#tw trafficking implied

[stanpinesdicee]

I really don't care what people say. Stan Pines was (unfortunately) SA'd. Besides the edible flour situation, do people genuinely think that Columbian prison is sunshine and rainbows, and that nothing bad could of happened there? Do people think that his deep fear of Rico and thinking he was being hunted by a man and his gang was for a funny gag? Being trapped in the trunk of a car could very much be an innuendo to being trafficked. He was KIDNAPPED. It saddens me so badly of how men who are victims never get taken seriously. I see so many people make fun of Stan's experiences or not treat them seriously or even deny it.. Why? You wanted representation for men victims, but you can't even handle Stanley.

[weeping-malice]

The survival rate of a secondary crime location is 3%

Do not cooperate, It won’t make your odds any better

[skykiuwu]

Mestra doodles from a while back

[there-will-be-a-way]

The part who was in therapy told my therapist about a memory we kept having on our way to his office today. It's the memory about the blond girl (aka bathtub girl) resisting to get in that car that parked in front of my grandpa's house at night and how they just pushed her in (she was furious). And in this memory we kept seeing her face so clearly when before it just used to be a blurr. I can't even recall what it looks like anymore, but I saw it. For a brief time the bathtub girl was a real person with a face and emotions and she was alive. Alive in my memory.

My therapist asked me whose car it was which made me realize that it wasn't my grandpa's because he had two garages where he always parked the cars. So it had to be the car of someone else. Whose? No idea. Maybe of one of the random guys I only remember as faceless schemes that always "came to visit". I also don't know where they wanted to drive us. And I still have no idea where the bathtub girl fits in with all of this. Food for thought. I was maybe 5-7 in this memory.

[not-here-cavalier]

take mercy on me it's killing me if god was still here, there would be something left but rot the monsters lived in my bed in my head and in my neighborhood

people they scare me i wanna be something but property what is here when nothing's left but body still is sitting there i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself cause nothing's left but rot

inside of me and in my skin on a whim i was a tool on a whim i was something to use hollow eyes beyond the film beyond the doll what's left when you take out everything they touched? what's left when you carve out what's blackened inside? what's left is nothing but lies little girl what happened to you? what's left of you? is nothing here to fight the monster? who's inside my skin inside my brain burrowed in the soul broken brain from being ever-used i'll never feel like ill be alive again what's the point of being alive, again? suffocate me carve my skin beat me black and blue i'm just a punching back to use a hole opened stem to stern like your property guts spilling out for everyone to see stop killing me on camera like you do when i'm grown there, won't be anything to use

choke. i can't decide to mean you or me so choke on it all like I had to do suffocate until your face is blue "kill yourself already" little girl no way out, no way to save your world.