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I love that all the body parts used to repair the creature in Lisa Frankenstein were things that hurt her when attached to the living person they came from. Like, Lisa's stepmom never listened to her, so creature took her ear and always listened, that guy whos name I don't remember tried to assault her with his hand, but creature took it and touched her gently with it, and that other guy whos name I also don't remember fucked her stepsister with his dick, but creature took it and fulfilled Lisa's dying wish with it. Idk, it's cute to me and I want someone like that.

undead boy with "UNMARRIED" on his gravestone makes sure to put "BELOVED WIFE" on his girl's gravestone even though he knows she won't be in the ground for long

Spoilers for Lisa Frankenstein but the creature writing “Beloved Wife” on Lisa’s tombstone was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen, it’s driving me crazy

find a man who cherishes you enough to cut off the dick of the man who has scorned you in order to use it to tenderly make love to you after proposing with a peach ring so that you do not have to die a virgin and can instead live on forever with him while he regularly brings flowers to your gravesite and tends to your undead body's electrocution wounds as he reads percy bysshe shelley's poetry to you. do NOT settle for less.

Max’s entire speech upset me immensely, as someone who deeply relates to Billy’s struggles and his character as a whole.

Watching him stand up for himself, and take on the mind flayer in the midst of mental torture in season 3 meant the world to me, despite it resulting in his death. That moment of bravery honestly taught me many lessons that I insert in my own daily struggles. But now we’re told he wasn’t a hero for it.

He was an 18 year old child, plagued by his past and struggles, longing to find someone who cared while he was used as a pawn by an otherworldly being, and clearly terrified. He was tortured and they say he deserved it?

To hear he didn’t deserve to be saved SHATTERS me. What I hear, is that he didn’t deserve anyone fighting for him. He didn’t deserve anyone defending him, understanding him. He didn’t deserve what he craved all his life. Even in death he was left to fend for himself, against something stronger than him.

Were his past actions okay? No, absolutely not- but any abuse victim, any child, teen, adult, and so forth holding onto any sort of trauma deserves a second chance. We all deserve someone to fight by our side and show us we can turn around, and that we aren’t our past. We shouldve been able to see his growth and his development.

Hearing that she prayed he DIED, was just weirdly unnecessary even if it was a “ruse,” it was honestly disgusting. I understand he was difficult to live with. But praying for his demise, his death in a car wreck? uncalled for. Plus, Disregarding the bond that was clearly there in Dear Billy is annoying. It should’ve been played on a lot more than it was. We should’ve seen their relationship deeper than what they’ve shown us.

Using Billy to further torture Max with her memories is also horrendous. We deserved to see at least ONE scene where they bonded. One moment where the briefest grin was exchanged, because I know there was at least one. Why couldn’t a positive moment be a part of her montage, a good memory that pulls her back? Why can’t we be shown that he ISNT just some monster? He’s a human being. A heartbroken, terrified teenager who hasn’t been given a break since he was a child. And now.. we’re using him as bait?

He deserved redemption, he deserved more than what we got in the second part, not only for his character, but for everyone who could relate. A moment to show that I deserve to be saved.

i know we’re gonna be 60 n on here w the same blogs. so none of yall kill urselves!!!!

please practice speaking to yourself in a gentle mental voice. many of us, especially those raised by overly critical caregivers, have developed the habit of speaking unkindly to ourselves in our own heads. this is yet another instance of learned behavior that has to be purposely unlearnt. a good way to start is to monitor your thoughts and the judgments you pass on yourself, and practice rewording them in more positive, supportive language. practice speaking to yourself as if to a child who needs love and kindness. because you do. you do need those things.

in a world as jumbled and harsh as this, you deserve at least to cradle yourself in your own gentle hands. you deserve people who treat you gently. and one of those people needs to be you.

Ghirahim(Doll)

@tortilla-of-courage @squid-ink-personal @musashi 

For those who haven’t seen Hyrule Historia, this is the thing I’m going to talk about:

‘Doll’ is ‘人形’

人 means person, or human.

形 means form, or shape.

‘Doll’ might be a mistranslation for ‘human form’

On the other hand, Ghirahim is a sword. He’s a sword in a humanoid form. So he should be a doll by definition.

(On second thought, ‘human form’ should be 人型… I need to see the actual Japanese version)

Source 

the fight is harder each year.

more dots

i’m seeing a lot of people reblogging suicide hotlines and this is just a reminder that this is a suicide help line that works like a text-based instant messenger for people who may need to talk to someone but have trouble/are uncomfortable making phone calls

we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!!  we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!

How did you manage to become so confident and happy with your body while still being on social media?

I’m not confident or happy with my body. I just don’t engage with my body. I can’t do positivity about something I have been so negative about. Our bodies are always under attack from society so it’s a bit of a stretch to expect us all to actively love them yet. I instead practice body neutrality. I don’t look in the mirror. I just put on my clothes and go. It has freed me. I’m so much happier now and more productive. I have more time in the day for interesting thoughts and ideas now that I’m not obsessing over whether I love or hate my body. 

Thank you to @sweet-honey-bunnies for this lovely find 💖💖 I love Sanrio. That + positive messages? Win win! 🥰💕

Hello September! 🍁

Please, be lucky! ❤️

the illusion was always that we just had to do it. just “do” the homework. the meal prep. the college application. just write the email, send the homework, follow up with that interview, clean your room. these are easy things, one-click things, two-hours-max things. we had so many people in our lives shout it at us. “why didn’t you just do it!” 

often my answer was a soft i don’t know. an i-got-tired when actually it was more like - i couldn’t. i just couldn’t. it feels like everything is covered in snow. don’t you know that i’m mad at myself too? i want this stuff just as much as you do. i want to live in a clean house with good food and have an okay job and know i’m not disappointing the people i’m coming home to. i don’t like missing opportunities and having to scramble in a panic about last-minute things.

i’m a fully grown adult. she is posing for a pic on insta. if you want a life like this, go out and get it. it’s 2pm and i haven’t eaten breakfast. i am staring at the space where i should be working. 

her video has a laugh. “just do it!”

you are valid, here, real, and safe. you are not faking, and you are not being over-dramatic. we believe you and have faith in you. you are safe here.

People on the side of the internet I'm on all seem to hate themselves and joke about it to cope and I never know how to react.

I have overcome my self hatred two years ago and I'm still no adult yet.

I just hope y'all be looking into yourself one day and realise you're not actually that bad as you believe all those years.

All human beings are deserving of respect and love. That includes you too, my friend

Hey peeps, here's a small tip for all my trans, nb etc. people out there who need a binder but don't have much money or can't buy one bc their parents had to pay or something... places to get free binders! Yay~~

Ace bandages are not made to move with your body, and they can cause serious issues such as tearing muscle, bruising of the ribs, misshaping the spine, and serious lung damage.

Please stay save and take care of yourself. You and your well-being are important!

I love you!

there’s this moment of awareness for a girl when she realizes her legs (and/or arms, armpits, upper lip…) are unacceptable.

she’s just minding her own business, bopping along, when maybe a classmate starts mocking her for having visible body hair. or she goes to a sleepover and someone points out that her legs look different from all the other girls’. or she walks in on her mom shaving and asks why, and the answer is “because a woman’s body looks nicer this way.” or maybe her mother or sister actually approaches her and says, “looks like it’s time you learned to shave that jungle.”

the point is, the day before that realization, however it happened, the girl didn’t give a shit about her hair. she put on shorts and tank tops without a second thought. she didn’t feel unclean. she didn’t feel like a monster when she looked in the mirror (at least not because of body hair). her hair didn’t stop her from riding a bike or climbing a tree.

only after someone draws her attention to it does she start feeling self-conscious and wanting to remove it. removal, in this culture, is never a choice made free of coercion. it’s never born of a girl’s own naturally occurring desires. the seed of shame was planted in her by someone else (family, friends, bullies, magazines, razor commercials) and chances are that seed will stay with her forever- a sinking realization that her body can be wrong, that she can look ugly or dirty even when clean, that a thing she never even noticed about herself before should be a source of retroactive humiliation.

that feeling is like a scar. every time we look at it, the humiliation and judgment we experienced as kids comes rushing back and the little nasty patriarchal voice in our heads (the same one that says shit like “jesus you’re getting fat,” “ugh why did you think you could pull off this outfit,” “god who would ever want to touch THOSE boobs,” etc) says “ugh, looks like it’s time I shaved that jungle.” and it’s just parroting back what we’ve already been told.

thinking that what happened “wasn’t bad enough” is a sign that it was.

your brain wouldn’t be trying to protect itself from the reality of what happened if what happened didn’t hurt you.

questioning if your trauma “counts” as trauma is a sign of trauma.