do u think the next season of heated rivalry will address the existence of gritty

do u think the next season of heated rivalry will address the existence of gritty

Charles licks blood off his teeth.

He doesn’t mind when people call him Edwin’s guard dog. Rather likes it, actually. Not that he’d say that out loud. Sounds weird.

He’d always wished he could have a guard dog, a smart German Shepherd who listened to him and only him and would stand between him and - and, like, muggers, or Stranger Danger, on just a whispered word of command; or a tough street dog that he rescued and who loved him and only him and would throw their life in front of his just because they loved him, rip out the throat of - of anybody who wanted to hurt him.

But he’d always kinda wanted to be the guard dog, too. To stand in front of his mom or his sister and bare his teeth and growl so deep it hit primal fear instincts, made the hairs on the back of - of bad guys’ necks stand up. To be able and allowed to rip out - someone’s throat because they dared to try to hurt someone under his fucking guard.

It’s a noble and ancient profession, being a guard dog.

He doesn’t like being called Edwin’s “attack dog” quite as much, but -

He spits out the blood he’s licked off his teeth, someone else’s blood, the blood of someone who was fucking stupid enough to try to hurt Edwin, Edwin who was under his fucking guard, and grins wide and red. There’s a fine line between being a guard dog and being an attack dog, and maybe it’s okay if other people get confused sometimes.

Charles licks blood off his teeth.

He doesn’t mind when people call him Edwin’s guard dog. Rather likes it, actually. Not that he’d say that out loud. Sounds weird.

He’d always wished he could have a guard dog, a smart German Shepherd who listened to him and only him and would stand between him and - and, like, muggers, or Stranger Danger, on just a whispered word of command; or a tough street dog that he rescued and who loved him and only him and would throw their life in front of his just because they loved him, rip out the throat of - of anybody who wanted to hurt him.

But he’d always kinda wanted to be the guard dog, too. To stand in front of his mom or his sister and bare his teeth and growl so deep it hit primal fear instincts, made the hairs on the back of - of bad guys’ necks stand up. To be able and allowed to rip out - someone’s throat because they dared to try to hurt someone under his fucking guard.

It’s a noble and ancient profession, being a guard dog.

He doesn’t like being called Edwin’s “attack dog” quite as much, but -

He spits out the blood he’s licked off his teeth, someone else’s blood, the blood of someone who was fucking stupid enough to try to hurt Edwin, Edwin who was under his fucking guard, and grins wide and red. There’s a fine line between being a guard dog and being an attack dog, and maybe it’s okay if other people get confused sometimes.

the older i get the more i start hating that "traumadumping" is seen as a toxic behaviour when its actually a blatant sign that that person is struggling.

like idk about you but if my friend or aquaintance starts textwalling me on discord about their family abusing them as a child or something, my first thought isnt "ugh this is so inconsiderate of them. toxic" its "oh no i think my friend is having emotional flashbacks :(" regardless of if i have the energy to engage with them about it at the time.

the older i get the more i start hating that "traumadumping" is seen as a toxic behaviour when its actually a blatant sign that that person is struggling.

like idk about you but if my friend or aquaintance starts textwalling me on discord about their family abusing them as a child or something, my first thought isnt "ugh this is so inconsiderate of them. toxic" its "oh no i think my friend is having emotional flashbacks :(" regardless of if i have the energy to engage with them about it at the time.

this isnt even getting into how minorities are often treated as though theyre "traumadumping" just for talking about their lived experiences in a deeply bigoted society. specifically thinking of disabled people at the moment but i feel its also applicable to most other oppressed groups.

ive had some reblogs now that have brought up that its only really traumadumping if its a stranger, and while i agree that there are situations in which sharing exact details of your trauma is inappropriate, i do want to kind of reiterate that that still indicates that the person doing that is not doing well, which is what i was really trying to get at here. people who are in a good place mentally dont typically feel the need to unprompted tell a stranger about their trauma.

Thinking of that person who was treated as traumadumping at work for telling her boss about how she was threatened during her commute.

found my judblanc notes from when i got very high during orthodox christmas last week

found my judblanc notes from when i got very high during orthodox christmas last week

tequila is like drinking the tears of a very happy young woman and whiskey is like drinking the tears of a very sad old man and gin is like drinking the tears of a closeted gay man named james

tequila is like drinking the tears of a very happy young woman and whiskey is like drinking the tears of a very sad old man and gin is like drinking the tears of a closeted gay man named james

art history will be like "this is the most revolutionary painting of its time!" and you will look at it and is just a normal painting of a lady sitting under a tree and then an art historian will explain "this is the first time a painting ever used this specific shade of blue which challenged all understood conventions of how to depict light and launched a movement known as auzureism, and also the lady is looking at a sparrow which in its time it was a sign of fierce sexual liberation and it was considered scandalous" and then you find out the painter was expelled from the academy of art of stockholm because of the painting and that the king of sweeden paid three thousand marcs (equivallent to ten million dollars now a days) to have the painting in his room and the painting still looks like a generic painting of a lady under a tree

art history will be like "this is the most revolutionary painting of its time!" and you will look at it and is just a normal painting of a lady sitting under a tree and then an art historian will explain "this is the first time a painting ever used this specific shade of blue which challenged all understood conventions of how to depict light and launched a movement known as auzureism, and also the lady is looking at a sparrow which in its time it was a sign of fierce sexual liberation and it was considered scandalous" and then you find out the painter was expelled from the academy of art of stockholm because of the painting and that the king of sweeden paid three thousand marcs (equivallent to ten million dollars now a days) to have the painting in his room and the painting still looks like a generic painting of a lady under a tree

vinbit potential is always a good thing but honestly i always imagined that vinnies septum came from him dying of starvation/dehydration and he just became a version of himself from another iteration

vinbit potential is always a good thing but honestly i always imagined that vinnies septum came from him dying of starvation/dehydration and he just became a version of himself from another iteration

Btw Vera in Wake Up Dead Man is SUUUCHHHH a good metaphor for anti-abortion rhetoric.

Given a child and told she had to raise it? Put her life on hold for a child she didn’t want? All because of social, religious, and familial expectations? Yeah that sounds about right.

Btw Vera in Wake Up Dead Man is SUUUCHHHH a good metaphor for anti-abortion rhetoric.

Given a child and told she had to raise it? Put her life on hold for a child she didn’t want? All because of social, religious, and familial expectations? Yeah that sounds about right.

sometimes i wonder if we have forgotten that sharing creative work is, fundamentally, a bid for human connection. like I'm not posting art or fic for 'engagement' i'm posting it looking for other sickos to play with! i'd be making it anyway for my own gratification because there's something wrong with me, i'm sharing it hoping we can have something wrong with us together <3

sometimes i wonder if we have forgotten that sharing creative work is, fundamentally, a bid for human connection. like I'm not posting art or fic for 'engagement' i'm posting it looking for other sickos to play with! i'd be making it anyway for my own gratification because there's something wrong with me, i'm sharing it hoping we can have something wrong with us together <3