Nothing quite like having trauma surrounding Christmas and feeling completely alone and it being coupled with menstrual depression

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Nothing quite like having trauma surrounding Christmas and feeling completely alone and it being coupled with menstrual depression
since we all know about it and the barbra streisand effect is in action with how much we’re talking about it use this link: https://donotlink.it/7eeV
it goes to perez’s article about the sessions. give it to people who ask about it. it will not give him page views and will make it impossible for it to show up on google. make sure you have adblock on when you use it so it also does not give him ad revenue. i know curiosity is a strong urge. i would rather you didn’t view the page and i know most swifties agree. but if you cannot help yourself, please for all that is holy... use that link instead!
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C u r s e d ™
Hey everyone,
I joined a server centered around the Star Wars franchise in late 2018, and I was a moderator there for a significant amount of time. Tonight I left it. And I’d like to explain why, and where that leaves this blog, going forward.
First of all, I must ask that you do not reblog this post, and I’m really going to ask that you refrain from commenting on it as well. Honestly, I need to heal from this experience. It’s been actively harmful for me for weeks because it’s been such an incredibly toxic environment.
I do want to thank the people who reached out to me, however, during all of this. Who expressed that they wish that they had done more for me, stood up, said something. I don’t blame any of you. I completely understand not wanting to make yourself a target. I love you, and I wish you nothing but the best.
This blog, as well as REVANSFEMME and BINALAARA, are going on hiatus. I don’t know for how long. I’d like to feel okay enough to come back one day, but that remains to be seen. Until then, I’ll keep on keeping on.
Cheers, -- Irene.
Here’s my letter to the community:
I identify as queer but that doesn't mean everyone has to. I say that with care It’s its usage as a broader term for lgbtq+ people is where things get messy, because not everyone wants to be identified as such! No one else should tell you how to identify. i mean that both ways
I’ve got you (Rp thread)
Lastxdragon said: “I’ve got you”
@reekcd answered:
“K… Khaleesi…?”
Wide eyes looked up at her from where he’d curled up on the floor. It had all happened so fast. One moment he was at her side, and the next he was being taken away, apparently by someone who thought to use their relationship against the queen.
His captors hadn’t known what he’d already been through. They showed no mercy, enjoying tormenting him all the same. He had wondered whether he’d ever be returned to his queen. Yet there she was, murmuring soft, soothing words to him as he trembled, hardly able to breathe.
Still… this task was surely beneath her. He was a mess, covered in sweat and blood. Yet still she held him, washing him as gently as she could.
“Y-you’ll stain your dress, Khaleesi…”
Daenerys had been in a fury since Theon had been taken right off the streets of Kings Landing. The Great Council put out ravens to every corner of the realm demanding his release, but one week melted into two and then three and Daenerys could not be consoled. Every night, she slept restlessly with his collar in her hands and every morning, she demanded to know why Prince Theon had not been found.
At the dawn of the third week, Tyrion had come to her with a suggestion, a quiet hint of hope. Dany took one of Theon’s tunics to Drogon and her dragon chuffed impatiently. Signaling Aggo to bring the Dothraki, she climbed onto Drogon’s back and her mount took flight, heading directly for the ruins of Harrenhal. It was there that they found him, tortured and bloody.
“Shhh, Theon, I have you,” she told him, gently touching his cheek.
He was hurried back to the Keep and the Maester looked after the worse of his wounds. Daenerys had a bath drawn in her chambers and led him to it. As he sank down in the soothing heat, Dany grabbed up a cloth and dipped it into the water, lifting it to gently wash at his face.
“Faceless take the dress, Theon, all of them. From now on, you do not go out without Aggo or Rakharo,” Dany told him fiercely, blinking back tears. “I thought I’d lost you.” Her hand curled around the back of his neck, pressing her forehead to his temple.