Adventures In Babysitting: A Saga

this blog hates donald trump

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

The movie Wicked is proof that any source material can be vastly improved by simply making the intense female friendship much gayer + the mutual male love interest both wildly bisexual and lowkey down to just be their third

you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.

WELCOME TO THE TUMBLR SEXYREMATCH

Hi, I'm sexymanotd. You may know me as the asshole from twitter who ran the original Tumblr Sexyman Tournament. I have tumblr polls now. Who's up for round two?

Here's the bracket—

Each round will last one day, and each matchup will get their own post. They'll all be tagged "#round one" etc on my blog, and I'll also update this masterpost with links to every poll.

Btw, my inbox is open for links to any fanart that might get made this time around.

As always, I hate some of these characters and I hope they get obliterated, and the winner will be taken to Baskin Robbins and given a small cone. My treat.

hold on a fucking second. delaware is a state?? i thought it was a river? or is the river more important than the state? why don't i know this? (i should mention i don't like in america, i'm just confused)

there is delaware (state) and delaware (river) 

both are equally strange

the state is a tiny little cryptid thing

the rive is a monster that spans new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and delaware. also washington crossed it once and that was like kinda a big deal i guess. like crossing the rubicon in rome.

the state tries to me more important with its “im the first state!!!” bs (seriously its even on the fucking license plates) but we all know. its the river.

Because I realized no one has made one yet!I'll keep adding songs

"You should tell her. Preferably before you get old."

I freaked out

Notes

- wounds on the mouth means they've said something wrong

- wounds on the ears mean they've heard something wrong

- wounds on, in, or around the eyes means they've seen something wrong.

-Wounds on their hands can mean many things, from thieves all the way to murderers.

- open wounds and constant bleeding mean the pain is fresh or still hurting them

- bruses mean they have been physically abused in that spot

- wounds on their head and above their heart mean mental and emotional pain.

- cuts on wrists mean attempted suicide or thoughts of suicide

- The more severe the wounds the more painful the memory.

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These were facts I figured out the hard way. I guess I thought I could use my gift to heal everyone. I made it my life goal to help the people with their wounds.

Often I would see wounds heal and stop bleeding. A few times I've seen scars fade. Even seeing a little cut fade away made me smile because I can say I've tried and helped.

I guess I had to learn the hard way that I couldnt help everyone.

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I had a routine before I went to work. In my undergarment I'd look in the mirror and focus.

My lips have been torn off and the remaining skin stitched shut. My ears were mangled, they look like they've got into a shreader. There were cuts over and around my eyes.

Those were the minor wounds. My neck had a bruise circling the front, a dark purple handprint. Other bruises littered my entire body. There were two hand print bruises on each side of my hips. My hands were mangled and broken beyond repair. Multiple deep cuts on my wrists.

But the worst wounds were my heart and head. Where my heart should be was a gaping hole, the shape of the rim made it look like someone had stuck their hand in my chest and pulled out my heart. On my forehead was a gun shot wound.

Each and every wound, even after all these years, still dripped blood.

I counted each and every single wound and recalled how I got them. Mental, physical, and emotional abuse. Forced actions. Rape. Death threats. Degradation from family, friends and strangets. Trauma. Self inflicted wounds. Multiple suicide attempts.

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I take a deep breath and release. I put on my clothes and go to work.

I unlock a door that had the plack "Dr.-- Psychiatrist" mounted on the wall next to it. I flip the "Doctor is in" sign. I sit in my chair, look through files and checking my schedule.

I've dedicated my life to make sure no one else gets the same wounds I do. No one should suffer this way and if I can help then I will.

I know my patients can make it. After all, my 14 year old self has made it this far.

You’re born with the ability to see a person’s internal pain as if it were a physical injury. Most people have at least a few scratches, while some people look like they’ve fallen off of cliffs. One day, you see someone in the worst state you’ve ever seen anyone before.