#but it sounds like they're cleaning or doing dishes or just stomping on the floor or whatever

[tardis--dreams]

You wouldn't think it was possible for me to hate anyone more than i hate my neighbor. But let me introduce you to my new most behated person in the world: my Other neighbor

#idk what they're doing everynight until like 4am #but it sounds like they're cleaning or doing dishes or just stomping on the floor or whatever #there's Constant banging that's barely blocked out by my earplugs #barely but it's possible #however every two minutes or so there is a particularly Loud bang that scared the shit out of me #a few times because it sounded like it came from my own room #they're also watching something so you hear muffled voices which is truly disgusting #this has been going on for weeks but I'm genuinely too exhausted to even neighbor hate post on here #it's not even anger anymore #just suffering #i literally cried earlier because of this lmao #kill them #now whenever neighbor 1 is quiet neighbor 2 is loud #and vice versa #and sometimes they're both loud #i want to die

[mayathescientist]

hey tumblr! may I interest you in a guy who

1) lived with manfred von karma and kinda took care of the von karma kids

2) was a medical professional, a prosecutor, a criminal and a postman at different points in his life, some of it simultaneously

3) is a huge failure of a person and willingly a walking comic relief

WARNING: this post is about 2k words long so like Buckle Up. also this a followup to the post I made about him on this blog before! because a lot of people seemed to like it huh ( @aceoflilies) (drawing by @nebravsky I have my own drawings of him but hers is the best)

his name is umaru keigo (first name second name), I don't establish his exact age for my own comfort, but let's just say his backstory involves around fifteen years with mvk and he was already in his twenties when it started.

so, what happened exactly?

manfred didn’t actually want to take him in – at first. imagine, if a witness from your trial came to you on a recess, fell down on their knees and begged you for protection – protection from a criminal organization they _knowingly_ betrayed by testifying against. they are right in from of you, crying and shaking, saying they have nowhere to go, saying they'll be murdered, asking for your help – any help you can give. you don't have to let them stay with you – but they'll be useful if you do. but you are _manfred von karma_, just back from your vacation of shame you had to take after dl-6, your shoulder pain is still eating you alive, it's the first case you take after a vacation and you don't want it turning into a disaster and bring the entire mob into this – you've got enough on your plate already and enough reasons to refuse. the most obvious one is – it's only their responsibility they'll be eaten alive after trial, and court is not a place where things like this are resolved. but then this pathetic mess on the floor repeats they'll be of help and can repay you – they have skills – they're a doctor. then you stop for a second and consider. you don't need medical intervention – in fact, you actively avoid it – but your children might, and it would be pretty handy if you didn't have to send them to a public clinic each time. every time you stayed in a public hospital since the start of your career, a thousand eyes were glued to you. what if your children just recover quietly each time and don't have to show their imperfection? what if you had a _private medic_?

it didn't sound so bad, so manfred von karma decided to let him stay for a while – for as long as he would need to get back on his feet, which theoretically shouldn't be that much time. but if he has to stay for longer, he'd have to prove his worth and usefullness.

umaru didn't really have much of a choice, let's be real. either you get stomped to death by sharks with baseball bats or stay with this man and work for him. move to germany with him. spend years upon years slowly growing your roots into him.

the truth is, umaru wouldn't get back on his feet on his own. he got into crime in the first place, because he couldn't get employed after getting a diploma and now had to find something else to do and adjust to everyday life in the city he studied in – which wasn't his native city, but he couldn't go back to his hometown having failed his family. they had no place for an adult jobless man. they were raising new young kids and barely making it for themselves. he had nowhere to go back to and no considerably better option, than working for manfred von karma.

he had others things to do except working, – cleaning the house, even though it wasn't formally his responsibility, doing laundry, dishes, sometimes even cooking for von karma's children, if they were hungry and mvk himself wasn't home; chatting with the other housekeeper, a german lady, frau iren, making out time for his hobbies – for example, his herbarium, bowling and his favorite books; secretly steal books from von karma's shelves. but pretty soon he realized, that he was trapped.

pretty soon he found, that he was irrevocably losing parts of himself. was fading away.

the past without von karma, not even that distant yet, began to seem like a life that he never lived, felt like a fever dream. if it weren't for the von karma kids, he would have felt his life is absolutely pointless.

after all, the entire point of it was to help people. and manfred doesn't need help. (says he doesn't need help.) working in a public hospital is not an option after all his problems with law and a previous failure. and he just isn't good for anything else, really – just healing, jestering and bowing to kings.

manfred was his new king. umaru was grateful for his help, looked up to how manfred did his job and immensely respected him as a prosecutor, feared him and knew that manfred is the biggest person in his life right now. but there was one thing he couldn't overlook despite all of that. just like the previous king, manfred von karma was evil. keigo saw how he treats his children, setting them up to be rivals on a race to perfection, and couldn't interfere – could only be there for the kids and subtly let them know _he_ doesn't need them to be perfect, knowing its not enough – knowing that he is forever cemented as complicit.

that's why he did the best he could by putting on a clown face and just being their little jester to lighten up the mood. miles always just sort of tried to stay away from him, his offerings of help and silly jokes, but on the inside grew to really appreciate the fact that this person is always around; franziska kinda made him a scapegoat for all her anger as a child, since he was in a vulnerable position and the house and was such a person to just laugh it off anyway, but even though she would always give him the "foolish fool" treatment, she'd sometimes leave her pride at the door and come to him for help (mostly for medical issues).

he depended on their well-being to be okay and loved them too much for someone who was not really supposed to even speak with them unless they were sick. he watched them grow up and smiled at their victories.

and eventually, they Grew Up. eventually, everything came to turnabout goodbyes. and in one day, in a blink of an eye, without knowing or fully understanding why, umaru lost his job, his wall of protection from those who sought to revenge him, his normal everyday life and his illusion that he ever really knew manfred von karma.

shortly after aa1-4, miles told him to leave and, ideally, forget all the years he was forced to spend in this house. (miles didn't want him to know what he's going to do. thats partially why.) franziska has almost convinced herself she didn't need anyone's help by that time, so she acted like she didn't care. (it actually just wasn't The straw that broke the camel's back. it actually did hurt.)

and so, he really left!

in truth, when he was sneaking away books from von karma's shelves, he ended up reading a lot of law books – first on accident, then on purpose. he watched manfred von karma fight crime and deep inside himself, harbored an unachievable dream of one day becoming a prosecutor just like manfred to finally get his previous kings behind bars. he thought that maybe, if he would eventually be able to do this, he would redeem himself even a little. he held back for years, convinced by von karma he would most definitely just die on the streets if he ever left. but now he was ready to give it a shot, since he had nothing left to do. he went to a country with flexible politics regarding student age (its probably germany in that universe, considering how both franziska who became a prosecutor at 13 and klavier gavin, who had in 17, studied there). he took the law major.

when he comes back from studying, (phoenix is not disbarred and he won't be, this is my au I do what I want), and the events of a fancase unfold. this is the first case in court umaru ever takes, and his actions are controled by another person. miles was hurt during the investigation of it, and so keigo takes the case instead of him and takes care of him while he's not in court or investigating. but here's the thing – miles edgeworth still wanted to factually run the case. so all the facts discovered in the investigation umaru just reported to him without really making a case of his own, and then miles would make a theory for umaru to go to court with and after trials umaru would come to him with updates so that he could build a new theory. you can all imagine what his performance in court using someone else's theory you cant easily make changes to would be like; he tried to compensate by being funny about it and getting the defense to talk about unrelated (usually medical) things, but that didn't help hide the fact that he didn't do a single bit of thinking of his own. phoenix didn't even know he can be That annoyed by a prosecutor and just met him after a trial and said can you please go back to being a doctor. I call it umaru's puppet prosecutor era and I didn't really have to include it but I just! like it a lot

then the events of another fancase (like four of them actually?) unfold and it's too long and complicated to fully explain, especially in this already very long post, its just an au ive been doing with my brother who is absolutely wonderful, – what I wanted to say is, then the events of another fancase unfold, and umaru helps expose a part of the truth about that crime organization he betrayed while also publicly revealing his connection to them, blowing the minds of miles and franziska in the gallery. after that trial, he's not a prosecutor anymore; for his less than pleasant past and connections he really swiftly gets his badge taking away and is assigned correctional labor as punishment. he can't reveal any more truth about them in court, even if he wanted to, but he hands it over to miles and phoenix, knowing they can do this. and so, losing his badge and his entire reputation, umaru starts his life anew for the third or fourth time now – as a postman.

theres so much more I didn't get to tell here, like that story about how he came to love bowling, his emotions behavior jokes breakdowns throughout all of that, the fact that he's a trans man and his transition process, all of the personal relationships he developed outside the von karma kids, with gumshoe with phoenix with lana skye, I didn't even get to tell you more about how the von karma kids reacted to their childhood caretaker and also kinda actually a friend being freshly from the criminal world when he first found himself on their doorstep, how von karma helped him fake his documents, this is all just a really basic outline of the story he has but it has so much more! I just hope that with this long abomination of a post I got you to care about this guy even half as much as I do!!

#maya posts #maya writing #Kinda #maya's aa oc tag #I really do hope someone will read this whole thing but you don't really have to #dont know if I should tag this w the general aa tag. I think I shouldn't so im not going to

[silenthillbunni]

im still mad ._.

😭😭😭😭 fr im just so annoyed like i dont actually want my neighbors to die. they make me so angry and im irritable and it makes me feel better to make an offhand comment abt it that wont even make a difference to their lives. they will keep making noise everyday. they will go to work and they have friends and partners and they're living their lives w support and care and love. i sit in my room and rot all alone, going crazy by all the noise since my brain is so weak. in my experience, asking someone politely to consider the noise they're making only makes them agressive and vengeful (i.e they'll start making even more noise just to mess w u). the only thing i can do is to take my anger and express it in an agressive way in a space away from them. i have never killed anyone. i most likely never will (sorry but i cant promise i wouldnt kill a rapist, pedophile or animal abuser). i have never acted agressively or violently against my neighbors. if i heard they died i wouldnt celebrate (i would most likely just go 'oh that sucks :/' then go on abt my day bc even if u dont wanna admit it that's how most ppl would react). im not actively doing anything to cause them to die. i am not making plans that i want to carry out. all i do is make a comment born out of frustration and rage (bc honestly apartments shouldnt even be built to let noise thru) bc that's all i can do to channel my emotions.

"just bc they make noise" yeah bc i have to sit here every single fkn day and listen to every step they (3 apartment units) take. every cabinet they slam. every door they close. every chair they scrape against the floor. the guy next to me stands in his kitchen for hours some days, and i can hear him bang stuff in the sink. the ones in the apartment above him stand in their kitchen once in the morning and once in the afternoon and bangs smth (sounds like a hammer kinda) for 20 mins. in the middle of the night at 3 am when im trying to sleep they start making a noise that i can hear thru my earplugs so i cant sleep. the guy above me is drilling and hammering stuff regularly, which sounds like he's in the room next to me doing that. he also does smth that cause rhytmic bangs that can last for hours. they generate noise every single day. all throughout the day. im lucky if i can get 15 mins straight where it's quiet.

the thing is i've lived here for 25yrs. it's NEVER been this bad. one guy above me had a surround sound system and had it on high volume for an hour every morning but that was the only thing i heard. another neighbor next to me i could hear when they put away their clean dishes but i couldnt hear anything else. these apartments do not have "thin walls". sound does not easily slip thru. it does that when the inhabitants have no furniture and no decorations/stuff on the walls. and in combination with being heavy handed/heavy footed (some ppl are prone to clomping around while other ppl are light on their feet. some ppl use force to slam cabinets and doors instead of just closing them). ppl who live here recently are students, so they live here for a couple of years and therefore dont bother to get furniture. and that causes their apartments to let out all noise they make. ofc u can blame the architecture (again, buildings should be built to let thru noise). but i've never experienced this kind of noise from neighbors before, smth has changed lately). also bc of trauma im hypervigilant and my brain takes in and process everything in my surroundings. all of the constant bangs, stomps, and diverse noise makes my heart rate spike and makes me stressed, tense and angry. i have a high blood pressure bc of this. (plus theres noise everywhere constantly bc of construction outside so i never get to relax). my brain isnt healthy or normal when it comes to noise. that isnt my fault or smth i can control. it's also not smth therapy or medication can fix. my noise sensitivity makes me suicidal. and ofc thats no one's fault. my neighbors' are just living their lives, they dont care abt me and therefore they arent doing it with the intent to harm me

but im still in psychological agony bc of it. it's not their fault and thats why im not knocking on their doors and threatening to kill them if they dont shut up. but it's still driving me insane and thats why im venting abt my frustrations, expressing myself in a way that lightens my rage. for self preservation. 'wishing' death on someone actually isnt as straighforward as wanting it to happen. or making it happen. or being happy if it happened. if they died someone else would just move in and continue the noise. but in the moment it makes me feel better so i will say it. ppl have genuinely wished death upon ppl for way less. hell, ppl are out there killing other ppl for bs! women are being chopped up and buried in pieces by the men they thought loved them. yet i am a horrible monster for venting my frustrations without actually intentionally irrepairably hurting someone?

anyway humans are making so much uneccesaary noise every day all the time. sm noise that dont need to exist. it wouldnt have to if society was better. i mean, the noise of fireworks kills millions of animals every year. noise can have a psychological and physical affect on many many ppl. you are lucky and fortunate if noise doesnt affect you. but ppl whose brains arent wired like you exist. and it is we who have to live in a world that is constructed to cause us harm every single day. i am allowed to be angry bc this is what my life is gonna be like every single day. i am allowed to vent in a way that is personally uncomfortable to you, bc it will never change and i know it never will. i am never gonna kill anyone bc they make noise. but that co exists w the fact that there's a lot of noise that humans make that is completely unessecary, but no one cares bc most ppl are normal and they dont care abt what ppl with sensory issues have to go thru.

im also allowed to vent abt my emotions in a way that is uncomfortable to u. maybe thats too much for u, and thats valid. but you need to recognize that you should just go hmm that's not it for me, and then move on and be on your way. it's condescending and arrogant to force ppl to only express themselves in a way you personally approve of. you and i may not value things the same, and therefore there's no reason for us to co exist in the same space. it might be "just noise" to you, but to me noise is excrutiating and affects me so deeply it gives me suicidal and homicidal emotions as well as physical stress responses that take a toll on my physical health.

[jobean12-blog]

Hey honey!! I hope you're having a wonderful day!! I have a request based on what we talked about the other day hehehe!! Where beefy!Bucky buys boxers a size smaller and teases reader by walking around in them in their room and when they're in the common room with the team he sits opposite her and is wearing a size smaller in jeans too so it shows his glorious bulge and her eyes almost drop out of her head and he's just sat there being all cocky (haha) and stuff?

A Tight Argument 

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,152

Summary: Bucky gets himself some new pairs of boxers because he knows how much you like them. 

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for this fun request my love! I so hope you enjoy it! I love writing Bucky as a tease and we both know how much we love him in anything tight to accentuate all his parts (because they are all so good) love you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: teasing, fluff, Bucky’s thighs and bulge (haha), light implied smut 

Folding laundry was not on your list of favorite things to do, but you had help from Bucky so that always made things better. “We are almost done, babe!” you sing, doing a little dance in happiness. Bucky’s eyes light up at the sight, tickling your side and saying, “thank god, I’m starving!”

“You’re always hungry, babe,” you tease, poking him back. Reaching into the bottom of the hamper you find the last pile of clothes, all of Bucky’s underwear. Pulling them out to fold you notice there are some new ones, “hey Buck, did you buy new boxer briefs, I don’t remember these?” you ask, holding up two pairs.

“I did. Some of the old ones got stretched out and I know how much you enjoy me in my tight boxers,” he replies, wiggling his eyebrows. “Ugh, I knew I should have never said anything to you!” you say lightly. “You didn’t have to say anything, y/n, you were practically drooling.”

Huffing, you throw the last pair at his face and stomp out of the bedroom, determined to find some food. Bucky emerges a few minutes later with a lop-sided grin, “whatcha eatin’?” he asks as he wraps his arms around your middle.

You scoop another bite of ice cream and turn around in his arms, feeding it to him, “something almost as yummy as you.” His smile is wicked, “it is pretty tasty,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you with a strawberry ice cream flavored tongue.

After an afternoon of training followed by a team meeting with Steve you and Bucky head off to clean up and relax for the day. Shuffling around the kitchen trying to figure out what to do for dinner you don’t hear Bucky enter the room until he asks, “need some help, doll?”

You spin around, nearly dropping the eggs and milk. “Jeez Bucky, warn a girl will ya!” He chuckles, coming around the counter to grab the ingredients from you, “what were you thinking of making with eggs and milk?” he counters.

You don’t answer him, staring at his clothes, or lack thereof. “What are those?” you ask, voice merely a whisper as you point to his crotch area. “Oh, my new boxers!” he says far too cheerfully and you’re already onto his little game.

“I see,” you deadpan, turning around and bending to retrieve some veggies from the fridge. You’re sure to spend some extra time with your ass in the air, the boy shorts you’re wearing doing little cover it. “I thought we could have breakfast for dinner! Omelets, pancakes and some bacon, how does that sound?”

Bucky’s gaze is heated as he replies, “delicious, baby.” You saunter past him, “great, let’s get to cookin’! But you might want to throw on some clothes, that bacon grease gets hot!” You stare him down with a blank look, refusing to give in yet.

“I’ll be fine, it’s hot in here anyway.” He moves behind you, reaching up to grab some plates and as he leans against your back you can feel the hardness of his body. Sticking your ass into his crotch you feel the throb of his cock easily through the thin fabric of his boxers.

“I’m starving,” you say as you turn to scoot under this arm. Moving across the kitchen you start to chop vegetables for the omelets.  “Me too, I’ll set the table then start the bacon,” Bucky says as he gathers plates and utensils.

You find it hard to tear your eyes away from his body as he moves back and forth carrying various things to the table. The tight boxers do little to hide the thick muscles of his thighs and his bulge is on full display. You inwardly groan, wanting to just give up and let him have his way with you, but you tighten your resolve and focus on the vegetables.

Bucky prepares the pan and starts cooking the bacon, dinner on the table in a short time. Everything is delish, including Bucky, shirtless at the table. He offers to wash the dishes, standing at the sink with his ass in perfect view.

“Fuck it” you mutter under your breath, walking over and hugging him from behind. You finders smooth over his chiseled abs, dancing their way down to the waistband of his boxers. He sucks in a breath as your hand dips below and gently strokes his smooth skin.

Shutting the water, Bucky turns in your arms, grabbing your ass in a firm squeeze just as Friday alerts the whole tower that Tony wants to see everyone in the common room stat. You both let out a loud groan of frustration, “what the fuck,” Bucky blurts out, gritting his teeth.

“Let’s hurry and get in there so we can get this over with,” you say, going to grab some pants. Bucky follows you and puts on jeans and a tee shirt. It isn’t until you’re walking out the door that you notice it’s the pair of jeans that fits extra snug. So snug, his ass and thighs can barely be contained.

Upon entering the common room, you see that most of the team had the same idea and seats are sparse. “Grab us a seat, I’m gonna get some water,” you whisper to Bucky before heading into the kitchen. He finds the only free spot, sitting next to Clint with his legs spread wide and a shit eating grin on his face.

“What’s up with you, Buck?” Clint asks, eyeing Bucky curiously. “Nothing really,” he replies, eyes fixed on your form in the kitchen. Clint follows his eyeline, “ugh, forget I asked,” he mumbles. Bucky chuckles, watching as you make your way toward him.

Your eyes roam over his body, landing on the obvious bulge in his tight jeans. Your eyes widen, Bucky loving your reaction as he keeps his gaze on you. Stopping at the couch across from him you sit on the edge, clearly lost in your own dirty thoughts as Tony starts talking.

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like hours, your skin feeling hot and the room suddenly too quiet. “Hey, y/l/n, Earth to y/n!” Tony’s voice rips you from your daydream, nearly sending you careening to the floor, “what?” Everyone in the room chuckles, your cheeks turning bright red as you duck your head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this quick so you can get back to wherever you were in that head of yours,” Tony teases.

Bucky pulls his plush bottom lip between his teeth, spreading his legs just a bit further apart as he raises his eyebrows in your direction, blowing you a kiss. You give him your best dirty look, squeezing your legs together as you feel the wetness collect between them. He gives you a knowing look, his large hands gripping his thighs tighter as he licks his lips.

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