Repressed environment.

Sauce: The Apothecary Diaries

it is so funny how ppl in this fandom consistently forget that the love square are the same two people. how tf can u say u hate one side of the square or dont ship it. THEYRE THE SAME TWO PEOPLE. HELLO

I LOVE MY TEN FOLLOWERS📢📢‼️‼️

Scrooge x Male Reader

@zanecuddy (your gay and you know it, Why did you ask me for this?)

Complete Fluff, kinda childish reader

Scrooge couldn't entirely say that you were annoying, just that you had no boundaries, that was something hard to deal with.

"Y/N," The taller man looked down on your small figure and ruffled your hair, you smiled at him and leaned into the touch.

"I hope to find you home today by five," Scrooge was always the possessive type, never wanting you to be out late.

"Okay Ebenezer," you never put up a fight, it always ended up in cuddle custody, which meant no cuddles with the Christmas hating man.

Christmas hating was now a low for Scrooge, you knew you were changing him, you remembered last Christmas when he gave you a gift.

"But I'm not going anywhere today," you say with a smile, something about you made Scrooge smirk, maybe it was the way you always had a smile on your face.

You pull Ebenezer into your small body and cuddle him standing, the man gently finds your back with his graceful hands as he returns the embrace.

"My Y/N aren't you cuddly today," Scrooge's laugh is small and gentle, Prudence gives off a bark as you drag Ebenezer to the couch.

You then find yourself in a spoon with the man, and Prudence who jumps onto the couch afterword.

This is how you both awoke to a Christmas full of hidden glee, just the two of you, where no one else would ever find out that Ebenezer Scrooge celebrated Christmas with the joy of the town.

Why put the accountability on them? Especially when they have proved that they are either not worthy of your trust or lack basic sensibilities. If you are tired of childish behaviour, then step away from childish people. Just how much will you try to school them? If you are tired of late night thirst trap texts asking “do you wanna come over tomorrow?” don’t respond. Text them the next day in the afternoon and say “I’m good, thanks for asking. You?”. If they reply saying “point taken” you can continue talking. My point really is though that at this stage of your life, you need to downsize  — downsize on the bullshit, on the dissatisfying, on the unnecessary. Would have loved to not have to use these adjectives for people but what to do? It is what it is. Petites misères de la vie humaine. Little miseries of human life. But really, though, you have the power. Take charge. Not of others but of your own life. You are not a dead fish to go with the flow. And you are not a disinterested bystander in your own life. You are not somebody that things just happen to. You are many things, but you are not passive. Never passive. Active voice, active choices. 

I do not like Jared at all but this couldn’t be more wrong. Jared won this HOH. You didn’t. That’s it.

Production does A LOT of rigging, but the wall comp is not one of those things (EXCLUDING HELEN, SHE WAS PUSHED). Jared simply outlasted Cory. Easy as that.

Cory needs to take several seats because his ego is inflating by the second. Start worrying about your OWN game and stop worrying about your showmance.

Win something and then start talking shit.

*scoots in* lemme offer for the prompts-

Tip realizing he not only has the body of a child, but the emotions of one too. Aka maybe he drops somethin or scrapes his knee and he is just sobbing like “end of the world” kid crying

Just a thought

Tip blinked in horror, looking down at the mug that had held cocoa a few seconds before, now smashed on the ground. For some reason, he had the sudden urge to cry.

He wasn't a child, for all he looked like one. But for all he knew that, the sight of his beloved mug smashed on the floor was somehow far too much...

He started to sob, quietly at first then growing in intensity. He wasn't really a child, why couldn't he stop crying? He heard the others rushing in, could feel their hands on his shoulders, then comforting arms around him. He leant into it, without even meaning to. What was happening?

Why couldn't he control himself? Why was one smashed mug suddenly the end of the world? He'd dropped plenty as an adult, but now...

He felt himself being rocked, Qrow murmuring things he couldn't quite hear into his hair. It just made him sob harder.

Whatever this was, being a child or just the overstimulation, he really wanted it to stop.

this exact experience has occurred a few times now so i'm gonna get my thoughts out here now bc i stg i can't seem to speak the words i need to when it comes up irl: SOME PEOPLE JUST LIKE THINGS!!! not everyone who loves "childish" things is age regressing or doing it "for the inner child" (those reasons are perfectly valid though) they're just not *my* reasons, and I am also valid. idk if this is a common experience, but as an autistic human with interests in "childish" things like winnie the pooh, as WELL AS very "adult" things like SW - I genuinely just do not experience the trauma survivor experience of age regression and that is ok. sure, i also have traumas, but my interest in winnie the pooh and my cute lil mannerisms or my (so called childish) fashion interests are just! interests!! and have NOTHING to do with trauma. when I am percieved this way, it paints a darkness over my experience that isn't there without your input!!!! in turn, i am treated in an infantilising way and then i don't get to tell u my winnie the pooh facts (that are not that cute btw, sometimes horrifying) and then u get to feel connected to me, whilst i become ever more disconnected from you. i'm screaming!!!!! let me love things in peace!!!!!

Why do we label things that matter as childish? Does that make it not matter? Do we realize that childish gets thrown in faces of someone having an appropriate emotional response? Why is childish something to be avoided? It's not immature, which is not fully developed; it's considered to be an adult housing positive childlike qualities (words and their meanings do matter) So...Is it shameful to be filled with awe and wonder at the world and all that and those which are a part of it? Is it horrible to keep hope alive and wish for/believe in/just know that the best is, in fact, yet to come - again and again and again? Fun fact, many of those who have this trait grew up too fast. Nothing to be ashamed of, be proud. Childish? Thank you for your honesty. Thank you for your wonder. Thank you for your love. Thank you for hanging onto the spark that makes everything worthwhile.

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A little piece about why Jimmy hasn't been bothering Bob recently:

If there was anything to know about Jimmy Pesto, it was that he absolutely loved to bother Bob Belcher. He didn't know exactly why he took such pleasure from it, but there was something about Bob that was just so provoking. For years, Jimmy would watch, glancing across the street in what he thought was a casual way; leaning against his broom, peeking when he set food on the patio tables, through the mirror behind the bar. He watched, waited, for any opportunity at all to cross the street, burst through the doors of his opponent's burger place, and relentlessly make fun of Bob for whatever small and mundane thing he could find. It didn't matter what it was, whether the other man was just holding an ice pack to his head, or if he was unceremoniously glued to a toilet. Jimmy Pesto was going to be there to make fun of it all.

Until he wasn't.

It started to fall apart right after Bob was in that fender bender; when he came into Jimmy's place for once, meekly wondering if his rival had seen the events that occurred. Jimmy had made a snide comment, sarcastically implying that he was obsessed with him, and that he was always watching. That was when Trev ruined it all, put it all into question in the faux-Italian man's mind. He brought attention to the fact that Jimmy really was always watching, and he sputtered to get his right-hand man to just shut up. But he knew Bob heard, and he knew Bob already knew it from all of the instances where Jimmy had responded immediately to the events that occurred at Bob's place. It was just in the open now; a fact that couldn't be disregarded any longer.

He had gone over to bother Bob once or twice after that, tried to compete with him in that weird 'zen' competition with Mort. But it wasn't the same, Bob didn't seem bothered anymore, and Jimmy couldn't handle that the other man just didn't seem to care at all.

When Trev asked, one night, after close, why he hadn't been over to Bob's recently, well, Jimmy stuttered. He made up some excuse about having better things to do, about not having time to waste over there, but it scared him. It made him wonder. Why did he care that Bob wasn't getting triggered anymore? Why did he care that Bob's voice no longer got screechy, trying to come up with some sort of comeback for him?

As Jimmy laid in bed that night, long after he had put the boys to bed, he thought about what Trev had said, thought about why he didn't want to try with Bob anymore. That begged the further, deeper, scarier question; why did he enjoy bothering Bob to begin with? Jimmy rolled onto his other side, his blanket rolling with him a bit. He tugged it back into place.

Did he like when Bob noticed him? Gave him attention? Even when it was negative attention, Jimmy couldn't deny the flutters of excitement and adrenaline that came from their disputes. He couldn't deny the flutters of giddiness in his stomach that came from when they got along, no matter how rare that was. He enjoyed spending time with the other man, enjoyed when they played slot cars together, and pretended that he was asleep after his hernia surgery maybe just to get some time with him. He wished he could deny the pangs of arousal he felt as he and the other man were wrapped in blankets in the Yacht Club building.

Oh shit, he thought, his hand coming up to cover his face. Did he actually like Bob?

Did he do all of these terrible things to him just to gain his affection and attention? And now that the attention has depleted to the point of apathy, he no longer feels the need to harass the other man? Was he actually sort of hurt that Bob didn't care about their banter anymore?

He tossed and turned the whole night. He rolled and tugged at his blankets, unable to sleep with the realization. He had feelings for his rival the whole time, he was like a little boy on the playground again, pulling on hair of girls he liked and scuffling with boys he liked. He always knew he liked other men, he just pretended that it was something he could control. He couldn't.

When Trev caught Jimmy looking forelornly out the window, across the street, as he mindlessly mopped the floor, he knew what was on his boss' mind. He had finally shaken him, made him realize what he was doing. He felt sorry, a little bit, for the pain Jimmy must now feel with the knowledge that the rivalry was over; that there was no reason to bother Bob anymore.

Jimmy just stared, not even trying to pretend anymore, as he realized what a hopeless situation he was in. His crush would never like him the same way, and he knew he needed to stop going over there, once and for all.

REGARDING MY REVERSE ROBINS TIM: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?

Tim: "Why not?"

Okay, my Tim is still learning

Adding to this post (and exactly "Tim was the little psycho just like many young children that you hate are") , I'd like to say that Tim being a very cynical and cold person before he re-joins the Bats and Birds is not just a result of him being dunked in a Lazarus Pit or Ra's al Ghul's attention. It's in the other circumstances: he didn't exactly mature, he didn't learn fully to feel what many other people start to feel long before 14 years. And while he, in fact, did suffer, died and all, it doesn't help, you know? It doesn't actually teach you emotions, but it did make him think that: so I'm mature now, I've seen some shit, it makes me a better judge, I know better and all that.

like. If I got separated from my family before I started to feel for real, before I started to care about people, I would be like him. Only he's deadlier and has dangerous skills, because Batman growing little crime fighters (criminals) in his luxurious garden is something you should be scared of.

so. you would ask: "how can he be the known League Assasin and actually Ra's Herald/Harbinger and not to be mature? how can he be ROBIN/SHRIKE person and not to be mature? you just confuse emotional maturity with following your standards!"

I'll answer: he can. if the last time I wanted to kill a person (and it didn't even matter which person, even a family member, even my mother, or my sister; I had no borders at all and the only thing between me and some horrific crimes was just me not wanting to risk a punishment or literal laziness; still, I did many unnecessary but bad things, just like many teens did) I was older than him when he died, and the same age when he started in the League... he can.

He didn't break the borders. He just didn't ever get them.

and it's important, for me. he didn't even process his parents' deaths (well, considering he died soon after his father did...). Even though he feels he misses them a lot, it just didn't have any impact on how he sees relationships and family. At all.

LOOK.

Again: don't get me wrong, both me and my Tim did feel emotions, had empathy (and it's INFURIATING to think now about how I just KNEW how feels beating someone up or what some person was thinking about when did something, but NOT knowing why someone would worry about me (didn't know WHAT worry means, WHAT is it, "WHY all the people surrounding me FEEL something I can't even UNDERSTAND, WHY the other people, even all my age, are so different, WHAT am I missing, AM I just smarter, AM I just the only one who has the right to do something that is not socially accepted? Are they just consumed by society standards? What, really, should stop me from killing someone, or r*ping someone, or something else, except the fact that I just don't always want to do something and therefore it's not worth the risk? Is there anything I can't do when I really want to? Why is stealing bad? Why do people feel compassion? Why am I wrong if I don't feel the same things other do?"), why does the worry become anger, or that love and consern for someone exist outside of weird conversations some people have - I don't mean romantically, because these days I still don't feel like romantical things exist yet) and all. Got angry when saw group of teens torturing a kitten. Felt proud of some accomplishments. Embarrassed when something didn't go right in public. Playing with other kids. Feeling joy, and fear, and (no sadness. just the feeling something's missing. maybe just sadness transforming to something else too quickly to be recognised), pityness, wanting to avenge, and other things.

Not emotionless, obviously.

Just not feeling anything that actually matters when it comes to your relationships with people. When you keep people around you just because you're used to them being there, talking to you, because they're the part of your surroundings. Not feeling anything about them for real. Not even missing them the way you're supposed to, when far away for long (only missing places or actions or company or missing that you don't have to build new relationships). But knowing that if you want to change this status quo it's way too easy to do it. Because everyone once thought it, even if they don't remember it: it's so damn easy to do wrong, WHY keep people worry about doing it if it's so easy to do it?

It IS childish, in a bad way. (And any person can regress to this, under the right circumstances). And while I snapped out of it when I turned, I don't know, 16 or 17 maybe, (this was looong overdue, but I'm glad, because I was old enough to actually realise how my mind, my view, my feelings had changed), like so many others did,... some people--- didn't.

And my Tim didn't, too.

So by the time he's lucid again and not shocked or overwhelmed, after waking up, reanimated, talking to Ra's, being in the League, it's just a question of "Why not?"

It's not like he has some special kind of bond with Gotham. Why not to accept getting some new skills, why not to accept some new knowledge, why not to accept some interesting work while (and HERE al Ghul's whisperings are) helping the organization lead by a cool, charismatic person who is ancient enough to see what world should be and how to achieve that? It's not like Tim cares about the world, though (most of people don't). It's just one of the points why he should accept all of this. So he does.

And it's not even a tough choice. Not even driven by anger or something.

Just freedom.

BORCA- Leaked photos allegedly show Ivan Dilisnya is a real manchild- riding around in horrible spider pram. Insider sources- anonymous to avoid death- say that that his infantile behavior in private is quite literal- he calls his torture chambers the Playroom for a reason. His behavior allegedly goes as far as demanding to be addressed in baby-talk.

DISCLAIMER: We use the world “allegedly” for a reason. Also know we at this fine newspaper routinely make use of the detect poison spell, for reasons.

Lacking emotional maturity