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budderdomo · 10 months

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Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years, Decades, Centuries, Millenia... Every second moves slower than the last.

The Skip Button Ending hit me in my heart. This game confounds me but it means so so much to me.

Enjoy! I'm new to the fandom but I've been with the game since the original mod. I love seeing everyone's art ;0;

#tsp #tspud #tsp narrator #tsp ultra deluxe #the stanley parable #tsp fanart #stanley parable #mental anguish #sorry!#maybe #skip button ending #domo draws

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whumpookies · 6 months

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Day 19 Title: I'll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.

Prompt: psychological

#whumptober2023 #I'll take one final step all you have to do is make me.#no19 #psychological #mental anguish #hugs #tears #panic attacks #whump #male whump #hurt #comfort

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freakshowcowboy · 15 days

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i sweartto god theyre out to fucking get m

#YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I COULD HAVE HAD GAY EDDIE REAL #IM GOING TO #i dont make jokes about killing myself anymore but im too mad to think of an alternative so imagine something equally evocative of my #mental anguish #yeehawing #911 #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #obligatory yes im still happy about bi buck i am a bisexual myself and its really exciting to see him be bisexual fr on my screen BUT #i am an eddiegirl to my core and he is so gay homo gay #i will proabbly feel guilty about posting this and delete it tomorrow but IM SO MAD

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samanddean76 · 28 days

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Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Gabriel (Supernatural) Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Alastair (Supernatural), Lilith (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, John Winchester, Mary Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, season four au, Hurt Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Love, Rescue, Research, Hurt Sam Winchester, Protective Gabriel (Supernatural), Mental Anguish, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Castiel and Dean Winchester Falling in Love, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Constantine References, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester is Tortured in Hell, Dean Winchester's Soul, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Borrowed grace, Hell Is Never Going To Be The Same, First Time, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Eventual Happy Ending, Dean/Cas Pinefest 2024, Art by xfancyfranart Summary:

Dean Winchester is living a plain, ordinary, and boring life. Until one day a new student shows up in the little town of Spain, SD. It’s love at first sight, but then an unimaginable tragedy happens, and Dean is left alone in his misery. Or is he a student attending Oxford University on a full athletic scholarship who finds a familiar face in his coxswain? Or is he hiking in the desert and attempting to save a known stranger? Or is he a traveler who stops for the night at a cheap motel and finds the pizza man of his dreams? Or is he none of those things? Just an unwitting victim of fate and destiny?

Castiel had led the assault on hell, in order to save the righteous man and prevent the first seal of the apocalypse from being broken, lest hell should be allowed to reign on earth. In the aftermath of his disastrous mission, he is being held captive by Alastair, and his image is being used in a final, determined attempt to break Dean.

But the profound bond that Castiel feels towards the pure soul won’t allow him to go down without a fight, and he makes a desperate prayer to his very old friend to set in motion a chain of events that might save him and his beloved mortal, or possibly, doom them for all eternity.

@xfancyfranart @deancaspinefest

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heckin-hollow-am-i-rite · 1 year

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hot take, id rather be alone and miserable then have to burden someone i love with my awful mental state.

#mental health #mental anguish #i want to be held #i want to cry #i just want to be alone

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martyr0l0gy · 2 months

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not to act like i have bpd and npd on main, but i hate when i share things with people, and then they share them with Other people. like that was Mine, and i made it Ours, but you've gone and made it Theirs, and now it's become Yours.

#npd #bpd #mental health vent #mental health #mental anguish #i know the whole ownership over things is bad #but im allowed to be bad sometimes #it would be sm easier if i liked them as well #but i genuinely cant stand them #not that i can stand most people tbf #sometimes i just wish i could thumbs down people and their decisions #like i dont want to talk abt it but i do want to make you aware this has had a negative impact on me and on my opinion of you #rant over x

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howifeltabouthim · 2 months

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. . . but now nothing was adequate to distract her mind from its gloomy and disordered madness.

Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle

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oneleggedflamingo · 24 hours

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The tarot cards are always right but I think I need actual medication.

#I feel like shit #tarot #mental anguish #ok to rb if you think is funny ' I'll laugh about this with my friends

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uncertainwallflower · 1 year

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ANGUISH & ANCHORAGE A @jilymicrofics. Prompt: embrace. Words: 783.

The stone floor was cold and hard and rough. It left indents in her knees, scraped her palms as she brought herself closer to it.

She had received the note at dinner.

Please go to the Headmaster's office immediately.

Seven dreaded words. No frivolities. No explanation.

Her plate remained unfinished, gone cold.

“Miss Evans, please have a seat.”

Hands shook as she pulled her knees into her chest.

“I’m afraid I have some rather distressing news.”

A sob was lodged in her throat. Refused to come to fruition. Refused to settle.

She blinked, and she could see her mother's pristine blonde hair. Saw her tuck a stray strand behind her pretty little ear. She blinked again, and it was all stone. Cold, hard, rough stone.

James had found her rather quickly. Or perhaps an eternity had elapsed, and now she was a pile of dust wet with tears on that cold, hard, rough stone floor. Either way, it was James. It was James, and he was here, shoving his funny little map in his trouser pocket and descending on her like an owl did a mouse in a field. He scooped her into his arms, pulled her onto his lap.

She felt the reprieve from the cold stone, and mourned its discomfort. Mourned the distraction. Now her pain hit her with full force.

The lodged sob extracted itself, tumbling from her mouth, soul-chilling, ricocheting about the alcove, escaping into the corridor and the greater castle beyond. She was lost to it now. Lost to the cries that tore from her body. Her chest shook with the effort, face pressed into James’s quickly dampening shoulder. His jumper muffled the noise some, but the pain was heard true.

He stroked her hair, and dropped kisses on her head, and reassured her that he is there.

And Lily was five, being tucked into bed by her mother. Jasmine filled her nose, her mother’s signature scent.

“One more story?” five-year-old Lily asked.

Her mother chuckled. “No, no. It’s bedtime now. You must go to sleep.”

A huff. “Fiiine.”

“Good girl.” She dropped a kiss on Lily’s red hair. “Goodnight, Lily-flower.”

She was backing towards the door now, switching off the light. Lily was panicking. She couldn’t leave, not yet, not before she said goodbye. But that’s not how this memory went.

“Sleep tight!”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” The door was now closed, the room was dark, and her mother was gone.

“No.” Lily choked, lifting slightly from James’s shoulder. “No.” More desperate now. The sobs were harder, faster, punctuated with cries of, “no, no, no, no, NO.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Lily, hey,” James tried to quiet her, arms braced tightly around her small frame. “Lily, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

But Lily was in King’s Cross Station with her arms around her father, his own red hair indistinguishable from hers. The school year had been long, and the Summer was full of promise.

Her father was saying something. She strained to hear.

“Do you want to go back to the common room?”

The words made no sense. The reason was simple enough. It was James who had spoken, not her father. Not her mother. Never again.

She dared not try her own voice. Doubted it could produce intelligible words. She opted for shaking her head no.

“Okay,” James said. He dropped another kiss—it landed near her temple—and adjusted himself beneath her.

Had his foot gone numb? His leg? Lily wondered briefly how long they had been sitting there. She made to get off of him, hoping to spare his limbs from the burden, but he pulled her firmer to him.

“Nope, no,” he said into her neck, pulling her closer still. Any closer and their ribs would surely fuse together.

She wished it. Willed it. Fusion. To meld together. To become one. It would surely hurt less. He was much stronger than her; his body would dilute the pain. But it would not—could not—be so. The pain was hers alone to bear.

So Lily allowed herself to cry unabated.

She cried and cried. Body reduced to a sobbing, quaking heap. Perhaps it would be embarrassing. She imagined what James saw when he found her: a mess of red hair and robes amassed on the floor, shaking, crying silently. What he saw now: a mess of red hair and robes, flailing in his lap. Mourning. Wailing. Broken.

But it was not embarrassing.

Not when it was the only way this wretched pain could leave her body.

Lily was lost to the world ‘cept his voice. An anchor. A rope tethering her to the cold, hard, rough stone floor. To him. His embrace.

AO3

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as-she-said-it-will-be · 2 months

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Realizing and grieving that my parents will never meet my children

#abuse survivor #mental health #mental illness #parental abuse #no contact #mental abuse #mental awareness #mental anguish

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darkness-compelled · 10 months

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As I wonder if anyone else knows this kind of pain and balance a straight face, the cold burning pain of hopelessness, loneliness rush up from my chest. Pulsing into each nerve, setting them aflame with overwhelming sensation. Over and over, wave after wave. Dark thoughts, one after another, convincing me there is no point, there is no meaning.

I groan quietly to myself, will my body to feel the brush between my fingers, load it up, cradle my canvas. Still it pushes through my focus, it parts me easily, flayed and set apart. Bits of my mind scream and it echoes in the vast, dark space within me.

No matter how many times I deny it, it returns. Unfair as it is that I weaken, but the waves crash harder with each pass. And often I choke, it feels as though the world looks on uninterested in what feel like they might be my last breaths.

#mental health #frustration #mental illness #fool #broken thing #anxiety #mental anguish #depression #suicidal ideation

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mynamesdrstuff · 4 months

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#MENTAL ANGUISH

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whumpookies · 11 months

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Teşkilat bölüm 18

Seder caught in glimpses of memories forced upon him begins to have a detrimental consequence on his mind.

#whump #teşkilat #hurt #mental anguish #whump community #male whump #turkish #turkish series

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euesworld · 1 year

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"Life is a weird one, it'll make you feel pain and make you smile in the same day.. it's hard to believe how rough some days can be. I guess that just means some things need to change.."

Life really throws some wild fast balls and sometimes they hit you, sometimes being alive really hurts.. but if you grow through it, you'll be that much stronger - eUë

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steveharrington · 4 months

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AUGHHHH

#MENTAL ANGUISH #maybe i’m meant to die alone #idk 😇🍭

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i-whump-dat · 2 years

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Robin Teen Titans Whump (Hunted Part 1 of 4)

All the whumpy goodness of this godly episode minus the pointless comic relief 😁

#anime whump #robin whump #teen titans #old school whump #mental anguish #hallucinations

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