#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.

[neurantics-theythem]

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

Youtube

[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

[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

[likeburningcoal]

I work with older people who constantly make jokes about “being too ADD to have any distractions while working” and “oh I looked at my phone while working, I’m so ADD”. You know the kind.

Meanwhile, I, who am actively looking into diagnosis for ADHD because I’m 99% sure I have it, am listening to and singing along to FOB at 1.5x speed while writing paperwork because that is sometimes the only way to stimulate my brain enough to get it to focus on said paperwork.

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 39 - Tortures of Pleasure |Risotto x Reader Extreme Lemon|

Warning: strong language, dirty talk, vibrator torture, BDSM [tied up, light smacking], dom/sub relationship [during sex], humiliation, nasty/rough sex, threats. MA.

Reality was quickly melting away around you, the large vibrator pushing into your clit with more force, rubbing violent circles. You pulled at your restraints weakly, the chains rattling, pulling against your bound wrist and ankles. "Risotto," you cried out, "I can't take it anymore!" You already found yourself wanting to cum, your pussy leaking, dying to be fucked.

Risotto wore a grin on his face, standing completely nude over you. His massive cock stood erect, twitching everytime you spoke to him. With his free hand, he grasped your right breast, roughly pulling at your erect nipple, his other hand continung to stimulate your throbbing clit. "You can take it," he replied, voice demanding. "Look at you now, taking it like a good girl. Doesn't it feel good on your pretty clit?"

"I want you," you whined, pulling a little more aggressively at the chains as the vibrator slipped up your slick clit, moving at a more rapid pace then before. "Hey!" Your body jerked up, a chuckle escaping his lips as he turned the setting on high. "You're being so mean right now!" You fucking loved being teased and used.

A taunting laugh escaped his lips, a deep laugh that sent chills down your spine, your pussy leaking juices, being unable to contain itself. You couldn't take it, your clit painfully throbbing, entire body twitching. It felt so fucking good, the intense throb sending you over the edge. All you wanted was for him to stop, but you also wanted for him to keep going. Being used, being his toy felt so fucking good. You loved it.

Freeing your breast, he roughly smacked the soft piece of flesh. When you opened your mouth to speak, three fingers shoved into your mouth, fingering your throat. Low gags escaped your mouth as his fingers fucked your throat, his smirk turning into a grin that you could only describe as sadistic.

"Look at you," he spoke loudly, voice filled with an overpowering dominance. "You're all mine. I wouldn't have let you say no, I would have found a way to convince you to stay. Convince you that you belong to me. To us." He nodded, referring to the entire team as he twisted and pressed the vibrator, not caring about your silent pleas. "You need to be patient, I'll put my dick inside of my pussy whenever I feel like it. I might deny you tonight."

Hot tears filled your eyes as you attempted to shake your head, your body twitching underneath him, the vibrator causing you an equal amount of torture and pleasure. Fuck - you couldn't take this anymore. You couldn't ask for permission to cum, Risottos large fingers pushing in and out of your throat, making it impossible to talk. You gagged roughly, spit running from the sides of your mouth as you finally exploded, your juices wetting his sheets as you continued to struggle underneath him. Fuck - you loved this so fucking much.

"Aw, so cute," he cooed, licking his lips as he slipped his fingers out of your mouth, slipping them into his own mouth as he moved to the edge of the bed. He gave your left foot a tickle, his fingers lightly tracing against your foot.

A laugh escaped your lips, your face heating up as the vibrator lowered, the black wand pushing into your entrance, forcing its way in. "P-please Risotto," you whined, a pained moaned escaping your lips as the ball of the wand pushed fully inside of you, opening you up nice and wide for him.

"I always knew you were ticklish," he observed, a manic laugh escaping his lips as he worked the vibrator in and out of your hole. "I should leave you tied up all night with this vibrator deep inside of you. It would be such a pretty sight to watch your body twitch all night."

Knowing exactly what he desired, you immediately gave in with your begging, lazily pulling at the chains that bound your wrist. Twitching, you stared at him, his large nude frame casting a shadow over your over stimulated figure. "Please don't," you begged, "please fuck me! I want you inside of - ow!" You stopped talking as he roughly smacked the inside of your thigh, sloppy wet sounds coming from your pussy as he picked up the pace, violently thrusting the wand in and out. In and out. In and out. It was was repeative, you found yourself pulling at the chains with a little more agressision. You were so overstimulated, so overwhelmed with pleasure, tears spilling from your eyes, your vision blurring. "Please!"

"Do you think this is just fucking?" He questioned, voice suddenly growing dark, almost threatening. "I do not fuck you anymore. I make love to you, every sexual thing I do to you is out of a burning love for you! If you want me inside of you, ask correctly or you'll be tied up and left her until the sun rises!" Three swats reigned down on the front of your pussy, the vibrator roughly bouncing back and forth.

Apologetically, you nodded your head, allowing yourself to fully submit to him. "So sorry," you whined, "make love to me, please! Please, I want you inside of me really badly!" The tears continued to stream down your face, eyes pleading up at him, begging for mercy, legs beginning to shake. The wet sounds of your pussy were causing you so much fucking humiliation, your juices continuing to leak out of you, your pussy making obscene noises.

"As you wish," he replied, turning the vibrator off, snatching it out of you, lining his face up immediately with your pussy. Wasting no time, he opened his mouth, knowing exactly what was coming. He knew your body better than you yourself did.

Not being able to hold back, your pussy let out all of it's trapped juices. You squirted all over his face, soaking him and filling his mouth. Shock spread over your face, your mouth hanging open, body lightly twitching as you stared at him. "Risotto!" You gasped out in a panic, eyes growing wide as he licked his lips, falling on top of you in seconds.

"Mine," he growled, face burying in your breasts, coating them with your sticky pleasure that stained his chin. "You taste so fucking good." Without warning, he pushed himself inside of yoy, rapidly pumping in and out, head moving back and forth as he fondled your breasts. "You love me. Fucking say it. Now."

You gasped, his large length shocking your sore entrance, walls immediately tightening around him. "I love you!" You cried out, pussy making loud fart noises mixed in with the wetness. "Oh god," you sobbed, feeling utterly humiliated, not knowing your pussy could make such sick noises.

"That's what I like to hear," he spoke loudly, pumping in and out of you at a lightning speed, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, holding you in place as he pumped his massive cock in and out of your hole. "You're my good girl. I'd kill for you, I'd slaughter millions. I only care about you and the team. All I fucking need. Eternally. You'll never escape."

The sheets beneath you were soaked, the wetness feeling cold against your bare ass, sheets sticking to you. "I'd never leave," you cried. "I love you! I don't know what I'd do without you all!" That statement was the sad truth. It hadn't even been a year yet, and you feel as if you've known these men your entire life. You'd never admit this, but you'd be so lost without them.

"Good." He raised his head, his face dropping to yours, inches away. "You wanna cum all over my cock? You're so.. fucking sexy. Cum for your capo."

Obeying him, your entire body jerked violently as you released again. You slammed your lips into his, giving him a quick, sloppy kiss before pulling away, your head falling onto the pillow. Painfully, your clit throbbed, but the pain felt good, the painful throb making everything much more intense.

With a grin on his lips, he shoved his tongue down your throat, exploring your mouth as he came deep inside of you. Sloppily, he gave five more pumps into your g-spot as he pulled out. He pulled away from your mouth slightly, licking up the saliva that ran down your chin. "Fucking perfect," he growled, "that was fucking perfect."

A relived sigh escaped your lips as he unlocked your wrists from their restrains, your arms weakly falling to your sides. Your pussy painfully throbbed, leaking a mixture of his cum and yours onto the soaked sheets. "You were amazing." You've taken note that all seven of your boyfriends loved being complimented after sex, so you always made sure to do, unless Illuso or Formaggio were fucking you, to which you always gave them silence. Fuck those two. "That was fun." You really, really meant it this time. Being sexually tortured and him having all the control felt amazing, even if you were sore.

"I'm going to keep your ankles tied up for a little longer," he replied, laying down on his side next to you, fingertips softly tracing your stomach, squeezing.

"Stop doing that," you whined, poking out your bottom lip. You were comfortable with your body and how you looked, but you felt a little embarrassed. It was still so hard to get used to all of this attention.

"No," he muttered, sitting up. "I'll touch you wherever because I love every perfect inch of you." He leaned down, placing soft kisses on your stomach. "Maybe I'll tie your wrists back up and kiss all over your naked body a while." His kisses traced down your stomach, kissing the top of your pussy.

You moaned, but you shook your head, knowing that your body wouldn't be able to take it. "I'm sorry, touch me whenever and wherever." This was a side of him that you definitely weren't used to, but you liked it. Seeing this new side of him made you love him even more.

"Good girl," he praised, "but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to still kiss you all over. Lucky for you, I'll let you keep your wrists untied for being so sweet." A laugh escaped his lips as he lowered his head to your clit, peppering your clit with kisses. "Get ready for round two. And three. And four. We're going all night."

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Risottos POV

Risotto had his arms wrapped around your bare waist, your head buried in his chest, soundly sleeping in his arms. You had your legs intertwined with his, your right ankle wrapped around his left one, the other leg thrown around his waist. Your arms were tucked against his chest, resting on his abs.

Loving you had given his life a whole new meaning, giving him something that actually made him happy. These rare opportunities alone with you were moments that he very much loved and treasured. Always have you been something of interest and fascination to him ever since he laid his eyes on you, but that fascination had turned into a love that others may describe as obsessive. You seemed to appreciate the way that he was, accepting him to the fullest.

At first, he had worries of you betraying the team, a feeling that he'd felt with every member in the beginning, aside from Prosciutto. So he followed you, stalking you. One time, he ran into Pesci following you, and multiple times had he caught Melone shamelessly watching you, to which you would always catch him. Never once did you catch Risotto, but he had a feeling that you were aware of him. You were very well behaved, never interacting with strangers and always keeping your head down.

Now, his stalking of you was merely a hobby and a way to get to know you better. He trusted you now just as he trusted all six members of his team. Your performance during work always seemed well, and most importantly, you understood that this was permanent. Never could you break up with them, pack your bags, and leave - you were bound to them eternally, just as they were eternally bound to you. It was nice having someone having a new purpose in life outside of being the best damn capo in Passione. Now, his second purpose in life was to love and protect you, especially given that you deserved it for being such a good girlfriend to him.

Putting a ring on your finger was of urgency to him, but he had a new obstacle stopping him. Before he made you accept a proposal, he wanted for you to at least learn to like Formaggio and Illuso. With Prosciutto, you seemed to be growing a little fond of him, and that was just as good as love. He was patiently waiting for you to start to at least tolerate Formaggio and Illuso. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to wait for too long. He wouldn't pressure you in fears of scaring you off.

Stirring in his arms, your legs unwrapped from his, your head slowly rising from his chest. "Hey," you muttered, a low groan escaping his lips as you buried your head back into his chest.

"Hello, beautiful," he replied back, placing a kiss on the top of your head. Last night was special, he still feels so fucking high off the euphoria of the entire night. Last night bonded the two of you permanently. "How did you sleep? Do you want to sleep in my arms more often?" He had to make more time for you. No, he needed to make more time for you. He fucking craves you so deeply.

"Yes, beautiful," you mumbled, throwing your leg over his waist.

"Just stay in my arms," he told you, his grip around your waist tightening, ignoring the fact that you called him beautiful. "We don't need to get up yet." He just wanted to hold you in his arms a little bit longer. Feel your warmth, your embrace. He's never found himself craving anyone as badly as he craved you.

"I'll make you breakfast later," you replied, voice low. You still sounded exhausted, which was understandable given he fucked your brains out last night. "Bacon n shit. I want to make extra to give Prosciutto."

A satisfied hum escaped his lips. It was a good sign that you were thinking of Prosciutto as well, given your rocky relationship with him. You were a very good little wife already, always cooking for them and cleaning. You were taking care of them, which was something Risotto never told you to do. So quickly, you just fell into the role, as if you were made to be theirs. He'd give you whatever you asked for, as long as it was within reason. You deserved to be treated well by him. He had nothing to worry about.

All his fears washed away last night. Your acceptance and love of him was all he needed to open himself up to you fully. Of course, he was hesitant at first. He was a capo with a lot of secrets, and letting someone into his personal space was risky. He was so fucking glad that you killed those men in front of him on the first night he laid eyes on you. You were a killer, just like him, though he only killed when he was paid to or if was necessary. He'd kill to protect you, with no questions asked. He'd kill any strange man or woman that dared approached you.

"Bacon," you muttered again, arms wrapping around his waist. "You need to stay big and strong, hm? Maybe I should make sausage too, you need your meat."

"For you," he replied, placing another kiss on top of your head. "You don't need to worry about making Prosciutto extras and taking it to his place. You can just invite him over. It would be nice to have breakfast with Prosciutto as well as you." He would like to discuss a new hit with Prosciutto this morning, and he didn't mind if you were present and listening to them discuss business, as long as you didn't try and add something in. All you needed to do was sit back and let the men handle everything, and so far, you have. "Make anything you'd like."

"Okay," you mumbled, "love you. I'll only sleep for a tad bit longer. Just wake me up whenever you want, please."

Risotto glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, it reading 6AM. More than likely, he'd allow you to wake yourself up, not wanting to disturb your sleep. If you slept past 10, then he could just get something from the bakery that was 20 minutes away from his house. He didn't mind if you rested, given that he had never seen you rest. Now that he thinks of it, he never sees you doing anything that would relax you aside from listening to music. Maybe you needed a little vacation, some fun in your life. He'd think about having one of the other men take you somewhere.

Hearing you say that you loved him made the blood rush to his cheeks, a light red blushing across his face that he was thankful that you couldn't see. "I love you too," he whispered, watching as you fell back asleep in his arms.

[blvckentropy]

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What happens when 8 teens meet in Rehab?