#angry noises emote

[wishingstarinajar]

I had some lazy fun with a dumb thing ¦D

Marci & Hunter @stankychee Swifty @nixensibrat02

#undertale au #bara sans #wine!baggs #fs!megalosomnia #marci #swifty sans #slate sans #SAVE game (tale) au #sedge #swapfell!life #sedge is too short to reach #meme #angry noises emote #wish art

[pliablehead]

HEDWIG'S LAMENT / EXQUISITE CORPSE • atlanta, 2017

#hedwig and the angry inch #euan morton #hannah corneau #hedwig national tour #this is not my video BUT i've been thinking about it So Much lately and was shocked to not see it on my blog #or indeed be able to find a post of it anywhere really (not that tumblr's search is functional) #euan does my favorite hedwig's lament of probably any hedwig i've seen ever #and the lighting design in the bway/tour exquisite corpse was like............ fucking formative to me and STILL lives in my head rent free #and i cannot see that magenta/green lighting combo in any other context without becoming Emotional About It #and now everything everything is doing it in... CITY SONG..... WHICH IS PRETTY DEVASTATING TO ME PERSONALLY TBH #YOU ARE A WOMAN I AM A MAN WE LIVE IN THE CITY AND WE DO WHAT WE CAN #THROUGH THE DARK TURNS AND NOISE OF THIS WICKED LITTLE TOWN.............. #anyway no one else has this specific strain of brain worms but me. i'm the specialest <3 #hedwig trash blog #forever and ever amen #Youtube

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

has it hit yuuta yet that if megumi is gojo’s kid then he is kind of megumi’s extremely distant uncle? Bet he’d reach for that to explain away his extremely normal protective attachment

#seaglassgardens

Not really, because he doesn’t consciously think of himself as gojo’s relative. Like, he’s aware that he is gojos super distant relative but the connection is so attenuated that he’s not really thinking of gojo as an actual part of his family, so it hasn’t hit him. But he would take literally any explanation to justify his extremely normal protective attachment to Megumi at this point

#sea glass gardens #Yuuta not normal: I’m so normal right now I’m so normal #he really is having the worlds quietest panic attack right now #he’s AWARE that he shouldn’t be feeling this way and he is absolutely helpless to stop it #I can’t remember if I’ve already posted about this but Yuuta’s awareness that this isn’t normal and the fact that he’s still feeling it #anyway is based on me when I got a super bad head injury #like the underlying cause is different but the experience is somewhat the same #I lost total emotional control #I’m like a pretty chill person who doesn’t cry or get angry easily right #I got a horrible concussion and then suddenly I would break down sobbing at the slightest issue #I would react to my alarm or any loud noises with violence #and the entire time I would be internally like ‘wtf why am I doing this this isn’t like me at all’ and still couldn’t stop it #it’s actually a bit jarring and scary to lose control that way #which is what Yuuta’s experiencing right now #he knows that this isn’t like him and he shouldnt be reacting the way that he is but he can’t /stop/ it #and it’s not his fault like he’s experiencing a magical medical issue or whatever but it’s still a very visceral loss of control #that can be kind of embarrassing

[attorneys-against-court-violence]

Shut up about Bobby a hot minute - The Thena Thoughts are swelling again and I need to do some professional bitching.

Another time. I am the tired right now.

#emotional noise #mostly want to run through her role as a new playable character #and how she just. doesn't. #she has some of the most solid character writing and backstory i've seen in AA #but the way she's handled in terms of her role as a protag/pov/assistant/defendant all at the same time- #-and the weird structure of starbuck's trial- #-makes me a little angry for reasons i need time to articulate. #with the understanding that certain things have justifiable cause (read: PTSD). #it's gonna take a while.

[thatkinkyautistic]

"you're so quiet!" thanks, i have a speech impediment and I'm hoh so communication is already difficult, and i was conditioned to think i have of substance to say because nobody would try to hold a genuine conversation with me, no matter how much i worked on my conversation skills. 99% of people around me don't care, they don't really listen to me or listen at all. they don't respond to me more than half of the time. they just ignore me, or punish me for talking. no fucking shit that i don't talk much when I've been treated like I don't really have any worth as a family member or friend, unless people can get something from me and I'm trying to fit into their box of what's acceptable, so it's convenient for them. yeah.

#text #vent #autismposting #negative tw #why talk if nobody listens? #the only people who understand me are other autistics who can't mask too #that's it. nobody else really gets me or wants to listen irl #I'm just background noise to them. #they don't fucking care. and I'm so beyond giving a fuck. I'm not sad about it I'm just upset. #angry you could say even #they can't just expect me to put all that effort into relationships when they barely even bother #to do the same in return #so i mostly just stopped tryinh #*trying #it's not even fuvking worth it #*fucking #and you know what? fuck that and fuck them #i am not just some background element in your life. not when i work as hard as i do to please you #I'd say it's a sort of emotional neglect

[silenthillbunni]

Why would you wish your neighbors to fkn die just because they make noise?

gosh some ppl are way too sensitive and cant handle ppl saying anything at all huh

#bc im angry and they are RUINING MY DAY EVERY SINGLE DAY #bc they make noise that wouldnt be heard if they didnt live in next to empty apartments #bc im extremely nosie sensitive and get sensory overload very easily and noise makes me suicidal and homicidal #good for you that you dont care!!!! you are FORTUNATE for not being this heavily affected by noise. you're not better than me. ur lucky #grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr it makes me so annoyed that ppl like u just cant handle mentally ill ppl VENTING. #am i sending them death threats? no. am i beating them up? no. am i sending complaints to them? no. i am enduring my suffering #bc we live in a world where nobody cares abt ppl who arent normal. i am in genuine physical pain bc of this everyday #do u think this is fun for me???? do u think i want to be like this? no! i'd kille to be like u who can walk unaffected thru life!!!!!! #do u think i enjoy spending my days in agony just bc noise upsets me? i cant fkn focus on my school work!!!!!!! or anything else!!!!!!!!! #do u know that there is NOTHING i can do? i have to accept a life of daily torment bc im noise sensitive #if society allowed me i'd live in specific apartments designed for noise sensitive ppl. or in a cottage on the countryside #but society dont give a fuck abt ppl who diverge from being normal #also omfg just bc i vent and say i wish they died dont mean i actually genuinely want them to die #why are y'all so black and white?????? why is it so hard to understand that just bc u express smth in anger dont mean u ACTUALLY want it #tbh y'all are too much. and fkn unfair. ppl are actually allowed to vent in anger and let out steam and not suppress their emotions #i have never done anything to cause another person harm. i even have high blood pressure bc im so stressed out yet i never do anything #i have done NOTHING to harm my neighbors. the only thing i do is vent on my blog #do u really think theyre magically gonna die just bc i vent abt it??????? #bro fuck off you made me even angrier like if u cant handle ppl expressing ugly thoughts #u and i are not compatible bc *i* know that u need to express things u might not even mean #but u clearly dont and need everyone to be uwu peace and love and perfect so just leave me alone go awayyyyyyyyyyy

[thornofthevale]

underrated gilear moment: in the very first episode when he sees right through fig’s disguise self as sandra lynn and takes her to school anyway and hits her with “alright, your former lover’s in there— what, you think i’m a fool? i raised you! and don’t call me gilear.”  and then gets tears in his eyes when fig says he’s just a stranger with no biological link to her.

i just. he’s her dad. it’s obvious from jump that he loves her and never stopped seeing himself as her dad.

#hell #sandra lynn called him on short notice and asked him to bring her to school when they were newly divorced and he lived across town #and he came immediately #and there's this big fight that's alluded to when he told her she wasn't a faeth and what i wouldn't give to see it #it would make me sob #but also give me a moment of gilear being /angry/ about the betrayal that was done to him #and accidentally taking it out on the wrong person #and then working to fix it but it's an uphill battle because fig is a teenager who's rightfully hurt #fig openly calling gilear her dad in sophomore year is just about my favorite thing tbh #i put freshman year on for background noise and now i'm an emotional fucking wreck #gilear feath #fig faeth #sandra lynn faeth

[genderfluid-druid]

dissociating at the gym is a great way to cope when you have a lot of nervous energy and/or emotions to process, but watch out bc sometimes the processing you need to do is cry

#i am still knocking loose emotions that haven't seen the light since 2017 #it's weird. it's not bad. it's just. these emotional channels have been stopped up for ages and now i gotta flush the mold growing in em #also by “cry” i mean sit in the car n make kinda guttural noises because crying has never come easy to me and it's only gotten harder on T #OH YEAH that's the other thing #hitting two notches above my previous highest speed on the treadmill and then checking my heart rate and realizing it's not even that high #is such a mix of joy and frustration #it's like the fury I've heard adhd people describe when they finally get medicated and their brains stop fighting them #like yeah it's good but i wish it hadn't been so hard before #rrrrraaaaaaaaaagh!!!! #a few years ago before i transitioned or even really thought of it i was talking to a trans guy #who used to do a lot of welding. and he said something like. once he transitioned people stopped giving him shit/treating him like #he didn't belong in a welding shop #and it made him so angry he didn't want to weld anymore #which at the time i felt was kinda extreme. like if you love welding then who cares! #but. i kinda get it now. it's SO FUCKING INFURIATING to suddenly have things become easy #you kinda gotta take a minute!!! #(he did go back to welding btw)

[fatcowboys]

hhhhhh too early for this shit

#shitty coworker is here with such an angry energy #and listen anger is an important and valid emotion. #however. 1. he is so angry abt things that are just. the job description. its just our job to deal with this #and 2. the Way he projects his anger is so similar #to like. certain people. very hand slamming and loud noises and overwhelming specific Triggers that make me incredibly anxious #and hhhhhhhhhhh bad way 2 start the day! immediatelt so overwhelmed and anxious

[twdgs]

just a little batshit crazy abt this i hope you understand

#ROCKET WANTS TO FIGHT #cant really emote about it bc its gonna be GRHGRHHEGRJHHRJRJ and paragraphs of just angry dog noises

[moonjade]

Things always get way too overwhelming for me to the point where I want to start screaming or crying

#text #personal #was trying to do an at home Covid test and it was too fucking overwhelming #there were too many things in the box and the instructions sheet was too big with too many steps #there were too many Noises going on in my house and all i could focus on was the fucking Noises #couldn’t read the fucking instructions sheet to save my life #it was way too fucking much so i just shoved the shit back in the box but couldn’t get everything in there so I just threw it on the counter #and left. i couldn’t fucking deal with it #went to my room and got into bed and wanted to scream so fucking bad #like the fucking urge to scream was so hard to ignore. i wanted to scream or cry or break things. ANYTHING #ended up bawling my eyes out and now I’m just fucking angry as fuck again #why the fuck are things so goddamn fucking OVERWHELMING #LIKE EVERYTHING IS SO OVERWHELMING! AND I KEEP HEARING TOO MANY FUCKING NOISES!!!!! #LIKE SHUT UP 😭 SERIOUSLY I CANT FUCKING DEAL ANYMORE #anyways I’m shaking bc I’m so fucking upset and mad and pissed the fuck off and all I want to do is throw things and smash things #every emotion I feel is so fucking overwhelming and it’s the only thing I can focus on #like it’s overpowering. all encompassing. how the fuck do people not feel like this whenever they experience an Emotion #and my arms fucking hurt. and I’m warm as fuck #ugh please just kill me. please

[skylordhorus]

ohhhhhhh im angry

#*deep space noises* #i luv learning to navigate ‘new’ emotions 23 lol #i have two nodes of anger: one is like. Logical anger #ie theres been an injustice or something and that makes me Angry (adjective) #then theres like the unfiltered raw anger about more personal stuff that i just #do not understand how to fully identify or feel #Anger was not a word ever applied to me as a child and therefore not one i let myself feel or think i was allowed #anyway therapy was real fucking rough today :’)

[tsaiko]

Okay. So I get on the subway right, and sit in an open seat. Across the aisle and one seat down is a man and a woman, mid to late twenties. They are having furious whispered conversation with each other. Like you can tell they are trying to be quiet but emotions are high. it's tense. Which I don't notice at first but quickly pick up on.

After being a nosy shit while pretending to play on my phone, I figure out what is going on. These two are talking about the future of their relationship. I mean, odd place to have that discussion on a subway during rush hour, but whatever. It's drama that doesn't involve me. He wants to move forward with their relationship, possible move or move into together, and she wants to slow down.

Suddenly, he breaks in with a story about how his mom hates the city but she moved to New York to stay with his dad and has lived there for twenty years now. Because relationships are about sacrifices. At which point girlfriend is like "Okay, what have you sacrificed for our relationship?"

And boyfriend's example involved the time he missed doing something - I couldn't hear what - with his friends to go with her to her sister's wedding. She was 100% not impressed with his answer and it showed on her face.

They go back to their whisper argument and I can't pick up what they are saying to each other. Then suddenly, clear as day, girlfriend asked him "Name one thing I am interested in."

Homeboy just froze. He had no answer. The lights were on and no one was home. You could hear the dial-tone noise coming from his brain. He couldn't name one single thing his girlfriend was interested in. Hell, he looked like he was totally confused as to why she was even asking him the question.

He tried to talk to her a few times after that, but she was just silent. And I mean angry silent. Train pulls up to the station and she gets up. "Babe, this isn't our stop." Her reply? "It's my stop now." Doors open and she just fucking walks off and leaves him on the train.

He stares at her for a few seconds and then scrambles off after her.

My dude, I don't think you are recovering from that.

#overheard on the metro #amazing #relationships #dude it's over #you done fucked up

[ineffectualdemon]

Since the OP made their post unrebloggable (and blocked me. Both actions they are well in with their right to do)

I'm going to make my response it's own post because I think the point is important

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As someone who is autistic and has BPD and CPTSD and loads of trauma yes you sometimes need to change how you interact with others to keep people around

When I was 13 I hit the few friends I had when I was angry

I had to change that in order to keep those friendships

When I was in my early 20s if I was losing an disagreement with my husband I would threaten to kill myself. My husband told me it hurt him and was cruel and manipulative behaviour, because it was.

So I worked hard to change that to keep my relationship

It's easy to say "I shouldn't have to change for others" and that's true to an extent. You shouldn't change your interests or passions or dim your light. And you should have space to be imperfect and flawed and not have to pretend your ugly bits aren't real. But if something you are doing it causing other people harm you kinda need to change that.

That's called "living in a society"

People adapt to each other and make space for each other in their lives. You adapt to them and they adapt to you

You start being more diligent about throwing away the empty toilet roll because it really bothers them. They start warning you before they run the blender because you hate loud noises

I stopped threatening to kill myself because I was mad I was losing an argument and my husband stopped being so vocally judgemental amount media he personally dislikes

There is a certain type of person who heard the phrase "your emotions are valid" and took that to mean "my emotional reactions and my behaviour are always objectively correct because my emotions are valid and if you have an emotional response or react to what I'm doing negatively then you are wrong and you can't be hurt because my emotions are valid"

And that's a recipe for disaster

Your emotions are valid to feel. They are how you feel and there are reasons you feel the way you do

However, your reactions and behaviour are something you can learn to control and can be irrational

We live in a society and we as people change each other as we interact and that isn't necessarily a bad thing

#relationships #friendships #behaviour #mental health

[eevyerndracaneon]

How can one tiny dog manage to bark for over an hour with no stopping

#grrrrr im tired chewy please shut up #hes been doing this since like 430am!!!! shut up and sleep!! #its not even panicked or angry or emotional barking hes just making fucking noise #probably saw a fucking car pass by or some shit

[tojisun]

“ghost,” price’s voice rumbles in his ear, the faint static almost breaking through his focus. there’s a familiar cadence in his captain’s voice, one that drags against simon’s body in miasmic waves—it is, after all, nothing short of a warning. still, none of it matters, and simon continues to march on.

“the mission–”

“stopped being my priority,” simon replies, cutting him off.

there was nothing but a crackle. a quiet whirring. then, “you know this is not what they would want.”

he grunts. “good thing they’re not here then.”

simon slinks into the shadows, ducking underneath the balcony, his eyes frantic as he scans the parameters. it’s safe. quiet. too quiet, in fact.

“location?”

“south of the chapel,” gaz replies with no hesitation. simon hums to himself—price must’ve shifted his directives too, then.

“roger.”

he moves, his boots crunching against the gravel and filling up the dead passage way with just enough noise. there’s still a whole lot of suspicious inactivity, one that makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise up, but he doesn’t get to dwell on the thought anymore. not when a loud bang rips through the silence.

his breath stutters, mind racing—that sound came from the shed.

his legs tense, muscles rippling.

“shots fired!” he reports before he leaps, devouring the vast space between himself and the sounds of scuffling. prayers form on the tip of his tongue, racing down his throat like scalding water.

he’s not even a religious man, but dear gods–

simon passes around the chapel, eyes cataloguing the lit rooms inside what he was told to be a desolate building, before tearing through the wooded shed. he knows he should’ve searched the area for any threat, should’ve probably waited for backup, but simon’s been running on overdrive, his emotions piling. spilling.

he tears the door open, guns poised for easy aim. only–

simon’s body buckles, throat constricting with the words he wishes he can say. but there is nothing else to be said. nothing but thank you’s.

because there, standing in the middle of the chaos, bloody and wounded and banged up to hell, is you. you weren’t even taken for that long but look how much they did to you. they hurt you.

your feet are soaked with blood, your boots and socks having been stripped off of you as though a part of their attempts at making you incapable of leaving. your face is swollen. marked up. cuts trace from the angle of your jaw to the side of your temple, leaving blood to trickle down to your neck, staining your tee. the gash doesn’t look deep, but maybe that’s all the blood covering the actual extents.

simon forces himself to breathe. to stay still.

(everyone has their own triggers, that’s what they were first told when laswell brought you to them.

“remember theirs and be careful,” she said before a pleased smile tugged at her lips. “mommy’s bringing home a new littermate. aren’t you all glad?”

the meeting ended there, just as johnny opened his mouth to complain. price passed around your file and simon memorized every line that night—your tell, your preferred gun, your morning beat.

somehow, he thinks that maybe that night was when his devotion to you started.)

simon watches—he’s always been watching you since the day that you arrived—as you compose yourself. the m9 is still gripped so tightly in your trembling fist, the metal quietly creaking at the pressure. it fills up the space in tandem with your ragged breaths, and he knows you’re still there, trapped in the depths of your mind.

alone. angry. scared.

“status?” price asks.

simon licks his lips. “unstable.”

he hears the faint crackle of johnny cursing from the other end of the line, and simon gets him. he really does. but he thinks they also just don’t understand.

you’re here. alone. alive.

your spiral is just proof of that. proof that even in your loneliness, amidst the pain, you clawed your way to survival.

simon hopes you two were back home—the barracks have been home for years now—so he can reward you. sweetly. fully. you deserve all that and more. deserve to be devoted on. to be adored. to be revered.

you were always beautiful, of course, but there is something sacred in seeing you like this: bloodied, angered, victorious.

he prays that your wounds will turn to scars, if only to give him a map of where to press his kisses from now on.

“ghost?” you finally mutter, and it tears simon from his thoughts. your voice is a weak rasp, like you’ve been parched for eons, and despite that, it spills the tension from simon’s body, his muscles loosening up at finally seeing you return to the topside.

he wants to say your name. he wants to sound it out—aren’t names made to be chanted like prayers, anyway?—but he reels himself in and mutters your callsign instead. the name tumbles from his mouth with the desperation and the worry smothered under the guise of grace.

your lips twitch up in an attempt at a smile. they don’t really get to make it much because of the gash running down the corner of your mouth. still, it makes simon stumble over his feet until he is rushing past corpses and sliding into your space.

“can i–”

he doesn’t even get to finish asking before you’re falling into his arms, tucking in your bruised face carefully on the crook of his neck. he takes your bulk in his embrace, folding you to himself, before he rests his chin on the top of your head.

you fist at his vest, your other hand still tight on the m9, and simon can’t really blame you. even he still feels exposed to any danger from in and out of this shed even when you’ve taken out all of the enemies. so he holds you close and holds you tight, knowing every second is sacred.

he breathes you in, taking in the scent of the leather, gun powder, and iron. it all feels familiar to him; it all smells like you.

simon nuzzles the smooth part of his mask over your temple. then, “let’s go home?”

you shift until you’re peering up at him, and simon takes this as the chance to catalogue the extent of your wounds. his lips purse at finally seeing the gash; you would probably need stitches.

“okay,” you finally reply. your eyes wrinkle as you attempt to smile. “thanks for comin’ back f’r me.”

“always,” simon murmurs, feeling choked up as his exhaustion finally catches up on him. “y’know that, right?”

you hum, nodding, and that was that.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod x reader #cw guns #cw violence #suns #sooooo idk where this came from or why i even wrote it but ALAS