Saw This Huge Beautiful Parade Of Boreal Wardens N Thought I Should Share

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.

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

who just sent me money “for being perfect”

PLEASE UNMUTE THIS. PLEASE. 

Hey you. You reading this. Yes. You're all of these words.

WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF: BEAUTIFUL

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “beautiful” to describe things/people/etc in your writing? Try using these words instead:

stunning

gorgeous

breathtaking

mesmerizing

lovely

beauteous

cute

alluring

charming

dashing

pretty

majestic

ravishing

dazzling

striking

adorable

enticing

captivating

dreamy

astonishing

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

spoiler ahead :P 

I know that Mass Effect 3 gets a lot of shit - and fuck knows it deserves it - but I swear it also has the ability to make me feel more emotions than any other piece of media ever has.

Forget the endings bullshit, and the ridiculousness of Kai Leng - it's about Javik's voice when he asks you "Why didn't you prepare for the reapers, human?" It's the old lady whose daughter is dead on earth, but she doesn't know, and doesn't remember she's talking to her asari daughter in law. It's the kid in the refugee camp, waiting for her parents. It's Mordin singing Amazing Grace, Thane's last prayer, Legion and Tali on Rannoch - does this unit have a soul? It's asking the elcor ambassador how many of his people you managed to save and hearing "Not. Enough." It's hearing the casualty reports over the radio in London - areas reporting 90, 95 percent casualties - and knowing there's nothing you can do. It's hearing Anderson whisper "You did good, child" as he dies. It's hearing Hackett's voice and standing up one last time, ready to fight, ready to die.

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?