The World Moves Around My Body, Sensations Ghosts On My Empty Form. I Hear The Sound Of Life, Of People,

So there's a really specific type of fic I LOVE but struggle to find, as I don't know the tag (or if one even exists).

Has anyone found fanfics that involve someone with super hearing/access to a person's heart monitor readout being able to tell that someone is in distress and helping them? Bonus if there is panic/tears involved

Please Tumblr I beg of thee

Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.

Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.

I have never once wished for Tolkien to still be alive as much as I do in this moment

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My transgender ass be sitting in the corner like headdownheaddownHEADDOWN- until I can go cry in my room and watch queer people on YouTube to escape...

Anyway that's gonna be an interesting conversation in a couple years time

Am I the good boy? Really??

Voices

It lingers there in the back of my mind, dormant, dark, so far from alone, poisoning me from the inside out, her voice, his, in the back of my head. Then mine. It slithers, hidden, through the back of my mind, blood, cuts, burns, fill me up inside, spilling through the cracks of my skin, death's voice, mine, in the back of my head. Then theirs. It crowds, insistent, in the back of my mind, hatred, abuse, all bundled as one, tearing me from the place I call safe, their voices, all, in the back of my head.

This poem is about my experience being trans in a household where being out could be potentially unsafe, and hearing people around me that are meant to protect, nurture and support me insult and make fun of people like me. It talks about bad coping mechanism, and how when I try to escape online to people who accept and understand me, despite having no idea who I am, there are always bigots there to insult and degrade me for something I have no choice over. That and given the current situation in the UK, I think all us trans and LGBTQIAP+ people could do with a break, soooo yeah! Feel free to vent in the comment, but please be kind. Now more than ever, we must stick together. Stay safe out there! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈♥️

Scars

My body is littered with Scars that I made. Pinks and bright whites, ridges and dips, a minefield of lines hide what's underneath. A broken soul and an empty heart, the remnants of a shattered boy, smashed by the ones who were meant to protect. Surviving the only way I know how, with Scars on my skin and my shattered soul.

This is about my struggle with sh, how my scars are something I'm scared of people seeing, but are still somehow things I look at and feel a strange love for. How I feel so numb and tired all the time, and how when I do feel it is dulled a distant, and I don't know what it is. How I was broken by people who's love was meant to be unconditional, yet they caused me pain in form of screamed words, sarcastic sneered comments, ridicule and physical hurt. How the only way they left me to cope was through taking control of who hurt me by hating and hurting myself. I'm going to have to learn how to heal these shards and learn to feel again when I get out, but for now I must only survive. Albeit slightly healthier than I did or sometimes still do, as I have had to teach myself how to help and work with my brain. To people out there who feel the same, I hear you. You will not always live in silent fear. I promise. ✌️♥️🌱