Valkyrie Malison

Artist, writer, wrong 'un. ♣️ Remember: apathy is death Trans + gay + mental 🇬🇧(😔) 🇵🇸🇺🇦🇸🇩

[valmalison]

LEOPARD EATING FACE PARTY

SINCE SOME PEOPLE SEEM TO LIKE THEM SO MUCH

[valmalison]

HARD-LAUNCHING VULNERABILITY ON TUMBLR.COM

[valmalison]

My 5-Year Distraction.

5 years

Of tears

Fall into the dark gutter at my feet.

Droplets bloated with missed meaning,

Shivery eyes unseeing,

The water-warped world awaits me.

Thunder rolls in

Swells to a din

And ozone crackles on the tongue.

Sunny smile,

Gone for a while,

The downpour’s torrential,

Goliath existential,

My 5-year distraction,

Delayed—

Until today.

[valmalison]

Snow.

You threw it first

I didn’t want to get hit

You threw it first;

You threw it anyway.

[valmalison]

COMMUNICATE.

OH! 

It was 

The world’s longest goose chase and I think

The goose was chasing 

ME!

Had a sinking feeling

A woman’s intuition is never wrong

And - because I’m not a woman - I ignored it

Because everything hurts when it breaks slower

Yanks upon my heart 

Whistles dreadfully,

As it descends,

Digs claws in, rips 

with gravity and

Pulls

Pulls 

Pulls

Until I’m stretched and misshapen.

When? Where? Why? How?

Queries

Multiplying with my many maladies.

Everything bared; nothing answered.

How’d they let you think?

…

It’s dark out the window of obliviousness now

And I’m inside of illuminated oblivion,

Freshly abandoned,

Homeless now and left out cold. Busted up in a blender of toil and turmoil and seeking you only to find thin air

Seeking only for you to find thin air.

Chasing after your echoes like a fool.

You sent it and I took a long and 

measured breath

walked calmly upstairs

For downstairs didn’t know

(Lucky them)

But upstairs will.

Face level 

Composure serene

Got up the stairs, and crumpled into tears.

Spiked irregularities 

Spiked breathing

An incongruous shape

Tearing composure asunder.

Hated myself and the obvious

Because what would’ve fixed it was a hug and kind word from you.

Dragged myself into some semblance

Of a human

Blanched over rouged 

And went back downstairs 

Because what downstairs doesn’t know won’t hurt it but it sure will me.

…

Your trinkets are

Just dumb objects now

Devoid of all their splendour -

Much like you,

Who was such a gentleman,

Who is now just a lump of flesh

That couldn’t get its paws upon my genitals 

Every over-keen hold a slime slinking over my body.

How hard it must’ve been for you!

How hard you must’ve been for it!

Oh, but he was such a gentleman.

I spit on gentlemen. 

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

I’ll rehearse what I’ll say 

Take bites out of the air

Make a mauling of it

Slam into your effigy with my diatribe

An excoriating excavation of your character

And imagine that you just take it.

Can’t take the heat? Get out of the kitchen.

Scream profanities down the line

Get done for defamation

String you up wrong

Paint your face 

In humiliation and 

Petrification,

Make you

A clown’s clown.

Got a word? Because I’ve got a few:

Absolutely frustrating, enraging, hapless, desultory, disheartening, letdown dickhead.

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

The excuse tastes sleazy on my tongue.

…

I’m typically a shrinking violet when it comes to immense emotions.

And the one time I turn my petals towards the sun

I’m reminded of how delicate they truly are

Limbs held up in supplication 

Shrivelling in the heat 

Of knowledge I can’t revoke

And exposure I can’t reverse

Once nourishment,

Now cancer.

How utterly mortifying.

At the end, 

A game of broken telephone.

Trouble obfuscating the airways.

Messages travelling miles, getting lost on the way 

Because there were 200 between us,

Proving 200 too many.

Now,

Run-on thoughts unfit for paragraphs 

The slow combustion of 

Managed decline turning me to a

Punctuation-less

Punctured

Weeping

Wound

[valmalison]

Omit.

I could talk about this forever.

You, probably never.

Too busy letting the cliff crumble,

Erosion our collapse

Writ large,

Letting me fall the rest.

The greatest disappointment:

Thinking we were on the same page,

When we weren’t even in the same book.

I hit every rock on the way down, by the way.

Feels all too common.

Made a monument of you, out of sand, at the bottom.

He talked more, 

and dissolved quicker.

I was happy to see him go

And apoplectic when you did.

You said so much without saying anything at all

And I just didn’t have the words.

For loose lips sink ships

And I’ll go down with this one.

[itsdappleagain]

[itsdappleagain]

people in my replies arguing for their fav white guy???

[throathole]

Oh thanks but what the fuck does any of that mean

[anariel-the-elrond-apologist]

I’ve seen quite a few of these in my time, but this one takes the cake.

[throathole]

This is fucking killing me

Golp: a roundel purpure.

Repeat this to yourself until it begins to have meaning

[a-book-of-creatures]

Okay then since some of you need to be reminded of this:

Roundels are circles in heraldry. They are named according to their color, which also has its own lingo. Let’s meet them!

Bezant: roundel or (gold) 🟡

Plate: roundel argent (silver) ⚪️

Torteau: roundel gules (red) 🔴

Pomme: roundel vert (green) 🟢

Hurt: roundel azure (blue) 🔵

Golp: roundel purpure (purple) 🟣

Pellet: roundel sable (black) ⚫️

If your field is strewn with roundels, you can describe it appropriately as being bezanty, hurty, golpy, and so on.

[cognitohazardous]

[possessionisamyth]

see posts that say “its okay to not brush your teeth because of mental illness”

don’t brush your teeth before bed for years

get moderate to severe gum sensitivity

lose all your teeth because of anti-healing idiots online

[brosser-les-dents]

Your reminder to brush and floss today! Every little bit makes a difference, pls try.

[nothingiswrongwithyourarmrests]

And remember that your dentist can help you find strategies to help you brush and mitigation strategies for when it’s hard.

[kikubiku]

HI MY DENTIST REALLY UNDERSTOOD MY DEPRESSION AND GAVE ME THE FOLLOWING TIPS

- After each meal, rinse your mouth with water. This isn’t a replacement for brushing teeth nor flossing, but if you do this it can really help improve your oral health.

- You can swallow that water too!!! Especially helpful if you struggle with hydration.

- She recommended those little floss picks with two strings of floss. Also, they can be used multiple times!!! I typically get about five uses out of one pick and rinse between uses.

- Put that pick around your toothbrush as a reminder to floss :)

Remember poor oral health can not only cost you a fortune later in life it can also contribute to cardiovascular disease and worsening depression. Am I perfect? Nope! We are all in this together ❤️

[thumperdaetime]

things that have helped my depressed routine-adverse ass:

1-there is no Wrong time to brush your teeth.

2-travel toothbrush and fluoride-free toothpaste in the car so i can stop on the side of the road and brush when i realize ive forgot.

3- there is no wrong time to brush your teeth

4- sugar free gum. i keep some everywhere as an oral stim too. i even have some in my nightstand to help when ive forgotten to brush before bed. (do not do this. you will loose gum in your bed.)

[homunculus-argument]

You ever think about how old people have no idea what “survivor bias” is, and take full credit for being excellent out of things where they lucked out?

“Back in my day we didn’t have any of these childhood protective things, we were smart enough not to do stupid shit on our own!” Except your little neighbour, who got the funniest idea at the age of seven, and got his skull pierced when he slipped?

“Back in my day nobody got divorced, we stuck together and fixed our problems!” What about your cousin, who was slowly killed by her husband because she had nowhere to escape him?

“Back in my day nobody had ‘mental problems’, we didn’t whine, we just toughed it out and endured life!” Hey remember that guy you used to work with, who seemed really friendly and normal, and then suddenly hanged himself ‘for no reason’?

“Back in my day we didn’t have any of this ‘gay’ or ‘transgender’ thing.” You did, but your family cut all ties with her before you were born.

 You kinda start seeing it in everything they think, if you start looking for it.

[thegrimzuera]

“When we were kids nobody whined about car seats or bike helmets. We didn’t use them, and we all survived!”

Yeah, except for the ones who didn’t.

[astrodidact]

[intheheartofman]

[wonderwanda]

I reblogged this yesterday, but I want to reblog it again. Diabetic ketoacidosis turns your blood acidic and will essentially burn you from the inside out.

The stories you hear of people dying from rationing, this is what happens to their body.

Affordable insulin isn’t just a right, it’s a necessity.

No one should have to die like that when it’s preventable with access to proper medication.

[wootwona]

since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...

reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!

along with that, reblog if your account is a trans non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the trans enby spectrum!

[loveridden1999]

top 3 hobbies for young adults:

1. borrowing misery from future

2. carrying grief of the past

3. agonizing over the present

[valmalison]

HARD-LAUNCHING VULNERABILITY ON TUMBLR.COM

[valmalison]

My 5-Year Distraction.

5 years

Of tears

Fall into the dark gutter at my feet.

Droplets bloated with missed meaning,

Shivery eyes unseeing,

The water-warped world awaits me.

Thunder rolls in

Swells to a din

And ozone crackles on the tongue.

Sunny smile,

Gone for a while,

The downpour’s torrential,

Goliath existential,

My 5-year distraction,

Delayed—

Until today.

[valmalison]

Snow.

You threw it first

I didn’t want to get hit

You threw it first;

You threw it anyway.

[valmalison]

COMMUNICATE.

OH! 

It was 

The world’s longest goose chase and I think

The goose was chasing 

ME!

Had a sinking feeling

A woman’s intuition is never wrong

And - because I’m not a woman - I ignored it

Because everything hurts when it breaks slower

Yanks upon my heart 

Whistles dreadfully,

As it descends,

Digs claws in, rips 

with gravity and

Pulls

Pulls 

Pulls

Until I’m stretched and misshapen.

When? Where? Why? How?

Queries

Multiplying with my many maladies.

Everything bared; nothing answered.

How’d they let you think?

…

It’s dark out the window of obliviousness now

And I’m inside of illuminated oblivion,

Freshly abandoned,

Homeless now and left out cold. Busted up in a blender of toil and turmoil and seeking you only to find thin air

Seeking only for you to find thin air.

Chasing after your echoes like a fool.

You sent it and I took a long and 

measured breath

walked calmly upstairs

For downstairs didn’t know

(Lucky them)

But upstairs will.

Face level 

Composure serene

Got up the stairs, and crumpled into tears.

Spiked irregularities 

Spiked breathing

An incongruous shape

Tearing composure asunder.

Hated myself and the obvious

Because what would’ve fixed it was a hug and kind word from you.

Dragged myself into some semblance

Of a human

Blanched over rouged 

And went back downstairs 

Because what downstairs doesn’t know won’t hurt it but it sure will me.

…

Your trinkets are

Just dumb objects now

Devoid of all their splendour -

Much like you,

Who was such a gentleman,

Who is now just a lump of flesh

That couldn’t get its paws upon my genitals 

Every over-keen hold a slime slinking over my body.

How hard it must’ve been for you!

How hard you must’ve been for it!

Oh, but he was such a gentleman.

I spit on gentlemen. 

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

I’ll rehearse what I’ll say 

Take bites out of the air

Make a mauling of it

Slam into your effigy with my diatribe

An excoriating excavation of your character

And imagine that you just take it.

Can’t take the heat? Get out of the kitchen.

Scream profanities down the line

Get done for defamation

String you up wrong

Paint your face 

In humiliation and 

Petrification,

Make you

A clown’s clown.

Got a word? Because I’ve got a few:

Absolutely frustrating, enraging, hapless, desultory, disheartening, letdown dickhead.

I should be an adult about this

But I am about everything

Was before I was even born

So can’t I have this, just this once?

The excuse tastes sleazy on my tongue.

…

I’m typically a shrinking violet when it comes to immense emotions.

And the one time I turn my petals towards the sun

I’m reminded of how delicate they truly are

Limbs held up in supplication 

Shrivelling in the heat 

Of knowledge I can’t revoke

And exposure I can’t reverse

Once nourishment,

Now cancer.

How utterly mortifying.

At the end, 

A game of broken telephone.

Trouble obfuscating the airways.

Messages travelling miles, getting lost on the way 

Because there were 200 between us,

Proving 200 too many.

Now,

Run-on thoughts unfit for paragraphs 

The slow combustion of 

Managed decline turning me to a

Punctuation-less

Punctured

Weeping

Wound

[greelin]

“why do you rb and add to your own posts” i’m talking to myself

[vihyura]

truly

[snowflakeb0ttles]

[sagethegremlin]

[wheeloffortune-design]

CONTROVERSIAL OPINION ABOUT BISEXUALITY

that purple in the middle is not the right saturation, it doesn't fit with the other two colors and it drives me crazy.

[deus-ex-aquila]

all right, I think I got this, I've got dual citizenship and I have another flag we can borrow from:

step 1

step 2

step 3

[varangianviper]

[wheeloffortune-design]

This is true bi/ace solidarity.

[xthehatchick]

holy shit

[finnslay]

This is the only correct way

[transarsonist]

[Patchnotes]

swapped purple in bisexual and asexual flags for better saturation matching and color theory

[valmalison]

HARD-LAUNCHING VULNERABILITY ON TUMBLR.COM

[valmalison]

My 5-Year Distraction.

5 years

Of tears

Fall into the dark gutter at my feet.

Droplets bloated with missed meaning,

Shivery eyes unseeing,

The water-warped world awaits me.

Thunder rolls in

Swells to a din

And ozone crackles on the tongue.

Sunny smile,

Gone for a while,

The downpour’s torrential,

Goliath existential,

My 5-year distraction,

Delayed—

Until today.

[valmalison]

Snow.

You threw it first

I didn’t want to get hit

You threw it first;

You threw it anyway.

[valmalison]

No one has been mentioning the SMELL of the blood in their Iron Lung/ bloodymary fics. That shit must be acrid, pungent. Not to mention if you got it in your mouth. Penny central. I’d imagine Si’s nostrils would be stung with the smell of it for ages afterwards OR that he would have gustatory/olfactory hallucinations as a result. The warm, swampy feeling of the blood sluicing over him could also remain an unwelcome presence in his mind, causing him to resort to obsessive washing/cleaning to remove it. Which, now that I think about it, could become deliciously angsty when you consider how it has already infiltrated and mutated his body. How does he get rid of it then?

[crustycantankerousgrownup]

Not to be that guy who is intrigued by hyper realistic plot-relevant descriptions of blood in my fanfic but here goes:

Do we know if the blood on AT-5 ages or decomposes? Because that’s another scent entirely. Could be a foreboding first sign that Simon has blipped into Ryland’s reality.

Also the fact that (regular shmegular) blood will dry into a film if left on your skin/hands that then takes some scrubbing to get off. Maybe a scene where Simon doesn’t notice a knee scrape or knuckle scrape right away and furiously scrubs at it once he gets to a water source, and Ryland stops him out of concern that he’s scrubbing a wound too aggressively.

Or the fact that blood stains clothing horribly and irreparably UNLESS you rinse it immediately in cold water. Simon, in his tattered, holey KNIT patchwork sweater would almost rather go without a shirt indefinitely than try to wrestle that thing in the sink/tub only for it to still come out covered in faint brownish-red stains.

[mellosdrawings]

Yurifies your trolley problem <3

[lasagnaforem]

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