#tw 911

[cholerascum]

i put a lot of effort into this one, and im actually really proud of how it turned out and looks

if you like my art, uhhh @choleracommissions $choleracommissions

[intersexbel]

Mystery Twins Week 2025 Week One: Silly

[PT: Mystery Twins Week 2025 Week One: Silly]

@localcelestialcreature62

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[ID: a Gravity Falls comic. Panel 1: Lineless art of Dipper and Mabel sitting a few feet away from each other. Mabel is knitting and Dipper has the Journal in his lap. The background is a lilac star on a periwinkle field. Panel 2: Mabel turns to Dipper and asks, "What time is it?" He looks at his watch and replies, "uhhh 9:11 AM." The background is now pink and blue. Panel 3: Mabel sets her knitting down, turning her whole body towards Dipper, and asks gleefully, "Wait, is it actually?" Dipper exclaims, "Yeah!" with a large smile on his face. The background is now yellow and purple. Panel 4: Head shot of Mabel smiling with sparkles in her eyes and her hands to her face. She exclaims, "GASP! Oh no! The twins are DEAD!" The background is a black and white image of the World Trade Center with smoke rising out of it. Panel 5: messy doodles of Mabel and Dipper dramatically lying on the ground captioned "blaugh." Waddles sniffs Dipper's arm. The background is a plain white field. /End ID.]

Yay! Prompt one done! Were I a better artist, it probably wouldn't suck! This is inspired by an interaction between my twin and I that has repeated a lot. We do this every time the number 9 11 is mentioned.

The potential my shit has to be good if I gave a fuck...

Anyways. Kisses them on the forehead.

[ray-on-my-man-til-he-havoc]

I rarely make these jokes, in fact, typically I despise of them. However, my friend made a hilarious comparison of Mr. Dark looking like Mr. Enter. You will likely never see this type of joke from me again. I don't like them. But this one was a bit funny to me so I did it.

[loiswasadevil]

[londonbreakdown]

Every year I’m just going about my day when I randomly look online or at twitter, and realize it’s September 11th. Then I read some story about a passenger, first responder or rescue dog and every year I cry. 

[justapikachu1]

I feel like Tumblr would love this

[suburbanjustice]

going into therapy as an independent adult who has fully left the traumatic situation (as opposed to routine therapy while still in the situation and unable to escape bc i am a minor living with my parents) is fucking WILD. like it's just absolutely insane. i'm realizing that i was gaslit so so so bad into believing all families were this dysfunctional and that nothing was particularly wrong with OUR family more than others. and that kept me from identifying my feelings about the situation even though they still broke through (crying about wishing i had a normal family and being told nobody is normal and happy families just seem happy).

like i love my mom i'm very bonded to her i talk to her daily but at the same time now that i'm older i'm realizing how much of a role SHE had in my trauma (not protecting me from my father/brother, gaslighting me, prioritizing her need to be the Savior, etc etc. like i am realizing that no i WAS right to be angry and it wasn't just my brother's autism it was literally the family revolving around appeasing two mentally ill men who would have a fucking MELTDOWN if things didn't go their way. like no actually it's not normal to be forbidden from singing in the house/car/etc for your entire life bc the autistic sibling doesn't like singing, it's not normal for the autistic sibling to be allowed to steal your toys and hide them and then for you to be unallowed to open his Special Drawer TM to get them back because Autistic Kids Don't Like Change, it's not normal to have to sit in silence on the ride home from school and not say a peep about your day until you're maybe in the driveway so that the male autistic sibling can infodump for 45 minutes because "i'm the only one he can talk to", it's not normal for someone to never ever be told no or just "you have to deal with mild discomfort sometimes" because they are autistic. and yeah honestly it's no wonder he turned out to be an awful person i am no contact with.

i think about all the times i was in the passenger's side of the car sobbing hysterically, helpless and scared, while my father (driving in a roadragey way) screamed at me and did not stop shouting even as i was having a meltdown and begging him to just stop or begging to go home. this happened numerous times. and now that i have adult perspective, i'm like, why the fuck did my mother keep allowing her child to go into a situation where that can happen? as an adult i no longer ride in the same car as him. as an adult i make that choice to protect myself. why the fuck wasn't the PARENT making that same decision.

who the fuck was out here allowing someone who was waking up at 4am to go recover incinerated human corpses for burial every day INTERACT WITH A CHILD ALONE after a shift of CORPSE HANDLING. why was a mentally ill bipolar man going through a horrific ordeal allowed to be around a child alone. if i were the parent in that situation, child me would not have had the most traumatic experience of her life. i would have protected me based on common fucking sense and my own mother didn't.

and then after that traumatic experience i have no memory of her making it right. i can talk about being fucking assaulted by a doctor all willy nilly but on SESSION ONE i broke down sobbing just trying to take it simple sentence by simple sentence one foot in front of the other to tell the doctor what happened after 9/11. like i literally was not physically or sexually harmed in any way and there is a fucking curse of silence that keeps me from being able to talk about the pain of it at all without having a fucking meltdown at 28. and i was 5 years old and it was preventable.

and i guess lately i am just... trying to function. my parents live nearby and i love them. my mom is my primary emotional support. and now that i'm older i'm realizing that she wasn't innocent and enabled the abuse and i don't know how to reconcile that with everything right now. i can never talk to either of them about it because half the time my father doesn't remember and my mother has this holier than thou complex where she either denies it or has a reason it happened or it wasn't abuse. the night of the election she told me that i was not SA'd. that what happened didn't count. so i sat in my car in the driveway and sobbed until it was completely dark out. and spent the evening messaging my friend like am i insane am i being overdramatic has she been right this whole time. like i just

how am i supposed to be normal or functional in light of all of this and why did it take me so long to get help or to realize how bad and fucked up this was. like that's the parting gift of having it normalized at every turn is you escape and you don't realize how bad it was and even now i feel the urge to say it wasn't that bad and i know my parents didn't do it with malice and it's just intergenerational trauma and sickness but i just... jesus fucking christ i was a CHILD

[hecho-a-mano]

I think we’ve got an emergency over here!!