesn't have to be perfect. it will never be. and the sooner you're accepting that perfectionism is a construct that's more of an utopia than anything else, you start to feel less pressured in many ways. perfection is boring, that's why perfect characters with barely any flaws at all are boring.

step V: the little things. we gonna get a little sappy here and this might not work for every person, but it sure as hell helped me. inspiration is everywhere. just as joy and beauty and moments we deem as perfection is everywhere. i noticed my texts got way better when i described very "simple" scenes that happened and filled them with fragments of memories like smells or little details. thus i started to pay attention to my surroundings more: started to look up when taking a walk, how friends of mine act around each other with their little quirks and habits, found beauty in the smallest little moments, like when the person you hug just tightens their grip halfway through. or when you cook dinner and this ray of sunshine's hitting your hands in just the right angle. or you listen to that one song that makes you remember this stupid thing that happened seven years ago. find beauty in the little things because there really is beauty in everything. even in our darkest moments, even in sadness, even in grief. i think we all have a gift with our creativity, because we can put the emotions we have into words and share them with people.

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#thank you pavelinooooo #chapter ix ⸻ »all hope abandon ye who enter here.« / * 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 & 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 #chapter vii ⸻ »you must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.« / * 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 #sunt superis sua iura ⸻ »this is someone else speaking to you.« / * 𝐨𝐨𝐜

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kagulyhan · 1 year

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This thread is dedicated to explain whole situation going with me, my life and my dissapearance for 1 month for all of you guys.

❗️ A LOT OF SENSITIVE CONTENT AND TOPICS ❗️

I need help :c Ty for your time ♥

Hey everyone! Long time no see! I'm so sorry for dissapearing without knowing what happened but… I was hospitalized with allergic suffocation and skin illness and been in hospital for a week :) I'm home now but I could really use your help with situation I'm in >< .

Long story short: I got cold -> my home got porch renovation right when I got ill -> smell of toxic paint toxicated me for 2 weeks (without any way to awoid it or vent it out) -> I got allergic reaction with my skin being burned and itchy -> It got worse and worse.

I had teally high temperature but worse - REALLY BAD Atopic dermatitis (AD) of 90% of my body the whole time and for the timebeing cared in my local clinic.

Sadly, their diagnosises were wrong and they treated me until I can go on my own without suffocation symptoms.

Rest of medical research and search of the actual reasons of this hardcore AD have been on me and my finances that are still not great.

Still I managed to find some money and seek help with paid medical care. It's still going and not every details are clear for me yet.

When I got hospitalized and healed for quite some time. I couldn't reach you all out beacuse of slow internet and lack of VPN services so I just have had to wait until now. I was in a standalone "box" for most of the time with only books to read.

After that I was busy finding right clinic and medicine centers that could actually help me and I had to deal with annoying feeling of itchy, painfuly dry skin without proper care or literally ANY way to feel better and not worse.

My life is not in danger anymore but I spent a lot of time and resources being ill and there's still a lot of rehabilitation ahead, mostly for my skin, immune system and GI tract that needs care. Mostly diets, medicine and some other (expencive) ristricts.

While 90% of my skin have been damaged it will cause me discomfort almost everytime if not cared properly. It's itchy and dry, flaking here and there (not to mention a lot of microcracks causing pain) so I can't be as active as before without proper medicine for a while.

AND DAMN THAT MEDICINE EXPENSIVE. I really didn't knew and didn't even thought about how unforgivable AD can really be for budget and mental stability of common person. It's almost imposible to handle on your own.

So I have to ask you all for help. I'm not gonna lie I did spend mote than 500$ (450€) on all of the things and there's still more to handle and get over with.

It may seem not a big number but IT IS for the country I'm currently live in…

You can help me and donate HERE

request comission from me with my ARTISTREE

(but I must warn you that I can't tell you the deadline because it depends on my health and resources (but I'll try and do it ASAP)

Thank you so much for your time! ♥

I'll really appreciate any reposts and any help right now! TwT

Please stay healty and remember - everything will be alright, we just need to try a little harder >w< ♥

#please help me #please help #this is a cry for help #help #atopic dermatitis #sonic the hedgehog #sketch

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katiascraft · 1 year

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[ when you're away ]

Plot: you and Evan are away from each other because of his job. And you love to write cute notes and letters to your loved ones so you write him a letter (nowadays sent through messages app)

Word count: 757

Warnings: not proofread, pure fluff, mention of dissociative disorder, comments of sadness and triggering behavior (briefly) and I think that's it.

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Note: I hope you like it. It is my first writing post sooo I'm nervous but I hope you like it! Every comment and suggestion it's welcome 💗 comment if you wanna even's answer :3 ok, bye.

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I wasn't feeling really good. It's been 3 weeks since I last have seen Evan at the airport. I didn't know this time it was gonna be so hard on my mental health. I miss him so much. And at the same time, I just feel so grateful to be with him, to know the great person he is and the way he loves people. He is so amazing. He has helped so much since the beginning even without knowing about it. I needed to do something about all of these thoughts and feelings because I will go crazy.

And so I did.

I wrote him a letter. The best thing I know.

Dear Thomas,

I have really bad anxiety. I guess life can never be okay with me. I have to struggle with anything. I have to suffer. And cry and scream sometimes. It's hard to sleep every night with this knot in my stomach that never goes away. I think I miss you and I hug my pillow and it's not the same. I have one of my ambient playlist on youtube with emotional music that I don't know if my heart is happy or agonizing in aching. I've never felt or written anything like this. I remember your face and those little and beautiful spots in both cheeks. Your eyes laying on mine like no one did before. Like I am something really important for you. I don't know what you do to me. But I want to be better, for me. I'm tired of crying and not understanding life, people, situations, places, myself.

I know I will always carry this weight, this cursed on my brain. All the things it makes me believe. Maybe I will never find peace and I will never be happy. But I know at least that I want to be better and that maybe I can be better. At least just a little. I wanna make you happy and I want to feel good with you. I want to heal. But it was so hard. All of my ex lovers left me because they couldn't carry me, I was too obsessed with them. Because my cry is ugly, because I shake and break things. because I moan while we have sex. Because I wanna feel beautiful and I don't care about anybody elses perspective on it. Because I gave presents out of nowhere and beacause I can be kissing you all day. And be cause may be I gave them too much of me until I felt guilty. They feel scared. So they ran away. Just like I always do from my problems, my traumas, my well being. But with you I feel it's different. I'm being romantic and I used to hate it. Fuck me.

And here I am writing you a letter like the hopeless romantic I am. Because I love the old ways too. To me, those are the better ways. Because I like the thought that in 30 years you will find this piece of paper and you will remember u. I don't know if we'll still be together. I don't know if I will be in this world. Or with you. But I like that idea. Because I could never feel anything but pain and guilt, shame and anxiety. I always lived frozen. But I think now it's different.

I'm melting. You're building a new me. You're taking care of the garden full of flowers that I can be. And I like it. I don't know why you love me or why you see me as the best thing that ever happened to you. I don't know if it's the astros or the psychological tests or our energy or just destiny. And for the first time I don't care. We don't need to know why. Being there is enough reason to stay. And thank you for that.

I ran out of words to say to you.The dissociative me makes it hard to follow through. But at least I tried it. I hope someday I will be able to tell you all I feel right away. But for now maybe this is it.

There is a lot of things unsaid, that I feel deep in my heart that I just can't seem to put it in words now.

I love you and that I will always be here for you.

Love, y/n <3

When I finished the letter I didn't even read it. I just needed to send it to him. Like I was feeling desperate. And nervous. I was so anxious. It still being hard for me to talk about my feelings and thoughts openly to people but I try with him. Because he's magical - I can with him. And to me that means the entire world. I don't know where I would be without him. He is my angel.

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Final note: I'm so excited for this new journey wtitting. I hope you like it and if so comment, reblog or like please 💗🙏🏼 i'm not a native English speaker so sorry if some things are weird, I'm trying my best and always trying to improve!

Hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

#evan peters #ahs #marvel #ahs murder house #american horror story #evan peters x y/n #tate langdon #even peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters fanfic #evan peters fluff #evan peters imagine #evan peters smut #evan peters x you #evansedit

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callmewrinkles3 · 8 months

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Besties, you see the shower things from his road trip? (Moment if silence for us to wipe our droll). Does this road trip happen and is it a family one? Anyway, still losing my mind over this shower content. Why is he so gorgeous???

Dear Katie you came here looking for a happy answer and it won’t be the one I’ll be giving you lol. Also first thing first he is gorgeous and i want him for Christmas 🙇🏻‍♀️

Anyway about the trip, Em doesn’t go. She’s a city girl, she’s not into camping and all that. She did it twice with Dan - one because Charlie and Blake were going and once cause he convinced her - but that’s it. Em wouldn’t let him turn it into a family trip because it was a work thing, he needs time off with his mates. Besides, it was planned before they even knew she was pregnant. Dan wouldn’t drag his wife into such a long trip while being pregnant, knowing she wouldn’t be able to do half of the things and how she was gonna uncomfortable.

The problem is they have only ever spent one night apart since Em came back in 2022, when she went with Blake for a night to cheer on Scotty at the X Games. Other than that they’ve only had a couple of hours apart and they knew that after Austin they weren’t going to see each other for weeks. They called it practice for being apart for so kind but in reality it was a nightmare. Dan was worried all the time. He didn’t have great phone signal so when his phone finally beeped he was terrified what the messages would say. That something was wrong with her or Lulu. Plus not having her around felt weird and wrong.

It was even worse for Em tho. She has her little routines. She makes Dan his tea every single night, she gets to read her books while he watches sports or some ridiculous movie that’s too ridiculous and American for her to find it funny. Since they found out about the pregnancy Dan talks to Lulu every single night. Dan sleeps with her head on his chest because his heartbeat - and his snores because she’s too in love lol - are her white noise. She wakes up with Dan kisses and cuddles every morning. He’s the one who knows what to do when the nightmares hit. He knows how to calm her down when her heart starts racing too much.

She thought she was gonna be fine, she stayed with Grace and Joe and Blake was all the time with her while Charlie was working, then both of them will be her shadow. But this is a woman with C-PTSD after years of negligence from her parents. She’s been working on it for months with her therapist Mildred, her psychiatrist and Charlie, but its hard. Mix that with her abandonment issues, pregnancy hormones and the memories of the last time she was alone and pregnant? Its a bad mix. There was nightmares, admitting to her in laws about her mental health and what was going on, and an amount of tears that was terrifying.

It took a village of Aussies looking after her and making her understand she wasn’t alone. It took an emergency session with Mildred because the flashbacks of Liverpool were too bad, even if the situation was completely different. It took an incredible amount of love and cuddles. She didn’t let anyone call Dan to tell him tho, not even in the worst night. She smiled through every call, even yelled at him for swimming with sharks. Dan could feel in his guts something was wrong, but he knew if nobody called him then it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t until he was back home that Joe sat with him while Em napped and explained what happened. It really broke everyone’s hearts. It was really the reason why Charlie decides to move with her while the boys were going to be away for the last couple of races.

#katie tag

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furiousgoldfish · 7 months

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hi! been silently following for years and its been a huge help to read thru your posts.

my experience has been a strange one where my non-abusive parent did manage (at huge cost!) to take myself + my sibling and leave my narcissistic parent.

the legal system enforced regular contact with that parent (inc. weeks spent at their house) and communication between my parents until we reached 18.

because of this, abuse continued even without them always being physically in my household - it still continues now with myself + sibling in our early 20s and that parent still opening legal disputes over last 10 years of family court + child maintenance cases, and the impact on the parent who tried to be stable for us despite their own severe ptsd from the marriage

but just want to say the behaviour has been exposed. They cycled through another family (step-parent + step-siblings) plus a further partner whose lives and mental health they systematically ruined. But, by the 3rd partner the entire extended family saw a pattern of behaviour as abusive parent got overconfident, and then lashed out, further proving suspicions.

I was 21 years old before anyone was brave enough to start asking questions. The family then found out parent had lied to and played them off against one another for decades.

because of the hurt caused, they have been isolated by their own side of the family. Unfortunately, this happened soon after the birth of a new half-sibling, and the moving in of another step-parent and step-sibling, but we’ve had to let it go. We are all trying to accept and move on from the games and manipulations

even if people can never understand the impact of growing up with it, a time comes when they will see it and believe you. wishing you and everyone else the best with your own journeys

Thank you so much for telling us your story! It is incredibly encouraging to see the situation where the non-abusive parent realizes their children are being hurt, and gets out of that marriage, it is incredibly scary but it's what a good parent does.

It's so upsetting that despite this person being removed from your household, the law was on their side and enabled them to further abuse you, making it so that even your non abusive parent cannot completely protect you, when they know you're in danger of abuse.

The abusers whose partner manages to get out is on a path to get exposed publicly. Once one person leaves, that person becomes a safety point for everyone else who wants info, needs to figure out if the person is abusive, or taken as a proof that escape is possible, that one can leave.

It's again, upsetting that it takes so much time for everyone to catch on and realize what's going on! If anything they should believe the victim implicitly - nobody breaks up their family for nothing. I'm glad that finally the time is coming where everyone is starting to see it, I would love nothing more than this happening for me and every other victim of abuse.

Thank you for sharing your story, it's a very good one, with abuse finally coming to light and people communicating what's been done to them. It would be great if we could all get to this point. Abusers who manage to keep their marriage hostage usually will have far less public exposure of their abuse, and their spouse and children will not be allowed to talk about it, because they constantly have the abuser in their home. So keeping family together protects the abuser more than anyone. Leaving is a great way to expose the abuse to public, and to put them on the path of reveal. I'm proud of your parent who made it happen, and of you for figuring it all out and speaking about it.

#narcissistic parent #child abuse #domestic abuse #non-abusive parent #ask #talking about abuse #exposing abuse #abuser exposed #victims united #inspirational story

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