sitting on the bed of a lonely motel room, it’s all dark but the moonlight makes the floor shiny blue. empaty parking lots and woods in the distance. I am trasparent. a thousand stars locked outside the window. I miss you
•always have bottled water in your house/apartment
•pay your bills on time
•wash your dishes everyday
•don’t tell anyone you don’t trust you live alone
•call your mom and tell her you love her
•make sure you have extra toilet paper
•remember to close the curtains when changing
•lock all the windows and doors at night/before leaving the house
•double check that the stove is off
•don’t leave lights on too much
•use real plates instead of throwaways
•have flashlights in every room
•fruits and veggies are important
•night lights aren’t just for babies and kids
•electric and water bill are more important than cable
•don’t eat out too much
•do your laundry
•it’s okay to ask for help
•own at least two recipe books
•never lock yourself out
•but don’t hide a spare under a mat/plant
•don’t open the door without knowing who it is
•wash your bed spread a lot
•make sure you always have food in the fridge
•if you feel unsafe call someone
•candy/snacks are not meals
So there’s this store of nick-nacks in the county side that has a room off to the side full of Christmas stuff, but also has a pink shed in it. The front door is locked but the window isn’t, so I decide to use the flash on my phone to take a picture of the inside. This is some @sixpenceee shit!
but when i shut down, i make sure i shut down good. i board up all the windows, lock every single door, barricade after barricade. i will make sure there is no way to get in. and when someone does, when they slip through the cracks and find the keys i left under the welcome home matt, i will run. because that’s what i do. i shut down, beg someone to come in, and then run at the sight of them because i fear every hand outstretched to me is the one i used to hold, the one i miss, the one that’s no longer in my reach. and so maybe they will follow, or maybe they don’t. but all i know is that i never know when to get close or when to back away so often times it takes so much time for me to come around because i am scared that no one is going to be able to figure me out.
but if you do, welcome home. i promise i am done running.
Maybe one were the reader gets pregnant and Jerome freaks out
Before Jerome went to Arkham Y/N had a relationship with him but once he told her he killed his mother she had to get away from him. For the safety of her and the baby. She now is 5 months pregnant, she was 2 months when Jerome was sent away to Arkham. She sat on the couch eating a bowl of ice cream and watched F/S (favorite show) when it changed suddenly. A news anchor sat in her chair with a stack of papers in her hand.
“News has just been reported that a group of criminally insane inmates have escaped Arkham with the help of an unknown source. We advise you to lock your doors and windows and stay inside, this is not a drill.” She states, the criminal’s mugshots flashed a crossed the screen. Y/N stood up to turn the TV off when the final mugshot flashed across the screen, the picture caused Y/N to drop her bowl.
“No no no he can’t be out, he can’t!” Y/N said clutching her stomach. Jerome Valeska, the father of her unborn child, the insane murderer. Y/N rushed to the doors and windows locking them all and shutting the blinds, Jerome didn’t know where she lived but she didn’t want to risk it. She turned off the TV and went to her bedroom, she slid off her jeans and put on joggers before laying on her bed.
“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, I promise.” Y/N says rubbing her growing stomach.
“4 more months and we’re out of here.” She continues, she wanted to leave now but the doctor said the stress of moving could negatively affect the baby. Of course if he knew her situation he would know why she wants to leave, but how do you say ‘Hey I’m pregnant with a murderers child and he might kill me.’ to someone. She would stay at her mothers but she disowned her when she found out she was pregnant. 'How could be so stupid, you’re only a teenager!’ Her mother screamed before kicking her out. Y/N slowly stopped thinking when she drifted off to sleep.
She woke up the next morning to a pounding on the door, she scrambled out of bed and ran to the door. She looked through the peephole, she couldn’t see anything as someone was blocking it with their hand.
“I know you’re in there doll!” They yelled, Y/N recognized the voice it was Jerome’s. She quickly stepped back from the door and ran upstairs. She opened her attic pulling down the ladder making it look like she went in before running into the bathroom across the hall. She went into the closet that holds the towels and crouched down hearing the door break open.
“Now doll you know how I feel about hide and seek.” Jerome laughs. Y/N shrinks down as much as she can with her pregnant belly, footsteps pass her towards the attic.
“Now doll, I know you’re not that dumb or at least I hope you aren’t.” Jerome says closing the attic door and turning around, Y/N heard his heavy footsteps slowly make their way around the top floor. She heard him open her bedroom door and step in, she quietly opened the closet door and ran down the stairs. Before she could get to the front door a hand grabbed her arm.
“Going somewhere?” Jerome tries to pull her towards him but Y/N doesn’t budge.
“Doll, turn around.” Jerome demands but Y/N still doesn’t move.
“Doll?” Jerome asks with a hint of worry.
“P-please don’t hurt him.” Y/N sobbed.
“Him, Y/N who’s him?” Jerome asks looking at her back. Y/N slowly turned around, Jerome looked at her face then slowly to her pregnant belly.
“Who’s is it?” Jerome asks with a low voice.
“It-it’s yours, I’m sorry please don’t hurt him please!” Y/N pleads, Jerome takes a step towards her.
“Why would I hurt my son?” Jerome asks looking at Y/N’s red face.
“You-you..” Y/N suddenly couldn’t say how crazy he was, it was like the words got stuck in her throat.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I left you after you killed your mother, that was the day I found out I was pregnant.” Y/N had stopped crying by now.
“Doll you should have told me!” Jerome exclaims.
“I was scared Jerome! I thought you would be angry!” Y/N yelled.
“Don’t be scared of me doll.” Jerome suddenly got quiet, he didn’t want the love of his life to be scared of him.
“J, you kill people.” Y/N remind “I would never hurt you.”
“It’s not me that I worry about.” Y/N placed her hand on her stomach, Jerome’s hand slowly covered hers as he felt her stomach.
“I’m gonna be a father?” Jerome smiles.
“If you promise not to hurt me or the baby.” Y/N replies with a serious tone.
“Never in a million years.” Jerome promises.
“With that settled you need to help me clean up that broken bowl.” Y/N says grabbing the broom.
“How’d that happen?” Jerome asks.
“Because someone scared the crap out of me yesterday when their mugshot came on the news.” Y/N chides.
“Wonder who that was.” Jerome laughs taking the broom from her and sweeping up the mess he caused.
When people around you are psychotic, do not deny our experiences by telling us that what we experience isn’t real. This will not help us, cause even though what we experience objectively isn’t happening, it is real to us, and it will continue to be real to us regardless of whether you deny it or not. Instead of denying our reality/telling us that what we experience isn’t real, do what you can to help us feel safe within our reality.
Instead of telling us that there are no cameras, help us cover up the cameras with stickers so that the people watching can’t see us.
Instead of telling us that there aren’t zombies outside, help us lock all doors and windows so that the zombies can’t get in.
Instead of telling us that the water isn’t poisoned, give us water from an unopened bottle.
Instead of telling us that that object isn’t evil, help us get rid of it/lock it in another room.
Instead of telling us that no one are trying to take control of our body, help restraining us - with our consent - so that they can’t make us do what they’re trying to make us do.
Sam was four and had this habit of running when he got scared. Frankly Dean didn’t blame him because when it all started, he was just a little kid and he had overheard Dean talking on the phone with dad and dad had told Dean to lock the door, salt the windows and make sure that Sam was safe.
It was told in that same tone that always had Sam’s hair up on end when he heard it and when Dean turned to look at him, he bolted out the door, tears blinding his vision because he was four and scared and wanted his dad. He wanted his family. He wanted everyone where he could see them.
Dean found him after he found a way to end the conversation with his dad. He couldn’t just hang up because he didn’t want his dad to grow suspicious. He didn’t want dad to think that he wasn’t competent enough to take care of Sam. He didn’t want dad to show up and take Sam somewhere else, leave him in someone else’s care. Someone who didn’t know Sam like Dean did.
But he found Sam at the edge of the motel, sitting on the curb, arms curled around his legs, face hidden in his bony knees as his small body shook with tears.
Dean wrapped an arm around Sam as he sat down next to him and Sam curled into Dean, grabbing the front of his hoodie and held Dean as close to his body as he could.
Dean wanted to scold Sam for running like that. He needed to scold the kid for doing that… but he was just a kid. Four years old and he was scared and what else was Sam supposed to do.
So instead, Dean picked up his little brother and carried him back to their room and crawled into bed with him, letting Sam bury his head into Dean’s chest. They stayed like that until they heard the roar of the impala’s engine and Dean untangled himself from Sam and fell into the stoic, obedient son that his father needed him to be right now.
Sam was ten and dad thought that Sam was finally ready to come out on a hunt with Dean and him and Sam was ecstatic. He had been begging to go out with them ever since he learned how to hit a bullseye and Dean always promised that it would be the next hunt.
And it was finally here.
The hunt wasn’t that bad of one. Dad had managed to snag what seemed to be a simple salt and burn. Find the grave and burn the bones. Quickly, the excitement of being out on a hunt started to fade as Sam’s shirt became soaked with sweat as he worked to dig up the grave. His hands were starting to blister but Sam wasn’t going to complain. If he complained, dad was going to call him a child and if dad called him a child then he wasn’t going to let him out on another hunt.
So he kept his cries to himself and continued to dig with Dean and dad, waiting to hit the coffin.
Dad had warned him that they knew that they were close to the coffin when the spirit would show up, angry and willing to do anything to keep from being exposed and so Sam expected that.
What he didn’t expect was one second for dad to be right beside him and then the next, six feet to the right, groaning because his head hit one of the gravestones before he fell silent.
Dean called out his fathers name but he didn’t responded and Dean cursed under his breath. Dad was out cold.
Dean went back to digging, this time faster but Sam held onto his shovel, eyes wide as he looked at the spirit as it came after the two of them. And Sam did what he did best.
He dropped the shovel and ran, icy panic racing through his veins. He didn’t want to leave his brother back there at the grave. He knew that he needed to stay there, dig up that coffin and toss in those matches to set the damn thing ablaze but it was a spirit and it’s eyes were staring into his and all of the sudden Sam felt very, very small and he needed to get out of there.
Dean found him hiding behind a gravestone, curled in on himself. Once again Dean knew that he needed to scold his little brother for running out like that because it was dangerous. He couldn’t just leave Dean to fend for himself like that if he was going to be a hunter.
But Sam looked up at his big brother, eyes already red from crying and he only started to cry harder when he saw the gash that was bleeding above Dean’s eye. If only Sam had been a big boy, if only he wasn’t such a small child, Dean wouldn’t have gotten hurt.
Maybe he wasn’t ready and when dad found out that he wasn’t ready, dad was never going to let him come on hunts with them. Ever.
Except Dean didn’t tell dad that Sam ran. In fact, Dean didn’t say anything other than that he was going to have to watch out because Dean and his little brother were going to take over the family business if he wasn’t careful.
And dad clapped Sam on the back, told him good job and was none the wiser that he was the reason why Dean now had that scar over his eye.
Sam was fifteen and now he didn’t run when he heard his dad’s voice over the phone telling him to lock the doors at night and to salt the windows.
Sam was fifteen and now his hands are hardened with callouses from digging up graves and he didn’t run when the spirit came out.
However that didn’t mean that Sam had stopped running. Sam was fifteen and had just started high school, still small for his age, and he was surrounded by his peers who all they could talk about was who they loved.
You see, Sam had started running a long time ago from the things that scared him but ever since he started to get this throb of want in the lowest part of his gut anytime Dean looked at him, ever since his skin burned whenever Dean touched him, he started running from the thing that he loved.
Dad trusted Dean enough now from him to take Sam out on smaller hunts. It wasn’t a big case and they took care of it easily and now they were sprawled out on the hood of the car, drinking beer that Dean had bought with fake id’s that dad may or may not know about, looking up at the stars above.
But Sam wasn’t looking up at the sky. Instead he was looking at the profile of his perfect brother’s face, wondering why the hell he had to be his brother when he wanted to be so much more and when Dean turned to look at him, Sam’s stomach twisted into knots because Dean’s face was right there. Right fucking there, his face shining with moonlight and all Sam could think about was how it would feel to kiss his brother.
Sam jerked away, nearly falling off the car in the process but Dean grabbed his wrist, keeping him upright.
“You alright, Sammy?” Dean asked when he saw the scared look on Sam’s face and that felt like a punch to Sam’s gut.
Sammy. It was just a reminder of what they were, what Sam was to Dean. What he would always be to Dean. He was the little brother. The little brother who skinned his knees and was always a little too skinny and was nicknamed Sammy. He was the little brother who was in love with Dean.
Sam shook his head, not able to convince himself to lie because he wasn’t alright. He never was.
Sam shook his head again and Dean shifted on the hood of the car, getting a better look at Sam. And it was all the wrong things to do because Sam could see him so clearly now. The smile that had settled on Deans face had all but disappeared.
“You can tell me, Sam. You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t be mad.” Dean coaxed.
And then Sam runs because he’s in love with his brother.
He runs because he’s in love with Dean he can’t say that and he’s scared and his beautiful big brother doesn’t need to know that.
Sam’s seventeen and one of his teachers pulled him over to the side one day at school handing him a heavy packet of paper, telling him that if he wants, he’s got the brain for college and she thinks that he should consider applying.
Sam’s seventeen and he’s handed an out to run from his brother and the thoughts that’s plagued his mind for years and he takes it.
6139. Beast Boy's mind sounds like if you got one of every animal in existence and some that don't exist in one room and locked all the doors and windows. This makes him the perfect anti-telepath weapon, as reading his thoughts causes immense pain. Nobody has realized this fact because of the stunning lack of Telepathic villains in Jump City.
* Trin locks all the doors and windows * A spotlight from nowhere shines upon her manic form, shivering in excitement * Suddenly, there are holographic slides hovering all around us * MY TIME HAS COME
The reason why Papyrus wanted to join the Royal Guard was so that he can protect his brother
He saw Sans’ low stats and started training himself from young because he’s always worried for Sans’ safety
Tokyo Ghoul is Alphys’ favourite anime because of the gore, horror and psychological aspects of it. She and Undyne get together much more quickly than in the Tale universe. They often rewatch Tokyo Ghoul over and over again in the lab.
Undyne models her eyepatch after Kaneki’s at one point
Everyone knows Undyne is super powerful, the strongest monster after Asgore in fact, and is already intimidated by her. Therefore, Undyne doesn’t see the need to put up the facade of edginess and postured strength like the other monsters. As a result, she’s the friendliest monster in the Fell universe. But her cheer compared to the other’s broodiness makes her even more intimidating.
Undyne got fired from the Royal Guard because she was so friendly with all her soldiers. Even after she got fired, she still takes them out for drinks sometimes.
Because Toriel is so madly lonely, she often pretends her kids are alive and at home and cooks way too much food. She ends up distributing her food to the monsters chilling in the RUINS.
Toriel is basically that lonely old lady on the bus who won’t stop talking to you and you don’t have the heart to ignore. She and the bake sale spiders end up discussing recipes often.
Toriel sometimes leaves pie out for Sans at the RUINS door. I mean, it’s always cold when he finds it but the gesture is nice.
Sans doesn’t smoke tobacco in front of the dogs because he knows it irritates their noses. Unless they did something to annoy him. Then he’ll chain smoke in front of them.
Mettaton feels overly indebted to Alphys for making him a body and will often showcase her work/ special mention her on shows.
Mettaton hunts explicitly monsters who enjoy bullying children to violently hack up on television because he got bullied as a child and thinks even in a hellish world, a childhood should at least be halfway decent.
Papyrus is very proud of his scars and will often let curious kids touch them, telling detailed and dramatic stories of each one as more and more kids gather round to listen.
Sans will yell at parents who treat their children badly, actually threatening them if things escalate
As a result, he becomes the Bad Influence Uncle to a lot of monster kids. Sans no, please stop offering kids alcohol.
Courtship in the Fell underground is very hush hush because if people know who is dear to you, they can use them as leverage against you. Confessions are dealt in echo flowers, slipped into palms like drug deals or planted into jackets with a bump in the crowd.
You know that thing during finals week where you can just open your window to fucking scream in the middle of the night and suddenly everyone’s screaming to relieve stress? Yeah, that’s a common thing to do in the underground. Literally just fucking scream any time you bloody want no one gives a fuck.