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vshushmshu · 8 months

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live wires

your body ached.

laying in a bunk secluded from the rest of the camp, you sighed and rubbed your bleary eyes, trying to exhume any amount of willpower from within you to get up. you had learned to sleep on your stomach after the incident, not able to trust yourself not get semi-paralyzed again. your back hurt though, nerves on fire and yet so numb, and you could really use… something. anything, really, that would make the pain go away, even for just a little while.

there were probably a handful of pain killers left over in storage somewhere but… you figured any of the freshly injured and sick needed that more than you did. so you lay there trying not to writhe in agony, because that would only worsen said agony, until it faded to something duller and easier to ignore. you huffed, hoisting yourself into a sitting position and turning a blind eye to the tremors in your arms, trying to stretch the stiff muscles in your back. that effort quickly made it worse, though, so you bit back a pathetic whimper and sat still while trying to calm your breathing.

every time you thought you were getting better, the damaged nerves in your back liked to remind you that they were still there, impeding your ability to fight or even do menial tasks. such as right now; up in the middle of the night, and you weren’t even able to get some tea to help you sleep. everyone else seemed to be asleep, judging by the silence outside your shoebox of a pre-assigned room. you wondered if you could try to power through, make it to the common area to get something going for yourself.

an attempt at standing, and you stumbled halfway over to the door until there was another protest of your body. now, you sat in the middle of the room, silently cursing your feeble form while also thankful that you hadn’t landed on your back. didn’t want everything to seize up again, you grumbled to yourself internally. you would never regret what you did to cause this injury that kept you half crippled, though maybe you lamented the circumstances every now and then.

it was only fair to be able to mope, considering you were in the middle of a literal apocalypse. as mikey had said to you once, trying to ignore everything and force yourself to be upbeat would most definitely be more detrimental to you than being sad every now and then. albeit, you wished the sadness wasn’t always as ever-present as it was, but it was what it was. as long as you could protect what was left of what you love, you’d bear the burn seeping into your spine.

cliché, maybe even cringe, but you did very much care. you weren’t sure of how long you had spent swallowing down pain curled up on the hard floor, but eventually you heard footsteps. they weren’t ones that caused you any real alarm, however, since you had already memorized these to the best of your ability. they were trying not to be too conspicuous, carefully making their way over to your closed door.

you couldn’t help but smile a little when you heard him fiddle with the doorknob, frustrated whispers about how “doorknobs weren’t even needed, who invented doorknobs???” before it clicked open.

a green hand darted out to avoid the door creaking too loudly, slowly but surely cracking it wider until a sheepish red eared slider came into view. you always had to crane your head up to look at him now, your neck missing when the pair of you were around the same height in the past (he would always get pissy when you pointed out he was shorter than you, so you gave in to his delusions); though, you had to even more so now, considering you had been sat on the floor for a considerably considerable amount of time, “what’s good, blue?”

you heard a small laugh, which made your strained grin brighten a little more, and the turtle made his way in the room with a soft click of the door closing behind him, “not much, figured i’d give my favorite a visit.”

with a dramatic gasp, you propped a damning twitchy hand up to your forehead, “me?? your favorite?? how scandalous! you would think the resistance leader would have no reservations considering the amount of people that look up to him, yet here we are!!”

he squinted at you, setting a steaming mug in his hands (that you hadn’t noticed up until now) down at a nearby desk, and you knew you weren’t gonna get off that easy, “yeah, mhm.. why are you on the floor?”

the corners of his mouth quirked up at your very visible cringe, and your trembling hand fell to the nape of your neck while you smiled with the same level of sheepishness he had when he first entered, trying not to shrug as you rubbed a particularly achey spot jerkily, “what can i say? the floor is pretty comfy. ten out of ten, solid floor.”

he hummed, already crouching down to scoop you up with little difficulty, avoiding known tender spots as he walked you back over to your bed, “same old, huh?”

you huffed at being returned to the starting point of your venture, trying not to rest your head on his oversized prosthetic and letting your hand fall to your lap, it thanking you by lessening the searing pain that shot through you at every flex, “same old.”

the slider rested you down on your bed carefully, giving you his best empathetic smile while reaching over to the mug he brought, and brandishing it to you with a small “ta-daa!!” you laughed a little, eyes crinkling while you took the mug from his hands, catching a whiff of the tea within, “all for little ol’ me? fetched in the dead of night? aw, seems like someone has a little crushhh!”

leo gave you a deadpan look, biting back a snappy remark as he pushed the bottom of the mug up to your lips with a not-so rare silence, and you rolled your eyes at the fact he didn’t humor you this time. he had a smile on his face when you opened your eyes after your sip though, which made you in turn, flash one of your own. they were infectious, after all. you finished off maybe half the mug with him in a nice quiet when he tapped your knee, making you look up at him again, “i have a surprise for you.”

you cocked your head at him, setting the mug down between you two so that your arms stopped with their tremors, “now a surprise? jeez, am i lucky, or what?”

he grinned, but it was dampened around the edges from how excruciatingly tired he seemed to be tonight, almost every night, “hmm, i guess so. now, close your eyes and say “ahh”!”

doing as told, albeit with an attempted saucy wiggle of your eyebrows that he snickered at, you felt the side of your head being held by his over-sized hand. with the good one, he popped a pill into your mouth, and you instantly tried to recoil, holding back the urge to spit it out. the staleness of the little pill registered to your tastebuds, and your eyes flew open to glare at the slider, who still had the hold on you that had prevented you from shimmying away, “wh- leo! the pain meds are for the new recruits, the severely sick and injured?? why would you-“

the turtle’s face was a sight, definitely up there in the list of times leo was the most exasperated with someone as he pinched your cheek, “why wouldn’t i? do you even remember what just happened?? hell, sometimes you can’t even make it out bed without it hurting! you’re severely injured too, idiot, you need the meds as much as anybody!”

your mug was mighty interesting, and you sloshed around the liquid in it minutely before you took another sip, washing down the powdery taste with a grimace while you mumbled a complaint about your cheek hurting. leo seemed satisfied from that though, letting out a heavy sigh that made you grateful you actually swallowed the pill, and didn’t just hide it under your tongue till later in your stubbornness. he ran his good hand over his face, dropping the other holding yours after smoothing down a stray hair and patting your cheek in silent apology, and you didn’t miss how tense his shoulders still were, “…how long have you had that arm on?”

the red eared slider had been defeated, but he still sent a mildly sour look your way, “why do you deflect?”

you could laugh again, the burning coursing through your live wires of nerves beginning to numb just a bit from the medicine, and you took another shaky sip, “i dunno, why do you deflect?”

leo grumbled, “that proves literally no point you could possibly be trying to make.”

a wiggle of your eyebrows again, “how ‘bout you point at deez nuts?”

there was a moment of silence. then a strangled bark of laughter from leo, and you both devolved into chortles, knowing the joke was too dumb to be giggling at. you tried to catch your breath, clutching the mug to make sure it didn’t shatter upon contact the floor, while the turtle collected himself against the wall. he wiped at his eyes, and you let out a debilitating snicker despite needing air, “wh- are you crying?! it was a cock and balls joke! it doesn’t deserve tears!”

he wheezed, and you crumpled against him, both your shoulders shaking, “then d-don’t call it a cock an-and balls joke??? i’m-“

you signed a time-out playfully, lightly punching at his good shoulder with a fat smile and heaving breaths, “shhhh! i said w-what i said!”

he shook his head, and you both eventually came down from your testicle-induced high, the comfortable silence being broken by little giggles every now and then. you eventually got him to take his prosthetic off for a while, on the promise that you would do your best to rest through the night. the mug was put to the side on the table, as well as the slider’s arm, which he somehow fit onto the surface of said table. like that, you exchanged stories of your days while sitting on the bed, all the while grumbling over how you couldn’t hop up to grab ice or a hot pack for leo’s shoulder.

#i’m #yeah.#rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #THIS IS ALSO PART OF RYANA LMAO #this comes in wayyy later though #they are happy for a while #until they aren’t #but they survive the best they can #ao3 link in pinned!!#i will write when i feel. better #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x y/n #yes these are all things that i wrote a while ago that were just sitting in my notes app #leave me alonefg

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stil-lindigo · 5 months

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Bisan is calling for another global strike!

I saw some posts just outlining Jan 21st, and wanted to clarify that Bisan has called for a full seven days of action.

What a global strike would look like is:

calling in sick to work

purchasing bare essentials ahead of the week so you can observe the general boycott of goods / buying as little as you genuinely can

putting in a concerted effort to elevate Palestinian voices and make it clear that this strike is in support of a permanent ceasefire!

For those who will have to purchase necessary goods during this time, please observe the brands that the BDS movement is asking us to boycott!

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Right now is also a good time to mention some better uses for your money during this week.

Available e-sims in Gaza are running low!!

Mirna El Helbawi and her team are working round the clock to continue to connect Palestinians as Israel does its best to cut them off from the rest of the world.

You can learn how to purchase and send e-sims here, and below you’ll find a list of what is currently needed (the areas in brackets indicate what region you should select to buy e-sims in).

CareforGaza is an organisation that does verifiably good work, distributing supplies directly to Palestinian families.

They have a Gofundme set up at the moment, but because of Gofundme’s poor track record regarding refusing to transfer funds to Palestinians, I’d recommend continuing to donate directly to their PayPal here.

Good luck to all of you. Don't turn away from Palestine!

#i know that for some people their first instinct will be to scoff. how can anyone just not buy things for a full week?#what about groceries? rent?#and personally. i wanna say yes. there are some things that we have to spend money on to survive.#but it is possible still to make a concerted effort in your life #to carve out seven days where you can minimise that amount of money #i know its a lot.#for some people who are living on a tight budget. i know its not possible and i dont fault you for that #but i know for a fact that so many of us would be able to take out a few daily purchases in observance of this strike #do your best #dont turn away from palestine #free palestine #palestine #from the river to the sea #call to action

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lazylittledragon · 2 months

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i refuse to believe that boycotting is hard. my favourite thing in the world is ordering maccies after a late night at work/a concert/getting drunk. yes i do miss it sometimes. but the other night i ordered from a small place near my house instead and it was the most orgasmic burger i've ever had in my life. i very rarely say this but fucking suck it up people are DEAD

#ramble #also only 0.29 delivery instead of 3.99 #and chilli cheese bites #i swear to god the best food you'll ever eat while drunk is from the tiny shithole that's open until 4am #if you're refusing to do literally the smallest thing you can do to help then i have questions #it's FOOD. you'll survive #it's not even NECESSARY food #if it was like a chain grocery place and you don't have access to anything else then i would understand #but it's just NOT #make your own coffee for the love of god #when there is NOTHING you can do to stop this fucking tragedy. and let's be honest there isn't a lot normal people can do #and people say to you 'do this insignificant thing just to show that you even CARE'#and you DON'T do that???? what is actually wrong with you #also i've been worried about this since my last post about sbucks but this is Not an attack on the people who WORK at the boycotted places #because it is an absolute privilege to be able to leave your job and immediately find a new one

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pien-art · 5 months

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Little Moiraine and baby Anvaere 💫

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prints available here !

#i can just imagine moiraine as the best big sister when they were growing up #protective and patient and eager to do right by anvaere. to keep her safe. to make her laugh and smile. reading to her and playing with her #and teaching her how to survive #and then she learned to channel #and suddenly anvaere was all alone #my art #wot #twot #wot fanart #fanart #the wheel of time #wheel of time on prime #wot on prime #moiraine damodred #anvaere damodred #art

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spaciebabie · 1 year

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papyrus does his taxes ☹☹☹☹☹

#undertale #let papyrus say fuck #letpapyrussayfuck #papyrus undertale #papyrus #WHYYYY IS HE SO HARD TA DRAW IM GONNA DIE #this was so much funnier in my head #oh well. cant be on my a game 100% of the time #have a good day im gonna go chill THE SUN IS ON MY SCREEN FFS #when he does his taxes he really lets loose he says everysingle curseword he can imagine b/c that shit sucks so fucking bad #the great papyrus wont survive in prison tho so he does his absolute best #spacie scribbles

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otaku553 · 25 days

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How would you say Tage and canon Sabo's personality differ?

I think the main point they differ on is that canon sabo knows who he is even after his amnesia, because the revolutionary army gave him so much motivation and direction, whereas tage doesn’t have a supportive community or any direction to point his anger and trauma at after waking up without his memories so he becomes a lot more directionless.

I think the reason why sabo looks like a noble in canon despite a very pronounced dislike for nobles is that he uses his history as a noble to propel his motivations as a revolutionary. I think dragon would have told sabo from meeting him before that Sabo was a noble, and from that, canon Sabo regained that strong hatred against the nobles and willingness to fight against them. Tage has none of that. Since he’s been along for so long, he fights primarily for his survival, and so he focuses a bit more than canon sabo on appearance and deception. He’s more cynical of the whole world as opposed to just nobles, and is more willing to fight anybody who crosses him specifically.

I don’t think they’re very different on the surface— canon sabo and Tage both do things independently and at their own pace and have the capacity to go absolutely feral but present a demeanor of calm confidence and strength to the people around them.

#one piece au #spade pirate sabo au #revolutionary sabo #I feel like I draw them kind of differently #also if it seems like Tage is a bit too amicable to Ace in their first meeting given his cynicism #you’re right lmao. I kind of was not thinking too hard when I made that comic #but also think of it as tage testing the waters and doing what he can to survive in the situation #he knows he can’t get off the island alone in any case so it’s in his best interest to work with the other person who has also miraculously #shirpwrecked on sixis at the same time as him

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greenglowinspooks · 2 months

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(DCXDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 5)

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Tw: torture scene (GiW agent receiving), general angst, canon-typical violence (DC), nobody is having a good time

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It was pretty easy for Danny to forget that Dr. Crane was a rogue at times.

Most of the time he wasn’t comically evil, like what he’d expect of a Gotham rogue. He was helping Danny, even if only because he didn’t want to be taken in by the GiW as well. He was even downright nice most of the time, or at least neutral.

Sure, he had a strange obsession with fear and psychology, but that wasn’t really out of the ordinary for Danny. It didn’t feel like living with a rogue, just like…staying with a distant relative, or something.

He seemed like just an ordinary person.

Today, though, Danny was brought back to reality.

The GiW agent they’d tracked down together writhed on the ground, screaming in pain and terror. Scarecrow was sat a few feet away, setting up a syringe of the antidote he’d made.

After a few more moments, he injected the man with the antidote, watching him like a hawk the entire time.

Suddenly, the man surged forward, lunging at Scarecrow with a feral scream.

Unluckily for him, though, he was still weak from the fear toxin in his system, and from the beatings he’d received prior. Scarecrow easily wrestled him to the ground, settling himself on the broad part of the agent’s back with a vice grip on one of his arms.

“Let’s try again,” he said sharply, all of the warmth Danny had grown used to gone from his voice. “Where is the GiW base of operations?”

The agent took several shuddering breaths before spitting at Scarecrow, defiance and hatred written all over his face.

For just a moment, the room was utterly silent.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Scarecrow began to twist the man’s arm further. It wasn’t long before the agent began to squirm, then writhe, beneath him. Danny’s stomach churned.

“You know,” Scarecrow began, almost conversationally, “there are plenty of jobs that one can get without the use of their legs, especially with the level of education you have. Anything that doesn’t involve hard labor, really.”

The man’s face was beginning to turn red in his struggle not to scream. He took in gasping breaths, the way that his mouth moved almost reminding Danny of a goldfish.

(He felt awful for the comparison, but it was true.)

“However,” Scarecrow continued, “I find you’d be rather hard-pressed to find a job without the use of your arms. Especially in a place like Gotham, where you can always be replaced by someone eager to do your job for even less money. Of course, you could most likely coast off of savings and severance pay for a while, but…”

He leaned closer to the man’s head, his voice lowering.

“Would you be able to live like that? To live with yourself, if you no longer have a purpose?”

He allowed the agent a few seconds of rest before increasing the pressure on his arm. The agent gasped, letting out a strangled hiss. His arm bones were making fascinating noises in response to the strain. Danny felt sick.

“You seem like a rather driven young man. I’m sure your family would hate to see you unmotivated, directionless. Would they resent you, do you think?”

“Fuck you, you—”

The man was cut off by his own scream as Scarecrow finally allowed his arm to break, audibly splintering into thousands of useless shards of bone.

He had the exact pressure memorized. Clearly, he had done this before.

This was wrong. This was wrong.

Shouldn’t Danny step in, do something?

“That won’t heal cleanly. Even with the best medical care in the world, you’ll end up with permanent damage.”

The man below him wheezed and sobbed, choking on air as Scarecrow let go of his arm carelessly, letting it flop back onto the ground.

“Just the sort of thing something like you deserves,” Scarecrow hissed, his voice cold.

“You tortured a child, and you enjoyed it. You laughed with your friends about it. In your notes, one of your friends complained about the screaming,” Scarecrow brought his leg around, grinding his boot into the man’s broken arm. He howled in agony, writhing uncontrollably.

“Was it inconvenient to him, do you think? Too loud? If you were joking about it, clearly you thought so, too. I could fix that as well.”

He drew out another needle, this one once again filled with fear toxin.

“Scarecrow, wait,” Danny choked out.

Scarecrow turned to look at him.

Even his posture was different than usual. He looked… stiff, more like an animal than a man. When he tilted his head at Danny in a silent question, it looked like something in his neck had snapped, his head lolling to the side.

Danny wondered if he was consciously moving like that, or if it was habit at this point.

“You—we don’t have to do this. We can get information some other way, right? You don’t have to…”

Danny looked down at the GiW agent below Scarecrow. He didn’t even have it in him to glare up at Danny like he had before. Instead he laid limply on the ground, tremors rolling through his body uncontrollably.

“We’ve exhausted every other option and you know it,” Scarecrow said, his voice low, “this is the only way we can move forward.”

“Still, I—I don’t,” Danny swallowed, his throat tight, “this isn’t—this isn’t right. Isn’t there some other way to do this? Like—a truth serum, or something?”

“Truth serums are notoriously unreliable. They’re almost as bad as lie detectors. We’re much more likely to get a reliable result from this.”

Danny just stared at the GiW agent and his splintered, ruined arm. He began to weakly wriggle in Scarecrow’s grasp, which was graciously ignored.

He vaguely remembered himself doing the same thing when he was on the operating table; even if he knew there was no chance of escape, he still thrashed and screamed, desperate to get away. The jagged I-shaped incision on his torso felt uncomfortably warm.

What was there left to say?

“The Bat does the same thing at times, you know,” Scarecrow said, “him and the rest of his brood. By using my toxin, I’m actually lessening the amount of permanent damage that I’m doing. Physically.”

“Still, that doesn’t make it right,” Danny said desperately. “Even if—even if everyone in the world did this, it wouldn’t make it right.”

Scarecrow hummed.

They were both silent for a moment.

His next words were gentle, absurdly so when compared to the scene in front of him.

“I would love an alternative. But…”

He shrugged, hand coming to rest on the break in the GiW agent’s arm. Even without applying any pressure, the man stopped squirming immediately.

“There aren’t any other options,” Danny repeated, his voice flat and his body numb.

“Yes,” Scarecrow said. “I’m sorry.”

There was a pause. No one moved a muscle. Eventually Scarecrow spoke again, his voice strangely empty.

“You can stand outside and keep watch, if you’d like. At such a short distance their radars won’t pick us up.”

Danny said nothing, leaving the room silently.

He sat outside for quite a while.

He was grateful that Scarecrow had, with his help, dragged the agent to one of his previous hideouts. It was soundproofed, after all.

He was glad that he didn’t have to hear the rest of what Scarecrow did to the man.

After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Crane left the building, joining him outside. He guided Danny back to his beat up old truck and they drove home in silence.

“Did you at least…do you know where they are, now?” Danny asked as they entered the apartment, his voice small.

“They didn’t share the details of all of their locations with any one person. I know where one of their locations are, but not their main base of operations.”

Danny felt disgusted. With himself, with Dr. Crane, with the GiW.

He was disgusted by the agent, too. Did he just hate the restless dead so much that he would prefer to be tortured than to give them the upper hand? Did he really think he was in the right?

Was there a chance that he was?

Danny felt very, very small, and very stupid. Stupid and weak and cowardly.

“Danny,” Dr. Crane spoke, his voice soft.

“I’m truly sorry that this is happening to you. I really, truly wish that you didn’t have to endure my company. I…”

He fell quiet. Danny wondered if he was just saying this to pacify him, or if he truly meant it. He wondered if it really mattered in the end.

After a few moments of silence, Dr. Crane sighed, looking truly pained.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Danny was quiet.

“I’m going to bed early,” he finally said, turning away and leaving without a second glance.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #this kinda shit is how the fic got its name btw.#like yeah obviously it’s also in reference to the contrast between crane and danny’s actual parents #but it’s also about doing what you need to survive vs what is best for the people dependent on you #tshirt that says I love moral quandaries I love when no matter what you do you lose I love torturing characters #Scarecrow: why isn’t torturing everyone who wronged you healing this child. it worked for ME #meanwhile Danny is undergoing the torment nexus #and red hood is doing some doomguy shit #getting swarmed by GiW agents bc he’s one of the only ones showing up on the radar #Tucker voice Wow Mr red hood this is kinda fucked up. can I use the bat computer to hack the pentagon btw

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axolotlclown · 3 months

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We need to remember that Shubble stated that Wilbur would manipulate and gaslight friends and family. With this, we must be patient with streamers that were close to Wilbur. This was likely surprising and shocking for them. They may need time to come to terms with what has happened.

I have been vocal about how important it is for men to be critical about abusive behaviors. However, Wilbur had many close friends—some would even consider him family—and now they may feel they hardly knew him at all.

There is a deep stress felt by viewers. It is difficult to think we have given any amount of time or money to an abuser. Could you imagine a close friend right now? The pain and betrayal must sear. They need time to understand what has happened and come to terms with it. Many of them may not be live in the coming days (weeks even).

That being said, as time passes, criticism may be necessary. Complacency is not an option. Men that are willing to ignore abuse to protect an abuser are just as pathetic as the abusers themselves.

Let's give this situation time to breathe. I ask that we give patience and courtesy to those close to Wilbur at this time. But please do not forget that this happened. There may be a few streamers hoping to lay low and then drop a collab in a few months. Do not let them. This is too important.

#for now #the best thing we can do is spread awareness about abuse and offer support to domestic violence victims #i also want to add #that any previous art made about him was made with pure intentions #obviously its up to each individual to decide where the line is #but maybe lets not support him monetarily moving forward #that seems to be the move #anyway #please be kind to each other and give each other space #especially domestic violence survivors that may be here with us #and those who may have realized they were/are abused from shubbles story #i want to offer her and everyone around as much support as i can #if any domestic violence survivers have any stories they want to share #my dms and askbox are open #if anyone suspects that someone in their life may be abusing someone #this offer is open to you too #we need to talk about this #thoughts of dante #wilbur soot #shubble #im tagging this under shubble even though the post isnt really about her but i want the tags of this post to reach #whoever needs to read them

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