#y'all asked for the pain

[floralembarrassment]

Hi! I love your fics so much they always make my day better <3

I was just wondering if you could write an angsty/Sad Rosekiller fic? Idk why I'm just in the mood to feel pain and i love your writing so yeah :)

Hi you very kind human! I'm glad you find some joy here! What's fun request that made me hurt my own feelings so I hope it hits your pain fancy - as always requests and asks are the best! with love

Burning Desire (1/3) (rosekiller)

The thing with Evan and Barty is that everyone knew they were supposed to be together except them. They were both too stubborn, a bit too dim, and honestly too desperate for one another that neither of them had a clue the other had been pinning for years.

But how was Evan supposed to know? Barty was out flirting with everyone. He was with a different girl to in Hogsmead each weekend, and dancing with a different Slytherin boy every other, and kissing his friends just for fun. When Evan figured out he was ace he nearly threw in the towel, except his heart couldn't let go.

When Evan had both worked up the courage and had had enough, he wrote everything he wanted to tell Barty, planning to burn the note before he spoke to him in person. But as he wrote his heart out he realized that losing his friendship with Barty was actually worse than not telling him about this stupid little crush. Evan crumbled up the note and decided he once and for all needed to get over himself.

Evan went to grab his wand he had thrown on the bed as Barty walked into the dorm. He jumped and quickly set the parchment on fire, and Barty looked at him with a quizzical smirk.

"What are you hiding Rosier? Starting a diary like Regulus are we?" He chided.

In that moment Evan was hurt, especially because he had just decided that he would never be enough for Barty and at least being his friend, being able to be near him would have to be enough. And while he wasn't writing a diary, he did push his emotions down like Regulus and lash out instead.

"How about you mind your fucking business Crouch. You clearly wouldn't know a thing about privacy, seeing as you were basically practicing to be an exhibitionist in the common room with that 7th year," Evan sneered. It was meaner than their usual banter, and Evan knew Barty heard the nastiness in the tone.

Barty threw him a stinging hex, but Evan blocked it with ease: "oh screw off, you're just jealous because you haven't done so much as hold hands with someone since 4th year." Barty hit back.

"Jealous? You think I'm jealous? I don't want anyone you've been with," Evan scoffed, his cheeks flushed, betraying him though. He wasn't jealous about what sexual things Barty did, but he was jealous of those who held him closer...

What Evan didn't know was that Barty was only trying to get over his long lust for Evan. Evan never once reciprocated his flirtations, even when he was crudely foreword. How was Barty supposed to know why Evan was really jealous. Barty wanted to offer to help Evan find someone, but he never could bring himself to it, always thankful that Evan would decline because Barty wasn't sure he could handle seeing Evan with anyone else.

"Well clearly you are hiding something," is all Barty ended up replying. "I'll just forget it okay?" He finished and Evan sighed, just looking down at his shoes.

Barty stepped forward, reaching out like he normally would to pull Evan into a hug, but Evan jolted back. Barty looked at him surprised, they always hugged to make up after they snapped at it each other.

"I... I gotta go," Evan said and he nearly ran out of the room.

Barty stood for a moment confused and concerned. Clearly something was going on with Evan. He moved to his desk to fix it up and see if his herbology homework needed to be done, maybe help cheer him up. But he noticed that the first page of the homework was missing and the second page was singed. Did Evan burn his homework? Barty thought, but then he looked around him and saw the crumpled up piece of paper that must be the first page. When Barty picked it up though, he froze.

[qtboni]

╰﹒ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 !

PAIRING: Ooc!Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: He lashes out on you + very dismissive over your efforts for him :((

C/W: Angst, no comfort (see p2 for comfort!), mentions of toxic behavior (bcz words), offensive languages, depictions of mental health struggles (anxiety, but js tiny amount). [ fanart credits : ave661 on tumblr ]

W/C: 1.1k bubs

Simon had been going through a lot lately, and you could tell it was taking a toll on him. He had been working overtime at work, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes every time he came home.

You want to do something special for him, something to lift his spirits up.

The air was charged with anticipation as Simon stepped through the door, making you want to burst out of happiness.

You had been eagerly awaiting his arrival, eager to show him what you'd been working on all day. You had been so excited to do something special for him, and you had gone the extra mile to make this night perfect!

The air, still thick with tension, Simon walked through the hallway. He'd had a long, hard day at work, and the last thing he wanted was to deal with anything else.

Price had been nagging him more than usual on the mission. Simon was tired and just wanted to rest, but Price's constant barrage of questions and commands was starting to get on his nerves.

He tried his best to keep his cool, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit frustrated. Despite his best efforts, he managed to keep his emotions in check and focus on the task at hand.

After the mission was over, Simon was relieved to finally have a moment to himself. He just wanted to rest and have a good night, but there you were, being a nuisance to him.

You could see the weariness in his eyes, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He shrugged off your attempts to engage him, not wanting to deal with the small talk.

As Simon dropped his collection of his military wears in the near cabinet, you approached him, your heart still pounding with excitement.

"Simon," you said, your voice trembling and a cheeky smile forming on your lips. "I've been working on a special surprise for you all day. I made your favorite snacks, decorated the living room, and even picked out a movie I know you'll love! I just wanted to make tonight special."

Simon looked up at you, his expression unreadable. "What?" he asked, his tone sharp and exhaustion palpable in his voice.

Despite his attitude, you pushed forward, eager to show him the cozy living room setup you'd created.

"Ta da!" you exclaimed, gesturing to the cozy space. "I wanted to make our movie night extra special tonight, so I went all out."

You'd decorated it with fairy lights, set out the popcorn and drinks, and made sure the couch was nice and toasty with a mountain of blankets.

"I just wanted to do something special for you," you added, your voice light and upbeat.

Simon's expression fell. He looked at the setup as if it were an annoyance, and you felt your feelings going down the drain.

You tried to hide your disappointment though and put on a cheerful smile, but it was hard to hide the hurt in your eyes. "What's wrong?" you asked hesitantly.

Simon shook his head, and for the first time, you saw the signs of his stress and turmoil. His lips were thin, his brow furrowed, and you could tell that he was struggling just to keep it all together.

"I can't take on one more thing right now," he said, his voice rising with frustration. "I'm exhausted. I can't deal with this right now."

You felt a lump form in your throat as you realized the full extent of your mistake.

"I..."

Your heart sank.

You couldn't believe you hadn't realized how tired he looked, how haggard and stressed. You had been so caught up in your excitement that you had missed the signs, the signals that he couldn't take on any more.

You had been so eager to do something nice for him, and in doing so, you had only added to his burden.

A tense silence fell over the room, and you could feel the tension rising between you. You wanted to comfort him, to make things right, but you didn't know how.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

As you stood there in silence, your heart racing and tears swimming in your eyes, he finally spoke.

"Well, don't," he snapped, his irritation evident in his tone. "I can take care of myself. And I didn't ask for any of these."

You watch as he points to the decorated living room. Your efforts. Your hopes of having a good night of movies with him.

You felt the tears spill over and course down your cheeks.

"I didn't mean to make things worse for you," you said, your voice trembling. "I just wanted to do something nice for you, to lift your spirits. I didn't realize..."

Simon sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I appreciate the effort, really I do. It's just..." He trailed off, searching for the right words. "Can you just stop being a bother? I can't take on anything else right now. I'm already stretched so thin, and I can't..."

You felt your chest tighten at his words.

You had always known that Simon was a hard worker, but you had never truly appreciated the toll it took on him. You had always been there to support him, to lift him up when he was feeling low, and you had always assumed that he would do the same for you.

At that moment, you realized that you had been asking too much of him. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes and the slump of his shoulders.

The realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

Your voice barely above a whisper, you managed to say, "I... I understand. I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

You could feel the hurt in your chest, like a physical pain that made it hard to breathe.

“Stop being a bother.”

The tears were already falling down your face, and your heart ached with the weight of your mistakes. It was just a reminder of how much you loved him and how desperately you wanted to be with him.

Simon didn't utter another word, just nodded his head, but his silence spoke volumes. An oppressive and heavy sense of unease permeated the air, leaving no doubt that there was nothing else to be said.

You stood there, feeling numb and defeated as you watched him leave to the bedroom.

You had learned a difficult lesson that night, and one that you would never forget. The road to happiness was not always smooth, and sometimes, even the people we love the most can hurt us without meaning to.

Tears filled your eyes over and over again as you realized how much your effort was taken for granted.

In that moment, you didn't understand why he was being so cruel to you, especially when you had put so much thought into making him happy.

All you wanted was to see Simon smile.

A/N: okay.. well.. he was an ass.. HELP simon pookie why would u do this to us? :(( we even made you popcorns and and even bought you your favorite drinks :(( we had to even ask ur best bud soap what kind of movies you like :(( we did so much for you :(( but it's okay ig. . . as long as you can have your rest. . . and well. . . goodnight :((

lmk if you guys need a part 2 cuz i be crying in my sleep

EDIT! part 2 is posted !!

[youngchronicpain]

PSA to abled people

don't ask how a disabled person became disabled

because chances are, the answer is just "I was born"

which is awkward to say

or worse, the answer is something traumatic that is difficult to talk about

either way, don't

[brucewaynehater101]

I wonder if Tim has adhd, every time I look at his stuff it’s like

•oh he’s so chaotic when nope that’s his normal state of being

•he is obsessive!! And? So what loads of people hyper fixate

•his life is falling apart, his stuff is a disaster. Nope that is just how it roles trying to live with adhd

•he sticks to schedules like there the best thing on earth! And so what if my mom deviates slightly from her schedule she ends up with nothing done and on a downward spiral just adhd

I like hcs with the Bats where it chats or explores how they might have different disabilities. I personally think most of them have chronic pain (from all the injuries they sustain, mental trauma, and harsh way they utilize their bodies).

I think Bruce, Tim, and Damian could have autism. There's also the possibility of Tim having audhd.

Dick might have ADHD.

All of them probably have cPTSD due to their nightlife and other life experiences.

This is where I should probably state I'm not a professional, so don't take my word as proof or whatever. It's just speculation.

Bruce might have a personality disorder, but not sure which one (also, please be cautious to not villainize any mental health disorders/conditions. Diagnosis does not equate whether someone is "good" or "bad"). The reason I think he has a personality disorder is due to the definition being someone's thoughts/behaviors deviating from "norm" to the point that it causes distress and issues with functioning. This is more about how he often implodes his social relationships. Feel free to hc something different, though

What other disabilities do y'all think each Bat may have?

[e-vay]

Forgive me if this is too personal but... Do you plan on having children? Or do you already have children?

That’s my plan.

I don’t know if that’s The Universe’s plan.

[il-predestinato]

[pain-is-too-tired]

Valgrace doodle for you bbgrill <3

Hope you're doing good

The boys!!!

[dipplinduo]

If there's anything you could change about your writing setup what would it be?

Probably not at ALL what you're expecting me to answer with but I'd want better air circulation and more humidity in my current room LOL. I have dry eye syndrome and it gets bad sometimes. Literally my biggest obstacle to writing if not my regular life schedule, which is often obstacle #2.

I already do a bunch of things to protect my eyes and I'd honestly advise anyone to do the same if they notice any issues with their own/these are just good things to do for your eyes in general, as needed:

- Sleep enough. No like really, try to get 8 - 8 1/2 hours as often as you can. Sleep is no joke.

- Adjust the night light on your screen so it filters out a good chunk of the blue light.

- Lower the brightness and use dark modes on literally everything. Get extensions for things that don't have them, especially if you're using them a lot (e.g. I use google docs for fic writing)

- Use a humidifier (in drier environments; this literally ensures that I don't wake up with reddened eyes)

- Use a warm compress on your eyes for 5 mins or so (emphasis on warm, not hot. Be verryyyyy careful not to burn yourself, the skin around your eyes is sensitive).

- Eye gellllllll & eyedrops omg. I'd be dead without them.

- Oh and since I decided to unsolicitedly run in this direction with the ask pls wear sunglasses and sunscreen!!! Even in the winter!!

All of the above is legit a godsent for me and it's been my default for everything since before fic writing because yes I do need all that maintenance for my sensitive lil blue orbs. And they still give me problems anyways. 🙄

The orb part was a joke btw

[gailynovelry]

“Kill the part of you that—”

I 100% understand the sentiment, but what if we would have an easier time talking down “the part of us that.” What if we tire of violence against the self?

[bl-bracket]

Im lovinggg the bracket I love disagreeing clicking buttons and overall having opinions and being a little bitch about it 🙏 thank you for doing these brackets !!

hee hee thanks <3 arguing over meaningless things you have disproportionally strong opinions about is necessary for enrichment. as the poll runner I try to keep things more objective on my end and not reveal too much about my opinions on the characters during brackets as well as make sure all the things posted directly onto the blog are all positive and whatnot. but I also read ALL the tags to ALL the posts and sometimes some of y'all are soooo wrong and sometimes a lot of y'all are soooo wrong and it becomes a true exercise of self restraint to try to keep up the whole impartial positivity thing I've got going on lol

[leafyduckwebs]

Thinking about Aether & Paimon again but with a parent & child-like dynamic,,,,

[gargoyle-steven-au]

"why you little..."

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And here we are! It feels kind of cathartic to watch Jasper on the winning side this time when fighting the crystal gems

Oh wait, you were expecting another kind of update?

Well, that is for another day lol ;3

Now to update tapas

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

[uncanny-tranny]

I can't stand masculine women. I am transmasc and I try a lot to be percieved as a man but I am only seen as a tomboy only because some girlies think being its fun to dress like a guy.

I understand where you're coming from, and I'll presume this isn't bait, but: your anger is misplaced, and the way you are expressing it is only hurting women, and it will not make transphobes have a change of heart.

It isn't appropriate to hate an entire group of people because other people are transphobic. As a trans man, transphobes don't hate me because there are butch women, they hate me because I'm a trans man (and, let's face it, butch and GNC women are in the same boat. Transphobes are often just as hateful toward GNC/butch women). Transphobes don't care what you are if they know you are deviant. They will never respect a butch or transmasc because transness and GNC inherently go against their worldview.

I'm sorry, anon, that people are transphobic, I really am. But misogyny isn't going to fix the issue. If GNC women didn't exist, you would still have the same issue because transphobia is the problem, not GNC women.

I really hope you can build connection with GNC people because it really shows you a whole lot. I've found a ton of GNC women who are on my side and recognize my maleness and celebrate it with me. Gender deviants tend to get where trans people are coming from, because society treats them just as shitty. Do not let misogyny go unchecked because society is transphobic.

[epersonae]

Leg hurty thoughts for the ask meme, if you haven't answered it already!

This is another one where all I have is a paragraph:

Shot. And first thought is, taking a long time to get him thrown over the side. Shot and then tossed overboard, faster than keelhauling at least. That's the last coherent thought for a while.

While I was laying waiting for surgery, full of Dilaudid and still in a lot of pain (at one point my stretcher got hit by a door accidentally, and WOW DID THAT HURT), I kept thinking about Jim and Archie getting ready to cut off Izzy's leg*, and then later thinking about the weird things your brain does in pain and on strong painkillers, and all the metas about Izzy's arc, and what feels like a gap there, and also how he's an unreliable narrator almost to the very end imho, and the whole thing gave me this (to me) insane urge to write Izzy POV. If I do it, I need it to be fucked up, I need him to be horrible and confused and wrong, or right for the wrong reasons. I honestly don't know if I'll write it, but this is sort of where I'm at with the idea:

* "definitely the fucked up one" kept going through my head every time someone checked in to make sure which leg they were operating on

[papa-evershed]

I was here admiring your last RJC gifset and wondering if maybe you'd make a compilation of the gifs that really shows that beautiful nose of his :)

Hey there! You are absolutely speaking my language as I adore that man's damn nose. 👀 I'm unsure if you wanted a new gifset though or just a compilation of previously made gifs and because I've had a lowkey crap evening, I'm just going to round up some of my personal faves under a read more as a distraction. 😂 I hope that's okay but if you want a new gifset, I can try and see what I can come up with that isn't already here!

Enough about that though, lets talk about his NOSE. 👃 It's fucking perfect and I'll fight any bitch who has the audacity to disagree, including him. 💪 It has just a touch of character while also being the most lovely thing that's ever been planted in the middle of someone's face, thanks.

Putting gifs under a read more for length though.

Gonna try to get this bad boy from all angles because I'm extra as fuck. 🤡

Okay I'm gonna end it here because this is long enough. Even his god damn nostrils are pretty. 🫠