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So many anti friend groups are just straight up cults and it’s genuinely terrifying to see and be part of.

If you’re scared of your friends for whatever reason, it you’re scared of liking being in a specific fandom or liking a specific ship because you think you’ll lose all your friends over it, if your friend group is essentially built on the idea that you’re all good and everyone else is bad, if your friends use social ostracization and online stalking and harassment campaigns as threats and weapons, if your friends use fear and moral panic to keep people in line… . .

Please get out of there. This isn’t even about shipping or fandom or whatever, it’s about staying safe and not getting sucked into a literal cult. Cut them off, block them on all your social media, remake accounts if you need to, and make new friends who don’t leave you feeling like you’re walking on eggshells around them. Just stay safe.

Having to reblog the right call outs, memes, and discourse at the right time,  or come under suspicion or attack yourself? Getting scolded or called out for delay in responding to messages, even if you were away from your computer? New friends must be vetted by powerful members of the group? Private discussions may be screenshotted and shared at any time? Behavior control.

Extensive block lists with social consequences if your friends find you still follow any of those people? Mainstream books or news sources with conflicting opinions dismissed as “problematic” or out of touch? Information control.

Being expected to adopt the newest language, positions and targets without explanation even if they rapidly change? Any concerns or objections dismissed as evidence of incurable stupidity at best, unforgivable moral corruption at worst? Lumping wide varieties of info and theory together in simple good and evil categories? Thought control.

Effusive praise for complying with group demands, including and especially behavior that may make you uncomfortable, like bullying others? Seeing your friends send dissenters death threats? “Hot and cold” treatment, favoritism, competition for attention by powerful or BNF members of the group? Guilt trips about spending time and attention elsewhere? Emotion control.

Remember….BITE!

This is an amazing breakdown, thank you so much.

The antis in the notes are a good example of another cult tactic I experienced: trying to smear anyone who leaves their cult as a pedophile. When I was in a friend group with antis, anyone and everyone outside the group was a pedophile, a molestor, a predator, evil, etc. and if you left then by God they’d make sure everyone in the fandom knew you were also all of the above buzzwords. And in the same way, antis still in the cult that is being an anti yell “you’re pro-pedophilia if you disagree with us!” at the OP without providing a single way in which they’re not a cult.

And that’s because they can’t prove it. At the end of the day, they can’t say, “we’re not a cult and here’s three reasons why” because they just don’t have ammunition. If a group can’t give you a reason why they’re not a cult beyond “cults are bad and we’re good” or “we can’t be a cult, we’re against __”, it’s definitely a cult.

I remember being an anti and being constantly worried my friends would read something into whatever piece of media I’d watched/read lately. They could find evil in anything; whether it was Disney’s Tangled or Romeo and Juliet, everything was secretly pedophilia and you might have to denounce it any day now. Any admission of liking a thing could and would be used against you. My liking emo bands was used as proof against me at one point, as if crushing on men over a decade (or two) my senior was a sign of sexual deviancy. Having a Neopets account was “proof of pedophilic intent” according to them.

And as with all Evangelical conservative groups/traditional religious cults/secular cults that use group shaming, I was expected to repent of the sin of it all, denounce Disney and Shakespeare and Fallout Boy and Neopets as if I’d done some unspeakable crime by watching/reading/listening to the wrong thing.

I did not repent, and they attacked immediately. Everything ever said to them in confidence was used against me in public. The flood of suicide baiting was everywhere, as were graphic rape threats and death threats. One specific death threat was five thousand words long and the same person would painstakingly put it in my inbox one ask at a time. “We’re normal people,” this person specifically often said. “‘Anti’ just means normal person,” he would say on the same blog he was using to tell me how he wanted to carve me open and rearrange my organs while I was still alive. “I’m normal,” he would say while detailing what he wanted to do with my corpse after he’d killed me. “I’m protecting kids.”

This was also the same year antis tried to convince a woman to kill herself because she had her first initial + surname as her Twitter handle and her Twitter handle happened to share the name of a ship antis didn’t like/thought was pedophilia/thought was evil? IDK I didn’t watch the show, all I know is her initial + surname of Lance had people asking her if she wanted to fuck kids and telling her they’d beat her to death in the streets if they saw her.

“Normal” people will not fantasize about rearranging your organs because you liked a movie they didn’t like. “Normal” people will not threaten to murder a woman they’ve never met because her initials somehow equal support for pedophilia. “Normal” people would not believe someone’s initials are code for support of anything, because that’s just not a thing that makes sense.

Antis, Q-Anon, it’s all the same: “We’re normal! We fight pedophiles! We only hurt you because you deserve to be hurt!” Q-Anon thinks Wayfair furniture sells children in their cabinets, antis think initials are code for pedophilia, and asking how either of those things makes sense is not allowed, you just have to nod and accept it on faith no matter how outlandish the claim is.

If the only reason you don’t walk away from a group of “friends” or dare disagree with their strange, nonsensical opinions is fear of the mob turning on you, they’re not normal, they’re a cult.

If you feel like you have to show up on a post that’s just, “guys, if your friend group is toxic and cult-y, walk away and protect yourself,” and argue with that, bc not doing so makes you a “bad person” in the eyes of your friend group, or could get you in trouble… You need that post.

A list of warning signs for cult grooming is not controversial. Ever.

to anyone who has ever been in a psychiatry or something similar or knows anything abt them: regarding suicidal thoughts and attempts, how “bad” does it have to be to be put in one? what things that i say might make it more likely to get a recommendation by my therapist or get sent to one? (i am not against going, i think i do need help, id just like to know if my situation potentially could be “bad enough” for me to land in one and assess the risk) thank u!!

papercutfucker:

So, I’ve been thinking about Brett from inside job and one thing is confusing me big time that no one is talking about.

Bret has a sister. It’s very obvious that Bret had a sister, you can see her in this picture. But in the heart wrenching birthday scene that we all know he doesn’t mention her?

She’s clearly in the portrait behind him. But, he only asks the butler about his brothers? His parents are on a trip, his brothers are in military school and rehab, but what about his sister? What happened to her? WHY DOESN’T HE ASK ABOUT HER? Was she already there? Did she just leave? Did she die???? I don’t know. Does anyone know? Am I just stupid? Lmk what you guys think.

It seems like, out of all of his siblings, Brett was the only one to turn out relatively successful, since his older brothers got sent to military school and rehab. This leads me to think that the parents mistreated them, too, but instead of neglecting them like they did to Brett, they might have been victims of psychological or emotional abuse.

In a lot of abusive households, one of the kids is often mistreated to be set as an “example” of what the others will suffer if they disobey the parents. Maybe they were pressuring the older kids into success (especially since the dad said “all of my kids are champions… except for Brett”).

So, for the sister, part of me wonders if she was driven to self destructive behavior… and didn’t survive it. Perhaps drug usage led to an overdose? Maybe she suffered similar psychological problems to Brett and was led to something no worse?

send me ( GOODBYE ) .

for my character to leave an emotional suicide letter for yours to find.

okay so i had a nightmare my sister got kidnapped in front of me and i couldnt save her (this is a recurring nightmare) and like im already punishing myself for it — could you IMAGINE if i was responsible for saving peoples lives irl, id fucking kms or something

this is a fictional scenario. do not trick anyone into thinking you are going to go through with thi

this is a fictional scenario. do not trick anyone into thinking you are going to go through with this action. it is wrong. neither sampah nor poubelle should be playing into this falsehood. please do not do this irl.

if you need to talk to someone about suicidal thoughts please reference the following numbers on this webpage: https://www.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines


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this is a fictional scenario. do not trick anyone into thinking you are going to go through with thi

this is a fictional scenario. do not trick anyone into thinking you are going to go through with this action. it is wrong. neither sampah nor poubelle should be playing into this falsehood. please do not do this irl.

if you need to talk to someone about suicidal thoughts please reference the following numbers on this webpage: https://www.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines


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this is a fictional scenario. do not trick anyone into thinking you are going to go through with thithis is a fictional scenario. do not trick anyone into thinking you are going to go through with thithis is a fictional scenario. do not trick anyone into thinking you are going to go through with thithis is a fictional scenario. do not trick anyone into thinking you are going to go through with thi

this is a fictional scenario. do not trick anyone into thinking you are going to go through with this action. it is wrong. neither sampah nor poubelle should be playing into this falsehood. please do not do this irl.

if you need to talk to someone about suicidal thoughts please reference the following numbers on this webpage: https://www.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines


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again, sampah is a shitty person and is using this as a bargaining chip/faking it to get sympathy fr

again, sampah is a shitty person and is using this as a bargaining chip/faking it to get sympathy from his fans/to piss off poubelle. do not do this to the people you love and care about. it is wrong.

if you need to talk to someone about suicidal thoughts please reference the following numbers on this webpage: https://www.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines


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afoolandathief:

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You’re a novice demon who managed to convice a mother to give up her first born in exchange for eternal youth. You did so, because it seems like the kind of thing all the other demons are doing, but now you are not sure what you are supposed to do with an infant and it’s way too late to ask.

“You could always eat it.”

Envy looked up in confusion.

“Sorry, what?”

Gluttony gestured to the infant nestled in Envy’s arms.

“I’ve had human before,” they said. “It’s not bad. Like pork. I bet a little one would be soft. Like veal.”

Gluttony ran their tongue over a set of rotten teeth. Gray and emaciated, they always had a pinched, hungry look about them.

“I could take it off your hands, if you want.”

Envy shrank back, cradling the infant a bit tighter.

“No,” they hissed. “This is mine, Gluttony.”

Gluttony chuckled.

“Suit yourself,” they said. “You were the one who asked what to do with it.”

Envy stalked off with the child, unsure where to go next. If this was the advice Gluttony had to give, imagine what Wrath would have to say. Or Lust. Envy shuddered.

But something even worse happened to Envy, instead.

They ran into Pride.

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Evan: So the main idea is to get this message out there to people who feel hopeless, who want to kill themselves or have ever thought about killing themselves

Jared: Oh come on, everyone’s thought about killing themselves every now and then

Alana: That’s not true

Jared:Hm???

also like. i mean we know connor tried to kill himself before and earlier versions of deh make it clearer but do we know that he was trying to die or was it the presence of a letter that made everyone convinced it was intentional? is it possible connor accidentally overdosed on something and the connor project not only spread a false story of his life, but also his death? in this essay i will

Nothing Left (Part 1)

Another one of those “Lance finds out his family was killed and he can’t hold himself together anymore” fics

For the record, if Lance’s family isn’t alive and well in the show I will be ready to fight someone but I had to do this fic.

I’m one of those idiots who took French so please correct my very very bad Spanish I tried to fit in.

WARNINGS: suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts

Lance could barely tell what was happening once he got to Earth, all he could think about was seeing his family again. He could see them discussing things with Pidge’s dad. It was busy at first, with greetings and explanations, until finally he and Coran were going to go over the blueprints together.

And the rest of the team didn’t have much they had to do.

“Hey guys, anyone wanna hop in Red with me and we can visit my family? If my abuela likes you, she might even give you some tamales, and trust me when I say she’s the best cook in the whole world, no offense Hunk.”

Hunk only shrugged. “Grandmothers have powers with food the rest of us can’t achieve. Plus, you know, years of experience. Hey, maybe she can teach me some recipes!”

Lance laughed. “You’ll have to really get on her good side for that, Hunk, she hasn’t even shown me.”

Hunk grinned. “Challenge accepted, Lance. You know, I’ve never met a grandma who didn’t love me.” He walked by Lance and got into the Red lion.

“We’ll see. Now who else is coming?” He stood in front of his lion and gestured to the entrance, welcoming anyone who might want to join.

The others looked at each other, as if unsure if they might still be needed where they are. Finally Keith shrugged and got on board, followed by Pidge, and finaly Shiro and Allura.

Lance followed them in and sat down, taking the controls. “Hey guys, feeling kinda cramped back there? This is just like old times, huh? Well, different lion and Allura wasn’t there, but remember-”

Keith cut him off. “Yes, Lance. Now are we going anywhere or what?”

“Geez, cool your jets.” He took off. The ride didn’t take long, but Lance babbled the whole time, mostly about his family. “And my little sister Ana, she’s about 15, or she was when we left, and she is the most brutally honest kid, I swear, once I tried writing a book, and she flat-out told me it was the worst thing she ever read. But when I wrote a letter to her about what Iverson was saying about how I was a complete waste of space at the Garrison and he’d sooner throw me off a cliff than trust me with a plane and she wrote back saying she was going to punch the guy and all that, talking about how I didn’t have as much time to train as a fighter pilot as the others and was just as good as the others and-”

Pidge put up a hand. “Hold on a second, I don’t remember Iverson saying that to you. He was an asshole, yeah, but-”

“Oh yeah, you guys weren’t there for that one. He’s nice when you two are around.”

“Yeah, I’m with your sister then. Someone’s gotta punch him.”

Keith smirked. “Already handled it.”

They looked at him and he shrugged. “But a few more wouldn’t hurt.”

Shiro seemed to just tune in to the conversation. “No punching anyone. We might need to cooperate with the Garrison.”

Pidge pouted as she leaned back.

Lance continued babbling as the others talked amongst themselves.

“And here’s Cuba, isn’t she beautiful? God, it’s been so long… We’re getting close to the house now, so-” He cut himself off. His voice was starting to be a constant so the absence of it alerted the others something was wrong. “No.” It seemed to drop 20 degrees in the lion. “No, nonono.”

Suddenly Lance jerked the lion to the ground.

“What is it?” Pidge asked.

“What’s happening?” Shiro grabbed the back of Lance’s chair.

“Lance?” Hunk looked out the front of the lion. He saw dozens of rooftops getting bigger, and then-

Where it seemed another rooftop would be, a large pike of darkened rubble. “Lance, that’s not-”

“This can’t be happening!” Within a few seconds, Red had touched down none too gracefully in the nearest space wide enough and Lance was leaping from his seat. “No, no, no, Dios, no.” He ran around the corner, towards what used to be his family home, but it seemed to be collapsed and burnt to a crisp. The homes surrounding it remained untouched.

His breathing picked up. “No, this can’t-” He saw someone leaving a house across the street. “Disculpe! Por favor! ¿Qué pasó? Mi familia! Por favor, mi familia vive aquí, era mi casa!”

The man he was speaking to sighed. “Sorry, kid. I’m American, we got sent here to investigate some irregular- well, we’re not supposed to share many details. But uh… no hablo español. So unless you know English-”

Lance restrained himself from leaping at the man. “My family lived here. Please- what happened to them?” He vaguely registered the others catching up behind him.

The man had the decency to look sorry as he responded. “I’m not supposed to talk about- screw it. Something weird hit that house, some laser or something, during a party, completely fried it. No one made it out, kid.”

“I- uh-” Lance was going numb, grasping at straws. “I- what kind of party?” Maybe some people weren’t at the house, maybe he could find the rest of the family, or at least his cousins-

“I think they said it was a wedding.”

Lance’s throat went dry. Right. Wedding. No one would miss that. Reality was starting to hit him. He brought himself to ask one more thing. “When?” His voice broke.

“Two days ago. Listen, I gotta go. Don’t tell anyone I told you this.”

Lance numbly nodded as the guy walked away. He turned his head to stare at the rubble. He felt far away from himself, he could barely feel the tears running down his cheeks.

“Lance? Lance, say something!”

“I know it’s hard, but you have to-”

The voices around him turned to nonsense as Lance’s feet gave out under him. He didn’t feel anything when he hit he ground. He couldn’t breathe.

Gone. They were gone. He’d never see his abuela, his sisters, his brothers, his mamá, his cousins, all dead. Two days. If he hadn’t insisted they stay on that one planet another day to party with the aliens, if they just moved a little faster-

And then the other part hit him. This attack was planned, it was for him. The Galra must hve found his family and killed them to upset him.

He was gasping for air between his gulping sobs. He felt two hands on his shoulders and heard Shiro speaking to him. “Lance, please, I need you to breathe with me.”

He wrenched himself away. “Why would I want to-” He frantically gasped for air- “Breathe when-” A gasp- “Everyone who ever cared about me is gone?”

The others shared a worried glance. Hunk and Allura both had tears in their eyes.

Allura stepped forward, crouching to speak to the other paladin. “Lance,” She said in a soft voice. “Lance, look at me.”

Miraculously, he complied.

“Breathe with me, Lance. In. Out. In. Out.” She repeated this until Lance seemed to listen. Shiro whispered something in her ear. She nodded.

“Can you tell me what 12 times 12 is?”

Lance looked confused by the question for a moment. “144.”

“8 times 7?”

He breathed in a few more times. “…56.”

“11 times-”

“Why am I doing times tables?”

“Shiro says it can helps to focus on something.”

Lance looked down. He was now sitting against a wall, hugging his knees.

Allura’s tone turned more hesitant. “Lance, when I lost Altea, there was a part of me that wanted to give up, that thought all hope was lost. I had lost my family, my friends, almost everyone I ever knew. But I didn’t give up, and now I’ve found some new friends, a new purpose. And-”

Lance gave a defeated sigh. “I’m not you, Allura.” He picked at his pants. “You’re this amazing space princess, and I’m just-” He choked back another sob. “I’m nothing now! You could come back because you’re- you! Everyone loves you, you’re talented and smart and important and you can do all these cool things– of course you’re meant to get back up! What am I? I’m a failure, I was never even meant to get to fighter class-” He started gasping for breath in the middle of his sentences again. “-I’ve been holding you back from the start, I’m no good at fighting, I’m lazy and stupid and- annoying, all I ever do is annoy you guys, and I couldn’t even see when Shiro asked me for help!”

Allura gently placed her hands on either side of Lance’s face, lifting his head. “None of us saw what was happening to Shiro, that is not your fault. None of the things you said about yourself are true. You’re part of the team, and we all care about you.”

Lance scoffed. “Yeah, sure. That’s why you all avoid me at all costs. That’s why you all hate it whenever I open my mouth. That’s why none of you even mentioned anything when I died. Because you just care so much.”

“Lance, I didn’t know-” Allura started.

“You shouldn’t have bothered bringing me back.” He mumbled, looking at the ground again.

Allura stepped back as if smacked. “Lance, that is something I would never regret. We need-”

“You died?” Hunk was unable to help himself. When Lance looked up, it looked as if the others had been holding themselves back from asking the same thing.

He laughed. “Why should I be surprised? No one even noticed, I didn’t even get a mention.” He laughed again, getting increasingly worried looks from the others. “See, this is the kind of thing where I usually say "Yeah, maybe you don’t matter so much to these guys, but at least you have your family back home!” His laughs became a cracking voice and sobs. “And I’d be able to handle it, but I don’t- I can’t-”

Allura looked to the others for help. Shiro tried crouching in front of Lance. “Listen to me, you’re going to get past this.”

“I don’t want to get past this.”

“But you will. Your family would want you to. And we’re going to help you, because we’re a team. We’re all paladins.”

“I’m a placeholder.”

“What?”

“Blue only took me in to get you guys out there to your real lions, and Red took me because Allura was better for Blue and we needed a full team. Now that everyone’s back, it’s- Allura is best for Blue, Keith is best for Red. I don’t really belong with any of the lions.” He sighed. “I was going to leave when we got here, but now I don’t even have a place to go.”

Shiro looked like he was about to say something, but was cut off by Keith punching the wall of a nearby house as hard as he could. He was breathing heavy, and he was crying by this point too. He directed a short “Sorry” to Lance before turning to Pidge and Hunk. “What the Hell happened when I was gone? How did you let Lance get like this without even noticing?”

“I didn’t think-” Pidge stammered, looking actually afraid.

“Oh, so you just didn’t think about your friend? Because that sounds-” He took a menacing step forward before he was interrupted.

“Stop!” Lance yelled. Keith immediately listened.

“It’s not their fault, they had to do so much engineering and tech work, and they just didn’t have a lot of time to hang out and I couldn’t keep up with them when they were doing work. And then I guess I felt bad about that and jealous that they were getting so close and I started to pull away from them during free time and then it just got worse, it’s ny fault, alright? It wasn’t them being assholes or because they don’t like me or-” Lance’s eyes flickered as he realized what he said. “Oh.”

Hunk took the opportunity to speak. “Yeah, we never meant to exclude you. We didn’t know you felt like that. If we had known- but even so, we shouldn’t have needed you to tell us this. It’s our faults, but it wasn’t because we don’t care.”

Lance took another look at the remains of the house he grew up in as more tears came. He wished there was something, anything left of it. He shook his head.

“Pidge, I want you to hack into the Galra communication logs. You dig up everyone involved in doing this. I want to destroy them all.” He stood, a dangerous look in his eye. “You guys might have some people you want to check on, I’ll head back so you can get in your own lions.”

“Wait, Lance-” Keith started.

“We can talk when we get back. I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to remember it like this. Please.”

There were no other complaints as they all piled back into the red lion, which thankfully took over most of the flying, as Lance couldn’t see past his tears. He was starting to get a headache from crying so hard. He looked around for a water bottle, but his eyes locked on his bayard.

He looked away moments later, not wanting to draw suspicion in case he decided to do it. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about it before, but now the thing that always stopped him was gone.

He glanced behind him. Too many worried glances being thrown his way. But he couldn’t bare to wait another moment. Maybe if he was quick enough-

Without glancing at it again his hand shot out and grabbed his bayard. He had it positioned below his neck before it had even fully formed into a gun. He saw the others lunge to stop him, heard their gasps of panic, even felt his lion swerve to jostle him, but he had pulled the trigger.

And nothing happened. His bayard was pulled from his hands by Keith, whose face was completely closed off. He closed his eyes for a few moments.

His voice shook. “Never do that again.”

Oh great they’re valuing about me fun. I get it, I do. I know there’s lots of bad men out there. I know a lot of people have trauma from men. I’m not trying to deny any of these things, and I understand fully that many women especially have to be careful around men or cautious in general.

I’m just saying men aren’t inherently evil, and it’s really fucked up to shame people for loving men (especially prominent in bisexual circles). As a trans guy, a lot of this stuff has been harmful enough to me that I ended up deleting social media such as Twitter because the “I’m inherently evil and the world doesn’t benefit from me being here” thought process I, someone who already has mental health issues and a history of s-h, I gained from this rhetoric on there nearly caused me to attempt. Again. Like, I need people to understand this stuff isn’t harming the bad men, they don’t care. It’s harming the trans guys, and gay men, and so on. Especially minority men.

I don’t know how to word everything well, I know I’m probably making mistakes. But genuinely I just want people to be kinder to others. And not encourage suicide, like I’ve seen several people on tumblr do already.

Like all cities in the world do, Madrid has its share of famous crimes. However, there’s a house in the very heart of the city that seems a magnet for them. One could argue that the entire street is, indeed, prone to tragedy and violence. But number 3 concentrates the higher amount of murders. The most known took place in may 1962, when a taylor murdered his entire family in the third floor, before taking his own life. But it wasn’t the first one, and it wouldn’t be the last.

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Even if it didn’t happen inside the house, it must be noticed that a man was killed just in front of the main entrance, in 1915.

The first crime which took place in the building was the murder of the shirtmaker Felipe de la Breña in 1945. He was found dead days later on his bed, in his appartment of the first floor. Lying on his bed, his head bloodied, and still held a lock of hair in his hand. The conclusion was that he had surprised (or been surprised by) a burglar who had hit him in his head, causing his death.

On May the 1st, 1962, Mr. José María Ruiz Martínez, a taylor who had his workshop near the house killed his wife and his children. He hit her with a hammer and later stabbed his children, one by one. From a balcony he cried that he loved his family and that he had killed them in order to avoid killing certain bastards. He then asked for a priest, claiming that he wouldn’t open the door to anyone else and that he now could kill himself. The priest arrived then and tried to negotiate with him, urging the taylor to repent and surrender to police, but Mr. Ruiz carried out his threat, shooting himself.

In 1964, a young woman in the first floor made a macabre discovery: the corpse of a dead baby hidden in a drawer. It turned out to be her sister’s Pilar own son. Pilar was single and had given birth alone, immediatly killing the newborn to avoid disgrace (being a single mother in Franco’s Spain turned a woman in a social pariah).

As noticed above, the street itself seems to concentrate a high rate of violence: a woman attacked her husband’s lover with vitriol, there were several people ran over different vehicles, suicides, and if all this wasn’t enough, one of the most infamous serial killers in Spain used to hang with his friends near there.

The series El Ministerio del Tiempo dedicated an episode to the crimes of the house in Antonio Grillo street, but changing the adress to Antonio Grilo, 10.

mitzy-pudding:

fallingmaddlyinlove:

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you know what trend that i absolutely despise? i can’t stand the “sometimes bullying is okay” thing going around. like, you are literally going to get people to kill themselves. i do not care how “weird” or “cringey” somebody is to you. if they are not hurting anyone or being offensive, then leave them ALONE. let people be themselves ffs.

people that say “sometimes bullying is okay” have never been bullied or WERE the bullies. The effects of being bullied from kindergarten up until the point where I dropped out still fucking affect me. Literally fuck you if you say some shit like that. Joking or not.

yeah literally. and same. i had to switch schools. i am so fucking done.

I’m so sorry…

I can’t keep it in anymore.

My mental and physical health have been rapidly declining over the past couple of years. Working two stressful jobs, not knowing what’s wrong with me, and not getting my art noticed out there is taking its toll on me and I just feel like dying everyday.

Sigh. I’m tired. Sick and tired. I don’t know how much longer I can do this, man. I’m so depressed to the point that I can’t even cry anymore.

It’sthatbad, I know. Haha.

Anyway on a positive note, I’ve recently reached 1,800 followers and that really lifted my spirits! You guys are frickin’ awesome and I need to do another gift for y'all soon!

So here’s what I’m planning to do: Another followers gift. I think I want it to be something for kids (toddlers included) this time. Waddaya think? Feel free to send me some suggestions and ideas!

And after that. Log off and take a dang hiatus from Tumblr and start trying to take better care of myself and see a doctor, lolz.

Hope you have a lovely whatevertimewhereeveryouare and thanks for understanding!

“any woman born with a great gift in the sixteenth century would certainly have gone crazed, shot herself, or ended her days in some lonely cottage outside the village, half witch, half wizard, feared and mocked at.”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room Of One’s Own

I know this is serious and I appreciate the true message but I can’t help thinking how relatable it is to be a gifted mentally ill cottagecore nonbinary witch/wizard who is feared and mocked for their genius.

finnickthefanfnaf:

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

sleepwalk-living:

maybe its the trauma and mental illness, but something about max mayfield escaping the fake upsidedown shakes me to my fucking core.

shes spent the last seven or so months in a depressive state, curling in on herself and locking everyone out. shes dealing with intense trauma and negligence and grappling with survivors guilt at the same time. most of her life has been filled with lesser issues of the same variety, producing someone who defaults to being unknowable when in pain. we had seen how bright and open she could get when she was with the party, but then this season we’re reintroduced to someone empty and guarded and shut off from the rest of the world, who hardly engages with her friends and deflects when someone shes supposed to be closest to tells her that he knows shes not okay and can see shes struggling.

her running and hiding from vecna feels like symbolism for her running from herself and from her trauma until she ends up in a place of limbo in the creel house. shes in the trance and cant see that lucas, dustin, and steve are right there with her, giving her a lifeboat and begging her to come back, which mirrors her real life in that her depression keeps her from wanting their help. when youre in the throes of depression, its so easy to just go through the motions and let things happen to you. maybe you dont actively seek out death, but like… if it happens, it happens. vecna!billy bringing up how max sometimes thinks about killing herself adds to these themes tenfold.

its supposed to be easy for her to listen to vecna tell her that everything is her fault and that she deserves to die. he preys on her self-imposed loneliness and pushes on her survivors guilt, telling her that she can hide herself in the real world (which she also feels guilty for), but she cant hide from him. 

it doesnt matter how much they want her to come back, or how much they beg- the party cant reach into the upsidedown and pull her out, much like how lucas asking her to talk and telling her he knows something is wrong isnt enough to pull her out of her depression alone. it was always up to her to want to keep living. 

she finally starts calling dustin and lucas for help because shes terrified. max doesnt actually want to die, she just wants to stop feeling like this. asking for help ends her up in limbo after running around in the darkness of the fake upsidedown, and vecna is surprised to see her there, not expecting her to try to reach back out to her friends. he then tries to lure her back into the darkness of her own mind. 

the shots of her running towards the portal were so fucking well done- you can really feel her desperation, and the stress and anxiety of the moment permeate through the screen and it triggers this sense of panic in the viewer. we dont know if its too late for her to come back. we certainly dont want it to be after shes just remembered everything she has to live for and breaking free from vecnas grasp. we have to watch for an agonizingly long time before getting an answer, seeing her frantically trying to escape without so much as looking back after she realises she has a chance. she claws her way out of the fake upsidedown because she violently needs for this to not be the end.

max mayfield survives because she wants to, and that strength will forever leave me in awe.

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jadedaceofspades:

US SUICIDE PREVENTION HOTLINE IS CHANGING ITS NUMBER

Taking effect July 2022, the US Suicide Prevention Hotline will change from 800-273-8255 to the three digit code of 988. Especially with families and communities reeling from back to back tragedies, it is super important to share this information!

Repeat: Starting July 2022, the US Suicide Prevention Hotline will be 988

more info from the website

[ID: A screenshot of the aforementioned website. It reads: “The current Lifeline phone number (1-800-273-8255) will always remain available to people in emotional distress or suicidal crisis, even after 988 is launched
nationally.” The number in brackets is a light blue colour and underlined in the same colour. End ID]

^ this is a very important addition please reblog this version

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