#and she always stops if I cry out in pain

[thelov3lybookworm]

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Day 4: Paid time off.

Summary: Was it worth the pain?

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Word Count: 844

Warnings: fluff, glass breaking and kis being terrified :(

A/n: nothing to say except i love hazel, az and kaden🥹😭

@azrielappreciationweek

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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At any given moment, Azriel would say he loved the sound of his mate’s giggles. When she laughed, she made Azriel laugh. Not because she was laughing at something funny. She made him laugh just because. He laughed because he knew his wife was happy, and that made him happy. He felt content.

But not now.

Not as she giggled away at his misery while he stood behind the three little devils in his kitchen, cursing his own mind for coming up with this idea to spend his paid time off.

Rhys had always tried to get him to take some rest, going on and on about how working all the time was not good for Azriel’s health. His efforts had doubled since Y/n and Azriel got married, and with Y/n supporting Rhysand, Azriel occasionally agreed to take some holidays.

It had already been a week since Hazel had proclaimed that Azriel was her best friend, and since then Y/n had been telling him he needed to get a day off.

Azril had agreed at once, deciding a day with his lovely daughter and nephew would be amazing. It would be great for everyone. Rhysand and Feyre would have some time alone, Hazel would get to play with her friend and Azriel would be spending the day with people that mattered the most to him.

He had not accounted for Hazel inviting Kaden to the play date too.

Azriel had been disappointed when he found Kaden in his living room when he came down just after waking up, Nyx and Hazel giggling along with the boy.

Y/n had glared at him when she found him frowning at the oblivious child.

It was after lunch now as all five of them stood in the kitchen, the kids gathered around the big bowl of cookie batter, giggling to each other as they tried to sneakily add more chocolate chips.

Y/n laughed again, grabbing Azriel’s jaw and pulling him close to plant a quick kiss to his lips.

"He’s a kid, Az. Let him breathe."

Az grumbled, turning away. "Remind me of that when he inevitably grows up and tries to take your daughter."

Before Y/n could answer, the sound of Hazel’s whine reached the two.

"Nyxie, I want to hold the bowl!"

Azriel’s spymaster instincts kicked in when he saw Hazel yank the bowl from Nyx, her grip too small to hold onto the large bowl. No matter how quick Azriel was, his fingers only grazed the bowl’s sides before it crashed against the ground, shattering into pieces.

Just as it did, Hazel began sobbing, and Azriel stood there, torn between comforting his baby and cleaning up the mess.

To his surprise, Kaden grabbed Hazel’s hand and dragged her back and away from the glass, telling her to stay put when she tried to walk close to Azriel.

"You will get hurt, Hazel!" Kaden whispered loudly, hugging her.

"I want daddy." She whimpered, wiping her face on her sleeve.

Azriel glanced at Y/n who was sweeping away the glass shards, raising a brow at him. Azriel huffed, watching as his shadows cleaned up along with his wife.

"Kids, come on. Let’s make cookies again." Azriel called, bringing out another bowl just as the shadows finished cleaning, trying to stop them all from crying.

Hazel hurried over to his side, clinging to his legs while Nyx hugged Y/n. Azriel looked to Kaden who stood in the corner, eyes wide and filled with tears. It was very clear he was shaken himself, and unlike the other two kids, he did not have his parents to comfort him.

He was scared, yet he got Hazel away from harm’s way.

Grudgingly, Azriel kneeled, eyes locked on Kaden. When Kaden realised Azriel was looking at him, he sniffled and met his eyes. It was very clear that despite the amount of times Azriel had met the kid, he was still terrified of him.

Quietly, he extended his hand towards the trembling boy, beckoning him closer. Kaden seemed unsure as he walked to Azriel, but could Azriel really blame him when he had taken every chance to silently terrorize the child?

Azriel rubbed Kaden’s back as he sniffled, clearly scared by the loud breaking of the glass.

This paid time off was going very differently than what Azriel had hoped it would go like.

"Alright, let’s get to making these cookies now. They won’t make themselves."

The kids giggled in response, wiping their tears and getting back on the stools they had been standing on. Azriel ignored Y/n’s gaze, knowing she would only give him the smug look she loved to shoot him all the time.

Y/n still pranced close to drop a kiss to Azriel’s cheek before declaring she was going to go feed Nuts.

"Daddy, hurry up, I’m hungry."

Azriel sighed, shaking his head.

Maybe he didn’t need more paid days off than necessary.

He sure loved them, but he wasn’t sure if they were worth breaking his back over.

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[respectthepetty]

The Loyal Pin - Episode 15

Before I actually began this recap, let me just bask in Patricia freaking the hell out when Kuea's pregnant wife, who she was warned about, actually shows up to the wedding she forced onto Pin.

Well it if isn't the consequences to your dumb ass actions, Patricia!

LOOK AT HER!

Oh shit! And now Pin has passed the hell out! I knew a girl in high school who would pass out whenever she got in trouble, and we all thought it was a medical condition at first, but one time, she passed out on the band field during morning practice, yet fell in such a way that her flute didn't get damaged, and the entire band spread that news like wildfire, so I, a kid who would NEVER be caught dead near the band hall, heard about it by second period, and homegirl was roasted accordingly in fourth period Stats when someone told her to pass out before the test so we could get out of taking it but to make sure not to damage her the calculator. Point is - Pin is band girl. This is triflin' behavior. This is not a medical condition.

And Prik is just rubbing salt in her wounds. "Anin was fighting all the way until the bitter end for your love, but once she realized you were still going to marry a man who had a whole ass pregnant wife, she decided to go to the beach instead of attending your dumb wedding"

I really disliked Aon at the start of this show, but now her faces with Anin on this beach trip are amazing because Anin is going through it, and Aon is just like, "You wanna put some cucumbers on your eyes since you've been crying so much." She is helping, but also judging, and I like that.

This is what a true ally looks like. Shit was going DOWN in his palace, and all he could think about was telling his sister.

Take notes, Anon! Ya sloppy!

Look how happy a Blue Beauty is when her girlfriend's wedding is stopped by the pregnant woman nobody would believe existed. She is smiling for love. I'm smiling for spite.

And Pin is wearing Anin's color as she, too, looks up at the sky. Glad Prik's little guilt trip worked.

PENELOPE, NO! NOT AGAIN, GIRL!

Okay, existential crisis Barbie. Quit being so damn dramatic.

Penelope planned to go through with that wedding, yet is acting all sad because Anin didn't immediately rush back to her. BARBARA! YOU'RE DOING TOO MUCH, SIS!

And now Patricia is wearing Pin's color to show she cares. You know what would show she cares? Her actually apologizing TO PIN! Her saying "sorry I fucked up and told you to die" or something like that. Doesn't haven't to be those exact words, but anything would be better than the NOTHING she is doing right now.

Penelope always has a dream about Anin leaving her or DYING, and even in her dreams, Penelope is too damn dramatic. ¡Cálmate, güey!

Wait. Is this green or orange? Someone needs to get the colorist on the phone because night time does not make a dress an entirely different color!

But the entire scene is beautiful, so the colorist made some decisions, and I cannot say they were bad decisions.

Anin laughing while Penelope is in pain is food for my petty soul.

Because Penelope is too smart to be this dumb! How did she not realize that Anin was upset that she was marrying a man and moving that man into her palace? Anin TOLD her that, but did she think Anin was joking? WTF, girl. Shut that pretty mouth of yours. I've heard enough stupidity come out of those beautiful lips for a lifetime.

Now Anin is laughing at Penelope in the house! Thank goodness because Penelope is still wildin' with these ridiculous questions! She knows nothing happened between Anin and these other women because she HEARD Anin crying about her MARRYING A MAN, yet has the audacity to pout. Penelope, just pass out again, so we can stop hearing you say irrational shit.

Anin is wiping her down with a blue towel *wink* but the green/orange dress is throwing me for a loop, so I cannot properly enjoy this.

For two chicks that just got back together after shit hit the fan when their relationship was exposed, they do not have any sense of self-preservation. Standing out on the balcony hugging each other after having sex is a choice. The wrong one.

WHY IS ANIN APOLOGIZING TO PATRICIA?! And why hasn't Patricia apologized to Pin?! And why is Anin still wearing green?! She is not a Green Girl! There is nothing chill about Anin!

There is one episode left and I need Patricia to apologize to Pin and for Anin to wear pink for her Pink Person because Pin is struggling with her color still. Quit playing with my emotions, show!

This mama is scared. She has me convinced that the closet is better than telling the dad. I'd listen to her, but Anin would never because she has no chill; therefore, she is not a Green Girl. GET THAT COLOR OUTTA HERE!

At long last, we have made it to the final boss. I don't play video games, but if this is anything like Kirby, shit's about to get messy!

But I know all will end well since Anin still has to wear pink to solidify her love for Pin.

Or this really will be the final stage of Kirby.

Pink. On Body. NOW!

[pinksugarscrub]

Deja Vu

Hobie Brown x spider! fem! reader

@hyperfix-wip 🎀 thank you for reading my wips and giving me feedback at practically midnight and @the-kr8tor ... It was out of my hands

Based heavily on my spidersona's lore so please, be curteous. Angst angst and more angst.

word count: 1,035

cw: blood, gore, angst, drama

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“You have to let go.”

“No–” Your voice breaks, “I’m not letting go.”

Sweat trickles down your nose and a grunt escapes your lips as the bridge begins to bend.

“I’m not letting you go.”

Hobie’s heart twinges in pain. The last look he ever wanted to see on your face was that one.

His eyes drift down to the beam digging into your side. Blood soaking your suit or what’s left of it.

Your arm is shaking with the weight of holding him. You’re tired. Oh so tired.

A gasp steals your breath away as a metallic arm digs the beam further into your body.

“No—stop it!” Hobie screams helplessly. His arm begins to throb as you grip onto him tight enough to break his bones.

“Tick Tock Spider-Woman,” Otto grins. Chaos in his eyes and his heart. Baring his teeth as he reels back his arm before thrusting it into your side again. “Time’s a wastin.”

The manic laughter isn’t what scares Hobie. It’s the way your eyes lose focus and you struggle to breathe.

“Hey, hey! Listen to me!” Hobie pleads. Squeezing your arm to wake you up. When you don’t respond he screams louder and lets his hand slip.

Your eyes are back to his in a second.

Hobie smiles. His lips tremble as he forces the smile to stay. “Everything is going to be ok, ok?”

“Just-” His breath catches in his throat as tears flood his vision. “I need you to close your eyes for me.”

You shake your head in protest. Adrenaline pumping through your system.

“You have to trust me.”

“Please…” you wheeze. Face scraping against the concrete as the bridge dips. “Please.”

Hobie hates the anguish he’s causing you but he knows if he was in your position he would be feeling the same.

“Don’t do this,” you beg. Salty tears mixing with your blood.

Hobie doesn’t want to. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. He wants to live. But…

Another pained cry leaves your lips as different beam jams its way into your frame like a parasite.

Hobie doesn’t want you to die either.

“I thought you were smarter than this (y/n),”Otto drones. Impatience in his voice. “But I should have expected this from you. Always full of disappointments.”

It’s his life or yours and he will always choose you.

With all the strength he can muster he lifts himself up. Shoes scraping against thin air as he smashes his lips to yours. He regrets not kissing you sooner. Like that time under the stars when your skin was so warm your touch burned.

“Fuck him up, (y/n)”

Your blood runs cold as Hobie’s hand slips from your grasp until there’s nothing left to hold onto.

In every other universe, Hobie Brown falls for Spider-Woman but in this universe…it doesn’t end well.

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You gasp, waking up drenched in sweat. It takes you a moment to recognize where you are. In a sleek modern cell with a window to Nueva York. It’s what you call home now.

Lyla calls your names softly. Appearing in her orange hue beside your bed with a look of concern.

“Maybe you should take a break.”

“I’m fine,” you whisper. Slowly catching your breath as you rub your hands over your face.

Lyla opens her mouth but doesn’t say a word. Just glitches to the another spot beside your bed.

“What time is it?”

Lyla is tempted to lie but it isn’t in her programming. “Ten thirty.”

You nod. Sitting with your hands on your head before sluggishly standing up. “Tell Miguel I’ll be there soon.”

Lyla stares at your back as you slide your shirt over your head. There’s a large faded scar etched into your skin that stretches from your rib to your hip.

“I’ll get right on it.” She answers quietly before disappearing.

It takes a few minutes for you to slip on your suit. Clean yourself and seem presentable.

You push away your dream (could you even call it that?). Stepping out into the hall and integrating with the hundreds of Spider people. Either loitering around or preparing for missions.

You’re polite and courteous but are too low on energy to muster a smile. You have to remind yourself the feeling will pass.

Today would mark the day of…well it would mark three years. It was common for you to have dreams about him during this time. It would pass.

A sudden call of your name. Cheery and bright suddenly makes the weight on your mind less heavy. Life goes on, as they say.

Turning your head you spot Pavitr. A boy whose kindness you feel indebted to. Not that he knew it.

You stop, waiting for him to catch up. You’re quick to notice someone trailing behind him but you pay it no mind. Pavitr was easy to make friends with. There was no exception to that aside from Miguel. The vampire lord himself.

“Morning,” you smile. Hoping your eyes aren’t heavy or dark.

“Good morning! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. We have a mission together.”

Pavitr slides his mask off. Careful not to mess up his curls. “Hey…” his nose scrunches. “Have you been sleeping?”

You wave him off. Smiling wider though it hurts your face. “I overslept. Is this a new recruit? Is he coming with us?”

You’re thankful Pavitr is so trusting because he accepts your explanation without a hitch. Though he does send you a look that says ‘tell me if you need anything’ which again, you appreciate immensely.

“Yeah-”

“I’m only watching. Don’t know if I’m cut out for all…this.” The punk themed Spider waves his hands clumsily. Accent thick and his mask doesn’t do anything to help you understand it.

“Well, welcome to the team,” you chuckle. Sadness slowly seeping away.

You introduce yourself. Not bothering to take off your mask seeing as it’s already off.

The lanky boy seems to pause. Mulling over something before reaching for his mask and tugging it off.

“I don’t do handshakes but it’s nice to meet you love I’m-”

Your body stiffens as you look into a familiar set of eyes.

“-Hobie. Hobie Brown.”

[specific-dreamer]

claiming this as my free space on outsiders bingo

titles from reunion square - warriors the musical

i’ll be putting it on ao3 in a little while as well but as of rn here you go :)

when you woke up today you didn’t think you could die, neither did i (but you don’t decide)

Johnny was never that big on helping people. He wouldn’t say he goes out of his way to torment people, but, well sometimes Dally’s schemes are really funny. That being said, Johnny Cade was not planning on saving those kids. After Dally’s lecture, he was ready to get in the passenger seat and commandeer the radio with a nice cigarette.

He should’ve known that if any of them would have gone back for those kids it’d be Ponyboy. So, Johnny followed. Not to save the kids, but to save Ponyboy. But then Pony handed him that first kid and, well, Johnny’s always wanted to be a hero, okay. When he started saving those kids it was like something ignited inside of him. He suddenly saw himself as the kind of hero that only appears in comics and story books.

When he takes a second to catch his breath after getting all the kids out, he smiles at Pony. The church is a thousand degrees, he’s hot as all get out, but this is the most Johnny’s ever felt alive. When he gets older, he’s going to be a firefighter. There’s not many fires in Tulsa, at least not on his side of the tracks, but Johnny’s fairly sure they do other things than just fighting fires. They save people too and, not to toot his own horn, but Johnny thinks he’s pretty good at this saving people business.

He turns to Ponyboy with a grin on his face to tell him his new career path when he hears a faint voice. It’s in that split second when he turns his head, that something knocks the wind out of him. It’s heavy enough that Johnny waits a second for it to remove itself, thinking it must be a kid they missed. Four seconds pass before he realizes it can’t possibly be a kid. That’s when he feels the burning.

Johnny knows he’s on fire. He must be because it’s hot and his back is killing him. He’s always had bad back pain, courtesy of sleeping in the lot or on Two-Bit’s old couch, but this pain is something he’s never felt before. It feels like when Two-Bit’s younger sister jumps on him in the mornings to wake him up but this time she refuses to get off. If he could focus better, he might even say that he could feel the fabric of his t-shirt and the denim of his jacket fusing into his skin.

Focus, Johnny, you can’t die here. When you’re on fire you’re meant to stop, drop and roll, right? He can’t really do that though can he; he can barely move as it is. Johnny takes a shallow breath and attempts to crawl from whatever’s pinned him down, but as soon as does he collapses in sheer agony.

He can wait here, he thinks to himself, closing his eyes. His chest aches and he can’t catch his breath and suddenly Johnny’s taken back to a few weeks ago when Bob and his friends jumped him. Everything hurts just like then and at this moment there’s nothing Johnny wants more than to go home.

His eyes start to water and Johnny’s honestly not sure if it’s from the smoke and the heat or if he’s crying, but in one last effort for help he screams. He screams for everybody, Dally, Ponyboy, Steve, Two-Bit, Ace, Sodapop, and Darry too. He’s not too sure any of them actually heard him, he doesn’t have the energy let alone the air to scream too loudly.

For one blissful moment, he feels a chill and then his breath evens out.

[seygay]

Pictured, a cat about to bite you for fun time the second you join the game and touch her belly

Some people on this website wholeheartedly believe a cat will only try to bite its’ owner if it’s under traumatizing levels of stress.

I assure you cats will bite for a variety of reasons up to and including “fun and me time”

[essrambles]

I deferred to the "expertise" of a vet and now my dog is dead

[berryblu-soda]

Anyways update i just didnt bother to post earlier:

fr God is good and the whole car crash my parents got into last week was so incredibly mild in terms of injuries!!!! worst was a bruised knee im pretty sure

ALSO-

*taps mic* HUG YOUR FREAKING LOVED ONES OR SO HELP ME!!!!!!!

[hecksupremechips]

Minor thing that really irks me is when people treat the femc route in p3 portable as like the lesser story or like it’s a fanfic where nothing that happens in it is the “true” canon like. Bitch. The femc and everything that happens in her version of the story is just as canon as the male protagonist and everything that happens in his story. And there’s literally been so many fucking versions of p3 at this point like the base game, fes, portable, the movies, stage plays, reload, as well as spinoffs and manga and they all do things differently. I don’t see anyone acting like the base game is more canon than, say, reload so why do they do this with portable? Why can’t the (infinitely superior) version with the female protagonist just be respected for five fucking minutes goddamn

[mechanicalbowtye]

read the scratch upd8. little too close to home

[just-rogi]

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[caffeinatedopossum]

I feel like I have an unacceptably low level of control over my body. Like obviously there are some things that no one can control but I have like actual big problems because of it. I'm not really sure how to describe it but it's not just me being really clumsy (although that is an effect of it) or even the tics I have.

It's like I can feel my body moving wrong constantly but I can't correct it and it hurts and it sucks and I'm tired. I'm tired of hurting myself, making mistakes, breaking things, acting like it's fine when in reality I'm constantly afraid of how much any movement I make next could hurt me. I need to move to stay sane, I want to workout and get stronger and go on walks with my friends. I wanna get better. I can't even roll over in bed without pain and I'm just so tired.

[needytboy]

you had just been on top of her a few seconds ago, pulling on her hair and whispering to her about what a good girl she is. all it took was one slide of her leg and all of a sudden you were grinding on it, losing yourself to the pleasure, moaning softly. although you could always dom her if you wanted to, you have and always will be incredibly easy. there’s just some desire in you to be pushed around, to be controlled. you kiss her chest eagerly, sucking on her nipples and leaving hickies and she gets out your hitachi for you guys to both grind on, teasing you for how needy you are. you lay down and she moves her hips, pressing it deeper into your clit and you cry out and squirm and she tells you how fucking hot and adorable you look. so fucking pathetic for her. your pussy is throbbing and you cry out as you cum. her hips keep moving, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon. your pussy is dripping and your clit is still throbbing and you’re whimpering, bucking your hips upwards in rhythm with her, watching how beautiful she looks and the sight is enough to make you come undone. over and over again. you can’t stop cumming and crying out and whimpering until you finally have to grab a pillow and cry out no no please it’s too much it’s too much. she just laughs and asks if she needs to force the orgasm out of you and you nod and whimper desperately and cry out yes. she pushes harder, the hitachi now on a higher setting, and you scream into the pillow as your body shakes and you whimper and feel your entire body pulsing as it washes over you. she still doesn’t stop. maybe she’ll stop when you fall asleep. maybe not.

[senxitive]

Nothing like crying, panicking and shutting down because your therapist described how she sees you and said nice things about you

[phagodyke]

aouuugh my uterus......

[featherymainffins]

Why you all got ok mothers leave some for the rest of us

[ohara-n-brown]

As a late diagnosed autist I will say one of the most damaging but transformative experiences I've ever had was being misdiagnosed with BPD.

Everyday my heart goes out to people with BPD.

The amount of stigma and silencing they face is astonishing and sickening.

I took DBT for years. Therapists use to turn me away because of my diagnosis.

I would be having full blown autistic meltdowns, crying for help literally - but because I was labeled as BPD ANY time I cried I was treated as manipulative and unstable.

As if the only reason I could be crying was if I was out to trick someone.

95% of the books out there with Borderline in the title are named shit like 'How to get away from a person with Borderline', 'How to stop walking on eggshells (with a person who has BPD)'

I was never allowed to feel true pain or panic or need.

That was 'attention seeking behavior', not me asking for help when a disability was literally inhibiting my ability to process emotions.

There were dozens of times where I had a full meltdown and was either threatened with institutionalization or told I was doing it for attention.

My failing relationships weren't due to a communication issue, or the inability to read social cues. No, because I was labeled borderline, my unstable relationships were my fault. Me beggong nuerotypicals to just be honest and blunt with what they meant was me pestering them for validation.

Borderline patients can't win.

And the funny thing is - I asked my therapist about autism. I told her I thought I was on the spectrum.

BPD is WILDLY misdiagnosed with those with autism and I had many clear signs.

Instead - she told me 'If you were autistic we wouldn't be able to have this conversation'. She made me go through a list of autistic traits made clearly for children, citing how I didn't fit each one.

And then she told me that me identifying with the autism community was the BPD making me search for identity to be accepted - and that I wasn't autistic, just desperate to fit in somewhere.

I didn't get diagnosed for another ten years. For ten years I avoided the autism community - feeling as if I were just a broken person who wanted to steal from people who 'really needed it'.

Because of my providers - I began to doubt my identity MORE, not less.

Ten years of thinking I was borderline and being emotionally neglected and demonized by a system meant to help me.

To this day, I still don't trust neurotypicals. Not fully.

I know I'm not borderline now - but my heart aches for them. Not for the usual stuff. But for the stigma. And the asshole doctors. And the dismissiveness and threatening and the idea of institutionalization hanging over their head.

I love Borderline people. I always will. I'm not Borderline but if you are I love you and I'm sorry.

You're not a bad person. You're not a therapists worst nightmare, you are a human with valid feelings and fears.

Borderline people I'm sorry.