Normalize disabled voices

Echolalia, monotone voices, stuttered speech, slurred speech, labored breathing between words and sentences, mechanical AAC voices,  AAC or sign users who consider those to be their voices, selectively mute voices, disorganized speech, speech with vocal tics, speech considered to be of “inappropriate volume”, speech with vocal stims, all disabled voices and the ways they present

Normalize disabled voices

I want Keith to notice something’s up with Lance. I want him to notice how Lance’s eyes don’t light up nearly as bright anymore as they did before, how his smiles seem strained and fake, like he’s putting up a mask for everyone else’s benefit.

I want Keith to find Lance one late night back in the control room looking at the map of stars and somewhere in there is earth.

I want them to talk and eventually Lance starts pouring out his insecurities.

And all the while Keith is just looking at him confused and he interrupts Lance and starts spilling out about how great Lance is, and how he really is the team’s sharpshooter and pretty much the heart of their team and if it wasn’t for him none of them would be where they are now with Voltron and a family and just…everything.

And he doesn’t realize he’s gone off on a tangent until he stops and his breathing is labored and he realizes it’s gone quiet and the overdue anxiety comes back tenfold as he realizes Lance is silent.

He chances a look up to see Lance with eyes shining and watery and he could’ve sworn he saw a blush across his cheeks too but he’s not given a second glance before he turns away, face burning, hoping what he just said didn’t ruin whatever tentative friendship they had before.

And he’s pretty sure his face is burning when he feels soft lips press against his cheek and hear a small thank you and Lance is leaving the room quickly with his shoulders hunched and fists clenched in embarrassment. And Keith is just sitting there definitely sure his face is the same color as his lion but he holds up fingers to press against the spot where Lance kissed and before he knows it he’s up and running to catch up with Lance.

*sigh* SINCE THE WRITERS COULDNT DO IT, i will write the scenes after keith tells the team he’s got galra blood

i have no hate for the writers actually tho, this is bc i wanted to write something and this seemed a good choice!!!


The room was quiet around Keith, the only sound his labored breathing.

It hadn’t gone over too well. He himself hadn’t been surprised, no, he’d come to grasp the fact and slowly been accepting it over time. Hours in the medlab at night studying his own genealogy and casual questions for Coran made him feel slightly better and more confident about it himself, but that didn’t stop the dread of knowing that Shiro knew now. Shiro, who’s life had been all but utterly destroyed by the Galra. It wasn’t his burden to bear, and Keith felt terrible.

The team had been quiet when he told them, Shiro’s hand reassuring on his shoulder, warm. He didn’t want to hide it, and telling them was like letting a waterfall out of his mouth. The words just came. The tension in the air after he was done was palpable. Allura was staring at him in slight shock, but mostly anger. Hunk and Pidge were staring at him as well, questions swimming visibly in their eyes. Lance was the only one who wouldn’t look at him.

That hurt. For some reason, Lance not being able to look him in the eye was terrifying. He had counted on Lance to make a joke, to lighten the mood, but he said nothing. More than it hurt, it scared him.

Allura’s voice was sharp as she dismissed them and told them to go get some sleep, to rest. As if, he scoffed in his mind. She looked at him only once, and it wasn’t friendly. Hunk smiled at him as they all started to leave, which cheered Keith up slightly, and Shiro nodded at him as if to say he was proud. Lance disappeared. Coran caught him in the hall and confessed he had guessed it already - Keith wasn’t very subtle at times. Coran’s reassurance was comforting but his room was still cold and dark and silent. Pidge stopped by, to say goodnight, but Keith caught the way her eyes roamed him as f to catch signs of being purple or furry. He tried to just say it was the scientist in her, but it was hard to convince himself.

He was trying to focus on Red’s mental purr, trying to calm down, when someone knocked on his door. He let them knock one more time, then stood and opened it.

Lance, looking at him with tired eyes. Keith stood and waited, biting his lip and trying not to panic.

“Lets go swim.” Lance said quietly, and Keith furrowed his brow unconsciously, questioning.

“We should sleep.” He said, but Lance shook his head.

“I can’t sleep and neither can you. Let’s go swim.” He almost sounded desperate. Keith stared, then nodded quietly, going back into his room to change.

Swimming had become a coping method for them. It was a silent, unspoken tradition that if a battle was rough, they’d meet in the pool. Upside down, it was hard to swim normally but the water was comforting, the echo of the room and the lapping of water. Keith thought Lance liked it more than he did, after a few comments and then some silent moments where he would go away, in his mind, to somewhere else that had a beach and was warm.

He met Lance in the elevator, the ride quiet and then they made their way to the pool. They were silent as Keith fiddled with the panel on the wall, flipping the pool to normal for them. Sometimes they would leave it to try and laugh, but he felt now was not the time.

Lance was already in the water when Keith turned around, the lights dimmed in their own simulation of night. The sound of soft splashes filled the air, and Keith sat on the edge and dipped his feet in.

“When I was a kid-” Lance started to talk, quiet, floating on his back and staring at the ceiling. “-a lot of people were mad at me because I wasn’t American.”

This was news. Keith shut his mouth and listened.

“I lived in America, studied there on a student visa from Cuba.” He sighed. “A lot of people gave me shit for it, and I wanted to give up a lot. But I couldn’t, because my mom was waiting at home and I promised her I would make it.” He sounded a little wistful.

“People told me to go home, called me dirty, other slurs. People suck sometimes, especially because I hung out with Hunk and he’s from Hawaii. Xenophobia sucks major dick. I know. I’m sorry I was silent today.” Keith decided to speak up.

“It’s alright.” He said. “I expected it.” He hadn’t. Not from Lance.

“I was surprised.” He straightened himself upright, swimming to the edge by Keith’s legs and looking up at him intensely. “But it doesn’t change my opinion of you. You’re still Keith, you’re impulsive and do cool things and are a great pilot and you’ll still annoy the shit out of me, no matter what you are.” Keith blinked, choking back a laugh of relief or terror, he couldn’t tell.

“Lance-” He said, and Lance shook his head.

“Actually nah, that was a lie. You don’t annoy me. Maybe a little, but you really don’t in general.”.

Keith slid off the wall into the water and grabbed Lance, pulling him into a hug. He felt awkward doing it, but did anyways. Lance hesitated, then hugged him back.

“Lance.” Keith said, blinking more to hide the tears. “Thank you.”

“Yea.” Lance said quietly, letting him hug. “Of course.”

“Sorry.” Keith pulled back, separating them. “I just-”

“It’s fine.” Lance interrupted, and it was quiet as they smiled at each other.

“We’re still space ranger partners.” Lance said, holding his fist out and grinning a little, and Keith choked, then laughed quietly.

“Space ranger partners.” He said, lifting his own fist to bump Lance’s.


Logan and William in Westworld 1x05 “Contrapasso”

for @asweetdeception

[M] Open Up.

Pairing: Yoongi / Reader

Summary: Honesty is the best policy, Yoongi reckons and you…Well, you tend to agree.

Count: 1.4 k

Warning(s): Smut. Also, this gives me CEO!Yoongi vibes so heads up because I’m wrecked by it. 

A/N: I was writing something else then I thought about Yoongi for like two seconds and oops…  (@full-time-dino; suffer) 

Originally posted by yooingi

The silence in the room weighed heavy upon your shoulders, disappearing temporarily with every one of your labored breaths.

“I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn,” He shrugged, the pad of his thumb swiping over the head of his cock to collect a bead of precum, “Just tell me what you want.” He said, pressing the slicked thumb against your bitten lips waiting for them to part obediently so he could press it against your tongue. It was almost generous of him to let you savor the familiar taste, even if it was just for a moment. You knew it was a taunt, a harsh reminder of everything your pride was keeping you from but still, your eyes closed in an effort to concentrate on the faint taste of Yoongi that lingered.

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Maybe Some Day >

Maybe Some Day

Cassian Andor

Soulmate AU

In which you see colors whenever you touch your soulmate, only if it’s skin-on-skin contact.


Originally posted by fuckyeahrebelcaptain

Cassian watched you as you slowed your labored breathing down, your eyes shut as your hands trembled. The message had gotten through, and for a moment, you had thought the plans were never going to make it through the shield, that all your work was for nothing.

That all those lives were lost for nothing.

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Why don’t we ever see Steve struggling to come to terms with his new body? (I know why but just listen ok I need this)

As someone who also had a list of problems with my body I know that physical pain and discomfort easily trigger dissociation, so I think it’s likely that Steve would already be familiar with dissociation when his body changes.

And yeah, his new body is great – no aches and pains, no labored breaths – but it is RADICALLY different than the body he’s had his entire life. I mean he’s like 4 times as massive literally. How can ANYONE go through that without feeling a massive disconnect from their body, let alone someone who already has a history of dissociation.

To top it all off, instead of having time to recover and come to terms with his new form, he goes right into the action of getting turned into an icon rather than a person, then goes to war.

All I’m saying is that Steve Rogers must still be experiencing a deep disconnect from his body, he likely still acts like a small, sickly kid, constantly forgetting that he’ll never be again what was once so familiar.

Chronical Illness Translation: I'm okay

When you are chronically ill, your definition of “I’m doing okay” or “I’m alright” has to change. When people ask you, “How are you?” or “How are you feeling?”, the answer is actually, usually, rather unwell… but you don’t want to make things awkward or make the topic of your health part of the conversation so you either say “I’m okay” or “I’m alright”.

Just now I had a moment where my mom called me and asked me how I was feeling, the truth is I’m sinking into bed with severe fatigue, muscle cramps, joint pain, some nausea/migraine, and labored breathing & dizziness but because my pain levels are not screamingly intolerable, I answered “I’m alright”; to which she asked if I could go out and run an errand.

I had to all of a sudden clarify, “I’m alright as in I don’t need an ambulance at this very moment, I’m stable but I’m not currently physically able to do a task like that.”


Please help.
This is Sprite. She is my emotional support animal. She’s incredibly loving and affectionate and has helped me through a lot of dark times that I don’t think I would have made it through otherwise.
Recently she has developed breathing problems. She is sneezing a lot and her breathing is labored at times and it is concerning to me.
I am currently unable to afford a vet bill. I am really concerned about Sprite but I can’t do anything without some help.

Please, if you can, please help me get Sprite to the vet.
Here’s the GoFundMe link:
And Paypal:

Please help or reblog!!

It was too much for Lena.

She suspected it.

Because Kara’s neck was way too defined and her shoulders were broad even though she always hunched her back. Plus that time Kara wore a backless dress to one of the galas Lena invited her to. Lena would be lying if she said she didn’t tripped over her own feet when she saw the rippling muscles.

But when she was picked up and placed on her desk in her office… Lena was sure she just died a little bit inside. Then she practically torn the shirt off of Kara, hungrily devouring the blonde’s body before her. She shuddered, watching taught and defined abdominal muscles shift and flex with every labored breath Kara took.

Guessing that your girlfriend worked out was one thing. Knowing, seeing and feeling it was a completely new experience. (Lena would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little jealous of Kara’s metabolism. Because she could eat whatever she wanted and however much she wanted. And Lena silently cursed all the galas and dinners for her soft stomach and thick thighs.)

She watched the muscles roll as Kara shrugged the shirt off, tearing Lena’s blouse in return, buttons flying everywhere; hiking the pencil skirt, bunching it around the brunette’s hips, before pushing Lena back to lie on the table.

She looked up at Kara, eyes heavy, chest heaving with deep breaths. The blonde was looking down at her, dark blue eyes and panting, hands sprawled on Lena’s thighs.

“I really hope that your office is soundproofed.” Kara rasped before bending down and placing wet open-mouthed kisses all over Lena’s stomach.

The CEO gasped, fingers tangling in thick blonde hair, before biting her lip and arching into the touch.

She couldn’t, for the life of her, remember if her office was indeed soundproof.

Or if they’d locked the door.

I’m sorry. I’ll stop.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Rebelcaptain - Cassian is romantically involved with someone else when he meets Jyn.

This Is How It Happens (We Are Born to Burn)

We are born to burn, she thinks.

As Jyn watches the horizon on fire, she thinks, this is how it happens, and her arms wrap tighter around Cassian. She thinks of her father’s biology lessons on Lah’mu when she was a child, thinks about cells fusing together and becoming one, and then a miracle sweeps them up into the sky.

As they break atmo, their bodies broken but alive, she watches his chest rise and fall with labored breaths and thinks, we are born to burn. She just thought that had meant Scarif.

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Belle wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that the Beast would be okay. But as she sat, his head cradled in her lap, she knew time was running out. It had already run out for Gaston, though that had caused her only a momentary pang of regret. He had been a horrible man. While she never would have wished his fate on anyone, she would not bother to waste tears or time on his memory.
The Beast, though, was another story. She didn’t want him to become a memory. She wanted him to stay there, with her, alive and well. She wanted to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was for inadvertently sending Gaston to the castle in the first place. Yet looking down at him, she knew that her chance to do that was quickly slipping away. The Beast’s breathing was labored and his eyes were shut tight, the pain clearly overwhelming his body. Softly, Belle reached down and ran her fingers along his cheek.
When the Beast felt her touch, his eyes opened. “You came back,” he said, looking at her with pure love. He lifted his paw and brushed back a lock of Belle’s hair.
“Of course I came back,” she said, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. “I’ll never leave you again.”
The Beast lifted his shoulders in the slightest shrug. Then he sighed. “I’m afraid it’s my turn to leave,” he said, his voice weak.
Belle shook her head. No! she wanted to shout. Fight! Don’t just give up! Not after all we’ve been through. It took me so long to find you. Despite her best efforts, the tears began to fall. The Beast’s head was growing heavier in her lap. As she stared down at him, she felt her heart already breaking. Against the odds, the Beast had shown her true beauty. He had shown her it was okay to be different. He had shown her it was okay to feel lost and made her realize how desperately she had wanted to be found. She had learned that things were not always what they seemed, that people could surprise you. He had given her the one thing she had always longed for—something more. And now? Now he was dying in her arms.
Struggling for words, Belle choked back a sob. “We’re together now,” she said. “It’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”
“At least I got to see you one last time,” he said. As he spoke, his paw dropped from Belle’s hair. His eyes closed. His breathing grew slower, and then it stopped altogether.
With another sob, Belle threw herself over the Beast’s still body. He was gone. And she had never told him she loved him.
—  The Beast’s death scene, from the BatB novelization (requested by anon)

Gif source:  Eric

Imagine having been insecure about your looks your whole life but when you join Dauntless Eric is totally into you and always says stuff like, “Your looks aren’t going to get you any special treatment here,” basically implying that you’re really pretty until you confront him about it, saying that you’ve never had anyone think that before and he doesn’t believe you.

——— Request for anon ———

“Pick up the pace,” Eric taunts, slowing his own speed to linger around where you were at the back of the pack of initiates led by Four. “Your looks aren’t going to get you any special treatment here, or any extra points on the ranking board.”

Letting out a labored breath, you speed your pace, just managing to pass him as you retort, “They never have before, so why would they now?” He lags behind you for a bit, but you don’t look back to see why until he easily passes you when his jogging speed picks up again.

Looking straight ahead, Eric’s voice is filled with a scoff as he replies, “I find that hard to believe.”

What if: Part Two


Sam Cortland had bruises everywhere. Arobynn had nearly killed him, in fact he had left Sam for dead before Wesley helped him and Lysandra hid him. It was his mistake, leaving Sam so bloodied up but alive. Celeana and Lysandra never got along but he knew the courtesan in training better than Celeana did and she had cried when he told her than Celeana drowned.

He took a labored breath, his lungs still healing, and took in the rolling green hills. He murmured, “Your home, Celeana.”

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Not My Problem | 05

Originally posted by shishikookie

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 |

Words: 6,169

Genre: Modern kingdom au + angst

Summary: “No.” Her lips stayed in a straight line, her emotions bundled up in her stomach. She couldn’t give in; not now. “If you want to kill me, then do it. Kill me.”

The sound of light snoring woke you up from your restless sleep.

You lifted your head off the armrest, gazing at Jimin, light snores hissing through his lips. You paid no mind to it — he was tired and deserved the rest. You yawned, stretching out the chair and on your legs. You looked at Jungkook’s body lying on the hospital bed, his breathing barely labored, his chest heaving up and down at steady rhythms.

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Back in my old stomping grounds for the weekend. I run alone, often because I prefer the meditation that comes from listening to my labored breathing and the unfiltered thoughts that come with running many miles.

However, I will say there is something deeply comforting being around my running people. Seeing my fellow runners and waving hello and knowing that they get me. They understand why I get up early every single Saturday morning and tie up my shoes and go out for my long run. They understand because they’re out there too.

Like I Don't

They were breathing heavy, panting like animals. Clothes had been ripped and buttons scattered the floor. Cas was on his back on Dean’s bed with his hands pinned over his head. Dean had kissed him until their lips were swollen and their tongues ached.

“I love you, Dean,” Cas said in a labored breath.”

“I love you too, angel. Promise me you won’t forget that.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Good,” Dean said, “because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” He growled and flipped Cas onto his stomach. He smeared a gob of Astroglide down Castiel’s crack and rubbed it around with the purple head of his straining cock. He popped it past the rim and buried himself balls deep.


The hunter pulled Cas’ hips up and started pounding. Sweat dripped from him onto his lover’s back. The room was filled with moans and grunts and skin slapping and again skip. Cas kept his face buried and clung to the sheets with white-knuckled fists.

“Dean I’m coming! I’m coming, oh fuuuuuck!” His voice was wrecked and close to sobbing.

Dean drove himself deep one more time before pulling out and furiously stroking his own dick. Thick white ropes of cum splattered hot on Castiel’s back. Dean wiped two fingers through it and pressed it into Cas’ used and puffy hole.

He collapsed onto the bed next to his boyfriend. “Still love me after what I did to you?”

“Of course, Dean. Still love me for being the dirty whore who lets you do that to me?”

Dean rolled over in his side to kiss him. “Baby, I love you because you’re my dirty whore.”

@lustielmakesmypantieswet @detroitmommy


The reason his collar is pulled so high is to hide the numerous marks left there the night before. Most of the time, you’re perfectly happy to let him pin you down and pull your hair back until your breath is labored, but every once in a while it’s so satisfying to have him squirming underneath you as you tease him and his eyes get dangerously dark.
Even as he does this photoshoot, he’s thinking of ways to get back at you. Perhaps he’ll cuff you to the headboard or leave dark red marks on the backs of your thighs and ass which will turn into even darker bruises so that you can’t sit down for a week. The possibilities for revenge are limitless.

- Admin J


Warnings/Triggers: Nightmares, little bit of angst? But it gets fluffy :)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I hope this is alright, it’s not the best just kinda whipped it up but I think it’s cute. Enjoy?

He was tossing and turning. Nothing could calm his racing mind. You had thought he just couldn’t get comfortable, but when you heard a raw scream rip through Bucky’s throat you whipped your head around, worry etched on your face.

“Bucky?” Your lip slightly quivered and whimpers escaped his. You leaned over tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to see him. You softly caressed his clenched and stubbly jaw. He was gripping the now wrinkled pillow as though his life depended on it. His brow formed beads of sweat from being stuck in his terrorizing subconscious.

“Shit…baby?” His labored breathing started to frighten you. Gently, you shook him. “Bucky, wake up! Please, baby, come on.”

His eyes snapped open and he slid up the bed slamming against the headboard, clutching his chest, not realizing his metal hand engulfed your wrist. His eyes looked scared and dazed over, trying to make sense of reality. You had let out a shaky breath you weren’t aware you were holding and Bucky’s gaze turned to you. “Y/N?”

A soft expression lightened you face. “Yes, Buck, it’s me.” You spoke softly, “Can you let go of my wrist, baby?”

He looked down, horrified he’d grabbed you harshly. “I…I’m sorry…I didn’t-” he choked back a sob “…didn’t mean to hurt you.” he apologized and pulled his hand to his chest nervously.

You searched his eyes, seeing the tears form broke you heart. “Hey, sweetheart,” you hushed him and scooched over, holding him close. “It’s alright. I’m right here. Just breathe, okay? You’re safe.” You assured him. He wrapped his arms around you waist and laid his head on your stomach trying to even out his breathing.

“It was the train. I-I was falling…I was reaching for his hand but I couldn’t,” he breathed deep, “I couldn’t grab it.” He murmured, his hot breath ghosting over your abdomen.

He was holding the pillow like his life depended on it, because it did. You didn’t say anything, just held him close against you. You began to hum softly as you ran your fingers through Bucky’s thick long hair.

“Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can’t help falling in love with you?” You quietly sung, soothing him. His breath evened out and his face softened as he laid against you.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so we go some things are meant to be,” with that, Bucky reached up grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the top, humming the next line with you. Making you smile down at him, your heart fluttering.

“Take my hand, take my whole life, too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.” you continued to hum, as Bucky reached onto his nightstand and looked back up at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

He swallowed past the lump that had formed in his throat, but he was more than confident in what he was about to do. He knew you were it. You were his one and only. His darling. And he couldn’t help falling in love with you. “Doll…”


A toothy grin spread across Bucky’s face as the words spilled from his curved lips. “Marry me.”

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