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Christian didn’t do that, he was left in the dark. Davie didn’t do that, he voted for Christian. Angelina & Mike did that. Give them the credit.

“ [...] But making mistakes is part of being a survivor. At first, you think you're, like... permanently broken. But then...little by little, you start picking up the pieces and you start realizing what you're making is a mirror. And... the more of those pieces that you put together, the more you start to see yourself. But maybe we can start picking up those pieces of that mirror together, and we can funnily see the truth. If you think sexual assault doesn't affect your life, you're wrong. There are survivors all sound us. People you care about... who you never knew were suffering in silence. Let them know that you're there to listen. It's time for you to know the survivors in your life. To hear their stories and to know that their voice matters.

My name is Jessica Davis, and I'm a survivor. ”

― 13 reasons why, season 3

"High On You" (Survivor)

What I Wish I Could Tell You

I wish I could tell you to leave him--to run away and never look back. But I can’t. You still love him (the potential you’ve always seen in him). You still have hope that one day he’ll change--that one day he’ll buy you gifts on your birthday and comfort you when you cry. 

You’ve seen who he really is (an empty shell), but you don’t believe it yet. You can’t believe it because you still think that it’s you. You know you don’t deserve to be cheated on, insulted, and silenced. You know that...but you don’t believe it. You think, “if I just try a little harder and do a little more for him, then things will be better. He’ll stop hurting me”. But the truth is he won’t--because this isn’t about you. It’s about him, and it always has been.

 No matter how much harder you try or how long you wait, it will never be enough. A black hole is insatiable, and you are already running on empty. He will keep taking your light until you, too, are an empty shell--a husk of who you once were.

 I wish I could tell you that you’ll feel so much lighter once you’re free of him--that home won’t feel like a prison anymore and you’ll be able to breathe without the constant weight of fear suffocating you. 

I wish I could tell you that I know all of this because I’ve lived a story just like yours--that I, too, was afraid to leave despite knowing I deserved better. That I, too, betrayed myself over and over again all in the hopes of winning the love of someone who never even existed in the first place.

I can’t tell you this, and I won’t. But that’s ok--because you’ll figure all of this out on your own, in your own time. I know you will, because you are strong. 

Well...I'm about to be homeless, so that means I'll be living off the land instead, because I would much rather take my chances out in the wilderness than try to live in a society where we can't even get by.

This winter is going to be a tough one for me and my dog, but I'm confident I'll make it through to the summer, and I won't let this stop me from bouncing back. If this is ground zero, just wait till I hit cloud nine.

For anyone who is willing and able, I have this Amazon wishlist of survival gear that I'll be needing this winter. It would help me tremendously to survive the frigid cold of the PNW during La Niña this year.

https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/1QVWXRPX38ZTR?ref_=wl_share

Thank you to any and all of you who do help, and to those that can't, don't worry. You're still loved

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Family.

Bullshit. Absolute, utter bullshit. I was a toy. When I was no longer useful, I was tossed out like trash. I was abandoned.

Again.

Now, I’m back in the “ family”.

I’m facing my triggers every. Single. Fucking. Day.

I don’t know how much longer I can survive this. I’m going crazy. Everyone pities me.

Welcome old friend, have a seat. Make yourself comfy, get warm and cozy and I’ll remove the blood from my body to make a home for you.

Welcome home cptsd.

Slugcat! Slugcat! It's a slug and it's a cat!

I swear to god I don’t have anything against legs I just usually draw them into nubs to avoid awkward line-art cut-off. HOWEVER, my campaign of Kingdom Death Monster ended rather brutally... my lovely survivor lost both legs to a diggidy damn white lion. 

I don't have any rl friends on Tumblr and so far I've remained anon so here goes...

I remained a virgin until I was 18. It had nothing to do with my church. It did have everything to do with being molested at a very young age for several years.

Not going into too much detail, that childhood trauma led to me feeling like all sex was dirty and it made me feel like I was going to have a panic attack if it even came up.

I kissed my first boy at thirteen because I was terrified of doing so before that. I only did it because he was a friend of my family, we had just started dating and he sorta sprung it on me. I felt pretty elated after the fact because I HAD KISSED A BOY and the world hadn't shattered around me.

I allowed some heavy petting with other boys a few years later. It always felt force and I always walked away feeling as if I had done something wrong.

Fast forward to my then boyfriend, now husband.

I turned 18 right before we started dating. I was very upfront with him about my experience and he was impressed and very understanding. I explained why I was a virgin and he was horrified for me and has several times told me that he wishes he could retaliate against the person who caused me a lifetime of anxiety and self-doubt.

When we decided to have sex a half a year later, it was a mutual decision. I was extremely nervous and he was wonderful.

The next morning, I woke up covered in hives because I had been so anxious. I had no idea you could even get hives from stress.

Over the last 12 year, we have had a wonderful, loving relationship because he has remained understanding and attentive to the fact that I have special needs in the bedroom.

The universe sometimes gives us exactly the person we need in our lives to help us through our worst messes. My husband and this woman's husband need freakin' medals for being wonderful sexual partners. There are not many of those in the world.

IT HAPPENED TO ME: I Waited Until My Wedding Night to Lose My Virginity and I Wish I Hadn’t [x]

This is a long read but it’s interesting. Really sad though.

I was playing as Wesker on DBD and ended sacrifing two survivors before the exit gates were open.

One of them made it out (to my biggest frustration) after their teammate unhooked them.

However, I was able to down the one that unhooked their teammate and hooked them.

When the match was finished, they typed in the chat "u weak. Bastard"

I didn't even bothered answering since I knew damn well killers do everything in their powers to hook survivors that try to escape.

I didn't even camped or tunneled lol, I was patrolling the area and trying my best to not be unfair or ruining the fun.

That same salty survivor was looping me consistentely, stunning me with pallets and their flashlight but I never complained lol.

I literally had massive struggle downing them since I do not control Wesker's power. He's not even my main ! I was planning to make Deathslinger my main. However, I struggle too much with him still and last time I played in public as him, my friend that was in a vc and watching me play laughed at my face for not being able to hit anyone. Have a trauma with this.

I also only started to play as a killer yesterday- before I was only playing as a killer in private lobbies.

Still learning !

What do you guys think about that kind of survivors ?? Ngl the fact they insulted me for just...doing the killer role in the game is hilarious as fuck.

One day I noticed

One day I noticed,

When he walked in, I did not hastily clear out the table and make for my room. I stayed sat on my chair, square, looked up at him, let my my gaze linger in his for a moment and went back to my scribbling. He went about his, mumbling a remark or two in passing.

One day I noticed,

When he asked me what I was doing, I did not stutter and I did not look up, lazily I answered, "Just reading". I felt him pause for a moment, and I heard him puff--was that disapproval I heard?

One day I noticed,

I was not running, I wasn't trying to analyze the sound of his footsteps climbing up to see if he was angry. I did not move out of the chair I was sitting in when he approached so he could sit. I did not close the book I was reading when he made remarks about not wanting his girls to get funny ideas.

"Don't do that." Why. "Don't wear that." Why. "You listen to what I say." Why. "I pay the bills." No you don't, since when. " Girls shouldn't like that." Why not.

I was taking up space? Outside of the safety of my locked room, I was taking up space!? In the house, in conversations?

One day I noticed,

When he dragged my mother into their room, locked the door behind them. I did not grab my sister and run for our room and I did not try to console her. I did not tell her "Ma's fine, she's fine. Shh it's okay they're just talking, like how we are? Shh, It's okay".

I found myself outside that room, fists balled, banging, screaming bloody murder, "OPEN THE DOOR!!!". Bang bang bang. "MA, ARE YOU OKAY!!!?", Bang bang bang. "I WILL BREAK IT DOWN, IF YOU DONT FUCKING OPEN RIGHT THIS SECOND". BANG. (Got myself thrown out of the house for that one x)

One day I noticed,

That I was no longer afraid of my father. I was no longer just sad over the life I was given. (maybe a little bit still, it comes and goes)

One day I noticed, that I was angry. A little of his wrath had snuck past him into my veins, and whoever could've seen that one coming.

One day he noticed, that I was no longer the love starved little girl he could kick to the corner and leave there, because he knew she would come to him if he called her name sweetly.

One day he stood there, a hand raised to hit, when he looked into my eyes, almost the same level as his, and he noticed.

I met a human today. Humans are annoying. Never stepping out of my room again.

Well where was I before I left...

Ahhh yes PTSD and all that comes with it. Well let me get the story out there. About 4 or 5 years ago I was sexually assaulted. I went through the legal process and I hope the guy (let's call him Jim) got prosecuted. You see Jim has 4 kids. 3 boys and a girl. I also think Jim has gotten away with it before I reported him. I just didn't want anyone else to go through that.

I'm jumpy around anyone my age or older who is male. Hugging a male can make it worse. The only person I felt safe with was Jasper.

just unlocked a new poncho wtf does this mean

Bear Grylls

Meet Marty, the little green man who lives in a hole and tells the most heart-wrenching stories you've ever heard. Marty may seem like a cheerful, silly little guy, but he's been through more than anyone could imagine.

Marty comes from a world far, far away, a world that was once full of life and happiness. But one day, a terrible war broke out, destroying everything he knew and loved. Marty was the only survivor, forced to flee his home and wander through the galaxy alone.

He eventually stumbled upon a small planet with a hole in the ground, and he's been living there ever since. Marty may have found a new home, but he's never been able to shake the memories of his past. Every day, he's haunted by the faces of his loved ones, who he couldn't save.

But even in the darkest of times, Marty refuses to give up on hope. He tells his stories to anyone who will listen, stories of love, courage and the power of the human spirit. He hopes that through his words, others will find the strength to keep going, just as he has.

So, if you ever come across Marty, listen closely to his stories. You may be surprised by the depth of emotion and the tragedy behind them.

One day, while Marty was exploring his hole, he stumbled upon a strange creature he'd never seen before. It was a bloomf! A fluffy, fluffy creature with a fluffy mane and a fluffy tail. Marty was amazed and asked the bloomf where it came from and how it lived. And the bloomf told Marty the most ridiculous story you've ever heard.

According to the bloomf, bloomfs come from a magical land called Flufftopia where everything is made of cotton candy and rainbows. And in this land, the bloomfs have the ability to fly by flapping their fluffy manes like wings. They also have special powers like being able to turn into any flavor of ice cream they want and making it rain sprinkles.

Marty couldn't believe his ears, but the bloomf assured him that it was all true. So, Marty decided to pack his bags and set off on an adventure to find Flufftopia.

Along the way, he met all kinds of strange creatures, like the talking cupcakes, the dancing donuts and the singing waffles. They all told him their own silly stories and Marty had the time of his life.

But the best part of his journey was when he finally reached Flufftopia and discovered that everything the bloomf had told him was true! He met the king of the bloomfs and was crowned the honorary prince of Flufftopia.

So, kids, if you ever feel bored or lonely, just remember Marty and his wild adventures with the bloomfs. You never know what kind of silly stories and magical creatures you might discover in your own backyard.

History

The saying "Only God can judge me" goes into any topics politics, religion, my Brower histo-

Alien 1: Human I need help

Human: SHI- *slam*

Alien 1: Human why did you close your device when I entered

Human: No reason

Alien: Human show me what you've been doing

Human: No, my actions are between me and God

Alien 1: YOUR ATHEIST YOU HAVE NO GOD

Human: YOU WILL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE

Alien 1:THEN ILL TAKE YOU DEAD NOW GIVE THE COMPUTER

Months without posting and I nothing to say you can judge me neither :]

They're doomed

Something wicked

I have been sick really badly so that's why I didn't draw and post, and this is how close I feel the death is from me when I'm sick

Aw nice artstyle

I love survivor, survivor te amoooo