#whining warning

[kayvsworld]

I went. To the freezer to get an ice pack for the migraine to save me to save my life. And the entire fridge has died and nothing is cold and we won’t get a replacement until tomorrow what if I WALK INTO THE SEA NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN

[platoapproved]

— And he hadn't told me. — I did, once. He didn't hear it.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[bonefall]

no joke you turned star flower into one of my least favorite characters into one of my favorites. this is why i follow you and this is why its important to talk about this stuff. even when people are aware of these issues, it can be hard to see just how deep they run until somebody points it out

Star Flower deserves better, most of the cast of DOTC deserves better but Star Flower, Snake, and Bumble deserve the most better

She didn't DO anything man. She's not even that mean. It's super popular for people to just end up absolutely hating her because of Thunder being jealous and angry at her, but she didn't fuckin "betray" anyone, and everything Thunder is saying about her is SUPER messed up and should really have been examined!

Like... how do they unironically write Thunder looking at Star Flower, saying "YOU ONLY LIKE MY DAD BECAUSE HE REMINDS YOU OF YOUR FATHER" and just let that hang in the air?? And leave Clear Sky's internal monologue about how she's going to obey him, be more loyal to him than his "own kin" (Thunder) whomst he's actively abusing, and how he finally has someone who won't question him?

I need her to get therapy, man. I need her and Thunder to get therapy and Clear Sky to blow up.

[novantinuum]

gnawing at the bars of my cage

can we please Stop telling SU blind reactors all the fandom drama and SU crit that came out of every episode so we can allow them to just enjoy the show like a normal person at their own leisure and make their Own opinions thank u

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: injury

“I thought I was supposed to be the idiot who doesn’t know when to stop?” Nico snaps, dragging a heavily battered and bleeding Jason Grace through camp by the (likely broken) wrist. “You’re supposed to be the one telling me to knock it off, you’re supposed to be the one babysitting me, why would you make me be in your shoes, huh? Are you trying to teach me a lesson, Grace? Because fuck you, it’s working.” 

Jason has the audacity to huff out laughter as if there isn’t a concerning amount of blood staining the back of his shirt. As if his temple isn’t swelling into a lime sized lump, as if his bones aren’t fractured under his skin, Nico can feel how displaced they are, he’s going to be sick about it later. Probably. Maybe. 

“I hate you so much,” Nico says. This is what he gets for thinking Annabeth and Percy would be enough to keep an eye on Jason. What was he thinking? Leaving Jason in the hands of a woman who fell off two cliffs and a man who Nico had to shove in the River Styx so he wouldn’t get himself killed. Of fucking course neither of them thought Jason looking this bad was anything to worry about - they probably look worse. 

Nico cannot think about that right now. He can only drag one stupid self-sacrificial hero across camp at a time. 

“It’s really not that bad,” Jason says, still like he’s laughing, laughing, Nico’s going to shove ambrosia down his throat until he’s better and then kill him. “Nico, relax?” 

A rageful heat Nico hasn’t felt in years sparks up his spine. Relax? Relax? “I’ll relax when you’re not bleeding out,” he says sharply, rounding the volleyball courts. The grass crunches beneath his feet. He can feel, far below, skeletons creaking, moving about in their graves. Responding to him. 

He breathes deeply, but oxygen only fuels the fire. 

“I’m sorry,” Jason says, this time like he almost means it. His wrist goes slack in Nico’s hold, as he finally stops resisting and instead lets Nico’s yank become a guiding line instead. “I’m sorry.” 

The one thing Nico never did, when he was self destructing, was apologize for it. The fact that Jason feels the need to, with him, makes his rage boil over into a sick, sticky slop in his stomach. 

“Apologize to me when you can promise you won’t do this again,” Nico says as he shoves open the Big House door. 

Jason stays quiet all the way up to the infirmary. 

As the Apollo kids flit around him on the cot, Nico looms, arms crossed, eyes narrowed to watch every movement, to make sure Jason doesn’t let them miss anything. 

[stergeon]

Premise: Seventy years after the events of Silver Snow, Byleth and Claude reunite on a farm in Almyra.

Rating: Teen and Up (old man angst; language; Tense Situations)

Chapters: 4 of 7 (6 with an epilogue)

Words: 16k (53k cumulative)

Chapter Summary: In the wake of an assassination attempt on his son, the King of Almyra, Khalid does his best to keep up morale and maintain an air of normalcy. But between fears of a potential attack on the farm and the unrelenting rains that threaten to cause disaster for the nearby village, he's got his work cut out for him.

That's not to mention all of the strange happenings surrounding the professor recently. It makes sense that people would start asking questions when memories conflict with reality, or when age-old afflictions suddenly abate. Although they aren't demanding them yet, they'll want answers soon, but how can Khalid tell them the truth when he doesn't know it himself?

The professor is changing, too, and as much as Khalid hates to admit it, he's growing afraid of who she's becoming—or whatever it is she's been this whole time.

[arsenicflame]

heartbreaking! the tags and summary sound like the best fic in the world but it also sounds like it completely demonises Ed :(

[kayvsworld]

the iron man suit is so cool……I can’t believe tony built that with his hands and brain very neat

[dhmis-autism]

I think Red Guy is interesting too I think it's because he's the most likely to play along until he suddenly isn't. Yellow has specific things he plays along with and things he doesn't, Duck doesn't like to play along at all, and Red... plays along until he gets fed up with it. And then when he's done, he just explodes. And then he's fine again. I imagine his inner monologue is complete nonsense until he's annoyed

HES SO WEIRD TO ME!! In the webseries and show both lol, his parts or parts focusing on him have always left me the most confused.

Him being annoyed with certain things always seems to come out of nowhere for me and be totally unreadable beforehand (though like. that could be the autism . _ . ). I think a lot about his jokey pivot from "You- You said you weren't gonna talk to him like that anymore :(" to "I'M DEALING WITH IT" like every time he's annoyed in the series it genuinely feels as jarring to me as that.

I think the only times I was able to get where his head was at was when it was clearly telegraphed to my little baby brain like in the Computer ep in the webseries.

There are some episodes especially in the series like, at the start of Transport, he starts off the episode already exasperated/restless. Nobody else is, just him? It's so weird to me. I would say same with the Jobs ep? Though it kind of mirrors him at the beginning of Time, where he's just annoyed at his routine being interrupted right? But then in Jobs he winds up being one of the two who goes along with everything the most, contrast that with Transport where he stays restless the whole episode.

I DONT GET YOU RED MAN I DONT UNDERSTAND YOU AT ALLLL WEH

^^^ AN ENIGMA.

Like, Duck I get. Full of himself ( I think Joe and Baker in one interview called him delusional 😭), lots of weird rules in his head that only he can make sense of, let's keep this organized, let's keep things right, super blunt, missing half the social cues in the room. That's so easy.

Yellows also again, SO easy for me to get a grip on. Super empathetic,super curious, thoughtful and easy for people to get on with at first, occasionally drops cryptic shit, has a very clear disconnect between his complex thoughts and what winds up coming out through the limited vocabulary of their world ( when charged, this disconnect goes the other way, using wildly out of world words and concepts and not catching how uncomfortable he's making everyone at first) LIKE. I GET IT.

The MOST I can get about Red is that he's definitely got a theme of isolation going? He's got this weird longing to be with people like him ,visually at least, but anytime he is, he's IMMIDIATELY rejected. ( Family ep and Dreams ep) He's way goofier than people remember like Yellow and Duck are down for bits always but on a good day so is he. He gets real looney with it he gets real goofy with it. ( HE MADE THOSE HAND PUPPETS IN THE WEBSERIES!! HES A SILLY GUY) He's also like? weirdly shy about weird stuff? Like, in electricity during his little talk with Duck he won't even LOOK at him when he's saying he likes looking at him?? WHAT IS THIS?? God he's so weird to me I don't get him at all. THATS ALL I COULD TELL U ABOUT HIM. LIKE AT ALL. I DONT GET ITTT

[speedlimit15]

me being in my room is like. trying to avoid being beholden to others as much as humanly possible and yet i still cannot put down my phone because if i miss an important text or god forbid an important phone call (which i only ever answer from 3 people anyway) i will feel the same guilt as if i killed someone. and also my sister texts me like this when we’re in a talking period

and my phone will go off 50-60 times in the span of ten minutes and she notices and gets sad/mad/lonely to the point of despair if i put it on do not disturb.

so basically i can’t rest or focus on anything else because i am expected to be always Available and all ten animals want my attention all day especially seabass who i am allergic to and who wants to hump me all the time and tears up the carpet and shits in judy’s room if i close the door so he can’t get in. and i don’t have my own car during the day so i can’t go anywhere public transport fucking sucks here it’s too cold and far to walk anywhere and basically i want to throw my phone into the ocean

can’t even make a fucking post it’s constant I NEED TO LIVE IN A CAVE WHERE NOBODY CAN FIND ME

[daenystheedreamer]

What about Edmure "My people; they were afraid" Tully? /hj

DOWN WITH NOBLESSE OBLIGE!!!

[samuelroukin]

someone tell me to edit my chapter(s) before i just finish writing the whole thing which could take anywhere from 3 to 300 business days

[dxsole]

also realized that if one of my muses has a crush (whether it is unrequited or the other person is just oblivious) its a disaster

Gideon likes you? Gyles will come out and tell you point blank bc he cannot STAND to hear Gideon's pining and now you have to deal with a giant tiger man yelling at you. Freida? She's the clumsy girl in a rom-com and will accidentally hurt you seven different ways because she gets all awkward around you. Didi? She's at the end of your bed like a sleep paralysis demon no i will not explain. Truman? he is dreaming about eating you. Philo?? He'll let you hit him with a hammer apparently. Lawrence?? bitch you don't even want to KNOW.

[revenantghost]

*grumbles* I hate having nonsensical squicks/triggers that pull me out of reading a really good fic 3:<

[gen-is-gone]

I can't go five minutes in DW fandom without people being just atrociously mean about things that I love with the blissful unawareness of majority mainstream opinion holders that the people they're being mean about are like. In the space with them. And this in a space full of ardent fans of arguably some of the most esoteric obscure side stuff that everyone else disdains or doesn't even know. And I'm having fun for the most part but also like. It's just exhausting, constantly goddamn exhausting.