#I just need a minute to vent and I can’t do it with my family because half of them don’t even understand the direction this is going

[quietwingsinthesky]

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[crowrelli]

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[casbeeminestiel]

The immense feeling of satisfaction I get from discussing the bullshit going on in my state under DeSantis’ anti-trans crusade with my lesbian doctor on a group chat with my conservative mom and knowing that she can’t argue because. Well. Doctor trumps businesswoman when it comes to medicine and gender-affirming healthcare.

[floral-hex]

me… sad boy

[maybankswhore]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑.

summary: rafe overhears you talking to sarah about your feelings and wants to take care of you.

warnings: mentions of depression and anxiety , rafe eavesdropping , little bit of swearing

You sighed at Sarah’s hand rubbing your back comfortingly as your face hid itself in your hands to hide your puffy eyes and red cheeks. You looked like a mess— and you felt how you looked. Everything just seemed so overwhelming , and there was such much pressure on you from your family. There were so many feelings that you kept inside because you hadn’t wanted to feel like a burden.

“I’m just so tired all the time.” You ranted to Sarah , wiping underneath your eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m always so tired and so , so sad. Nothing seems to make it go away. I always feel this. . . this impending doom over me like something bad’s gonna happen. Like I’m going to fail and disappoint everyone.”

Sarah frowned. She definitely related that feeling and tried her best to figure out the right way to help you. Frowning , you pushed some hair away from your face. “Have you tried talking to Rafe?” Her face twisted up at the mention of her brother , but making sure to quickly wipe it away. Despite her own personal feelings towards him , Sarah knew that Rafe was good to you. The relationship he had with you was probably his only saving grace.

You shook your head at her. “No because Rafe’s not. . .” you struggled to find the right words. “Rafe shouldn’t have to deal with me like this. He already has so much on his own plate that a sad , depressing girlfriend should be the least of his worries. And I know he doesn’t like to see me cry because he feels too bad if he can’t make it stop.” You didn’t resent Rafe for not being the best person to talk to. You knew why he struggled with it and your stress shouldn’t fall onto his shoulders. You’d feel guilty adding on to everything else Rafe dealt with.

“Look I’m not the biggest fan of my brother,” Sarah muttered under her breath. “But I know that he cares about you , Y/N and he would want to be there for you. He’s your boyfriend—” she emphasized. “It’s kinda what he signed up for.”

As you cried , Rafe loomed around Sarah’s door. He didn’t want to eavesdrop , but he couldn’t stop himself from being concerned when he noticed your sniffles floating from the small crack in the door. Rafe wasn’t one to pry too much , too afraid it’d push you away. He felt his chest grow heavy as he listened to you vent to Sarah , hating you felt that way. He wanted to take every negative and sad thing in your brain and pluck it away. Store somewhere impossible to find and never feel again.

Pursing his lips , Rafe sighed as he knocked on the door softly to signal that someone was there. He lightly peaked around it , focusing on you. “Hey , baby. I’m home.” He smiled at you gently , feeling determined to try and be what you needed. Rafe wasn’t good at feelings but he would do anything for you and try again until he did it right.

You plastered on a fake smile when you saw him. Your heart warmed up just a little bit more at your boyfriend , feeling antsy to be in his arms. You mumbled a quick ‘thanks , sar’ before tapping her shoulder to walk out.

She gave you a smile in return , hoping that things would get better for you soon.

Rafe’s arm immediately snaked around your waist and pulled you to him and leading you down the hall. You tried your best to act normal , hoping that it was dark enough to conceal the mess you were sure painted across your face.

He waited until the door of his room closed before speaking. “You were crying.” Rafe’s thumb swiped underneath your cheekbone , a frown on his face.

“I know.” You whispered back. You grabbed his hand and kept it on your cheek , eyes fluttering closed at his touch. “’m was just sad for minute.”

“Sweet baby.” Rafe sighed , being gentle with his touch and words. His eyelashes fluttered against the apples of your cheeks when he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your face. “What’s wrong?”

As if his words were a trigger , tears started falling down your face. You threw your arms around his neck and just cried , shamelessly. You weren’t thinking of sounding stupid or crying in an ugly way. You weren’t embarrassed and you weren’t feeling guilty. You just cried. It felt good to finally feel it and not try and disguise it with other things. It felt good to feel Rafe’s arms tighten around you , the coos of him healing something deeply rooted in your soul.

You just wanted to feel comforted , and loved.

Rafe held you tightly as you did so , rocking you back and forth. The two of you stood there in the middle of the room with the only sound being the way you sobbed loudly in the crook of his neck. You didn’t even know what words could explain how you felt , so you didn’t even bother trying.

“My sweet girl,” Rafe mumbled into your hair. “Lay down with me.”

He easily slid the two of you backwards , quickly kicking off his shoes to get onto the bed. He left the covers tucked , his work clothes on— something he’d never allow any other time. All Rafe cared about was holding you so you didn’t feel so alone.

You let him move you towards the bed. He laid down flat while gripping at your hips , pulling you to straddle him. A sigh of contentment left your lips as you laid down , chest to chest , with your cheek against his cheek. It was so close that you felt the warmth of his breath on the side of your neck , sending shivers down your spine with each exhale. It was suffocatingly close— and just what you needed.

His hands rubbed your back as you calmed down , laying there next to him. The sound of his breathing was like a lullaby , shushing your nerves to sleep as you listened to it carefully. Your breathing pattern began to mimic his and you almost mistaked Rafe Cameron as some sort of drug you were warned about at school assembly’s.

“Thank you.” You breathed , after what seemed like hours of just laying there compared to the minutes it actually was. “I’ve just felt so overwhelmed lately. And everything’s making me sad. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me.” Rafe stopped you , craning his neck down to look at you. He stared into your ears with scrunched brows , a finger to your chin. “Don’t ever apologize to me for that.”

“Okay.” You mumbled back. You grabbed his hand to kiss his thumb.

“It’s what I signed up for.” Rafe breezed it in , hoping you wouldn’t be mad at him. The air becoming light hearted when you rolled your eyes playfully and smacked his chest.

“You’re such a jerk!”

[rad-batson]

The Robins as RA’s Because I Said So

Credentials: I’m an RA, trust me.

Dick Grayson: The “Cool” RA

His friends told him he’d be great at it so he applied

Holds your hair back when you’re throwing up in the bathroom

Gives life lessons at every opportunity even when you don’t want them

Sees his residents in the hallway and proceeds to talk their ear off

Knocks on your door if he hasn’t seen you in a few days to make sure you’re doing alright

Has the “I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed” face on point

You actually feel bad when he catches you drinking in the halls :(

Jason Todd: The Cool RA

Wanted something to pad his resume so he applied

Will help you hide a body. “Just ask.” You didn’t, but you can’t remember how it came up either

Doesn’t care about the Rules, per se, but he will judge you for lacking common sense

“You know what, Derek? I’m writing you up just for being stupid. You could have at least put it in a paper bag.”

Organizes all of his events last minute, best attendance in the building

One day, he lets it slip that he has a 4.3 GPA

No one believes him until he actually shows them with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face

Tim Drake: The Invisible RA

Didn’t want to go apartment hunting so he applied for the free housing

Do you even have an RA? Does he even live here?

Apparently, he’s like triple-majoring or something, but like…no one knows what for. Or how. (He's really Undecided)

Does the bare minimum, but somehow still excels at his job

Everyone who sees him has a completely different description of what he looks like

One person starts the rumor that he’s a vampire, which is only made worse when someone sees him looking ghostly pale while chugging some weird red drink (Ultra Red Monster) in the middle of the night

Stephanie Brown: The Best Friend RA

One of those people who actually likes living in student housing so she applied

Gossips with everyone

“You didn’t hear this from me but-“ and “What am I, your mother?” are her most common phrases

Will probably get fired just because of how many university secrets she’s spilled

Keeps her door open at all times, her room is super cute too

One of her residents walks in and says, “You won’t believe what my boyfriend did this time!” Stephanie is already popping popcorn.

Will let you get away with shit if you make a good case for yourself

Damian Wayne: The Try-Hard RA

It’s a tradition in his family now, and he takes those very seriously, so he applied

A troublemaker’s worst nightmare

He will catch you drinking. No one knows how. Even his boss thinks it’s suspicious.

Seconds from a mental breakdown at all times of the day

Absolutely livid when the event he spent the least amount of effort on gets the best attendance (He just brought all of his art supplies to the lounge and taught people how to draw)

Writes incident reports like they’re addressed to the Pentagon

A resident comes to his door crying because her grandmother passed away, and Damian completely blanks on what to do so he lets her into his room and gives her a really long hug while she calms down, then he sits her down and lets her vent for an hour. A week later, she comes back and thanks him for being there when she needed it. It sticks with him for years.

[in1-nutshell]

Hellooo :)

Wanted to ask if you can write a Predacon Buddy version/AU? In my idea their alt mode would be similar to a Night fury from How to train your dragon/HTTYD. I'm imagining a mix between movie 1 Toothless personality and movie 3 Toothless personality mostly.

Buddy being very playful and outgoing even as a Predacon, play fighting with Skylynx and/or Darksteel and teasing Predaking by laying in his lap (can we call it that?? I dunno. I mean his front legs) and placing their paws/claws on Predakings snout. Or simply stealing his Energon/prey/whatever he eats for a chase?

Buddy, despite being with their pack most of the time, sometimes ends up with the Autobots. Nobody knows how or why. Buddy, being in their alt mode, just one day chilling in the Autobots base as the bots come back from a mission (Ratchet left for too). The bots just walk in and see a fragging Predacon chilling in the middle of their base like- THE FRAG?? HOW DID THAT GET IN HERE??!

Please do it with the Autobots and Decepticons if that's alright!!

I love your writing SO DAMN MUCH ♥️♥️

PS Sorry for any spelling mistakes!

Thank you for the complement! And don't worry too much about spelling mistakes, we all make them!

Predacon Buddy's are slowly becoming a common theme here.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Night Fury Predacon with Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Predaking, and Soundwave

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Shockwave doesn’t really know what happened to this Predacon when they came out of the test tube.

He blames Starscream.

Does Starscream have anything to do with this?

Maybe. He seems like the most logical suspect.

Buddy came out small, cute, and curious. Already nipping at Cons pedes when they came to close with their retractable dermas.

Curiosity was a dangerous thing to have if left unchecked.

So, Shockwave did the only logical thing.

He gave Buddy to Predacon, Skylynx, and Darksteel to look after.

The three older Predacons had their servos full trying to take care of Buddy.

Which was mainly Predaking doing most of the work. He was the most responsible out of the group and their king, naturally he picked up this duty.

Draksteel and Skynx where in charge of playing with Buddy.

Curiosity led Buddy to find the empty Autobot base by accident.

Of course, they didn’t really care about this ongoing war.

Right now, they wanted some places with a warm spot, maybe something soft to cuddle.

Some stray beams of sunlight hit the floor of the base creating a lovely warm place to sleep. But they needed the soft thing now to make things complete.

A soft little gasp was heard behind Buddy as they turned around quickly baring their retractable dermas.

They quickly put them away seeing a small human boy frozen in place. The weird looking frames on his face intrigued Buddy as they crept closer.

Raf just stayed still not knowing what to do.

Buddy vented out roughly knocking Raf’s glasses off his face which caused him to fall to the floor.

Buddy softly pocked at Raf’s hair.

Finally! The soft thing has been found!

Buddy carried Raf by the helm of his shirt and moved to the warm spot, circled around the place before plopping down.

Raf was trapped in between Buddy’s helm and front servos as they snuggled up to him before falling into recharge.

This is what Raf gets for staying at the base for 5 minutes alone.

Miko was never going to let him live this down.

For now, he figured he wasn’t in danger, and the small dragon was warm… and he didn’t get much sleep lately…

Raf was out like a light before he knew it causing Buddy to snuggle even further into their new favorite human.

Team Buddy duty

These bots were supposed to be watching Buddy. Buddy wasn’t supposed to leave the Nemesis until they had orders to go otherwise. Are they panicking when they can’t find Buddy on the ship? Who’s going to tell them in their face without risking the consequences?

Predaking

Soundwave

Team that’s about to have a break down

These bots are very concerned in finding Buddy. Whether it be in the base sunbathing with their new favorite human or just gliding back from a long day of flying, these bots are about to lose it. They are just glad that no one got hurt by the end of the day.

Bumblebee

Smokescreen

Predaking

[satellite-evans]

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: a fan made a video about your husband not being able to keep himself from talking about you and your unborn child at all times.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff. Like y’all know you can’t expect anything else from me at this point

A/N: I would like to say before y'all come to me and say 'my omg you copied @astranva how could you' I didn't. Nova herself is cool with it and I'm just sick of you guys always putting us against each other. We are both fluff writers for the same white dude. Similarities are going to happen. So please, don't attack me, and don't full nova's inbox with bullshit. Thank you. <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Chris Evans is a well-known name in Hollywood. Not only for his looks, his iconic role as Captain America, and his famous left boob grab, but the way he kept talking about you in all his interviews.

There was no denying that he was obsessed with you and even more since you carried his child. This obsession was even noticed by fans that they couldn't help but make a video about their favorite Marvel star.

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight.

The trending internet video started with a clip of Chris in his famous white suit standing in front of the cameras at the knives out the premiere.

While everyone was screaming at him and trying to get his attention, his eyes were only locked on you, mesmerized by your beauty and making sure you were okay, that the baby was fine.

"Hey Chris, how are you? Good to see you." The voice of the extratv journalist was heard while she was shaking his hand.

"What was it like to be a part of it and work with the cast?" Her first question came immediately after the introduction and made Chris think for a few seconds.

" Uh, I-It was uh, very humbling, y'know a-a lot very talented people who've had uh very long career in this industry so, a lot to learn."

Just when the interviewer was going to shoot him with another question, Chris showed he was clearly not done with his answer.

"Also, also I would like to say that it meant a lot to my wife, Y/N, too." He pointed towards you, where you were standing next to his publicist, trying not to take his thunder away tonight with your very pregnant belly.

"Oh yeah, Y/N is also here tonight! Let's let her join in this interview too!"

Chris then waved the woman off "No, that's okay. She doesn't like this type of thing and I want to respect that. But yeah, she is the reason I accepted this-the job. She is, y'know- my wife is very into detective work and solving crimes so when the opportunity came I just-I had to take it to make her happy."

The next clip showed Chris yet with another interviewer, but this time he was sitting in front of her with Ana de Armas next to him.

"So first, I wanted to say congratulations to Chris. You and your wife are expecting a baby."

In an instant, a smile grew on his face, and he got excited since the conversation was his favorite topic.

"That's right, yeah." He said, with a smirk on his face and his pink in his mouth.

"So how does that feel, becoming a dad after waiting all those years?"

He answered the question with such ease, " It is exciting, but also intimidating, in a way." He started, "Just like you said the need- I wanted to have a family for so long, you think I would've mentally prepared myself, but it is nothing like that. You're scared, you're nervous, you-you constantly thinking if you're going to be a great dad, y'know? All these questions come up and make you more anxious than you already are but, thankfully I have Y/N, she-"

"Omg, she is amazing," Ana interrupted him.

Chris nodded immediately, agreeing with her statement.

"So amazing. I mean, honestly, without her, I think I would be lost. She is the best wife, the best friend, and I know she is going to be the best mother for our child. I-I don't know what I would do without her."

"That's so cute. I'm so happy for you, Chris."

The next clip was him in Massachusetts, on a set of Defending Jacob posing in front of the cameras with a bunch of fans.

"Man, when are you growing your hair back, we loved it in infinity war!" A man said while recording the encounters between Chris and his fans. He smiled and looked towards the guy who said: " I'm sorry but, the wife doesn't like it, so it's not gonna happen. Whatever she wants."

With that, he waved at the fans for the last time before going back to his trailer. He almost missed the guy's response:

"Never thought Captain America was gonna be pussy-whipped!"

Without turning back, Chris shouted back to him : "Why are you saying like it's a bad thing!"

Another video was added of him at the tonight show starring Jimmy Fallon.

"Did you-where you sad when you had to do the end-last scene?" Jimmy asked him after they started talking about the success of Avengers Endgame.

"Yeah, it was very emotional. I mean, it's emotional. These movies are a huge part of your life. And so, when they come to an end, it really it has an impact. But thankfully, I had my wife by my side who supported me throughout everything and, y'know, was there when I needed that extra emotional support."

"Speaking of your wife, Y/N, congratulations buddy she is pregnant!"

The whole crowd started cheering and clapping, Including Jimmy himself, and Chris could only smile and nod, showing how proud he was.

"Yeah, she is. We're expecting a child together, which sounds so odd when I say it because my dream I had for years finally became a reality."

The whole audience was awed, making Chris swoon.

"I am so happy for you pal, I truly am. So how far along is she?"

He looked in the air, thinking and making sure he was giving the right answers.

"She is- tomorrow she will be 7 months pregnant, yeah. Again, I couldn't be more excited about the whole thing. She is incredible. I mean literally, words don't even describe how much she means to me. I love her so much and can't wait to meet our baby."

"That's incredible news, buddy."

The final clip of the video was a self-recorded video Chris made to wish one of his fans a happy birthday.

"Hey Josh, it's me, Chris Evans. So your friends told me you turned 21, and I just wanted to say, have a happy birthday buddy. You're finally at the age that you can drink, at least legally, so go out and have a drink and enjoy it with your friends as much as you can. I would've joined you guys, but y'know, the missus is pregnant and we don't want her to scream at us like a street cat, do we?"

The video also caught you screaming from behind.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"I was just joking honey, all good here!" Chris screamed back. " She just proved my point," he whispered "anyway, happy birthday buddy, thank you for all the love, and enjoy your day. I've gotta show some love to my wife. Don't want her to get too mad at me. See you later, pal."

The video was so loved that it got 10 million in just one day and received many comments from fans:

user1: plsss the way he looks at her, he's down BAD

user2: when is someone going to talk about me the way Chris is talking about his pregnant wife?? WHEN???

user3: I love how he randomly brings up y/n during any conversation lmao

user4: NOT THE STREET CAT LMAOOO

The video got so much love that it even caught the attention of the man himself, Chris Evans.

[stuckinapril]

don’t know if you’ve already shared (or if you wouldn’t like to) but i’d love to hear about your resolutions and goals for this year!

Hi so sorry for how late this is!! I have quite a few!

Ins —

Being more decisive. Trusting myself w calling the shots. Just making a decision and sticking w it.

Financial literacy

More reading. Just more.

Attacking things I’m uncomfortable with instead of shying away from them.

More silence. I don’t need to have my earphones in all the time

More time w family!!! I need to put in as much effort to connect w them as I do w my friends

Green tea every night

More pictures. I have a serious problem of just not being incentivized to take any

More scientific literature for fun!!

Piggybacking off that point���making it instinctive to apply things I study to real life situations. This is a niche one but it just helps me process stuff faster and I just think it’s a super dope learning technique

Pushing myself harder. It’s just not my preference to be mediocre.

Nourishing myself w my own affirmations. Cutting out my need for other people’s validation

Educational documentaries

Making more of an effort to connect w my Arab heritage

Being my natural self. It’s okay if I’m not bubbly all the time. Sometimes I just want to chill

Whole foods

Less phone time (I say this every year but like I want 2024 to be the year I’m truly disconnected/using my phone in a healthy way)

Body oils!

More tennis dates w friends!

10k steps a day

Sticking religiously to my hour by hour schedule

Keeping promises to myself as ardently as I keep promises to others

Being more bold w fashion!!

Hitting the gym 5 days a week

Reading more literature in Arabic and French

Learning how to cook. I cannot live off Siggi’s for the rest of my life lol

Exploring more music genres

Learning the piano!!

No longer feeling guilty for withholding information. Privacy is not a bad thing.

Getting more and more independent!!

Becoming the friend I want to be. Other people need to show up as well, but I can’t hold people up to standards I myself can’t reach.

Outs —

Centralizing luxury brands. Thinking that price equates to quality. The fact of the matter is quality equates to quality. Price is irrelevant.

Relying on snap judgment responses to situations. I need to learn to wait at least 15 minutes. I can be impulsive asf

Jumpiness. Nervous energy. I just want to be more calm and controlled in how I carry myself. I want to exude self-assuredness

Checking my phone first thing in the morning!!

Drinking less than 3 liters of water a day

Being available all the fucking time. If someone has an issue w me for being busy, maybe they’re not someone I want in my life in the first place.

Being too forgiving. Not immediately allowing someone back into my life doesn’t make me a bitch. Immediately running to fix things w someone doesn’t make me selfless. Being the bigger person in situations where I was nowhere near in the wrong doesn’t make me mature. It’s just symptomatic of a lack of boundaries.

Consuming dumb shit in the name of “keeping up w pop culture.” I don’t care about celebrity controversy #7282727. I don’t care about celebrity selfie #827226. It doesn’t elevate my life in any way. I legit just don’t care. And this goes for real life gossip w friends too

Taking too long to text back!! A day is fine, but sometimes I take longer and I think that’s a shitty trait to have. I can absolutely afford to respond to people faster.

Too much chocolate!! I’m a sweet tooth but I must preserve my skin/overall health

Motivation over discipline. I need to be attuned to discipline always.

Control freak antics. I can’t control people. It’s not my responsibility. They’ll act how they act. All I can do is control my reaction to it

Rumination/unhealthy venting. When I’m done w something, I’m done w something.

Overcompensating for other people’s shortcomings. It’s not my responsibility to coddle others. It’s okay if something is too much for me.

Having no boundaries w others. People aren’t entitled to private information. It doesn’t make me deceptive to withhold things—it just makes me selective. People need to earn private details about me.

Curating things I like. I simply like what I like. It’s not that deep.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

How bout teen!reader and the other women in the ROR family humiliating the men for teasing the reader after practically passing out from period cramps? Idk which men you'd think of when I say that it'd be like, them thinking that reader was just being overly dramatic and that the pain wasn’t so bad, and then Brunhilde and Shiva’s wives make them go through this things that you plug in your abdomen to simulate period cramps? Well, yeah, that and then they kund of understand why reader nearly died. I'm just venting because my colleagues are so annoying about this when they don’t even know what it feels like, lol <3

-You were curled up in Parvati’s arms, a pout on your face as you held the hot water bottle to your stomach while Brunnhilde was yelling at the male gods and warrior, the ones who laughed at you.

-Your unwanted monthly visitor was never the same, and this month, she decided to mess you up with such bad cramps that you nearly fainted, which was worrying for your family, but as soon as they knew you were all right, they found out why and many of the men in your family were quickly laughing.

-This wasn’t funny to you- this was torture, and it was only when you started crying, overwhelmed with emotions, that Aphrodite, Shiva’s wives, and the Valkyries stepped in to discipline the men.

-Kali gave the men all a lesson on what happens during a woman’s shark week, on how the uterus is basically trying to kill itself since it didn’t get what it wanted, and how no two women’s shark weeks were the same and some, like you, sometimes had severe symptoms.

-Some did sympathize with you and other women, but it was Aphrodite who suggested a more hands on approach to this lesson and produced a cramp simulator for every single person who laughed at you.

-Once they were all hooked up, a few, like Loki and QSH, complained, asking if they really had to do this.

-You were given a bowl of ice cream as you curled up on the couch as Brunnhilde took control of the remote, “Laugh by the end of this and you will be forgiven.”

-Twenty minutes later, you were the only laughing, along with the other women, as many of the men were unable to even move, after going from level one to level fifteen in cramps.

-You were pretty sure a few had passed out themselves, while others were shaking, sweating heavily, and gasping for air- this was not fun! This was torture!!

-Once the devices were removed, Aphrodite smirked down at all of them, once they were all awake, “Now then- would anyone like to laugh this time?”

-There was nothing but silence as her answer before Apollo spoke, “You have to deal with that every month?!”

-Durga gave a small nod, “Almost every woman does, but it’s never the same, one month it might be mild and only last three days, others you might be crippled and suffer for a whole week!”

-Eyes went wide- this wasn’t natural before Loki spoke, not being rude, “How do you guys handle this!” a few glances between the women were sent around before Parvati spoke up, “It’s expected of us to continue going about our lives as if nothing is wrong.”

-Eyes went wide, like they didn’t believe before the ladies all started taking turns telling the comments that you and they have been forced to endure, “It can’t be that bad!”, “You’re just faking it to get out of doing stuff.” “Still gotta go to work!”, “Need to take care of the kids!”, “Gotta clean the house!”, “Need to go to school.”, “Don’t talk about that- it’s gross and unnatural.”, “Oh you must be on your period!”, “Not to mention we have to deal with things like breakouts, headaches, and bloating- just to name a few.”

-You were the one who then finished the argument, “Even if we’re in pain, or like me when I almost passed out earlier- we’re expected to pretend that we’re okay as society expects that from us.”

-You’re pretty sure that you all got the point across, especially after Buddha cuddled you, hugging you while you were wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Shiva was showering his wives with affection, apologizing to them for every incident that he was insensitive towards them.

-Now if you could just get every other male on earth to understand what it feels like to have a period- then maybe more things would change.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Babysitting mishaps- Severide/Jay Halstead/ Casey

Summary: when Jay picks you up from you job that you do on your off shifts, he is concerned when you remain silent on the way home. What’s going through your mind?

Warnings: honestly, this is mental abuse so be warned, some language I think.

Authors note: First, if you are in this type of situation, GET OUT (I am preaching to myself, but please get out of that situation). Second, this is not an ask, but it’s something I needed to vent out and get out, so I hope you enjoy some fluff and maybe a glimps onto my own life….

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You have been a babysitter on your off shifts for years. If you hadn’t been a paramedic, you would have greatly considered being a pediatrician. Other than being a paramedic, your other life purpose is to take care of children.

You’ve had your good and your bad families. You have always tried your best to just do your job and stay out of the way, but this was the last straw. You hate driving, so you sit silently in the passenger seat of Jay’s truck.

Jay sighs as he glanced over at you once more. “Baby. Talk to me.” Jay basically begged, resting a hand on your thigh as he turns onto the road to the town house that you both share with Matt and Kelly.

You shook your head and kept your gaze plastered out of the window. You couldn’t talk now. As it was, you were barely holding it together with Jay’s gentle touch and soft voice. The second you opened your mouth, you were sure that you would burst into tears.

Jay sighed again and left his hand on your thigh as he smoothly pulled into a parking space. Jay turned off the truck and sat with you quietly. He knew better than to rush you, but he also knew to follow your lead until it was no longer beneficial to you.

Sighing, you looked at Matt and Kelly’s cars in the driveway. If you were going to talk about it, you were going to only say it one time. So, you readied yourself before you got out of the truck, squeezing Jay’s hand before hopping down and making a beeline for the front door.

The door was unlocked, so you walked straight in. Kelly was sat at the counter, watching Matt make dinner for the four of you. Normally, you would go in and help straight away, kissing both Matt and Kelly with a gentle smile. Tonight, you walked straight to the bedroom and shut the door, needing a minute to yourself while you changed into some comfy clothes, which consisted of Jay’s Army sweatshirt with Matt’s fireman shirt and Kelly’s sweats.

As soon as Jay came in, Matt and Kelly shared a look before Kelly finally spoke. “Alright, what’s going on with her?”

“I don’t know. Honest.” Jay said, holding up his hands. “She’s been quiet since I picked her up. She wouldn’t say a word the whole way home and you both know she normally gushes about whatever she did with the kids.” Jay said, coming to sit next to Kelly.

Matt turned and grabbed a beer from the fridge, setting it down in front of Jay. “She’ll either come to us when she is ready or start crying. Either way, we all need to stay calm and be rational.” Matt said, giving Jay a pointed look.

“What? You think I can’t be calm and rational?” Jay asked, taking a sip of his beer.

Kelly chuckled. “Please. You are so protective over her. I guarantee that you will be fuming and threatening to kill whoever upset her as soon as she tells us what’s wrong.” Kelly commented, tipping his bottle toward Jay as he spoke before taking a sip himself.

“Like you have room to talk.” Matt laughed, shaking his head as he turned to continue dinner.

A few minutes later, you came out of the bedroom in your comfy clothes, making a beeline for Kelly. He placed his beer down and opened his arms, taking you into his embrace as he met the eyes of your other two partners.

“Hey baby.” Kelly whispered, kissing the top of your head. “You doing okay?” Kelly lightly probed.

You grunted into him, bringing your sweatshirt covered hands between the two of you like you were trying to hide yourself in his embrace. Kelly could feel you shaking and immediately started rubbing your back to try and generate some heat.

“Jay, go grab her blanket please.” Kelly said, giving Matt a look as Jay jogged quickly into the living room and came back, wrapping you up.

Kelly lifted you into his lap and gently rocked you before deciding that the couch would be more comfortable and moved into the living room. Jay followed suit and then Matt came in, having turned off the stove and covered up dinner to finish later.

“Sweetheart. Please talk to us.” Matt said, sitting down beside Kelly.

“I-I can’t do it anymore.” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek. “He Al-always yells a-and cur-curses at the kids.” You shook your head, letting out a sob. “I can’t h-help them. I can’t w-watch it anymore.” You said, choking on a sob as Kelly pulled you closer into his embrace.

“Shhhh breathe baby. Just breathe.” Kelly whispered, bringing your face into his neck.

Jay was seeing red but kept his comments to himself for the time being. He knew there wasn’t anything he could do legally. He’s seen worse and those parents still kept their kids. “Baby. Has he acted this way toward you?” Jay asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

You nodded slightly into Kelly’s neck but couldn’t make yourself say anything. Matt reached over and held Jay’s hand, squeezing it and telling him to breathe with his eyes. Jay was fuming. Nobody talks to his partners like that, but you needed him right now.

“Baby. Are you planning on going back?” Matt asked, using his free hand to rub your arm.

You shook your head no again and your lovers all breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good. Good girl.” Jay praised. “He needs to figure out what he’s lost. Nobody else would deal with that behavior either.” Jay said, hoping to consul you.

“B-but the kids.” You sobbed. “He-he’s mentally d-damaging them. Developmentally.” You said, shaking as you realized that you left those kids with an emotionally unavailable father who’s only goal was to keep them alive until they turned 18, emotions be damned. You felt sick. You sat up and covered your mouth, staring wide eyed at Matt.

“Sh Sh Sh. Breathe.” Matt said, taking your face in his hands. He knew you were just panicking. “Your alright. In, 1,2,3. Out 1,2,3. Good.” Matt guided and praised you.

Jay got up to grab a wash cloth and a water as Kelly held you and Matt worked on getting you calmed down. He needed a second himself. Of course, once Jay returned, Matt and Kelly had you calmed down and reclined on Kelly’s lap. Jay wiped your face gently and then guided the water to your lips while he placed the wash cloth on the back of your neck. You would be okay eventually, and Jay may have a conversation with the dad on a later date, but nobody else needed to know that.

[sun13koi]

TW- VENT POST. (CW: language, Possible mentions of divorce and mental health). I’m tagging some of my moots that I trust with this sort of thing, but moots just know you don’t have to read it.

So i knew it was gonna happen. I probably figured it out one/two years ago when my dad had a breakdown on a winter vacation. It’s been and ever since. He lives at a different house. I hardly see him. Both of my parents don’t even come CLOSE to how comforted my online family (all of which I’ve met ever since the summer of this year) makes me. Like… I don’t care about my bio family, really. As long as I have my chosen family, I’m okay. But it’s still devastating to accidentally look at your dad’s phone and see a mile long break up text that he’s been writing in the car KNOWING THAT I ACCIDENTALLY LOOK A LOT. All I could see was ‘I’m done with this’, ‘we’re through’, ‘no more couples therapy, we’re done.’ And ‘continue ignoring me, okay? I don’t need your attention.’ And then I couldn’t read any more. This isn’t the first time. One time I saw him (also on accident) texting his therapist saying ‘I think she’s just stalling, and we both know we’re already over. She’s just staying with me for the kids.’

I can’t do this. I wasn’t exposed to many negitive things as a little kid (not until like 11 but that’s a different trauma story)- no horror movies, no mentions of break ups, etc. so I have no fucking clue what to do. I’m stuck with emotions I had almost forgotten because I had convinced myself not to ever use them, that they were a waste of time and made me weak, but now I can’t stop them. I have nowhere to go since I’m underage, and all of the people I’d stay with live at least 15 minutes BY CAR away from me. There’s a hurricane coming my way too.

I knew today was too perfect. I knew something would ruin it. edit: I’m going to sleep so don’t worry if I don’t respond to you im not dead I’m just sobbing myself to sleep👍

Tags- no pressure, yall just are like the only comfort I can think of rn TvT

@someone-kill-the-ej

@l0gansab1tch (I’m not waiting until you’re online again babe I’m just gonna tag you)

@theduckwhostoleyourbread

@/xxpilz we already talked abt this privately so I don’t wanna tag u again but I’m putting u here so u know I’m not like excluding you

[anabdaniels]

Cowboytober Day 7- Cunnilingus

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 1.2k

Rating: 18+

Warning: ExtraSoft!Jack (need to be warned, at least for me), fingering.

Masterlist

When you decided to work teaching in middle and high school, everyone told you to get ready for the kids to test your patience. Ended up that the kids were fine and, after an honest conversation on the first day of class, they were amazing students. Now the grownups were another subject. Other teachers wanting you to get involved in their bickering, the school board changing schedules without any previous warning, parents insisting that their kids’ grades weren’t right because “their kids could never be that clever”.

You had survived another day at the school but at the cost of a monstrous headache. After a long warm bath, you were lying on the bed with your head resting on Jack’s lap while he massaged your temples.

“My poor sugar looks exhausted.” He said softly, observing your tired face.

“You’re not kidding. I’m destroyed.” Your tone made it clear that you were serious.

“There’s anything I can do for you, darlin’?” he questioned while still pressing your temples.

“I’m afraid you can’t find my students new families, so there’s not much to be done.” You chuckled softly, finally starting to feel a bit better, especially with your headache almost gone.

“That’s right.” Jack smiled with the vision of you looking a bit better and moved his hands to caress your cheeks “But I wasn’t talking about that.” He winked at you with a playful smile and you smiled widely, aware of what he was talking about.

“On this scenario, I’d make a wonderful use of you and your mustache between my legs.” He smirked at your honesty and promptly crawled on the bed, placing himself on top of you.

“If my lady asks, she should receive.” Jack leaned his head and kissed you, moving his hands to caress the sides of your body, and holding your nightgown, lifting it calmly, stopping the kiss to get you rid of it. You had nothing under it, you were too exhausted to bother to put on panties or a bra.

Calmly, Jack started to kiss your neck and caress your thighs. You closed your eyes and relaxed on the bed, enjoying all his attention and the fact that he was always up to please you; you knew that you probably wouldn’t be in the mood for anything more than he eating you and so did he, but Jack would never get mad or disappointed like your past lovers, on the contrary, he’d probably just cuddle you and let you vent about your hard day.

You moved your hand to his hair while he kissed your breasts, already feeling your body relaxing with his gentle caresses; Jack always knew what was the right pace for each moment. He moved with no rush to your belly, planting a lot of kisses on the region, while his hands rubbed your thighs.

Just after a couple of minutes, you opened your eyes when you felt Jack moving away. He placed himself on the floor and grabbed your hips gently, pulling them to be on the edge of the bed. Once with your legs resting on his shoulders, he kissed your inner thighs, making you move a bit on the bed and hold his hair tighter.

When his tongue finally moved through your swollen clit, you were unable to do more than whimper and pull a lock of his hair. Jack caressed your thighs and kept focused on what he was doing, remaining at a slow pace and looking up to appreciate your every expression. You grabbed the bedsheets with the other hand, starting to breathe quickly and squirm on the bed, but unable to move so much, since one of Jack’s arms was around your hips to keep you in the right place for him to keep savoring you, loving all the sounds and moves you were making, happy with how your previous tired expression had been replaced for a relaxed and pleased expression.

Keeping your hips in place, Jack moved his other hand all over your body, caressing every inch of your skin, starting on the side of your body, passing on both of your breasts, and moving to your lower stomach, caressing and softly pressing the region. You whimpered a bit louder than before and propped yourself in one elbow, wanting to appreciate the amazing view of Jack between your legs and feeling your heart race a bit with the fact that he kept looking deep into your eyes, looking highly pleased for being stuck into your thighs.

When his hand moved from your hips to between your legs, you could only moan loudly while his fingers slid inside you, moving in a precise rhythm to match the pace of his mouth working on your clit and keeping his other hand on your lower stomach. At that point, you didn’t even realize that you had started to tangle your fingers on his hair and pull it harder.

Of course, you wanted to enjoy it as maximum you could, but it had started to be a little harder to keep your composure; the warm feeling of his hand at the height of your womb, the unfairly precise move of his fingers, and the magnificent feeling of his mouth were driving you crazy, giving you no much options but moan and contort on the bed.

The last straw for you was when he curled his fingers inside you and hit the right spot, making you whimper and grab his hair with both hands, unconsciously not wanting him to move away, even knowing that he wouldn’t. You allowed yourself to be fulfilled with that amazing sensation, tightening Jack’s head between your thighs while whimpering and moaning and mumbling while your senses were blurred by that intense orgasm. Jack slowed down after you had cum, stopping totally when you gently pushed his head and carefully pulled his fingers out of you, licking every drop of your taste from them before moving up to the bed again.

You opened your eyes after a few instants, smiling softly when Jack moved a hand to caress your cheek. You leaned forward to kiss him, unable to hold back a sigh when you tested yourself on his lips. You nestled lazily after the kiss, feeling your eyelids heavy.

“Seems that someone is up to a nap before dinner.” He said with a smile, still caressing your face.

“Yes.” You answered in a soft tone.

“That being the case…” you raised your eyebrows when he got up after his unfinished phrase, you only got more confused when he took off his clothes and got back to bed.

“What am I missing?” you questioned puzzled.

“Honey, you know I love to sleep naked.” He answered with all the naturalness of this world, pulling the comforter over you two and passing one arm around you, making you chuckle softly.

“I don’t know why I'm still surprised with you.” You smiled and settled lying on your side, smiling more when he held you from behind and buried his face on your neck. You closed your eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his warm body against yours, falling asleep no more than five minutes later.

Cowboytober Masterlist

[kiyomitakada]

“Thank you for escorting me all this way, Lidner-san,” Kiyomi says politely.

“Of course.” Lidner nods.

“I’m sorry I made you carry so much of the fan mail from the post office,” Kiyomi continues. “A friend suggested I look through it, but I wasn’t quite anticipating the sheer volume…”

Stop me, she wants to scream. Don’t let me go. Don’t let me…

She can’t even think it. What’s wrong with her? Isn’t this what she wanted?

The note paper feels like it’s burning a hole through her handbag.

Lidner hesitates for just a second. Something halfway between terror and relief surges in Kiyomi’s chest—

“Have a good night, Lady Takada.”

Thank god. (Damn it.) “Goodnight.”

She stands stock still as Lidner disappears down the hall. It’s only when the sound of her flats clacking against the marble floor fades into the distance that Kiyomi exhales, fishes out her keys, and enters her apartment.

She’s been getting paranoid ever since Light pulled out that drawer in the hotel room to reveal all the wires. She conducts a bug check herself. It takes about ten minutes to determine that no, none of her adoring fans have broken into her home yet, unless she’s missed something — she glances at the vent — no, that’s too much, she can’t afford to be so neurotic. And the landlord would complain if she unscrewed it.

Still, she walks into her bedroom to avoid what feels like eyes on the back of her neck. Sits down on the bed, sets the box of fan mail on her dresser.

She doesn’t bother opening it. She’d seen T’s letter the second she stepped into the post office.

The email had said: Delete this man at 8:23 p.m.

Then after that, as though trying to reassure her: He was a highway robber and was almost accused of manslaughter three separate times. He was let go due to bribery from his family. I am certain of this.

Kiyomi exhales. She takes out her pen. She opens her handbag.

The envelope feels perfectly normal, not light or heavy, under her fingertips. She unseals it. There’s the encoded confirmation that her sender is who she believes it to be; a page titled Rules for Usage and covered in neat handwritten text; and her murder weapon.

If she had heard it from anyone other than Light Yagami, she would have laughed. This? This high-school style lined note paper can kill remotely with a heart attack?

Kiyomi swallows. Her pen suddenly feels too heavy for her hand.

We can make a world filled with only kind people, Light had said. Eyes wide, sparkling, genuine. Like we talked about in college.

What is Kiyomi hesitating for? It’s just paper. It’s just a name. It’s just a life with net negative worth to society. She’s studied utilitarianism; she knows how the calculations work out. This is the right thing to do.

When Light had first asked her to kill, she’d stumbled so badly that she knocked a chair over.

Stupid. Weak. Unintelligent. Kiyomi Takada will be the goddess of the new world. What is she hesitating for?

Had she thought divinity would spare her from the need to stain her own hands? No. She knows better than that. She just doesn’t want to, because—

She doesn’t want to hurt anyone. She doesn’t.

Her ethics professor, freshman year: Some of the scenarios we’ll discuss will be disturbing. If the faint of heart would like to sit out, be my guest.

He’d looked at her. And at some of the other girls sitting in the front row, she suspects, but she still remembers sitting up straighter and glaring right back because he was wrong and she was better, she’d aced all her classes every single term, she was smart and refined and practical and she’d always known she was better than everyone else because she was.

And yet here she is, staring at a blank piece of paper like a fool, proving that bastard more correct every second.

Kiyomi clicks the pen and, in a single rush of movement, writes the name and time.

There. It’s done. There’s still half an hour to 8:23, she knows, but for all intents and purposes it’s done.

She wants to throw up.

Instead she puts the pen away neatly, folds the papers into five origami cranes to place on her drawer, and stands. She’s fine. She’s going to take a relaxing bath, actually, to congratulate herself for personally helping the world take one step closer to utopia.

She’s still good. She’s better than ever. Why wouldn’t she be?

[ @deathnotetober day 5: first kill ]

[niicoli]

Escaping His Grasp

Yandere sanzu x reader

Warning:yandere tings, kidnapping,abusive behavior,manipulation and etc uhhh sanzu might be ooc again who knows it’s sanzu

“Y/n how long do we need to keep playing these little games, you know I love you but yet you keep trying my patience little one” sanzu Purred out between his lips as he continued to walk throughout the room again.

Pacing back and forth with leisure and calculated steps,”how long do you plan to keep me waiting little one, no I’m sorry how Long do you plan to keep US waiting” you could hear him , hear how his patience was running thin.

You could even sense his sanity slipping through his fake facade, a facade that he would always show to friends and family, matter of fact it was so perfect

That when brought up it always made it seem as if you were the crazy one but now that it’s gotten to this point you shouldn’t focus on the past and instead focus on the present ,and the point that you just wanted to try and make it out alive

“ y/n you know I’ll find you right “ he taunted with a chuckle “ I did everything necessary to keep you safe, so why can’t you see I’m doing this for us little one” you could hear him say as he was walking away from your hiding spot.

“WHY CANT YOU SEE HE WAS A THREAT” he screeched as he started to slam his fist against the nearest wall most definitely making a mess out of it, only to go quiet for a few minutes.

then you hear a slight mumble“ all I’m asking you to do is love me little one, besides you know you’re nothing without me” he breathed out with a smirk on his lips finally walking out of the room.

How could things get so bad, you thought he was your friend one of if not the few that you could confined in when you were in a rough patch in life

But you guess you should have saw the signs earlier, getting upset when your attention wasn’t on him or always talking you down from dates and manipulating you with using your own insecurities against you.

But it got really bad when he would try and control everything about you to point HE was the only consistent person in your life but now you need to focus and stick to the plan, creaking the door open as silently as possible as to not make a sound you start to creep around the room to try your luck with the windows “ locked, damn it should’ve known “ you whispered to yourself

“ come on think y/n you got only a proximate time before he comes back to check in here again “ you say as you look around then you spot the vent “ please don’t be sealed , please don’t be sealed “ you hope as you finally make it to the vent , bingo you preached as you start to crawl into the empty space .

It was a tight fit but it would do, now if you were correct you could use this to try and make it to another part of the apartment complex to try and get help but where to go is the real question as you start to crawl aimlessly through the ventilation system making it harder for you see which direction you were going

“Little one why are you being so stubborn just come out from hiding and I’ll forget about this little mistake of yours”. Sanzu said as you stopped moving your breathing shallow as if not to draw attention to your new hiding place but you could hear him again talking with a low voice almost growling out his words with venom” I’ll carve my name into your precious little flesh if that’s what I have to do little one” he said sinisterly and then it went quiet again.

But instead of of moving away from your hiding place you waited with bated breath to see if he was still underneath you as to not risk it after coming so long but it was almost too quiet.

But you continued to wait then let him ever touch you again and try and tell you promises of how he was your savior almost as if he himself was a god sending you into a whole new spiral of memories of pain and suffering from when you first tried to leave.

Thinking you did enough waiting after five minutes and deeming it safe to go you instantly freeze as you start to hear the sound of his familiar eerily laughter making your heart beat race as if you just ran a marathon, and then you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up as dread starts to sink into your gut

only for you to start to hear a slight ringing in your ears , “RUN” is all that your brain can seem to manifest as a dark cold feeling washes over you and then you hear him

“I SEE YOU Y/N” he says, as he starts to emerge from the darkness, as if they were one crawling towards me at a inhumane pace so fast that if you weren’t there to see it, you wouldn’t believe it

Feeling more dread wash over you you start to crawl faster to try and get away, begging and praying that he doesn’t catch you but all you can hear is the ringing in your ears and his sinister,laughter echoing through out the ventilation system” little one you’re so pathetic thinking you could escape me like honestly did you think you had a chance?”

“please ,please I’m almost there. I know it I can make it. “You think as you start to see a light at the end of the tunnel gripping onto hope and trying to crawl faster only then to feel a jerk on your foot slowly pulling you back into the darkness where HE resides

“ NO, please “ shrieking as you start to thrash and kick feeling so close to freedom finally breaking away from his tight suffocating grip on your body you pause as you hear the ventilation system, creaking and groaning almost as if in pain, then it finally gives out on you and falling through the air almost as if you’re weightless you hit the ground knocking the air out of your lungs

But that can’t stop you ,you tried to crawl towards the door, avoiding the debris but you feel him before you can hear him. He grabs the back of your head and slams your head down against the floor over and over again on repeat, making you lose your sense of consciousness.

“ Why couldn’t you just listen to me y/n now I have to punish you “ he sneered and almost as if mercy from the gods, he knocks your head against the ground one final time, hoping he finally just kills you so that you don’t have to be stuck in this hell hole any more before finally losing consciousness, and feeling in your body, as you give up and let him drag you back into the darkness.

End

[damnedrainbows]

not doing good, bad day for autism. rant below of an autistic woman who’s made this iteration of a rant probsbly far too many times

you know I often advocate for myself and my community, get pissed when I hear shit like ‘curing autism’, embracing my own autism, but most of the time I realize if someone offered me a cure I’d take it. And I don’t even care that that would erase who I am as a person because I’ve come to find out that so much of me is because of my autism, maybe it’s the lesser of two evils

because maybe earlier if I recognized things better maybe I would have seen my brother was getting distressed when we were playing around and he said to stop. thing is the kid does that all the time, playfully saying stop and then getting annoyed when you listen cause he was joking. But no, he was actually upset and according to my family “I should have recognized the tone was different”

maybe when my gf started venting I would have acknowledged that they were just looking to vent and weren’t wanting my rigid solutions

and maybe I could still stare at my art without my eyes feeling like it’ll catch fire because I can’t…look at light that long anymore!

you know I make all these jokes and post funny things with me and gb where I say things without thinking it through and it can be hilarious, but most of the time it’s just. GUTTING. a reminder that no matter how much I”ve studied human behavior since childhood to avoid shit like this, it’ll just keep happening, and it’s not as endearing as I wish it could be, because people just get sick of it

I know I’ve probably bored my friends to tears with the different but same plot of ‘character learning they’re autistic’ because I do that plot so much or something related to autism because it’s my cope lmao I get to act out how I wish most people treated me, I get to resolve trauma with character that were mistreat3d because of it. it’s a plot that I’ll never get tired of doing because I need it

and then on top of everything, my tablet pen, one that is no longer made because they don’t make my tablet anymore, is GONE. I don’t know where, I just had it. And I mean, JUST had it. I’ve been drawing with it all day. I set it down, I don’t know where, and it’s gone!

and all this when I’m already nervous as fuck for my hair appointment tomorrow. you want to know why? scared of the hair dryer. what kind of pathetic pussy…cries at having their hair dried? I never liked grooming growing up, and itks why I never brush my hair, but who the fuck cries at a hair dryer, I haven’t had my hair dried by one of those since my sensitivity worsened. I don’t want to imagine the hell. and of course the appointment is made in the evening as her last client because I can’t be trusted to you know be normal

AND THEN I GET REPRIMANDED FOR NOT HELPING WITH THE FUCKING TV REMOTE THATS BROKEN WHEN IM HAVING A MELT DOWN “could you not sit down with me and show me for a few minutes?” NO I CANT BECAUSE I JUST SPENT THEPAST FIFTEEN MINUTES SLAMMING MY HEAD IN THE SHOWER

im not good it’s just not good. i want my fucking tablet pen i want to be normal. i want to…i cant even say what i want to do without having people worried for my safety. i just.

i can’t deal with being me much longer