#tw yelling

[disabledprincesses]

Non-autistics living with autistics:

They keep eating the same freaking food and it frustrates me so much! We can't have the "big scary light" on just lamps everywhere! Even when I try to find peace by doing stuff with them they just ignore me and do whatever they want. They can't even do the simplest of things like go with me to the grocery store every week! How do people expect them to survive in society??

Autistics living together:

So as long as we get my 10 packets of this really specific food, and some snacks, I'll be okay. Also is it cool if you go to the grocery store? I can clean the bathroom since thats bad sensory for you and the store is bad sensory for me. Can you turn on the lamp instead of the big light? It gives me a headache. Thanks man. Yea I'll unplug the TV for you since you can hear the high pitched noise. Do you want to do two separate things in the same room as bonding again this evening? Thats my favorite part of the day too.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

When König is Mad at You

Aha! I finally got a chance to clean up and post this! So here it is, the deluxe edition!

If you do something that König cannot let fly, he'll let you know. He doesn't show his feelings to many people, but if you're someone important and if you're important in König's world, then he'll let you know everything he's thinking (and I do mean everything). So have no fear, König will not keep dwell on anger and keep things from you. No he'll let you know.

Now, if should be known that König doesn't get mad at other people that often. Having been bullied through his entire childhood for the most minuscule mistakes, he's taken to giving others the benefit of the doubt. He won't snap at you for asking too many questions and he won't bat an eye if you accidentally break a kitchen appliance. If you lose something of his, he'll sigh tiredly but if it's replaceable, it's no skin off his nose. He can just get another.

Below the cut are the five types of people that König will get angry with.

Civillians: König is not going to go off the handle on someone in customer support. He's not going to yell at random people if they irritate him. He's a soldier, he can control himself. A petty slight will only hurt him internally. Externally, you'd be hard pressed to make him so much as bat an eyelash.

Recruits: If you're just a new recruit he's training, he'll let loose like a cannon on your ass. He'll scream and shout and hurl insults like you've never heard before. He's absolutely brutal as a commander. He's the type to loom over you and yell at you about an inch from your face. Bless his mask because if he weren't wearing it, you'd be coated in his spit.

Teammates: If you're a teammate and he's mad at you, you probably nearly got him killed. God have mercy on anyone who dares do such a thing.

Friends: If you're a friend, König will just be tired and try to talk through his issues. If you won't listen to him, then he'll get a bit loud, but he won't go so far as to insult you or try to hurt you. No he's just pissed, and that's scary enough as is.

You. Let's go into this a bit more.

When König is angry with you, he'll sit you down or bring you both to a quiet place. If there's no chance to talk, he'll wait until later. If he can contact you, he'll give you a text with his problem and ask you to talk on the phone (if it's not a major issue) or in person (if it's something massive). When he does get to talk to you, he won't raise his voice or fist, nor he will not break things or insult you maliciously. These are not the reasons why König's anger is so frightening.

It's his disappointment.

If König hasn't had a chance to think about his problems, he'll tell you he's disappointed and he'll tell you he needs a walk to think about what's happened. Please don't follow him, give him space. I promise you he'll come back soon. I know it's scary, but he'll always be back before dark. If you're fighting at night, he'll be back before you wake up.

Once he's returned, he'll tell you that he's upset, that he has thought about the incident, and he'll go over what he's prepared to do to make things better. He doesn't want to get mad and just leave it at that. No, that's stupid. He wants solutions. He's a military man who grew up in a functional household, he's emotionally mature. What he wants to do is sit down and talk through possible solutions until you both finally finds a satisfactory plan of action.

König won't hurt you. However, he very well might nearly bore you to death with his lecturing. This man is so pedantic that it's painful. When you have an argument, it's more like an official public debate than it is a domestic dispute. He avoids making personal attacks and he'll stick to what he believes his truth is, and listen to your every word. He doesn't like drama at all. He just likes solutions. So really, having an argument with him is more like sitting down with a guidance counsellor and going back and forth.

He has boundaries though. If you start throwing insults at him, if you scream at him or start threatening him or those he cares about, he'll tell you to come back to him when you're calm and then promptly leave you alone for a bit. Once you've calmed down, you can try, try, try again. He won't tolerate you verbally abusing him. He understands distress, but attacking him is not something he will tolerate. If you are verbally abusive, he will leave you completely.

König will not tolerate you trying to physically hurt him. If you try, sure you can't hurt him, but it's a betrayal of his trust that he won't stand for. He'll kick you out almost immediately. He'll kick you out of your own home until he's packed his stuff and he'll leave. Don't try to make him stay, it won't work. He will not tolerate abuse, and he has many ways of leaving and disappearing if you try to come after him. So please, don't try to abuse this man. He will not tolerate abuse.

This said, I'm pretty sure everyone here can agree that abuse is unacceptable, so I think we're all in agreement that we won't intentionally hurt this sweet sweet man. He is far too precious for that. Instead, let's all agree to talk calmly and civilly, so we can be rewarded with head pats and forehead kisses.

König is the best at comforting people after an argument. He won't hold things against you, and instead he'll offer to do something nice to put things behind you both. He'll hold you tight and tell you everything will be better, and you know what? It will be.

[small-sinclair]

Broken Reflection

Whumptober 5: Sunburn

Dad!Bo Sinclair x daughter/child!reader (5-6 years old)

Tw: yelling, Bo being a bit aggressive, soft ending

Healing Salve

“I told you over and over to stay away from Vincent’s wax melter!” He snaps, his anger building up. “You have any idea how stupid you are? Any clue?”

You could hear him yelling from the stairs as he came up to the bathroom where you were. You were shaking as you tried to put aloe on your burns, but tears stung your eyes and made it blur. You didn’t mean to be that close to the wax melter; you just wanted to look inside it! How were you supposed to know that was hot to touch and could burn you when you rested your arm against the metal? How are you supposed to learn if you never try it? Bo told you time and time, over and over, not to go into Vincent’s workspace without him, but you were curios today and went down in secret. You always wanted to see what it looked like on the inside, so who was Bo to be mad at because he never told you?

“Answer me!” His shouts, his hand hitting the door, causing you jump. “You’re just as stupid as your mother! Didn’t know how to listen to a simple thing... are you dumb or something?” You tried not to flinch when he yelled, but your shoulder jerked and tensed as he yelled, “Now, I gotta make sure you ain’t leavin’ dis house! ‘Cause I thought you were better than dat!” His eyes harden when your eyes didn’t look up at his. “Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you!”

His hand turned you around and grabbed a hold of your face, forcing you to look up—

Bo’s angry blue eyes broken when a sob escaped your lips, crying out, “I’m sorry, Papa! I’m sorry!”

Hsi tight grip loosens, and he lets go as he steps away from you. He looked down at his hands, realizing they were shaking, then looked at himself in the mirror on the wall in the hall. He didn’t see himself; he saw Trudy and his father with a victory smile as if they were saying that they taught him well. He was becoming like his own parents, and it burned him.

“Sunshine,” he breathed, his eyes softening. “Darlin’, I-I didn’t mean...shit, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He took slow steps and knelt in front of your trembling form. “My God—Papa’s so sorry. He didn’t mean for his anger to be like that. He’s sorry...he’s so sorry.” His hands still shook as he held your arms, feeling like you were glass. He’ll do better; he has to do better.

And he compared you to your mother—

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again, holding back a sob. “I’m sorry—”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he hushes softly, his fingers being gentle as he looked over you. “Dida get hurt anywhere else?”

You shook your head as fat tears fell slow.

“Hey, hey,” he cupped his large, calloused hand over your cheek, thumbing away a tear. “It’ll be right. It’ll be right, I swear.” He scooped you up in his arms, holding you tightly as he stood up, and takes the healing salve. “I’ll take care of it...I’m here. Papa’s here.”

[mystery-contestant]

@democracyrockzz @astral--horrorshow @krowsselfindulgy @ratsvoid @savannahwiththegreeneteyes @spacingbachelorette @badeggyt @affinity-play-real

Main Tws: death, unreality, body horror, implied gore, yelling, trauma, loss of identity, internalized queerphobia, horny teens being horny teens

(Pay mind to the timestamps)

We pick up where we left off:

At the end of Ride The Cyclone. (Check pinned post for those visiting)

And that's it. On September 14th, 2016, all of the kids died, none able to escape their fate. Years pass, and the fair rots like their corpses.

Except it's not the end. For they now haunt the abandoned fair.

Welcome to:

The Circus of Life

We begin at the entrance of the cyclone. It is night. (See Chance theatre's set. Note: Just so you know I do not support M*C*rter, as I'm pretty sure Chance is associated with them.)

A headless silhouette appears from behind a sheet, slowly revealed by a backlight.

Jane Doe, singing:

I know this dream of life is never ending

It goes around and round and round again

At times we fall and soon we are ascending

I know beginning comes with every end

2:13-2:44

As she sings, she puts on her doll's head and adjusts it. (See Station Theatre's Jane Entrance.)

Lights fade out.

The stage is lit by a blue light.

You Drop! Begins.

0:17-2:20

Each character enters from opposite sides as they sing, walking in beat with the music before turning towards the audience. They act like lamenting ghosts.

The song ends and the characters snap out of their trance.

Synopsis: The choir processes the fact they are now ghosts as well as observes the ruined state of the fair.

(Remember that in order to makes sure nobody feels rushed to answer whenever you want to speak you should put in the comments that you are going next!)

[c10v3r]

ive been meaning to make them this audio for a while it is just perfect

[cemeterykills]

These two are so funny together tbh I hope we see more of them interacting!! (yoinked this straight from my own tiktok btw)

[gayestclarinet]

LETS FUCKING GO

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

NIGHTMARE QUICK DUST IS DYING SLOWLY WHAT

Nightmare: I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, SHUT THE F-

[vectorisheree]

I find the fact that Eclipse's eyes tend to shift randomly to be unintentionally funny at times, like in this clip he just stares at Moon like some kid who got caught with their hand in the candy jar.

Seeing Eclipse breifly look up at Moon, then stare off blankly into the distance and then awkwardly look away is so silly??? like???

[p1nkshield]

There was a post where someone wrote a few ideas for if the Waynes were on a reality tv show where he just removes one of his kids from an altercation like they were two fighting cats. Might I raise you batfam on patrol with this situation.

Jason: I'm gonna have to ask you to stop stepping on my toes while I'm doing your job Tim.

Tim: You're the one who couldn't keep the plan in that empty helmet of yours!

Jason: I had to think on my feet! It was your half baked plan that let him get away!

Tim: The only half baked thing around here are YOUR CROISSANTS!

Jason: *gasp* NOW THAT'S A LOW BLOW! SQUARE TF UP!

Tim: I AM NOT ABOVE BITING!

Batman hoists hood over his shoulder and begins walking away

Jason from Bruce's shoulder: YOU'RE NOT ABOVE MUCH SHORT STACK!

Later

Bruce: Work it out you two.

Tim: I'm sorry I insulted your bad croissants.

Jason: I'm sorry you're short.

Bruce: *sigh*

[thenightsystem]

Sometimes DID is the fact that i need that one alter whos actually good at making sweet tea to GET HIS ASS IN FRONT RIGHT NOW PLEASE

[fourfoldtrap]

Note to everyone, do not make a comic using a notes app with the bare minimum art tools for notes. Do NOT make a comic on a notes app that doesn't have a layer option.

If any of this is hard too understand please use the alt text I went into more description/details there!

part one | part two | part three (this one!!)

@nerves-nebula

[cryptid-on-a-string]

Neil Screamierega

[stardustlixie]

Apology-L.Mh

(warning: light breakdown, yelling, mention of past trauma and past toxic situations, crying, glass falling and breaking, Minho is lowkey mean in the starting, this has no plot, it's just a braindump please don't take this seriously)

You heard him close the door to your apartment, his footsteps sounding heavier than they did usually. He had a bad day.

You'd been together for less than an year but you could tell how he was feeling just on the basis of the tempo of his feet on the floor.

His bag dropped on the floor with a 'thud'. He never announced his arrival, but he had a habit of greeting the cats. He didn't do that either. Today must've been really rough.

You got up from your bed a found him out in the living room. Practice clothes drenched in sweat, he was home late, you knew what had happened. He was frustrated with himself. You could see it in the way his brows scrunched and his body slumped.

"Hey. You good?" He just nodded in response.

"Let me get you some water-"

"No need." He cut you off. "I'm gonna shower first." He said as he walked in, shoes out of the rack, bag thrown in the middle of the room, very unlike him.

You put his stuff in place, shoes where they should be, bag in the little space in your bedroom it was always kept in. You decided to make him him a milkshake, he loved those after practice.

___

You could hear him coming out of the bedroom, his footsteps still a little heavy.

"I made a milkshake for you. It's on the table!" You told him from your place on the couch. He ignored it.

"Where is my bag?" He inquired.

"At it's spot, why?"

"I would have kept it myself. There was stuff in it that I needed to get out. Couldn't you just let it be?"

Ouch. Okay maybe you shouldn't have touched his things without telling him. He walked to the kitchen, you walked in a little, to find him quickly finishing up the shake, expression still grumpy.

You took the glass from his hands and stopped him as he was walking away, to which he let out a little sound of annoyance. You checked his temperature, he was sweating.

"I'm fine." He grumbled, swatting your hand away.

"No wait-" He didn't stop protesting, even after you insisted. He was eager to get away from you. But you didn't let him.

"Minho let me see-" He hastily stepped away from you.

"OH FOR GOD'S SAKE Y/N! I'M FINE!" He yelled in annoyance. The glass in your hand dropped to the floor and shattered.

You didn't even realise when you flinched or when your arms were up in front of your body like a badly made shield, expecting more lashing out or probably worse.

He didn't mean to snap, but he realised how much damage it had truly done when he saw you, your scared stature making you look so much smaller than you were, like a child trying to get away from a monster.

"What- Hey, hey y/n, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-" He reached out to comfort you and apologize but his heart shattered when you took an unconscious step backward, trying to bundle up and fold further into yourself, as if to escape him.

He stepped back to give you some space, as much as he wanted to hug you close and to apologise profusely, he knew you needed space.

"I'm sorry." The apology that escaped you was barely audible. Why were you apologizing? He'd been the one to snap stupidly over some little things like an immature dumbass.

"I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry I invaded your space when you were clearly drained from your day. I'll clean this up and I won't bother you anymore." You said as you cautiously sat down to pick up the shards of glass.

He didn't know what to say. He'd been so hurtful to you, yelled at you for something small and irrelevant. Been an insensitive jerk. And you apologized to him. Why? You should have hit him, been mad at him or refused to talk to him for the rest of the week and he'd have been better than he was now, knowing that you were apologizing for something that was far from your fault. But he made you believe it was. He knew how sensitive you were, yet he behaved like that.

He bent down in a squat to help you pick the pieces of glass. He didn't even know how to apologise to you and that made his guilt worsen.

The glass hadn't broken into small pieces so you finished quickly and threw them away.

"You didn't't have to help. I'd have managed it-" You paused abruptly and stood up and rushed to the cabinet, and then across the other side of the kitchen to where he was.

You grabbed his hand and began to tend to the cut he hadn't even realised he'd made in his hand. You cleaned the blood and checked for any small pieces of glass before you dabbed alcohol onto it. You sniffled lightly and he looked at your face. Your eyes were glossy and there were traces of messily wiped tears on your face. He made you cry.

You didn't cry easily.

"Fuck. I'm so, so sorry. y/n, I-" He tried to apologise but was met with a neutral tone, not a shaky one like his.

"It's fine. It wasn't your fault." You were retreating back into yourself. Self-isolating into your thoughts. He could see the signs. Whenever you needed to cope, you retreated into your mind, and it wasn't the best place to be. He could see your expression going from concerned to blank as you wrapped a bandage around his careless cut.

He needed to stop you from going into that headspace. Quickly.

You picked up the first aid kit and walked back to the cabinet. Minho stood up in a rush and followed you.

You turned away from him, you couldn't look at him right now. Or he'd be an angel again and make you forget how stupid you had acted. How you'd pestered him when he probably needed space-

Your thoughts are invaded the warmth of his body enveloping yours into a backhug. You were too tired to protest so you didn't. Even if you did, you'd probably have failed to escape the desperate iron grip he had on you. But you didn't reciprocate it. Part of you was still stirred because of his earlier outburst. You still believed he was mad at you. And he should be. Even if you were deeply hurt. Your brain told you it was your fault. That you deserved this.

"I'm so, so, so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to do that. You were just trying to take care of me, and I was being an asshole to you. I'm so sorry I snapped, I know my apology won't make it better or fix the damage, but I want to you to know that I regret it. A lot. I don't know how to make it up to you, I don't think anything would be enough. I never wanted to hurt you. Just...I guess I was pent up and released it in the wrong place. I'm so sorry, baby. Don't shut me out, please. Do anything. Be angry, call me an ungrateful piece of shit, cuss me out, hit me, yell at me, but don't isolate yourself. Please. I beg you- I'll do anythin-"

He cut off his rambling when you leaned your head back on his shoulder. You were back. You were out of your spiral of thoughts.

Slowly, you arms covered his, wrapped around your waist. Your face turned slightly towards him and he felt a hot tear touch his skin as it glided down, accompanied by a tiny, heartbreaking sniffle.

You let him turn you around and let his body warmth engulf you.

That was apparently all your brain needed to activate this pathetic cascade of tears. Fuck. Why couldn't you stop crying? Was it because he had reminded you of the people that had hurt you before? Or was it because this warmth had never been offered to you when you were hurt? Was it because you didn't have to pick yourself up anymore? To not deal with the crash because he'd pick you up before you had to.

Right then your mind reminded you of the people that would yell at you when you were younger, how you'd grown up always feeling like you were doing something wrong to anger them while all they ever did was to take their unreasonable hatred out on you. How you'd be surrounded by a constant guilt of never being able to fulfill their "little expectations". And an ugly, gut-wrenching sob tore out of somewhere deep within you.

Had it always hurt this much?

You were surprised, because you didn't feel guilty anymore. The usual guilt that accompanied whenever someone yelled at you wasn't here now. But you were hurt. Or maybe, you finally allowed yourself to feel the hurt instead of blaming it on yourself. You let yourself feel hurt without feeling guilty, and that was a big weight off your shoulders, one you never realized you'd had. But the tears didn't seem to stop. They were flowing out of you like they were carrying every pent up feeling and every buried frustration from over the years.

Did it hurt more than the others because it was him who yelled at you? You didn't know. All you knew was that you liked when he held you like this. So warm. So soft. So careful. His fingers threaded through your hair and his arm found it's way to rub your back. He rocked you in place, calming your racing mind and letting you cry your worries out.

You weren't the best at expressing yourself with words or at dealing with your trauma, so this was a welcome feeling, because most days, you didn't even know how to cry. But crying felt better than you expected.

You both stood there for a what felt like a second but was much more, before he slowly let go of your figure, still holding you hands.

"Please never yell at me again. Just tell me if I'm being a bother or doing something wrong. I'll fix it. But please don't yell?" Your voice was timid because of your little crying session.

"I would never. It wasn't your fault. At all. You were just trying to take care of me while all I did was be an ignorant asshole. I'm so sorry. You can take it out on me. I won't mind." He sniffled and you noticed the tears that had gathered in his pretty eyes.

"It's okay. I forgive you." You said, whispering, not wanting to break the little spell you both were in. You connected your forehead to his and closed your eyes. His presence was comforting.

"My reaction wasn't your fault. It's a reflex. I don't want to talk about the reason right now. All I want you to know is that it wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself. You were mentally overwhelmed. It's alright." You assured him.

"Ok. I want to insist it was my fault but I won't. Nonetheless, that was bad of me. How can make it up?" He asked you, lifting his head to look at your face. Red from all the crying with your eyes slightly swollen. You smiled, a little evil glint returning to your eyes.

"Clean the house and make me jjajangmyeon and maybe I'll think about it."

"Come onnn!" He whined at you.

"You asked for it!" You giggle and free your hands from him, aiming to walk out of the kitchen, but he pulled you back and buried his face in your neck.

"Fine", he sounded a little muffled, "but only if you keep me company while I cook." He sounds like a grumpy baby.

"Of course. But clean the house first. I'll go shower. Bye." This time you actually ran out of the kitchen. He giggled at your escaping figure.

He never wrapped his mind around how forgiving you were. He was pretty sure what he did today wasn't behaviour worth forgiveness but here you were, always so generous to him.

He sighed. His guilt still tugged at his heartstrings but he told himself that he'll be better. He'll be more thoughtful, more careful, more observant of his behaviour and of your triggers. He wasn't about to let impulsive reaction take him away from a person like you. He'll work on himself so that he can be worthy of you.

But he didn't know that how he'd handled the entire situation and how genuinely he had apologized was something no one had ever done for you. He'd secured himself a place in your life which probably wasn't getting out of anytime soon.