#I yelled so much

[halogalopaghost]

OMG I GOT SO MAD AT JACKBOX GAMES LAST NIGHT!!!!! Playing murder trivia whatever it's called and they asked me which stones are birthstones and my smug ass is like HAHA I work in the jewelry industry and I love rocks watch me sweep this one

And I got it WRONG because the GAME only counted the CLEAR birthstones and not the TRADITIONAL ones like BLOODSTONE

[bluefireskiesfox]

[basiltonpitch]

worst feeling ever is when i agree with 99% of a post but then there's that 1% that makes me want to set fire to op's blog

[call-sign-shark]

BRUMMIE, I'm smashing my fucking keyboard right now. You can't imagine how many reactions I had in front of my damn screen. hanks God I was alone in the house because I was SQUEALING and SWEARING lmao.

The whole first scene with Tommy gifting the beautiful mare to Y/N got me all anxious because now I knew he was up to no good even though I did not expect your clever way to display his sadism. To be true, I thought he would shoot her mare or something to cause her sorrow, but the fact he loosened the saddle only for her to fall from the horse and trick her into thinking he was right all along was definitely twisted. Twisted and genius at the same time because, yeah, I can get why she falls for his games each time. After the fear she had and the sprained wrist, he came for her with a comforting embrace, so she definitely thought it was her fault. The picture of Thomas leaning against the fence and smoking, a smirk plastered on his face knowing its just a matter of seconds before she falls, is a terrifying depiction of his character. Throughout this scene, my favorite quote was " Harry, let my stallion out, he'll hunt down my wife's horse" Tommy smiled a sinister look in his eyes as he turned to see the stable boy staring back at you, worry on his face as he watched you cradle your hand." Because gosh, it was mirroring Reader and Tommy's relationship so well it sent shivers down my spine.

The family gathering gave me false hope, and that's one of the strengths of your work because even if Tommy is a fucking dick, a part of me still expects him to change. He was ALMOST lovely with Y/N at the Garrison, partly because he was convinced Y/N was now perfectly under his control. The way he switched when she gets angry against him was as expected as frightful. As much as I loved John I was about to slap him lmaooo Kudo for Arthur's small interventions. Like " Argh leave her alone Tom boy. Here love have a drink, drown your worries" Ehhh that's Heaven's hubbie right her, that's my little meow meow. 🥺 During this confrontation, I just loved the detail of Thomas putting the glass so bluntly in front of her that the whisky spills. I live for such tiny but so immersive details.

And the last part.. BRUMMIE HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO MUCH HATRED??? 😡😡 No seriously, Thomas has always been a bastard in your work because it's pretty much the plot, but there I really wanted to strangle him. What a son of a bitch!! Using the maid to punish Y/N by cheating on her and then, playing the poor ol' victim got me yelling, like literally yelling, behind my laptop. The most disgusting but so clever part was: "Turning to face you, Tommy's eyes locked onto yours as he let out a deep moan, still holding onto the maids hair as she picked up the pace. Tommy's body suddenly stiffened, his mouth slightly agape as he let out a low groan, his hooded eyes never once leaving yours as he mouthed your name" => This part highlights how much he takes literal pleasure in tormenting Y/N; and this is a terrifying statement about his mental health. That guy is creeping me out. Poor little Y/N who falls into his trap all over again because, contrary to him, she's desperately in love and I think that's the most painful thing in the whole story. She loves him. She loves what he was before the war. She loves what he can be when she 'behaves' well...

Sorry for the long-ass comment but this is a brilliant new chapter that made me feel so many emotions, and trust me I'm not even a Tommy aficionado but your work is truly one of the darkest but also best fic about him I've ever read. I've never jumped on a new chapter so fast. 💚

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Killing Me Softly (PART FOUR/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: Tommy has an unexpected gift for you, but your strong wilfulness turns the joyful moment into one of punishment. Are Tommy's cruel games becoming too much? How much more can you withstand?

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, psychological mind games, manipulative behaviour, infidelity, psychological abuse, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

"Before we leave for the Garrison there's something I want to show you" Tommy said as he entered the study, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he leaned against the door frame, watching the pen in your hand move along the piece of paper in front of you.

" I'm coming" you quickly replied as you walked over to where he was standing.

"Who's that for?" Tommy asked scrunching his brows together as he looked down at the envelope between your fingers.

" My mother" you replied nervously as you watched his eyes dart back up to yours.

" Give it to me and I'll put it with my mail" he said with his hand out, waiting for you to comply.

" Tommy I haven't seen her in a month, it's just a letter asking how she is, it's her birthday soon" you answered, reluctant to hand it over.

" Then you'll want it sent to her quickly " he replied, his eyes staring down at you. Nodding you handed him the letter, your fingers tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as you walked out of the study into the foyer.

" I'll see that it gets to her" Tommy called out ripping it in half, disdain on his face as he threw it into a nearby bin.

" Where are we going?" you asked as Tommy caught up to you, his hand resting on your lower back as he guided you outside.

" You'll see" he replied, a small smile forming on his lips as you both walked out into the mid-day sun. What did he have planned for you now? You anxiously thought to yourself as you made your way to the stables. It had been nearly a month since your wedding and you was constantly walking on eggshells around your new husband, your confession of hate only making the tension worse. You knew you had angered him with your harsh words that night he had you pushed up against the wall, the night darkness over took his once crystal blue eyes.

"I have a little surprise for you" he said letting go of your back as you both walked into the barn. " I always see you looking out at the horses in the fields. I think it's about time you had one of your own" he added as he walked into the middle of the building, a stable boy waiting with a white horse beside him. " Harry" he nodded to the young boy as he took the rope from him. "Come here love" Tommy said reaching his hand out for you, a smile on his face. Walking forward you was taken aback by the pure beauty of the creature in front of you, Tommy's black stallion going wild in the stall next to her. " Think he likes her" Tommy chuckled as he looked over to his horse pacing back and forth.

" Who wouldn't, she's beautiful Tommy" you said looking at the majestic white mare staring back at you.

"That she is " he replied looking at you as he patted down the horse.

" She's really mine?" you asked, the corners of your eyes creasing as a smile formed on your lips.

" She is"

" But why?" You asked confused at his unexpected show of affection.

" Can a man not buy his wife a gift?" Tommy laughed, his hand moving next to yours as you both stroked down her soft white mane. " Look, we haven't gotten off to a great start Y/N, I'm trying to make it up to you, I'm..." Tommy stopped interrupted by his stallion kicking the door of his stall, trying to get out. " Will you calm him the fuck down!" Tommy snapped turning to the stable boy as you flinched at his small outburst. "...I'm trying to do better, do you not want this to work Y/N?" he finished, his hand now resting on your cheek as he looked into your eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope.

You was reluctant to say anything, your thoughts too busy spinning in your head at his sudden confession of regret. Looking up at your husband his expression caught you off guard, there was no darkness or mischief dancing behind his eyes but instead softness, he looked...remorseful. Was he wearing one of the many masks he possessed or was this a genuine show of guilt? Maybe the sweet boy from Watery Lane was still in there, you wishfully hoped as you looked deep into his eyes. You was desperate for this marriage to work, what would the future hold for you and your mother if it didn't? There was still a part of you that wanted him, that silly teen crush creeping up on you when he would give you that look, the look he was giving you right now, drawing you in, comforting you, making your heart skip a beat. Why couldn't you show him the affection he so desperately yearned from you, you're his wife, would it not be cruel to deny him of that? Turning to face him, you brought your hand up to his as you slowly nodded your head.

" Is that a yes? he confirmed, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek.

"Yes"' you said smiling to him as he brought you into his chest, holding you against his body as his strong arms wrapped around you. Could this finally be it, the turning point in your relationship?

"So what you gonna name her?" Tommy said letting going of you, his thumb brushing down your cheek as he smiled to you.

" I don't know" you said looking back to the horse standing beside you.

" How about Nova?"

" Nova?"

"New. A new start" he said winking to you as he stroked the muzzle of your horse.

" Ok, Nova it is" you smiled, looking up into your husband's eyes, a wave of relief washing over you at his willingness to start again.

" Right, you gonna get on her then, go for a ride?" He said as he helped you up into the saddle.

" Tommy I know how to ride" you chuckled, smiling down to your husband as he was about to get up to sit behind you.

" She's a new horse love, it's best I ride with you"

" Tommy I'll be ok, she seems pretty docile, plus she needs to get used to me alone" you replied, too distracted by your new horse to see the quick change of expression on Tommy's face.

" Right" he said bluntly as he watched you leave the stables, his posture stiffening as he rolled his shoulders, the darkness rising in him once again, unable to keep it down. Why must you always push him away, always challenge him? Tommy thought to himself as he watched you leave the stables. You needed to be taught a lesson he justified as he threw his cigarette onto the ground beside him, storming out of the barn as the young boy followed behind.

"When was she broken in Harry?" You asked looking behind you as you scratched the side of Nova's neck.

"Six months ago Mam" he answered as Tommy approached the horse, his hands caressing along her back as he pressed his body against the saddle, unfastening one of the buckles.

"Go back to work Harry" Tommy said, cocking an eyebrow as he noticed the stable boy watching him in the corner of his eye.

"Mr Shelby, the sadl.."

" Now" Tommy said sternly, cutting the young boy off as he glared at him.

" Go on then sweetheart, off you go" your husband said as he patted the side of the horse.

Leaning against the fence Tommy placed a cigarette in his mouth as he squinted through the sunlight, watching you in the distance as you rode the horse he had just gifted you.

" She's so easy to ride" you called out happily as you trotted along the path.

" Maybe you should go faster" Tommy said sarcastically under his breath as he lit the cigarette in his mouth, cupping the flame from the wind while he watched his sadistic plan being played out.

" Slow down Y/N you might just fall off" he smirked as he exhaled the tobacco sitting in his mouth.

Picking up the pace your horse started to gallop to one of the jumps in front of you. It was only small and you felt confident enough to do it. Bracing yourself you approached the jump as Tommy watched on, standing up straight away from the fence as his eyes narrowed in at the saddle wrapped around the horse. Before Nova's hind legs could even hit the ground the saddle slipped to the side sending you crashing to the floor as you lost your balance.

" Oops" Tommy muttered as he watched you fall to the ground, one of his hands casually sitting in his pocket as he waited for you to call out for him.

"Tommy!" you cried as your body landed on your hand, a searing pain shooting through your wrist.

" I'm sorry...I'm sorry" you sobbed holding onto your hand. " I didn't listen, Tommy I should have listened, I thought I could do it" you cried, as Tommy knelt down beside you, brushing away the hair from you face, your horse galloping off into the fields behind you.

" Come on, up you get" he said holding onto you, his lit cigarette still resting between his lips.

" Where are you hurt?"

" My hand " you sobbed looking up into his eyes.

" There?" He said as pressed his thumb harshly into your wrist, the ash from his cigarette falling onto your hand as a small smirk formed on the corner of his mouth. Wincing at the pain you looked down at your now swollen hand, the pain shooting through your wrist as Tommy checked for any broken bones.

" Not as good of rider as you think you are, eh? Tommy chuckled as he held you into his side.

" No" you replied, your tears streaming down onto his suit jacket.

"Hey look at me. You fell, it happens, it's not broken it's just a sprain, alright?" he stopped, stroking both your arms as he bent his head down trying to catch your eyes. Leaning into him you buried your face into his chest, his hold on your body comforting you as he guided you back to the main house, completely unaware of what really happened.

" Harry, let my stallion out, he'll hunt down my wife's horse" Tommy smiled a sinister look in his eyes as he turned to see the stable boy staring back at you, worry on his face as he watched you cradle your hand.

" My stubborn little wife" Tommy chuckled as he kissed your head. "You really should listen to me sweetheart, I'm only looking out for you. Come on let's get you inside" Tommy added as you both walked up to the large wooden door of your home, Tommy's hold on your tightening.

It was an hour later and Tommy had driven you both into Birmingham for a family gathering at the Garrison, the first time in a month you had been off the property. You held onto your husband tightly, still shaken up from your fall as Tommy relished in your closeness.

" Been bare knuckle boxing again Y/N?" Arthur chuckled as he pointed out your bandaged hand.

" Leave her be Arthur, she fell off her horse, she's still a bit in shock aren't you love?" He said turning to you, placing a kiss to the side of your head as you leaned in closer, wrapping your arm around his lower back, holding onto his coat.

" Argh shit, should have let Tom here sit behind you, fall off a horse could kill you" he said tipping his whiskey to you as you looked up to Tommy's eyes narrowing in on you, embarrassment spreading across your face at your stubbornness to ride alone.

"Think she's learnt her lesson Arthur. Come on darling let's get you a drink" Tommy said as he guided you to the snug near the entrance of the pub.

It had been a few hours since you arrived at the garrison, your body snuggled in close to Tommy's side as Ada and Polly smiled to eachother, watching you both blissfully content in each others company. You looked like happy newlyweds, and for the first time in nearly a month you finally felt like it. Everything that had happened over the past four weeks suddenly didn't matter anymore, you finally started to feel like Tommy's wife.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you earlier Tommy" you said looking up at your husband, doe eyed as you rested your hand on his leg. His arm still casually wrapped around your shoulder he looked down at you, a smile forming on his mouth as he leaned in gently pressing a kiss to your lips.

" Look at you two, it's making me feel sick" Ada laughed, smiling to you as she took a sip of her drink. Tommy's arm tightening around you he took a drag of his cigarette, a sense of pride flashing across his face. You were both happy, finally...but like everything with Tommy, it would be very short-lived.

" Things are ok with you two now then?" John asked as you walked back into the main area of the Garrison after freshening up in the bathroom.

" They are" you said smiling to Tommy as he winked at you from the bar.

" Maybe we will hear the sound of small feet soon" he chuckled, nudging your arm as he took a sip of his whiskey.

" We are taking it slow John, we're in no rush"

" One day though, plus you have to actually you know.." John snickered as he looked down at you.

" What are you talking about?" You asked as you watched him steady himself against one of the long beams in the middle of the pub.

"You two haven't...you know, been together yet" he said clearing his throat as he quickly looked away. The amber liquid clearly numbing his ability to think before talking.

" He said that to you?" You looked to him, embarrassment spreading across your face as your cheeks turned a crimson red.

" Ahh come on Y/N, men talk" John slurred as he sat down on one of the tables next to him, your eyes widening in humiliation. Looking over to Tommy he watched as the happy expression changed on your face. Scrunching his brow Tommy started walking over to you, his footsteps quickening as he saw the tears build in your eyes.

" You ok?" Tommy said his hand on your lower back, pulling you from your thoughts.

" Think I've landed you in it Tom" John laughed, stumbling away, leaving you both alone.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Tommy said turning you to face him.

" Tommy have you been talking to John about us, about the fact we haven't been together yet" you said tearfully, feeling like the most intimate parts of your life had been exposed without any regard to your feelings. Sighing Tommy tried to take your hand but you pulled it away, folding your arms.

" Fuck sake" he muttered under his breath as he pinched his brow. " Look I probably had one too many whiskeys, hey..look at me" he said as he turned your chin to face to him. "You're not gonna start again are you? We're in a good place, don't ruin it Y/N" he added, his impatience with you evident as his strong hold on your chin tightened.

" Leave me alone Tommy" you huffed as you pushed past him walking to the small enclosed room, lodging yourself between Ada and Arthur so Tommy couldn't sit next to you. Clenching his fist, Tommy wanted to punch the closet thing to him, his annoyance searing at your inability to let things go. Entering the snug Tommy scoffed as he looked at where you was sitting. Pulling a cigarette out his pocket he sat down staring at you as he shook his head.

" Trouble in paradise again Tom?" Arthur chuckled as he looked at his brothers frustrated expression.

" Yeh something like that" Tommy replied lighting a cigarette as he tried to make eye contact with you.

" What's going on Y/N ?" Ada whispered into your ear as she looked at her brother.

" Nothing" you replied quietly as Tommy glared at you, biting his inner cheek.

" Got something to say Y/N ?" Tommy announced, blowing a cloud of smoke in your direction.

" Argh leave her alone Tom boy. Here love have a drink, drown your worries" Arthur said as he began to pour you a glass of whiskey.

" I'm fine, thank you Arthur" you said as you looked back to your husband.

" Don't be rude Y/N, drink" Tommy said standing up slamming the glass down in front of you, the amber liquid spilling over onto the table under it. The small room suddenly went quiet as Tommy looked down at you, unbothered by his display of anger towards you in front of his family.

" Fuck sake Tommy, if she doesn't want a drink she doesn't want one" Ada said defending you as she glared at her brother.

" It's fine Ada" you said taking the glass downing it in one as you watched your husband sit back down, a smug smirk on his face as he leaned back into his chair.

" Right let's play a game of cards" Arthur announced rubbing his hands together as he tried to break the tension in the room, Tommy refusing to look or say another word to you as your eyes began to fill with tears.

Storming into the foyer of Arrow House, you made your way to the stairs, Tommy's footsteps close behind you.

" Let me guess...I'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight! " he shouted up to you as he watched the end of your dress flow behind the corner of the stairs, slamming the door of your bedroom shut. " Hey! Are you listening to me?" he bellowed again as you walked into your room throwing yourself onto the bed, the distant sound of his anger raging downstairs as you tried to muffle the sounds with a pillow to your head. Storming to his office, Tommy watched as one of the maids quickly walked past him.

" Come here" he said stopping, lighting a cigarette in his mouth." Anna, right?" He asked, breathing in the tobacco as he looked down at the young maid in front of him, squinting his eyes as he took in her features, a small resemblance to you.

" Alison, Sir" she corrected him a flirty smile playing on her lips.

" Alison" he smiled as he nodded his head to his office. "You coming ?" He asked turning around, his hand on the door knob as he waited for her to follow him. Just as Tommy was about to shut the door he let go of the handle leaving it open, a smirk forming on the corner of his lips as he looked up at the ceiling.

Pacing your room, you looked through the cupboards trying to find something anything to calm your nerves. Maybe you had overreacted? You thought to yourself as you relived the day's event in your head. You had both agreed to a new start, anything that happened before today in the past. Guilt starting to set in, you opened the door to your room as you made your way downstairs to talk to Tommy. Just as you was about to turn into the livingroom you saw the door to his office open, the light from one of the lamps beaming onto the freshly polished wooden floors in the corridor, he was still awake. You wanted to clear the air, confront him and apologise for your overreaction, but when you got to his office door you was confronted by something else. Tommy was sat in his leather chair as one of the maid's head bobbed up and down in between his legs, his hand holding on to her hair as his blank emotionless stare fixed on the wall in front of him. You felt sick, you felt jealous a whole surge of different emotions overtook you as you watched your husband's blatant show of infidelity in your own home. Opening the door wider, fury overtook your body as tears streamed down your face. Turning to face you, Tommy's eyes locked onto yours as he let out a deep moan, still holding onto the maids hair as she picked up the pace. Tommy's body suddenly stiffened, his mouth slightly agape as he let out a low groan, his hooded eyes never once leaving yours as he mouthed your name. Shaking your head in disbelief, tears burned down your cheeks as you slammed the door to his office shut. He wanted you to see it, he enjoyed the fact you did, what kind of sick game was this?

" Get out" Tommy demanded as he pulled up his suit trousers, a giggle leaving the maids lips as Tommy marched towards you.

" Y/N ! Y/N! Don't you fucking run away from me, come back here now!" He shouted as he tried to catch up to you. Running up the stairs, you pulled off one of the small paintings hanging on the wall beside you, throwing it at him as Tommy ducked down dodging it Instantly.

" You're disgusting!" you screamed at him trying to shut the door to your bedroom as Tommy pushed back against it with so much force you fell onto the floor.

" How could you do this to me?" you sobbed standing up as he silently approached you, walking you backwards to the wall.

" What did you expect sweetheart?" he said tilting his head, his face inches from yours. " My own wife won't let me near her" he fumed against the softness of your skin. " I think you lied on our wedding night Y/N" he seethed as he pushed himself against you, yours eyes panicking as you felt his strong body pressed against your chest restricting your breathing. "It's been almost a month since that night...guess there's only one way to find out" he said as he started pulling your night dress up, his other hand reaching in-between your legs.

" You wouldn't dare" you replied with clenched teeth.

" Wouldn't I?" he taunted, his hand coming to a stop just above your upper thigh as he waited for your reaction. Pushing him away with as much force as you could, you slapped him across the face, instantly regretting it as he turned to face you, his eyes darkening as he clenched his jaw.

" Oh you've down it now sweetheart..."

" Tommy I'm..I'm sorry" you stopped him as he glared at you. Leaning in, you pressed your forehead to his as you closed your eyes not daring yourself to look at the anger filling his now blackened stare.

" Please Tommy, I'm sorry" you sobbed, pleading with him as you stroked his cheek, your lips gently pressing to his.

" Why do you torment me so much Y/N, always playing games with me" he replied his head pressing against yours, as his hands cupped your cheeks, sighing as his lips ghosted against your own. " Why won't you give yourself to me, do you want to make me angry?"

" No Tommy " you said as you caressed the side of his head, afraid of what he would do next.

" Tell me you love me Y/N" he said as he pressed his face into your cheek his nose pushing against yours as his fingers trailed down your neck.

" I...I love you Tommy" you cried into his touch, as your body trembled at your confession. There was no dishonesty in your voice, you had become dependent on him, so broken down by his relentless games you had started to crave him, crave his approval, his affection...his love. Resting your head on top of his, he pressed his cheek against your chest as you gently raked your fingers through his hair, your eyes glazing over as you looked at the empty wall in front of you. The room closing in around you both, you listened as his rapid breathing slowed down, his hold on you loosening. You could live like this couldn't you? In time things would change, Tommy would finally loosen the chain he had on you, you reassured yourself as your eyes slowly closed, a tear falling onto your cheek as you breathed in the stillness of the room, the peace of quietness silencing your fears as you finally surrendered, surrendered yourself to him.

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[choccy-milky]

@foundthatoldzeppelinshirt what did u do to me...what in the wattpad is this... i only planned to do a few doodles but then i kept getting more brainrotted and things got out of hand LMAOO (and ofc i HAD to draw hockey player seb at SOME POINT bc its my duty as a canadian citizen🫡🍁🍁 O CANADA!!!)

[pan-of-light]

He lied, lyingly, like a liar.

[astrhae]

Can I watch?

GOOD OMENS S2E5 + some underrated Crowley shots

[katrinasis]

animator vs animation goes crazy because it looks like an episodic series of shorts for babies meant to generate massive amounts of ads revenue and then you click on one and it’s the episode where the torture victim is physically abusing her ptsd-ridden brother because she wants to kill the real-life guy who is also her creator god and who also also murdered her almost 20 actual literal years ago. so then you go and click on one of the minecraft ones because maybe those will be less serious and it’s the one where it’s revealed that the purple guy was extremely traumatized in their childhood and constantly sabotages their own friendships so that they can pursue the approval of a father figure who they believe will only love them if they are able to be useful. and then you click on another one and it’s the one where they all play league of legends. which is also plot crucial

[softcatmemoirs]

13ft tall genderfluid dragon making an appearance in YOUR area!!!! she says REH ^w^

art by @batnoise !!! so so SO many thanks for something so gorgeous of us!

[shushmal]

tw: for implied past emotional abuse, im in my feels today

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Hopper growls. He's not quite shouting, but he's still loud, raised voice echoing through the living room. "She's not ready to drive yet, I forbade it, and what? You two decided that you knew better?"

Eddie rolls his eyes, but gamely keeps quiet. He knows Hopper's less upset with Ellie taking a spin through the parking lot and more upset about the property damage. Eddie's on her side though, that phone pole came out of nowhere. Must have been pretty rotted out too, to fall over that easily after a little love tap.

Ellie had done a damn good job fixing the huge dent in the bumper.

But if Hopper wants to be dramatic and chew everyone involved out, Eddie's not going to stop him. Whatever gets the guy's blood pressure back down.

"You're supposed to be responsible adults! Especially you, Steve!"

Rolling his eyes again, Eddie glances over, hoping to share a commiserating look with Steve.

Except Steve isn't looking anywhere but down, shoulders and spine ruler straight. Eddie stalls there, stuck on the way Steve's standing, tense from jaw down to his ankles, his hands balled into tight fists flat at his side, knuckles white. Hopper keeps ranting, pacing a wide circle in front of them, but Steve doesn't flinch, doesn't look up, doesn't react. It's like all the color has washed from him.

"Are you even listening?!"

"Yes, sir," Steve says tightly. He doesn't look up. Hopper keeps going.

Eddie watches as Steve's throat works to swallow, like he's choking. Like he can't breathe.

"Hopper," Eddie snaps. "Shut the fuck up."

Hopper whirls on him, livid, but Eddie's not looking at him, fixed on Steve as he reaches out. Tries to take Steve's hand, just holds his wrist when Steve can't unclench his fist, gentle as he touches him. Steve is tightly wound and trembling under his fingers.

When he looks, Eddie finds Hopper with deep regret on his face, struck silent. He doesn't say anything when Eddie leads Steve away, back out onto the porch. They sit on the swing, Eddie's arm around Steve's shoulders, rocking back and forth until the muscles loosen and Steve slumps, strings cut, into Eddie's side. They'll sit like that for a while more, watching the woods as the sun sets and listening to the dusk settle, crickets and cicadas and chats calling the moon up, filling their silence with nighttime music.

Later, Hopper will come out, temper cooled, and sit on Steve's other side. Will ruffle Steve's hair when Steve starts to stiffen. Will apologize when Steve eyes him warily.

Later, Eddie will scowl and glare, but ultimately keep quiet, unwilling to make the whole thing worse for Steve, another fight, another shouting match. Will stiltedly tell Hopper good night and take Steve home, wait patiently until Steve finally speaks, when he finally tells Eddie a little more and a little more, until Eddie's holding him tight.

That's later though. For now, he digs his heel into the porch, rocking them back and forth, and waits for Steve to breathe.

[inkskinned]

they want to talk about mental illness and acceptance and how everyone is a little ocd it's cute and quirky and their "intrusive thoughts" are about cutting their hair off and you say yours are about taking a razorblade to your eye and they say ew can you not and everyone is a little adhd sometimes! except if you're late it's a personality flaw and it's because you are careless and cruel (and someone else with adhd mentions they can be on time, so why can't you?) and it's not an eating disorder if it's girl dinner! it's not mania if it's girl math! what do you mean you blew all of your savings on nonrefundable plane tickets for a plane you didn't even end up taking. what do you mean that you are afraid of eating. get over it. they roll their little lips up into a sneer. can you not, like, trauma dump?

they love it on them they like to wear pieces of your suffering like jewels so that it hangs off their tongue in rapiers. they are allowed to arm-chair diagnose and cherrypick their poisons but you can't ever miss too many showers because that's, like, "fuckken gross?" so anyone mean is a narcissist. so anyone with visual tics is clearly faking it and is so cringe. but they get to scream and hit customer service employees because well, i got overwhelmed.

you keep seeing these posts about how people pleasers are "inherently manipulative" and how it's totally unfair behavior. but you are a people pleaser, you have an ingrained fawn response. in the comments, you have typed and deleted the words just because it is technically true does not make it an empathetic or kind reading of the reaction about one million times. it is technically accurate, after all. you think of catholic guilt, how sometimes you feel bad when doing a good deed because the sense of pride you get from acting kind - that pride is a sin. the word "manipulation" is not without bias or stigma attached to it. many people with the fawn response are direct victims of someone who was malignantly manipulative. calling the victims manipulative too is an unfair and unkind reading of the situation. it would be better and more empathetic to say it is safety-seeking or connection-seeking behavior. yes, it can be toxic. no, in general it is not intended to be toxic. there is no reason to make mentally ill people feel worse for what we undergo.

you type why is everyone so quick to turn on someone showing clear signs of trauma but you already know the fucking answer, so what's the point of bothering. you kind of hate those this is what anxiety looks like! infographics because at this point you're so good at white-knuckling through a severe panic attack that people just think you're stoic. even people who know the situation sometimes comment you just don't seem depressed. and you're not a 9 year old white kid so there's no way you're on the spectrum, you're not obsessed with trains and you were never a good mathematician. okay then.

mental illness is trending. in 2012 tumblr said don't romanticize our symptoms but to be fair tiktok didn't exist yet. there's these series of videos where someone pretends to be "the most boring person on earth" and is just being a normal fucking person, which makes your skin crawl, because that probably means you are boring. your friend reads aloud a profile from tinder - no depressed bitches i fucking hate that mental illness crap. your father says that medication never actually works.

you still haven't told your grandmother that you're in therapy. despite everything (and the fact it's helping): you just don't want her to see you differently.

[lorastyrels]

Dead Girl Detectives 🔍✨

[idolomantises]

Just a random question to my artist followers: does anyone enjoy posting their stuff on tiktok? I can't tell if its just a me thing or if that app and its userbase are the most obnoxious compared to other social media

[cozylittleartblog]

50+ deaths at 5 am got me yelling absolute nonsense to the bosses kicking my whole entire ass

[kitamars]

lovey dovey (alt ver of the first one under the cut!)

[rystiel]

that annoying moment when getting left for dead in the trunk of a car in your 20s comes back to haunt you 40 years later (take a shot every time ford says “stanley”)