#crybaby does a thing

[musubiki]

lime offhandedly making a comment to coco that mochi is such a crybaby (affectionate), and coco says "The hell are you talking about? I've never seen her cry once since I've known her." and lime realizes for the first time that maybe hes the only one that she actually shows that side of her

[anonymousbutgay]

[catboyfurina]

focalette / neuvalors whatever the ship name is orz

[malhare-archive]

I really loathe how empathy and sensitivity are so often viewed as naivety and weakness. I went through that whole nihilistic apathetic bullshit and let me tell you, trying to remain kind and tenderhearted is a lot stronger and braver

[c0rpseductor]

i dont want to like qrt this moron or anything and im really mostly posting this to banish them from my mind so i can play sims instead of be mad, but like

idk where ppl get off on being like "uhh its dumb how we use childhood trauma to mean stuff like [insert dismissive example of emotional abuse here] AND [insert very severe sexual abuse here]" or any other similar like, "ummm you must have had This much of an objectively bad experience to ride" nonsense

it's a failure to understand what trauma actually is (essentially one's mental/emotional damage related to the event in question) AND a failure to understand how much more vulnerable children are than adults (yes, insulting a child in a way that won't bother an adult is going to hurt the child, jesus christ, they're children), and it's also like.

how does that help people with "severe" traumatic experiences as you, apparent god-king of suffering, define them? i don't think it helps me, as somebody who was severely abused growing up. certainly you don't see people making these kinds of comparisons ever doing anything useful for survivors of severe abuse beyond, like, putting down other traumatized people by way of using us as a cudgel, because they don't care about ANY of us, they just want a socially acceptable excuse to call some people pussies.

i get that like, sometimes that is the knee-jerk response. it also does not absolve you of the responsibility to shut up and remember that everybody is different. like, so what if someone else is less resilient to cruelty? they shouldn't have to be treated cruelly in the first place. be fucking nice. common decency is not a limited resource that must be budgeted for only the most put-upon

[selamat-linting]

i love it when im obsessed over a guy so much that my mutuals get to know him too. saw my mutual in the dash explaining to their mutual in law about who cm punk is and im just <3333 my powerr ✨✨✨ i bet they sighed and go "oh. this guy" yes he is!!!

[derelictheretic]

Which Tragic Greek Figure Are You?

I was tagged by @aceghosts and @strangefable (and others at some point I can't remember ahsjsjd) to do this uquiz for my monsters <3 Thank you!!

Tagging @shellibisshe @bluemojave @deputyash @eur0paa-2 @ishwaris @jollybone @bl-beater @trashcatsnark @viktor-sinclaire @wewillryesagain and anyone else who wants too!! <3

Achilles

best of the greeks, eager for honor, and quick to rage: you could easily live content and easy until you're gray-haired, but glory and fame call for you just beyond the horizon. you are not prone to self-reflection and trip into the same pits of wrath at bruised pride over and over. are you truly ready to sacrifice everything so that your name will be immortalized? is your fury what you want to be remembered for?

Odysseus

you are that which men dream to be: strong, courageous, and noble, with more intelligence than you know what to do with. and, like all men, you do not account for your overabundance of pride. you long for your name to be wrapped in glory and honor, and your journey home is only made longer by your search for fights to win and monsters to trick.

Antigone

(there was no text for this one so I did some research and wrote my own lmao)

envious and gluttonous for recognition and gratification, you are stubborn and loyal to a fatal fault. You crave the fulfillment of your own desires to the point you are blind to all reason, you will seek to sate yourself even if it brings upon your own and others death. In life you will be known for your secrecy and desperation, in death your pride and loneliness.

Cyparissus

young cyparissus, innocent cyparissus, it was all only an accident. your stag, finding relief from the relentless summer sun of Apollo under the forest's trees, did not deserve the cruel wound of your javelin stuck within him, and you did not deserve to inadvertently be the cause of his death. but grief does not care about intent and accidents, does it? even now, your cypress trees cry your mourning tears.

[hauntingblue]

I think this flashback episode is very cruel to show us luffy as a child suffering because of the same thing current luffy is going thru. Enough

[salsflore]

[katyspersonal]

Had kinda anxiety-inducing dreams tonight. A lot of themes of misfitting and caution. You know those dreams about meeting people you only know online in reality? Had one of those, but it was focusing on trying to befriend a person I don't even know much and only briefly interacted with for two times at most, before we became enemies against my will (and from what I could conclude he really hates me, to the point it'd effect how he feels towards other people).

Internet is just so fucking RICH for parasocial connections to exist. You can never really talk with someone but they'd still bother your mind sometimes, simply because it is impossible to 100% avoid something online. The dream was just too fucking unnerving. I knew who that person was, but he didn't know it was me, so I just kept asking questions about his interests or ideas, or being mindful if some help was needed (there was some sort of important activity going on that I wasn't a part of), but still kept the distance from fear. The dream also ended in a really strange way; a large centipede appeared from somewhere, but it had human intelligence and language. It judged me for not honestly confessing who I was despite knowing that person loathed me and saw me as a monster, maybe even wished me harm, and when I tried to object, it just said "You can go now" in that sorta.. dismissive manner, and I woke up. Like if it disconnected me from the dream.

I really don't know what the FUCK that dream meant, other than some sort of psychological twist on how I must be secretly hurting over not being able to be acquaintances under the waking mind layer of hostility. Makes me wonder how many of the people I hate I not actually hate, but just convince myself to hate out of fear. It is creepy sometimes, what internet can do to people. I think everyone I am close with had weird dreams about people they only saw in the internet at least a few times, so maybe it is more normal than I think. It is just.... this is strange.

A centipede is also a weird choice for manifestation of anxiety, fear and disgust with myself because I love centipedes, but it is what it is.... and, well, I've found strange kinship with Laurence recently anyways, heh. I want to say I wonder what the fuck happened to me to make me be so prideful and insufferable about my flaws but then think that a "positive" feeling such as wanting to maybe fucking NOT be enemies makes me a terrible person, but I know what, don't I. It is just a lot of mocking from normies, for years. That just tends to internalize, whether you want it or not. You just end up inflicting their insults and accusations on yourself even when no one is there.

[tittyinfinity]

Depression/PTSD recovery is wild because you could be doing greater than you've ever been in your life but then one small thing happens that reminds you of "that time" and suddenly all of the past emotions flood back into you and you feel like you're back to being the kid who's crying and shaking in the corner wondering if the people closest to you would be so much happier without you

[sunsetsover]

i think the reason i like firstkhao so bad is bc they have bangtan energy. don't ask me to explain bc i can't but growing up in borahae village i hear first say some shit like 'suddenly the voices in my head are saying khaotung is so cute' and im just like yeah that sounds about right.

[transsexula]

Does anyone have an explanation for that very specific thingling feeling you get in your wrists/palms/spreading thru ur chest/in your throat when you get upset?

Like. Sometimes someone will say something that really shouldn't upset me as much as it does, but it may press a Trauma Button™️ inside you and now it feels like all the nerves in those places are on fire?

Just me?

[tojipie]

toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man. 

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear. 

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him. 

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge. 

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands. 

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul. 

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words. 

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over. 

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start. 

[snoopyearss]

When jjk characters call you ‘clingy’

Feat. crybaby-ish!reader

Gojo, geto, toji

Cw: hurt, guilt, angst (if you squint)

This is inspiration from a mini series i read a few days ago by user @fumekara. It was so good, I love me some angst to hurt/comfort.

But i also wrote this from personal experience too, my bad yall i treat this like my own personal diary

Anyway, enjoy!

Satoru Gojo

He was pissed. He doesn’t typically show it much, but when he does, he gets kind of scary. He’s more quiet, his voice gets deeper, and his whole body language just shifts. So when the higher-ups piss him off after a very long meeting, the last thing he needs is someone to pounce on him. He usually loves it when you greet him at the door when you’re home for work. But today, he just wanted to strip off his clothes and hop into bed.

Gojo huffs as he leaves the elevator of your shared apartment and grabs his keys from his pocket to unlock the door. As he opens the door, he sees you in the kitchen grabbing ingredients for dinner. “Hi baby,” You softly greeted him. “Hey.” was all he said back. It confused you for a second because he’s never greeted you like that before.

“Is everything okay?” You walk up to him to try to kiss him on his cheek. “God- Y/n, please.” He grumbled, walking right past you and placing his briefcase on the table. “I’m just trying to help,” you defended, walking up to take his coat off for him. “At least let me take your coat-” That’s when he snapped. Something he’s never done to you before. “Y/n, I fuckin’ got it! Geez, you’re so fucking clingy!” He aggressively shrugged your hands off his shoulder. It scared you a bit, to see him so angry at you. You were confused, all you wanted to do was make him feel better. Were you really that clingy?

“I-I’m sorry.” your voice came out shaky and defeated. Hearing how small your voice sounded in response to him lashing out made Satoru’s heart shatter into thousands of pieces. He wanted to turn around and apologize, but the words weren’t coming out. By the time he turned to face you, Your back was already facing him, preparing dinner for the both of you as tears rolled down your face.

Suguru Geto

It was 2 weeks after Suguru deflected. 2 weeks since he committed mass murder in that village. 2 weeks since he left Satoru, Shoko, and the others. It was weighing on him and you could tell. Nothing but him, his two adopted girls, a few people who believed in his cause, and you.

You promised him you would go wherever he would go, and he was so grateful for it. He loves you deeply and would do anything for you. But some days just threw everything on him at one time, today was one of those days. Monkeys non-sorcerers begging him to exercise curses left and right, Nanako and Mimiko begging him to take them shopping, missing payments from those begging for his service. It was all too much. And the guilt was eating away at him.

He genuinely wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying and it annoyed him how much talking you were doing in his ear at that moment. You were both sitting outside watching the two girls play in the yard. “Y/n,” He interrupted you. “Don’t you have something better to do than to just bother me?” He sighed sounding so condescending. “What do you mean?”

“Must you always cling to me? Isn’t there something else you can do besides following me everywhere I go, at all times of the day?!” His voice raised a bit as if he was talking to a non-sorcerer. “I didn’t realize I was. I was only trying to tell you about what me and the girls did today,” You defended. “You’re always so busy, I rarely get to see you anymore.”

“Yeah, because you’re always underneath me. Sometimes-” He stopped mid-sentence because of the saddened look on your face. His eyes softened a bit. “Sometimes I just need my space.” He sighed. You only nodded and started to walk back inside. “Ok, I understand.” Your voice cracked. Leaving Suguru alone to think about what he had just said to you. As if he didn’t feel guilt then, he definitely feels guilt now.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji was a bit frustrated today. He was cheated out of his money after doing a side job, the bet he placed on the race he kept constantly telling you about fell through, leaving him with zero, and to top it all off, the child support payment was coming up. You being an empath and knowing your boyfriend so well, you wanted to help him any way you could.

He was sitting in the chair by the island in the kitchen with his fingers combing through his hair. He was on the phone with multiple people at once, trying to solve his money issues. “Shiu, you guaranteed me way more money than this! How am I supposed to cover this months child support with this amount?!” You walked up to where he was, wondering what all the commotion was about. “Baby?” You softly called out. You could hear Shiu on the other line trying to calm him down and explain the situation.

“That sounds like a bunch of bull and you know it Shiu, you better have my money by next week thursday or else I’m taking it myself.” He grumbled and hung up the phone. “Baby,” You gently placed a hand on his broad shoulder.

“What, Y/n.” He sternly said. You merely blinked a few times. “I was just checking to see if you were okay. What’s with the attitude?”

“I’m fuckin’ frustrated okay? Please leave. You aren’t helping right now.” He waved you off.

“I barely did anything, I just wanted to know if you needed help with anything-”

“Jesus, I said enough! I don’t need your help. Fuck, you’re so clingy.” His voice booming caused you to remove your hand from his shoulder in fear. Seeing your reaction caused him to think about what he said and how he said it. The last think he wanted to do was scare you. He wanted you to feel safe around him. But with the way you jumped at how he raised his voice, it saddened him a bit.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” He was cut off by the sound of his child wailing in the background. “I’ll take care of it.” You said in the smallest voice, not even leaving him time to protest against it and apologize.

“Fuck.”

Part 2

[hauntingblue]

Ace saying he never killed someone... well now indirectly....