#I’m so irrationally upset about this

[destiel-more-like-im-dead-again]

I love supernatural but I cannot even begin to describe just how shit the character development was in later seasons

[bondagebimbo]

possible never mind on showing off my hair, my mood just tanked, BAD bad and I’m just.

yeah.

that’s about where I’m at.

[bardace]

I’m genuinely curious bc I saw a post saying it was widely accepted that eugene finch is aroace, but I personally haven’t seen a lot of aroace eugene stuff? I hc him as aroace for reasons I could write a paragraph about but I won’t so as not to influence the poll but I’m curious what people think (and all hcs are valid!! he doesn’t have a canon sexuality so it’s ok to hc whatever you like!!!)

[hana-bobo-finch]

quick, the rest of my comic is total shit, post the One single good part

[baycitystygian]

I know I generally embrace being autistic but today the hardest parts of it were really in the foreground for the entire fucking exhausting day… having auditory issues on a VERY important phone call that I needed to make and fighting for my life to understand what the poor sweet insurance lady was saying because the audio was so distorted… having a way-too-long discussion with my sister where I (1) promised to “castrate [her baby daddy] like a hog” for ghosting her and genuinely meant it (thinking about stuffing his nards as a wall trophy tbh, if he doesn’t wanna be a dad so badly then surely it’s no loss to him!) and (2) argued with her about laws that are stupid and shouldn’t apply to her situation (that’s a long story)… which probably did not make her feel any bit better and honestly I think both of us are much more stressed out afterwards. like some situations get me so outrageously mad that I literally cannot handle it and I need to remove myself from the conversation because the other person isn’t budging because it’s something they have zero influence over and they are just trying to explain the damn thing but it’s Wrong in my eyes so I feel the need to argue my case and how the fuck does anyone put up with me

like I know I don’t go into much detail about personal issues on here (or much of anything re: IRL me) but uh. that’s a huge thing I struggle with and I have no clue how to change it. It’s like, does no one else have common sense? Why can’t anyone else see this? and it feels like screaming into the void and it makes me feel terrible and it only stresses out the other person who is Not Getting Paid Enough (well, at ALL) to deal with Whatever This Is

[francisforever2014]

this has been such a long day and it’s only 2 . what waking up before 9 does to a mf

[tirednapentity]

One thing about me is that i am the whiniest bitch to have ever lived. Today i started crying because our washing machine is shit and the clean clothes came out dirtier than before and i just. Lost it over that. 

[starswirly]

[ * now to get my emotional ass kicked by the feral chihuahua in my brain that refuses to let things go ]

[ * school suck of creativity + apathy? + guilt(?) over anything I could hope to create = not fun ]

[accursedvoid]

Ran across a ‘humans are weird/space orcs/humans in space’ post the other day talking about how humans make up games if they’re stuck somewhere with nothing to do and it just got me thinking about that one game and how aliens would be so baffled

As in THE game, you all know the one (for those reading this I’m so sorry to make you lose ‘the game’ again, if it’s any consolation I have now lost ‘the game’ making this post myself) and just how baffling that is from a non human perspective can you imagine it-

this is for fun? And it’s not even a game game? It’s just saying you lost the game/mentioning ‘the game’ and humans will get irrationally annoyed/upset/angry about it like-

Brian: hey Lee, guess who just lost the game?

Lee: what gam- OH YOU ASSHOLE I HAD A STREAK OF FOUR YEARS GOING!!!

Every alien in the room: ??????

[revelboo]

Everything is Alright pt 13

Starscream x Reader-feelings

• Something’s shifted between one of your heartbeats to the next and Starscream doesn’t understand what it is. What’s changed or how to fix it. He just knows that it’s getting under his plating in a decidedly unsettling way. He hates it.

• The entire trip back, you’re silent, not looking at him or Soundwave. Not exactly ignoring them, just distant. Then you ask to sleep in that little bed Soundwave gave you rather than on his chassis even though he knows you’re cold. You’re always complaining about the cold, seeking out his warmth. And he hadn’t realized how accustomed he’s grown to the soft weight of you against him or the sound of your breathing while he recharges. As silly as it is, he needs it.

• The next day, you smile at him when he wakes you, but it’s wrong. It’s empty and his spark constricts. He runs a palm over his helm, wings fidgeting. Angry because this is the only good thing he has. And it’s slipping through his servos and he doesn’t even know why. “I don’t care if you hate me,” he snarls, servos curling under into fists. He can’t reach for you, afraid that he might accidentally break you. “But can you at least have the decency to tell me why?”

• It’s that rough, angry plea that breaks you. Like he honestly has no idea why. Like he can’t fathom why you’d be upset at all. Your fingers close on one of your pillows and you chuck it at him, wanting to scream. His optics narrow as the projectile just bounces off and you wonder if maybe this will be it. That he’ll finally decide you’re more trouble than you’re worth. If it is, you might as well let it all out. “I’m not a pet, okay? I’m a person- I had a life!” You sling the other pillow at him, suddenly, irrationally angry and on the verge of tears again. Sure, you’d hated your job and your ex. Your life may not have been glamorous, but it’d been yours. Not his to take away.

• His hand comes down, gently forcing you down, pinning you to the bed on your back as his servos cage you and he leans into your space. Oh, you definitely made him mad. “And that life is mine now,” he says, voice a dark, rasping threat. “You’re just a little bird in a cage and I prefer a happy pet.”

• There it is. Something besides that empty, apathy. Starscream grits his denta as you glare at him like you can hurt him that way. If only you knew. Even if it’s all a lie, he wants you to play along. Needs it so bad it hurts. Smile for him, talk to him. Hate him if you must, but be there. Be you. Because even if you hate him, he can lie, too.

• He can pretend because it’s all he has and he can’t give it up just yet.

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[longing-for-rain]

what exactly is Aang's toxic masculinity that you're talking about? there are no examples of such behavior on his part in the show. he is not an ideal person, he is a child who sometimes behaved incorrectly, just like all the other children in the show (Katara, Toph, Sokka), and this is normal.

in addition, we see how he regrets some of his wrong actions and gets better, while Zuko does not regret his toxic behavior, doesn't apologize and doesn't face the consequences of his behavior (racist jokes about Aang, demands that Katara forgive him as if he has the right to her forgiveness, an attack on Aang to "teach him a lesson" and many other things).

Hi anon, thanks for the ask! This is a very good illustration of what I was talking about in this post when I mentioned that I feel toxic men are overlooked more often for appearing “nice” than they are for being conventionally attractive.

No examples of toxic behavior in the show? What do you call this then?

I know what I (and the law) call it:

But you see, he’s “nice” right? This is just a misbehaved child, as you put it? Yah, no. He knew better and still did it because he was possessive; this whole interaction started because he was jealous that an actress playing Katara was interested in men other than him. And the show proceeded to frame the situation in a way that made Aang sympathetic, despite being the aggressor and the one behaving irrationally. How much more “toxically masculine” can you get than that? But he put on a flower crown once so we’re supposed to think he’s a soft uwu feminine boi (even though he was absolutely enraged that a female actress played him).

I also find it very interesting that you describe Katara and Sokka as “children” while Zuko is omitted from that list despite being the same age. Are you admitting you agree he’s more mature, or are you admitting that you hold him to different standards?

But, anyways. You asked about toxic behavior on Aang’s part, which I’ll get further into now that the most egregious example is out of the way.

Let’s break down what you consider unforgivably toxic behavior on Zuko’s part and compare it to Aang’s behavior in similar situations.

1. “Racist” jokes

I’m guessing this is made with reference to the “Air Temple preschool” comment. How exactly is this racist? In context, Aang is the one trying to force his beliefs on others, and Zuko makes this comment to a) tell him to back off and b) point out that Aang is, in fact, a child who doesn’t have any business telling Katara how to feel.

This point is particularly interesting to me, because it implies that the simple fact that Zuko doesn’t agree with the philosophy of Aang’s culture makes him racist. By this logic, Aang is also racist against Katara’s culture, because he clearly disagrees with her philosophy and is openly telling her that his culture is morally virtuous over hers. And well. That’s even more believable considering Aang’s previous reactions to Water Tribe culture.

Ah, yes. Playing with a cultural artifact like it’s a toy because you were upset about not being the center of attention for once, and telling everyone how disgusting you think cultural food is, what great ways to show the supposed love of your life how much you respect her culture!

I know your response to this point would be something like “uwu but he’s a kid he didn’t knowww” ok well. The same logic can be applied to any alleged “racism” on Zuko’s part.

2. “Demanding” forgiveness

Zuko: What can I do to make it up to you?

Ah, yes. How demanding of him. He’s clearly so self-centered and only thinking about his own values and agenda here.

It’s not like he…

…told his friend how she’s allowed to process her grief and try to impose his own morals…

…or demanded to know if his crush liked him back, wouldn’t accept “no” as an answer, and forced a kiss on her…

…or told an abuse victim he was wrong to want to kill his abusive father for trying to commit a genocide…

…oh, um. Yeah. Sorry, but after actually watching the show it’s very clear to me which character doesn’t seem to regret or see the flaws in any of his actions at the end of the show, which is when all of these examples took place.

3. Training in the finale

“Attacking Aang to teach him a lesson” … wow, that’s a very dishonest way of phrasing that situation. I’m impressed, I have to say. I’ve seen lots of dumb takes from Aang stans over the years but this is a new one.

Well, luckily I actually watched the scene in context, so my reaction was the same as all the other characters’ reactions in canon when they learned the context behind this “attack”:

They agree with him. Yeah. Obviously, when nobody is taking training seriously when the world is about to literally go up in flames, you might need to do something to get their attention.

“But it was dangerous!” you might argue. Well… yeah. When magic and bending is in the equation, training in the Avatar universe has been shown to be somewhat dangerous at times. As an example, from this very same episode, Toph very nearly smashed Sokka with a giant flaming rock. That was way closer to hurting someone than Zuko was in this incident. If you’re going to fault characters for making their training exercises too dangerous, I guess Toph is mega cancelled.

Now back to Aang. What was his reaction in this situation? How did he react to the end of the world being days away? He ran away with absolutely no plan. Just like he did at the very beginning of the show.

I mean, think about it. This is a critical flaw (and toxic trait) in Aang that is literally never addressed, because he starts and ends the show the exact same way: he’s faced with a problem, he runs away from it, then he’s saved by an in-universe equivalent of an Act of God. Wowie, such great character development. Not fixing your core flaw and having a mythical plot device materialize into existence to solve your problems for you. Aang’s whole arc is a big blah, because the writing fails to address any of his flaws or have him meaningfully question any of his values.

Meanwhile, Zuko has consistently been a fan favorite because he’s the opposite. His flaws are meaningfully addressed, he does admit he’s wrong and fix his flaws, and his character shows a critically acclaimed change throughout the show. His arc is written so well that despite being a cartoon character, Zuko is widely considered the poster child for a good redemption arc across all forms of media.

So anyways, miss me with the double standards… there is a reason why Zuko is the fan favorite, and it’s not just his abs 🔥

[anonymityisfunwriter]

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE!!!!!!!

i’m so happy you’ve captured the audience you deserve with all the stories you’ve shared with us

you never let me down with anything. now, i don’t typically read sam wilson romantic fics (i love him platonically), but your midnight rain fic truly had my heart in pieces, i adored the way you wrote everything and the flash backs that tied it all together. solid 5 stars from me <3

now, as for a possible request / idea, i’m obsessed with a classic “who did this to you?” / “who did this” protective fic with bucky - or anyone really. romantic or platonic, it’s a favourite of mine and i’m sure that i’d love any way you wrote it – if you chose to write that, no pressure at all i just love you

an: i would gladly write anything for you. ily, bestie, and thank you so, so much 🥹

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Who Did This To You?

this made me think of irrationally overprotective bucky barnes. the one who threatens men that stare at you a little too long. the one who wouldn't have a single qualm about killing someone for hurting you, even if you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

you’re not together. it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, you’re really not.

you’re just close. sometimes, a little too close.

but you're not together. no, you're definitely not together.

so after a long, exhausting, disaster of a mission, you're not thrilled to be sitting in the medbay with your team mates not so gently suggesting that you need to tell bucky.

"he's going to be pissed," sam warns.

"occupational hazard," you grunt, holding the ice pack to your throbbing temple. "he's just going to have to deal."

"so you don't deny that he's gonna be pissed?"

you roll your eyes, "no one likes when their friends get hurt."

sam shrugs, "friends, bed buddies, a couple, same shit, different font."

you groan at him, hissing as you accidentally put a little too much pressure on your temple, "don't you have to go annoy anyone else?"

sam looks down at his watch and hums, "not until 4."

there isn't a warning when bucky bursts through the door, rage rolling off of him in waves. his darkened eyes flash over to you.

"you know, on second thought, i did have that other thing to go do, so, uh, bye!"

bucky's chest heaves for a reason that has nothing to do him running down here. he stalks over to you, making no attempt to hide his eye raking over you head to toe.

"buck..." you sigh.

he stands before you, and without a word, he grips your chin, angling it to the side to see the full injury.

you suck in a sharp breath, you've never seen him this upset. his nostrils flare as he breaks his silence. "who did this to you?"

"bucky," you admonish. it wasn't even that bad. you took the butt of a rifle to the temple, leaving a nasty bruise and knocking you out momentarily. thankfully, sam was there to assist. it looked much worse than it felt.

he grips the back of your neck, his breath coming out in pants, "i want a name. now."

you rest your hand against his chest. you can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, "it’s fine. mission’s over. it’s done."

"fuck no," bucky growls. "someone gave my girl -"

"your girl?" you rasp.

one hand still gripping the back of your neck, bucky's other vibranium hand comes to lift your chin to meet his gaze. your shiver has nother to do with the cool metal. bucky's breath skates across your gaped lips, "no one touches what’s mine."

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[btsficsandsuch]

Please Don’t Forget About Me

Your husband Jungkook has to leave for tour. Normally it’s not a big deal, but having to leave your newborn daughter is something he’s never had to deal with before.

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“She’s the cutest baby ever.”, you said looking over at your husband Jungkook. He nodded not taking his eyes off of off the newborn peacefully sleeping in her bassinet, “She really is Y/N. We did a good job.” You began to walk out of the room, but then you noticed that Jungkook wasn’t following behind you. You waited a few more second before speaking, “Kookie are you coming? She’s not going anywhere I promise.” He chuckled, “I know I just don’t want I miss any time with her.” You gave him a knowing smile and made your way out of the door.

You were able to get some chores done around the house and now you were just sitting on the couch when Jungkook came walking out of the nursery. He dropped another bag over by the front door. You looked over and saw the pile that was starting to grow. Tomorrow he was leaving for a world tour that would take him away from you guys for the next two months. You knew it was hard on him to leave when it was just you and now that your daughter was there you knew it was going to be almost impossible for him to go.

Jungkook walked over to you and laid on the couch so that his head was in your lap. He let out a long sigh. You already knew what was wrong but you thought that if you asked him maybe he’d start to talk about it instead of bottling it up. “Kook what’s wrong? You used to get so excited to go on tour. You get to travel the world and see your fans and do what you love.,” you spoke while slowly running your fingers through his hair. He thought for a moment before responding, “Y/N I do love all of that. I always will. But I love you and I love Y/D/N more than anything. Y/D/N is not even a month old and I already have to leave her.” He was quiet for a couple minutes before continuing, “I’m going to tell them I can’t go on this tour. I have to back out.”

You could tell that he was getting more upset by the minute and was starting to think irrationally. You slowly started to rub his chest trying to remind him to breathe and calm down. “You can’t do that Kookie. Remember what we said when we decided to start a family? We said that this wouldn’t stop you from performing or doing what you love. You don’t want to let down the members or the fans. They need you just as much as we do, sometimes even more. I will send you lots of photos and videos and we can video chat every day.” He nodded in agreement but you could tell that deep down he was still upset. The two of you made your way to the bedroom to get ready to sleep. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close in the bed, “Y/N thank you for being there for me. I love you.” You nestled into his chest, “I love you too.” The two of you drifted off to sleep in each others arms just like that.

You woke up in the early hours of the morning. Looking over at your phone you saw the time said it was 3am. You figured since you were awake you better go feed your daughter as she’ll be waking up any minute anyways. You made your way out of bed not even noticing that Jungkook was no longer wrapped in the beds warmth. You stood in front of the nursery ready to enter when you heard someone talking on the other side of the door. You slowly cracked it open to hear what was being said when you heard Jungkook’s voice, “and that’s how mommy and daddy met and fell in love” you heard him say. Your daughter must’ve woken up and he was telling her a story to get her to go back to sleep. You were about to let yourself in when he continued, “I know you don’t understand what I’m saying to you right not but I really wish you did. It would make this so much easier for me. I love you more than I ever thought possible. I really don’t want to leave you and for two whole months. I’m going to miss so much. But I’m going to think of you every minute of every day. And when I come back I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. So please don’t forget me Y/D/N.” When you heard his sniffles you could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. You didn’t know if you wanted to run in there and give him the biggest hug, or pack your bags and follow him all over the world with a newborn, or simply just sit there and cry with him. You decided he had everything under control and you didn’t want to interrupt his time with his daughter so you made your way back to bed falling asleep fairly quickly.

You woke up a few hours later to your phone buzzing nonstop. 18 missed calls. Text message after text message,

Joonie: Y/N I’m sure you’ve got a lot going on, but please call me when you get the chance.

Yoongles: Y/N you really need to contact one of us back. It’s urgent.

Tae: You need to speak with him. Management said if he goes through with his then he’s out of the group.

JinJin: Please call one of us or management back. We know this is a difficult time but Jungkook is making a huge mistake.

It went on and on. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts. What did he do? What’s a huge mistake? You jumped out of bed and through on some clothes. You were going to get your daughter fed and changed and then you’d give them a call back. You walked into the nursery and noticed your daughter was nowhere to be found. Your heart started beating a million beats a minute. You felt like you were going to be sick. You started walking, almost running, to the living room to grab your car keys. With shaking hands you were about to call Jungkook when you stopped dead in your tracks.

Sitting on the couch in the living room clutching your newborn daughter to his chest was Jungkook. You felt a huge rush of relief seeing both of them there and safe, but you were also extremely angry at him. You were about to shout when you heard him sniffling and wiping at the tears under his eyes. You pushed your anger aside and made your way over to him. You rested your hand on his thigh, “Kookie what did you do? The boys are blowing up my phone. Jin said you’re making a huge mistake.”

He looked up at you. His eyes watery and red. He’d clearly been crying for a while. “I told the company that I was refusing to go on this tour. I can’t do it Y/N. I can’t leave her. Not now. She doesn’t understand why I’m leaving. What if she thinks I’m never coming back?” The sadness in his voice broke you, “Kookie we talked about this. You can’t give up everything that you’ve worked so hard for. I know it’s difficult and scary right now but it’ll get easier. You can call and talk to her any time so she can hear your voice and I’ll lay her down next to one of your shirts so she’ll be able to smell you. She would never forget her dad. I promise. You have so many people depending on you right now but no matter what Y/D/N and I will always be here waiting. No matter how long.”

He was starting to calm down with your words. It was at this time you felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You had completely forgot about everyone trying to contact both of you. You answered not even looking at the ID. It was Namjoon. The two do you spoke for a few minutes. You let him know that Jungkook was at home and safe and that you were trying to fix the situation. He let you know that the boys were already at the airport and that a car was waiting for Jungkook outside. The two of you went back and forth for a little bit. You asked him for ten more minutes to try and convince him to join the tour. Namjoon agreed to stall as long as he could.

You looked over at Jungkook. He was still clutching your daughter, slowly rocking back and forth. “There’s a car waiting for you outside and the boys are already at the airport.”, you said sitting back down next to the two of them. You continued, “Look Kookie I know it’s easy for me to say all this because I’m not the one that has to leave her but the hardest part is going to be walking out that door. Once you get with your members and you start performing and seeing the fans I think it’ll get easier on you. You don’t want to regret this later on and you don’t want our daughter to feel like it was her fault.” He slowly nodded, “I know Y/N. I just didn’t think it would be so hard to leave. I don’t want to let anyone down though. Especially you and Y/D/N.”

He held onto your daughter for a few more minutes before giving her a big kiss on the forehead and placing her down in the bassinet in the corner of the room, “I love you Y/D/N. Be good for your mom. Remember what I said last night.” He walked over to you wiping away the tears that were still falling on his cheeks. The two of you made your way over to the front door where he turned to look at you, “Promise me you’ll send lots of pictures and videos. And promise me you’ll answer when I call. And promise me you’ll keep telling her how amazing and talented and handsome her dad is.” The last line making you chuckle. He leaned in and gave you a kiss, “I love you Y/N. Thank you for supporting me.” You cupped his cheeks and gave him another kiss, “Of course. I love you. I mean you’re just so amazing and talented and handsome so how could I not.”

He gave one last look back at your daughter while he grabbed the last of his bags and made his way out the door. You watched him greet the driver and slowly get in the car. Once the car was out of sight you went back in the house and picked up your daughter who was starting to stir. Sitting on the couch you began to rock her all while telling her everything you had planned for the next couple months, “And then next month we’re going to go visit daddy and spend the last month of the tour with him. Uncle Namjoon just let me know that he is working with management so that the two of us can safely travel to see him. But when daddy calls us we can’t say anything to him. It’s going to be a surprise.”

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

I’M STUCK ON THIS FUCKING PLANET. I’M STUCK ON THIS GODDAMN EARTH.

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That’s right!! I’m talking even more about sinner bodies because I’m CRAZY!!! RAAHHH!! 🤪 SHES SO CRAZY WE CANT TAKE HER ANYWHERE!! 😝 it’s 3 in the morning and I can’t stop thinking about this goddamn TV.

I think Vox is genuinely the most fucked up character in this rewrite currently. Not really morally fucked up, there’s definitely worse people, but physical alterations in hell out of the main cast he definitely has it the worst. In my last post I talked about how Angel formed in hell and I want to go back to this because Vox did not form in hell as a TV or even a robot at all. He got formed on the road after dying in a car crash and was literally just this fucked up clump of wires and metal panels and had gross little robot hands and he had to make everything else himself and wait for his body to adjust to it, so he literally cannot regenerate normally. He didn’t even have a face yet or screen of any kind, just a little camera to see out of. If his screen shatters he needs to get a new one or if his body breaks he needs to get it repaired, thats why he’s able to upgrade his body and stuff.

And like yeah some tech sinners do just form as robots but Vox just is a fucking mess and I think about it all the time and thats why his demon form is all fucked up like that and I think thats partially another reason he hates Alastor’s ideals so much sometimes because hes like “technology bad!” even though he literally is also partially a tech sinner and hes just stupid but like without technological advancements Vox literally would have nothing like they wouldn’t’ve met, Vox would not have a company, etc, etc and thatd probably help a lot of people yeah like the Vees would not fucking exist but ignoring that, just on a personal relationship scale I imagine your “friend” being like “man I really hate the thing that gives you life and allows you to live a somewhat normal existence” hurts a bit.

Technological regeneration is a bit more confusing and hard to explain than biological regeneration since machinery can’t really “heal” in real life. The concept sounds almost bewildering, like you can’t cut a wire and have it slowly heal like skin would, you’d need a whole new wire. But Vox internally, the things that allow him to move and live how he does now, it’s the only part of him that he can heal, and to him, it’s still “defective”.

Vox is disabled mentally and physically; he has Autism, ADHD, and epilepsy, all of which he is unable to be medicated for due to his new body. These are all things that he hates to acknowledge and will become irrationally upset by if they are mentioned to the point he will actively to deny certain aspects of disability. Being a man from the 1900’s-1950’s his views on mental disabilities and mental illnesses are… less than uh.. “acceptable” for today’s standards. He often disregards slurs towards this being called slurs and insists that “They used to just be words” or “It’s a medical diagnosis.” yet still gets incredibly upset when he is ever called a slur that actually could apply to him. In a way he tries to come off as purposely ableist so that he doesn’t have to confront this aspect of himself that he doesn’t understand. His knowledge in technology or sharks or economics aren’t “special interests” to him, they’re just “regular things a man likes”. He can’t process what a hyperfixation is. He doesn’t know that it’s normal for him to be unable to speak on occasion or that certain textures make him severely uncomfortable. These are either seen as weaknesses or “average people things”. Aside from how terribly disabled people were treated back around the 50’s, he views the neurodiverse aspect of his mind as something that only serves to further push him from grasping the feeling of regular humanity again.

For physical disabilities, he doesn’t lie or deny that he has epilepsy, yes he has an intense disdain for mentioning it, but for very few people he is close with he will disclose this information to them privately. There are a very select few people that are aware of this and two of those people are Velvette and Alastor. This post isn’t really about diving into Vox’s epilepsy so I’m keeping this concise because I have another post to put all of that in. Hope you all enjoy the wacky art :)

The binary says “Trust us” for anyone curious

[babydollmarauders]

OVERWHELMED — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

summary: in which Lovie gets overstimulated and overwhelmed and Jack swoops in to help.

notes: this is totally not me projecting at all— nope- definitely not

it was something i wasn’t prepared for about motherhood— i’ve always been sensitive to loud noises, getting overstimulated and irrationally upset after a while.

i was fine in situations where i expected it; concerts, hockey games, the like. but when i was in the comfort of my own home or in a place that i wasn’t expecting it, it quickly became too much.

and when these situations happened, i became irritable and acquired a touch aversion. needing some quiet time to myself in order to recover.

when i became a mom, i was able to power through it. the newborn and infant years being an easy feat, as my daughter was a relatively quiet baby.

but with the toddler years has come the screaming, even when happy. Eleanor’s once quiet demeanor disappeared, replaced by excited squeals and happy yelling.

she would be playing and just randomly start screaming in excitement or get frustrated and scream out of annoyance and distress.

i was understanding. she couldn’t fully talk yet to express herself and for the most part, i could breathe through it and be fine. but there were those few times where it became too much.

like now.

El’s excited screams bounce off the apartment walls as she runs around the hallways with her tiny red target cart, full of her favorite toys. baby dolls and magnetic building blocks piled in the cart, running into door-jambs and furniture and clinking together.

i take deep breaths, my head pounding in ache as i sit on the couch. i love my daughter. so much. but this is entirely too much.

my husband stands in the kitchen, laughing as our toddler crashes her cart against the back of the couch, making the entire sofa jolt before she screams in excitement once again.

i flinch, squeezing my eyes shut and taking a deep inhale. i reopen my eyes just in time to see my two-old run around the side of the couch, slipping and falling onto her butt.

she lets out a shriek in frustration, tears springing to her eyes as she rises back to her feet, abandoning her play shopping cart in favor of fast walking over to me on the couch.

climbing up the couch cushions, her cries get louder with the close proximity, making my breath hitch.

“mommy!” she whines. her little hands grip my shoulder as she steps into my lap, plopping herself down and looking up at me.

i instinctively lock up, my back straightening and my hands flying up towards my shoulders in attempt to get away.

it makes me feel like a horrible mother. i can’t even power through the touch of my own child when i’m overstimulated like this.

El’s cries get louder as she reaches up to touch my cheeks.

“mommy! boo boo!” my heart aches in my chest and i’m near tears, myself. i hate seeing my baby upset but i can’t bring myself to do much. i bring my hand down, rubbing her back but even that makes my skin crawl in discomfort.

“it’s okay, El-Bell.” i attempt to comfort her, but my voice is near-robotic, just running through the motions.

my tears finally spill over and i send a desperate glance to my husband, who is already stepping over to us.

he gives me sympathetic eyes, quickly scooping up the toddler from my lap, which only makes her more upset.

“mommy!” she cries out, reaching around her father to make grabby hands at me, my heart shattering even further.

“hey.” Jack coos, turning around so that El’s back is facing me. “it’s okay, lovely. daddy’s got you.”

his eyes lock with mine and he gives me a quick and affirmative nod, letting me know that he’s got this, and i take that moment to rise from the couch, sneaking off towards our bedroom.

“you wanna watch a movie, baby? you wanna watch Ariel?” i hear him ask, resulting in the halting of El’s cries. i assume she’s nodding, as not a moment later i hear the familiar ‘thum thum’ of the disney+ app being opened on the tv.

i quietly creak our bedroom door shut, leaving it open just a crack before moving to lay on the bed, burrowing myself in the blankets. my head just barely peeks out of the comforter, providing me with fresh air.

sobs wrack my body, lightly shaking the bed. i cover my mouth with my hand, muffling my cries so that my toddler doesn’t hear them out in the living room, but it only serves to make me cry harder.

it’s moments like these where i wonder if i’m failing my child. because i sure feel like a failure. what kind of mother am i? to get so overwhelmed by my own child, that i can’t even stand being touched by her?

it feels like hours until my sobs finally subside, but in reality i know it’s only been maybe half an hour.

now i lay in the bed, staring up at the plain white ceiling and overthinking everything.

is El going to hate me for this one day?

have i let her down?

is Jack going to hate me for this?

will he get tired of the fact that i can’t handle our daughters loud noises and leave me?

my thoughts are interrupted by the dip of the bed beside me. i look over to see Jack laying a napping Eleanor next to me on the mattress before he lays down on the other side of her.

he looks at me with an expression full of worry, pity overtaking his face.

i turn on my side, facing my husband and our daughter, and he does the same.

“how are you feeling?” he questions softly, not wanting to wake our sleeping toddler.

“better.” i tell him, gazing down at El and running the back of my hand across her chubby cheek.

i love her so much.

“i feel like i’ve failed her.” i confess. “like i’ve failed you both.”

Jack is quick to squash those feelings, leaning over the toddler to press a sweet kiss to my lips.

“stop doing that.” he pleads. “stop reducing yourself down to your bad moments. i love you. El loves you.

“so you have a few times where it all becomes too much- i may not be able to understand it fully, but i do understand that it’s out of your control. you love El, i know you do, i see it every day. if it were up to you, i know you would never have these moments. but they do happen, and that’s okay. El may not understand it yet, but she will one day, and she still loves you regardless.”

his words make tears prick my eyes once more and i break our eye contact to gaze back down at our daughter.

“you are more than these moments, Lovie. and i will do whatever i can to help when they do happen.” he tells me, smiling softly.

“when i’m home.” he adds, making me let out a watery giggle.

“i love you.” i express, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“i love you more.”

“thank you for being so understanding. and for swooping in to help.” i smile, raising a hand to cup his cheek, trailing my thumb softly over his cheekbone.

“thank you for being the most amazing wife and the best mother to our beautiful baby girl. thank you for giving me the best gift i’ve ever received.”

“your ‘#1 dad’ hat?” i joke, making him throw his head back in laughter.

“our daughter, Lovie!” he clarifies through chuckles. “although, i do love that hat.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

too close for comfort ~ eminem

word count: 2541

request?: yes!

“Hi! Can I please request an Eminem x reader? Something angsty like the reader getting jealous about how close him and Skylar are? Thanks!

Hope you enjoy your well deserved break💕”

description: in which she finds herself growing uneasy with how close his friend who happens to be a girl is getting to him

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing, jealousy

masterlist (one, two)

I don’t consider myself a jealous person. I’ve always been very confident in my relationships, especially with Marshall, and I’ve always trusted my partners. I never felt like I had a reason to be jealous before.

And then I met Skylar.

I have no idea what it was about Skylar that was different than the other female artists that Marshall was close friends with. She had been nothing but nice to me from the moment we met, and it wasn’t like she was constantly flirting with Marshall whenever they were together. But there was just something about their friendship that left a bitter taste in my mouth every time they were together.

The first time I met Skylar was on set for a music video for her song with Marshall. I had been excited to meet her because Marshall was always talking about her. I walked onto set with a smile on my face, but it quickly dropped when I saw Skylar almost hanging off of him, a loud laugh from her ringing through the room.

That single moment was somehow enough for me to detest the very thought of Skylar with Marshall. Which was very, very hard when they were such close friends and frequent collaborators. Every time Marshall told me he was going to work with her, I’d have to try and suppress an eye roll or a groan. Sometimes, if I was confident he wouldn’t see me, I wouldn’t suppress the former.

One day, I was a little too confident.

After telling me he was going to meet up with Skylar to write a song, I thought he had left the room, so I openly rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, okay.”

“What was that about?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I looked over and saw that he was still in the lounge doorway, a confused look on his face.

“Nothing,” I lied with a shrug.

“You just rolled your eyes for no reason?” he questioned.

“It was nothing. Just forget I did it.”

“Does it have to do with me going to record with Skylar?”

My irritation was starting to grow. I didn’t want to get upset with him over something I knew was so trivial, but I was already annoyed that he waws going with Skylar and that plus the embarrassment of getting caught was caught me to nearly shake with annoyance.

I stood from the cough. “It was nothing. I’m sorry. I’ll see you when you finish recording.”

I went to walk out of the room, but Marshall grabbed my arm to stop me. “Hey, don’t walk away like that. If something is bothering you, I want to know. Did Skylar say something?”

Hearing him say her name finally caused me to snap. I yanked my arm free from his grasp and glared at him. “She didn’t have to say anything. I can see the way she looks at you, or the way you two act together.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I fucking know there’s something more than just friendship and professionalism, and I don’t fucking like it!”

Marshall scoffed. He was looking at me like I had three heads, which was making me even more pissed.

“You’re crazy.”

My mouth fell open in shock. I was speechless. I couldn’t believe he said that to me. I mean, I knew I was acting irrationally, but it hurt that his immediate response was to call me crazy instead of trying to comfort me or just simply tell me I was wrong. I was in such shock that I couldn’t even get any words out. I just stood there, mouth agape.

He started getting ready to go, completely ignoring me as I stood there. I watched him grab his jacket and keys and start for the door.

“So, that’s all you have to say?” I said when I finally found my voice. “You’re just going to call me crazy and leave? Not even going to tell me I’m wrong?”

“If something seems crazy to me, I call it like I see it. Why should I have to tell you it’s wrong? Why can’t you just trust me?”

“I trust you. It’s her I don’t trust.”

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), she hasn’t done anything! I don’t know what you think is going on, but you are fucking crazy to think anything.”

Before I could say anything else, Marshall left, slamming the door behind him as he went. I listened to his car start up and realized I had tears welling up in my eyes. When I knew for sure he was gone and not coming back, I went up to his bedroom. I grabbed the first bag I could find and started shoving my stuff into it.

Once every last item that I owned was packed away, I went out to my car. I sat in the driver’s seat for a moment. The flood gates officially opened and I let myself have a moment to sob into my steering wheel. My heart was telling me to go back inside and pretend like this whole night hadn’t happened, but my brain screamed louder, telling me to go back to my own apartment and hope Marshall got the message when he came home and found my stuff gone. The way I acted may have been irrational, but what he said had cut deep, and his lack of concern over how he hurt me told me everything I needed to know.

When I arrived home, I tossed the bags of stuff from Marshall’s onto the floor next to my front door and went directly to my room. I flopped down onto my bed, curled up into a ball of misery, and eventually cried myself to sleep.

~~~~~~

I wasn’t sure what time it was when I was brought out of my sleep, but I was sure it was some time close to midnight. I also wasn’t sure what caused me to wake up so suddenly until I realized there was a sound coming from my front door. I was about to go back to sleep until I heard the door open.

Then, I was very awake and very alert.

My heart was hammering against my chest as I quietly got out of bed. I always had a bat hidden away in my room for times like this, so I grabbed it and held it tightly in my hand as I pressed my back against the wall. I could hear footsteps approaching and a sliver of light came into the room from my living room. Whoever had came in was ballsy enough to start turning on the lights despite not knowing whether or not anyone was home. Or maybe they didn’t care if they alerted anyone of their presence.

The footsteps started getting closer and I held the bat up over my head, ready to swing if they walked in. Before I could make my move, a familiar voice called out my name and the light to my room was switched on, revealing that the intruder was none other than Marshall.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed when he saw me stood next to the door, bat over my head, ready to attack him if he hadn’t spoken before walking in. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What the fuck am I doing?!” I spat back. “What the fuck are you doing?! You can’t just enter a woman’s house in the middle of the night with no warning! I thought you were an intruder!”

“I’m sorry, but I did knock and there was no answer. I’ve been texting and calling you for hours and you haven’t answered, so I came over to see if you were here.”

I looked down at my phone and saw that I had dozens of texts and missed call notifications from Marshall. I was shocked I had managed to sleep through them all. I must’ve been tired to not even hear him when he knocked.

“Well,” I said, “I’m fine. You can go.”

I turned out my light and started back to bed, but Marshall quickly turned it back on. “That’s it? You haven’t been answering any of my calls or texts for hours, I was worried sick, and all you have to say it that I can leave?”

“I was asleep, Marshall. I didn’t hear my phone go off. But now you know that I’m fine and you don’t have to be here anymore. So you can just go home now.”

I could see the look in his eye that told me he was going to be too stubborn to leave. So, I decided to be stubborn back. I turned off my light again and got into bed with my back to him. Maybe I could just fake being asleep until he left.

But I knew it was going to be a lot harder than that when I felt the bed dip behind me under his weight as he sat down.

“Why did you take all your shit?” he asked.

I sighed. “Can’t this wait till the morning?”

“No, it can’t, because I don’t know if you’re going to answer my calls in the morning. You just up and left while I was at the studio. No text, no note, nothing. I came home and all your stuff was gone and I couldn’t get ahold of you. I was worried sick, (Y/N).”

“Sorry but I thought maybe you wouldn’t want a crazy girlfriend.”

There was silence. I didn’t think the tension in the room could get any thicker than it was, but my comment made it so thick that you probably couldn’t even cut it with a butcher knife. I stayed in my position with my back to him. I didn’t think I could keep my emotions in check and I wasn’t about to let him see me upset.

“I’m sorry I called you crazy,” Marshall said, finally breaking the silence.

I finally rolled over to look at him. My eyes adjusted enough to the dark that I could see the look of sincerity on his face.

“That hurt so much, Marshall,” I said. “I know I was being irrational, but you just jumped to call me crazy. No reassurance that I was wrong, that there was nothing between you and Skylar. No remorse for saying that to me. You just called me crazy and left.”

“I know. It was wrong. I shouldn’t have resorted to saying shit like that. I was just...I was pissed because it was like you were mad at me about something but you wouldn’t tell me what it was, and then you started saying shit about me and Skylar and it just made me more pissed because, to my knowledge, Skylar has never showed that type of interest in me, and I definitely don’t see her that way. She’s one of my closest friends, but that’s where it ends.”

I could feel the familiar jealous feeling brewing in my stomach, but I tried to keep it at bay. Now was not the time to let the green monster come out, especially when it was the reason for us to be in this mess in the first place.

Marshall laid down next to me, propping himself up on his elbow. I rolled onto my side to face him as well. He reached for me, but hesitated for a moment. When I showed no sign of pulling away from him, he placed his hand on my hip and traced the skin with his thumb. It was a comforting touch that I think both of us needed in that moment.

“When I went to the studio I was still pissed,” he explained. “Skylar could obviously see something was wrong, so I told her. At the time, I was still in this headspace where I thought you were crazy for ever thinking there could be something between us. But she kind of broke it down for me.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “How so?”

“Well, I’ve known Skylar for a lot longer than I’ve known you. Like, over a decade. We started as just songwriting partners, but then when she started making her own music and started being featured on mine, or writing more for me and touring with me, we became actual friends. Nothing more, there’s never been anything between us, but I consider her almost like family at this point. And she said that, whether you realize it or not, you might be feeling insecure about your position in my life versus hers since we haven’t known each other or been together as long as she and I have known each other.”

Now that he was saying it like that, it did make a lot of sense. I knew that Skylar was just a friend, I had known that leading up to meeting her. It wasn’t until I saw them together that I started getting jealous, but when I saw them together they were...well, they were close. She was laughing at his jokes, she could make him laugh on camera despite his cold public persona, they talked and joked about things I could never understand. They had a history, one that I could only dream I’d have with Marshall.

“Shit,” I said. “She’s fucking smart.”

Marshall chuckled. “She is.”

I sighed and reached out to fiddle with the zipper on Marshall’s jacket that he had kept on when he laid in bed with me.

“She’s nice,” I said. “Like...like really nice. I wanted to like her because there’s no reason not to. It’s like my brain just wouldn’t let me like her and had me convinced that she was the enemy.”

“People do weird shit when they’re in love.”

“Like throwing away an entire relationship because they don’t want to talk about their feelings.”

“Like calling the love of their life crazy instead of having a conversation like an adult.”

A small smile tugged at my lips. “We’re both a little fucked up.”

“That’s why we work so well together.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at this, which resulted in Marshall laughing, too.

I stopped playing with his zipper and moved so I was sitting up. He watched me with curiosity as I started pulling on his jacket. “Sit up and take this off.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re staying tonight.”

He wasted no time in shedding himself of his jacket, tossing it somewhere on the floor. We both realized we were still in our clothes from the day, so he also shed himself of his shirt and jeans, and I took off mine as well. I took his shirt from him to wear as a nightshirt, and the two of us settled down into my bed. We were still laying facing one another, but now I was cuddled up into Marshall’s chest while he ran his hands through my hair.

“I’m sorry for how I acted tonight, too,” I said.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ve moved past it. You don’t have to apologize anymore.”

I smiled to myself as my eyes slowly drifted shut. I slipped back into unconsciousness in a much better state of mind and in the arms of the man I loved.