oh-mother-of-darkness:

Hey! This fic directly discusses depression and suicidal ideation! It ends on a high note, but please be careful!

“You look like shit,” said Damian, as he set a pot of tea and a stack of cups on the kitchen table. Tim ignored him and focussed on his screen instead. He wasn’t in the mood. 

Damian didn’t seem to get the hint. “Something wrong?”

“I’m fine.” 

“Grayson’s outside with Father, if you want to talk about it.”

“They’re busy.” 

“You could talk to me,” Damian suggested.

“Why would I do that?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Tim pulled his laptop screen closed so he could give Damian the eye. If Damian noticed, he didn’t let on— just stared back like he was actually expecting an answer. 

“You hate me,” Tim reminded him.

“Yes,” Damian agreed, probably on pure instinct because he immediately backtracked. “Well not— never mind. That’s not important.”

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a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

bal-lantine:

ttracer:

draw women in post-apocalyptic world settings with armpit hair, leg hair, bushy brows and pubic hair ya cowards,, draw brown women/women with dark thick hair with arm hair and happy trails and sideburns and mustaches i’m sick of seeing silky smooth soapy clean make up wearing post apocalyptic dolled up women next to stinky sweaty crusty men with dirty nails and sweaty clothes and sweaty greasy hair and 3m long ugly beards

or, if you must depict women maintaining that shit, at least be interesting about it. I can actually buy someone shaving/putting on makeup if that’s their way of coping, something they do to tether themselves to the past or an ellusive feeling of normalcy. So show me the EFFORT put in, yeah? Show that woman risking a zombie horde because she spotted a fucking tube of scarlet lipstick and christ she hasn’t seen that color in five years but it’s what she wore on her first date with her now-dead husband. Show me the girl who is quietly starting to fucking lose it but covers it up with fanatical commitment to her appearance because if she gets these eyebrows right, maybe no one will notice how she stares at things that aren’t there.

I find it completely plausible that some women would go to incredible lengths to maintaining their appearance, because they’ve been socialized all their lives to caring about it, because it’s a part of their identity. So show me how that part gets negotiated with once the world has gone to hell.

Catch me in your local bunker doing a smoky eye with the ashes of my former life.

unpretty:

me: i say up front that my tags are useless, even if i go back and tag that thing you already saw there is basically no chance that i will remember to use that tag the next time it happens, this is absolutely going to happen again and you are safer unfollowing me

someone who asked me to tag a trigger: okay, i’m disappointed but i understand! *unfollows*

someone who asked me to put a long post tag on anything longer than 140 characters or with more than one line break or with multiple images but only if the images are in a text post or imagesets if they have captions underneath them but if there’s no caption it’s fine: YOU INCONSIDERATE SELFISH CUNT

#original #… why is it always the long post tag people #every time this happens it’s because of long posts #it’s never arachnophobes or people who want me to tag for anything else #it’s just the long posts

We spend so much of our lives being taught to be afraid of needing/wanting protection. We know we’re asking a lot. Our issues, even sometimes our existence, feels like an imposition on others.

We don’t have a choice about when to feel like we do. Easily annoyed people, however, can choose when it’s safe to bring up annoyances. They rarely get shut down, and feel entitled to what they want.

About a week ago, @alloverthegaf, was talking about how
confusing it was to want relationships, but also be turned off by them. I’ve
been thinking about that a lot.

I’m aromantic-asexual (don’t experience romantic or sexual
attraction). I’m not sure how much of that orientation is an essential part of
me, and how much is shaped by my experiences. In the same way, I’m not sure how
much akio/lithoromantism (feeling romantic feelings, but only in the abstract,
or if they aren’t reciprocated) is shaped by experiences. I don’t think it
really matters. All three labels might resonate with you, or maybe the feelings
associated with one (or more) are more like a trap you don’t want to define
you.

(Note: I compare identity and trauma here. If discussion of mental health and sexual/romantic identity together is upsetting to you, this might not be safe to read.)

Relationships have a lot of components. Discomfort or fear
can come different sources. Sometimes it can be helpful to examine your
emotions and feeling about these individual parts:

Friendship – Do you have trouble forming bonds with people? Don’t
really enjoy their company? Tend to drift away from people easily or often?

Trust – Is it hard for you to believe other people? Are you
always worried about what others think of you? How are you at being vulnerable?

Commitment – Are you comfortable making promises, being
relied on to help with long term goals, or being unable to change plans without
someone else’s input?

Physical proximity – do roommates drive you crazy? Does the
idea of having to share a bedroom, or see someone EVERY DAY, make you anxious?

Sex – Do you fear, or are you disgusted by sex? Are you
worried about being pressured into something you don’t want to be? Do you feel
sex is necessary for love?

Romance – Do romantic gestures confuse you? Are you uncomfortable
with poetry, flowers, and big emotional displays? Do you feel like you’re doing
relationship wrong if you don’t like anniversaries?

I found romance a huge turn-off, trust and commitment terrified
me, and I ended up being neutral about sex. So, I got counselling for the trust
and commitment issues, found a guy who didn’t understand romance either, and
muddled through the sex until I figured it out.

For me, ‘lithoromantic’
isn’t a label I wanted, even though the idea of a relationship being
reciprocated terrified me. It wasn’t really me, it was about fear.. ‘Aromantic’
and ‘asexual’ were me, though. They weren’t things that made me feel broken, or
came up in therapy when I dealt with my issues. Yes, I was pressured into sex
by a peer as a preteen. But having issues doesn’t mean everything about you is
a disorder. My asexuality was a part of me long before my trauma.

You have to figure out for yourself what parts of
relationship aren’t for you. Some people don’t want sex because of trauma, but desire
to get to a place where they can enjoy it. Others never want sex, but feel that
their terror at making promises is harming them. Maybe you can be comfortable
in a relationship, but only with separate living spaces and a great deal of patience
as you learn trust.

The important thing, I think, is to figure out the why of
your feelings. Then you can decide what to embrace, what to reluctantly accept,
and what you want to work to change.

Note: I am REALLY not saying that these identities are mental issues. What I’m trying to say that relationships are confusing and different orientations can make them even more so. Also, mental health issues are common, lots of us have them, and they affect every aspect of your life. Learn to understand yourself and make things a little easier.

 (Also, therapy is the best thing ever.)

chanyeolsvalentine-archive:

im gonna tumblr-ify this ask game so mutuals send me an emoji and i’ll complete this:

you are my:

(  ) mutual

(  ) friend

(  ) close friend

you intimidate me:

(  ) yes

(  ) no

do i want to talk more:

(  ) yes

(  ) no

have i ever had a crush on you:

(  ) yes

(  ) no

best feature:

(  ) @

(  ) layout

(  ) posts

random

( ) you’re very funny

(  ) you’re adorable

(  ) i freaked out when you followed me

(  ) i feel like i annoy you

(  ) i love seeing your posts on my dashboard

(  ) you’re so pretty

(  )  i love you a lot

(  ) you’re so relatable

(  ) i’m grateful for you

(  ) i wish i could meet you one day

[Gifs show a scene from the first X:Men movie.

 Wolverine (right after a scene where he was impersonated by Mystique) comes out with his hands slightly raised, saying, “Hey, hey. It’s me.”

Cyclops, hand at his temple, ready to blast Wolverine, “Prove it!”

Wolverine, hands still making calming gestures, “You’re a dick.”

Cyclops, just before lowering his hand and relaxing, “Okay.”

End ID.]