#danger tw

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

i guess you could call this a vent or whatever but im going to tell you about something that has been making me crazy lately

so when i was like 3 i took a serious blunt force blow to the forehead. our house had hardwood floors and my brother had left a sock on the floor and i slipped on it and hit my head on the rounded corner of our oak coffee table. it left an inch long open wound and i was completely dazed and unresponsive, but conscious.

here is where i start getting frustrated. my mom didnt call 911 or take me to the ER, she took me to our family pediatrician. already really questionable imo but it gets worse. so ive got this gaping hole in my forehead and im unresponsive right? so what do they do? sew my forehead shut right there in the pediatricians office while i watched. didnt give me any anaesthetic or anything because i was, again, completely unresponsive.

then my mom was like "okay you arent bleeding anymore, can i leave now so i can go see the play i wanted to see?" but at this point im screaming and crying because im a toddler with fucking brain damage and a stitched wound that still hurts.

so she just took me home and that was that. and then for months afterwords she couldnt get me to wake up in the morning so she stuffed my limp body into my school clothes herself and took me to preschool half asleep. and then nobody ever spoke about it again except to make jokes.

its been two decades and i am only now realizing that ive had serious brain damage the whole time. my mom and brother have been shaming and belittling me for years for displaying symptoms of the brain damage that they gave me. my mom calls me a fucking spaz and my brother is pissed because he thinks i get "special treatment" instead of realizing that i need more help because he gave me brain damage. its like the final puzzle piece that explains why my life is such a mess.

and im just so overwhelmed by the fact that my mom and brother are directly responsible for the immense suffering ive endured over the past 20 years. all my health problems, the mental illness, the inability to avoid being abused, its all because of the brain damage. and they keep making fun of me for it. im not even mad im just. horrified. the sheer negligence of it all makes me sick. how many people like me are out there suffering from old brain injuries they didnt realize they had?

its like my brain cant even comprehend how fucked up the whole situation is. which is why im here telling it to you in the hopes that you will agree that its very bad 🙃

This is abuse and neglect on a level that no one and nothing could ever justify and I am so, so sorry that this happened to you. You deserved SO much better! ❤️

[catboy-on-main]

c!ranboo stimboard for @lovejoystannie

gift motherfucker. why does ranboo christmas colors

❤️ 💚 ❤️ 💚 ❤️ 💚 ❤️ 💚 ❤️ . 💚

[cursedimagedump]

[impclsivity]

“Ah this ones a classic! Ice on the floor so the speedster can’t get traction, right?” Bart veered to the left, running up the building and rushing into his enemies side, knocking them down. “Wrong.” And TIP now they were falling too. “Did you hit your head or something? Not very crash.” And then in a burst of speed be brought the unconscious villain to safety. “This century's villains need a course in villainology. Or protective headgear.” / @assemblestarter​

[the-lincyclopedia]

Things I don't recommend experiencing:

-Transphobia

-Someone trying to hit you with their pickup truck

Guess what my past few days have been like!

(They were separate incidents, I have backup dealing with the transphobia, and the truck failed to actually hit me, so I'm going to be fine, but like, 0/10, do not recommend. I think it will be a fanfiction and ice cream kind of night.)

[bigfan-fanfic]

Where Do You Think You’re Going?

The magic she carried within her had been strong enough to break the chains. 

Mila screamed in terror as the mage caught her around the throat. His hand burned like fire and she clutched at it, trying to get it away from her, but her scream died in her throat as the pain did.

“Good. Pretty little bird. Perhaps I should keep you as a pet...” the man crooned, stroking her hair. She tried to curse at him, but the moment she began to speak the unbearable heat returned to her neck from his hand and she froze.

“Let her go, Danarius.” Fenris’ voice echoed from the shadows. “She isn’t your concern.”

“But she is yours, little wolf. How better to bring you back to your master?”

“You are not my master. And she belongs to no one but herself.”

Danarius chuckled as he raised his arm, lifting Mila from the ground, her toes scraping against the stone floor. “Enough banter. Either you surrender yourself to me or the pretty bird’s neck gets broken.”

Mila remembered the training Fenris had given her. The dagger he gave her which she carried everywhere. That Danarius hadn’t bothered to look for, meek and magic-less as she appeared to be. And she summoned all her strength to draw the dagger from its hidden sheath and drive it deep into Danarius’ arm.

The mage screamed in pain and dropped her, and Mila lashed out with a vicious kick as she tumbled to the ground, and Danarius twisted, falling to a knee. Fenris roared as he charged the mage, followed quickly by Cal, Varric, Carver, and Hawke, her staff twirling as she fought. 

Cal scooped her up into his arms, covered by Varric and Carver.

“You will not touch her again!” Fenris screamed as he struck Danarius over and over.

“Come on there, Stacks. Let’s get you out of this place.” Varric said lowly, reloading Bianca.

“Fenris will be fine. I’ll bring him back to you.” Cal promised, slowly giving her to Carver.

“Get that dagger of hers too.” Carver chuckled. “She’s a dab hand at it apparently.”

Cal smirked. “Will do, brother. Be well, Mila.”

Mila nodded, still worried about Fenris.

“He’ll be okay.” Carver assured her. “I know he will.”

[sunshinegremlin]

I conquered my fear and I'm using a nail gun (by far the scariest tool ever). I feel way too powerful now 💪

[darkerdeariegold]

@cariicature-of-intimacy continued from here.

This land made his magic weak. So when he woke - he needed to sleep here because of that - to burning flames and smoke filling the room he was immediately filled with panic. Shaking his wife awake, Rumple was doing his best to get her to safety out of the window of their bedroom, thankful he was able to do so. He insisted that she had to be safe, so he could go and retrieve their son. 

There was no time to argue, and she was too busy coughing and spluttering, shouting at Rumple to be safe to follow after him.

He met a wall of flames as he made his way in to Gideon’s bedroom, crying out in pain as he felt his skin begin to burn. But he took hold of his son and clutched him to his chest, making sure that the lad was as protected as could be from the smoke. But, as Rumple began to lose consciousness he was doing his best to smash open the window in Gideon’s room; maybe if he could lower him out of it to the ground - thankfully they were all on the ground floor - then the lad would be saved. That was all that mattered.

Even as he failed to open the window, clutching his son tightly, Rumple let out a loud cry of help. “Save my-- my son!” he cried out desperately.