Whump Prompt #1137
I don’t think people quite understand how miserable misophonia is.
It’s the nausea that comes with sounds that you know people can’t help but make. It’s the coughing that puts your teeth on edge, the crinkling of paper that makes you furious. It’s the too-loud TV that makes you want to scream and the voices with hissing ‘s’ sounds that make you want to vomit. It’s the chewing and heavy breathing and scratching of cutlery that destroys your appetite. It’s the constantly creaking floorboards that awaken a panicked rage in you when you’re just trying to breathe.
It’s the overstimulation when your headphones are too loud but not loud enough as the usually predictable songs grate against your brain.
It’s the inability to get comfortable in your usual safe space.
It’s the tears of frustration and headaches that form because no one gets it. You can’t talk about it because it’s unreasonable. You can’t ask someone to stop because they get defensive/see no issue.
It’s miserable.
Maybe this is something your whumpee experiences from so much time spent alone/in isolation. Maybe they inadvertently isolate themselves further, as they can’t stand to be around the people they love through no fault of their own (taking their meals to their room etc).
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Nancy trying to reach a book in the top row of a shelf and failing so she turns around to ask Robin but Robin is already in front of her when she does. She says “I got this Nance, wait-” and tiptoes to get the book and what she DOESN’T realize is that her chest is literally shoving on Nancy’s face and Nancy is losing her mind.
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Dylan Headcanon 10
Dylan lengthens his friends' names. If things were different and he were closer to the counselors he'd verbally call them:
Kaitlynette
Abigailia
Ryrannosaurus
Emmagulation
Nickelodeon
Jacoberton
rather than just mentally acknowledging them as such at times. Blasé Dylan could totally just go for it and call them by the nicknames, but Dylan Dylan is too scared of accidentally upsetting someone or being annoying.
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The first time Castiel heard the phrase to 'kiss something better' he thought it sounded like a ridiculous notion.
How could a kiss heal a wound? Kisses held no magic. No power.
But Castiel found the phrase drifting back to him while he looked at Dean, hissing with pain as he wiped blood away from his grazed skin.
(Dean insisted on wearing jeans with useless intentional rips on the knees, so it felt inevitable that he would eventually scuff the skin there.) (Castiel had even told him so.) (Dean had told him to stop being such a nag.)
Strange how Castiel knew that there were no mystical properties to a kiss, and yet now it was all he could think about. He could sink to his knees and place his lips directly over the wound, letting his grace knit the flesh below. Or... he could grab a fistful of Dean's flannel and crush his lips to Castiel's own, walking them backwards until they hit the wall, bodies lined up, grace pouring in through their joined lips to thread down Dean's body to the injury and-
"Hey, Cas? You okay there, buddy?" Dean said, snapping Castiel out of his thoughts. His lips pulled up into a playful grin that actively grew as Castiel huffed and narrowed his eyes. "Y'kinda giving me a look like you might smite me or eat me."
"Your jeans are impractical," Castiel snapped in a deep rumble. He prodded Dean in the forehead with two fingertips - felt his grace seal the injury instantly - and disappeared with a hard flap of wings.
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he should’ve been a chainsmoking sound guy for concerts whos been in the industry for forty years that tells you unhinged stories about his buddy who toured with rush unprompted on your smoke break
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☆.。.:* happy birthday, akito! *:.。.☆
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🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀(crab rave music)🦀🦀🦀🦀
(podfic cover for Free, by Raichett, read by violetturningviolet
in which hey, about that whole selkie skin thing. what if: nosy vex?)
fic: here
podfic: here
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