and is still suffering for it


Happy Birthday, Akaashi!

(Read from right to left. This is a lot more sloppy and rushed than I hoped but I have work in 4 hours and make terrible life decisions, so please excuse the inconsistencies in, well, everything. Somehow Bokuaka always ends up incredibly cheesy. This place actually exists! Loosely linked to a travelling to Korea au that I still have some ideas for.)

Once again, the show is perpetuating the idea that Emma Swan is The Savior and that’s why she’s special and powerful and brave and matters––nothing more. 

Princess Emma would obviously not be our Emma, but she’s still the daughter of Snow White and Prince freaking Charming, two people who spent a good chunk of their lives fighting and never giving up. You’re telling me that because she didn’t spend her life suffering, because she doesn’t have magic, because she’s not cursed to be a Savior, that everything we love about Emma Swan would be nonexistent? She doesn’t have the fight to stand up and punch the Evil Queen in the face? To be smart enough to come up with a plan or even some clever bargaining? To do anything at all but weep and beg and plead?

Whatever that was slobbering at Regina’s feet wasn’t any version of Emma that would exist in this reality, as fake a reality as it was. It was just shitty writing to satisfy a shitty end.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 16

Summary: Negan warned you about teasing him, so he shows you that he’s still in charge.

Warnings: some tamed smut this time, but still smut. FUCKING cursing.


Negan led you into the small building where there were candles burning around the room to give off some light.
The store didn’t seem to be suffering too badly, there were a lot of canned goods on a couple shelves and from what you could see a decent amount of guns.
It seemed as if the group wasn’t suffering as bad as they wanted to make it seem, it looked as if they had been scavenging and stealing from others as well.

“Looks like they have plenty of supplies.” You said looking around the room at everything else they had.

You were beginning to think like one of the Saviors, you were looking around picking out - mentally - all the things that would be useful to take back.

Negan walked up behind you throwing his jacket onto a nearby chair and setting Lucille down carefully as he always did.
He would violently crack her over someone’s head, but would set her down with the utmost care of a newborn baby.
It made you shake your head in amusement everytime you saw it.
It was just one of several reasons why you liked Negan so much.

At this point you knew that your feelings were starting to get stronger, the word love sometimes crept into your mind and while you often tried to shun it away, you knew that living in denial wasn’t an option anymore.
You’d love to spill your heart out to Negan and tell him, but that was a scary thought.
Negan liked you, but you doubted that he felt stronger than about you.

“Yeah, I’ll fuckin’ have the men come in and get all this shit when we’re finished here, but that’s not the reason my fuckin’ dick is hard right now.” He said in a smooth tone as he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around.

He quickly bent down to grab you by your thighs, lifting you up and setting you onto a counter where a cash register had once been.
He kept his grip on your thighs and pulled you closer to him.

You wrapped your legs tightly around him as you could feel his erection rubbing into you again.
You bit your lip, looking up to him.
He kissed you roughly, grabbing the back of your hair again.
He pulled your head back and moved his mouth down to your neck, you could feel his warm breathe on you as he bit and sucked at the tender flesh of your neck and left marks.

He always wanted to leave marks so everyone would see who you belonged to. Everyone already knew you were Negan’s, but he wanted them to be reminded over and over.
But you definitely had no complaints, because you loved every single minute of it.

You reached over gripping at his shirt to pull it off, but he stopped you, “I don’t fuckin’ think so, darlin’. I told you I’m in fuckin’ charge.”

He reached up, unbutting your shirt, but soon became annoyed by how many buttons there were.

“Fuck this.” He growled as he ripped the shirt open.

You could hear think CLINK of the buttons as they fell to the floor.
He ripped your bra down fast and grabbed ahold of your breasts with his hands.
He worked his mouth down your chest until he got to them and ran his tongue over you, taking turns to licked at your nipples.
you clenched your legs tighter around him as he took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling at it.
A soft moan escaped your lips as you grabbed his hair.

“What the fuck did I just tell you, babydoll?” He growled seductively and stood up, undoing his belt.

You blinked and felt that burst of fear and excitement like you usually did when he took off his belt.
He pulled it quickly from his pant loops.
You started to get up and turn your backside to him, to assume the usual position when it was time for punishment.

“Don’t fuckin’ move. Stay there.” He ordered.

You did what you were told and didn’t move.
You sat there and looked up at him with a furrowed brow in confusion.
So far when he had taken his belt off that meant you were going to get spanked by him.

“Hold your fuckin’ arms out. Now.” He ordered again, as he licked his lips sexily.

You quickly stuck your arms out, not wanting to make him wait and he took his belt and wrapped it around your wrists, securing them tightly.
This was the first time you had ever been restrained by him.
It excited you even more.
He took your bound wrists and put them over his shoulders, so you were hanging onto his neck.

“Who’s in fuckin’ charge?” He asked as he looked into your eyes with a wicked smile.

You smirked a bit, “You are, Negan.”

“You are such a good fuckin’ girl sometimes.” He growled as he unbuttoned your pants and swiftly yanked them off.

You shivered as you could feel the cold counter on your bare backside, but you could still feel the heat raging in your core as you waited for him to have his way with you.
You craved it as you always did.
Negan quickly unbuttoned his own pants as he pulled out his throbbing cock.
You bit your lip anxiously waiting.
He rubbed himself on the outside of your wet folds.
you let out another soft moan as he began rubbing the head of his cock in circles around your clit.

“Fuck..” You moaned softly.

You could feel yourself dripping wet now as he continued teasing you with his cock.
Negan chuckled and took a free hand to grab onto one of your hips, and without warning, quickly shoved himself into you.
you gasped a bit, you were starting to think you’d never get used to his size.
But that was not at all a bad thing to you.
And apparently Negan thought the same.

“Goddamnit, fuck.. Darlin’, I can barely ever get my dick in this sweet ass pussy.” He smiled, biting his lip as he shoved himself deeper into you.

You let out a yelp and wrapped a leg around him again, he pulled out halfway and shoved himself back into you, and you moaned louder as you could feel your wetness now beginning to slick his thick cock.
He began to thrust into you hard as he then grabbed you by your throat.
your moans began growing louder and you didn’t give a shit if anyone outside heard either of you, he grinded himself into you hard and grunted at how tight you were.

“This pussy was fuckin’ made for me.” He growled and tightened his grip on your neck.

“It’s all yours.” You moaned back to him as you buried your head into his neck.

“You’re damn fucking right it is, babydoll.” Negan groaned back as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

You moaned as you could feel the intensity of your oncoming orgasm beginning to build up.

You struggled against your restraints.
You wanted to run your hands all over him, but your wrists were secured and you knew there was no getting out until Negan released you.

He grunted as he thrust even harder into you, and you could feel his cock going as deep as it could.
Your walls began to tighten around him.
You moaned louder as you threw your head back.

Negan growled in pleasure as he watched you.
He took his hand from your throat to grab your hair and pull your head back to go at your neck again with his mouth.

He began sucking at the the sweet spot that drove you crazy, heightening the feeling of pleasure that was already coursing through you.

You began to get louder with your moans as a scream began to escape your lips.

Negan bit your neck hard one last time, leaving some teeth marks before he ran his tongue back up to your jawline and slipping it into your mouth, hungrily.

He pulled back with his eyes full of lust as they burned into yours, “Fuckin’ cum for me, darlin’.” He grunted heavily as he continued his pace.

You bit your lip hard, “Yes.. Daddy.” You moaned back to him.

You could see his trademark smirk spread across his face as he heard you call him daddy.
He let out a small chuckle as he rammed himself into you even harder, keeping up his perfect rhythm and you let out a scream this time.

“Goddamn, that’s what I fuckin’ love to hear.” He growled back as he watched you cry out in pleasure.

You balled your hands into fists as he continued, and you could feel your climax welling up inside you now.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered as you dug your nails into his back, pulling him closer to you.

“Fuckin’ do it, babydoll.” He demanded, burying his cock deep inside you.
His face scrunched in pleasure as he moaned, “Oh fuck baby, please cum for me.”

That was it, that was enough to send you over the edge and as you gripped him tighter.

“Negan!” You cried out as you felt the bliss of your orgasm washing over you in waves as the intensity grew and you wrapped yourself tightly around him as you grinded onto his cock.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunted, gritting his teeth as he thrust into you once more and you could feel him cum inside you.

He let out another groan as he gripped your hair tightly.
He slowed his pace into you as you could feel him spilling out of your wetness now.
You both were dripping at this point.

You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breathe.
Negan smiled and pulled your head towards him.

“Goddamn, I can never fuckin’ get enough of this shit.” He breathed out and bit your lip.

“Trust me, I know the feeling.” You said back.

He chuckled and pulled himself out of you.
He buttoned his pants and you sat there and watched him, enjoying every move he made.
He removed your arms from his shoulders, and undid the belt that was restraining your wrists, it had made red indents in your skin from where it had been.

“I guess that’s use number two for the belt.” You chucked, rubbing the red marks on your wrists.

Negan licked his lips, “It’s not gonna be a fuckin’ problem, now is it, darlin’?”

You blinked and shook your head back at him with a smile.

You both gathered up your stuff and you hopped off the counter, slipping your pants back on.
This time Negan watched as you got dressed as he usually did, with Lucille now propped on his shoulder in her usual place. His eyes still filled with lust as he watched you.

You tried to rebutton your shirt as best you could, there were a few left, but you were gonna have to hold it closed.

“Uhh, I think this shirt is totalled.” You said, pulling it closed as you looked over to him.

“Fuck it. It was fuckin’ worth it, best fuckin’ quickie I’ve had in a long time.” He said, eyeing you up and down.
“But-” he said, setting Lucille down and slipping off his leather jacket, “I don’t want anyone else seeing that fine fuckin’ ass body, so here.” He said, holding out his jacket to you.

You smiled back to him and took it, slipping your arms into it.
You were more excited than you should have been about wearing his jacket, but you couldn’t help it.
It was a bit big for you, but was still perfect.
You could smell Negan’s intoxicating scent on it.

Negan put Lucille back onto his shoulder and smirked at you in it, “You look pretty hot, babydoll. But don’t fall too much in love with it. I do want it the fuck back.”

You nodded, “I know, I know.”

You both walked out of the store.
Some of the crew had already left to take some of the prisoners back, but Dwight, Simon and some of the others were still outside, waiting in the vehicles.

Negan walked up to the truck that Simon and Dwight were in and banged on the door hard.
Simon opened the passenger door.

“Yeah, boss?” He asked.

Negan pointed to the building with Lucille, “You and Dwight get in there and get the shit they have left. They have a lot of food and some guns. Get fuckin’ all of it.”

“Right on.” Simon said with a nod.

He and Dwight got out and disappeared inside the building.

You looked around to see all the bodies still laying on the ground.

“So, are we just gonna leave them there?” You asked, looking to Negan, then back to the bodies.

“Well, we’re not wasting time moving those dead fucks. I don’t plan on coming back to this fucker after they empty it.” He said, shifting his eyes to you.

You nodded and glanced back to them one more time.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” He said, walking back over to the truck you had come in.

You followed as both of you got in and began to make your way back to the sanctuary.

You were still tired, so you laid your head back onto the seat and closed your eyes.

Negan looked over you, “Tired or something, darlin’?”

You opened your eyes back up and looked over to him with a nod, “Just a little.. You kinda wore me out back there.”

He bit his lip and chuckled, “I warned you, darlin’. And I thought you slept at the fuckin’ sanctuary earlier?”

You let out a breathe remembering the nightmare, “It wasn’t that great.”

“Why not?” He asked, cutting his eyes to you.

You shrugged and glanced to the floor.
You didn’t know whether to tell him about the nightmare or not, but you didn’t want him to see you as weak, so you decided against it.

“I don’t know.” You said in a dull tone.

He looked over to you as his mouth stretched into a thin line, “When are you gonna stop with that lying bullshit, darlin’? It’s way too goddamn easy for me to see through that fuckin’ shit and you fuckin’ sucks at it.”

“Look, it just wasn’t good.” You said, with a hint of an attitude in your voice.

He squinted his eyes at you as he caught on to it.

“Watch your tone, darlin’. I can still take my fuckin’ belt off, you know.” He said giving you a stern look.

You rolled your eyes at him.

He gritted his teeth and glared at you, “Are you about to be on the goddamn rag or something?”

“No.” You snapped back at him.

Negan slammed on the breaks as the truck fishtailed on the road before coming to a violent stop.
you both were jerked forward in your seats, but the seatbelts kept either of you from slamming into the dashboard.

He put the truck in park and grabbed you by the face, which was still some what bruised from the Amber situation.

“Darlin’, I don’t know what the fuck your goddamn problem is all of a sudden. But you need to get it fixed real fuckin’ quick.” He growled roughly at you, his eyes burning into yours.

Even you didn’t know why you had an attitude so suddenly.
You guessed it was for the fact that you were and exhausted and embarrassed about the nightmare and the fact that you now realized that you loved Negan and he probably didn’t feel the same.
You didn’t even know how to tell him that you loved him.
Nor did you feel like you could express your growing hatred for his other wives or any new wives that might eventually show up, because he would only tell you to get the fuck over it.
The thought of him being with another women, besides you, drove you crazy.
But to put it plainly, you were mainly scared.
You were scared of something happening to him because of everything going on and scared of going a day without him.
You had all of these emotions running around at once and it was coming out in this sudden attitude.
You were scared of losing him now, but you were also angry at the fact that he had you wrapped around his finger, so much so that you were willing to kill for him.
You huffed and averted your gaze from his as you thought about it.

He pulled your face closer to him, “Babydoll, throwing a goddamn tantrum ain’t gonna get you your fuckin’ way, take my fuckin’ word for that one.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked back to him, “I’m sorry.”

He gave a nod back and released your face from his grip.
He leaned back into his own seat and put the truck in drive again and you continued back to the sanctuary.

When you finally got back, it was a quick exit for you.
You got out of the truck and began walking up to the building.

Negan didn’t say anything else to you, he glanced towards you as you walked away and shook his head, letting you go so you could cool off.

You made your way up the stairs and walked down the hallway towards your room.
Your anger had subsided and now all you felt was a bit of annoyance.
It wasn’t easy adjusting to everything, so you didn’t feel that bad for getting angry.
You had almost made it to your room when a female voice called after you.

You turned around to see a tall, skinny, dirty blonde walking towards you.
You recognized her as one of the other wives.

Just great.

She walked up to you, but she didn’t have a look of anger on her face the way Amber used to have everytime she saw you.
But you definitely didn’t consider her a friend.

“Yeah?” You said back in a confused tone.

She looked to you in surprise.

“Is that Negan’s?” She asked, pointing to the jacket.

You looked down and realized you were still wearing it.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, it is. Can I help you.. Uh, fuck I don’t even remember your name.”

“Sherry.” She said blunty, with her mouth in a thin line.

You remembered her now, she used to be Dwight’s wife.

“Well, what do you want? It’s not the best time.” You said with some annoyance in your voice.

“I was wondering if you were going to spend the night with Negan… Again. Because I’d like to have some time.” She said, looking back to you.

“I kinda doubt it. But if you want me to be blunt, Sherry. He and I just fucked, so I’m pretty sure he’s good.” You said with a sneer.

Attitude or not, you’d be damned if you’d give him up to one of the other wives.

Sherry was taken aback by that and parted her lips as if to say something, but she didn’t.

“Need anything else?” You said, throwing a hand up.

She shook her head, “No. Do you know where he is?”

You gritted your teeth as bit and cleared your throat, “He’s downstairs somewhere.”

She nodded and walked away without another word.
you rolled your eyes again and you turned and opened the door to your room and walked inside.
You threw your gun down onto the desk in its usual resting spot and walked to the bathroom to take a shower, wondering what Negan would say to Sherry if she found him.
You hoped that he’d tell her to fuck off, but that wasn’t likely.

You turned the faucet to the shower on and let the water run so it could warm up as much as possible.
You walked over to the mirror that hung over sink, looking at your reflection.
Your face was beginning to heal up pretty well.

The black that was around your eye was now a light purple color mixed with yellow and wasn’t swollen anymore.
You slipped Negan’s jacket off your shoulders and laid it across the sink.
Since your shirt was already fucked, you ripped through the rest of the buttons, letting them fall to the floor.
You also let the shirt slip fall to the ground and looked at your stab wound in the mirror.
It was healing up nicely as well.
It didn’t hurt anymore, but the stitches were still in it, so at some point you knew you’d need to go see the doctor to have them removed.

You took in a deep breathe and slipped the rest of your clothes off and got into the luke warm shower.
You’d give anything to have an incredibly hot shower again, but it was one of those luxuries that were nonexistent now.
You let the water run over you as you got lost in your own thoughts.

When you were done, you pulled a towel off the rack beside the shower and wrapped it around yourself.
You grabbed Negan’s jacket and walked back out into the room, and threw it onto the bed and went over to the dresser to pull out some clothes.
You weren’t so tired anymore, and didn’t much feel like going to bed at the moment, especially after earlier.

You put on the fresh clothes and headed back downstairs, you weren’t even sure where you were going.
Half of you hoped to not see Negan for now and the other half desperatley wanted you to run into him.
You didn’t like making him displeased with you, but sometimes it was unavoidable when you were frustrated.
But you pushed the thought from your mind.

The place was pretty quiet, everyone had gotten their work done for the day and headed back to their own rooms.
You walked outside to see that Dwight and the others had finally gotten back, they were unloading more supplies that they had gotten from the group, you saw Arat carrying a box of guns.

You walked over to her, “Need any help?”

She looked back to as she was carrying them inside, “Sure, I could use some help getting these inventoried.”

You nodded and followed her inside to the rec room.
She sat the box on a table and pulled out a chair, you both sat down and she began laying some pistols out onto the table.

“This was another good find.” She said, looking over all the new weapons.

You could see her eyes light up as she looked over all the guns.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing we went into the store.” You said, pulling a pistol out of the box.

Arat chuckled as grabbed a notebook from the box and began writing something down, “Well, everyone knows you didn’t go in there looking for guns. You guys are pretty loud.”

You smirked and shook your head, “Yeah, in the moment and everything, you know.”

She nodded, “So, what was it like being in charge of the lineup?”

“It was intense. I mean, I don’t know. It was weird.” You said, biting your lip.

“You must not be used to this sort of thing.” She said, pulling the magazine off a gun to check for leftover rounds.

“No, I’m really not.” You shook your head.

“It’s survival of the fittest now. It gets easier, keep your loyalty to Negan and things will be fine.” She said bluntly.

“Trust me, I have loyalty.” You answered back, looking over to her.

She glanced back to you and shook her head, “Yeah, you have something for him alright.”

“What does that mean?” You asked as you picked up another gun and took out it’s magazine.

“It means that I’ve never seen any of the wives take out any of the others before.” She smiled, cutting her eyes to you.

“Well, Amber had it coming and Negan was gonna take out the two tonight regardless, and I’m loyal to him.” You protested.

Arat looked around the room to make sure no one was there and she leaned over to you and whispered, “Of course they had it coming to them. And you are loyal, there’s no doubt. But c'mon (Y/N), I’m a woman myself. I know what love looks like when I see it.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as she said the word ‘love’.

“How did you know?” You said nervously.

“I could see it everytime you looked at him.” She said, leaning back up.

“It just sucks that there are other wives, you know.” You sighed.

“Well, that’s just the cards you’re dealt with. Maybe you’ll get used to that too, with time.” She said back.

“You’re not gonna tell him are you?” You asked.

She chuckled, “Really, what am I gonna do? Be like, hey boss, what’s the word for today and by the way, one of your wives is in love with you?”

You smirked and nodded back and you both went back to work.
For the rest of the time it was mostly silence, with an exchange if words here and there as you both worked on getting the gun types written down.
After an hour you had finished with all of them.

Arat leaned back into the chair and cracked her knuckles, “Jesus, we have enough ammo and guns to supply an Army.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” You said leaning back in your chair too.

“Fuck no, it’s not.” She smiled and stood up, grabbing the box, “Well, let’s get these put up in storage. I’m calling it a night after this.”

“Sounds good to me.” You said back.

You followed her outside as she went around the building to a smaller one where all the weapons were kept.
When you got around a corner you could see Negan and Dwight as they were coming out of an adjacent building.
You could hear him speaking to Dwight.

“We’ll get some fuckin’ answers out of him tomorrow.” He said in a confident tone.

He was swinging Lucille in one had, and you could see his muscles flex everytime he moved them.
No matter how you felt, seeing him always mad you feel weak in your knees.
But it was odd seeing him walking around without his jacket.
You really had to give it back to him.

You an Arat approached them and you began getting nervous, you hadn’t spoke since your disagreement on the way back.
Negan saw the both of you and smirked meeting you halfway.

“The guns are inventoried.” Arat said, holding the box out to him.

Negan took the notebook that was laying on top of it and looked it over, propping Lucille onto his sholder.
The blood that was on her barbed end was now dried and brown.

He nodded as he looked it over, “Good. Get that shit put up.”

She nodded and headed back for the armory, you began to follow her, but Negan held out his arm to stop you from going any further.
Arat looked back to the both of you.

“I’m gonna be fuckin’ taking, (Y/N).” He said back in a firm tone.

She gave one last nod and left you alone with him. Dwight also disappeared back into the building he and Negan had just come out of.

You looked to the ground, not saying anything.
Negan then reached out and put a finger under your chin and lifted your head to make you look at him.

“Are you done with the fuckin’ attitude yet?” He asked, giving you a stern look.

“Yes.” You said in a calm tone.

He bit his lip and eyed you, “Good. It’s been a long fuckin’ day, and I’m not in the mood for it.”

“Sherry was looking for you.” You said, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah, she found me. I told her I didn’t want her fuckin’ company right now.” He smirked.

“Why not?” You asked curiously.

He rolled his eyes, “Because darlin’, she’s not my fuckin’ favorite, and I assumed you’d be coming the fuck with me upstairs as soon as you stopped acting all pissy.”

You bit your lip to hold back a smirk, “Yeah, I will. She asked me where you were and I just told her that we fucked already, so..”

Negan chuckled and bit his lip, “That sounds pretty fuckin’ crude, babydoll.”

You pursed your lips and gazed up at him, “Yeah, I wonder where I get that from?”

“Fuck. I have no goddamn clue.” He smirked sexily at you.

You smiled and nodded back to him and you both headed back into the building to go upstairs.

His way of asking you back up to his room wasn’t the most romantic thing, but it was better than nothing and he had even turned down Sherry down.
You didn’t know if it was because you had already had sex with him earlier or if he genuinely wanted you with him, but either way you didn’t care.
For now you were gonna take this as a win.

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before clamoring happily for felicity possibly being targeted by Prometheus, as a chance for “””olicity”””” moments or whatever the fuck

lets remember that so far, felicity has been 

  • kidnapped, 
  • put in a fucking gas chamber, 
  • shot at multiple times, 
  • was paralyzed, 
  • gone through multiple surgeries, 
  • is probably dealing with chronic pain, 
  • and going through intensive physical therapy still despite her bullshit cure (because fuck these writers, while we’re at it, for their negligence), 
  • traumatized herself with her own abilities and choices, 
  • is suffering from ptsd, and that is not news nor is it a recent development, because, in case we forgot, a building did in fact almost fall on her in season 1, she was also assaulted by the dollmaker, she was kidnapped and feared for her life when the Count got her, when Slade got her. seriously, Felicity has probably had some form of ptsd for some time just from the sheer amount of traumatic events she has gone through or witnessed, lets not act like this is news just because the writers are now confirming it. but since they have, lets go with it. she IS suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, right now. 

so maybe, for the sake of this albeit very fictional character, lets chill a minute with the cheer and enthusiasm for her to be hurt and traumatized AGAIN, for the sake of how oliver would fucking react to it!



[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 ]

Vibri (Vib Ribbon) // Demoman (Team Fortress 2)

Hornet (Daytona USA) // Blue Falcon (F-Zero)

Parappa the Rapper // Xoda Rap (Noitu Love)

Gunstar Green and Seven Force (Gunstar Heroes)

Part 6! No Heavy for Team Fortress 2 because he gets plenty love already. I tried emulating the flatness and folding distortions that Parappa suffers in the game but that’s -very- hard to do being 2D and having these color limitations, you have to distort a -lot- to make that effect come across, and when you do, it looks too weird and not easily recognizable. Hopefully some of it still comes across to you?

Most common borderline dysphoric states

a dysphoric state is a state of mental discomfort or suffering

  • extreme feelings
  • destructiveness or self-destructiveness
  • fragmentation or “identitylessness,”
  • victimization

less common, but still notable

  • feeling betrayed
  • like hurting myself
  • completely out of control

re james’ tweet about how we’ll probably cry: if this means philkas are gonna Suffer again, i’m so Done. like. they’ve had their angst. they’ve overcome their personal issues. if it’s sad for other reasons (ie THE SERIAL KILLER ON THE LOOSE) then cool i get that. good plot. but if Yet Another nonhet couple are put through perpetual angst, i’m gonna be so done

Ep.10 speculation

So according to a translation the next episode preview has Yuri making a decision which at first Victor is blissfully unaware of. Considering in an early episode a Yuri voice over prays to make use oft his one year with Victor…it’s possible that Yuri’s decision will be to retire after the GPF (which adds even more meaning to his expression last episode when Victor said he hoped Yuri never retired).

And I really hope it is. 

I want him telling Victor he’ll retire, and suffering because he thinks that’ll be the end of the line for them…but of course Victor will tell him he’ll still stay by Yuri even if not as his coach

I have like 200 asks saying the same crap from part 8 when Mettston slapped Chara…and i posted the last.update yesterday so its still visible by just looking at the page…

End my suffering

anonymous asked:

I imagine the trio has to travel quite a bit, so how do they deal with jet lag at first?

Their parents make sure they don’t have to travel too much while they’re still small, kids need regular sleeping times, after all, and all three of the children still have an overwhelming amount of mental health issues when they’re little.

However, when they’re older and capable of taking on a much bigger work load, you bet Asriel ends up lying face-down on many a horizontal surface muttering about how he’s going to become a god again and flatten the planet so timezones will stop being a thing

Frisk’s brain is made of steel in the sleep-deprivation department, however, and everyone is slightly terrified of this small humans’ ability to stay awake for several days in a row without any change in their usual -_- expression

no one knows that the poor little human suffered from insomnia for years and still has relapses sometimes, sleep-deprived is just their natural state of being now

meanwhile Chara claims to feel NONE OF THE EFFECTS OF THIS PATHETIC MEAT VESSEL’S SHORTCOMINGS, while getting increasingly ramble-y and dramatic, going from relatively haughty to yelling about FOOLISH MORTALS GETTING IN THEIR WAY with a distinct, slightly pity-inducing crack in their voice

this is usually when Frisk gently herds them off to bed and calls fellow bad-sleep-schedule-have-er Sans in to take over Chara’s bodyguard duties. It’s … probably for the best, for everyone.

Aaron is insecure and worried about being abandoned, and Robert’s worst nightmare is people giving up on him.

For Aaron, bearing in mind that when he was a child his mum abandoned him, and he had to suffer such cruel abuse with no one to turn to, it’s hardly surprising that no matter how much Robert tells him he loves him he still feels insecure. He’s loved so much but the scars of his childhood run deep. 

For Robert, he’s been compulsive about messing up for most of his life before Aaron, and living with that feeling of being a disappointment to his dad, he sort of lived the mantra ‘ If you keep expecting the worst of someone, that’s what you’re going to get.’ And his dad did give up on him. And when he messed up big time even Aaron gave up on him too for a while, or tried to. But Robert loved Aaron so much he just couldn’t let that happen and he had to win him back, and the way of doing that was accepting his flaws and promising to work on them, promising that he’d change.

So since the reunion again and again the boys have been talking about change and mostly it’s been about Robert changing and learning to think before he acts.

But now maybe with this upcoming story we are really going to explore Aaron’s need to change and him learning to let go of his insecurities and finally trust Robert, and this is the arc they need so that finally he can marry Robert with a healthy mind set to start a happy married life. Maybe that’s what the argument was foreshadowing when Robert told Aaron maybe he needed to change.

doctorstrangeaskblog  asked:

how many years did stephen spent with dormammu?

That’s a fascinating thing to ponder about, and so hard to tell.
It was certainly a long time, though we don’t know how long exactly.

I wish they hadn’t cut from the movie the line when Stephen mentions that they’ve been through the timeloop over 1000 times already (and Dormammu still continues killing him after he says that, so it could have been thousands more after that, who knows).

I wish everyone realized that Stephen spent a really terribly long time there suffering to protect all of Earth. It really points out how heroic and amazing of a character he is.

We may not be able to quantify that length of time exactly, but it’s bound to have been quite long, especially since it wasn’t a quick death every time. ^^;

We have no way to know if it was years, but it certainly was a long time, and while he would physically “reset” after each death, his mind was still aware the whole time, so he had no rest or respite whatsoever, mentally.

Imagine the immense mental fortitude and utter heroism necessary for someone to keep going in such conditions. All because he knew that if he failed, if he faltered and gave up, all of Earth would be lost.

Also, so many feels at the thought of the breakdown he must have had afterwards when everything was finally over, the Sanctums were all fine and he could finally let go of the responsibility for a bit. (And I wonder whether Wong was the only one he finally broke down in front of, since Mordo had left and he was the only one closest to him otherwise.)

This is probably why Stephen didn’t put the Eye of Agamotto back on the stand right away, btw.
(One wonders how much time passed between the end of the battle, and the moment when he finally relinquished the Eye…after all, he was even wearing his completely new tailored Master’s uniform. This was clearly not anytime near the end of the battle. He likely clung to the Eye for a while after since it was the only thing that could make him feel more or less safe.
It’s possible he spent a while in Kamar Taj after the battle was over, recuperating from all the horror of it and preparing before moving to the NY Sanctum.)

anonymous asked:

Am I the only person that wants Touka to be in a very dangerous situation so whatever Kaneki feels for her will be triggered? Like... those feelings he doesnt know he has but they still there in the bottom of his heart (damn, that sounded so cheesy)

HAHAHAHAHA I lowkey want that too, I don’t want for Touka to be a damsel in distress but I’ll be lying to you if I tell you that I didn’t enjoy Urie’s reaction during the whole situation with Mutsuki being kidnapped and hurt by Amon. But I think Touka can suffer a bit too and still be able to defender herself and still have Kaneki worrying about her. I think it could be cheesy depending on how it’s written, but I trust Ishida and I think he’s very original, so I trust that he will make a good job. 

look I could’ve understood if Emma was more naive, or sheltered, or optimistic, or open, or dependent on others, or, hell, even a little damn entitled. 

but do not try to sell me the OOC person that was in this AU. No way would Snow White and Prince Charming have raised a daughter without any semblance of a spine. When David was a sweet little shepherd he still fought Bo Peep for the farm. When Snow was a spoiled brat she still went to the fairies for help when her mother was dying. 

don’t tell me that Emma would’ve hid behind her 16 year old son while he put his life in danger. Maybe she truly has no skills whatsoever, but even the most out of character version of Emma would never not protect her son. I don’t care who you ship. 

And here’s the real thing I want to get across. The dangerous message this episode runs the risk of sending:

Don’t you dare imply that tragic backstories and immense pain and suffering are the only way to make a strong woman.

Noragami Chapter 71: A Summary

Us: dear god is this the yukine backstory chapter… will yato be safe… can someone save yukine…

Adachitoka: yato and yukine will be the least of your worries in this chapter ;)

Adachitoka: also the next chapter’s coming out in February NEVERMIND IT’S COMING OUT IN JANUARY I’M DUMB BUT I’M STILL SUFFERING

Originally posted by kizzy-kay

anonymous asked:

Can I ask: what would be your preferred form of punishment for your worst enemy if you were your minecraft character and had near infinite powers due to access to magic?

Keep them alive, take care of them, make sure they never get sick or grow infirm.

Minecraft characters, as in many video games, do not experience death from things such as old age, and fewer still neglect to resurrect after dying from some other cause. They are functionally immortal, albeit not invulnerable.

And there’s so much more time to fill their memories with suffering if you do not let them die.
6 ways for Outlander fans to get Christmassy this year
ROBIN McKELVIE knows it's possible to give your festive season a truly special Outlander edge.
By Robin McKelvie

Try to Forgive Wentworth (this is my favorite)

If Christmas is a time for coming together, forgiveness and Christian spirit then Linlithgow Palace is the most appropriate Outlander location. It was at this deeply historic palace – birthplace in real life of Mary Queen of Scots – that Black Jack Randall inflicted the most unimaginable suffering on Jamie Fraser.

It’s hard to forget those dreadful scenes at ‘Wentworth Prison’, but you can ease the memories with a walk along Linlithgow’s picturesque High Street. It boasts cobbles, cosy pubs and little shops where you can pick up a few personal last minute presents or foodie goodies. If you are still seething then head down to the Peel by Linlithgow Loch’s edge, the perfect setting for a duel with Randall.

Whether you are in the mood for retribution or forgiveness you can enjoy a superb Christmas lunch at one of the best restaurants in Central Scotland, the Champany Inn. Handily their Christmas lunch menu is on until December 30. Personally I’d book their festive dinner, B&B package, a relative snip for a restaurant with rooms that once had a Michelin star for £191 a couple.

Himura Kenshin would absolutely school Kurosaki Ichigo in the art of ‘protection.’

you want to make that your protag’s primary motivation? here’s how:

Kenshin joins a civil war when he’s 15 years old. he saw injustice in the old regime’s world and he felt like he had to do something to help the regular people who were suffering. so in essence, very much like Ichigo. he’s there to protect the little guy.

so it ends up that he’s recruited as an assassin and much of his faction’s success is down to him. he already has mixed feelings about his ideals versus the reality he’s living.. and then some heavy shit happens to him and he vows that once the war is over, he’s never going to kill again.

but he keeps on protecting.

he’s given a reverse blade sword so he can still fight, still be a champion for those who have none. and he lives out his life protecting, atoning for all the lives he’s taken.

it’s that second part that Ichigo lacks. there’s nothing there but his base motive to protect, as given to him by his parents.

it only evolves when he meets Rukia and she tells him he can’t pick and choose just because someone is near or far. he has to save them all. he can’t be selfish. and this was a prime opportunity (because Rukia’s personal ethics are clearly not in line with the gotei’s) for kubo to make that second leap and have Ichigo embrace this, taking it to the next level. he needed to find the motivation on his own terms. she could have been the catalyst. i can’t believe kubo just let this go and never made anything of it.

it’s the stagnation that kills Ichigo. he’s not an effective character. there’s no burning motivation because it’s always ‘i need to protect them because they’re my friend’ (except for when it’s Rukia because once he learns how highly she thinks of him it becomes burning motivation. ‘i won’t let you die no matter what’ ‘nothing else can change my world’ ‘you dried the rain’ FUCK YOU KUBO, THIS WAS YOUR CHANCE TO MOLD HIM INTO THE ULTIMATE PROTECTOR. OF HIS OWN VOLITION, BECAUSE RUKIA INSPIRED HIM.)