[Content Warning: Implied Strangulation, Body Horror, Neck Injury]
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A angst drawing of dear Mike and Steven. Not canon to the current set-up I have to the brothers' story, but man, do I love drawing some surreal stuff of my characters. Sorry if the picture's kinda blurry, I tried to get the picture as clear as possible.
(The words in the picture: "Forgive me, Mike. I'm not able to eat the food you made for us anymore.")
Post talking about how heterosexual men are growing increasingly more lonely
Man talking about an incident where he was on a date and apparently all the things his date partner wanted but he was too short so he got rejected
Some asshole: “Okay but like do you have statistics on how many men get rejected for being short vs like women getting subjected to domestic violence?”
Their icon by the way:
Anyway, you know how people get pissed when men bring tangentially related things in a conversation centering around women’s issues? And how I constantly talk about how men aren’t allowed to have discussions about their issues?
I've recently gotten into model kit building which has been a very fun, cathartic hobby, but having razors and cutters in a toolbox easily accessible at all times has been v bad with my intrusive thoughts 😵💫 I'm trying to do my best both for my body, mental health and those around me but it can be very stressful
I've been free from self harm for almost 5 years, I won't stop now!!
oh my god we have nothing to drink at work so i'm making some tea so i don't have to taste chlorine int he water but all i can hear is the water boiling and my intrusive thoughts are making me feel how it would feel if i poured the water down into my throat and oh my god the feeling of the spout scalding my lips and tongue is getting me so much holy fucking shit i still have 2 hours of work left too
Sick of posts that say stuff like "all mobility aid users should weaponize their mobility aids"
hey man, I can't do that! I need to bring my mobility aids into places that would deny me entrance for things like spikes and barbed wire! not every cripplepunk is a white skinny cane user, and having something deemed as a 'weapon' on some of us can be genuinely life threatening, even if it's a mobility aid! I don't want to have my rollator taken away from me and have to be searched bc I put some spikes on a seat cover or something!!! let cripplepunks express their punkness however is safe and comfortable for them, don't expect us all to be able to do the same things you can, because we all cant
Police have arrested a suspect in connection with a series of attacks targeting cyclists on a Seattle ferry boat.
The suspect, identified as 25-year-old Alex W. Smith, is accused of attacking three cyclists while they were riding on the Seattle-Bainbridge ferry boat last week. According to authorities, Smith attacked the cyclists with a knife, leaving one with serious injuries.
Witnesses say that Smith approached the cyclists, who were riding in a group, and began shouting at them. He then proceeded to pull out a knife and began slashing at the cyclists. Passengers on the ferry attempted to intervene, but Smith was able to flee the scene before police could arrive.
Police were able to track down Smith and arrested him shortly after the attack. He is currently being held on charges of attempted murder and assault.
The victims have been identified as local cyclists in their late twenties and early thirties. All three of the victims are expected to make a full recovery.
The incident has raised concerns about safety on the Seattle ferry system. Local authorities have announced plans to increase security measures on the ferry boats in the wake of the attack.
[ID: A colourless, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood talking about Wolfwood's scars. They're both laying in bed and topless. Vash lays on top of Wolfwood, playing with the rosary around his neck. Then, Vash kisses a spot on Wolfwood's chest. Wolfwood asks, "What are you doing?" Vash smiles sadly, "You got shot here. In the last town we visited. You didn't even bother moving."
Vash props himself up over Wolfwood, who frowns slightly. Wolfwood is quiet for a moment before he says, "You remember that, huh?" Vash grabs Wolfwood's left wrist and brings it to his face. "And here." He kisses another spot there. "When you helped free the hostages from that robber..." Wolfwood dismissively says, looking away, "Was a lucky shot." Vash huffs, “Don’t brag. Jeez.”
Half of Wolfwood's expression is shown, eyes returning to Vash who is now sitting up, continuing to say, "And..." Vash goes on and kiss Wolfwood's right palm. "You got cut here, even though that girl was aiming at me." A moment from the past flashes, of Wolfwood grabbing a knife aimed at Vash, his hand bleeding.
At present, Vash moves down and puts another kiss on Wolfwood's right shoulder. "And here, from watching my back." Another memory flashes of Wolfwood and Vash back to back. Vash looks back as Wolfwood grins while holding Punisher, bleeding from multiple gunshots in his shoulder.
"And," Vash combs up Wolfwood's hair to reveal his forehead, "Here." A final memory shows Wolfwood with a regeneration vial in his mouth while getting shot on his temple. The next panel is framed in blood with Vash at the center, eyes wide and stunned in horror. The next panel is a closed up shot of Wolfwood's eye, locked on Vash's face.
Back to present, Vash’s head is bowed down as Wolfwood raises a hand to his nape and says, “Spikey.”
Wolfwood looks serious and frowns as he says, "We talked about this. Those were my decisions. They're not there anymore. Forget about them." Vash looks very sad before he smiles ruefully and says, "I still see them. All the time." He leans down so they touch foreheads. Wolfwood’s sorrowful expression can be seen as Vash says, "You protect so much. I could never forget what you've done to me. And many others..."
In the last image, they're drawn more cartoonishly. Wolfwood sweats and asks, "You don't actually remember every wound, right?" Vash points at a spot on his chest. "Kuroneko left a scratch here 7 times." Wolfwood, startled, says, "Why the hell are you keeping count—" End ID]
All the stages for this freaky thing that’s going on. Taking a bit of inspiration from other apocalypse stories. Not all of the information, but enough for now.
this quote about cordyceps from this article in a scientific magazine is basically how i've always imagined possession to work in horror stories. the demon/entity/whatever doesn't alter your perception, displace you, or control your mind, they just take over all your bodily processes, bypassing your brain entirely. they force your mouth and vocal cords to form the words they want you to say, force your limbs to move in the direction they want you to go, and force your lungs to keep expanding and contracting and your heart to keep beating, even through excruciating pain and horrific injury, so you can't even self-sabotage and your friends and loved ones are discouraged from trying to stop you for fear of what harm they might cause you to do to yourself to escape. you're a passenger in the driver's seat of your own car, and the hands on the wheel, though outwardly apparently the same pair you've always had, are no longer your own.
Your fears that you don't have a body that will transition "well" are, sure, understandable, but there isn't truly such thing as a body that's unworthy of transition. Perhaps your changing body won't suit everybody's taste, but would you rather live for yourself or for the whims of random people who don't care about your happiness as long as they're attracted to what they see?
Transition is for anybody who wants it. It's okay to be fearful. It's okay to be uncertain. But it isn't the end of the world. You are in control, and if you choose to transition to any capacity, it should be at your behest. You and your body are worthy of transition. I hope you are able to seize transition and do what you truly want for yourself.