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[bee-tea-143]

A very unfinished and late drawing of mine that I forgot to post :(

[h0useofw0lves]

guy who’s so scared like really scared

[razzel-dazzel2002]

Session 3

welcome! Today is day twenty-two of the Whump.tober take over!

Day Twenty-Two Prompt -> Hallucination

Pairing -> Chris Hartley X Reader

Warnings ->  Until Dawn Spoilers, Major Character Death, PTSD

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“So miss L/n.” The woman behind the desk clicks her pen open, staring down at the clipboard in front of her. You shift in your seat, pulling at the ends of your jacket with your hands. Your paranoia was through the roof as your eyes dart around. “Your parents told me that you didn’t want to come in today.” The calm and collected person that you were on your way here was long gone, replaced with the person that couldn’t sit still because of their fears. “Any reason why?”

You don’t give her anything more than a shrug, falling quiet where you sit. Your eyes fall to your hands, folded in your lap. A scar runs from the palm of your right hand all the way around to the back center of your arm. Two streaks accompanied them. Scratch marks that were seemingly going to stay with you forever.

The woman sighs, leaning over the desk to read something. “Why don’t we start with your friends. There were eight of you before the incident. Can you tell me about them?” You tense up at the thought of the “incident”. Quiet tapping filled the room as your foot moved anxiously on the floor. 

Your mind flashed to your time with your friends, the happy times. The laughs, falling in love with one of them, drinking, pranking each other. Then it went to your time on the mountain and one thing stuck out to you, the screech. It had you jumping in the chair, catching the woman slightly off guard when you froze up in the chair, swearing that the monster from your dreams was right behind you like it was in the cabin. 

Calmly, the woman sits back in the chair, keeping her eyes on you as you were nearly lost in your twisted memories. “How about this.” Your head shoots up to look at her. “I’ll give you a name, you can give me a word or two. It’s important to know how you feel about your friends.”

You nod after a moment, looking away from the therapist and to your shaking hands. An argument popped into your head, just before everything went down, Jess, Mike, Em, and Matt. You shiver at the memory of Matt, he’d never been found since they left the mountain. 

“Let’s start off easy. Sam.” 

Your mind flashes to the sight of who you’d call your second best friend. She was always the brave type, running out of the house before Mike and the cabin went up in flames. The blonde was always one that you had gotten along with. “She’s my friend.” You say with a nod after a moment. 

She writes something down with a smile. “Good, that’s good.” She looks back up at you. “Chris.” A smile tugs at your lips at the sound of your boyfriend’s name. 

It was a miracle that the two of you made it out of there alive but you were very glad that it played out that way. Before the trip, he was your best friend, attached at the hip. “He’s my boyfriend. We’re-we’re going out to lunch tomorrow.” You nod, recalling the arrangement the two of you made. 

“Sounds like fun.” She smiles, looking down at the paper on the table. You’re quick to going back to pulling at your sleeves. “Matthew.” You fell quite quick, the smile on your face disappearing like it was never there. The woman hit a nerve and it was clear when you stared at the floor, recalling your friend. While he wasn’t one of your favorite people he was still a good person and you wished that he was still with you and your friends. 

For a moment the screech came back, the screams of panic from your friends had you shooting out of the chair. The sudden movement startled the therapist as she watched you with wide eyes as you looked around in panic. You weren’t in the office, you were in the cabin, clutching onto Chris as you stand frozen. One of the monsters stood right before you, drawing in as you closed your eyes tight.

“Y/n.” You held your breath as it drew right up to the two of you. “Y/n.” The creature draws back for a moment before screeching, making your ears ring. “Y/n.” You open your eyes and you’re in the office again, on the floor in a ball. The woman was knelt down in front of you, concern in her eyes. 

Your eyes dart around the room. “I-I want Chris.” You bury your head between your knees, shaking in fear. “I want Chris.” You mutter, just as you had done in your interview a few weeks ago, unable to stop. “I want Chris.”

[daninotfound0]

I've been playing electric love by BØRNS way too much

my gay vibes are here...

In a Beach house

sorry for the random thing about gay vibes but... my gayness is sleeping on the sand with the ocean in the background watching the sun go down and the stars light up as its dreams are all it could think of. Dreams of the roits to end. Dreams that the cops would just be nice to black people and people of color

dreams of gay rights all around. dreams that corona would just leave so it could see it's family

dreams of happiness

but for now all it has is the beach... the sand. The waves. its little crab friends. the stars. The big bright moon

nobody- by Mac demarco playing in their mind...

im sorry I wanna be a writer and my mom won't get me a therapist soo tumblr you have to hear my problems and anger and dreams

[strawberry-counterweight-blog]

Just because your parents don't let you do whatever you want, does NOT mean they abuse you.

Y'all wanna know what real abuse is? Let me fucking tell you. I remember when I lied to my mum about my grades and she shoved a spoon full of ammonia down my throat. Even when my mother even thought I was lying, I’d get a spoonful of ammonia. A few times she made me kneel on the kitchen floor until my legs went numb and I fell when I tried to stand up. And a few times she had me kneel upon uncooked rice holding a book over my head. A couple times if I wouldn’t eat, she’d dump my plate over top of my head. She would damn me because of my grandmothers hatred toward her, accused me of being “old baggage” and “bad blood”. My grandmother decided my mother was unfit and even told me she was a bad mum, and told she was my new mum. I was 8, and innocently said “i already have a mum”. My grandmother turned the lights off, back handed me across the face, turned the lights back on and left without a word. She later that day told me to tell my mother that I had slipped and fallen and hit my eye against the side table. Of course, I tried telling my mum the truth. And my grandmother will deny it until the day she dies. She would scream and cry, insisted that I was trying to tear this family apart because I wasn’t “her blood”, and demanded my mother beat me, on top of the beating I already received. My grandmother convinced me I was crazy, and forced my mother to send me to therapy. I had believed that I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. I was never allowed to lock my door, or even close it. Not even to change, use the bathroom or shower. My grandmother decided that “I had nothing to hide from her son” (my stepfather). I was screamed at if I cried or scowled, was forced to smile or else I would be hit. She would Yank my hair if it was not perfect before going to school. Not allowed to wear pony tails or pigtails, or even french braids, thinking they would fetishized. Never let me wear tightly fitted clothing, and if I was allowed, they had to be 4 sizes too big, due to me “attracting attention” and having “slutty intentions”. Anything less than 100% in school was failing. She insured I never needed help with homework because I should have learned everything at school. No makeup, even when I was 18. No cellphone, even if my mum said it was alright. Never allowed to wear headphones in the house. She even had a fit when I announced I had joined the military and accused me of abandoning my family and being a coward. I was forever forced to lie to my mum about the abuse and my mother always believed it. She soon hated me for making the household a living hell because I would “make up stories for attention”, and never even considered that I could be telling the truth.

So next time I see a post about one of you little snowflakes bitching on how your parents don’t respect your pronouns or make you go to school every day, or spank you once or pop your mouth, or take your phone away and look through it, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

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[endoflifespecialist]

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