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‘Less’ the cowardly protector
I’ve been swamped with uni work recently but I should get a chance to draw some more fun stuff soon so
In the mean time take the representation of my child hood trama
he’s ‘nameless’ but most people just call it ‘less’
KillingStalking Opinion
Hey guys I have one thing to say about killing stalking it was such a good story and I enjoyed it so much every character had a backstory had a reason for why they did certain things, for example, the main character Sangwoo had a psychological problem which caused him to become a murderer and didn’t help on top of that with his family issues. It was so good Yoonbum also had his own share of issues mentally and also experienced some seriously traumatic things. I remember reading this a long time ago, I’ve re-read it because I didn’t finish it originally because only recently has it been completed. In later chapters I was so shocked by it. It really showed how messed up they are mentally and how they have been suffering. And for me someone that likes horror and all that stuff. It got to a whole different level and a part of me felt so bad for the psychological trauma that each of them had been through and then there were parts of me that were like ”what the hell”. I felt so bad in the ending. I never expected that to happen, I’m not gonna say what happened. I’m not a spoiler but I recommend if you’re faint-hearted don’t read this but if you enjoy stories like this that aren’t half-ass and have a good story and are well written read this.
(Btw if the grammar real bad sorry sis)
Anthem
While working in the basement one day, I did something that upset him (likely the board I was holding wasn’t straight or flush enough for him, or something we screwed together wasn’t square). He pushed me to the ground and I hit my head.
He stood over me, triumphant and imposing. I locked eyes with him for a moment, stunned. Then he sang “Who runs the world” in a mocking voice; he sang Beyonce daring me to get up.
bullying the traumatized
we don't wear kiddy gloves here.
"Who told you it wasn't that bad?"
"Who told you that?"
"I'll fight anyone who says otherwise."
"Yeah, well, news flash: it fucked you up. I can tell."
"It's okay to have shit that fucks you up, you know."
"Ohhhh noooo, you're feeling an emotion."
"God forbid something hurts and you do something about it."
"That's trauma for you."
"Get angry about it."
"I don't know. I expected you to feel something."
"In case it escaped your notice, I care about you!"
"Do you have a death wish?"
"And you decided you were going to stoically suffer in silence and not tell anyone?"
"Got some 'main character syndrome' in you, huh?"
"We're meant to be a team!"
"Then they can go to hell! They don't tell us what we're capable of."
"I'm going to try. I don't care whether you're gonna try with me but I hope you do."
"We've seen worse odds."
"What did you expect? Me to stand there and do nothing?"
"Oh, you have trauma? I didn't notice."
"Oh, grow! Up!"
Scrubbing Off the Trauma starters
"I just can't shake off this feeling of filth…" "Why won't it go away?!" "I need to get clean. Now!" "I can't stop scrubbing…" "It's like I can still feel [his/her/their] hands on me…" "No matter how hard I scrub, I still feel dirty inside." "I need to wash away the memories…" "Please, make it stop…" "Why won't the stains fade?" "I just want to feel clean again…" "I can't look at myself in the mirror…" "Is there even a point in trying to wash it all away?" "It's like I can't get clean enough…" "The water just won't wash away the shame…" "I'll never be able to forget…" "Every time I close my eyes, I see it again…" "I need to wash away the guilt…" "I feel like I'm drowning…" "Please, someone help me…" [COMPULSIVELY] The sender repeatedly washes their hands, unable to stop. [OBSESSIVELY] The sender scrubs their body under scalding hot water. [CLEAN] The sender showers for hours, refusing to step out. [HOPELESSLY] The sender stands under the shower, letting the water cascade over them. [BROKEN] The sender sits in the shower, hugging their knees to their chest.
reblog game, school trauma, no context.
ILL START
MY second grade teacher tried to kill me . LITEARLY. TRIED .TO.KILL.2ND. GRADE.ME.
she is now principal of a diffrent school :D.
your turn
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@my-turn-with-the-batdad
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@franxx00213
They say love is an addiction.
I don’t think that though.
Love is more a hyperfixation.
Love is something that you think of constantly.
Love is something you spend countless hours on.
Love is something where it doesn’t matter how near or far you are.
Love is something you can’t get enough of.
An addiction is a horrible thing.
An addiction is the reason I shiver when I hear his name.
An addiction is the reason I stayed when all my friends called me a fool and left me.
An addiction is the reason I let my body get used over and over again.
An addiction is why I get scared when an older man gets near me.
An addiction is why I can’t think of 6th grade without crying.
An addiction is hell.
An addiction is a nightmare.
An addiction isn’t forever but the pain is.
a dbt skills cheat sheet/illustration i did last may in IOP
prompt was what’s in your tool shed(ie coping skills) so i also did a “mind garden” to go with it
My guy you did not have to call us all out like this my dude
Yeah so angst for the future😃😭