Historias de Repression

[Shubman Gill x Ishan Kishan] Hatred and tension bubble when Ishan returns to the village after a year away Shubman wants nothing more than to grab his neck and throw him down a well. [Childhood friends (?) to enemies to lovers] Alternate universe (No shit Sherlock) Village love story!! Angst, but not for long (?) Cover is kinda misleading because I am not that funny- oh wait Is my cover funny? Also, why the hell does Wattpad think my cute lil cover is "suggestive"?! XD

Denver Hayes' book The Architecture of Dehumanization: Anatomy of Global Anti-Cultism analyzes the mechanisms of suppression and dehumanization, highlighting how anti-cult ideology contributes to violence. The author examines examples of repression, including the figure of Alexander Dvorkin in Russia, and warns of the global threat this ideology poses to democratic institutions and human dignity.

Chishiya feels nothing, Niragi feels everything.

"That year, that month, that week, that day, that phone call, the very minute my pale finger hit the green answer button, the second I put the very thing gently to my ear." "He's Gone" //©Sm0lMinnie . 2018

*COMPLETED* "Liesel, what's the matter?" Max's concern was that of a mother's, so flat, but so serious. "Max, there is no one to thank left." Liesel changed her view to peer at the dusty floor. She missed Max's countenance gaping mouth and large eyes afflicted by her words. Not only had Max stolen the sky, he stole Liesel's heart too. Now, in Post-WWII Germany, the Allies have brought relief. Life is just beginning to come out of hiding, ready to blossom and flourish as it once did before. No one no longer cowers in fear. But something stirs in Russia: Communism. How will a Jew and innocent German girl make it safely in this ever-changing world that is right out their door? NOTE: This is after The Book Thief story (sequel if you will), so there are some spoilers if you haven't seen/read anything about it. However, if you don't care about the movie/book/spoilers, then it still makes for an eye opening, post-WWII fan fiction. Personally, I feel this is my best piece of writing I've ever shared on Wattpad. I hope everyone enjoys! NOTE: I DO NOT own any of the characters or the cover picture!

Content: 1)The Voice In My Head 2)Assailant 3)I Told You So

This poetry and prose collection is for all those who have ever felt repressed, restricted to be themselves by any form of entity or, even, by their own selves. This is for all those who once, twice, or have ever felt broken and the courage it took to admit it and move forward. I hope this collection relates to you in your darkest moments and lead you out to rays of hope. Here's a sneak peek: "I just wanna tear you out, dispose of you. Never see you again. You tear-jerker." ---Untitled 1 "The piano playing and the singing at long last enters a halt, during the prayer I am not thankful. I ask: when? When will I be set free?" ---When? Some of the material may be sensitive to some readers; so, reader discretion is highly advised. I hope you enjoy them and if you do, please vote and share with others! I'll hopefully be uploading new material once a week. Thank you and happy reading!

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A series of stories depicting the deaths of each side. TAGS/TRIGGER WARNINGS: - Prinxiety - Logicality - Dukeceit - Remile? Idk if they'll be in this - Major Character Death - Death (ANY CAUSE OF DEATH, INCLUDING VIOLENCE) - Panic Attacks - Anxiety Attacks - Vomit - Self Harm - Suicide Attempts - Suicide - Severe Mental Distress/Trauma - Repression - (Possibility of Disassociation?) - (Possibility of Murder?) - (Possibility of Gore?) - (Possibility of Blood?) - (Possibility of Torture?) - Absolute Soul Crushing Angst

Poetry is when we confine our thoughts to a certain poetic extent Brevity is soul of poetry I am a repressed person who has broken free of his inhibitions

A world that is crowded with people could still feel like a very lonely place. This is a story about how you can be in a very crowded place, but the bite of loneliness still feels deeper when that one specific person is not around.

Sonder: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk. HE is a boy brought up an raised to be a southern gentleman. A boy who is confident, social, and yet never too involved. He's a hard worker and he's set up the foundations of what is to be a good life, thanks to his parents' strict regime – 'there is a time for everything and this is not a time for relationships' – which has, so far, worked. But there is still a part of him somewhere that wonders what would happen if he stepped to the other side, where life isn't so completely set out for him. But instead he's thrown headfirst into it and everything changes overnight. SHE is a girl defined by her family – traditional, southern, and introverted. And so far, life has set her out on a good path – she's content with being an indoors girl, reserved, quiet, studious. But in this new world, where inhibitions are let loose and set free to reign, she finds herself crumbling as she is torn between everything she has been brought up with and that small, repressed part of her that is unleashed one night. And one night changes everything. Sonder: Everyone has a story. This is theirs.

Harry potter: The Boy Who Lied. With such a title and pointedly not allowed the right to refute and not like there was any gain to being his ally either. He couldn't dare ask that of the grownups. When his stupid temper consistently gave them reason to be disappointed and stressed at him. Which was what allowed this mess. A perfect suburban street, perfectly identical, perfectly clinical and apathetic. To the gaunt, sickly force purveying the mind of the Boy Who Lived... Solemnly he swears to keep vigil in a blood red lens.

Poetry is breaking past the inhibitions that hold you down,celebrating what you like and staying true to yourself Brevity is soul of poetry and our life should be like that small but concise quality matters not the quantity

A dystopian socirty names Pristinus where no one has names or identities, or free will and thought. Until one day, a citizen rises up and bursts the bubbles.

Random oneshots of reddie. I love these boys more than I love my own mother. *fluff *angst Started:9/5/20 Finished:

A critical study of the transformation of the Russian Orthodox Church into an ideological instrument of power. The author analyzes how the 2022 "Prayer for Holy Russia" became a symbol of the rejection of the Gospel commandments, traces the history of the integration of the Russian Orthodox Church with the state since Stalin's era, and documents the repression directed against anti-war clergy. The book reveals the systemic nature of the crisis within the modern Moscow Patriarchate.

A letter to the person that I used to be.

A poem based off the feeling of faking an emotion when around other people.