#allusion to abuse

[smolmakerel]

It was silent. Silence was never a good thing. Tara learned that lesson years ago.

Silence was the short calm before the storm, before the hurricane would mix with the tornado would mix with the earthquake. Footsteps would thunder downstairs, and the liquor cabinets would crack as they slammed shut.

These were delicate moments where she had to treat them with care. All she had to do was bite her tongue, listen for the loud noises downstairs to stop, and breathe a sigh of relief.

Things never went her way, usually.

It took one error - a tiny mistake that any normal person would miss - for shit to hit the fan. It was always her own fault she could never shut herself up.

The storm raced up the stairs with threatening stomps and would slam her door open. The wind would howl at her. The hand that clutched the neck of the bottle would jerk towards her and spill alcohol onto her freshly made bed. The storm had no mercy on Tara when it crashed into her room.

Tara was always caught in the storm. It was ongoing, never stopping even when it wasn't home. Tara was isolated in the eye while the whipping wind threatened to beat her.

She never liked storms. They scared her. Now she couldn't bear to hear a forecast about the upcoming weather.

She knew all she needed to know about weather. Outside was always gray. It was always raining. The storm had rain.

Ice cold rain was for when Tara was bad. It was a shock across her nervous system. The rain pelted like bullets to her back. The wind spat curses at her while she laid in a heap on the floor to protect herself. Cold rain brought cold wind which threw rocks shaped like fists into her body. If only the rain chilled the blooming red under her clothes.

Lukewarm rain was when Tara was left alone. She would be in her room, palm over her mouth, rocking back and forth, as she waited for the storm to die down. She forced herself to bite the inside of her cheeks bloody when the stomps neared her door only to pass and continue to the room down the hall.

Scalding rain was the storm's way of embracing her, soothing her by assuring her it wouldn't happen again. She should know by now that the hot rain was a front, but Tara couldn't help but lean into the heat as she waited for her body to accept the warmth.

She was never warm in the end.

Silence was trouble. Silence was a pair of hands around her neck, deciding whether or not to tighten and watch her struggle for mercy.

She couldn't lock her door to keep the storm out; the storm ripped the knob from her door and kept it in a box under its bed. Tara hadn't gotten anything back from that box in years.

There was no way she could be safe. Taking shelter somewhere else wasn't an option no matter how loudly Amber argued with her.

Tara would much rather deal with the storm than Amber's silence. At least then she knew how to disappear and beg for forgiveness.

Amber's silence was... unsettling. Tara had known the girl for all her life, but sometimes it felt like she knew nothing about her at all.

Amber puzzled her most times. The things she says don't match up to what Tara knows, but Amber was quick to turn the tables. She fired shot after shot, cracking Tara's confidence into smaller pieces. Then she would scoop her up and gently chastise her for not believing Amber.

"We all go through things, Tara, you're not special. Why should I believe a word you say when you barely make enough sense on a good day?"

Amber's love was too different from the storm's love. Where the storm eventually apologized, bathing her with rain that blistered and bruised her skin, Amber gave her love constantly. It felt good, but it was too much all the time. Amber never took no for an answer.

She loved it. She did. She knew what love was. She knew what Amber's love did.

Amber's love was physical. Her love was insistent hugging and kissing that had Tara clamming up in unnecessary discomfort. Her love was a gun she consistently fired into Tara's head. Her love was holding her hand as they walked out of the hospital together. Her love was promising to never love her so hard that Tara had to go to the hospital in the first place, but she deserved it. Tara had to deserve it, right?

The storm's love was usually emotional. Sometimes physical. It was calmer than the explosion from Amber.

Calmness was all Tara ever wanted. She wanted her... She didn't want the silence anymore.

Silence was never a good thing.

[inbredbrotherhood]

The way Sam sits up when Henriksen alludes to the possibility of John having molested Dean at some point is so telling. Not outright saying that John actually did do something to either of them but following along with the running undertone of CSA being a recurring trauma that Sam and Dean have both possibly experienced at the hands of their father — Dean more than Sam, however. (Sam tends to be implicated to have been molested by Dean at some point, enough that Dean holds some sort of mental power over him rather than an outright acknowledgement that both of them would be complicit in an incestuous relationship).

Also, side note: Dean is more visibly upset about being separated from Sam the he is by the accusation. He makes an expression more associated with pain than anger, but never looks disgusted by the obvious attempt to rile him as Dean is known, by Henriksen at this point, to attempt to defend his perceived innocence.

[graboidmilk]

E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me

ChalcanCoyle under the cut.

Please remain mindful of the tags.

You can look at them, and you see a God Fearing man. Sometimes, you're not quite sure which man it is, though.

(Script written by user 'eesirachs' on Tumblr)

[castironnbitch]

Laurent wore Nicaise's earring in Nesson Elloy, right?

But jewelry and opulence and indulgence is thing for bestowing upon pets in Vere. So its reasonable that the nobility dont routinely have their ears pierced

so... as part of his perversion and an added layer of laurent's abuse... do we think the regent had Laurent's ears pierced?

[momentomori24]

Something about bearing the cross. Something about a heavy crown.

[rwby-confess]

Confession #633

[mad-hunts]

speaking of angst, i know this is a very serious topic, but also... you all haven't known me to shy away from stuff like that as i think that it's important to talk about things that are often treated as 'hush-hush' because i'm not saying that this is the case all the time — but something about that is inherently fishy to me... you know? because that phrase itself is usually associated with things that are hidden that should be talked about. and one of those is that most of barton's memories regarding wesley are horrible BC he was terrible — i mean, the kind of terrible no one could excuse — + this might not seem like a big deal at first but barton does have a history of abusing alcohol.

and although it doesn't exactly completely link back to this incident; it's important to acknowledge that it did have some effect on him because it established in barton's mind that essentially that alcohol impairs your emotions + may relieve you of stress and anxiety in the short-term, but has some serious as well as bad long-term effects on your health.

but at the age of seven, barton saw his father essentially abusing alcohol by drinking mouthwash because there is a HIGH amount of alcohol in it and noticed that he seemed a lot more carefree because of it afterwards. so, as a little kid who doesn't know any better and who doesn't understand that drinking mouthwash is a bad thing to do, barton also drank some. and he got pretty relaxed from it, as one might expect, but he also got rather sick from it to the point where wesley had to bring him to the doctor.

+ after it was revealed that barton drank mouthwash, this was the first and probably only the one legitimate times where wesley scolded him gently BC also as one might expect, barton was emotional for pretty much that whole day after finding out he wasn't supposed to do that and didn't want to go to sleep because he was scared. and barton just remembers wesley laying next to him on his bed BC he wanted to show him there was nothing to be scared of and, yes, wesley told him to 'stay on his side because barton was way too old to be sleeping in the same bed as wesley.' but wesley also didn't stop him from cuddling his father and yeahhh.

it's terribly sad that barton would seek out this kind of behavior like a seal would seek out touch after being pet by a person BC that's something they discovered they liked, but they'll never be able to quite recreate it in the wild. though that's kind of exactly what happened with barton and thus, the history that he has with alcohol abuse... well, although it certainly wasn't his fault, it goes back all the way to here technically. and that is y'all's dose of devastating angst for the day.

[graboidmilk]

"Things will be different, for you."

"I'll make fucking sure of it."

(DogDad AU)

(Irkaih belongs to Tumblr User @sketchygatito)

[franciswhetsel]

finally got around to obliging to webtoons need for a content warning on tmwwb and based on their scale it is a mature comic which is funny to me because stylistically it doesn't feel like a mature comic lmao

[eviexwatson]

[ciswoman and she/her/hers] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [EVELYN “EVIE” WATSON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MAYA HAWKE]. You must be the [TWENTY-SEVEN] year old [ATTENDANT at SWEET NOTHINGS BAKERY]. Word is you’re [EASY-GOING] but can also be a bit [SELF-DESTRUCTIVE] and your favorite song is [POISON by ALICE COOPER]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER’S COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌁𐌀𐌔𐌉𐌂𐌔

Name: Evelyn Renae Watson Nickname: Evie Birthday: August 5th Zodiac: Leo Age: 26 Face Claim: Maya Hawke Occupation: Attendant Gender: Ciswoman Pronouns: She/Her Sexual Orientation: Bisexual  Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

𐌃𐌄𐌄𐌐𐌄𐌓 𐌃𐌉ᕓ𐌄

Myers-Briggs: ISTP-T Positive Traits: Adaptable, Alert, Creative, Easy-Going, independent, Uninhibited, Private, Observant, Witty  Negative Traits: Abrasive, Addictive, Insecure, Rebellious, Hot-Headed, Self-Destructive, Temperamental, Withdrawn Hobbies: Graffiti art, Smoking, Poetry, Make-up, Nail art, Skateboarding, Rock Collecting, Thrifting

𐌉𐌌𐌐Ꝋ𐌓𐌕𐌀𐌍𐌕 𐌔𐌕𐌵𐌅𐌅

TW: Parental death, car accident, mention of abuse, drug/substance abuse, overdose allusion

There are a great many things that Evie would much rather do than discuss her childhood or her parents. Like walking over heated, rusted nails, swimming in shark-infested waters with a heavily bleeding wound, or touching the hot eye of a stove without submerging her hand in water beforehand. All of these would be considerably less painful than drudging through old memories she tries her best to repress to this day.

Where do I even begin? I suppose the beginning would be best. Evelyn Renae Watson was born in mid-July, her parents were Everett and Mary-Ann Watson. Her mother was a waitress at a local diner. Her father was a well-respected officer of the ABPD, who performed his duties well and was known to be a stickler to the rules. And for the most part, when at home, he was decent enough. Sure, there may have been times when he got a little loud and would yell, especially if he had been drinking.

It wasn’t until Evie was around six that it changed. Her and her mother had gone to visit some relatives, and Evie ended up chasing after a ball one of her cousins threw at her, running out into the road, right in the way of a speeding truck, the driver neither slowing down nor paying attention. Mary-Ann rushed out to push Evie out of the way. And while Evie made it out mostly unscathed, save for a few scrapes from being shoved onto the concrete, her mother was fatally wounded. It was quite the story for a few weeks. A mother giving her life to save her child in a heroic display. Most of the family and family friends knew it was just a freak accident and never once blamed Evie for it. One person did: her father, vehemently so.

His drinking had become more frequent, and when he drank, he liked to remind her that if it weren’t for her, her mother would still be there, how it should have been her instead and many other horrible things that should have never been said to a child or to another person. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay verbal for long… As you could imagine, this had quite a negative effect on Evie. In her self-esteem as she got older. In her ability to make genuine connections with her peers. Even her grades began to suffer once she realized that doing well in school wasn’t going to help.

At some point, though she doesn’t exactly remember specifically when, as her childhood is just a blur at this point, she found an old luggage case full of old stuff tucked away in the attic. She was bored, her father wasn’t home, and TV wasn’t allowed in the house. Inside the case, she found a bunch of… Mostly stupid stuff. A bunch of old band tees with the pictures faded or crackled. What stood out the most to her was a Walkman, as well as a couple of mix tapes filled with her favorite classical rock songs, the words ‘Mary’s tunes’ and ‘Mary’s tunes #2’ written in faded ink. These were her mother’s. It still worked after putting in some batteries she found, and she never parted with it since.

While it was difficult for her to make friends and get close to people, it wasn’t impossible. She had a few shallow friendships, and only a few she would consider close friends.  It was safe to say that a few of her friends' parents didn’t approve of her. She was, after all, the angry, troubled child who never applied herself (unless it was something that she found to be interesting), got in trouble smoking cigarettes in the girls’ bathroom, skipped class, and occasionally got into fights.

Despite this, Evie found her people. Together, the group got into all sorts of mischief. Sneaking out, drinking, smoking. 

However, that wasn’t enough to help her cope with the pain of her trauma. So, the first time she was offered weed, she took it and never looked back. It helped tremendously, until eventually, it didn’t as well.

Evie slowly began to dabble into harder drugs. Up until she was eighteen, that was her norm. Carefully navigating her father’s temper, and sneaking out to hang out with her friends, Evie secretly got a job so that she could move out as soon as possible. After graduation, and once she was eighteen, she worked up the nerve to finally move out. She just.. Kinda left one day when he was at work.

After that, things seemed to get better, though there were several times when she spiraled. Evie got into trouble with the law often, either late at night when she would get caught tagging a place and would lose all of her spray paint, or whenever she’d be caught with drug paraphernalia.

There were times Evie found herself wanting to get clean, but doing so on your own without any support was more than impossible. She’d be clean for a few weeks to even months before a relapse until she eventually relapsed. Her last relapse led her straight into a hospital, which saved her life, then rehab.

She’s back in Aurora Bay with her twelve-month recovery token always tucked away in her pocket to remind herself of how far she’s come.

@aurorabayaesthetic

[mad-hunts]

okay, so i know this is a million years late, BUT we're just going to act like i just posted that post about how i believe barton would actually come to peace with death rather quickly in the event that he was dying okok / j [ahahhh, i'm just messing around with you all (': but anyways, allow me to get back into talking about it; like i'm sure you all are reading this for LOL]

nahhh, but i honestly was working on this for a little bit longer than i thought because i wanted time to really try to explain my thought process the best i could, you know? because that is not the kind of thing that people would probably expect from a villain character... though, with good reason, of course. and the fact that barton is actually afraid of dying does make it a little more unexpected, in my humble opinion. however, i promise that everything about this will make sense by the time i'm done explaining it.

so, no matter the scenario, i've always seen barton as a character who's very stubborn and who's resolve and/or goal to 'fix' as many people as he can is the right one most if not all the time. this is, of course, due to a variety of factors: one being that this sort of ideology was introduced to barton at a young age, and he never learned how to 'break out of it' so-to-speak (though he knew it was harmful). another one is that he's been exposed to a lot of terrible sights over the years and believes that humanity isn't inherently good, like batman, for example.

no. i'd say that barton is much more pessimistic and tends to expect the worst out of people automatically. as a result, this has kind of implemented the delusion upon him that 'well, if everyone's already bad anyways, then who's to say that these people don't in some way maybe deserve it?' so yeah. that second thing is a lot to unpack there on its own, i believe, but that is the general basis of what kind of character he is.

but here comes the double-layered part of it: barton had never wanted for his life to turn out this way, with him self-sabotaging and hurting people all throughout it. he sees 'normal' people after all, especially those who are happy and often becomes jealous of what they have, in fact. barton had fallen into the unfortunate trap of growing up in a household that praised him for hurting people... and when he was introduced to winslow, it felt like he'd gotten whiplash because he was nothing like wesley.

he couldn't break out of that terrible way of thinking, but of course, one can't blame everything on their past and must take responsibility for what they're doing. barton in this scenario of dying chose to go down a path of becoming a god damn serial killer just like his father; effectively becoming similar to him in some ways even though he didn't want to. and at his time of dying, i think that barton would have this moment of clarity that is a bit complex, but that i'll try to explain the best i can here.

this would be that he hasn't done any 'good' in his life much, if at all, but in the event that barton had time to spend before he died and was aware he would... he could do one good thing, and that would be to — although this wouldn't even begin to make up for everything he put them through, barton wouldn't be expecting that or their forgiveness — make his kids promise to break that cycle of violence in their family because they could still make something good of themselves.

they'd still have their whole life ahead of themselves, after all. barton wouldn't be claiming that it'd be easy or anything like that, but he'd want for them to be able to live a simple life like he secretly wanted to. and it'd be alright if they only thought of barton once in a while, or even never again because he knows that what he's done to them can't be undone. but the thing about death is that it makes you realize stuff like what you put out into the world is what you'll get back; and you have to do this life right, because you only get to live it once.

so, yeah, he wouldn't have any unreasonable expectations that he'd be making up with them or act like he's a saint now because he's doing this. but he could at least do this one thing for them after an adjustment period because facing your own mortality is probably scary, as i can imagine.

and it'd make anyone really think about what they want their legacy to be. and does barton want his to be his kids continuing the family business by killing people + thus condemning themselves to a life of staying awake late at night, just like him, thinking about what could've been? no, though it might take him some time to realize that, too.

now, if barton was dying suddenly and didn't have much time to do anything, then things would be very different. if any of his kids were present for it, then he'd tell them not to cry and that they'll be okay without him. probably better, actually, because barton believes he's never been the 'nurturing' type. but he'd ask them to grant a request for him and that would be to live the rest of their life/lives in a way that they could be proud of. with anyone else, i think that barton would come to peace with it by saying that he's done a lot of things he regrets (again, a moment of clarity) but one of the best things he ever did was have his kids.

so, telling them to pass on a message for him that he loves them and accepting it because he's just caused suffering + as well felt like he'd been suffering for a good portion of his life, so maybe it was just... time for him to move on? that'd be the way he'd react to that. which is... yeahhh, it's got a little bit of a kick to it, but once again; complexity is basically barton's middle name and he's not going to expect anyone to treat him any differently for doing this.

even in death, i don't think barton would want pity and would likely laugh at himself for thinking this would 'never happen to him,' as a matter of fact. but he would be genuinely calm and sentimental in a way that's very rare for him. so, yeah.

this was one long ass analysis, but if you made it to the bottom, i want to say that i appreciate you and love you to the bottom of my heart MUAHHH!! y'all are amazing and i just want to say RPing with my moots on here is always a blast for me 🩷 plus, i'm so honored that you're interested in my probably overcomplicated (LOL i kiddd, but IDK. he might be) OC that i made based off of a comic book batman villain that's appeared in like... two batman comics, haha. it really makes my heart happy.

[theglitchywriterboi]

Into The Darkness

Hello Elda [@betweenthetimeandsound] !!! I'm your person for the Valentines Day exchange from @writeblrcafe !!!!! [Some words in the story are meant to be italicized but for some reason Tumblr undid all that...]. Anyway onto the story, I hope you like it & I hope you have an amazingly lovely Valentines Day !!!!! ^_^

The walls of the house bleed with the pain of old memories, both long forgotten ones & those that stuck. It’d been seven years since Ash had last walked through these halls. At the time he left he didn’t think he’d ever have to come back here again.

His father died, to Ashs pleasure, and given he was an only child, he had inherited the house.

It felt as though the walls spoke to him. Taunted him with the memories they shared together.

Ash was not inclined to keep it.

His partner Dev supported him in this. The two were looking for a home, and while if they had stumbled upon a house of similar making during their search, they would’ve loved it. But this house had too much built into it. Ash could never stay near here, let alone call it his home. It hadn’t been his residence for a while & it had never been his home.

Even though it had been stripped down, not a piece of furniture in site, it still felt the same.

Ash looked out the window. The real estate agent was supposed to be here hours ago. Dev had called several times. Apparently traffic was really bad.

While they continued their wait, the two sat on the floor of the former living room. The orange light from the oncoming sunset filled the bare room.

Eeeeaaaaaaakkkkkkkkk

Their heads jerked towards their right. The sound seemed to be coming from the staircase.

“Mrs. Vivson?” Ash called out, wondering if they had somehow missed the agent coming inside. He hadn’t noticed before, but past the threshold of the living room, it was pitch black. Not poor lighting - it seemed as though everything but the room they were in had boon enveloped by pure darkness.

Dev, who had been sitting next to ash on his left, leaned forward to get a better look. Ash looked at him, and saw Dev looked from the window back to the darkness. It was good it wasn’t Ashes eyes playing tricks on him he supposed.

“Whys it so...” Dev started.

“I dunno…” Ash replied. He stood up & made his way towards the darkness.

As he got closer, the world past the living room didn’t look any clearer.

His nose practically touched the space between the living room & the hallway. He turned around & looked at Dev, who had since stood & had been hesitantly following Ash.

“A-Ash?” A shaky voice called out from the darkness. Kyo? Ash thought for a second, before brushing away the thought. Kyo had been missing for years. Long before Ash had even had the chance to leave himself.

But the sound of screams, that resembled the sound of Kyos far too closely for Ashs liking, broke through his thoughts.

Without thinking, Ash bolted towards the sound, not for a second registering the fact this couldn’t possibly be his long missing brother. Even if he was alive, how would he… His voice sounded exactly the same as it did when they were kids…

As the darkness enveloped him, it was as if he were transported to another world. The layout of the room was the same, but everything, not that there was much besides the walls, looked ragged & worn. The paint peeling & the floor splintered. It reminded him of how it looked when he was little.

A hand touched Ashs back, momentarily causing him to jump back, only to realize it was simply Dev who had followed behind him.

Looking back at where the two last were, it appeared the same. Soft orange light filled the room, the walls & floor perfectly maintained.

It was weird, but Ash couldn’t focus on that right then. He heard soft crying that sounded like Kyo coming from upstairs. He looked at Dev.

“Do you hear that?” He asked.

Dev nodded. “Are… Are you sure we should go up there? This is weird… Maybe we should turn back,” Dev explained.

“I can’t… I can’t until I’m sure its not Kyo up there,” Ash had mentioned Kyo to Dev in the past, so he was aware how important closure was for Ash. Maybe thats why, regrettably, Dev didn’t protest.

As the two crept up the stairs, vines, leaves, & debris filled more and more of their path. There was practically nothing when they first began their trek up, so the sudden change on a small flight was odd. Though nothing about this was normal.

The two reached the top.

Ash knew where to go. Where the crying came from. The source of the leaves & vines.

It was all clustered in front of Kyos old bedroom door.

He dreaded going inside. He had been in there a couple times since Kyo went missing. It was the nicest room in the house. Even though Kyo was missing, it still weirdly felt full. It comforted him.

He hated his parents for not making the house nice until after Kyo left. The day he went missing, suddenly the house became spotless, the structure was maintained… If they had kept it together before Kyo went missing then maybe… Maybe he wouldn’t have…

Dev held his hand & gave Ash a comforting squeeze. Ash turned to him & gave a weak smile, before the two pressed on.

The vines were sharp & spiked. But that didn’t deter Ash. his hands bled as he ripped the vines away from the door. He didn’t care though. He had to get inside. Dev help - which Ash felt bad about. He didn’t care about his own being, but he didn’t want Dev to hurt himself.

It felt like forever for them to clear the door. Realistically, it wasn’t long, but when you’re digging through what feels like glass, even a minute feels like hours.

Taking a deep breath, Ash attempted to open the door.

Locked.

He twisted the nob with all his might, but it didn’t budge. Did they come all this way for nothing?

Dev gently nudged Ash out of the way. Though he was confused, Ash obliged & moved out of the way, only to see Dev begin to slam himself against the door. The cries from the room got louder, as if whoever - or whatever, wasn’t expecting that.

Finally the door burst open, the actual door fell to the floor as Dev himself nearly fell in as well, only to be saved by Ash.

The two tentatively entered the room, slowly examining it. It was filled to the brim with vines, leaves, & a plethora of other plant life. One thing stood out though.

One single tree, by the window. Kyos former favorite spot.

Ash made his way over to it, carelessly ripping away any plant that was in his way.

“Stop stop stop stop,” A crying voice said.

Kyo? Ash thought to himself. It sounded just like him.

He didn’t like the thought of hurting his little brother, but he had to be sure. So as his heart ached at the sound, he ripped the plants away faster as he rushed to the voice, which was now a sobbing mess.

When he & Dev reached the tree, Ash paused. The crying was so loud. He reached & pulled some of the plants away, but the crying further intensified. He couldn’t just…

Dev once again stepped in, ripping away the rest of the plants. He too seemed distraught by the sound of a child screaming & crying, but while nothing was said between the two, he knew how important this was to Ash.

As the last of the plants was pulled away, it revealed a small child. Kyo.

He didn’t look a second older than he was when he left, but that didn’t mean he didn’t appear differently.

Kyos eyes were tired, as if he had lived a thousand lifetimes of torment. His body appeared fused to the tree. Some looked melded to it, while others seemed as though someone has sewn that part to the tree.

“Kyo? Wh-what happened?” Ash asked in disbelief.

Kyo continued to cry as he replied, “I wanted to protect us,”

He & Dev looked at each other confused, “What do you mean?”

“They said if I stay here they’d keep everything nice,” Kyo explained through sobs. Ash felt uncomfortable while being there due to the general atmosphere, but up until then he didn’t feel watched or as though he was prey. But now he felt like he was about to be somethings next meal.

“Wh-who said that?”

“I don’t remember they just left me here,” Kyos voice rose as he cried louder slurring his words as they mixed with sobs. “They said they’d make the house nice & the food good, but they left me here,”

Ash thought back. He didn’t recall anyone interacting with Kyo that they didn’t already know. But the changes did line up with what Kyo said. The day he left the house appeared impeccable, the food was always good & fresh, even though his parents rarely went to the store. He didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed until now. Maybe it was because it was so normal to him he didn’t register. Even the furniture got better, and their parents sure as hell didn’t have the money for new chairs, let alone refurnishing the entire house

“Lets lets get you out of here,” Ashe said, reaching for Kyo.

Kyo squirmed though. It was weird seeing him move. It was like seeing a statue moving.

“No! They said if I left the house would go bad & we’d never get to stay here,” Ash didn’t understand. As far as he knew, Kyo didn’t know the changes actually happened, so why would he want to stay?

“Kyo, we have to go, the house is…” As he was about to finish, he realized he didn't know what to tell him. Lie & tell him his effort - his pain, had been for nothing? Or risk him wanting to stay because it had worked, the house was better?

Before he could think of a response, Dev cut in, “The house is fine - you really helped,” He started. Kyo looked mildly comforted, but still suspicious seeing as this was a man he didn't know speaking to him, “But you guys have to move - and your guys’ new house is much nicer,” For a second Kyo seemed intrigued, before quickly suppressing that curiosity.

“No! I'm supposed to protect this house, not some new one! We're supposed to be here - together!” Kyo stubbornly shouted.

“You don't have to do that anymore Ky. We'll be safe, we'll be okay, & we will be together,” Ash tried, but Kyo remained stubborn.

Ash & Dev shared a look. They couldn't leave him there, but he was being stubborn.

That's when Ash decided to move quickly.

Before he could even think about his actions, he grabbed Kyo [as much of Kyo as he could that is. A great deal of him was still attached to the tree], and pulled with all his might.

Kyo screamed, his flesh pulling & ripping with every pull. It hurt Ashes heart, but he kept pulling. Dev quickly got Devs plan & latched himself onto Kyo, pulling along with Ash.

“STOP, LET ME GO! LET ME GO THIS IS ALL I'M GOOD FOR, STOP STOP!”

Ash was concerned regarding what his brother was saying, but he didn't have time to address that. Around them the house began to shake, rumbling & crumbling with every pull, every scream. But the two kept going. They kept going until Kyo was in their arms.

He attempted to squirm away, but due to his new injuries [along with the fact he was a child], he didn't have much success.

The walls began to boom, the deterioration accelerating now that Kyo was detached from the tree. A scream that didn't sound quite human rang out through the air.

Ash cradled his brother as the now trio began to run. Dev led the way out.

Some stairs cracked as they ran down them, whereas others floated up through the air, detaching themselves from the rest of the house. Loud stomps could be heard following them, but Ash refused to look back. Vines attempted to grab them, narrowly missing each time. The living rooms orange glow was in sight.

A pained scream rang out once again, coming from everywhere & nowhere at once.

Dev entered the living room, turning quickly to grab Ash & Kyo, pulling them in with him. Claws slashed at Ashs leg, unsuccessful at grabbing him, but causing him to feel as though his leg was about to be gushing blood.

But the second his leg hit the threshold of the living room it was… Fine.

He jumped up & began to examine Kyo.

Kyo was there & he seemed… Fine. No wounds, still breathing, just around 15 years younger than he was supposed to be.

The three didn't say anything. The house around them wasn't the same as it was when they entered. The changes were slower than they were when they had entered wherever Kyo was, but they still happened rapidly. The paint began to peel first, then the floor slowly began to feel rougher.

None of them wanted to go near that place again & they were in too much of a hurry to try & get to the front door. Ash pulled the window open, holding a now quiet Kyo as they jumped out of the window, Dev following close behind.

As they tumbled onto the grass, a car pulled into the driveway.

“My apologies Mr. Quartz!” Mrs. Vivson said, rushing out of her car. “Oh my & this must be the son you two mentioned - hello Kyo” She said with a smile, bending down to his eye level & holding her hand out for him to shake, to which Kyo timidly took it.

Ash & Dev looked at one another in confusion. Neither of them asked her what she meant.

As Ash looked around, the world appeared… Different.

Everything was the same, but certain sections of the street, certain windows in people's houses… They all had that same chilling, unnatural darkness…

[sourkitsch]

Adam L moment . I am now finding myself cosplaying a recovered alcoholic so that I don’t have to explain anything to my friends when I say I don’t wanna bar hop with them.

[arsenicflame]

'im doing great!!!' <- had to read through old messages from their [????] to remind themselves that was a legitimate thing that happened and not just a delusion

[mad-hunts]

so, tonight, i will talking about barton's mental health once more because i was thinking about dexter (as in the show) and how one of the characters in it who's name is doakes + this is because for a while... he was the ONLY person in the show who was able to recognize there was something a bit 'off' for lack of better words with dexter himself. and i'm bringing this up in particular because i like how the show itself points out how, because doakes's character was a killer himself, that he was able to kind of see past the facade that dexter put on. and/or sense that they were similar in that they both had this sense of darkness inside themselves.

which brings me to talking about how, as i have done some research on it (though this still doesn't make me an expert on it OFC! i'm just trying to do my due diligence to get everything as accurate as i could while using the internet as a resource), it kind of depends on other's having similar traits to him for barton to be able to recognize when other people are 'like him' - and also for him to get to know them at some capacity, especially because some people's way of 'masking' is very different from barton's. BUT barton is not particularly in the business of labeling anyone as a sociopath because he doesn't think of himself in those kind of terms either, really.

though anyhow, like i was saying, barton can see when someone is like him through them possessing traits like a lack of morals, callousness, 'predatory' behavior (or the act of trying to exploit other's for their own gain to put it simply), etcetera. and when someone acts this way towards his friends, family, or dare i say his partner then barton absolutely has the tendency to become protective over these people in his 'inner circle.' like, he will make his dislike towards them known one way or another because hey...

barton's logic here is that someone can mess with him all they want, but whenever it comes to the people he cares about in his own... barton-like way (LOL) then he will not put up with that at all. barton will be glaring at them hard-core during any interaction they have, distinctly when they're clearly trying to prey on a member of his 'inner circle' in one way or another. he will also threaten them through not-so-subtle ways. and if it comes down to it, let me just say that barton has a history of violence + a rap sheet a mile long so that may or may not have something to do with what his next cours eof action would be if they don't back off.

so, basically, what i'm trying to say is that people with NPD (narcissistic personality disorder) or ASPD like barton or just possess these traits definitely do not get off scott-free just BC they may be alike. and i thought this was kind of interesting because i know that i have talked about how barton doesn't even know how his mind works himself half-the-time before, BUT. him displaying this behaviors while he's still all those other things does say something to me; and that is that its quite possible that barton really does mean it when he says things like he doesn't want to be like his father, wesley.

because do you know what his bio father would've done in a situation where someone with the same kind of behaviors as him was threatening their family? stopping them from continuing would've been more of a matter of keeping up this 'image' for himself that he cares about barton. but barton actually does this because he genuinely doesn't want these people he's built relationships with to get hurt, and yeah, that doesn't make him automatically a good person. because he isn't one. though in some ways, i'd like to say he's put a halt to the generational trauma in the mathis family.

[kynslaa]

〡 〡 〡  @sealure 「   ᵗᵃˡᶦᵃ   𝑙𝑖𝑐𝘩𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑛   」   ↳   a surprise starter . . .

✧ ˚ ˖ ݁₊   THE PAYPHONE CUTS OFF     uriah’s conversation with felicity, pockets empty of loose change, heart full of frustration.     it’s nearing the end of another university year, which means another summer home with elias, his no-good, better-off-dead father, and his helpless mother.     he huffs, white-knuckling the phone, silent on the other line.     slinging his backpack over his shoulder, uriah abandons the phone line to trek back to his dorm room, new york’s summer heat climbing as the morning progressed.     the sunshine on his tan skin warmed the months-long chill left in his bones after winter, but nothing can rid him of the permanent shiver crawling down his spine at the thought of home.     messing with the lock of his dorm room, uriah swings the door open to reveal the light of his life, his songbird, his talia.     it’s easy to forget his troubles when his eyes rove her face — rosy button nose and the prettiest smile he’s ever seen.     she’s perched on his bed, smudged pink and white in her skirts, her bolero.     her mouth glistens with shiny gloss, and her dark, curly tresses slide behind her shoulders.     ❝ baby, ❞ he muses, closing the door with his foot.     he tosses the backpack aside when he flops onto his bed to join her joyously.     burying his face against her abdomen, uriah hums contently before settling his head in her lap.     his arms naturally wind around her hips.     ❝ how long y’ been waiting for me, hm ?  i missed you… ❞