#triggering topic

[koisplosion]

The shining star and company do not support "reality shifting" and do not want those who do interacting.

What it is, is lucid dreaming, calling it anything else worsens delusions or causes mental health problems end of story. Thank you.

[daily-cheryl]

Wip but MerPh because someone was asking about him

[dozyjojo]

A Favor (Bnha angst week)

Day 4: choice/wish

Ship: Monoshin or Neitoshi

Slight spoiler and trigger warning

Shinso had to do it today. He was surprised when he was able to call Monoma to come over with a straight voice. He checked the gun to make sure it was loaded for the hundredth time so he wouldn't have to say it again. He didn't know why he chose Monoma of all people, or why he had his number in the first place. A quick look at his recent calls; Monoma made up at least 90% of the calls. He never really answered back and usually just hung up on him.

Oh know he remembered, he was walking out of school from the first day of in being in class 1-B. He'd met a lot of new people. Many he recognized from the UA festival. He was unlocking his bike chain from the fence when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned to the person, giving him the dirtiest side look he could give.

"What?" Shinso wasn't happy to see him, especially after today. Suddenly he was in a trance. He couldn't move move his arms, no matter how hard. His mind felt fuzzy as if he was pulled out. "So that's how it works," Monoma Neito laughed and shut off the quirk. He groaned before he pulled the chain off and hopped onto the bike. Monoma put a hand on his handle, promptly stopping him.

"Can I have your number?" He held up his phone.

Shinso had to wait around twenty minutes before Monoma. He was sweating and rubbing the back of his neck. "Can I really do this?" He pondered out loud, before his eyes glanced over the gun waiting on his coffee table. He stared at it. He could hide it, throw it away and make something up on way he called him over. He could forget this evening ever happened. He could seek a therapist and find coping mechanisms. But he didn't want to. He wanted to be done with it all. He didn't care at this point. He didn't want to stay. He just wanted to be gone.

He checked his watch, it's only been three minutes.

He reached to the TV remote but his hands were shaking too much. He quickly retracted back and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.

He thought of Monoma again. He was the second the approach him. Kendo was quick to introduce herself and the the class to him. Monoma walked up to him, bragging about how lucky he was to get into class 1-B instead of class 1- A before he was knocked out by Kendo. "Sorry about him," she chuckled. "I don't mind," he remembered saying as he rubbed the back of his neck. She gave him a weird look. "You don't have to lie," she laughed. He shrugged her off and preceded to ignore her for the rest of the school day. Monoma would walk up to him at anytime and would bother him nonstop. He had already gotten used to droning it out on the first day. Not a good sign.

At lunch, he slammed his tray down in front of him, obnoxiously. "Class 1-B is great isn't it," he smiled at him. He ignored him. Monoma tried to make small talk but Shinso was stubborn on being quite, every now and then he nod or shake his head.

"You have a really cool quirk, you know that right?"

Shinso froze up mid chew. "Did I mention that when he fought together?" He smiled bigger and this time it seemed real. "I wasn't kidding when I said we had a lot in common," he laughed and looked out the window next to them. His eyes were blank as if he was remembering a fond memory. "We both have underappreciated quirks, we're both bullied-" "How do you know about that?" Shinso's eyes were wide and frantic and he was already sweating. Monoma was quite taken back at his sudden outburst. "It was easy to see," he quickly answered. "The way you never talk to people and generally ignore them."

"Yeah," Shinso muttered, embarrassed. He shoved his food into his mouth and stood up. He crossed the room and threw his tray away. Monoma called him him, drawing all the attention onto them. Shinso froze up and the cafeteria doors and turned around. All of the cafeteria was staring at the both of them. Shinso's eyes dilated and his breathing stopped momentarily. He slipped out of the double doors and ran down the hallways. He found the bathrooms and slipped into a stall. He made sure to put the lid down before he sat down. He weaved his fingers into gravity defying purple hair. "At least in General Department nobody noticed me," he groaned into his hands. He calmed down to the best of his abilities. He sat up and walked up to the sinks. He splashed his face with cold water and walked out.

He scowled when the memory ended. He remembered being teased endlessly for the next few weeks. He checked his watch. 10 more minutes. He groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. "Why does time have to go by so slow," he said. He stood up from his spot on the couch and walked to the kitchen. He reached to one of the kitchen knives on the stand. He picked it up and held it up to lightbulb and watched it glisten. He looked at his purple eyes in the reflection. They were big and bloodshot accompanied with dark eyebags. He held it to his stomach. He kept it in place before dropping it to the ground. His hands were shaking, he couldn't do it. He was too weak.

There was a loud knock on the door. Shinso quickly turned on his heels. He checked his watch. 'He's eight minutes early,' he thought. He walked to the front door and opened it. Sure enough, it was Monoma. "Hey," he said, out of breath. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess. He obviously ran the whole way here. Shinso squinted against the afternoon sunlight. "Haven't you worn the same thing the whole weekend?" He questioned as he walked in without invitation. "I guess," Shinso muttered and rubbed the back of his neck as he followed him inside.

He followed him to the living space. "So why'd you call me over?" He smiled. "No reason," Shinso answered. Monoma was about to say something until his eyes landed on the gun on the coffee table. "What the hell-" he was stopped. He stood rigid on his feet, eyes foggy in mind control.

"Pick up the gun."

Monoma did as he was told and waited for his next order.

"Shoot me."

He lifted the gun to his chest. His hands shook despite being under his control. Shinso grabbed the end of the gun and pressed it against his forehead. His heartbeat rung in his ears and he couldn't stop sweating. "Please," he cried. He shut his eyes and waited.

Nothing

He opened his eyes and gave Monoma a questioning glance. How was he able to fight against his mind control for so long. He was shocked to see tears spilling out of his eyes in rivers. He couldn't say anything as he held the gun up firm. They stood in silence as Monoma desperately tried to fight against the mind control.

Click

Nothing. The gun stalled. He dropped the gun as he did what he had did what he had to. The gun landed on his foot and he was pulled out of the trance. Shinso dropped to his knees and cried into his hands. "Shinso," he cried. "What the hell!" He dropped his knees in front of him. "I'm so sorry," Shinso cried as he latched onto him and cried into his shoulder. Monoma patted down his messy locks as he cried onto his head.

'Thank God it didn't work,' they both thought.

[texts-from-mental-illnesses]

Me: *holds a lot of conversations about a triggering topic*

The Mental Illness™: You're still scared af of that thing

Me: *hears something trivial about the triggering topic*

Me: *panics*

The Mental Illness™: told you so :P

[wetherboy]

sometimes i really dont think incest cocsa is as bad as csa but then i end up resonating w so many csa victims and if a traumatic set of events really cause you so much distress in the very long run then you really are as valid and broken as everyone else.

look im at a big grown-up age and i still get triggered, i get stuck in the thought loop and i have to pick myself up after the two steps back one step forward of it all

[sugarapplebaby]

Xue yang kills 41 trans ppl a year

You really need help lmao

[nekonome-lilyith]

Okay long post here, about the #brings8nback tag and all that. If your sensitive to trigger topics ignore and skip over the red sentences.

Now I found out about s8n's suspension from the discord roughly an hour after his insta post. From then on out I filled my accounts with the tag, hell I had to make a new one.

Now I have three minor points and a main point.

Minor points

I had two accounts, my main and my side. Now not mentioning at's but my first account got a 12 hour suspension for telling someone to fuck off. Someone who used fouler Language in turn. Not only this it thought I was a bot.

My second account- well that one was sorta my fault. This guy at the least was claiming to have bot attacked s8n so I went OFF. Like it wasn't pretty. Guy got me suspended along with several others who went off just with more. . . mannors and class you could say. And I mean a lot of people.

So I went and made a new account (@/Riot_for_s8n) and contined with the tag. I was going for three houre with this guysm Three hours of nesr nonstop retweeting and tweetint of this fucking tag. We hit over 40K tweets

And twitter refused to let us trend

This isn't the first time they've done this to. Now I'm not speaking from my experience but from others on the duscort server because they were livid. Gods I still am. Anyways back to my main point

Twitter is biased and will attack accounts

S8n has had his account since 2008 guys. He has hit 2.3 MILLION followers, has his own merch, his own website, man has everything. He is running a business based off of his parody account. Despite all this Twitter refuses to varify him, refuses tonlet tags relating to his account trend, and has now suspended him for "Violating our rules against platform manipulation and spam"

My big question there is how? That day and hell even the months prior we haven't had any tag movement involving him, not even the normal #varifysatan one. It was just the normal "Wake up and sin" and other random things.

On this note I would like to note that someone had openpy admitted to botting him- and while I'm not 100 percent positive it is true even mentioning this is technically against rules. As someone who had to do a recatcha 3 times because twitter thought I was a bot, it's not good. Not only that this guy was having people in his comments suspended.

Now I can hear you saying "Okay cool whatever, not thst bad a crime" and your right. We all know about Twitter's nudity policy though right?

Well their are porn accounts, hell I know people who have run into child pornography on Twitter, yet those accounts remain running without a problem. Yet a parody account gets suspended and possibly banned for what?

Gods I can keep going on forever, but I probably shouldn't. It's just angering that blatant attacks like this happen. It's not just s8n but other parody acocunts struggle with things like this as well, as a few of them commented about their own experiences lightly when using the hashtag.

But yeah