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Wholesome acceptable rat kissing.
!!! WARNING, EVERYONE !!!
IF YOU SEE THIS IN A YOUTUBE AD MUTE YOUR DEVICE AND SCROLL UNTIL YOU CAN’T SEE THE VIDEO SCREEN ANYMORE.
This is an ad about animal cruelty that has very loud screaming of dying animals. Also flashing, graphic pictures of said animals, like a dead chicken or a pig biting a wired fence.
It’s about thirty seconds, the screaming starts 10 seconds in and the ad isn’t skippable.
It can trigger panic attacks and cause your anxiety to skyrocket, and it’s just generally a very disturbing thing no one should see.
I’ve only seen a warning yet, haven’t stumbled across this before despite using YT a lot but for the love of God please be careful. Here is a link to that video but ONLY WATCH IT IF YOU KNOW YOU’RE NOT SENSITIVE TO THIS TYPE OF CONTENT. I’m merely giving out the link so you can report it and I wouldn’t advise any of you actually watch it.
YouTube what the fuck
Gross it’s a PETA ad too, Incase anybody is tempted to watch the video anyway because “it’s a good message” know that PETA spreads lies and has compared farming to the holocaust as well as claiming drinking milk causes autism so don’t believe anything they say
What in God’s name is this
Uhhh so I can tell y'all for sure he WASN’T eating that eggplant….
this keeps getting worse
okay so that’s officially weird and creepy for a children’s show lol
The show runner for this show is a sexual harasser and cartoon network covered it up
DO NOT REPOST MY ART… Please.
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Oh Lapis…
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I’ve always wonder what might have happened if before A Single Pale Rose, Steven wandered into a jewelry shop and struck up a conversation with the person behind the counter. “Oh yeah I’m pretty familiar with gems myself, I even have one embedded in my stomach” and he lifts up his shirt to reveal his gem stone which makes the jeweler bend down to examine it and goes “why that’s a mighty fine diamond you have there” and Steven is just like
Will you accept traditional work or samples? Or purely digital? (When It comes to merch, are their particular things wanted as examples, or just painted work? Will those be themed as well?
☆ Can traditional artists apply?
Yes, as long as you can submit high-quality scans according to the zine specifications to print clearly.
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Some merch will be song themed and some will be more general for the show, the specifics will be decided later on :)
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Time to relearn them social cues me thinks Pinkie.
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Kid me: Why is that rude?
What I meant: Tell me what’s rude about this so I can avoid saying other rude things.
What people seemed to hear: I refuse to acknowledge I said anything rude. Fuck you and your whole family.
Wdym kid me? This is TODAY me.
The only valid comment
You know you're an abuse survivor when...
Finish the sentence. Write a bunch of sentences after that if you want.
Reblogging this will work. Liking this will work. Messaging me will not work. Email me at [email protected]
You’re terrified of making people upset.
You constantly apologize.
You’re a perfectionist and a people-pleaser.
You don’t take criticism well (although you’re trying to get better at that and not take it personally), and when authority does something to remind you of your abusive parent you instantly lose all respect for them.
Making toast or opening a pressurized can of dough is a high anxiety activity. Constant apologies. Learning whose vehicle makes which sounds. Jumping up when hearing a car turn off outside.
Jumping whenever a freaking door opens
Immediately lose all ability to properly breathe when hearing someone shout/slam a door in the house
Hearing the sound of your friend opening his snacks makes you flinch
You do things as quietly as possible to avoid getting yelled at even in situations where you wouldn’t get yelled at.
You wonder what kind of abuse they’re suffering when you see a kid walk past you anywhere.
The sound of keys outside makes the air get out of your lungs so fast it softly hurts up in your chest and your heart beats quickly.
You can recognize people by their footsteps
You creep around the house at night to avoid creaking the floors and waking people up, therefore angering them.
can’t say no
When you have a habit of lying even about the small things, even about the things that you really wouldn’t get in trouble for, because your heart speeds up and you feel like you’ve done something wrong even if you know you’ve done nothing wrong
Deep down, you still can’t help but feel like your abuser is a poor, innocent individual you have to protect and whom you are not allowed to be angry at - lest guilt and disturbing intrusive thoughts take over. To the point where OCD develops from that.
You can’t apply the sentence “I wish you went through what you put me through” to them. It goes to show what they did to you, the way they crippled you was horrible and inconceivable… but you can’t stand the idea of them getting hurt. Not because you actually love them, but because they installed guilt and fear into you before you were even old enough to think for yourself. God forbid they go through something as horrible as what they put you through. It disturbs you to think about it.
You think about how angry that extent of manipulation, the amount of torture that was needed to cause this, should make you, and it’s scary that you can’t even tap into that reservoir of anger. It’s hard to apply the truth even when you know what it is.
Hide whatever you’re doing for fear of having it taken away from you…
Every single time your friends try to high five/fist bump you it registers an immediate flinch. And when they laugh about it you cry.
When I see an adult I’m scared and immediately do everything to make them like me.
When I talk to adults I always feel nervous and if it’s adult men I only feel safe around other kids.
Every time my mother yells at me I flinch and cry and then run and lock my door.
I’m scared of being alone with adult guys.
I lie to adults for fear of being hurt
You’re scared of parents (especially strict ones)
You flinch when someone only wants to do a high five
You can’t handle fights without panicking, but also don’t let anyone see that and just stare
When you dare them to slap you because it’s at least you not someone else.
When you openly tell counselors not to talk to your guardians because they will brainwash the counselor.
When you can’t leave an argument because if you do they win and then will pounce on you.
Are terrified of getting mail.
Intentionally avoid the people in your house because of how exhuasted they make you.
Put on a protective front/ instantly shut down when you do see them.
Reflexively block specific areas of your body because youre hit there so much.
Shut off your own emotions to avoid making a situation worse.
Hate asking for favors because you think theyll be mad or annoyed at you
Avoid talking because there is always some sort of consequence.
Hate certain people in your space
A sudden noise causes you to have a two hour breakdown. The sound of yelling or violence makes your eyes cloud over and you tremble on the floor, remembering what happened.
Even the smallest thing can trigger flashbacks and a panic attack
Leather belts or a loud snapping sound can send you reelling into a sudden panic attack where you end up crying and apologizing
Meant to reblog this with something but had to scroll past bc your mom got in the car
Will actively go out of their way, even if it’s it’s MILES, to avoid seeing a building of the church that sent you to conversion therapy
sadie has a new friend 👀
lars taking a selfie with his parents :’)
mayor pizza has RUBY GUARDS….wearing SUNGLASSES
Flashback #1
That time my “mom” dragged me out of the car and into the house by my hair and shoved my head under the faucet because she didn’t like the way my hairspray smelled.
*Feel free to share a flashback of your own.*
That time my “dad” hit me across the head and screamed at me when we were on a walk. I was six and had just thrown a snow ball at him. He said that I was being sly because I was mad.
That time my dad had a fit over the butter knife still having some butter on it and threw it across the room. Wedging itself into the cupboard by my sisters head, theirs still a hole there.
It’s a long story, but that time my mom dragged me up the stairs by my hair, threw me on my bed, climbed on top and just kept hitting. All over a pill bottle she was determined I had done something with.
She found it in her robe pocket a couple hours later.
That time my cat was missing so my mom hit me on the back of the head and screamed at me that it was my fault that he got out and that he was going to die alone and afraid outside because of me (he’s ok, we found him three days later hiding under a bush safe and sound)
The time my mom yelled at me for a hour straight because I told the doctor I called the suicide hotline. She yelled at me the entire car ride and at home. So much screaming and hitting it scares me still. I had a break down over it just yesterday and she yelled at me to get over it and started to complain about her problems and told me how she didn’t need to deal with my emotions. Because it’s not normal or important to cry over trauma.
That time when I was four and my mom had a fit of anger and pushed my head into the bath tub so hard because I didn’t want to take a bath and I almost thought I’m going to die. I was screaming and crying and she didn’t stop till I almost passed out.
My mother got so mad at me because I woke up and got out of bed on my own. She was angry, put me back into my bed, hit me 3 times on the left side and broke my ear drum. Had to take me to the doctor because of it. The pediatrician called the police on her while I was in her office. I was 3. I remember allllll of it .
I’ve been having a lot of flashbacks to this lately: When I was 12 and lived in a rural area, the kids who lived near us called us for help because they were home alone and someone was trying to get into their house. Their house was about a 5 minute drive away. My mum took me with her, drove her car around their property for a bit, said she saw no-one, then left me there with them and told me to call her if anything happened and she went back home. No mobile phones, no car to escape, just 3 kids on their own, miles away from anyone else, and I was in charge. Luckily the rest of the night was quiet, but funny thing, someone was actually trying to break in, they found him later. Thanks for taking such great care of the kids, you a-hole coward.
I don’t remember why she did it because I was dissociating at the time, but I remember mumbling something to my mum while having a chat in my room and all of a sudden I’m slammed against the wall by my hair with her breathing heavily and pure anger in her eyes, staring me down. I was silent, pretty sure my eyes were dead, I was unresponsive. We stood like that for about ten seconds before she let go of my hair in a huff and walked out. I still don’t remember why.
That time my mom choked me in the air cause I did not fold a basket of clothes when I was 8 were not even mine they were my 3 sister’s laundry.
The time my grandfather forcefully grabbed me by the shoulder and tried to pull me to him because earlier he had yelled and screamed at me when I refused to talk to him and I was having a breakdown outside of the car. He blaimed it on my period.
the time when my mother pushed me down and stomped on my ribcage because i cracked a joke
That time i began using Facebook when i was like 13
My mom secretly invaded my cellphone and saw that my conversations with my first friends had some "innapropriate language"
Though that at least she would be happy that i finally made some friends after being bulied and beaten up in other schools since childhood
No
She just hit me while i was sleeping
I woke up being beaten up and called a slut
Abused Kid Thing (17)
Quiet crying because if they hear you it'll get worse.
“Oh my GOD stop crying for attention, you’re so annoying.” “Why are you crying?” [gives reason] “YOU’RE SO SENSITIVE” “It doesn’t hurt THAT much!”
My mom's favorite:
"You're in the wrong with this, you shouldn't cry. You have two choices now, you either stop crying right away or I will give you a reason to cry." [mom holds her hand up, ready to slap me] "One……… Two………… Three"
And if I didn't stop crying at three, I would get slapped. And tbh, I don't even know how I still remember this so good.
For my mom I never cried. Only “wailed”. So if I cried, whatever was the case, she always asked me angrily “Why do you wailing? Stop wailing!” I was forbidden to cry at all, because my mom and grandma firmly believed that “tears is a sin”, and they degraded me every time I cried. And when they cried, suddenly, it wasn’t a sin, and they were allowed to do that!
It didn’t stop me though, so I cried at night and when nobody could hear me, however, there are so many repressed tears inside of me.
When I was smaller my parents always threatened me that they would put me under the ice cold shower if I didn't stopped crying.
My mom usually always went "stop crying or ill give you a reason to cry" which she still thinks was a reasonable thing to say to a young child.
Crying wasn't allowed (it was an unspoken rule) because that meant we were not happy living with them and that we were their enemies, also, we deserved whatever we were crying for, we have looked for it, it was our fault.
When my parents were about to spank us, we were crying in fear. That only made them want to punish us more.
Stranger things 4: