#Home is where the hurt is

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Jaybird screaming in the dead of night

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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“Hey Jay,” Zayne sang, slowly, menacingly, butchering ‘Hey Jude’, while swirling himself around the corner into the kitchen startling Jay. “Don’t be afraid.”

Jay, at the first notes of his name in rhyme, turned away from the counter and his dinner prep, his eyebrows raising in surprise and the hairs on his arms in alarm. Just hearing his name in song gave him many reasons to be afraid. He raised his chopping knife in an automatic response, just holding it out in front of him.

“Drop the knife,” Zayne said, now stepping forward and emphasizing his words with the click of his own knife, flicking it up, “Unless you want to compare which one is sharper.”

His kitchen knife might not be as sharp, but it was coated in onion juices. Not an experiment Jay wanted to engage in. With a loud clank, he dropped it in the sink, falling another step back.

Zayne kept advancing on him, slowly, backing him into the dark corner of the kitchen, talking and waving his knife about with every step. “So, I just bumped into your neighbour, downstairs. Or well, he almost fully crashed into me, really. So I shouted after him, holding the door open for him, ‘Hey, what’s the hurry?!’ And you know what he shouted back?”

Probably, yeah, Jay had an inkling of where this was going. And how it was now going to bite – stab – him in the arse. But he kept his mouth shut, dread stealing his voice and knowing Zayne would continue his terrorizing monologue anyway.

Which he did. “He said, ‘Sorry, I’m late!’. So I asked, ‘Late for what?!’” The conversational tone fell away as he leaned forward against Jay, one hand brushing against his, pinning him to the kitchen counter. “Work,” he breathed in Jay’s face. “He was late for work.”

Jay leaned back as far as he could, hands on the edge of the counter, arms bending. He tried to make a soft hum in feigned surprise, but it turned to a soft but sharp inhale as the knife was brought up in his face.

“You never told me he works night shifts,” Zayne crooned, brushing the flat of the knife over Jay’s jawline.

“I mean, it never really came u—”

“But then it all started making sense, you know. How you always tried to hold back on your screaming in the afternoon. And here I was, making an effort to keep the noise down at night…”

The knife fell away from Jay’s clenched jaw, dropped against his clavicle and disappeared under his collar. The cold sensation turned sharper, gradually pressing into his skin.

“Well, no need to worry about that now, you don’t have to hold back. He just left. You can scream as much as you want.”

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~Bonus~

Zayne leaned back and pulled the kitchen knife from the sink.

“What were you chopping?” he asked, turning the knife back and forth as if he could analyse what was on it (instead of, you know, looking back).

“Onions...”

“Hm.” He swiped his own blade over the knife as if sharpening it, making them sing a threatening tune together. “Do you think it stings in more than just your eyes?”

“You don't need onions to make me cry,” Jay tried to goad him into dropping the knife. He didn’t need a dual-wielding Zayne.

Zayne merely stared at him, eyes softening to a fond expression as he was mulling it over and the stupidity of Jay’s words hit him.

“You’re right,” he said, to Jay’s short-lived relieve. Then his tone shifted and he merely whispered: “I don't.”

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#whump #whump drabble #threatened torture #angst #backed into a wall my beloved #lil drabble to get back into things #yknow I often wonder how hank is going to take it when he finds out *what* exactly has been happening in jay's flat... #thats a whole new angstfest #jay *chopping chilis* #Zayne: watcha making :)) #Jay *swiping everything knife and all into the trash* Nothing! Something without flavour! #hiwthi #hiwthi drabbles #home is where the hurt is #my writing

[fortunaestalta]

#digital art #photoshop #alternative #original #home is where the hurt is #another piece over 10 years old #Final Fantasy X boss in the sky

[helenoptroy]

“Our Broken Hearts deserve this” 🎶

#philippines #travel #home is where the hurt is #lany lyrics

[soldrawss]

A little summer rain excursion to the corner store with the Noceda kiddos.

#my art #toh #the owl house #toh hunter #toh luz #toh vee #luz noceda #vee noceda #hunter noceda #part of my human au where Camilla adopts vee and hunter as little kids #theyre teens now #they went to go get snacks for movie night #but got caught in a little summer rain #no problem tho big brother hunter is always prepared #not like his sisters will actually listen to him and stay under the damn umbrella #a little water never hurt anyone sure #but if they come home soaking wet and get sick #mami is gonna be PISSED #and they will have no one to blame but themselves because hunter WARNED them but oh well #anyway yeah just a small doodle to get back into the swing of things #and drawing again #quality is so crunchy im so sorry im trying to fix it

[swedenis-h]

Phoenix Tatooine day trip Goes Wrong™️ (X)

This is a little idea where Luke needs something (don’t ask me what) that he can only get on tatooine, so dinluke adventure ensues. The plan is to get there and leave ASAP, but then nostalgia hits and he needs to hit every shop and place he used to as a kid. But you know, “college kids comes back to hometown” syndrome hits and he realizes he’s changed too much. Think of how the holiday season doesn’t feel the same anymore now that you’re an adult, same feeling. AND YES ITS ALSO DUNLUKE BECAUSE I WANT THEM TO KISS AND TALK ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS AND ALSO KISS.

Heres some extras 🫡

#and also don’t ask me how I feel being back home for winter break!! #it’s irrelevant! #also tangent about Luke’s outfit: #I wanted it to look a little Jedi but also fit into Tatooine #in the fic in my mind he ditches the cape over time the more he embraces Tatooine again but you know #he’s been Changed By The Journey so he still looks like a Jedi #ANOTHER tangent: his HAIR #I have my usual color for his hair and I change it based on where in the timeline I’m drawing him #more blond around ANH more brown around and past RotJ #drawing him with ANH color pallet and his hair doesn’t match it as nicely… pain suffering I hate him why does he hurt me so bad #HE DOESNT FIT TATOOINE ANYMORE DO YOU UNDERSTAND #okay sorry bye #certified yapper over here YEESH‼️ #art #fanart #digital art #fan art #my art #star wars #star wars fanart #dinluke #sw #sw au #star wars au #luke sykwalker #din djarin

[houseswife]

listen I honestly think wilson really enjoyed that little arc where he was cooking every single one of house’s meals. I know he’s house’s main source of food anyway but usually just via ‘stolen’/bought lunch at work. I’m talking about when they lived together in season 2 and his ass made macadamia nut pancakes for breakfast on a WEEKDAY. and pot roast for dinner. so much effort and for what…because house was gobbling that shit up…? yes he complained about it every time but he also had an extra fork on hand when house came home to stuffed peppers. it feeds into his need to be needed complex. the intimate dependency of someone relying on you for sustenance. also why they used food as the metaphor for why house was craving his presence. this is what I mean when I say that wilson deserved a housewife era. house went stir crazy within like 12 seconds of doing all their chores because he requires Stimulation™️ but I’m completely convinced that it would act as enrichment for wilson. if I told him to go make me a sandwich he’d roll his eyes and then passive aggressively make a delicious one. actually that literally happened in son of a coma guy. case closed

#that scene where house finally let him indoors after sitting on the porch for several hours #and wilson is like that’s so mean why did you do that :( #also you didn’t even do the dishes… #n house responds like doooont care. what’s for dinner #& wilson just accepts it 💀 #cmon I know he’s a pushover but he’s not THAT big of a pushover #he likes it #I honestly think that when they were roomates in s6 #house would feign incompetence surrounding domestic tasks #like ‘oh my leg hurts I can’t fix the sink’ #not for his own benefit #but because wilson is 1. canonically a little ocd (I say this as someone with ocd) about shit around the home #and 2. thrives off of feeling useful #hilson would’ve survived mac and dennis move to the suburbs #house md #greg house #gregory house #hilson #house/wilson #james wilson #hatecrimes md

[chitinleg]

#w359 #wolf 359 #doug eiffel #image desc in alt text #pen and ink #comic #i love drawing the hephaestus. her massive and sprawling body with endless corridors #the way that minkowski and eiffel both describe it as so big you could get lost in it #so big it couldnt possibly have been designed for a three human and one ai crew #so big that there has to be more of it than they can access #and its their home. but its also a hostile environment. #and its hera's body too. but it's out of her control #shes the stations ai but she isnt the station its a body shes been put in and its under her control but shes constantly fighting it #you know? #it reminds me a little of that one episode of ds9 where the station which theyve all made their home on. starts trying to kill them #and its all dukat on the computers going ATTENTION BAJORAN WORKERS. ATTENTION BAJORAN WORKERS. #while they desperately try to save the inhabitants and protect themselves #this is their home they live in it they get used to it. they love it. and sometimes. it wants to hurt them. and thats not its fault #its a fascinating relationship to have with a place #anyway forgive my tags i love drawing space stations

[marzipanandminutiae]

Sorry if this is inappropriate, but I was kinda wondering what caused your house fire? What to avoid doing the future if it was preventative ya know

My housemate's e-bike battery was charging in their room, and combusted. I was at work; thankfully everyone else got out safely. But we all lost our apartment and most of our personal possessions. The bike's owner lost literally everything- they were in the shower and escaped wearing only a towel. Their room looked like a crater; that's not an exaggeration.

I support electric vehicles as part of the fight against climate change, but I REALLY need people to be aware of the risks. The lithium ion batteries they use are not like the one in your phone or your computer, or even in an electric car. While any of the above can catch fire, it seems like the ones in e-bikes and e-scooters are more likely to at the moment. And the fire burns hot and fast- I've heard conventional extinguishers can't even put it out, though I don't know much about that. This wasn't an off-brand bike or battery, either. It was by Rad Power, a well-known and popular company.

Follow all the recommendations for charging the batteries: on a flat surface, attended, and DO NOT leave them plugged in past full charge. That can help, but since this battery was not fully charged when it exploded, I strongly recommend charging them outside if at all possible. I believe some people do it inside an enclosed charcoal grill, the round sort with a cover? The cord would have to stick out but it's still SOME sort of protection in case of fire.

Personally, I will never live in a house with one again, but I have Trauma Reasons and some people need them for cheap reliable transportation. I get that. They're here to stay. We just have to protect ourselves until the technology gets past its teething troubles.

Close your bedroom door when sleeping and when you leave the house. I lost a lot, but my room was the least damaged because my door was closed- the fire literally skipped over my room and up through the ceiling crawl-space.

Beyond that- basic fire safety, I guess. Don't leave candles unattended, etc.

Take care of yourselves, people. Trust me, you don't want to go through even a nonlethal house fire- and this was the best-case scenario.

#ask #anon #housefire #fireblogging #personal #ebikes #escooter #fire safety #going to work in the morning and not getting to go home because there's no home left to go to. losing so much in a few hours. #please keep yourself from going through this if you can #I just. part of me will probably never be Over It. and this is a situation where nobody was hurt #it could have been worse

[tarisilmarwen]

"Thrawn only joined the Empire to help the Chiss!"

Okay sure but have any of you bothered to self-examine why Thrawn chose to join the Empire instead of, say, the Republic, when that was still around? Or why he didn't chose to throw in with the Rebellion, put his tactical mind to use helping them overthrow the Empire quicker?

Could it be... perhaps... that maybe he values the Empire's military strength... more than he cares about the authoritarian tyranny with which it oppresses its own people?

Is it possible that he thinks the Empire's main problem is that it isn't effective enough, too much politicking getting in the way of sound strategy, but if he's around (and in charge) he can guide things so that those annoying little wrinkles (AKA the pockets of discontent and rebellion and fully justified anger at their rights and freedoms being trampled on) are all smoothed out and the overall Imperial machine is better, more in control of its assets, a stronger more unified bulwark against the outergalactic threat of the Grysk or the Vong or whatever.

Is it perhaps just a bit self-centered of him to only care about the Empire's ability to service his own goals and desires and be apathetic (at best) to the way it makes people suffer daily under its inherent systems? The Twi'leks and Wookies being constantly kidnapped and sold into slavery? The careless industrialization of arboreal worlds? The socialization and absorption of all private industry, forcing everyone to work through and with the Empire if they want to work at all? The systematic persecution of anyone remotely Force Sensitive? Is it not the mark of some kind of soul rot to be aware of all of that and go, "Yeah, but I don't care, they have the bigger guns, which is what I need."?

Maybe... just maybe... Thrawn has some Machiavellian tendencies and opinions and maybe this just might... make him not entirely a good person?

And maybe y'all should think about that before you come back and whine about his portrayal as a villain, as if all he has to do is explain to people that he did everything for a good reason and he gets an automatic narrative pardon for all of the shit he did while Grand Admiral that still needs to be addressed and answered for.

#yeah another thrawn rant has been brewing for a while #listen it's not that i don't want thrawn to have depths and pathos and dimensions to his character #what i'm saying is that NONE OF THAT MATTERS ONCE HE JOINED THE EMPIRE #because he sure as hell didn't work to subvert the empire at all even knowing the kinds of things they do #so no i'm sorry there is no clean 'i had good intentions' moment #where everyone just arbitrarily accepts his Sad Backstory and declares everything okay #him doing everything he did 'for his people' does not mean the people he DID hurt don't get to demand and expect justice #what annoys me is not that thrawn has complex motivations #it's that fandom seems to think the motivations cancel out the MEANS and METHODS #which is why in all their stories thrawn gets to just go home and have a happily ever after with eli vanto or whoever #that is not what is going to or what should happen in canon guys #not fandom tagging this if you see it it's your own dang fault for being out in the wilds of the untamed tumblr search #dunking on the blue bastard

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What if you wrote a scene where zayne is about to go at it (lol) and jays so tired and wrung out he just breaks down in tears? :0

Here we go!

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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Cycle of abuse

Jay barely made out the glint of the knife before he was shoved back and he crashed into the wall.

Pain flared through him; all cuts, every bruise on his back lighting right up, all at the same time, mingling sharp stabs with dull throbs. The cuts seared through his skin, bruises pulsed so deep he swore the blood pressed against bone.

The air forced out of him in a sharp but cutoff yelp of pain. Tears sprang to his eyes. And not just from the pain. He only wanted to rest after a long day. Just wanted to be alone. Not deal with the pain, the aftermath, picking himself back up. He just wanted to stay dow—

He didn't even attempt to clutch at Zayne. Made no effort to keep upright. And before Zayne noticed and could grab him by the shirt or his arms, he slowly slid down the wall. His hands covered his face, the burning tears, and his trembling lips, but he still turned away in shame hoping Zayne wouldn’t see. He couldn’t stop it. Took a deep halting breath hoping to steady himself – didn’t work – and he just sat there on the floor, caught in-between Zayne’s legs and the wall.

His shoes came to a rest against the toes of Zayne’s boots and he folded in on himself, elbows resting on his knees, shoulders shuddering along with his frantic breaths.

"Wait. Are you..." A hand clasped his shoulder and shook him lightly but he swatted it off. "Are you crying?"

"Fuck off," Jay snarled from under his palms.

Zayne, in his awkwardness, lashed out. “Fuck’s sake, don’t be such a vajayjay.” This time he did curl a hand into Jay’s shirt to pull him up. But before he could, Jay sprang to his feet, shoved Zayne aside and shot past him, making his escape to the bathroom.

"Oh, come o--"

The harsh snap of the lock cut him off. And the other lock to the hallway, to ensure his safety and just to make a point. Mainly just to make a point… Zayne had already demonstrated that bathroom locks were useless.

But as Jay backed away slowly, fully prepared and keeping an eye on the lock, there was no pawing at the door, no clacking of the knife, and the lock didn’t slowly turn.

He sank down on the toilet, fully bending over, elbows on his knees, fingers combing through the short strands of hair until they clawed at the back of his head.

Deep breaths, come on, deep breaths.

He hadn’t meant to burst into tears like that. But like most breakdowns, he hadn’t been able to stop it either. The waterworks just turned on, as if the energy that usually was allotted to keeping emotions – and breakdowns – at bay was completely spent. He was drained. Battery completely empty.

And so he let it happen. Let it out. Didn’t try to keep his face straight, his lips from trembling. There was nothing to hide here. Yet he still did so; burying his face into the crook of his elbow, and keeping his sobs to a minimum volume.

It did calm him down. Probably also because his exhaustion level now peaked…

He brushed a sleeve over his cheekbones, wiped the salty splashes from his glasses, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Zayne, unfortunately, hadn’t left yet, and sat waiting for him on the couch. He looked up, with a somewhat awkward expression.

“Do you want a hug?” he asked, but without much enthusiasm and he didn’t make any moves to get up.

“No,” Jay just said, somewhat indignant, and Zayne shrugged. “Would you want a hug from Emery?”

Zayne actually recoiled lightly at that and threw him a disgusted glance.

“Same thing, really,” Jay said, his time to shrug. Also, Emery would never offer a hug.

“Do not compare me to him.”

“He makes your life miserable, you make my life miserable. It’s the cycle of abuse.” Uncaring for any consequences, Jay just slumped down in his chair and dragged his laptop into his lap.

For a while, they sat in silence. Even though Jay could see Zayne struggling for words, opening his mouth every now and then, sitting up and pointedly glancing at Jay when he thought he’d found the words, but just backed out of it again.

Then he got up, and as he left turned to Jay. “Okay, but if you had to choose… between me or him.”

“I already have you both in my life and there isn’t much to choose.”

“No, idiot. For a hug.”

Ugh. Well, a hug was barely more intimate than being bodily pressed against a wall with a knife to your throat so… “Then you, I guess.”

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#ugh is just another version of hug :3 #whump #exhausted whumpee #this... I don't know what this is #home is where the hurt is #hiwthi #hiwthi drabbles #my writing #also restraints anon I see you #gonna do my best for you <3

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

everybody stay with me im shifting back into speculation & analyzing mode, this time about everybody's favorite pair of besties. ill put this under the cut for everyone's sakes

and please, take all of this with a Hefty grain of salt.

so ive been... thinking about a thing. a maybe-possibility. which if this has some merit, the part of me that loves characters having a good time and feeling good feels is screaming in fear. but the louder part of me that loves angst and hurting characters is rubbing its little fly hands together.

short version: i think Barnaby is going to emotionally distance from Wally, if not outright grow to resent him. maybe temporarily, maybe not.

full version: *cracks knuckles* strap in folks. so.

first of all, an entire chunk of Barnaby's bio is dedicated to his character relation to Wally. everyone else only has one-off lines dedicated to their relationships to other neighbors - even Frank & Julie just have single sentences about each other (note that they're described as "partnered with" and "depicted with" respectively. more on that soon). even Wally's bio has his Barnaby mention tacked onto the end of his first paragraph instead of being its own dedicated section

and then there's their character designs - their bios explicitly point out that they share characteristics; color schemes, hearts on their soles, similar outfits.

they were made to be best friends. literally. this quote is what made me start turning this theory over in my mind (sourced from @ /theneighborhoodwatch's collected & absolutely fascinating livestream trivia)

it appears that Barnaby literally did not have a say in whether or not he and Wally are friends. their bios even say "illustrated pages note that they were best friends multiple times." they have to be best friends.

which brings us back to Frank & Julie. they briefly reference each other in their bios, but they aren't described as best friends. it's incredibly likely that they were meant to be a romantic couple - i briefly covered that theory in this post (dont read the first one i was going insane) but they managed to avoid that. Frank and Julie defied the script and chose to be best friends instead.

and then in the trivia document a few more character relationships are briefly touched on, like how Howdy considers Barnaby a close friend, and Sally considers either Barnaby or Poppy as her closest friend, etc.

everyone else seems to be choosing who they're close with. they're forming their own opinions and dynamics and relationships. & its interesting that Barnaby is stated for both of these - as if implying that he may return the friendship feelings, or at the very least he's developed enough of a relationship with them to earn their affection

Barnaby and Wally... i doubt they ever got that. they were best friends from the start, no development, no choice. it's written into them.

and then there's how their relationship has been portrayed so far. i believe i saw an ask where Clown stated that Barnaby is very polite to Wally, which struck me as odd. have you ever had a polite relationship to your best friend? have you ever seen best friends be polite? i'd be surprised!

best friends mess with each other! they tease and rib and roast! what is a best friend for if not mutual tomfuckery?! jesting around? playfully pushing boundaries? a Polite best friendship... that's a straight up oxymoron. no such thing. that sounds boring and exhausting.

not only that, but the fact that Barnaby is often used for Wally's painting segments, and is the go-to guy for teaching Wally something new, is kind of concerning. it gives me the vibe that a big part of Barnaby's literal reason for existing is to be Wally's friend & guide.

which would make the fact of him being described as polite to Wally make sense. of course he's not going to push their relationship or try to deepen it - he's forming his own dynamics with the other neighbors. with Wally... it's already established. that is how they are with each other. that is what they are to each other.

and it's not like Wally can be the one to introduce nuances. i don't mean that as a slight or anything - he's just the way he's been described and the things stated about him that make me think that he wouldn't really... know how to? it just wouldn't occur to him. he probably thinks his and Barnaby's relationship is what a best friendship is and is how it should be.

but they have to hang out. they have to refer to each other as best friends. and while i believe that Wally does wholeheartedly think that they're best friends, close as can be... i doubt Barnaby feels the same. like - yes, he probably does care about Wally. everybody likes Wally.

but it's gotta be frustrating for Barnaby, especially as time goes on and he becomes more himself as a person over just being a character playing a part. it probably stunts his relationship growth with others, since his ~best friend spot~ is already taken and who would want to encroach on that? especially since its taken by Wally mcfuckin Darling?

their friendship might become less of a role and more of a responsibility. Barnaby might grow to feel obligated to stick with Wally as his "best friend". someone invites Barnaby to hang out and/or help with something? sorry, he has to pose for Wally's painting. Barnaby is trying to do his own thing? sorry, Wally is knocking on the door and asking for help with something.

i wonder if Barnaby ever hopes that Wally will go to someone else, or feels relief when he does. and then does he feel irritation/guilt over that denied hope or that granted relief? then does he get angry at himself for those emotions?

how would this effect how he treats Wally and acts around him? this confusing muddle of emotions and this strange growing resentment for his painfully earnest friend who only ever means well, if he means at all.

it makes me curious whether or not this theory has merit. and how this could come to a head. what would Barnaby, in this situation, do if/when he discovers that they're puppets on a set, and he's literally written to be Wally's bestie while everyone else changed their scripts and chose their own relationships.

personally, i don't think he'd be happy, and i doubt he'd handle it well.

#holy Shit this was tough to translate from my brain #i literally wrote it all out in my head while in the shower #and then i went to get it down on 'paper' and it was Tangled To Hell And Back #*taking a break from art* #brain: soooooo we're bored now. lets overthink and share these thinkings #welcome home theory #welcome home speculation #SERIOUSLY THOUGH IM SCARED FOR BARNABY AND WALLY #mainly for wally bc Ouch it would hurt him to have their relationship sour #barnaby getting resentful and wally not understanding why his best friend is acting differently towards him #and PLEASE keep in mind that im mostly talking outta my ass here #but like.... ugh #barnaby looking at wally walking over one day and feeling the urge to turn away or groan in irritation/exasperation #him posing for a painting and wishing he were anywhere else. #him wanting to be closer with other puppets but unable to bring himself to try bc of the Guilt #everywhere he turns hes called 'wallys best friend' and asked 'wheres wally? hes usually with you' when hes alone #and hearing 'if you want to find wally/barnaby go look for barnaby/wally. if you see one the other isnt far away' #that has GOT to get on his nerves over time #this constant stagnation of their relationship while everyone else is evolving and growing. hes Stuck. #even julie & frank who were written to be together find a way to circumvent that and add so much depth and uniqueness to their relationship #if you want a happy side of this. it could lead to barnaby & wally being really truly besties #barnaby could have an arc about thinking 'holy shit it was all fabricated. Fuck that and Fuck you[wally]' #and then going 'holy shit i Do actually love and care about him[wally] and i want us to develop a real meaningful friendship' #BUT WHO KNOWS who knows not me! #also it must be tiring to constantly have to explain his jokes and so many other things #bc wally Is a curious guy! he wants to learn! #but maybe barnaby just wants to have an uninterrupted conversation but he Cant bc wallys just built different #not said as a bad thing At All. #just... people are complicated. sometimes we have mean thoughts/emotions that conflict with what we really think/feel and our morals #we're only human. everyone is mean sometimes if only in our heads.& yeah theyre technically Puppets but lets not get caught up on semantics

[bamsara]

I am. Finally home. Passed out as soon as I got in

Ashley destroyed my suitcase while I was asleep btw

#ny entire body hurts #it got to the point where i couldnt walk to the house very well so i had to be half carried #so im probabbly gonna not have physical spoons for a few days but i am Home! #brb im breaking out the laptop for some decent wifi #ill be semi bed-restrained so i can write and draw #maybe art stream #i need to post the chapters h #there are packages here that i dont remember ordering thay i havent opened yet because im Dead Bodied #but HOME #sara shush

[certified-bi]

Thinking about how when Zuko walks through the earth kingdom pretending to be as a refugee and some people notice his eyes but honestly they're not the first thing you notice given the scar and the fact he doesn't let many people near him. No while some of the towns have people who sneer most look on with pity. People like Song and her mother, Lee and his family see the scar and see how the fire nation attacks and maims children. And the worst part is Zuko has little to combat that with because it's true but he's not ready to hear that.

Other assumptions are of course that he's a bastard of some solider with bad luck. That his mother was forced into having him and may the poor woman rest in peace... and later him realizing how true that was of Ursa. What really sets her apart from any of the earth kingdom common women forced into mockery of relationships or forced to sleep with soldiers to stay alive? Maybe the threats were more veiled but it boils down to the same ultimatum.

#atla #anyways i think Ursa gets a lot blame for things she couldnt really control #she was stolen from her home #forced into a marriage and to have children and then forced to see those children hurt #and thats without thinking about how Ozai probably treated her #behind closed doors #read one story where Azula grapples with the fact that Ursa had a lot more trauma by the time she was born and #just the concept of “i dont know how much of it im responsible for... but know it wasnt your fault #ugh gets me #allusions to rape #cw rape #sa #rape #cw sa

[betweensaintsandmonsters]

i promised to forget you (i lied)

the first time he calls, it goes to the machine. obi-wan's voice crisp and clean over the line. 

"i gave your name as my emergency call," anakin says, voice breaking, "please pick up."

the officer give him a look that he assumes is pity, "try someone else. they can come get you tonight."

anakin tries the number again, listens to the tone ring and ring. it goes to the machine again. 

"obi-wan, please. i know you're probably awake. please."

he could call asohka (but he's probably burned that bridge too) she might come get him, lecture him on the way home and deposit him in bed one last time.

if she knew he was in lock up, she'd have his head. he promised to do better.

“i swear he’ll pick up,” anakin whispers, voice lost in the cacophany of the county jail. 

he does not say, he always picks up. he does not say, he has always picked me up. he does not say, i think i burned that bridge, what if he doesn't pick up?

the alchol is still making his head fuzzy, the world blurs aroud the edges of his vision, though that might be the concussion. he thinks his nose is broken. his hand too, maybe. all the pain drowned under the heartbreak.

anakin knew they left things in tatters, their relationship in pieces as they (he) hurled the most hurtful things he could think of back at obi-wan while he tried to be understanding, patient, until even that was impossible. 

"son," the officer says. she's defintely looking at him with pity now, it burns. "try someone else."

anakin dials obi-wan's number again. fingers too tight around the black plastic as he punched the number in again. 

it rang twice.

"hullo," obi-wan says. his voice is too thin, frayed, like he's hanging on as well as anakin is.

"obi-wan," anakin breathes out and the line cuts off.

anakin slams the reciever down and lets out a frustrated yell. the officer lays a hand on his shoulder. he doesn't have the energy to shake it off. 

"he was wrong to hang up," she says, like she's trying to comfort him. 

belatedly, he realizes he's shaking. he thinks he's crying. he can't tell. 

"let me try again. i'll stay the night, i swear he'll call back."

"why are you doing this to yourself?" the officer asks. she's kinder than most of the officers at the county jail. patient with him when she doesn't need to be. she could send him out into the rain alone to find his way back home. 

"he always picks up," is all he can say in response. 

#obikin #obi-wan is putting shoes on. he's getting ready to pick anakin up. he has a feeling he knows where he is. #and it's raining. and late. and he's so tired but he will always go get anakin even if it hurts him too #he listens to the two messages on his machine two minutes after hanging up but for the briefest moment it felt good to just hang up #he'll beat himself up about it later. when anakin is safe and at home and they've had a screaming match about it #obikin fic #i'm listening to dial drunk on repeat because i am firmly in my noah kahan phase #i just spelled phase faze four times before i figured out it was wrong

[kent-farm]

—Lois and Clark, “Home is Where the Hurt Is”

#Lois and Clark #Clark Kent #Dean Cain #Lois Lane #Teri Hatcher #3.11 Home is Where the Hurt Is #Christmas #Clois #Softie

[xbraveheartx]

To add onto this post you also realize just how… abrupt life at the Monad Charity House started for Carlo? He says “I don’t wanna be here! How many sleeps til daddy gets back? 10 sleeps? 20??” and he’s whining like he really didn’t plan to be there at all.

The girl (pretty sure it’s Sophia) tries reassuring him and calming him and introduces him to Romeo. But you can tell just the entire experience was this… unwanted… unexpected… thing? Like Geppetto just one day packed his bags and dropped him off and never even said when he’d come back. That’s awful, as a kid. The feeling of abandonment must have been so hard.

No wonder he just glares at the painting made of him. He never wanted to be there. He didn’t ask to become a student there.

He just wanted to be with his father.

#Lies of P #Lies of P Spoilers #listen those flashbacks… hurt my heart c’: hits way too close to home like damn #Lies of P out here throwing HANDS directly AT ME #AND WE WON’T TOUCH ON THE PART WHERE ROMEO IMPLIES HE’S AN ORPHAN WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU MY BOY????? #Ugh so good…