#so brain shortcircuits sometimes and that’s okay

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

i love phannies because we’re all so fucking funny on social media like i scroll through the tags thinking “what a bunch of comedic geniuses we’ve got here” but i know for a fact that at the end of the day we’re anxious little pissbabies whose minds go blank the second someone irl asks us to come up with something funny/tell a joke on the spot and honestly? slay of us

[skaruresonic]

Yes, because when he told Blaze not to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders in Rush, he was speaking from firsthand experience of guarding the Chaos Emeralds under the threat of apocalypse. He didn't step out of his own shoes for two seconds and think to himself, "But it seems like she's had a rough past" …wait

IDW!Sonic would be more like

"He's just like me fr fr" strikes again. Once more we have Games!Sonic heavily implied to be unrealistic, as if A.) he has no emotions, and B.) the only way he can empathize with others is by making things really about himself.

"Nobody can be endlessly positive" - okay, but Games!Sonic... isn't.

He has doubts. He gets tired. He makes mistakes. He feels sadness and guilt. He has a temper, gets frustrated, gets irritated (sometimes with his friends, even!). He's not some perfect smiling Pollyanna who's never suffered a single doubt in his life just because he prefers not to dwell on the negative. It's just that his will is so strong that he knows setbacks are temporary and he keeps pushing on regardless.

However, he's also not the type to wear his every emotion on his sleeve a la Amy and Eggman, and expecting him to is putting an unfair onus on him to be something he's not. Somehow his positivity, which is supposed to be inspirational and not strictly relatable, translates into "he has no Realistic Emotions(tm)." And it irks me to no end because once again, you are denying merit and dimension to Games!Sonic's character.

Not to mention, where would he have gotten this experience? The metal virus? Sonic pretty much had to run himself ragged just for a chance of survival. He didn't have a choice. It's not like he forfeited sleep because he wanted to.

All those times he should have taken responsibility… He didn't. Sonic can't assume too much responsibility if he shirks the ones he already has.

Also, listen. As someone who is currently experiencing vertigo and burnout at a degree that makes it difficult to be functional (can't really do much if the only state you can tolerate is lying down): if Sonic gave me this advice, in those words, I would be discouraged. He's emphasizing how ~useless~ the burned-out person would be to others instead of emphasizing that health is in and of itself important.

Jewel is already hard on herself---why add to her guilt by saying "relax or else you won't be able to serve others?" I mean, I already feel guilty that my brain and body basically shortcircuited from stress. thanks, Sonic

Furthermore, how come he didn't whip out this pep talk for Amy when she was overworking herself?

Oh, yeah, right. In issue 12, the Chaotix swung by demanding pay and he pretty much left her high and dry with a snarky look on his face.

I'm not just being A Hater(tm) like usual, either; the book makes frequent mention of how exhausted, busy, and stressed Amy is. The following examples all come from different arcs.

[bigusbossus]

i think kaz doesnt think that much about him and bb's age gap until sometimes it randomly hits him and he gets so hard he almost throws up

He starts clutching his tummy and holding the wall, his face is like so red and his dick is painfully hard. He'd be like smiling and twirling his hair, sweating like he's been running a marathon. Bibo looks at him asking if he's okay, touching his head and shit to feel if hes got a fever because he looks sick and it just makes Kaz feel even sicker he might pass out right there and then. Kaz's brain shortcircuits when he thinks about it, he feels like he is BB's hot young trophy wife even though He really isnt that old they only got like a 11 year age gap but still if they were alive in the modern day BB would ask Kaz how to take screenshots and change the volume on his phone 😭 BB would also send Kaz unfunny memes

theyre lowkey like this meme

[a-s-h-t-o-n]

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( https://youtu.be/9FaCO7pNx08 )

What happens when your boyfriend Eddie munson slowly falls in love with Chrissy Cunningham? and you slowly fall in love with the one who was there to help you?

OR

How it feels to watch the love of your life, start to love someone else before realizing your worth and finding it with the one who knew it all along?

// TW: cussing, angst, some fluff, eddie being a dick, first pov/flashacks in first pov, shitty grammar, i think that's it? tell me if i missed anything in the TW section. There’s also no vecna or no powers or no world ending stuff, it’s literally just like a normal world//

// Italics are flashbacks, and bold are your thoughts //

// ALSO IM SORRY IF I ACCIDENTALLY USE she/her INSTEAD OF you/yours IM AN IDIOT AND MY BRAIN SHORTCIRCUITS SOMETIMES //

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It started when Chrissy bought some drugs from him, they had realized maybe they weren't so different, maybe they could get along. So they started hanging out more, sometimes in public, making rumors start that maybe Eddie 'the freak' munson had a thing for chrissy. Now, of course, no one knew you and eddie were a thing, it was a secret because he didn't want to 'Ruin ur reputation' So, of course it hurt when he hung out with the prettiest girl in your school in public, but he didn't with you, his girlfriend.

Then it continued when he started bailing on your guys' movie nights...

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He was 30 minutes late. He hadn't bailed on you though right? maybe he just caught up in something else.... You jumped slightly as you heard your phone ring, picking it up as you swirled the cord in your hands

"baby, i'm so sorry i completely forgot about our movie night. I can't make it tonight. I'll make it up to you, I promise" he said quickly. You frowned, leaning down on the counter "It's okay, i'll see you tomorrow yeah?". You heard him hum on the other end, adding a quick "yeahhh" "i love you" you said, a small smile on your face, before the smile dropped as you heard giggles on his end of the phone, you culd tell those giggles from anywhere. Chrissy. "yeah, love you" he said before he hung up, not letting you say anything else...

you sighed as you put the phone back down, turning off your tv as you put all the snacks and drink away. it's alright, you though to yourself, he said he would make it up, and he would..

right?

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then, it kept continuing with him cancelling on date nights, becoming more distant, and seeing him with Chrissy a lot more...

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You sighed as you held the phone against your ear, waiting for Eddie to answer. you sat there for a few more seconds before you heard a voice on the other side. "hello?" he asked, "hey eds" you said, "oh, hey Y/n" Y/n? what happened to Baby, or Sweetheart, or princess or- you just shrugged it off. "i was um, i was wondering if we were still on for todays date?" you mumbled softly. "I...I can't" he said, a bit quietly "i have things to do today. maybe tomorrow yeah?" you just gulped, maybe you were overreacting, but you wanted to cry. you wanted to scream and shout and throw things, tell him how you felt, how you felt neglected, ignored, and felt thrown to the side by him these last two months. but you didn't. you took a deep breath in, calmed down, and put on your best 'im okay' voice as you softly said, "yeah alright, that sounds great. see ya later!" you said before you hung up, not letting him say anything else. you decided you were gonna go out, you were gonna get ready and you were gonna go to some shops.

about half an hour later, you were ready. you wanted to feel pretty, wanted to feel nice and have a good time. maybe you over did your outfit but you liked it, really liked it.

you grabbed your bag that had some money, a lipgloss, your phone, and a pad just incase because you never know. you told your parents you were going out to walk around shops before you left, deciding to walk there.

you soon got there and decided to go to the mall, walking around, walking inside a few shops every now and then. You bought a few things, and some candies from a candy shop. You smiled looking around, before your eyes settled on a couple, your heart dropping and your smile fading.

it was Eddie and Chrissy.

You rushed away, trying to not let them see you but of course eddie being the tall giant he is he ended up noticing and he ran after you, calling your name, but you ignored him, running faster as you ran to the ladies room. luckily no one was in there when you ran to the bathroom stall inside, locking the door before you sobbed into your sweater. he didnt have time for me but he had time for her? what the fuck???. you stayed in there for a good ten minutes, before you walked out looking at the mirror in the bathroom as you cleaned your face, fixing your hair.

you walked out of the bathroom after making sure none of them were seen. you never walked out of a place so quickly. you started walking away from the mall, kicking rocks from the ground as you slouched, eating some of the chocolate you had bought. Not feeling your best right now, your mind was elsewhere, so of course you were startled when you heard a car honk it's horn behind you, making you jump and clutch your chest to try and calm your racing heartbeat.

oh. it was steve.

you walked towards the car as he motioned for you to get in. you got in and looked over at him, swatting his chest "you asshole! you scared the shit out of me" you said before you put her seatbelt on. "not my fault your head was up your ass. what's got you so gloomy today?" he asked as he could tell you were upset- no, he could tell you were sad. "i think he's cheating on me" you mumbled softly, looking over at him. his eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed, "oh Y/n, i'm so sorry. what happened??" he asked as he started driving again, looking between you and the road every now and then as you talked. "chrissy bought drugs from him about two months ago, and he's been bailing on our movie nights and dates since..it's like he has time for her but not for me. i had asked him earlier if we were still on for our date, but he said he was busy, and i saw him at the mall right now, with chrissy" you said sadly, sniffling again as you wiped your tears on your sleeve. he stayed quiet as he noticed you were not done talking. "i thought nothing of it at first, i thought maybe he just wanted to be friends with her, and that's fine, i don't care, but two months have passed and hes been distancing himself from me...He hides our relationship because he doesn't wanna 'ruin my reputation', but he goes out with the schools hottest girl?" you said, a small sob coming out as you finished talking. "i'm sorry, you're probably annoyed of my ranting right no-" "no, no im not. you have the full right to be upset. he's being a dick Y/n. you have to talk to him, tell him how you feel, even if it ends up hurting you in the end. i'll be here, if you ever need to talk or just want to come over" he said after he had parked the car on the side of the road quickly, putting one hand on her shoulder and the other on her head as he made her look at him

"and hey, if it helps, in my opinion i think you're the schools hottest girl" he said, laughing softly as you smiled, mumbling a "dork"

" and....i'm here, y'n. i'm right here. just remember that"

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after the mall incident, Eddie kept trying to call you, wanting to talk, but you didn’t want to talk to him right now - you needed some well deserved space. Steve and you became close again, basically hanging out every day since the incident.

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You and Steve were currently hanging out at his house, watching movies with loads of junk food and blankets - his way of comforting your broken heart. there were other ways he wanted to fix it, he wanted to tell you how he was in love with you, how hes loved you since you both met in preschool. since that day in 2nd grade when you guys were dating and he gave you a paper ring saying he was gonna marry you one day, how hes loved you since you broke up with him in 4th grade, saying "i dont need a man". how you spent your entire summers at his house every single time every year, up until high school. that's when you had met eddie, and you and steve had stopped hanging out so often. So, in a way, he knew how you felt.

"hey steve?" you asked, snapping him out of his daydream. "yeah?" he asked, looking into your eyes - which were already looking at him. "i think im gonna confront eddie soon. maybe just show up to his house randomly" you mumbled, stuffing your face with some chips. "oh, well, how are you gonna do it? what are you gonna say?" he asked, lowering the volume on a shitty romcom that was playing in the background. "well i wanna show up to his house randomly to see if i can catch him and chrissy together. i dont know, maybe just yell and tell him how i feel. maybe throw a few things" you shrugged, making him laugh softly. "if that's what you wanna do i can't stop you, but can i atleast come so i can drive you there and back home? i dont need you walking all the way over there and back home" he asked, making you smile softly as you nodded "sure” you said, giving him a small smile before throwing a pillow at him. He grabbed his chest, acting like he was hurt as he gasped “how dare you” he said before throwing another pillow at you, making you guys have a pillow fight for a good 10 minutes, before you both fall on the ground laying down, next to eachother as you guys caught your breath from laughing so much, smiling as you both faced each other. He couldn’t lie, even with your tear stained cheeks, In a hoodie and your puffy red eyes….you still looked your best, still looked amazing as ever.

"Hey Y/n?" he asked softly, "yeah?" you mumbled back softly. "can i tell you something?" he asked, to which you nodded

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Today was the day. you were going to confront eddie today.

it had been a few days since the talk with steve where you told him you were gonna confront eddie.

it's also been two days since you guys both confessed you still had feelings for eachother-...

you were shook out of your thoughts as you heard a loud knock downstairs, hearing some talking before your mom called you down. You grabbed your bag, along with a shoebox and a jacket. you walked downstairs, smiling as you looked at your mom, then over at Steve who was leaning against the doorway. "hey, you ready?" he asked before you nodded. "bye mom, love you" you said as you hugged her, kissing her cheek before you walked out with Steve after they said their bye's. he opened the passenger door for you, before closing it after he made sure you were inside. he walked around, getting in as you put your seatbelt on. "you ready?" he asked, as he closed his door. "nope" you mumbed, giving him a small smile before you motioned for him to drive off.

you guys arrived to eddie's trailer about 10 min later. You gulped as steve parked in front of the trailer, looking over at you, "hey, everythings gonna be alright, don't worry. and remember, im out here if you ever need someone to beat the hell out of munson" he said smiling, saying the last part to make you laugh softly - which it did, and he felt his heart beat faster and squeeze slightly at the sound of your laughter. "thanks Steve, i'll remember it" you said as you got out with the shoebox and the jacket in your hand before walking up the stairs of the trailer. You gulped softly, taking in a deep breath before you knocked on the door.

you heard eddie open the door to the trailer, and you looked up at his face -- not his eyes, his face, and you could see his expression was...well...you couldn't really tell...was it Dissapointment? Anger?

..disgust?

"sorry did you think it was someone else?" you asked softly, not wanting to be angry yet. "um- yea. come in" he said, moving to the side and he ran a hand through his hair. You looked behind you, giving Steve a small smile before walking inside before eddie closes the door behind you.

"I just uh, i wanted to talk" you said as you set your stuff down on the counter, playing with your rings nervously as you looked up at him. He gulped as he looked at you, already having a feeling that he knew what this was about, "oh um yeah, alright sure" he said, leaning against the counter, in front of you. "uh..well i uh- " you mumbled softly stuttering as you kept fidgeting with your rings. "i think we uh...I think we should break up" you blurted out, making him look confused. "what? why-" he asked before you cut him off, "why?" you asked, laughing - but it was full of anger. "Maybe because we havent had a full conversation these last four months? or maybe its because you're leading me on when i can tell you're not in love with me anymore" "no but i am-" "no you arent!" you said, raising your voice., making him quiet down "when was the last time we went on a fucking date?!" you said, your eyes filling with tears as he struggled to find an answer, making you scoff. "exactly." you said taking off the jacket you had on...the jacket he had made for you. "im done with this, Eddie. i cant do this. im not gonna be someone you can come to only when you need me"you said putting the jacket next to him. "i deserve more than that" you said, grabbing the shoebox that was next to you, before opening it. it was full of pictures from your guys' dates and nights together, along with a few things he had given you. "i deserve more than you" you said, placing the shoebox next to him. you took the promise ring off of your ring finger, putting it in his hand "I think you should give this to her" you said, not making eye contact. he hadnt spoken a word since you had raised your voice at him. "dont hide her from people eddie. show her off, show her shes loved. dont keep her hidden in the dark" you whispered softly before you walked away towards the door. "y/n, no, please wait we can figure this out-" "i have waited, Eddie. ive waited four months. four fucking months that ive been pushed to the side, ignored, and neglected. you've hidden me for three years, and to hell if im gonna keep doing that. but i cant anymore eddie, I deserve someone who will love me so goddamn much that they'll show they're not afraid to love me" was all you mumbled, before you closed the door behind you, leaving him in the trailer.

you walked towards Steve who was leaning against the side of his car, and it was as he read your mind that you both immediately hugged each other, as you sobbed into his chest softly. but what both of you didn't realize was that Eddie was watching you both from his window, feeling his heart squeeze sadly as he watched Steve comfort you. That should've been him. but here he was, watching someone else comfort his now Ex-girlfriend, whom he lost because he was an idiot. He regrets treating you the way he did, he regrets treating you like a crime.

but if you were crime, you were his favorite crime.

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IM SORRY THIS IS PROBABLY SO SHITTY BUT I WORKED ON THIS FOR ABOUT A WEEK, I TRIED MY BEST :( PLS TELL ME IF I MESSED ANYTHING AND FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME ANY AND EVERY THOUGHT OF URS PLS

[furiousgoldfish]

Personal post about trauma under the cut, extremely upsetting content, do not read if you had narcissistic parents and don't wanna get triggered, I am very sad and mad and it's hard to talk about this. TW child labor, child torture, brainwashing, death threats, narcissistic abuse.

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I was a hardworking child, I was happy and excited to work, I wanted to be a part of everything that's being done. I noticed work warranted for people to get respect, food, praise, acceptance, and I wanted to work hard so I too would be a part of that. My family lived in a rural area, they kept animals, grew fields of crops, were always in some sort of construction work, so me always being eager to work was pretty much ideal for them, or you'd think that it was. You'd think that.

I was working eagerly and I realized, that unlike for adults, I don't get respect, praise, acceptance, or sometimes even food. It was for some reason denied to me only. And I was still happy to work because I chased that feeling of personal accomplishment, even if there was no rewards. And again, you'd think this is perfectly convenient and ideal to parents who wanted free labour and to give no recognition or praise in return. You'd think that.

But it wasn't enough for them. Father got this idea to take me out to work with him alone, away from home. I remember the place we went to, only as a place I need burned down to the ground before I could breathe again. It was a demolition-construction of a house, and I don't remember how many time I've been there. All I know is, after first few times, I no longer wanted to go. I begged not to go.

I am guessing my father could not bear the looks of me working happily, or even working silently. Me doing everything I was told was not fun enough for him– so he would give me false instructions. As an easy setup for punishment. I did exactly what I was told, and would get screamed at and beaten up. Then forced to keep working in tears, shaking, terrified, injured, while being further berated. And that was only the start.

Even as a child, I was diligent and responsible about doing work, and I know I was getting things done just fine, because, I was doing the sibling's share of chores too. If siblings were called to work, they would simply mess up on purpose so I would be told to repeat it after them, correctly. Sometimes siblings would have me do it and take the credit, which I didn't mind because working made me feel better about myself. It made me feel useful. My mind was already dissociated from my body to the point where I no longer felt exhaustion, pain, strain, or any physical effect work was having on me. I would get berated and shamed if I showed signs of being tired or strained. So my body disregarded it all.

And yeah, that wasn't enough either. I was still sometimes feeling okay. If I was allowed to work alone, and let my mind wonder, if nobody commented on it I knew it was okay.

So this is where they decided to take a step further and disallow me to feel okay at any point. I was humiliated while working to the point of tears. I'd be ridiculed in front of guests. I could no longer enjoy my own thoughts, but constant criticism, insults, accusations and humiliation was raining down on me at every step. And when I was done, with tremendous effort it took to endure this, I would be told 'It would have been better if you had done nothing.' So my insane effort to endure abuse to get things done, was rendered worthless in a second.

Father kept taking me away to work alone with him, and forced me to listen to his monologues, which I hated, because he was boring, wrong and self-obsessed, but I wasn't allowed to say that, or argue. My silent compliance was never enough. He had to hit me. He had to find something to berate me over. He kept inventing reasons. I would clean his entire garage and he'd move a steel closet I couldn't possibly move and berate me for not cleaning under it.

I had a log thrown into my head, causing a head injury, and I had to keep working. I fell and fractured my shoulder so badly I could barely walk; I was brought to a forest to drag logs around, too heavy for me to lift. I was sometimes orchestrated to get injured; father would start a trailer I was standing on the edge of, and forced me to fall by quickly moving forward just enough. I was still expected to work after that. He hit me with a blunt edge of an axe and berated me for standing there. I was told to 'not expect a lift to the hospital'. I was brought to work while starved, grieving, suicidal. I was lied to about where I was going and what would I be doing, and for how long. I was never allowed to stop working.

And the game of giving me wrong instructions and punishing me for doing it 'wrong' never stopped. I caught on and begged for correct instructions. I would ask to explain, how to do it, to show me, anything. 'HOW OLD are you not to know this? I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO TELL YOU! YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS BY NOW!' And by his rage, I could tell that if I don't do it any way I knew how, I'd be punished instantly. I had no choice but to try – and of course fail, and feel horribly ashamed for 'deserving to get beat up'. Eventually my brain started shortcircuiting at the simplest tasks, I would mess up because I was in terror. I couldn't think.

At this point, I no longer wished to work for people who would inflict violence on me. And that is when I was quckly informed that if I didn't work, I would be killed. Not in those words. It was 'You have to work if you want to live!' followed by 'We can kick you out and you will starve on the street. Nobody will take you in. There is no place for you. Nobody wants someone like you. You don't deserve to eat if you don't work.' My choices were taken away. If I still refused, the result would be to beat me and force me to work injured, shaking and crying.

All this, for what? I would have been HAPPY to work. I would have been chasing my little daydreams and singing the pokemon tune, and if I was ever praised, I'd be the happiest kid on the block. I was a kid who liked to work. I wanted minimal fairness, minimal acknowledgment. To be a part of the family. Only that.

It just wouldn't do for the narcssistic father. Watching a child be broken, terrified and shaking, crying, ashamed, guilty, working past exhaustion, in injuries, was just too tempting for him to pass up. Even free labor wasn't worth to him as much as the pleasure of child torture. He needed that like it was a drug. What kind of a sick high did he experience, breaking a defenseless kid? What kind of pleasure did it entail, getting someone rid of their natural happiness to work? Was it fun, tearing me into pieces, over and over again? Does he remember it as a delicious, satisfying pleasure? Does he daydream about it? He knew it was wrong; he forced me to stop crying and hide the tears before we went home. 'Don't say anything to your mother.' I was told before being stuffed back in his car.

And now... I can't work. I can't even move sometimes. It was torn away from me. My ability to work was ripped away from my child body when I had no way to defend it or to grab it back and protect what is mine. I can't work anymore. It's terrifying. It terrifies me to not work. Because I was made aware working is the only thing keeping me alive, and capitalism confirms this, so I remain to forever fight with myself about how even if everyone says otherwise, I still deserve to live. Heartbroken, abandoned, with my basic human abilities stripped from me. It doesn't make me deserving to die.

I am so angry and sad. If I had my natural ability to work back, I'd be fine. I would be able to live safely. I wouldn't spiral into feeling like an unworthy member of society. I learned to survive very insecurely like this, but I hate every second of it. To know that instead of this insane uncertainty, anxiety, guilt for being bedridden, guilt for existing and not moving, I could have just found a job, have normal income? I can't bear it. I can't bear knowing this was wrenched away from me, because it was pleasurable to do so, because tearing me into pieces was a fun hobby for people who didn't care if what they were doing to me killed me. And I couldn't have done anything to stop it. And I'm like this now. Unable to take any more torture, unable to endure any more of being triggered, wondering if I would die from lack of resources, or would my body fail permanently in attempts to process all the exhaustion and pain I was dissociated from for my entire childhood.

How was this worth it. How it could have been worth it to anyone, destroying someone's ability to work, only because it's pleasurable. I felt the plan was to work me until I no longer could do it, then kill me. It's what they did to animals. And I was told I was more worthless than an animal. I was called lazy and a monstrous name I can't even translate, that implied I was burdening everyone with my existence.

It was even a bigger punch to my face to realize, after I escaped, that he was profiting from everything I did. That it would have taken money – way more than was ever spent on my survival, to get all that labor done. He was profitting while telling me I was worthless and don't deserve to eat or sleep in his house. He is now renting the place I was broken to help build. I was torn apart and he is still benefiting from it. And I have nothing. Not even a functional body to work with anymore.

I know I'm not the only person who was constantly left alone with narcissists as a child and had this, or worse, done to them. They don't care which pieces of children are left over by the time they're done getting their high. We're only a thing to consume, not living beings, not people, not someone whose life matters. Our pain is food to them. My father readily became a predator who snached his own kid away for torture sessions, and felt proud and fulfilled to turn his own child into a creature who cannot work anymore to survive.

Don't leave children alone with narcissists. I am trying so hard to get better, but facing reality, is this a thing a person gets better from? It's not a bodily harm of once or twice, this was happening for the most majority of my lifetime. It makes sense I cannot move. It makes sense I'm terrified to be triggered into this. It makes sense I can barely bear the reality of it. A person tortured hundreds of times wont just get up and walk away. I can't either. I have to lie here and hope that one day it will get better.

If you read thru all this, and you relate to the parts of this story, know that I am so sorry for what you were put thru. It's devastating and horrenous. If this is how you grew up, it would have been better not to have a family. We all should have been protected from this.

[apple-but-sour]

hi this is op of that techno flaws ask, it was 100% a joke ask and a way to say i wholeheartedly think techno has no flaws, im so sorry

PHPHPH WELL GOOD FOR YOU I GUESS.

It's okay anon sometimes my brain just shortcircuits. I think I need another break from the fandom because after a while it all just starts blurring together for me

[nxrthmizu]

| jersey | Karasuno

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alternative title | The boys are flustered at seeing you in their old jerseys 

pairing | Karasuno x Reader (My fave Karasuno boys) 

warning | *slight* mention of NSFW, proceed at own risk :3 

author’s note | My first Haikyuu!! headcanon :3 I bought a Fukurodani no.5 sweater two weeks ago and it arrived today,,, It is huge and on second thought I should not have gotten XL but oh well,,, Just let me pretend it’s my non-existent boyfriend’s sweater :3

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Sawamura Daichi 

You were cleaning out the closet and going through a bunch of old boxes that neither you nor Daichi bothered to unpack after moving in together because you’re ✨married✨

Sometime in the middle you found the box where Daichi stuffed all the things from high school that he wanted to keep when moving out of his parents’ 

You cooed as you went over some photo albums and the other memoirs of his high school life until you finally got to the shirt that was resting quietly at the bottom of the box 

It was his jersey 

Of course you put it on immediately, who wouldn’t- 

It was larger than you’d expected, because Daichi already had a rather wide shoulder frame in high school 

The jersey drooped off your shoulders but it was comfortable so you kept it on and continued to clean 

Two more hours later, you heard the door open and you yelled that you were in the bedroom 

He was not prepared to see you dressed in his former jersey, like his jaw would just unhinge itself completely and he’d just stare for five whole seconds without moving 

He’s pretty sure he’s been blessed 

Would just pick you up and carry you in to the shower to do- Um- Stuff (You’re stuff)- The water bill is going to soar through the ceiling- 

Sugawara Koushi 

He was at work, completely unsuspecting 

The next thing he knows, his phone is vibrating and he opens his text messages to see you smiling at the camera, dressed in only his old jersey for as far as he can tell 

I firmly believe that Suga has the worst pokerface ever- 

The kids (He works at the kindergarten) would just be like “Suga-senpai, your face is all red!” 

And Suga would just scream internally because he just wants to go home and jskjskjs pick you up and throw you on the bed or something and then cuddle you for two hours without moving 

He would laugh and try to shake it off, distracting the kids with something until they were occupied, then he would look at your message 

‘Cleaning out our closet, look what I found :p’ you texted him 

Suga would explode again after looking at the picture for a second time, he just can’t handle everything going through his mind at the same time 

Rest assured that once he gets home he’d immediately throw you on the bed, but he’d keep the jersey on though ;) 

Tsukishima Kei 

He doesn’t admit it, but something inside him always feels warm when he sees you in his shirts because they are so long and you are so tiny in them- 

Blonde beanpole would never admit it out loud even though the two of you have been married for a while 

(Of course, you know that you do things to him, you’re not blind) 

You took a day off to sort out the boxes that the two of you never had the time to unpack after moving in 

Because Kei can be private about his things sometimes, you had asked him if it was okay if you sorted his old things or if he wanted you to leave his boxes alone 

He said it’s okay :) 

So you took a day off, made a pot of warm green tea and got comfortable (Is there anyone else who finds sorting things satisfying? I do) 

After a while, you opened a box that contained some things he didn’t throw out after high school- His old Somy headphones that didn’t work anymore- A few books- And his old uniform 

You were delighted to find that all three of his jerseys (First year, second year, and third year) were inside the box 

Knowing that he secretly liked seeing you in his clothes, you put on his third year jersey, the shirt being so long you could wear it as a dress 

You didn’t hear him get home because you were too busy blasting music while cleaning and sorting, so he walked into your room seeing you wiggle around weirdly to the beat of the music while dressed in his old jersey 

Boom! kEI IS NOW A TOMATO (This line belongs to @owlywrites lol)

You jumped in shock when you heard the door slam close because Kei is overloading, I repeat Kei is overloading- 

Like, he’s seen you in his Sendai Frogs jersey before, you always wear it when you support him during his games- But seeing you in his high school jersey just hits different 

He would be really tsundere for the next half an hour but you know that’s because he’s trying to fix his brain, which has just shortcircuited and undergone system failure- 

If you tease him enough he’d just push you back onto the couch or whatever surface you’re near and- You know- ;) 

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@hikari-writes (I’m not sure if it’s okay to tag you in this??? It’s a bit NSFW but Idk?) @whootwhoot Here you go, have some ✨Tsukki content✨ @owlywrites

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[cloudfiveclub]

hi bby! How do you think they'd react to theit gfs sharing revealing pics?

this is shit 😔😔 sorry anon but hope it was okay

hmm i think chris wouldn’t really care, like if anything he’d be turned on and find it hot 😂 probably comments some flirty stuff under your picture or some hearts and if he’s in the mood, he’ll initiate some sexy things with you later on, bringing up your picture and telling you how hot you are 😉 also likes to fool around and would slide into your dms with like “damn baby who are you?” or some stupid thing lmao

richard is probably the one to get hella overprotective and jealous. we see him liking sexy pictures of girls sometimes and obvs he doesn’t care in this context because it’s just eye candy for him, but once you’ve been claimed as his he’ll get sooo protective. he’ll like the picture, but also probably comments something like “thought these were for my eyes only ☹️” or some shit lmaoo and afterwards gets annoyed when he sees other guys commenting hearts and shit and you liking them but it’s okay cause you let him know you’re his and his only afterwards 😏

zabdiel would also probably lean towards being chill about it and finding it super sexy. doesn’t really comment anything but does so occasionally with a couple hearts or the drooling emoji or something. saves the picture to his camera roll to jerk off to later in the future 👀 lets his eyes linger on your sexy pictures for too long until one of the boys call him out lol

joel would be a little flustered cause oh my god his girlfriend is so hot and his brain kinda shortcircuits a little lmao but he’ll post some heart eye emojis or something too, maybe says how lucky he is in the comments or something. he’ll be chill with your revealing pictures until you tell him how some guys try sliding into your dms and protective joel kind jumps out, but you always reassure him its nothing

erick is also a little flustered at first, but then gets distracted by how good your boobs or ass looks in the picture. doesn’t really care your body is on display for everyone to look at cause he kinda has the same reaction as chris, he’s just chill. doesn’t really comment anything though, just likes it and moves on lmaoo

[incorrectsides]

Logince

makes bad jokes when they get nervous, and which one can totally see through it?  Roman. Logan has 0 tolerance for it, and will usually 1. get Roman out of the situation which is making him nervous and then 2. try to get him to talk about it because, although he doesn’t believe he is very good with feelings, he doesn’t want Roman to be upset if he can help it.

gets cranky without coffee, and which one knows this and brings them a cup in the morning? Logan n e e d s coffee, although he sometimes will forget to make himself a cup because he can get so into his work, this makes him all cranky but he never knows why he’s cranky ?? So Roman always make him a cup as soon as he wakes up, Just to make his day a little easier.

cries when they get drunk, and which one has a 50% chance of getting arrested? Roman watches every disney movie ever and cries through all of them. Logan would totally get really loud and forceful with his opinions (think Virgil’s Room!Logan x20) They’ve had the police called for being loud to the point the neighbours were worried there was something bad happening. That’s the closest he’s been to getting arrested, though. They’re good bois

forgets what they were talking about when the other smiles at them? Logan has … the most beautiful smile, okay? Can’t blame Roman’s brain for shortcircuiting when it happens.

kicks the other in their sleep, and which one kicks back while fully awake? Logan stays up really late grading papers or just reading/researching stuff, Roman moves around a lot, so whenever his leg hits him, he just knocks back lightly.

uses bath bombs and soaks in the tub for an hour, and which one hasn’t taken an actual bath since they were six years old? Logan h a t e s baths. He thinks they’re a waste of time. Why spend forever filling up a tub and then spending ages just laying in filth?? He finds showers much more efficient. Roman, however, loves to treat himself.

secretly wears the other’s oversized sweaters, and which one secretly leaves their sweaters lying out for the other to wear? Logan, surprisingly, loves wearing Roman’s jacket whenever he isn’t wearing it himself. It smells like him and he likes to wear it while writing up to-do lists and other things.

accidentally puts their underwear on inside out, and which one accidentally or on purpose leaves the house without underwear on? Roman sometimes leaves the house without underwear on because his trousers are tight and he doesn’t want the outline showing. Logan is way to careful with dressing to put anything on inside out.

yells at rom-com characters to, “stop being so stupid and just talk,” and which one spends most of the movie watching the other fondly? Logan is very open about how idiotic he finds characters in romance movies/tv shows and when he does watch them, he usually can’t hold his outburst in. Roman finds it adorable.

gets way too competitive playing games, and which one finds their rage and bloodlust adorable? Roman is very competitive and won’t hold back when playing games. Logan usually sits a bit to the side (Roman plays with his whole body) and just watches on fondly.

pulls pranks on the other, and which one somehow loves them more even while planning their murder? Logan loves to mess with others and then pretend not to (”Logan!! Did you cover my e n t i r e room with bubble wrap?!” “No.”) Roman, despite being slightly irritated by it, will always cherish the moments Logan acts less uptight and tense, even if he has to drink his juice from a bowl because all of the cups are nailed to the ceiling.

organized their cereal (alphabetically, color coordinating, or by sugar content), and which one mixes them all together in one big container? Logan loves order, his cereal is not spared from that. Which is why he hates when Roman just takes all of them down because he likes how they all taste together.

[yelloskello]

been talking to my sister about mental illness tonight. N’ she said something I hadn’t thought on much, but it made a lot of sense: that both she and I were severely punished by the people around us for the symptoms of our mental illnesses growing up, so now we both try to reign it in very, very hard and hide that part of ourselves. It doesn’t always work, I know I act on anxious behaviors a lot still, but 80% of the time i’m reigning it in hard. It explains why I feel like shit actually talking about my mental illness or showing symptoms of it. Why when I have big big panic attacks I just want to be invisible and want other people to ignore me ‘til I can ride it out. Why I only really talk about my mental illness when i’m feeling particularly insecure about it, and even then, I feel like i’m putting on a Show by even bringing it up. ‘Cause I grew up being taught that I should never, ever, ever fucking do that and that acting that way will not only get yourself hurt, but hurt others.

I remember being 17--no, not 17, maybe 19 or 20, I think I was in college by then--and actively, decidedly thinking I was a monster, and being okay with it.  Describing myself to other people as being a monster, verbatim, like it was a comforting thing - like I was a monster and could still get through life and not hurt others through great effort and by never letting myself get emotionally attached enough to feel any large emotion, so they could, too! Like I was at peace with just actually factually being a monstrous human being who had to reign in my emotions lest I hurt other people. The sky is blue, grass is green, my brain shortcircuiting means I am a horrible human being and have to work to not be a horrible human being, and those were just the facts.

It’s funny how sometimes your invisible illness is only invisible because other people have taught you it has to be.

[marinette-buginette]

Has no one asked for a story of Hawkmoth and chat noir being a team with ladybug being the villian? It would be pretty amazing to see a father son duo with ladynoir fight scenes. Hawkmoth could send out some assistance for his son.

No, from I knowledge no. And given I like this, here have a oneshot. Also, I’m soooo sorry, this had been in my inbox for over a week, but I was caught with school and had no drive to write anything at all >.> Also I feel like I made Marinette maybe a little to mean in this oops.

Chat didn’t hate Coccinelle. In fact, Chat didn’t hate anybody, not even the ladybug themed thief. But she was annoying him, exasperating him and he certainly had a dislike for his supposed to be partner. Or so he kept telling himself. But more often than not he wondered how would it be if the situation was somehow different. If they were partners like they were meant to be. But whatever alternative universes he might have been thinking off, were kicked out of him. Quite literally. He stumbled back, losing his equilibrium because of her hit. Goddamit, she had good legs.

(In more senses than one, but it wasn’t appropriate for him to think about that.)

The champion of the day appeared in front of Chat guarding him from the next attack. This one wasn’t his father’s best work, but isn’t like people lingered around museums in the dead of the night. The keeper of the museum was the only possible champion around and he wasn’t exactly eager to jump in the fight first thought.

“Oh, I’m not in the mood to deal with you. Can’t you two just chill and let me keep the dress?” she asked, in an almost bored tone, dodging the hits of the akuma easily.

“Why do you want it anyway? Isn’t like you can wear it.” Chat asked finally picking himself off the ground. Seriously now, the dress was a collectible, the first model of the little black dress created by Coco Chanel. That thing was almost 90 years old and extremely fragile. Isn’t like she could wear it at a party.

“Not all dresses are for wearing, you know. A rare piece sometimes just gives you happiness by simply looking at his.” she gave the champion a once over and scrunched up her nose. “Not that I’d expect you to understand.”

The temporary superhero, stopped dead in his tracks and Adrien could have sworn he just heard his father scream in indignation from the other side of Paris. Rolling her eyes, Coccinelle sighed, obviously bored by the entire ordeal.

“Oh, well, it isn’t you I want to play with.” and with that she round kicked the champion, sending him flying down four flight of stairs. Adrien winched. That must have hurt.

Coccinelle turned to him with a smirk, curling her index finger in a come to me motion. “Minou, minou, minou, come here and play with me, pretty kitty.”

Trying to hide his blush (She was beautiful okay? He could stay lost in those blue eyes forever), he attacked. Their fighting had been always more of a dance. Adrien knew enough about the cat and ladybug miraculous to know they were meant to complete each other. And it was quite obvious when they were fighting, Chat being swifter and more defensive while Ladybug was a force to be reckoned with, not pulling any punches. And while they were at it, well, it usually required a big mistake for one of them for the fight to come to an end. And for once, luck was on his side. He managed to catch Coccinelle, sizing her hands behind her back. She looked up at him, obviously surprised, before those really soft looking lips curled in a smug smirk. Adrien blinked in confusion. Why was she smirking? She lost. He got her. He could take her miraculous now.

But before even more question could pass through his brain, she got on her tip toes and captured his lips. Adrien felt his heart jump out of his chest. He closed his eyes, moaning against her mouth. She tasted so sweet, he could feel strawberry and vanilla and honestly, that must be what nirvana tasted like. He let go of her hands, rather pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her waist. She moaned approvingly, then bit on his bottom lip. Adrien opened his mouth, allowing her tongue to sneak past his lips. Honestly, he could stay like this forever. But sooner than he would have liked, she pulled away from him.

“We should do that more often, chaton.” Coccinelle suggested, while extracting herself from his embrace. Adrien could only nod, his face still hot from the blush and his mind still fuzzy from how wonderful that kiss was. “See you later.”

She blew him a kiss, before grabbing the box with the dress and disappearing through a window, not before dodging the useless attacks of the champion. Chat Noir snapped too late from his little brain shortcircuit to realize what he had just done.

Adrien knew when his father called him in his office to speak with him, shit was about to go down. He looked up at his father, who studied him with a thoughtful look before he sighed.

“Well, Adrien, I think it is time for us to have a discussion about the hormonal drive of you, teenagers.”

Adrien blinked surprised, before the sentence was properly processed by his brain. “What?!”

“You know Adrien, the talk, the bees and all that nonsensical excuses parents like to use. Your sex drive had obviously taken a tool on you and it is affecting your performance as a superhero and it should be discussed why villans aren’t the proper people to share your sexual desires with. Look, I even got flyers.” he said shoving a bunch of coloured papers onto his desk.

Adrien was mortified. “FATHER NO!”

“How you teenagers are saying nowadays, father yes!” he adjusted his glasses before opening a flyer. “I’m also considering creating a quality condom line, had you seen the colours they use for these? No son of mine will ever use a neon orange condom, that’s so five seasons ago.”

Adrien slammed his head on the desk.

Woe is me, he thought bitterly.