#so can my brain shut the FUCK up 🙃

[landofgay]

brains are so stupid

#what is it about lingering depression that makes me think 'relationships are too exhausting and too much work and i cant do it' #second day in a row ive felt this!! which is silly cause i am so in love rn its unreal!!!! #and he makes me SO HAPPY. being with him makes me so happy and at peace #so can my brain shut the FUCK up 🙃 #gosh i will say tho i am amazed he just has 0 red flags not even any like. Pink Flags. or whatever idk #like theres no red flags there arent even little things that normally could bother me!!!! #he mumbles a bit and interrupts a bit but i do the same and we are both getting better at that heheheh #and he makes so many typos when hes texting me but its kinda cute tbh 🥰🥰even if i have to decipher what hes saying sometimes #and we are just so compatible in all the important ways 🥰🥰🥰

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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#head instructor to the TAs in the lab section i TA for: how r u guys feeling abt the workload? #me who hasnt graded anything since week 1 and spent an hr that morning filling out a patient safety plan: 🙃 #listen. we r experiencing symptoms that make us shitty at our job. which is not helpful for a positive outlook #i was also experiencing horrible cramps at the time bc i lost my ibuprofen and 2 days ago i stopped the birth control in a desperate effort #to stop feeling terrible. but in this moment i feel alright. its wild to go from drastically unhappy to like lol wtf was that? anyway stop #being a bby loser. for no obvious reason. im gonna start the birth control again to see if i get depressed again or if that was just me lol #i dont think my therapist understands the depth of my executive functioning issues tho. bc im a grad student and can meet deadlines. like #let me tell u im a fucking disaster abt starting things. i will go back and forth and get nothing done forever. or i do things halfway and #make everything 30 times more difficult later bc no one else understands how my brain works #ah well. itll b fine. sometimes i just get freaked out that i wanna b better and i dont kno how to do that. so i spiral in despair a lil #ill b fine. im good at catching myself before i get too out of control. annoyingly tho i am not currently beating the bip0lar allagations #bc whatever tf is wrong with me i do probably fit the diagnostic criteria for bip0lar 2. i dont kno y that freaks me out so much. i guess #its bc it feels like something i cant just make better thru force of will and i grew up in a home that was very obsessively #health conscious to the point my dad gets anxious abt taking a single ibuprofen. so like ive been conditioned to get freaked out by #medication. literally my grandma will call me and tell me to b suspicious of doctors and to not take medicine unless absolutely necessary. #like lady u r the genetic reason i have 0cd shut the fuck up. also it feels like something that would more negatively affect how ppl think #of u than saying oh yea i get depressed or i have anxiety. like the connotation feels worse im used to just telling ppl whatever tf #my problem is. so the idea of holding something back feels weird. which annoys me bc i dont think there should b so much of a stigma. its #bullshit. anyway idk. im tired. i was trying to think of a comfort tv show with my therapist and all i could think was the terror #when im depressed i wanna watch those English mother fuckers suffer and die. i just lov that show so much. harry g00dsir my beloved. the #most me coded character to ever exist #unrelated

[tardis--dreams]

At this point i hate pms more than my actual period. Like, yeah I'll take a few days of agony over whatever the fuck is going on the weeks before that

#Good news is i finally got the medication in form of tablets (instead of capsules) #So i can start taking them and in a few months i can evaluate if they work or not 🙃 #Bad news #I forgot to bring my pain killers and probably will have to cope with Ibuprofen if my body decides to have mercy on me #And just fucking gets started with my period instead of the passive aggressive shit it's doing rn #(maybe tw eating disorders -> #The weeks leading up to my period are always the worst eating and body image wise #Like i can cope because i know it's ''normal'' and will get better as soon as it starts #But i still feel gross and it's fucked up my brain *still* does that stupid thing where I feel like i committed a crime whenever I eat 'too #much' #Also i feel weak every time and in consequence can't work out as usual and it fucks with my well-being even more #Anyway #shut up amy

[holybibly]

i know i’ve seen one like this out there but like sports players ateez… just holy 🙃

like can you imagine what it’d be like to be a cheerleader (literally) and then finding out they’ve been perving over you in your uniform and they decide that they have to have you and slowly one by one they add themselves into your little reverse harem … MM!

I LOVE harems, and I have no shame about it. I hate to have to make choices when I can have it all. 

You just piss them off—literally everything about you, from that extra-short puffy skirt and that cute tight top to those damn pom-poms and those stupid ponytails with the pink ribbons on them. You're so cheeky and proud that you don't even look in their direction. 

You don't admire them, and don't drool all over the floor. You don't put your wet knickers in their lockers or send them naked pictures. These facts literally scratch them from the inside out. The burning hatred eats away at their brains. Who do you think you are? They're a bloody star football team—titled, rich, and sexy. And you—you're just a pathetic bouncing girl, and they won't talk about how much they stare at your tits when you do jumping jacks. 

This whole nonsense is Hongjoog's fault. It was his idea to drag you into the shower after the match, and Woosan evil accomplices just added fuel to the fire. But you gave them hell. You nearly ripped out Hongjoong's beautiful cat eyes, you kicked and bit them, making them look like they survived a fight with a wildcat.

God, all that fire in your little body set them off in such a way that from that moment on, well, nothing went as planned. 

You were terribly annoying; that's what Yeosang told himself as he pinned you against the shelves in a corner of the library. He didn't like girls like that—so loud and so rude. That's what he told himself over and over again as he feverishly tore off your shirt and kissed everything he could get his hands on. He just wanted to get a taste of it. Just a taste. He said to himself pushing his fingers into your pussy.

All those little skirts and cute little bows-you're definitely an attention whore. You just begged to be fucked.

And Wooyoung was driven mad by the fact that it was never him who did it. All your smiles, all your sweet words, all your sultry looks - you gave them to everyone, but never to him. And it fucking irritated him. It annoyed him so much that one day he just grabbed you in class, bent you over the table and spanked your juicy, perfect bottom until it was red and covered in his handprints. Of course, he took your knickers with him.

You were such an arrogant, bloody teacher's pet, and God, Seonghwa just wanted to shut your smart mouth with his fat cock, which is pretty much what he did. It was amazing to see you kneeling as he fucked you in the mouth. He was holding your head in place as he slid his big cock over your tongue, pushing it deeper and deeper until the head hit the back of your throat and you were choking on it. God, it was exactly what he'd had in his mind all the time. And he wanted more of it. 

Mean, aren't you? You're so damn mean that everything about you sets Jongho's cold, collected temper on fire. 

Bad girls have to be punished. They're taught to obey by having their cute skirts pulled up and their slutty wet cunt spanked until they learn to behave. And he teaches you that lesson by pinning you to the dressing room bench with one hand while he mercilessly spanks your pussy with the other. He will do this until you're squeal and squirm, begging him to stop, or do you just want more?

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby. You are going to beg for my cock until you start to sob. You know how to beg, don't you, or is that mouth just for cock sucking? If so, you can put that pretty tongue around mine immediately. Mingi used to love to tease you by whispering the dirtiest and most horrible things in your ear during the lessons. You used to blush so beautifully, and he couldn't help but wonder if your pussy was as beautifully pink as your chubby cheeks. 

San didn't love you. Absolutely not. And he told himself that over and over again, as his tongue slowly fucked your sweet cunt and his strong hands held your hips in a dead grip. He was angry, not at all jealous that you were paying attention to some dickhead guy. And he just needed a bit of relaxation before he broke the bastard's jaw, and you were just about perfect for the release. It's not jealousy, San assured himself. His mouth pressed greedily against your damn tasty pussy. Not jealousy at all.

You were so tiny, so fragile. And Yunho just wanted to destroy you. And your bloody temper didn't help. You looked so beautiful as he stretched you with his fingers. You had orgasm after orgasm, so many that the stimulation was painful. Your juices were all over the place, you were squrting so hard that your whole body was shaking from the overwhelming power of the orgasm. Your thighs shook uncontrollably and your eyes rolled back in your head. But that was just training before he fucked you hard, dumb and drooling. And as captain of the cheerleading squad, you knew very well that the only way to get the perfect result was to practice endlessly.

You were on his mind all the time. He thought about you all the time, and it was driving him crazy. Why don't you look at him? Why aren't you crawling at his feet, where your place is? When you could be sucking his dick or moaning his name, why do you spend all your fucking time talking and being rude? Hongjoong couldn't stop asking himself the same questions. You had wrapped him around your finger faster than he was able to comprehend and you had him in a choke hold. He hated you with the same passion as he wanted to fuck you. And God, he was going to do it. Left alone after his next win, he couldn't control himself and as a result you're on all fours with his dick deep inside you. He fucked you mercilessly and hard. Every thrust of his hips was filled with hatred for the stupid feeling of love he felt for you. You were like a drug to him. Hongjoong never wanted to stop experiencing this ecstasy.

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[sordidmusings]

Switching Up Roles - Part 1/2 (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: So the request got insaaaaanely out of hand cuz I can't shut the fuck up about this stupid clown 🙃 In the future I gotta have requests ask for headcanons, full fic, or headcanons with drabbles in the future so I can put a cap on my brain lol I had also been wanting to write Switch!Buggy learning to embrace the sub part of himself. I wanted to get part of it out and the set up cuts off pretty cleanly here. There is a taste of smut in it, but it stays with the style of the exposition for the most part instead of really delving into it.

Word count: ~1760 (The draft is at 8100 rn 🧍🏻‍♀️)

Warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns), switch!reader, switch!Buggy, NSFW, p in v, creampie, they're like probably too into each other, Buggy leans towards opla Buggy, I have a propensity to just keep sentences going man

I hope you enjoy a taste and thank you for your patience 🙏🏻

Part 2

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You’d always had a hunch about Buggy. It started with little things like how his grunts and moans would sometimes slip in and out of something more whiny and breathy. How the look in his eyes would turn from something rabid and devouring into something desperate and uncertain. Maybe he was just more comfortable using the whole range of his voice than most men. Maybe that look just came from the insecurity in him that you were constantly trying to wring out with every lingering hug and reassuring whisper.

Speaking of those, he drank them up like an addict. Now, it’s not like you think it’s abnormal to enjoy soft touches and sweet words; everyone wants those from their partner in one form or another. The thing is, Buggy seemed to hang on those words with extra ardor. He’d focus on you like nothing else existed. He’d twist and turn both himself and his comfort zone in order to receive them. Whenever he accomplished something, whether it was as big as defeating a new enemy or as small as making a new joke, he would turn his face to seek you out like a plant’s leaves reaching to feel the sun. He’d go to you whenever he was uncertain. Difficult announcements were made with you within arm’s reach, vital decisions were made with you sitting thigh to thigh, and battles were fought with the two of you back to back.

Despite his status as captain, Buggy was always following you. Of course, he was the one in charge, the one who gave orders, but you were the one for whom he would change those orders or redirect his path. When you entered a room, he was the one to go to you. It was only on rare occasions that he’d order you to him like an owner would a dog. His calls for you were greetings, that is if he wasn’t getting up to lead you in himself. Buggy did know how to demand but he preferred to handle you with invitations. 

Even so, you were well versed in Buggy leading you to touch or lay where and how he wanted. The extending months of your relationship have been filled with the two of you pushing and pulling at each other, empty of any thoughts and aims other than the need you had for each other. He has growled out commands and desires, expecting you to do just as he asked and he fit the role of manhandling you into a compliant sub very well. There were times when it seemed to be just that though - a role. Not every time; the more starved for your body he seemed, the more he’d take you just how he wanted. Now that you were months in and the pent up “what if”s were easing into the new joy of deep connection, his need for your body settled to hunger while his appetite for connecting to You became insatiable. Being able to allocate more time to exploring each other let latent behaviors break through the frantic way that you two tried to consume one another. Buggy had always aimed for your pleasure, hitting steady bullseyes, but now he was consciously seeking it and looking for new avenues to sate you and file them away for the future. He gained the clarity to observe while he was flooding himself with you.

You also noticed that with this change of pace came his need to chase your movements. You don’t think Buggy was even aware of the way he would lean his body towards you no matter the time or place, the way he would follow your lips whenever you pulled away, or the way his body would seek out your hands and happily mold to their movements like you were an artist working with clay. There was the way he seemed almost relieved when you would guide him. It appeared that he savored the time to unload the responsibility of decisions onto someone else but he had never known anyone he could trust to give him that peace before.

You understood that need. The rush you got when you only had to think of pleasing him and then hearing him tell you how good you were at doing just that? It was euphoria all on its own. It had you feeling like you knew in your core that you were doing something right and that you were making your love feel good - feel proud and happy. While you enjoyed partaking in it yourself, you had no problem taking control to give that to Buggy. Honestly it was a dynamic that was sounding tastier by the day. Seeing him act out of need for your direction and approval made you crave it more each time. You were eager to see him when he loses himself in the role of being what you want. You’re positive he’d take to it well; all you want is him after all, but now that he’s given pieces of himself to you, you want all of him. You want him to expose his needs to you, right down to the core of his desires, so that you could feel the thrill of holding that trust and vulnerability. You want to prove to him that he is always safe with you and that you can fulfill all that he wants and more.

One night a few weeks back, you got the final evidence you needed to feel confident labeling him as a switch like yourself. It was one of the few times Buggy was letting you ride him when he was close (he seemed to be embarrassed of the way it would pull out higher pitched moans from him, no matter how you complimented them), and he had let himself fall further into acting without thought than he usually would beneath you. His typical grapple with composure was replaced by him melting into bliss, leaving you a Buggy who was slack-jawed, glassy eyed, and trembling. You could still feel some hesitancy in the way he kept making his eyes focus on you even when they wanted to roll back or the way he would reign in his volume after a particularly (and deliciously) loud moan. His hands still went through the motions of guiding your hips, but this time your hips were pushing into that heavy grip instead of his hold directing the bounce and grind of your body on his.

Even though the feeling of his cock splitting you open and rubbing deliciously from your clenching entrance to the deepest stretch of your cunt left you struggling for thought, you were determined to keep an eye out for his tells that he would try to flip you back over. Whenever Buggy blinked some focus back into his eyes, you leaned down and captured his panting mouth in sloppy kisses. His eagerness to feel your swollen lips and teasing tongue made it easy to kiss his mind back into a blur. When he planted a hand down and sat himself up, you tightened your core to clench down on him and changed to the heavy grinds that made him weak with the way he could feel every hot, plush inch of you gripping him. He fell down to his elbow, but when you followed him to nibble at his ear and fill it with moans, he lost all his strength and collapsed back on the bed.

You kept at it because you needed to cum on top of him. The promise of a body shaking orgasm always came to you in the squeeze of your thighs around his waist, the grind of his pelvis on your clit, the way you could change your angle to have the head of his cock massaging whichever spot felt the most electric in the moment. It took hold of your mind with the way you got to look down on him spread out beneath you while he looked up at you with that desperate face. You could see how steeped he was in pleasure and need from his furrowed brow and shining eyes. Buggy always fell into the most beautiful, incoherent mess when you were the one leading him. His long blue hair spread out wildly, the few strands sticking to his face bringing out his pink flush. His gorgeous eyes, highlighted by stripes of blue makeup and long fluttering lashes, glistened up at you. His painted red mouth looked all the more tempting with how his kiss-wet lips parted for him to gasp in air and breathe out moans.

With little warning, Buggy sobbed out an overwhelmed, “Fuuu-hah-huuuuck,” and the next thing you knew strong hands yanked you down and he trapped you close in an iron grip. His forehead dug into your neck and his humid breath tingled down your chest. All you could feel, hear, smell was Buggy - so much burning skin, jumbled curses, lingering sea salt. His hands scrambled on your back, pulling you closer like he needed it to live, and amidst all the sensation you felt his cock pressed tight into you, twitching heavily with each wave of hot cum it pumped into you. It shoved you immediately far over the edge and you curled into him, squeezing and shaking and grabbing and gasping. You got what you were promised and your body shook, letting you get extra jolts of friction against his still pulsing cock.

The come down was slow and lethargic with the two of you molded to each other and unwilling to leave the moment behind. Your breaths eventually slowed while you both enjoy giving and receiving little trailing touches. Your brain was high from the intense orgasm and the building joy that you can finally open the door on this aspect of your relationship where Buggy lets himself submit.

That is, until he ruins it. 

Both of you were too tired to say much of anything through the swift cleanup and release to slumber. You didn’t think anything of it, because it wasn’t the first time it happened. You did start to catch on to Buggy’s avoidance when he would find convenient ways to dance around the topic or disappear when you were leading up to it. It became unquestionable when he started to run out of clever escape routes. The final straw was when you approached him with an “I wanna talk about the other night” and he did a 180 with a panicked “forgot some captain stuff for the thing” yelled back to you. So you let it drop. For a time.

You spotted your opportunity just over three weeks after you’d dropped the subject. Buggy continued to slip around you for almost two of those weeks, approaching you with the same caution a child would when entering a haunted house on a dare. He held the same nervous excitement and insatiable curiosity too. The whole time, you pretended that you hadn’t noticed. You were well practiced in the art of playing blind; Buggy wore his emotions on his sleeve whether he wanted to or not, and he loved that you would let him pretend some of it didn’t happen. Even though he knew you sometimes played it to your advantage and still let most of your comments and cackles out during his outbursts and foibles. He just paid you back for those with his own tricks and teasing and all’s fair in love and war.

You knew not to strike right away. You needed to reaaaaally let him settle back into normalcy between you two so that The Incident wasn’t on his mind. Not that you’d been able to get it out of yours; you were endlessly replaying the memory of him being seized by instinct and impulse so violently that he clung to you like he could never be close enough while you made him cum so hard that his dick felt like someone was jolting a toy inside you. Whether the imagery came to you on purpose or involuntarily, it always had you squirming and looking for some way to get off.

Today had been especially filled with that memory, but luck was on your side, finally ready to reward you for your patience. Buggy had been getting a bit exhausted recently, prepping the crew, the ship, and everything on it for a risky raid happening next week. It would be the culmination of a few months planning, and he had been running himself ragged making sure that everything would go smoothly. And, when it didn’t, there was a backup plan and at least two more backup plans for that one. 

He had been seeking rest from you more than interaction the past few days - falling asleep almost immediately after getting back to his room late, giving you long hugs where he’d close his eyes if only for a minute and let you hold up some of his weight, scarfing down his food so he could power nap with his head on your thigh while you finished your own meal. If he was doing something that only needed one hand, he’d send the other to you so he could have the comfort of your touch and the pick me up from feeling your occasional squeeze on it. He had to find and stop you the time you decided to massage his overworked hand, because the relaxing feeling had him zoning out through full conversations.

All that to say, the man clearly needed someone to force a break on him and take care of him. Just as clearly, Buggy was needing that care from you so much that he was allowing himself to seek you out in ways that he (wrongfully) feared would annoy or drain you. His exhaustion outweighing that sea-sized insecurity of his was the cue you’d been looking out for. If he really didn’t want to be submissive to you then that’s fine, but you’d be damned if it was just his own negative self-talk keeping the two of you from feeling that way again or from bonding even closer with another dynamic to exchange trust and affection. After all, that act of trust being met with affection is one of the best ways to chip away at his self-doubt and self-loathing.

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More to come - hope you enjoyed 🤍

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi! May I request a Daryl x female reader the scene where he and Beth played “never have I ever” while drinking moonshine but with female reader?. With some angst and fluff? If it’s okay of course :3

Yes! This is so cute. For some reason I can't remember them playing never have I ever, am I dumb?🙃

"Never thought you were a drinker." Daryl grumbles, taking a sip of his moonshine while motioning to the half empty jar in my hands, my lips burning and stomach clenching at the lack of food.

"I'm not. Must be genetic." I mutter with a sad smile, taking another burning sip of the potent drink, face screwing up in disgust but there's something about the fuzziness that fills my brain every time I take a sip.

"Yeah?" He asks with a gentle laugh.

"Wanna play a game?" I ask suddenly, watching Daryl's brows pull together in confusion. I almost expect him to say no and for him to tell me to shut the fuck up but he doesn't.

"What kinda game?" He questions with a gentle tilt of his head, pulling his knees up to his chest and he leans against the beam of the front porch.

"Never have I ever?" I offer with a smirk, hoping to pull any and all information from him in his state of vulnerability caused by the alcohol.

"I don't think there's much I ain't never done." He admits with a gentle dusting of a blush on his cheeks that I can pick out in the moonlight above us and I grin wickedly, hoping he'll come up with something.

"Whatever. You know how to play?" I ask and he nods, taking another swig before explaining.

"I say something I never done and if you've done it, you drink?"

"Yep, pretty simple." I nod, my heart pounding nervously in my chest, hoping this game will get me closer to him whether that be physically or even just emotionally. "You go first." He thinks for a minute, biting at his lip as he looks out into the woods.

"Never have I ever been in love." His comment makes me sad almost, lips tugging down into a frown as I he shakes his head at me, telling me stop feeling sorry for him.

"You seriously haven't?" I ask and he shakes his head, taking a hefty chug of his moonshine that's nearly gone.

"Don't think so. You?"

"Yeah. Don't like to talk about it though." I huff, taking another drink "Never have I ever smoked weed." I smile, watching his eyes roll teasingly at me.

"Ouch." He takes a large swig, emptying it without the slightest bit of a reaction and he reaches over to grab another, opening it without hesitation. "Don't know if I would've gotten my way through teenage years without it." He admits and it makes perfect sense. I can almost picture Daryl sitting on a couch with his brother, joint between his fingers, ten years younger. That's a handsome picture. "Never have I ever..." He pauses, looking at me intently with a soft look, almost bashful. "...been kissed."

My jaw drops at his confession, brows pulling together as I begin to think back, trying to think of a time where Daryl would've mentioned a past significant other but I can't put my finger on one time where he even mentioned kissing someone- it makes so much more sense.

"You haven't?" I ask, simply out of shock. I know Daryl, I know him, and it's shocking to me that no one, not even some hooker that I know Merle would invest in, would kiss him.

"Ain't that stupid." He scoffs, reaching up to run a hand through his greasy hair, giving it a frustrated tug.

"Not stupid at all." I say before I can stop myself. It must be the alcohol running through my veins and running my brain. "I mean, I could- if you want." I offer nervously, fully prepared for him to shoot me down but when he gives me a little sideways glance, not completely sure if I mean it, I know that he just might consider it.

"Yeah?" He asks, scooting towards me shamelessly and I feel butterflies bubbling in my belly at just the feeling of him so close to me, all I'd have to do is lean in and...

When my lips meet his, he flinches, but he doesn't pull away. Instead he stays frozen until my hand reaches up to rest on his cheek, a smile slipping across my lips at his bashfulness. He pulls away after a moment, eyes wide and lips swollen and I giggle, reaching up to wipe at my lips.

"Yeah..." He mutters, eyes moving in a triangle between my eyes and my lips, almost as if he's asking for another.

"Yeah?"

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[compassionatereminders]

i guess you could call this a vent or whatever but im going to tell you about something that has been making me crazy lately

so when i was like 3 i took a serious blunt force blow to the forehead. our house had hardwood floors and my brother had left a sock on the floor and i slipped on it and hit my head on the rounded corner of our oak coffee table. it left an inch long open wound and i was completely dazed and unresponsive, but conscious.

here is where i start getting frustrated. my mom didnt call 911 or take me to the ER, she took me to our family pediatrician. already really questionable imo but it gets worse. so ive got this gaping hole in my forehead and im unresponsive right? so what do they do? sew my forehead shut right there in the pediatricians office while i watched. didnt give me any anaesthetic or anything because i was, again, completely unresponsive.

then my mom was like "okay you arent bleeding anymore, can i leave now so i can go see the play i wanted to see?" but at this point im screaming and crying because im a toddler with fucking brain damage and a stitched wound that still hurts.

so she just took me home and that was that. and then for months afterwords she couldnt get me to wake up in the morning so she stuffed my limp body into my school clothes herself and took me to preschool half asleep. and then nobody ever spoke about it again except to make jokes.

its been two decades and i am only now realizing that ive had serious brain damage the whole time. my mom and brother have been shaming and belittling me for years for displaying symptoms of the brain damage that they gave me. my mom calls me a fucking spaz and my brother is pissed because he thinks i get "special treatment" instead of realizing that i need more help because he gave me brain damage. its like the final puzzle piece that explains why my life is such a mess.

and im just so overwhelmed by the fact that my mom and brother are directly responsible for the immense suffering ive endured over the past 20 years. all my health problems, the mental illness, the inability to avoid being abused, its all because of the brain damage. and they keep making fun of me for it. im not even mad im just. horrified. the sheer negligence of it all makes me sick. how many people like me are out there suffering from old brain injuries they didnt realize they had?

its like my brain cant even comprehend how fucked up the whole situation is. which is why im here telling it to you in the hopes that you will agree that its very bad 🙃

This is abuse and neglect on a level that no one and nothing could ever justify and I am so, so sorry that this happened to you. You deserved SO much better! ❤️

#chat with kat #abuse tw #child abuse tw #neglect tw #child neglect tw #medical neglect tw #medical abuse tw #trauma tw #injury tw #ableism tw #danger tw

[straightupsickfics]

Teacher Anon 💛 💛 💛 💛 💛 💛 omfg my friend!!! Happy 2024! I hope it's off to a great start...

It's only Tuesday...

Ugh.

So how about something with our favorite pirates in their modern Ed is very protective of his hubby in his black cat "imma hover over you" mode. I freaking lost my voice due to a non illness and I'm like how am I teaching tomorrow!?! So like me as an educator...Stede must also suffer a lost voice as a professor 🙃

ahh happy new year, friend! i hope you're feeling better today and did not have to talk tooo much! <3 some sad, soggy stede for you...

***

Stede’s car is a sheet of ice. 

After the world’s longest day, Stede has finally, finally reached his car, and it’s absolutely encased in ice. It’d been raining all day, he’d known that, of course. What he hadn’t realized was how cold it'd gotten, leaving him helpless, gloveless, and scraper-less when it came time to get in his car. 

He wants to cry.

More than that, he wants to scream. Except he can’t, because he hasn’t had a voice since sometime yesterday afternoon, thanks to whatever horrible virus he managed to pick up right at the start of the semester. 

He thinks about calling Ed, but aside from rasping pitifully into the phone, even that feels impossible.  Instead, he takes a picture of his car, adds a few crying emojis and hits send. It’s about all his bone-tired brain can handle at the moment, and Ed will get it.

Ed always gets it. Gets him. 

The thought makes his eyes well up all over again as he heads back to his office to wait for his husband to rescue him. 

Stuffed with books, covered in prints, and full to bursting with a small, plush sofa, and many, many ocean creatures, Stede’s office is extremely cozy, which is a small comfort in times like these. He drops dramatically into his desk chair, thinks about grading some of the papers he has waiting for him, wilts a little, then drags himself over to the small sofa in the corner. 

Better. 

Then, miracle of miracles, his phone buzzes in his hand. 

Edward 💜: Oh, fuck. On my way 😘

Stede: Have I mentioned how much I love you?

Edward 💜: Not today. Frankly, I’m feeling a little neglected, babe

Stede: I love you. x 1,000

Edward 💜: Hmmm, needs a few more 0s I think… 

Edward 💜: Okay, love you, driving now, be there soon!!

With Ed on his way and all his students gone for the day, Stede lets himself droop across his sofa, his eyes falling shut before he can even register how heavy they’ve felt these last few hours. He’s moments from falling asleep when Ed’s voice startles him upright. 

“Aww, Stede,” Ed says. “Y’look fucking shattered, sweetheart.” His voice is so soft and sympathetic that Stede isn’t even surprised when his eyes fill with tears in earnest this time. Ed looks perfect in his black puffy coat, not ridiculous the way he should, the way everyone else looks. His hair is flecked through with rain drops, and he’s looking at Stede like he’d pick him up and carry him to the car if he thought Stede would let him. 

At this rate, Stede thinks, he’d have a hard time even protesting. 

“Hi,” Stede tries to say, but his throat is scraped raw, and he knows he’s barely audible, having wasted the last of his voice on his American Lit seminar this afternoon. A waste, as half the class had been on their phones, and the rest had the kind of zombie-eque, dead-eyed stares that made him wonder why he even bothered. 

How many weeks until spring break?

“Come here,” Ed says, making his way to Stede and offering him a hand to help him up. He pulls him right into a warm, tight hug, rubbing Stede’s back as they stand there wrapped up in each other. Stede would’ve stayed there for hours, face smushed right into Ed's coat... that is, if he could breathe. Between the worsening congestion and Ed’s thick coat, though, he doesn’t stand a chance. 

Stede lifts his head and blinks pathetically up at Ed, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky.

“Made that soup you like, that hot Italian thing? Should feel nice on your throat, even if you can’t taste it,” Ed tells him, dropping a kiss to the tip of Stede’s nose. "Then we'll get in bed, yeah? Fucking 7:00 pm bedtime. Don't let anyone tell you different Stedey, that's living the dream."

“Thank you,” Stede manages. He tucks himself back into Ed’s chest for another long minute. He can’t wait to be home, and warm, and out of his work clothes. Stede had longed for exactly that all day. But now, standing here, Ed wrapped around him, murmuring promises about soup and tea and ocean documentaries, Stede feels close enough to home; what’s another few minutes?

#teacher anon 🖤 #of//md #my fic #they're in LOVE okay #house husband ed teach is real 2 me

[happymommas]

Stray Kids (hyung line) hcs/short stories

Head canons/short stories of the hyung line in stray kids: When M/n is just having a bad day, and felt like he couldn’t deal with anything anymore. His depression is just slowly taking over his thoughts. He couldn’t think of anything, but how he didn’t belong. Yet his boyfriend(s) help him with those thoughts, which are slowly taking over.

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A/n: Hi! I know it’s been a longggg time, but I’m back. I just couldn’t find the motivation to write for tumblr. I did write for one of my books on Wattpad though. So if you want to read that my username is ilovepickle73! It’s a XO, Kitty book a Min ho x Fem! Oc x Male! Oc. If you’re interested go read it!!!! Anyways I’m gonna shut up and let you read. Unless you didn’t read this then whatever I guess. Byeeee 🙃

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Chan:

You get home from a long day of hard work. The feeling of tiredness sticking to you like glue. You drag your feet and walk with less confidence. You try and breathe, but that just doesn’t seem to help anymore.

You sigh and try to let the feeling of being tired out. Your eyes start to already tear up to the thought of being so worthless. You didn’t belong, you’re co-workers already hate you, and your boyfriend doesn’t talk to you as much either.

Yeah there are some things that help you with your horrible depression, but it can’t work now. You take your shoes off after realizing you zoned out for a pretty long time.

You take your heavy coat off, it rubbing against your sore arms. You hiss as you feel the pain of clothing rubbing on your scarred skin. You groan a little and walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.

You rub your eyes and slowly take off your shirt. You throw it in the laundry basket. Leaving your pants on you lay in your bed. You close your eyes and sleep to the sounds of nothing.

— little time skip —

Chan opens the door and sighs happily. Finally he’s home. He takes off his shoes and jacket seeing yours as well. He smiles and squeals quietly. He sneaks upstairs and creaks the door open to see you asleep in your guys king bed.

He smiles larger and takes his pants and shirt off. Putting them in the laundry basket as well, he stays grinning as he can’t wait to fall asleep in his lovers arms.

He lays down and feels you shift after he gets into the cold sheets. He feels your arms around his waist. As his result, he kisses your knuckles. He closes his eyes happily before he opens them quickly. Just to look back down.

“What in the cocoa pebbles!” He shouts in his echoey brain. He blinks fastly then looks at your calm face. He turns and smacks your cheek lightly.

You open your eyes slowly and look at him. You smile and kiss his forehead. He stares at you in shock. How could you hide this from him? Have you always felt this way? Have you always done this?

He sighs sadly. You frown confused at his sudden sadness. Then look to your arms then to him. Fuck. You sigh through your nose. You grip his chin gently and kiss his lips.

He looks straight into your eyes. His own tearing up when he sees the secret apologies behind them. You bite your lower lip. He gulps nothing and kisses you softly.

You give a small smile as does he,

“Tell me. Tell me every little thing that hurt you, okay? I love you, and I won’t judge you darling. Nothing could ever make me change my mind or feelings about you” You let out a shaky breath at his statement.

“Okay.” You nod your head unconsciously.

He sits there to listen.

Let’s do this then.

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Hyunjin:

You sit on your comfortable couch. Thoughts taking over your ability to get up.

Stupid. Disgusting. More disturbing words play through your head. You grew up with horrible parents, so the words didn’t hurt you as much. Before one caught you by the leg.

Helpless. Why that one all of a sudden. Maybe it’s the fact you try and help yourself as much as you can. Not wanting to put your own problems into others. Especially your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

You feel your empty eyes slowly tear up,

“I’m home pretty!” You hear your boyfriend say a few feet away. A slam of the door following behind,

“Oh. You’re right here.” He smiles and walks up to kiss your cheek. You keep your focus forward. You didn’t want him to see the pain in your eyes.

You sigh and look up knowing he’s gonna start questioning you. His face then turns into one of confusion as the tears start coming down your face quickly.

“Pretty? What’s wrong?” He feels his own eyes dry up. When you cry he feels like he’s going to cry,

“Nothing baby.” You state as you kiss his forehead. He grunts quietly and grabs your face,

“Don’t lie. What’s going on?” He speaks determined. You bite your lip. You let it go as you talk,

“I just feel so..tired. I feel like I can’t keep up with everything..” You look at him in his eyes. Obviously do to the fact he still has his hands on the sides of your face.

“I’m sorry pretty. I’m sorry you’re feeling that way. I’m glad you can talk to me. I did have to push you a little bit but not by a lot. I’m happy you trust me so much. If you need me, pretty. I’m here for your gorgeous face. Don’t ever feel like you’re worth nothing to anyone and like you can’t keep up. You’re worth so much to everyone. I would risk everything for you. And trust me I’ve seen you put your power to the test. You can keep up just fine pretty. It just might be the stress, you take up everyday. Maybe take a break. Even if it means days to weeks. We’re all okay with it as long as you are okay.” He gives you a speech as he kisses your face between some sentences. You smile softly and kiss his lips. He pulls away and sighs,

“Now what do you want for dinner? I can make some F/F?” He smiles a little. Your own smile growing larger. Glad he can comfort you in many different ways,

“I’m alright with that.” You reply,

“Let’s go make you some F/F then!”

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Changbin:

You sing a soft melody. Today was your day off as the manager for stray kids. You felt your sour body move softly. Not wanting to hurt it anymore. You move your body from the stove to the sink. Wiping your hands so you can start cutting the fruit.

You were making dinner because that helps with stress for you. You move to the cutting board with the already washed fruit. You set it down gently and grab the clean knife. You slice the first piece of the cold apple.

You sigh and stare at the fruit and knife. You feel your eyes strain to the knife longer than before. Your breathing starts to pick up. You try and slow it down, but the air just won’t get into your body the right way.

You feel your body lower to the ground. Your legs to your chest. You put your head on your knees. And feel your breathing still as quick as before. You were to into the attack to here the door open and close.

You start to hear footsteps come towards the kitchen,

“My love? Are you in here?” Fuck. Changbin’s home. You try to stand, but your legs feel weak. You fall back into the ground and groan. You hear running stomps speed towards you.

You sob now feeling a headache,

“My love! Are you okay?” He grabs you by your upper body. He pulls you towards his chest as you cry. You grip his shirt and feel the tears make contact with your hand.

He grips you tighter and kisses your forehead,

“My love? Please answer me.” He grips you even tighter if possible. You feel your chest love violently with each sob coming from your mouth. You try to speak,

“I-I c-can’t b-breathe. I-I c-can’t do an-anything rig-right.” Your words are staggered everywhere. The cries and hard breathing getting in the way,

“Alright my love. It’s okay. I know you feel everything is harming you right now, but you’re safe. I promise you are safe in my arms. You don’t need to feel any pain mentally or physically anymore. I’m here to be your breathe you can’t reach and the tears that go down your cheek. I will relive your stress by leaving your body through them. Panicking is okay. It’s natural but I need you to try and calm down. I need you to breathe in for three seconds then let it out in three. Okay, my love?”

You look up at him eyes puffy and cutely red,

He calms you down with his words. You do as he says and try to breathe in threes. 1 2 3 in. 1 2 3 out. You repeat this in your empty void. You feel yourself stop crying and breathing slow down. You bring your hand up and wipe away the still wet tears. The dry ones sticking to your face.

You kiss his lips before he goes to shut the stove off and put the knife and fruits away. You feel the sleepiness take over. Your eyes slowly close, your head falling forward.

He turns around to see you asleep about to fall off the counter. He rushes over as he decides he’ll just do the dishes later. He picks you up again. He takes you up stairs. He walks into the bedroom and sets you on the bed under the comforter. He kisses your forehead for the third time today.

“Sleep well, my love.”

———————————————————————————

Lee know:

You stretch your limbs and hear that satisfying pop. You lay back down in your bed. You look to Lee know’s side of the bed. You sigh seeing him not there. You feel your eyes tear up.

You had a nightmare a few days ago that started exactly like this. Lee know leaves, he says he’s staying out late, you go to see him, you ask him how he’s doing, he gives dry replies, you’re confused, and then he just tells you he’s tired of you.

You feel a tear go down one of your cheeks. Another one following behind. You hear your phone vibrate. You turn around. You see a text from Lee know,

“Emotionless” baby

Hey darling. I won’t make it tonight I have to work late. I’m sorry!!

Your heart drops. No this can’t be happening.

Okay babe. Do you mind if I see you later?

You stress as you wait for the answer. You swallow nothing and stand up out of the bed. You grab your phone off the charger. You walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth. Not having your eyes on the phone, just in case it’s something bad he text back.

You take your clothes off and get into the shower. You decided to just check later.

— little time skip —

You get out the closet with your new clothes putting them on quickly. You took your time in the shower. Wanting to see him as soon as possible. You grab your keys and get to the entrance of the house. You open the door and rush to your car.

You basically speed to JYP Entertainment. You get to the doors and walk in. The receptionist nods at you and lets you pass. You get to the elevator and get upstairs. You get to the studio and open the last door in your way slowly.

You see Lee know laughing with Chan. You sigh and walk up behind him,

“Hey.” You said from behind him. When he turns around he smiles widely,

“Hey darling.” He keeps smiling as he hugs you. You smile and hug him back. Feeling the relief spread throughout your body,

“What are you doing here?” He asks,

“I asked you if I could see you. I’m not sure if you answered though, so I just came.” You nod and smile.

He smiles and makes you sit down. Him soon sitting in your lap. You wrap your arms around him. You felt your heart pick up as you think he will just tell you how tired he is of you and then leave with Chan.

Your leg starts to move a lot with out you noticing. He turns around and looks at you. He sees you biting your lip which is something you do when anxious. He grows confused as he drags you outside the room,

“What’s wrong?” He grabs the sides of your face. You groan quietly. Screw his observation skills. You sigh,

“I’m fine. I just need to breathe.” He nods and holds your hands. You feel your eyes tear up just slightly. He grabs your cheeks and wipes the slow tears.

“Are you sure you just “need to breathe?”” You nod but he obviously doesn’t believe you. He wipes the tears then hugs you again.

You burst out with tears. He holds you tighter,

“Whatever that is harming you right now. Does not matter darling. I’m here, Chans here, Hyunjins here, Changbins here. We’re all here for you darling. You can cry, and we’ll be your shoulders. We’ll wipe your tears before they touch your chin. We’ll be your sunny days in your own dark nights. Darling we love you. I love you, and I won’t ever stop loving you. I will be here for your lonely cries and your lonely thoughts. I won’t let you go. We will keep you safe and with us. We’ll stay with you as long as you need us to darling. We love you okay?”

You sob hearing the sweet words of one of you lovers. He stops hugging you and kisses your soft lips. He smiles at you softly but sadly. You smile back with more confidence than before.

God, do I love them.

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Im done y’all!! YAY! I’m so happy I can post this for you guys. I get I was gone, but like I said I didn’t have motivation. Yet now I’m out of school, so I can write more for you!!!!! But we still don’t speak of that. We never know what might happen. Have runs reading other stuff y’all while y’all wait for me.

#short imagine #gender neutral reader #skz x reader #skz x male reader #top male reader #uke male reader #stray kids

[turtletaubwrites]

I was feeling bad about taking it a bit slow the last couple days. Working on some older wips, and the adhd brain is having trouble focusing since it wants the ✨shiny new things✨

Already felt like I was falling behind/not writing as much as I want to, so I forced myself to look at what I actually did last month.

I wrote and posted 82,685 fucking words in February. Lol, I thought I was slacking 🤦🏼‍♀️ Imposter syndrome is dumb. (also please don't judge yourself against that ridiculous number! I'm still dealing with disability, and have wayyyy too much free time. I have no life atm, I live here now 😅)

I'm not good at resting y'all! It's my birthday this month, I said I was going to rest a little 🙃🙃

Moral of the story; if you're doubting yourself, go tell your brain to shut the fuck up. Bringing yourself the receipts can help sometimes. Also, go relax. PLEASE relax. (pretty please, brain. just try 😭)

#i've made some progress today #i'm just not used to struggling this much to write a story #but i love this stinkin fic and want to write it! #turtletaub talks #fic writers #imposter syndrome #fic writing

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#focus who? i dont kno her #its so bad. i csnt focus at all. and ive got way too much to do. take me back to last week where i spent hours reading papers #annoying. also possibly lack of sleep cstching up with me #do u ever get very little sleep and not miss it at all? yea bitch all the time. then i get depressed and its sleepy time #and by sleepy time i mean i get like 8hrs of sleep lol #maybe ill just do nothing and completely fuck over my sunday lol #maybe i should go run up thr mountain rn before im stuck in a car for 2 hrs #bc im getting spikes of being insane. unfortunately i have no emotional object permanence so when i feel crazy its like #ive always felt like this ans its terrible forever. and then immediately afterward im like lol wot? nah im fine. ive always been fine #shout out to mood swings ✌️ like bro im trying to get materials together so i can teach a class. can u shut the fuck up? and focus? #well see how i do today with a ton of socializing. itll b fine. im normal i can b normal #or i can b endearing quirky. or whatever i usually i am. i dont think i have conversations like a normal person but i cant tell bc im not #there for conversations im not in. whatever everyone else has conversations in a way thats boring. i just wanna grill ppl til i understand #how they work. and then feel like im gonna die if im in a group conversation 🙃 let me study thr ppl around me #bc im very normal. god. i promise irl im not that weird. ppl think im nice and cool and successful #ok maybe not cool. but i think i can get away with being interesting. i got at least a lil charisma. im only a bit horribly awkward ;-] #but i try to own it. wtf was i saying. jesus. i cant with my brain rn. i shoulf have gone for a run this morning #being social just makes me anxious so im babbling i guess. but itll b fun. and itll b pretty im sure #maybe ill try to draw my ocs while im not paying attention. ive neglected them for so long 😭 #unrelated

[fanyyy444]

People really think I don't feel their energy, sense their bad intentions with the asks they send me??💀💀

I know exactly who you are and I'm here just to tell you that it won't end well baby😉 Believe me :)

I do feel your energies and I know it's YOU who send me such asks. Really, asking me stupid questions so you can get a weird and polemic answer from me and then you'd talk shit about it too? 🥴

First of all, why do you hate me so much?? What the fuck did I do wrong? You could just message me and we would easily and quickly solve this problem. But naah lmao, you rather hate me so fucking much, talk shit about me on other people's blog + ON ANON LMAO💀💀 What a shame girlies. + The envy, hate and jealously is THAT big that you even try to hex me?? Bruhh🙄 Just calm down bro, I swear the headaches you be getting-- 💀💀 It would be soo much easier to simply forget about my existence and ignore me completely. I guess your brains aren't working properly??

And yeah, I got something else to say, you just accept it and shut the fuck up🙃 You're not the damn fs of <<these certain>> BTS members, and + they would NEVER marry someone like you like wtfff💀💀

You can believe me, all the bad things you did and are doing will come back to you WORSE, you're the one who started it, you'll get what you deserve and if you're that powerful like u say lmao you will handle it😁

Let's be honest, no BTS member nor anybody would like to MARRY such person.

I very well can sense the off energy, in case you think I don't since in your pov "I'm not psychic enough" lol <3

And for the non-readers people that are reading this, please be careful of the people you trust here, not everyone is good and please listen to your intuition and instincts when you also feel that somebody's energy is like "off" and bad intentioned too. Please, stay well & safe💗💗

I'm not that weak like you think babe, so be aware of your actions. You never know, you could be dealing with the devil👀 I know that sounded weird or cringe lol😭😭 But I'm not kidding at all, keep that in mind😊💖

Instead of spending time on yourselves, your personal growth and stuff, you prefer to spread hate on internet, spread fake info when actually you don't even know that person personally, do the favor and go fuck urselves already🫠

Hmm, I think that's all?! Anyways, y'all be careful and don't trust people right away on here. And YOU, stay alert, nobody knows when an exposed could happen👀 And actually, spend your time doing something else, something great. Instead of wasting your time creating billion blogs here, stalking me and gossiping about me, and blah blah blah, etc etc. Really seems like you don't have a life to live??! What a shame girlies🥴

Byebye💗

#bts tarot #kpop tarot #tarot #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot community #witchblr #witchcraft #witch #witch community #kpop reading #kpop tarot reading #bts tarot readings #bts #kpop #bangtan #bangtan boys #bts fs #bts future spouses #jungkook tarot

[frogmanfae]

Newsies as Shit I've Heard This Week 5

Another a long one🙃

Medda: Hows it going?

Davey: Not terrible

Medda: Ah... well we aren't aiming for terrible so I guess we're on the right track

Elmer: Do you have memories by Taylor Swift?

Jojo: Do you like Jesus?

Crutchie: What are you wearing tomorrow?

Race: Probably that random guys sweat shirt

Crutchie: Which random guy

Race: The one from freshman year

Crutchie: From the football game?

Race: No the basketball game

Crutchie: Ohh the blonde freshman basketball guy

Race: No the one who had purple highlights

Crutchie: Oh! Okay that guy

Race: Yeah

Spot: Why the fuck did you pull so many guys as a freshman?

Race: You say it like I don't still pull

Jack, either about Medda or his partner: She spewed words at me over the phone but I was mad and I wasn't listening so I have no clue what she was trying to tell me

Race: I was hot. Right? Spot?

Spot, either not listening or avoiding his feelings: That car was going way too fast

Jojo: Is that your stuff??

Elmer: No?

Jojo: Who's stuff is on your chair??? Ugh! Excuse her! What is this

Race, after getting a concussion: This Barbie has brain damage

Race: Okay I woke up and I felt like shit, lately I've always felt like shit when I wake up but it was extra bad today so I just started crying

Davey, who's learned sometimes Race just needs to talk and not be consoled: It be like that sometimes

Race: So I was trying to do my eyeliner but I was crying and that- well that doesn't go too well

Davey: Right because your eye liner isn't waterproof

Race: I really need to invest in waterproof liner but the guy I'm seeing thinks it's hot when my makeup gets fucked up when I suck hi-

Davey: that took a turn a little too far for your volume to still be this loud

Crutchie: are you ready for Mandatory Corn Hole?

Jack: MANDATORY CORN HOLE!!!

Buttons: Have you found the post where she talks about eggs growing on trees?

Jojo: What's being in the school musical like?

Elmer: Uh so do you know Stockholm Syndrome? It's like that

Jack: It's that time the moment you've all been waiting for: me to stop talking

Graves: Hey if you're gonna die just lemme know *gestures to shirt advertising a cemetery he works at*

York: You can get me in there?

Graves: I can dig your grave for you

York: That almost sounds like a threat but I know you

Jack: He's such a little dictator !!!

Medda: I didn't know what you were going to say-

Jack: He's such a dick /tator/

Jojo: Is the test tomorrow going to take all period?

Medda: The way this review is going? Probably

Davey, who recently began to gage his ears and has noticed an accompanying smell: I was trying to read an article-

Race: Was it about how your ears smell like cheese?

Crutchie: ... What

Romeo: I saw you holding out your hands like you were showing the size of something

Race: Oh yeah someone's dick

Romeo: :0

Romeo: I'm gonna go back to reading my gay webtoon now

Oscar: *in the background* I shaved my pubes earlier

Davey: 😟

Crutchie: Did you hear that too??

Davey: I heard it

Crutchie: Who the fuck just says??

Davey: out loud??

Race: *holds out an entire handful of quarters* I put a 10 in the vending machine because I got thirsty

Albert, cishet: shut up

Race, gay and afab nonbinary: Are you???

Albert: Yes.

Race: You just???

Albert: Yes.

Race: You hate gay people!

Albert: Yes!

Race: You hate women!

Albert: Yes!

Race: You just called me a tranny!!!

Albert: Yea!!

Race: :0

(They're best friends)

Davey: I tried washing it off but my hand is still sticky

Race: That's what she said

Davey: :0 you're the reason why non binary peo aren't recognized by the LGBT community

Race: :00

Race, to Albert: DID YOU HEAR THAT

Albert: No. He got away with it. I didn't hear a thing.

Romeo, in an official award acceptance speech: I would like to thank my peers for voting for me to receive this honor, my dad for always supporting me, peanut butter for its buttery goodness, and my friends for always having my back

Elmer, to Buttons in the audience: did he just-

Buttons: thank peanut butter for its buttery goodness? Yeah. Yeah he did.

Elmer: isn't he-

Buttons: yeah he's allergic to peanuts.

Race: Whenever I hear "terrible towel" from the sports ball people I think "cum rag"

Spot: you think WHAT

Sarah: I love sexism I have sexism every night

Race, looking in his phone camera: I am so hot omg

Jack: I'm actually kinda col- oh. I thought you were talking about temperature

Graves: Why's he got his shirt unbuttoned like he's prince Sebastian

Romeo: PRINCE SEBASTIAN??

Graves: from the little mermaid??

Romeo, dying: THATS PRINCE ERIC

Romeo: SEBASTIAN IS THE CRAB

Graves:...

TW SUICIDE JOKE AND F SLUR AS A JOKE

Sarah: Don't worry I would never trade you for money. Only Bitcoin

Davey: Kill yourself. Die

Sarah: You first!

Davey: Kill yourself!

Sarah: You first!

Sarah: Faggot!

Davey: You're a faggot first!

Sarah: Faggot! You like men!

Davey: You like women first!

Sarah: At least they're better!

Davey: Ah- yeah...

Elmer, walking into Brooklyn for the first time: Oh my god! WEAR YOUR CLOTHES!!!

Denton, an english teacher who's never met Jack: Did you know that the West symbolizes death and endings?

Jack: What.

Davey: Legend has it- or SCIENCE has it-

Albert: Shut the fuck up

Race: Sit on my lap

Medda: I would crush you

Race: I've gotten crushed in football I'm used to it

Medda: Not this much buddy

Buttons: It's like when your dog runs away. That's how I feel without Splasher... Fido come home...

Race: It was dark and windy and there were no lights on and suddenly there was a machette

Davey: I was gone for 2 seconds what did I walk into

Specs: This freaks me out. I can't deal with things touching my eye. It's why I don't wear contact lenses. Cuz I'm a big baby

Davey: You get rid of noro virus by... *vague hand gestures* both ends... As people say... And that doesn't mean you play both quarterback and line backer it's... It's not good

Splasher: Will that thing we did last year work again?

Medda: No, I don't think so... It's cool but it's not that cool

(You don't understand how funny this was, it was our (very conservative) biology teacher talking about baiting his freshmen to bring back "phat with a ph" for bonus points)

Davey: I could light myself on fire and I don't think they'd even notice. At some point I think someone would go "...*sniff* *sniff* ugh I don't think lunch is gonna be good today" and they would have no idea that I burned to death

Davey, teacher: *drawing examples on the board* how about that? I'm hard pressed to make anything else because I can't draw but you get the point

Denton: It's like you're stabbing Ms. Medda in the eye

Crutchie: What.

Denton: Like a jump scare like- TRUTH

Crutchie: What compels you to say that? You could have said anything else

Denton: Because that's what it feels like!

Albert: We have a pep assembly on a Tuesday? What has the world come to?

Romeo: Do you want some gmo rats? They count as fruit

Jack: Maybe I'll just wallow in depression and everyone who's here can observe like I'm a zoo animal

Davey: I think that's less likely than biological warfare- which is real. Biological warfare is REAL

Jack: Dave, I love you, but what the fuck does that have anything to do with me asking if it's pizza day?

Davey: sorry I'm in a mood and all I can think about is bio-

Jack: biological warfare? Yeah I noticed

Jack: Some of my answers are like a politician. Like... "He talked a lot but... he didn't really say anything... Like that really wasn't an answer that... I was looking for"

Davey: They're serial killers!

Jack: But the good kind?

Davey: *overjoyed* BUT THE GOOD KIND!! A VIGILANTE!!!

Race: It's science but Master Chef

Davey, tutoring a large group: When these cells mature, they no longer laugh at potty jokes. Until then they're insufferable to be around...

Literally everyone: *silence*

Davey: You guys can laugh that was funny

Everyone: *nothing*

Davey: A... Science joke...

Albert: *exaggerated* Ha ha

Davey: I appreciate that, thank you Albert

Finch: Ah!! A freshman left his water bottle here!! *drags trash bin across the floor and knocks water bottle into it with a meter stick* gross. Infectious. That's how you take care of that

Denton: The original Trojan horse

Race: *gasps* transgender!

Race: Spray tan or tanning bed?

Spot: ...What?

Race: Spray tan or tanning bed?

Spot: ...Neither? Go outside?

Albert: *Sarcastic* yeah go phospholipids

Davey: *excited* yeah! Phospholipids!! That's what's up!

#this is a lot #newsies #david jacobs #livesies #jack kelly #newsies live #davey jacobs #uksies #newsies uk #92sies #newsies 1992

[papermint-airplane]

Sims Say the Darnest Things: When you get this, list five of your characters and their best quotes so far. Then pass it on to five other storytelling simblrs!

I got this ask like a week ago and have been avoiding it ever since because it requires me to read my own work lmao 🙃

I can't be the only one who like yeets their lil brain vomits out there and scurries away like an ashamed dog before anyone realizes who was responsible for this mess.

In no particular order of importance:

"‘A LADY DOES THIS’, 'A LADY DOES THAT’. DOES A LADY EVER SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" - Viridia Nn'ox 💚

2. "Aiden: Wow…that’s incredible that your prom dress had pockets!" - Aiden Ayy 👽

3. "Really, Trip?! In front of the knick-knacks?!" - Grace from my Façade experiment.

4. "Oh my Goddddd, I can’t believe she saw me in my censor bar!" - Nicky Sackman

5. "*muttering to herself* Are any of our relationships actually genuine, or are we all just going through the socially-acceptable motions, hoping that no one discovers the real us hiding beneath the surface? How can I be sure I know who the real me is? Am even I in the dark as to my own intentions? Am I truly capable of love? Am I little more than an automaton acting out my pre-determined programming with no free will of my own? What is free will? Does free will even exist? Does reality exist?" - Bailey Swain, who I know isn't my own original character but she might as well be at this point because she's wormed her horrible little way into my heart

#ask #answer #sims storytelling #sims quotes #ask meme #just simblr things #i need to write more #the pickings were slim

[leaveherwildliketheflowers]

Conversation with my therapist went like this:

T: We have had a lot of space between appointments this summer. How has that felt? Do you want to go back to a weekly cadence or do you think that it's better to space out our appointments going forward?

Me: Um, am I supposed to feel a certain way about that?

T: Well, yeah. You are in a different place than you were the last few years. You talk more in session than you used to. I know there are still things you don't bring up but you generally utilize your time better.

Me: .....

T: Think about it. We can discuss it more next week.

Y'all, I'm shook. This summer has been CRAZY with destination weddings, vacations, federal holidays and now being sick. As a result I saw T once from June 5th to today. I just assumed it was part of summer schedules and we would go back to our normal weekly cadence. Stepping down to once every 2 weeks wasn't even on my radar. Honestly, I feel like I'm just now adjusting from going from twice a week to once a week.

T is all in my head now though. Does she not think I need weekly therapy? Does she not have time for me in her schedule and this is her way of gently pushing me out of her case load? Is she just tired of working with me after 4+ years? Does she really think I'm ready to scale back on addressing my mental health?

Is this what happens if I make any sort of progress? I mean, in some ways I'm doing better. I have learned how to handle my grief with more success, though sometimes it still gets the best of me. My eating behaviors are under control at the moment. I'm generally being kind to my body. These are all the "safe" things that I talk to T about. At the same time I'm still really struggling in a lot of ways. My grief steam rolls me from time to time. My anxiety is the worst it's been in years, with frequent anxiety attacks happening at the moment. I'm still shit at recognizing and naming emotions, especially now that I have SO much distraction. These are things T knows and we have been talking about in the few sessions we have had this summer.

What T doesn't know is that I have been really, really struggling with suicidal ideation again. I haven't gotten myself to bring that up. I'm just not ready to address it, mostly because I don't know why it's back. I can't figure out why part of my brain is so desperate for an "out" right now, but it came on strong when I went back to work. Now I'm thinking, how in the hell do I bring this up without looking desperate for attention? Saying something now seems like I'm screaming, "I can't put more time between sessions, I'm constantly thinking about k*lling myself! Please don't leave me!" That really sounds pathetic doesn't it 🙃

Also, when I go long periods of time without therapy I block out my emotions because I don't have time to deal with them and without the accountability I won't make the time. Then when I realize, oh shit I'm finally accountable to report on how I'm doing, I panic and get flooded with it all at once. Then I spiral into an emotional panic or completely shut down and that's just not fun.

I'm probably over thinking this. Of course the logical thing would be to say all of this to T but I feel like I can't because any potential relationship conflict with her feels too scary. I really need her to be a safe place when I feel wanted, welcomed, seen and held. Normally I do feel that way with her but this simple conversation has triggered something inside of me. A child part that feels like once again we are being left to fend for ourself when all we desperately need is someone to sit with us in the dark while we cry. This little part is throwing an absolute fit because she is never understood or loved and she feels foolish for thinking anyone ever really cared. She feels abandoned.

Omg the fucking drama. All this mental gymnastics over one stupid question about how I want to spend my time and financial resources. Clearly I'm deeply insecure, I think everyone hates me, and I'm insane.

#personal #therapy rant #tw: suicidal ideation #tw: suicidal thoughts #therapy woes #omg she's insane #I'm losing my mind #this is what my anxiety is doing to me these days #I overthink and overthink and overthink until I break down #also I clearly have some inner child work to do #she is deeply hurt and offended #mostly she is pissed that she believed T understood her #clearly there is a disconnect on how I'm perceived to be doing and how I'm actually doing

[justanagenderperson]

Art The Clown Platonic HCs GN Reader (sorry it's so short :( )

TWs:Yandere, Art being Art, infantizing, coddling, fucked up behavior (I'm extremely sorry for this if you're following me and see THIS shit as my first Art The Clown post)

Look at me dead in the eyes and tell me this man wouldn't be at the very least borderline yandere for you

And that's if he's at least a tad bit sane (which he really really REALLY isn't but we still love him anyway 🙃)

I mean mans is out here killing and torturing victims in the most brutal ways (that one scene in Terrifier 2 shiver me timbers 🥶)

So when it comes to you I can't help but think his messed up ways would carry on over to being a caregiver or parental figure

And you know he'd probably take on the role of taking care of you just for some sick amusement

And by sick amusement I mean cooking you dead rats for breakfast, getting you pet spiders (all of which you release back into the wild because they're poisonous and untamed), and teaching you how to juggle

As you can tell one is not exactly like the others

Eventually, he'll introduce you to pale girl and she'll take on the role of your older sister

Think of this like one big game of house

Lets you have your own home and space sure but there's a room specifically dedicated to infantizing you because you're just too precious

I mean you literally have this giant ass crib to lay in whenever he decides to drop on by and play house alongside the pale girl

And trust me when I say you WILL play house lest you be on the recieving end of the punishments

One such punishment includes you taking a big bite from a rotten heart filled to the brim with maggots provided with courtesy by pale girl

Don't worry about actually getting hurt though he could never 💗

Same goes for his very funny companion

The three of you will draw together (ignore that they're literally sticking their fingers into a guy's brain to get the color red to add to their crude childish drawing), play games together, and overall just have a ball (what do you mean you want them to leave you alone?)

You once witnessed them setting up jack-o-lanterns made from decapitated heads

You shut that down real quick and concinced them to throw it out with the threat of not being friends anymore

It's really the only leverage you have in this child-parent relationship

Now onto labels

I think Art would like to be called any variation of Mom just because he fits the role also it's absolutely hilarious to him and who are you to deny him his daily dose of laughs?

Speaking of laughs you might wanna move that roadkill from out of your actual bed before it starts to rot...(you duly note how it's dressed in a baby's onesie alongside a binky placed- no- shoved into its gaping mouth)

But also I think he'd like to be called any variation of Dad just as much, reading the newspaper absolutely losing it over how funny the woman who got decapitated due to a work accident is

He expect something respectively on Father's Day and Mother's Day

Pale girl even creates a holiday called Big Sister's Day

So be sure to get them something

Even if it's shittly made they'll both cherish it forever (with Art being dramatic acting all flattered that you made something for little ole him)

Did you have parents before? Well not anymore and Art made sure you watched the whole process as he tortured the ones that took you away from him (you really didn't ask for him to be introduced into your life)

I bet you this mf would get you this dirty ass pacifier and fully expect you to suck on it (you're able to throughly clean it after a LOT of convincing since Mama/Papa Art knows best naturally)

Will play patty cake with you (once again ignore his blood stained hands)

Probably walks around naked when his costume is being cleaned (Pale girl doesn't mind so why do YOU his precious little bby mind?)

Will begrudgingly wear a towel around his waist after- again- a lot of convincing on your part

At the end of the day will tuck you into bed and may even destroy your actual bed so you're forced to sleep inside the adult sized crib

Wants to and deserves to be praised for all his creative kills

Might even get a phone to take pictures just to show you his work (you hesitantly compliment him remembering what happened last time you showed disgust)

Last time he locked you in your room for 24 hours and only after begging to be let out (and some begging on pale girl's part) you were let out)

Absolutely loves when his precious bby praises him, he feels like an accomplished parent

Stinky stinky little man you have to lightly coerce him to shower of which he will do (you even once convinced pale girl to take a bath when you realized she was covered in mysterious substances by calling her big sister)

Most likely does not get memes AT ALL

Heaven forbid if you somehow get a romantic partner

They won't last the week with your big sister and Mama/Papa around

Also expect to have to clean up their messes a whole bunch

They aren't very responsible now are they?

Once again I am very sorry and I am very much going to hell for this 🥲

Btw I will be writing a part 2 of how the three kf you met most likely but bare with me it may take a while since my interests are always jumping. Anyway Art is what people and I consider bbg.

#art the clown #terrifier 2 #terrifier art the clown #terrifier & reader #pale girl #yandere #i love clowns