#*angry shrieking*

[kantraels]

fseer funniest behaviors

[lizarr7]

Salem gets another form/redesign by me? Who could have foreseen this??? Only her 3rd one so far. Surely there won't b anymore. SUrely.

However, while the other ones are like, headcanons for the show, this is from what I've been calling my RWBY Leviathan AU. Don't think I've ever mentioned it before.

[distance-does-not-matter]

it's about the fact i've got all this love screaming inside of me and i can't do a thing about it

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

any of yall just feel like screaming into the void with frustration well here you go

this is your sign to scream into the void let's go guys I'll start

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cmon tumblr i know you buggers want to

reblog with your screams to manifest avenging banshee energy for us all

xoxo

[tricoufamily]

what if i killed myself

[vinecoveredgarden]

BTW if you live with an autistic person and you sudden, loud noises upset them and you still scream and yell and make Bad Sounds over fucking nothing I hope you choke every time you take a sip of something and it fucks up your throat. I hope a Lego materializes just to cause you agony. I hope every time you turn a corner you misjudge the angle and fucking run into a wall or something.

We are not your fucking entertainment. You are not entitled to make our spaces unsafe and stressful because you "got angry".

[writhe]

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[doctorwormcore]

im not even joking raul esparza's version of franklin shepard inc literally is sending me insane the neurotic awkwardness of it?? brother i am scrEAMING it down the highway

[crayonurchin]

Now, I love doing kids entertainment. Being a bringer of parties and silliness and joy is a great job.

But between parties, I need to unmask from elated birthday joy or I will go insane.

This means sometimes, you'll see Queen Elsa driving on the M25 from gig to gig while fully screaming along to Slipknot

It's therapeutic

[blondiexbiites]

The Ghost first appeared in the periphery of Maddie's vision one night-- just outside of one's focus like the bum on the street corner. Litter in the gutter. A bad feeling that made you cross the street.

But he always seemed to be there, just around the corner for her to bump into, only to realize it was just a coat hung upon a door, or a broom stood in the corner. First as a figment half-sensed in the dreams that come as the skies grow dark. Then, as the nights passed and grew into weeks, as something lurking, waiting for her.

A thin man in a rumpled suit, his throat torn open in some terrible act of mortal violence-- his life bled away and still wetting his ruined collar. A lingering scent of mildew, sour beer and cigarette smoke. An unwelcome brush in the darkness. A laugh half-heard. Leering.

Except tonight, he seems almost solid, sitting at the end of her bed smoking a goddamned cigarette. The audacity.

"Looks like some ol' pornos in here. All th' fuckin' pink an' lace an' fuckin' princess shit, aye?" He chuckles, and smoke wafts from the gored hole in his neck.

"You leeches an' yer aesthetics make me sick. Bet you do insta too, aye?"

Madison forced herself out of bed; her legs were heavy and uncooperative, and her stomach growled from lack of proper nourishment. She swayed, holding to the bed for support, her teeth chattering from a familiar bone-deep chill. That damnable chill she'd endured for weeks on end. She had never before been so cold, but she couldn't allow herself the luxury of huddling under the covers when she had a whole night of hunting ahead of her. Madison had to do something to ward off her hunger and the unsettling feeling of being watched. Laboriously, Madison smoothed out the pink satin sheets and pillows, then shuffled to the kitchen and grabbed a can of scented liquid she couldn't even bring herself to name. Returning to her bedroom, she sprayed the bed linens before tucking everything in tight and drawing the silk duvet in place. Madison then stacked her decorative frilly pillows on the bed in their usual order and sprayed the air deodorizer around the bedroom and bathroom.

Maybe Maddie was just imagining it, but she could have sworn she could smell the same strange, chilling presence she'd been smelling for weeks. The smell of rot, blood, gore, and something unwelcome in her home. Trembling, Madison wrapped her silken pink bathrobe tighter around her trembling frame, blonde curls whipping about as she looked around frantically. Why was she so damnably cold? The normally bubblegum-scented air in her room felt freezing, but she had already set the thermostat to a toasty 70 degrees! Snarling, Madison began to pace, eyes glowing red with frustration as she tried to wrap her head around the strange occurrences these past few days and the smell that had taken residence in her home!

And that was when she heard it.

The noise was slight, little more than a rustle. Madison paused, her blonde head tilting as she listened for a repeat of the slight, odd sound. There. A whisper, like fabric. And from a familiar location.

Someone was in her room.

Madison's scalp prickled, and a jolt of sheer shock made her undead heart almost freeze in her chest. Slowly, Maddie turned her head to face whatever or whoever was sitting on the edge of her bed. The very presence that was violating her sanctuary.

"Looks like some ol' pornos in here. All th' fuckin' pink an' lace an' fuckin' princess shit, aye?"

The chill grew even more potent, the smell staggering, but Madison didn't move, couldn't move. Her eyes swept from his horrendous rumpled clothing to his smarmy, unpleasant face before finally settling on the red hole that was his throat...or used to be his throat. 'Did I do that?' she thought distantly. Afraid. Why did she feel so scared?

"You leeches an' yer aesthetics make me sick. Bet you do insta too, aye?"

Madison's chest constricted, preventing her from doing more than draw in quick, shallow breaths. She couldn't move or even scream, but the moment he insulted her pink colors, morbid righteous fury roared and overwhelmed the bubble of unsureness. "DON'T INSULT MY COLORS!" she screeched, fangs bared, face twisted in a look of ugly rage. "And for your information, I use Tinder!" Only the best place to get proper food. Insta asked for too much exposure, but enough about that, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?! AND GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY BED! THOSE SHEETS ARE EGYPTIAN SILK, AND YOU'RE SPOILING THEM!"

@infamouscabal

[toastingpencils37]

[electriccenturies]

I fucking hate sound >:(

[dirt-str1der]

Why did they feel the need to make prince gumball like ... hot

[skchorpion]

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[discoinfernocrowby]

!! DNI !!

didn't wanna do this on my fun blog but oh well

hey I'm crowby and this blog is for my writing and being goofy. I'm part of a system (syscourse unaligned) and am white, disabled, queer, and generally silly.

for the love of fuck, if you are any of these things don't interact. no asks, no debates, no DMs. i rather you block me for christ's sake.

under the age of 18 (bodily age when it comes to systems/alters)

syscourse + western tulpas

anti-mogai + anti-xeno/neogender + anti-xeno/neopronouns

queerphobic + exclusionists (anti mspec lesbians, arophobic, "LGB" cretins, anti-polyam etc.) + anti-split attraction

anti-furry + anti-otherkin + anti-therian

transrace + trace + transpecies + transage + transabled + transid + radqueer

MAPs + NOMAPs + PEAR + pro-ship + anti-anti + loli/shotacons + Zooies + Necros + Pedos + Biastophiles (whole reason i had to make this list, thanks for clogging my ask box and retriggering me asshats)

anti-recovery

fakeclaimers + people against self dx

TERFs + GenderCrit + radfems

SWERFs + anti sex work in general

people who infantilize neurodivergent peeps, people with intellectual disabilities, and nonverbal people

antisemitism + islamophobia + anti-wiccan + anti-pagan + xenophobic

anti-drug + anti-recreational drug use

anti-npd + anti-aspd + anti-bpd + anti-did/osdd/ddnos/cdd + anti-schizophrenia + anti-psychosis + anti-psychotic + anti-mad/madd + anti-agoraphobia + anti-bipolar

ddlg + cgl + generally all the gross age play stuff (sfw age regression and little stuff is fine)

if i add anything it's either because i forgot to add it in the first place or some asshat helped get it on the list

[inkskinned]

what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.