#tw: adult language

[gutsygremlin]

I hate hate hate hate HATE that most of the time when I’m searching for info on autism the results always regard autistic children and are written by allistic adults for allistic parents who hate autistic children

Like I’m just going “hehe hey google do other autistic people sensory seek in carbonated drinks” and Google is like “DUMB STUPID LITTLE AUTISTIC BABIES REALLY LIKE DRINKING DUMB STUPID LITTLE AUTISTIC DRINKS LIKE SPRITE AND COKE BECAUSE THEY’RE DUMB STUPID LITTLE AUTISTIC BABIES!!!!!”

Best friend. The autistic kids you’re writing about so unkindly are going to become adults. And they’re going to be unhappy when they read that shit.

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XXIX)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

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Where we last left off... Danny can't sleep alone! Wonder Woman gets angry! Batman gets yoinked like a sad cat! Informational breakthroughs are made!

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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Danny is in a different medical room than usual.

There are five white boards.

His hands are shaking.

Danny doesn’t want to talk about what happened to him, but this isn’t talking. It’s just Danny, a bunch of white boards, Diana, a blonde doctor woman he doesn’t know, and that one kid’s stinky cat dad.

Danny draws.

He draws The Box. He doesn’t know how big it was in reality, but he remembers it being cramped, and dark, and hungry. He was always hungry. He draws a granola bar and uses a red marker to strike through it a half-dozen times to really emphasize how much nothing there was to work with.

It feels bad to put a marker-drawn Danny in the box.

Marker-Danny looks scared. He looks sad.

Danny hands that board to the blonde doctor without looking at it.

Danny draws a bunch of gloved hands with scalpels and forceps and beakers and tubes, but to be honest, he was so out of his mind by that point he doesn’t actually remember a lot of it. He remembers being tied down, and he remembers scream—

...But he mostly remembers the visuals of hands in a bright spectator spotlight above, a dozen gleaming instruments poking inside him to see what of him was ecto-based and what wasn’t.

They always acted like Danny didn’t know what he was made of. Danny’s wondered if it was true ever since, and sometimes the thought pulses in his skin like a bad bruise.

There’s almost no detail in that drawing. It's only hands. It's only tools. Danny hands the board off without looking, again.

Danny draws Operative O, with his stupid chin and his stupid suit and his stupid earpiece and his stupid gun. He tries to get all the details from memory, but honestly, who cares if the guy’s lapels look right or whatever. He wipes the G I W initials off the man’s breast pocket before anyone can see the detail, and keeps his little black boots and sunglasses, and…yeah. Pretty much all of their stupid agents look like that.

He adds on a number of skulls and angry faces to that drawing before handing the board over.

He draws the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle as he mostly remembers it—and Danny remembers turning on at least some of the equipment as he tried to flee the building, leaving the hard steel shell of the GAV as scuffed and miserable as he’d found it abandoned in that garage but bristling with weapons. His parents are—they’d been so good at cramming weapons into every possible nook and cranny. Whatever engineers the GIW had been able to hire to dismantle it had never had a chance. The thing had been locked onto Fenton DNA, and Fenton DNA alone.

Danny isn’t sure where the GAV is now, but he remembers turning the rockets on. Maybe he’d…maybe he’d landed on the moon…in the Fentonmobile?

He still isn’t super clear on how he’d gotten here, or what of the truck’s defenses he’d gotten up and running on his way out.

But he remembers a clear line of sight down the barrel of Dad’s newest—and last—blaster he’d ever made, the hands on it a stranger's.

Danny remembers his flesh and ecto sizzling as his face bubbled off.

…Danny remembers his first driving lessons in the GAV with Mom in the passenger seat, encouraging him to brake carefully at stop signs if there were police at the corner. They went out for burgers after each driving session, since she knew it would make him happy to have something different for dinner. Danny remembers all the road trips they’d gone on to go visit Aunt Alicia, half-camping in the woods on her property while Dad taught Jazz and Danny how to fish.

He hands off the whiteboard, but he already knows what he wants to use the last one for.

Mom and Dad and Jazz stand around the intact GAV and smile, frozen in a dry-erase marker wave to a Danny that isn’t there.

Danny’s here now. In a chair. In space.

…With strangers.

When Danny doesn’t immediately offer the board to the blonde doctor like she expects, she only takes a picture of it for further discussion.

Danny is very, very careful not to smudge any of his family's faces or their suits or Jazz's dark sweater as Diana wheels him back to his cot in the medical wing.

He misses them.

He doesn’t know if they’re capable of missing him, wherever they are, but he misses them.

[neurocophany-theyshe]

Depression is so fun bc you’ll have like 20% motivation and energy to do something after work, but then ofc you don’t do anything bc you’re 80% depressed, but then you feel guilty bc theoretically you could have done something with the 20% energy, and bc of what we learn in society, you therefore should have done something. So then you lay there feeling the 80% depressed that you already were but the 20% motivation and energy turns into guilt for not doing anything. And then if you math, that’s 100% depressed.

[nando161mando]

[uncanny-tranny]

I truly hope that the younger generation isn't being told that when they are being teased or bullied it's because their tormenter secretly likes them.

Somebody liking you doesn't mean they should smack you, pull your hair, tease you, berate you, call you names, make fun of your appearance, make fun of your cultural background or immigration status, or anything else. When you talk about these things, you deserve to be taken seriously. Being written off is a dangerous thing, especially if you are being bullied.

Bullying is not love or admiration.

[pumpkinspicedmochi]

Sometimes when it comes to growing up autistic it feels like you either get the "autism mom" parent or the "my child is fine , they aren't autistic" parent who wants to just force you to fit into a square hole when you're not even a shape

special mention for the "my child is autistic but only because I decided my kid is a savant(?) and I only accept the good traits "

my mom is that one and the "my child is fine" unfortunately

most anything else she sees is categorized as "attitude problem" that you better get in control of (although you obviously can't) or just something that you generally can just stop if she tells you to..

[ravenzeppeli]

Stained Red Prequel - Before The Pain |Yandere DIO x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

      Your red high heels clicked against the hardwood floor gently as you carried two empty wine glasses in one hand, the other hand gripping a wine bottle. You wore a tiny little black dress, the dress hugging all of your curves perfectly.

       You entered Dio's room without knocking - it was now the room that the two of you shared together. "Master?" You called out, closing the door behind you. You sat the wine down next to his bed. It was dark in the room. Only a faint light glowed next to the bed from the single white candle. "Are you in here?"

      You let a gasp escape your lips as you felt cool hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into the familiar large form of your lover.

      "You've kept me waiting for a long time, and that greatly displeases me," his velvet voice called out as he dropped his lips to your ear. "That's very naughty of you, and I also saw that secret conversation you had with dear old Hol Horse. Asking about who the Joestars are." He squeezed your hips tighter.

       You let a low gasp escape your lips, shocked that he found out. Dio never informed you of much. He liked to keep you as clueless as possible in case you had some moral compass. He didn't want to lead you away from his arms. Despite the power he had, he still wanted to keep your feelings towards him true.

      "I keep having to be upset with you, and I don't want to keep getting upset with you. I've been too lenient with you; I suppose that this is all my fault." He let his arms drop from your waist, but he kept his body pressed up against you. You could feel his dark yellow irises on you as his hot breath tickled your ear lightly. "What do you want me to tell you?"

      "Who... who are the Joestars? Where did you get that scar on your neck?" You asked him, trembling softly as you waited for a reply. You hoped not to upset him, for him to keep calm.

      Dio spun you around, gently pushing you to sit on the edge of his bed. "How can I trust you not to leave me? What if the truth casts your love away from me?" He asked, standing in front of you as he placed his palm on top of your head, carefully rubbing your head. "I'll never let you leave me."

      "I know that you are an evil guy, but I don't mind. I love you, and my feelings are true. Until the end, I am by your side," you told him. Though deep down you were a little uncertain but you pushed that feeling aside, casting it away.

      "I wouldn't call it evil, just misunderstood." He removed his hand, sitting next to you as he wrapped his strong arm around you. "I am about to tell you a very long story, buckle up."

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        "Do you still love me?" Questioned Dio as he stared straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. He had told you everything from start to finish without leaving a single detail out.

      You were honestly both shocked and terrified, but you shook that feeling away. You loved him, and he loved you - he would protect you from all harm, and you should be thankful. Right? "Yes, I still love you. Thank you for telling me everything."

       "Now that all of this is over, I do believe that you are due for a punishment. You went behind my back, and worst of all, you spoke to Hol Horse. I'm upset," he spoke softly as he stood up. "But I don't know how I should punish you.. do you have any ideas?"

"I don't want to be punished, I was simply just curious and too afraid to personally ask you." You hardly asked Dio anything personal, always being much too terrified to ever ask him anything.

       He shrugged his massive bare shoulders, walking over to you as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pressing his smooth lips against yours. As he pulled away, he smirked down at you. "I never thought that I- Dio would have such a soft spot for a mere human, but here you are, proving me wrong for the first time in my 122 years of existence."

You let a gentle blush appear on your cheeks as you looked into his cat-like gold eyes. His smirk shifted into a soft smile as he pulled away from you, reaching in his black pants pocket as he kept eye contact with you. He pulled out a shiny diamond ring, holding it up to you. "Y/N.. be my fiancé. When I defeat the Joestars, we will then marry, and on our wedding night, I will turn you into a vampire."

      "Okay," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as he slipped the ring delicately on your finger. This was.. it was so beautiful. The fact that he planned to turn you into a vampire the first night that you lay husband and wife slipped your mind as you stared at the ring with soft eyes, clearly touched that he proposed to you.

       This was a rare moment when you got to see the more softer side of Dio Brando, the side that he so desperately tried to hide as if he was ashamed of loving someone other than himself. "You are my fiancé now.. you don't have to call me master anymore. You can just call me any nickname you can think of."

      "Kitten," you quickly spoke, a smile appearing on your lips as you giggled lightly. You haven't laughed in so long.. you don't remember the last time that you actually laughed at something.

       Dio rolled his golden eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Do I look like a kitten to you? If anything, you are the kitten," he spoke softly, wrapping his massive arms around you, pulling you into his freezing bare chest. "Just.. I'll ask you again in 24 hours. How about we drink some wine and celebrate our engagement a little? I can run us a hot bath." He combed his sharp nails gently through your soft hair, chin resting on that top of your head.

       "That sounds good," you softly replied back, burying your head in his cool chest as you wrapped your arms around him. "My love."

      "I like that.. you may call me that in private," he whispered in your ear, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. "Let's get in that bath.. I can wash your hair for you."

     You blushed fiercely as a giggle yet again escaped your lips. "That sounds perfect." You loved him like this.. loved him when he wasn't so sadistic towards you. Was he changing into a different person right before you very eyes? You truly didn't know, but over time, you hoped to know the truth.. for now, you were just simply just going to enjoy this precious night, pushing every worry that you had to the side.

[sprinkleofquirk]

Rather than explain that I cannot have Asperger’s syndrome because that hasn’t been included in the DSM since 2013 since Hans Asperger was, among other things, a fucking Nazi, I used my ✨healthy coping mechanisms✨ (kinda) and made these 🙃

And I say ‘kinda’ because I don’t… exactly… remember? Making them? They just kinda… ✨appeared✨ and a few hours had passed

[yellow-dress-basil]

Having trouble falling asleep tonight. The AuDHD plus the chronic pain.

I’m just thinking about why I’m bothering to get my Special Ed degree if I know I’ll never be able to hold down a job like that. Let alone finish school. I can’t do it. I’m so anxious in any job because I have to do social things. And because I have to do physical things that hurt me.

And I feel weak for even having those extra needs and it just feels like shit.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

A Misunderstood Man • Sleep Of The Good • Gypsy Bundle • Had To Be • When You Thought Of Me • Dream Tomorrow • I Do Not Love You Isabella (Heathcliff's Wedding Song) • Choosing When It's Too Late • Marked With Death • Be With Me Always

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[be-side-my-self]

@durorholmes

Travis just keeping back and staying quiet like the obedient dog

Very true. Because...

They trained him well…

Which is why it's so much more impressive that he does not shoot Laura when they tell him to do so:

And it hurts him to do that:

Well trained indeed... and still he does not shoot her. (It also suggests that he has silver bullets in his pistol?)

We all know why most fanfictions with Travis as an important part are tagged with "former child abuse".

Anyway here is the reaction of Travis if you shoot Constance:

One thing I constantly think about is the fact that Travis has to know that Laura is infected because the last time he saw her she was missing an eye...

And they meet again and Laura has two:

I would have loved to see any real reaction about that from Travis but I guess that is just another thing the developers didn't get around to add.

Because the inner monologue had to be something like "Why the fuck is Laura here? Oh shit, she is bitten and she is in our house and she is the one who killed Kaylee and mom knows but they don't know she has been bitten and when will she change? What the fuck am I going to do? Oh shit..."

That would explain why Travis did not react any more than he did when Laura gets shot, because he knows she might get up again?

[crabussy]

I want to take a bite out of someone's arm but I'm too shy

[barnesbartons]

as much as the movie grossed me tf out

i do like the idea of derek holding onto stiles' jeep when he starts the auto shop, fixing it for his friend who he occasionally talks to (remember how he's the first person to bring up stiles in the movie), not quite sure why he's so fixated on keeping the jeep in shape when he knows stiles isn't coming back, that stiles himself abandoned escaped beacon hills & that the jeep was another thing that was left behind.

but stiles is still derek's anchor, and derek will fix the jeep, if only to maintain some connection at first. then he finds out about eli, and his anchor shifts, because another hale child, when he thought his family was all but gone. but there's still a part of him that wants some part of stiles in beacon hills to live on, so he continues fixing the jeep. and derek's annoyed at himself, cause he talks to stiles, he knows there's no chance of stiles returning, but fixing the jeep is another chance to talk to stiles outside of consulting the fbi.

(eli never really learns about stiles, just that there was someone in his dad's life that was always there, but not really. for some reason his father never lets him into his office when he's doing consulting work. it's always "scott and his friend saved me from getting my arm chopped off", "scott's friends helped me save your aunt cora," but eli doesn't know who stiles actually is, doesn't know who the jeep belongs to, not until-)

derek dies. the stupid jeep is in his auto shop yard and sheriff stilinski has the keys after eli's stolen it for the umpteenth time, and he gives the jeep to eli. and tells him about it being stiles' jeep, about how his dad had complicated feelings about the jeep. and then eli realises that all those times that derek was smiling on the phone, was annoyed in the yard fixing the hunk of junk over and over again, might've been for someone something other than just a project he could never get rid of.

stiles doesn't find out derek's dead right away. the sheriff doesn't feel like it's his part to tell his son that his friend died. not until eli shows up at his apartment and stiles just knows that there's no longer going to be any calls from his 'friend from the hometown'. and stiles thinks about the goddamn jeep and how it's no longer going to be taken care of, that the jeep is just going to be abandoned like stiles originally did. but stiles steps outside and sees his jeep behind eli and realises that it's in new hands now.

stiles tells eli stories about derek from a whole new light, keeps the memory of derek alive, with the jeep in the front yard gleaming. they grieve together for the loss of a loved one.

(because all this time stiles was waiting on the other end of the phone, excited to hear about his jeep, the sheriff, eli, about derek. all this time stiles was waiting on "i found another roll of duct tape hidden in your engine, goddamnit stiles", knowing that he couldn't go back to beacon hills, but he could wait for derek to figure it out and come to him)

(derek doesn't, but his jeep does.)

[ofishal-fish-posts]

two trucks anon here. you just. you just give me the vibes of 2 fucking trucks. i dunno. (im also ace and celibate funnily enough sksbsksjs)

what a coincidence lol

i also find it interesting that i give off the vibe of 2 anything fucking but fair enough

[hp-lonesome-actual-art]

UHM. UH. More messy rushed doodle collection from today. I will not confess to anything my mouth is sealed shut. Most of it is mindless fun; nothing to do with brainstorming storylines or being worried about staying canonical to how his character is typically presented. Head empty no thoughts since I desperately needed a break from animating again

…but yes to answer your question I’m a bit deranged about him please keep scrolling

[ravenzeppeli]

Trapped |Yandere Johnny x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong language, physical abuse, verbal abuse, threats, stalking, uncomfortable scenes discussed, yandere relationship. MA

     "I told you not to talk to the likes of Diego Brando!" Snapped your boyfriend, Johnny Joestar, his turquoise eyes glaring daggers at you. "Remember when I told you to avoid him and every man that isn't Gyro or I?! Do you remember Y/N?!" The glare that he shot towards you was one filled with hate, no love resting behind his eyes.

Continung to berate you, he raised his voice, "Get the fuck over here now! Don't use me not being able to walk as an excuse to stay away from me!" His patience was running thin, entire body stiff to the core as you stared at him, terrified to move. "Are you fucking deaf!?"

      You always stayed far away from him when he was angry, back pressed against the harshly cold hotel wall, body visibly shaking. His loud voice filled the small hotel room, causing fear to bubble up inside of you. You couldn't stand being yelled at by him.. why was he so jealous? Never would you dare to cheat on him. The conversation with Diego was nothing more than you asking him questions about his past. What was so terrible about that? A simple, harmless conversation?

You shook your head once, keeping your eyes on him as you kept your back firmly against the wall. Your legs were too scared to move; no, they wouldn't move because they knew that he was going to hurt you. Fuck Gyro, you know that he was the reason that Johnny knew about your little conversation. Your hunch was correct - when Johnny wasn't stalking you and watching your every move Gyro was, not giving you even a single second of privacy. If you knew that your freedom and privacy were going to be taken away then you would have stayed single.

Not even in the bathroom did you get privacy, forced to keep the door open as you do your private business. Closing doors were forbidden, Johnny felt as if he should be able to see all parts of you, including your most private parts. You despised him so much for that, always watching, wearing a little smirk on his face at your discomfort and humiliation.

"I am going to beat the shit out of you if you don't bring your fucking ass over here and stand in front of me! Get over here now!" He screamed, snatching his blue hat off of his head, revealing messy chestnut blonde hair. "We've been together five goddamn months, you know what does and doesn't get you beat!"

       If Gyro were here, he would have already dragged you over to him, leaving once Johnny had his hands securely wrapped around your wrist, light beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he waited for Gyro to leave, only being able to hit and scream at you when he had you alone. He hid the truth, hitting you in places that were hidden beneath your clothes, giving you harsh glances when no one was looking to indicate that when he had you alone you were going to regret displeasing him. This relationship was pure hell, pure hell that you were forced to endure because you couldn't leave him. You've tried, him or Gyro always seemed to find you within hours.

    You forced yourself to find the strength to move, slowly stalking over to him with no anticipation in your step. You saw the light beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his hands resting on his lap, balling into fists so tight that you could see the white of his knuckles. You stood directly in front of him, eyes wide with fear as he stared you down. The silence made you nervous, goose flesh forming on your arms, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

True fear wasn't a monster hiding in your closet with plans of scaring you, fear was a crazed man being so obsessed with you that he controlled and stalked every little part of your life, more then ready to attack when you stepped out of the perfect little line that he created for you to stay behind. Why wouldn't he just allow you to be yourself? You wanted to go out and feel the sun on your skin. You wanted to make friends and laugh with others. Ever since meeting Johnny, you're only allowed to do things while he is present, and he would rather have you locked away and hidden from the world. So badly, did you want to leave. You wanted to be free.

        "If you're so scared of me, then why don't you listen to me?! Talking to Diego was unacceptable, and you know that! You are beautiful, Y/N, so beautiful that guys will want to steal you away from me!" He raised his hand behind you, placing two sharp smacks on your bottom, leaving a dark red handprint and a harsh string behind. You flinched but stayed in front of him, hands hanging limply by your side.

"You're stupid for what you've done, so stupid! You know better!" His contiuned, palm smacking away at your upper thighs, three harsh smacks going on each thigh. "Don't you know better?! Or do I have to bear your ass and beat you with a riding crop!?"

       Tears filled your eyes, your body flinching at each painful smack, your clothes providing some protection, but you still felt every harsh blow. "I do know better, I'm sorry, Johnny! I promise that I won't do it again, I'll just stay by you at all times!" You begged him, knowing exactly what he wanted from you. So, in order to spare yourself a beating, you would beg. "Please don't use the riding crop on me, I'll be good! Please give me one more chance!" You resisted the urge to rub your stinging bottom and thighs, knowing that would only anger him.

       "If you ever do this again, I promise that I'll put you in the hospital! Don't you ever fucking test me again, I am not a man that will tolerate you walking all over me! You are my girlfriend, my property and you will listen to me!" He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. "You almost got fucking killed, you know that? Do you want to be my wife or do you want to be buried six feet underground? Those are your only two choices."

      "I want to be your wife. Nothing more and nothing else, I was put on this earth to be your wife," you told him, feeling as if you were reading lines off of a script. You made your tone sound believable, knowing that even though you didn't want him, you knew that you had to still be with him. You could learn to love him.. that's what you tell yourself so you can fall asleep at night, the thought of being with a crazy man that could snap and kill you at any time for any possible reason still on your mind, ticking away at your sanity.

       "That's what I thought.. only I can love you. Only I can make you happy and give you what you need," Johnny said, raising his hand to caress your cheek, his face instantly softening once you said the words that he wanted to hear. "Now that we are happy again, come lay on the bed. I am tired, it's time we go to bed."