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antiendovents · 3 days
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Tw// death mention, mourning, grief
Today is the anniversary day of one of our friend's death. The last one was at the end of April. We hate May especially for being a very bad time.
Our trauma responses surrounding the events have lessened a lot, but it doesn't make the pain end. We are still very much set off and triggered by the event. We just noticed the date when on discord and it puts the new date above a message and it made us sick. We can't even handle seeing 5:19 on clocks cause of how much this day triggers us.
Things have gotten a lot better and we've made a lot of peace with it. But it was still very traumatic to us especially the circumstances around the death which we don't share because they are extremely triggering and traumatic. Not even many of our irl friends know how this day is for us since we shut down after it happened and never truly told them much.
Just needed to vent because today is really hard for us. She was a wonderful friend and very creative too. She absolutely adored dogs and stuffed animals. We made a memorial for her and her sister on our Animal Crossing New Horizons island. Wanted to share some things we loved about her. She was a lot of fun and truly deserved so much better.
Any kind words are appreciated, even if you're not very good with them. We're terrible when it comes to offering kind words ourselves especially being low empathy and shutting down when needing to be helpful in an emotional context so we completely understand in that case. We just mostly had to share it because we are...quite isolated in our grief since we aren't very open except with one close friend and it often worsens us a lot cause of that. Thanks for letting us vent really.
oh, I'm so sorry anon. Your friend sounds like an amazing person and it's really sad that she's gone. We hope you're handling things well,, please take care of yourself anon. Be easy on yourself, make sure to get plenty of rest, have some snacks if you think it could help. Even though we don't know you personally we want you to know that we care about you and that you're always welcome here. I'm sorry there isn't much I can really say to make this better, but I do hope that you'll be able be okay.
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beskad · 5 months
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ok yeah i think the holiday blues are affecting me way more than i thought. I love Christmas, it was always my favorite holiday growing up. But it's so interwoven with extensive, constant, prolonged, ongoing trauma that it's. Idk. Tainted. I love Christmas and I'm so excited for it leading up to it, and then a few days before I just get so depressed. Last year, I spent all Christmas day in bed (like 11 hours) crying and falling asleep and then crying more. I miss my mom. She is horrible and she only ever hurts me. But I wish I was with her anyway.
it also probably doesn't help that I had 2 drinks in close succession last night and my current mental health meds REALLY do not play well with alcohol. I'm usually so careful, and I thought 2 would be fine, and sometimes it is, I guess I just drank them too close together. And fuck now I'm crying at my desk at work thank fuck for this high-walled, enclosed cubicle fuck
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lostmf · 6 months
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I’m not sure I deserve it ..
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queerexpressions · 1 month
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“that he’d been vindicated somehow”
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nerdpoe · 1 month
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Young Justice is always a little...concerned. With Phantom's living situation. Now they're outright afraid for him, and Bart has decided it's time to Ask An Adult.
It was the little quips. The tiny little things. Stuff that didn't seem to matter to Phantom at all, or appeared to be normal for him, that he didn't realize weren't normal at all.
"Oh, better not hope my mom catches me." "Doing what, staying out past bedtime?" "Nah, using my powers; she'd vivisect me!"
"Another stab wound. Great." "Don't worry Phantom, I've got the med kit-" "Oh, I'm not a baby or anything, I can handle it just fine. Just gimme a sec to take it out."
"My dad has better aim than that." "...Like, when he's hunting, right?" "...At what other times would he be shooting at me?"
"Huh. Not as bad as my parents place. Look; they have a decontamination shower!" "Phantom, this lab has been vandalized to the point of needing a hazmat suit." "Did I stutter?"
Finding out each others identities did nothing to soothe the worry. Tim quietly told the others that every time he tried to run facial recognition, he kept hitting a government firewall he couldn't breach. Phantom never told them his last name, just his first, and 'Danny' is super common.
The thing that really did it though, the thing that made Bart snap and run off to ask Max, was when Danny had a nightmare.
He was talking in his sleep.
"No. Don't-stop. Stoooop. I need...my skin. Mom, no. You can't...peel off...my skin..."
Bart didn't even wait for them to wake Danny up before he was standing in front of Max, talking a mile a minute as he tried to figure out what to do, with Wally staring in horror over a plate of waffles as he computed everything that Bart was saying.
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Danny had a dream about his mom and Skulker arguing about how to skin him. He wouldn't really call it a nightmare, because it was just Skulker, but the scariest thing was Skulker insisting to his mom that it was possible to skin him with a potato peeler. Dream mom was arguing that it was not, and that from a scientific standpoint that was a really piss poor way to preserve a specimen.
He hadn't been begging them to stop hurting him, he'd been whining at them to knock it off.
But when he wakes up, it's to a room full of worried friends and an old man who calls himself Max.
"Kid, I think we need to talk."
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waywardsunlight · 2 years
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Belos
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sentientsky · 6 months
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hmmmmgrhhf thinking bout crowley and childhood trauma and abandonment and rage again
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larks-birdhouse · 1 month
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some blackout poetry from a homophobic christian post <3 the last one is what was left if i turned on all the layers at once
please do not try to find or harass this person. they are likely just uneducated and do not deserve to be dogpiled
top to bottom, left to right
transcript 1: “Please pay for transgender top surgery. We are poor”
transcript 2: “transgender gay blasphemers slay pop off”
transcript 3: “transgender gays are cool We are all swag”
transcript 4: “transgender”
(tagging @fixing-bad-posts because their blog inspired this! thank you for your work <3)
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dastardly-crows · 5 months
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my reaction to seeing people compare the real and horrifying reality of childhood SA and violence to fictional characters who will never experience pain or emotion:
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venacoeurva · 11 months
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Ego and the mimicry of a saint (and more than a little sacrilege)
-Please do not reupload, edit, or use without proper credit or linking back, ask first.-
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lgbtiwtv · 2 years
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god. god. the significance of the diary pages about claudia’s assault being torn out raggedly by Louis, clearly in a fit of guilt and anguish and trauma, vs the diary pages about louis mourning lestat and regretting killing him being removed with surgical control and precision. by armand. this wasn’t a heat of the moment action it was deliberate and calculated and I can’t stop thinking about it
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lostmf · 10 months
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“Parents aren’t supposed to bury their kids “
I tell myself
But then parents aren’t supposed to do a lot of things to their children
So I guess it won’t matter if they did this one more thing
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traumasurvivors · 2 months
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Your trauma is valid even if you initially consented and then changed your mind.
Your trauma is valid if you consented in the past.
Consent can be withdrawn anytime before or during sexual encounters.
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brain-rot-central · 2 months
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Would you be interested to do fanfic with Astarion getting a massage and maybe kisses ober his scars?
Scars
Tav gives Astarion a back massage. Thing is, Astarion isn't entirely used to giving up his back.
I sat on this for a long bit. Thank you for the prompt! 💗
Warnings: trauma mention, abuse mention, brief depiction of abuse
"I'm not so sure this is a good idea, love."
Astarion lay prone on his bedroll, his head tilted to the side. He's not looking at Tav necessarily, just in their general direction as sparks of anticipation jolt through his body. He eyes the bottle of oil within Tav's hands as they uncork the stopper.
"You don't always have to be the one giving, Astarion," Tav says as they pour the viscous fluid out into the palm of one hand. They place the bottle down onto the ground, reapplying the cork. "Sometimes it's nice just to take."
"Yes, but-"
"Do you want me to leave?" Tav interrupts, rubbing their palms together to warm the oil.
Astarion finally looks at Tav, furrowing his brow in doubt. "N-no, I don't. Just..." his voice trails off, gaze wandering to the flap of his tent. It ripples gently with the passing breeze. "Go easy over my back, please," he pleads. "It's... sensitive."
In more ways than one.
Tav nods, shifting closer to Astarion's form. "Of course," they agree, leaning over to plant a kiss on the back of his neck. Astarion shivers under them as their hands find the small of his back. "You let me know if it's too much, 'kay?"
With a sigh, Astarion nods, resting his face against the comforting fabric of his shirt. Tav starts slow, rubbing delicate circles into the dimples of his lower back with their thumbs. Their fingers hang over his hips, which, Astarion admits silently to himself, is oddly comforting. He imagines Tav holding him, guiding his hips to where they want him to be. Much more intimate than Astarion could have ever imagined. Pleasurable, even.
He's so used to being grabbed, pushed, and forced into positions. Hurried encounters with those who cared not for his pleasure, that it came secondary or not at all. Astarion keeps waiting for the moment where Tav hoists him up and slots him roughly against their crotch, waiting for the inevitable painful sting of being pried open without warning.
But it never comes.
Astarion can feel their crotch against the cleft of his arse, Tav straddling his hips for their own leverage, yet this position is unusually sensual. Tav's hands begin traveling up the sides of his torso and they lean further into him, pushing Astarion's hips further into the ground below him. The pressure of his center meeting the bedroll causes his arousal to stir, twitching softly to life as he haphazardly grinds his hips further into the deerskin below, chasing the sensation again and again.
Soft moans escape Astarion's lips as Tav kisses the midline of his back, applying light pressure to the muscles encircling his ribs as their hands glide over the delicate pale skin. "Is it okay if I touch them?" Tav asks quietly against his back.
His scars, they mean. They want to massage his scars.
Astarion's eyes focus again on the opening of his tent, flap blowing in the wind as another breeze blows past. When he closes his eyes, he imagines himself back in the kennels, lying on the cold stone floor beneath him in a similar position. Cazador is behind him, needle in hand, bringing the blade down hard into the vulnerable skin of his back. Astarion screams, or at least he remembers the feeling of screaming, as he relives the searing pain of his flesh being carved out. He claws at the stone floor as Cazador continues, voice failing him as the blade dances across his skin. Cazador chuckles darkly, telling Astarion revisions are to be made.
Astarion.
His head swims with nervous energy, though a small voice breaks through his concentration.
Astarion!
His eyes snap open, returning focus to his tent. Astarion becomes mildly aware of the hand over his mouth and he tries to control his labored breathing.
"Are you alright? You started screaming out of no where." Tav releases their hand from around his mouth and sits back. "Sorry, but I had to do something, lest the entire camp come running..." Tav sits back on his feet for a bit, silence passing over them both. "Did you want to stop?" they suggest. "It's okay if-"
"No, I'm fine," clarifies Astarion. "Sorry, dear. My mind was elsewhere for a moment."
"...Cazador?" Tav asks, quietly.
Astarion doesn't respond immediately. Moments pass before he slowly nods his head. He hears Tav sigh over his shoulder as they resume their place over the backs of his thighs.
"I have no sharp objects, aside from a nail or two," they say in reassurance. "All I'm trying to do is help you feel more at ease. I promise."
"I don't doubt that," Astarion admits. "This is just... different, for me." He gasps as he feels Tav's hands on his lower back again. "I... usually don't give people my back."
Their hands travel higher, and Tav feels the minute shakes of anticipation rumbling through Astarion's frame. Astarion sucks in a sharp breath and they move between his shoulder blades, tracing each indentation of the scars with their fingertips. They use the palms of their hands to place pressure on the muscles deep below, a soft moan of relief escaping Astarion as he eases into the touch.
"...I only want to make you feel good, Astarion," Tav coos above him, dragging their hands back up the length of his spine. They rub along the outlines of each scapula, digging their thumbs into hard knots of muscles. Tav circles them gently, huffing out a quick laugh as they feel the tension beginning to melt away from Astarion's frame.
His head is swimming in euphoric pleasure. His arousal has stirred back to life, but not due to lust. No, this is simply because his entire body feels good, so so good. Astarion feels himself loosening under Tav's ministrations. It dawns on him that he never gave thought to how tensely he held himself together. Another soft moan escapes his lips as Tav leans over again to kiss the back of his neck. The position pushes his half-hard cock further into the bedroll, his entire body instinctively curling upward, into Tav. He leans his head toward one side, granting them better access to his neck.
"Does it feel good?" they ask, littering chaste kissing along the side of Astarion's neck.
Astarion moans as Tav's hands run up and down the sides of his ribs again. "Y-yes," he gasps. "P-please continue."
The massage turns intimate again; Tav kissing down Astarion's back as their hands settle along his narrow hips. Astarion knows there won't be physical intimacy; he's not quite ready for that yet, but by the gods if this isn't close.
Tav works at his back for what feels like a tenday before finally sliding off. "How was that?" they ask, lightly brushing the backs of their fingers over his skin.
Astarion turns over, arousal flagging enough to not raise any uncomfortable suspicion. Though, could he blush, his face would be absolutely flushed. His eyes are heavy, his mouth hangs open. "Wonderful," he admits. "I would very much like to do that again."
Tav leans over and smiles, capturing Astarion's lips between his own. "Then again we shall."
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antiendovents · 19 days
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Endogenics, stop calling us “ trauma-scum ”, when in fact — you're all projecting because you know you're lying about a serious illness that needs distressing and traumatic events to even develop.
Stop claiming systemhood and get genuine fucking help.
Stop bending over backwards twisting resources to say that science has proved you right, when in actuality, you have shit reading comprehension.
Stop threatening actual victims of abuse by saying that you'll “ traumatise us further ”, when we call you out on your fucking shit.
Safe to say — you're the scum you so proudly call every genuine system.
Get a fucking grip, please. — 🩸
^^^ literally. Stop saying people with trauma are lucky. Stop spreading misinformation. Stop threatening anti endos for calling out your bullshit. Stop acting like being a system is fun and games. Stop denying science.
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small-but-mightyy · 10 months
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