#obviously its not its fault

[chloesimaginationthings]

Y’all remember the foxy is nice FNAF theory

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[pikbin]

i think he deserves to go apeshit if he wants ok?

[flightlesstrash]

[unforth]

There's another post getting popular on this hellsite that boils down to, "in my anecdotal experience every child is perfectly reasonable as long as you just treat them as a tiny adult" and I'm ready to scream.

Actually mental illnesses are still mental illnesses! No matter how you treat the mentally ill person sometimes they will still show symptoms of being mentally ill because they are mentally ill! Yes even children!

I swear the minute it's about parents or children all the ~uwu take care of yourself~ acceptance crowd on Tumblr instantly reverts back to ableism and cultural Christianity - because obviously children are perfect and pure beings who are only misbehaving because the adults around them, especially their parents, aren't ~doing it right~ aren't ~trying hard enough~ actually mental illness just comes from parent fuck-ups ~obviously~. So any parent that isn't perfect 24/7 is bad and any kid is perfect until an adult messes them up. And yall haven't even unpacked your attitudes enough to realize that's the logical conclusion of these "well I work with kids and I just listen to them and everything goes perfect" posts and never fuckin reblog my angry posts where I try to point it out and I am absolutely fucking exhausted yall are exhausting. Sometimes, for parents with mental illnesses, the mental illness mental illnesses! Sometimes, for kids with mental illnesses, the mental illness mental illnesses! If your premise is "the only problem with kids is how the adults around them treat them" you are completely disconnected from reality.

It's ableist.

It's ableist.

I.t. i.s. a.b.l.e.i.s.t.

I am *begging* yall to think for five minutes before you make yet another "well I saw a kid in the grocery store crying and I asked them what was wrong and they were fine after we talked so clearly this is the secret to parenting" post viral on the 2% of people have children website. Just accept you don't know jackshit about parenting, shut the fuck up, and stop spreading ableist garbage!

[horsemotifs]

lochy being like "i dont wanna give in to my dark shit/i dont wanna make it worse for anyone" + him noticing how saxon acted that morning and then remembering. like the amount of how much and how Quickly lochlan blames himself and thinks he mustve been the only one to want it is so. Sad

[macchiatosdumptruck]

People will see two characters who are entirely devoted to each other and whose lives are intertwined in cosmic ways, and be like "what if they were just buddies? 😊" But then one second later go ape shit about a more popular ship with less than half the chemistry, but a dynamic that is considered more appropriate for the surface level, overused, interchangeable fandom tropes that have replaced any sort of genuine character interpretation

[pilmyeol]

still thinking about sung hyunjae kneeling down to break han yoojins tracker anklet and yoojin going dude you couldve done that fine from up there yknow.

[jennrypan]

"Dont just blame Marinette, shes not the only one who knows!"

..yeah but shes the only one out of Natalie and Felix that hates lying and even had a huge fit about a character lying..it was an entire thing 😶 and out of those two (aka ex villains) You'd expect the "everyday Ladybug" to tell her boyfriend something VITAL about himself and also..maybe not let Gabriel, the literal terrorist be remembered as a hero..when you were so happy to send Chloe..a 14 yr old away to live with her abusive mom sooo..yeah.

And sure Kagami takes blame too obvi but she has no personality anymore besides Felixs girlfriend that fixed him. Felix and Natalie are this shows version of morally gray, and theyve ALWAYS been fine with lying to Adrien under the guise of 'keeping him safe' just like Gabriel but Marinette shouldn't have taken that route.

Like..maybe she'll spill eventually but given the track record of her screwing up and then being upset about it so ADRIEN has to comfort her..I have..little hope and genuinely I hope Adrien finds out cuz it'll be AMAZING and maybe they could take a lot of time away from each other 😶 cuz Marinettes choice was dead wrong no if ands or buts about it, and I NEEED Adrien to be angry, I need them to argue over it and I need him to be Chat separately and her to sit with the fact..shes no better than Gabriel atp when it comes to Adriem. (Cuz I eat drama UPPP)

[monsters-demons-and-heralds-ohmy]

Jayce: "You used me, me and Viktor for Hextech, for power."

Mel: "I'm going to be real with you here. I get that you are mad about your boy turning into a Maniacal Mecha Wizard. But I literally taught you how playing politics works why are you shocked I did my job?"

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Me and the bros

[8-rae-rae-8]

V only knows something is wrong when this need, this fear, starts to simmer in his chest. It's not his own. That, he can tell. It comes distantly, from a place he can't discern. It's right there, clawing at him, and yet, the source doesn't digitize at his side.

The terror bubbling in his chest feels wrong. Everything about it screams wrong. He can't stop that sensation if he can't find Johnny.

Somewhere in his head, tucked behind wall after wall, guarded with his own fear, Johnny's trying to hide this.

Their minds are becoming one and Johnny still thinks he can hide when V feels just about the same things he does. It hurts, slowly being forced out of his head, but somehow, it hurts worse to not be accepted into Johnny's.

There's only so many times V can call his name when Johnny only appeared as he chose to. The one time V needed to talk to him, needed to soothe the ache in their chest, he doesn't want to show his face.

How bad is it this time?

V doesn't like to play that guessing game. The rules are unfair and he's yet to understand the ways Johnny's mind works. He doesn't let you in unless he's decided you're safe, and even then, he'll run again. Whenever he pleases, just to protect himself. He'll spit vile words and break things just to make a point.

But the apartment is just as V left it and there's nothing different. Or, well...

There's this soft blue stuffed animal tucked into the corner of the bed. One V didn't buy and one he never even glanced at. Has it been here long? He pretty much just got back from a gig, all he planned to do was shower, and then he felt all of that fear start eating at him. It isn't even his own.

The moment his eyes land on it, the burning in his chest gets ten times worse. Is this the problem? He had stepped inside and the hurt started almost immediately... Is this the cause for concern?

He doesn't want to ask, or call out again, but giving Johnny his own space has only ever proved to make things worse.

So, quietly, he calls his name.

"Johnny?"

It's without any anger, softer than a moment ago when concern was growing more violent in his head.

Slowly, he steps forward, not minding the tracks his dusty boots leave on the floor. Later, he'll clean it up like the rest of the apartment needs.

The bed squeaks as he sits on the edge, a hand reaching for the soft fabric of the plushie tucked into their bed. It was their bed now, wasn't it? Months of it being the two of them, sometimes Johnny would appear nestled into the blankets too. Though V isn't always sure he slept. The tossing and turning never meant anything good anyway.

"C'mon, Johnny..." V sighs as his thumbs brush over the fluff. He leans forward, elbows on his knees.

Is this little thing causing this much damage? Is he seeing something, holding something, he wasn't supposed to know about? Did Johnny find this on some excursion when V had last handed him the body?

Since V was a kid, he never cared too much for stuffed animals. Or maybe it was that he didn't like them. The ones that were popular when he was young all had this odd fabric, catching on the dry parts of his hands no matter how moisturized his skin was.

This is nothing like this. It had to have coat a lot, especially these days. He can brush through the fluff, rather than the fuzziness catching on his fingertips.

Though, elsewhere, fuzziness feels like it isn't far. Along with the fear, the terror in his chest, a fuzzy, hazy feeling sits far away in his mind. It comes closer, he feels it getting close.

He feels Johnny getting close.

That's what it is, of course it is.

Subtly, V smiles down at the stuffed animal.

"It's a stuffed animal, Johnny, come on now..." V speaks aloud, voice rumbling in his chest with the burn of fear. He breathes, though that can't soothe it if it isn't his own fear he's trying to fix.

He doesn't glance away from the little thing, even as he feels Johnny's presence creep closer in his head. Close enough that V would usually worry if he'd fight for control, but this.. it doesn't seem like that's his goal now.

"Y'know, you could've told me. Save me the worry of you freakin' the fuck out." He lets out a halfhearted chuckle.

The fear bubbling in his chest soothes to a simmer again, even if it still feels tight in his chest.

"I know..." V murmurs, "I know you're scared, Johnny. 's just you 'n' me here, hm? Ain't anyone comin' in." He promised, eyes only glancing up to the door to make sure it's locked, then he's back focusing on the plush.

He breathes, and suddenly it feels a lot less heavy.

Is it working? Is he helping?

"Do you wanna sit with me? Can tell me about this guy here if you want." V hums, a hand brushing over the stuffed animal's ear.

The sound of glitching shouldn't fill him with hope the way it does now.

At his side, tucked further back in the bed cubby, Johnny sits and stares at him through dark sunglasses. His bulletproof vest protecting him, shoulders raised much too high to be comfortable.

"See? You and me, and.. who's this?" V acts without thinking, turning and placing the stuffed animal right in Johnny's lap. Somewhere buried in his own head he feels like he has to talk to Johnny like he's a kid. He's sitting like a scared kid after all.

For a moment, it's quiet. V bites at his lip as he waits. Did he just ruin what he thought was helping?

"It's.. just a dog..." Johnny scoffs as if it isn't important at all to him. His hands hold the stuffed animal in his arms.

Sometimes, V wonders if Johnny knows the full strength of that metal arm. It digs so much deeper into the fluff, clutching it, despite the other hand being mostly relaxed.

"Then does the dog have a name?" V crossed one leg over the other, leaned back against the framing around the bed. He's slow as he moves, gentle as he talks.

In a split second, V sees Johnny's eyes peer over his sunglasses at him. He sees a fine line of tears over his waterline. In the same second, it's gone and Johnny's trying to straighten himself out.

"No." Silverhand mutters, though it sounds almost ashamed. V can't place the unsteady tone.

"That's okay." V comforts, hands settled in his lap as he watches Johnny. Is it this again? The fuzziness, the fear, the needing... He'll sit with Johnny as long as he needs, even if his mind is wandering.

Johnny needs him. Not because he needs the body, but because he just needs someone in his corner for once. It doesn't matter that he's killing V slowly, V wants to be there. Of course he does.

To say V's not familiar with this would be a lie. Sometimes when you look close enough, the signs were there all along.

Johnny's silence, the fear so strong it passes to V, the fidgeting, the quiet voice, refusal to look V in the eye. He's acting like a scared kid. He has so many times before and V rarely picked up on it. He just fixed it like his mind screamed to.

But now they're here, they're not running. It's quiet. A moment for just the two of them. V had the time to sit and put together the pieces.

He's small.

V can recall a few details during the gig, and one where Johnny suddenly peaced out. There were files, old files and a bunch of pictures of things V doesn't want to name. When he turned back around, Johnny was gone. His presence was gone and V was alone.

It should've stood out to him. After seeing hints of so many things in Johnny's nightmares, he should've known that little kid still ached for attention—for care and love.

V was the closest, and first, person to offer that unconditionally. Johnny clung onto him, of course he did. No one else ever wanted to help like that. They left, he ran. V wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

"It's late, Johnny," V begins, "how about takeout and one of your old shows, yeah?" He glances around, pulling up a menu in his optics, leaving enough room to see Johnny. Just in case.

Johnny grumbles very quietly from the corner he tucked himself into. He rubs his eyes, sunglasses set to the side for those brown eyes to blink up at V for a moment.

"I'll get your favorite, and a treat." V raises his brows, negotiating.

That seems good enough, satisfied with a little 'yeah' from Johnny.

The apartment remains quiet as the two settle into bed with a container of Johnny's favorite takeout and a small projector with a very old show auto playing each episode.

That little stuffed animal stays in Johnny's lap, V never questions it. He doesn't have to ask to know so many things anymore. Johnny needs it, plain and simple. He doesn't want this any more than V does.

Regardless of wanting to, V will always be there. They'll find a way out of this, someone will have what they need and they'll get enough eddies to pay however much they demand.

As long as V gets to pull Johnny into his arms for real, it doesn't matter how they get to that point.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

doodle i made when talking about lobcorp to people. i dont think they see me the same anymore after playing lobcorp and rambling about it

[suguruuuuu-chan]

Do you ever think about the fact that the ONE time Sanji let himself be comfortable and enjoy dresses and makeup with cigarettes, Ace died and Luffy almost died all alone and so far away. Will Sanji ever forgive himself for daring to relax and explore himself a bit while catastrophic things were happening? (Jk he'll never do so again, just in case)

[spinnysocks]

kiburi should be happy that the assassination plan didn't work because he'd be SOOO dead. it would make for an interesting au if he succeeded though. maybe everyone would go back to thinking ALL crocodiles are bad. maybe the pridelands would fall into disarray without their king, betrayed by a pridelander

[half-clothed-sister]

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i keep watching these videos of girls getting groped on like busses and trains and bathrooms. obviously staged films but they got me feeling a certain kinda way. cuz i want to be that girl. ive always wanted to be that girl. be in her place. many hands touching all my sensitive areas. doesnt matter if i want it because i need it and im so attractive that asking permission is the last thing on everyone's mind. they just need to get more of me. while im stuck or restrained making my pathetic whimpering noises. i want to feel so desired. so wanted. i want to feel like my body is that irresistable. i dont want to have to ask. to beg to be touched. i want to be felt up wherever i go. for everyone to be unable to keep their hands off me. and if it progresses further well its only natural. im so sexy its my fault anyways for being too magnetic and erotic. fuuck. im cooked. i need to be raped on public transportation to fix my emotional state. is that too much to ask? probably