#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.

[justdrawlynn11]

The first piece of tragedy within their story…

Based off of the second flashback section from this video.

[pineconepie]

Hello! I love your stories! What if the reader came back to Cullen and August with severe PTSD and trauma? For example, how would they handle a reader who hates to be touched in any way due to their trauma or if the reader cannot handle loud noises like yelling? Would they force the reader to still have cuddles with them or would they give them space?

I got a few similar asks to this, so I'll just answer them all with this one!

They'd both handle it pretty differently, but the biggest similarity is they'd both really be trying their hardest.

Cullen would be better at understanding your boundaries, and would gently remind August to give you more space, even though he wants to hold you just as much as his husband.

Where he'd struggle, is yelling. Typically he's an overall easy-going guy, but I think his worry for you would cause his stress to skyrocket sometimes, and he'd lash out when you flinch from him or refuse to eat.

It's not something he'd do to hurt you, and he'd always feel beyond guilty about it each time.

"Dammit, don't look at me like I'm gonna hit you! I'd never, why can't you get that through your head?! Do you know how much it hurts to see your kid, who you love more than anything, looking at you as if you're a monster?!?" *pause* "Wait, no, no, sweetie, I'm sorry--"

Meanwhile, August would be best in terms of calming Cullen down and reacting to your panic attacks, and any other trauma-related issue that may happen, but of course he'd still be extremely overbearing.

He'd cry and unintentionally make you feel guilty each time you look at him in fear, hide from him, flinch from him, etc. He'd basically break down each time, but would always speak gently to you regardless.

His biggest struggle would come in terms of respecting your boundaries. He'd constantly be trying to hold you, kiss your forehead, pet your hair, anything.

And each time, he'd act heartbroken if you express not wanting that.

I think he'd never force cuddles, but he would plead and continue unintentionally manipulating you.

"Please, I just want to hold my baby again... it's been so long since I've gotten to. You're breaking your Papa's heart..."

[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.”

[campgender]

I GOT A LOUD BARK, DEEP BITE

image description: art made of layers of torn paper drawn with alcohol markers. the perspective is from inside a dog's mouth, looking out through the teeth at a forest green background.

in the center of the piece, overlapped by teeth, is a shredded leather collar and a broken heart-shaped lock and key. lyrics along the gums read: "not a single motherfucker who has tried to lock me up / could get the collar 'round my neck!" end image description.

[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

[fun-twisted-tales]

“The past will effect the future” *shows aliens*

[corsair-news-alliance]

[Begin Audio Playback]

[1 Identified Voice]

[1 Unidentified Voice]

"I understand you're still a bleeding heart but you need to understand something. This is still a damn company, you can run around as a knight in shining armor shining the "truth" to the entire omninet. But you leave the R&D shit to me okay?"

So... what, we just leave the Pao-

"DON'T. Don't say the damn name, I swear your little friend you got back from Union is listening.... Fucking machine minds always looking into business that doesn't concern them.... Why did you even grab that murderer? Huh? Like for Christ's sake Aimee it killed over seventy of us in less than an hour!"

[Audio Suggests HANDLER MORSE Attempted To Speak Several Times During [UNKNOWN]'s Rant]

"Those files have got to be burned, I don't want anyone having any details from Project: Last Dance. So I need you to hand over your devices Aimee. HEY! No arguing you gave up absolute power for a reason damn it!"

[1 Minute Of Silence Follows]

This isn't right....

"It's not about being right it's about keeping Union and everyone else off our ass. Stick to the goddamn script... Aimee.... what the hell is this? No... you didn't..... you didn't just...."

Zero is allowed to know.... same as any other pilot.....

"This.... Do you know what you just cost us? I.... THIS ISN'T OVER AIMEE GET BACK HERE!"

[End Playback]

[HANDLER HERTZ, HANDLER TRANSISTOR Please Stand By]

[Till Legends Bleed]

[cemeterykills]

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

[the-sprout-medley]

this has been a problem.

-Claude

[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???

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

NIGHTMARE QUICK DUST IS DYING SLOWLY WHAT

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

[onlytiktoks]

https://www.miamiherald.com/news/local/immigration/article301029029.html

[epsilonicronecronomicon]

"ohhhh oh I'm not anyone's favorite person :(" LOOK AT ME. FUCKING LOOK AT ME NOBODY IS ANYONE'S FAVORITE PERSON. NOBODY HAS A FAVORITE PERSON. I CERTAINLY DON'T AND YET I LOVE ALL MY FRIENDS I WOULD CONQUER A NATION FOR MY FRIENDS MY BESTIES MY HOMEBOYS MY CREW!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY HAVE "FAVORITE PEOPLE" ARE DYSFUNCTIONAL PEOPLE, PEOPLE WHO LIVE ON CODEPENDENCY, ON HAVING ONE PERSON TO MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER SOMEHOW AND TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING AND DO ALL THE WORK ALL THE TIME. THE REASON YOU WANT THAT RELATIONSHIP IS BECAUSE IT'S PROBABLY THE ONLY THING YOU'VE EVER BEEN EXPOSED TO, SO YOU THINK THAT FAVORITISM AND CODEPENDENCY = LOVE. YOU DON'T NEED THAT. YOU DESERVE LOVE LIKE MINE. YOU DESERVE FRIENDS YOU DON'T MEAN MORE THAN EVERYTHING TO. YOU HEAR ME???

YOU DESERVE TO BE TENDED TO AND WATERED DAILY EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE NOT THE TALLEST CROP IN THE FIELD, EVEN THOUGH NO ONE IS. YOU. DESERVE. LOVE.