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NEW EMAIL FROM “Puppies”: Hello. Please refill my water bowl. Thank you!

NEW EMAIL FROM “Puppies”: Hello. Please refill my food bowl. Thank you!

NEW EMAIL FROM “Puppies”: Hello. Are you busy? Let’s play! Thank you!

NEW EMAIL FROM “Puppies”: Hello. I love you so much! Thank you!

NEW EMAIL FROM “Puppies”: Hello. I’m tired from playing a lot. I am going to take a nap. Thank you!

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i think a cross country road trip with disposable cameras and stops at odd landmarks and quirky roadside attractions while collecting trinkets as souvenirs along the way would fix me

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Rhea Ripley X Karlach

Needed to not do commission work for a day, my brain is fried :P

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vendetta leon after the divorce: a moodboard

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OH MY GOD?!?!? IM SOAKEDDDD DOWN TO THE BONE, LORDDDDD HAVE MERCY. I CANT BREATHE

@/chitob_vp on ig

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actually unfair... like fully.

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trigger warning for self harm + scars + accidental injury bringing back memories

i keep seeing my scars on my wrists and idk i feel weird about it, like that part of my life is over yet i still keep seeing the physical reminders of it. idk it’s also kind of comforting in a way to know that they’re fully healed and that one day i might be too!

i won’t lie though i did break a mirror a bit ago and while cleaning up the mess accidentally cut my wrist with a piece of the glass (FULLY ON ACCIDENT) but it did remind me for a bit about that time and idk i just feel a bit weird about that now

i’m happy to say that i do feel better though like mentally, as in if this was last year i would have been triggered very badly but instead i just feel indifferent and i like that! i’m not upset! just it happened and that’s okay, moving on!

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Could yall stop shooting each other outside my window im trying to masturbate

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Come to Bed, Sweet Girl

Wanda Maximoff x Autistic!Fem!Reader

Summary: You are trying so hard to stay awake, to read, but Wanda knows you too well. She knows how much you try and push yourself past your limits and she won’t let you.

CW: 18+, autism masking, autism burnout, sensory overload, fatigue, Thumb sucking (non-regression, for sensory comfort), Mentions of exhaustion, mentions of pushing past limits, Power dynamic, consensual care taking Wanda, Brief dependency, physical support, fluff, comfort.

Word Count: 458

Reading time: 2 Minutes

A/N: Just a small note to say that the thumb sucking is NOT regression or infantilisation. It is a part of readers personal comfort/self-soothing/stimming behaviour… I’ve been pretty nervous to share this but I hope you enjoy this Drabble!

The heat of the summer sun had died down, you were now sat in an old creaking chair in the reading room, the tea Wanda had made for you now cold. The book lay in your hands, and each sentence was getting harder to read, your eye lid felt heavy and then the book fell from your hands landing with a crash in the ground, jerking you awake.

You groaned, the tiredness taking over your body despite it only being 8pm. Wanda was watching from the doorway—you hadn’t noticed. She laughed softly when the book fell, holding her own tea she set it aside.

“Come now draga.” She whispered, crouching to pick up the book and her palm rested on your bare knee.

“I’m fine.” You whisper, half trying to convince yourself more than Wanda.

“No, come on. Let’s me take you up to bed,” Wanda straightens herself back up, holding the book in one hand, and the other held out for you to take. “I’ll read to you.”

Your eyes flicker to her palm, slight tingles of magic glowing and you wanted to you really did, but you were so used to masking to forcing yourself to do thing past what you could handle—even things such as reading.

“Let’s go. I’m not asking.” Wanda finally said, she knew what you were like, she knew you’d push yourself beyond your limits and so she had to step in when necessary. You conceded.

“Fine…” you whispered, exhaustion lacing your voice. You rubbed your eyes before putting your hand into hers stepping out of the chair. Your body heavy with sleep and leaning into Wanda so much so, she practically had to hold you up to get you up the stairs and into bed.

“Come on sweet girl. Mamas got you.” And she did. Wanda was already in her own soft pajamas, she slid in next to you pulling you against her, your head gently laying on her chest as she began to read. “Stop fighting sleep baby, you’re so tired, just let go. I’m not going anywhere.”

Wanda held the book with one hand, her voice soft as she read each word with care, her other hand curled round you and reaching to your scalp running her fingers through your hair, a little swirl of magic glowing—helping you to fall asleep.

Your thumb moved into your mouth sucking slowly as you always did when you were tired, index finger clueless over your nose as you finally allowed yourself to sleep, curled into Wanda’s side.

“Shhh, that’s my good girl.” Wandas voice was barely above a whisper as she watched you, thumb in your mouth, eyes shut and fully asleep wrapped in the peaceful, love and protection of Wanda.

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why do you even have tattoos if your wife and kid don't use it as coloring book

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bro why are you asking me if you’re abusive?? i’m pretty sure that if you HAVE to ask you already know the answer. yes. my emotional shutdown IS a trauma response to you!!!!! haha!!! crazyyyyyyyy!!! wow!!!! what a thought!!!!!!

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Caitvi by Tamias

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Wrong answers only! :D

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