#*it probably wont be teensy at all

[littlemuppetmonsters]

Help i have gotten over the flu enough that it is no longer a valid excuse to not clean my room help

[starryletters]

gojo; friends to lovers headcanons!

notes : set in 2006, reader being silly and a bit dense, gojo falls first and you fall just as hard , fluff! suguru and shoko mentioned bc i love their friendgroup🫶

a/n : eep my first (published) piece of writing! im so excited, and i hope people like it!!! this isn't the most polished, but i wanted to start off with something a little more simple ( ◡‿◡ *) anywhoo satoru is the boyfriend ever!

you met him when you joined the jujutsu high second years aka geto shoko and gojo!

and gojo IMMEDIATELY decided to annoy the shit out of you

but like in an endearing way (that's what he thought, at least)

surprisingly, you actually found him funny, and bantering with him back and forth quickly became your favorite part of every day.

he really liked how you were able to keep up with him and how easy it was to talk to you about anything and everything. no matter what he had to say, you had a reply (or an insult) ready to go.

satoru's a really physically affectionate person in general and he was over the moon when you didnt seem to mind how he randomly slung his arm around your shoulder or how he liked to fall asleep with his head in your lap. (i could tie to this whole thing to his infinity and talk about how sad it is for someone that shows love through physival affection to experience smth so traumatic that they put a LITERAL barrier between them and others preventing all forms of touch but..i wont!)

it wasn't anything romantic at first! (i love platonic physical affection, okay?)

but there were small moments where you felt his touch and felt such a warmth in your heart. you had pure adoration for him [and if you ever caught his stare, you would know he adored you the same.]

anywhoo! you always thought he was attractive because i mean, look at him

but you never really saw him as a romantic prospect. at least not until you talked to him and got to know him. which you told shoko later on, and she called you a freak of nature for it because "usually he has the opposite effect on people"

there wasn't really a distinct moment you can remember where you developed feelings for him. the realization totally caught you by surprise!

you were hanging out with your fellow second years after school, and gojo made some dumb dad joke, at which only he laughed (of course), but you glanced at him from the side and his laugh!!! it was so beautiful!!! like, why are you enchanted by this LOSER right now???

either way, that's when you noticed that maybe that feeling you got in your stomach whenever gojo touched you may not have been entirely platonic. horrified and also a teensy bit excited at your discovery you look away and try to make your blushing face cool down. cool, this was definitely gonna ruin one of the best relationships and friendships you've ever had! gojo knew geto and shoko before you, so if you ever confessed, it would probably ruin your friendship with them too! cool, cool, very cool.

of course, that was total bs, but whatever you were anxious at, your newfound feelings and relationships are confusing, and you maybe (definitely) had a bit of tunnel vision in that moment.

after that (like the smart person you are), you convinced yourself that "well. if i just avoid gojo..the feelings will probably go away, right?"

oh, you poor naive FOOL

first of all, avoiding gojo was no easy feat (just ask nanami)

second of all... by the point you realized your feelings, he was already completely WHIPPED for you

"suguru! did you see? she totally looked at me for two seconds longer than usual today!"

"uh-huh"

"she definitely loves me back, dont you think so too?"

"you're delusional."

"you're my best friend! you're supposed to indulge me in my delusions!"

definitely the type to lay on his stomach and kick his feet in the air while thinking about you

and he NEVER shuts up about you

shoko and geto seriously deserve financial compensation for this and are BAFFLED by the fact that you dont notice how lovestruck he is by you?

so as soon as he realized you stopped replying to his texts like you usually did and you didn't sit next to him anymore so he could lean his head on your shoulder, he was devastated

DEVASTATED

like what did he do????? why does the universe hate him??? ( like he isnt the strongest sorcerer ever?)

you thought you were clever for coming up with your "get rid of feelings for satoru" plan

but no. for days now everywhere you were, suddenly there he was.

you didn't give him the silent treatment or anything you just... kept your distance.

well, you tried anyway

man has no sense of personal space.

"i missed you." he pouts, leaning down and placing his head on your shoulder from behind. "we see each other everyday, thats not enough for you?" you replied, trying to remain calm while he was so SO close to you. "we barely saw each other at all yesterday!" he whines. "i was busy -" "no, you weren't." "yes, i was?" "nuh-uh, " your face contorts into a grimace. "seriously, how old are you?" "sev-" "it was a rhetorical question." he moves from his postion behind you and stands right in front of you. if he wasn't so silly looking, you would probably be intimidated by his towering height.

his face turns serious. "you've been avoiding me." he states, a small pout on his lips. shit, dont look at his lips! "eh..uh..what? no, i'm not! that's crazy talk..." you sputter nervously. he sighs, and puts his hands on your shoulders "are you okay?" he's genuinely concerned for you now. damnit why couldn't he be less likeable?! this was really throwing a wrench in your plan.

"i am..i'm just..uh..argh." you lower your head and massage your temple out of frustration. your heartbeat was going a mile a minute. "i didn't mean to avoid you, satoru." you say in a soft tone. a lie, but you couldn't handle telling him the truth. his face brightens instantly. "i'll forgive you if you pinky promise to never avoid me ever again." he reaches out his pinky. "wow, future me is gonna regret that when you get inevitably annoying.." you chuckle reaching out your hand to interlink your finger with his. this was good, this was normal. you felt normal, platonic, and normal feelings. yep. a bright grin spreads across his pretty face. "although.. you might still have to buy me something sweet to really convince me!" of course. "you're the worst." "you love it!" yeah, you do.

okay, plan b. push it all down and focus on your friendship!

you did really enjoy just being his friend after all..otherwise you wouldn't care so much about ruining your friendship!

so things went back to normal sort of...except for the fact that over the next few months, the romantic tension got worse and worse.

you thought it was just you being delusional when he started holding your hand more and more frequently, freuqently bought you small trimkets and gifts( his reason being " i thought of you!") told you how pretty and cool you looked after missions, even with your hair all messed up and uniform askew. you tried so hard not to read into it even though these things were obviously pretty romantic.

satoru thought he was going insane

"i mean??? am i not being clear enough, suguru? am i being too subtle?"

"i dont think the word subtle really suits you, in any situation ever."

at this point, he was close to giving up. maybe you just didn't like him as much as he liked you?

but then! one late summer night!

the first kiss!

which was sort of out of the blue but also not really, since you'd been pining for each other for a while.

he was invading spending time in your dorm room late at night again like he frequently did. he got real chatty at night. you were both sitting on your bed, and his head was leaning against your shoulder, the soft ends of his hair tickling your neck.

it was around mignight, his voice was low and he spoke in a hushed tone.

"..you know? and then he had the audacity to insult nintendo? like sorry you hate fun, loser? anyways my original point was..." he trails off his voice, getting lower and lower by the end. you turn your head in his direction, expecting to find him asleep. instead, your nose almost bumps against his.

his eyes are..so breathtaking this close, with the moonlight reflecting in his sapphire irises. his snow-white lashes flutter as he glances down at your lips. a silent request.

this moment was so full of tender love while still so quiet. you had never felt anything quite like it before. you nod ever so slightly and softly your lips meet eachother. slotting together like two puzzle pieces, it made something click in your brain. suddenly everything made sense.

after a few moments you pulled back. your face felt hot. it was still quiet. gojos thumb rubs over the back of your hand.

he leans his head back onto your shoulder, positively beaming, he giggled "like i was saying.." he starts again the smile still evident in his voice.

an equally bright grin breaks out on your face. he was not even acknowledging the kiss you two shared. but it felt right that he didn't. this moment felt so warm and so much like satoru. there was no more confusion and no words that needed to be said. you both understood what it meant. you both finally understood what you were.

what you failed to consider was telling your best friends. geto and shoko. the four of you were hanging out and gojo had to leave early for another mission, before he leaves he quickly pecks you on the lips (which to be fair surprised you too) before waving and running off. shoko's eyes were practically bulging out of her head, and getos face couldn't decide between a surprised expression and one of disgust. "what. was that." shoko furtows her brows. "uhh..oh! oh." you couldn't exactly pinpoint what you were supposed to say now. how did you forget to tell them? how did GOJO forget to tell them? granted, it only happened last night, but still... you had assumed he spent the rest of the night lying on his stomach, feet kicking, telling geto every detail. "we're dating?" you reply awkwardly. "damn it!" shoko exclaims, and suguru smiles smugly. odd reactions... that's what you thought until you saw shoko pull out her wallet and hand suguru a big wad of cash. "see? i told you they would figure it out before they turned 25." he chides.

thank you for reading!!! and i hope you liked it! im not sure about this formatting (w/ the tumblr bulleted list. it's like not spaced apart enough, yk?) anyway! im open to constructive criticism, but please be nice im sensitive LOL (ﾉω･､)

[atiianeishaunted]

some canon stfuf about the sonder cast bwaa :33 you can have ur own hcs btw id love to see them <3 but!! yeah,, i feel liek infodumping a teensy bit hrgfrhfh mainly cuz im not in an art mood 2day sigh doesnt include everyone bc this is only stuff i can think of off the top of my head atm but :3

lance: canonically bisexual, might be a trans man (havent decided? its honestly up 2 the audience, could go either way), was a huge moviestarplanet player when he was a kid, would probably play dress to impress methinks, for the LONGEST time was convinced something was going on between allura and keith and was insanely jealous and bitter, has the worst gaydar ever TRUST, figured out he was bisexual while playing msp but it only got worse when he met keith and hes really pissed about it

keith: gay as hell but hasnt exactly processed or accepted it (just knows hes scared of women) (for many reasons), transgender (will respond to anything besides feminine pronouns n such), most likely did his own piercings dont ask how or why, allura is the only woman thus far hes comfortable with because she reminds him of a certain someone, allura and him r huge gossips, jack of all trades but really does not know what hes good at like he doesnt know a thing about himself (one time lance challenged him to try out his sniper bc they got into an argument and keith was surprisingly good at it, he was evidently more confused than lance somehow?) (think that one family guy audio where s liek "how r u doing that" "i dunno ;;; O_O"), if you ask him ANYTHING about himself he will most likely just say "yeah i dont rememebr" or "I dont know", often talks very old school and "retro" (in lance's words), surprisingly a decent cook/baker, not as good as hunk of course but can keep up, despite this it was revealed in a conversation with hunk that keith was eating glass among other inedible things while going crazy in the desert (his feral era <3), can diy explosives among other things and no one acknowledges it because it scares them, this boy is very autistic, audhd in fact, im right and you all know it allura: lesbian but doesnt realize it just yet, would probably love the idea of neo/xenopronouns she'd find them whimsical, surprisingly prefers moths over butterflies (mainly after a talk she and keith had one night), huge gossip and loves romance but not in a "i need to date a man" way but "i want to play cupid" (think mabel from gravity falls) (she did have a phase of being boy crazy but that quickly went away when she was brought out of stasis), she loves dressing up but mainly dresses down and more casually because she doesnt go out as much thanks to altea going kaput and all that, she adores gardening and likes to make dyes and such from her flowers, huge diy queen (TRUSTT) she can sew and all that, probably real crafty, keith and allura are close friends and both extremely out of touch with normal human people, she frequently asks him for advice due to their closeness and they just make eachother worse /aff, unironically used wicked in a sentence and was very proud of it (lance almost threw keith out of an airlock for this one), not the best cook but tries her best and is fairly confident with her skills (vicecore if you play alchemy stars) (keith almost banned her from the kitchen) (they agreed on supervised kitchen hours)

pidge: aroace and agender, literally a chronically online cosplayer tech nerd, probably has been cancelled multiple times to the point where matthew had to take every piece of tech they had in the house, has doxxed people before, obsessed with vocaloid and anime, wants to get piercings really bad but their parents wont let them, uses any pronouns and if you ask for their gender they will change their answer everytime or answer with something silly like "the void", their favorite person is Hunk but beyond that prefers robots and tech as their companions, keith is their favorite victim of pranks (save him), the only one who isnt scared of keith even a little bit, evil scientist coded, too smart for their own good, not very socially smart and misses social cues but doesnt really care, very picky about the food they consume, iconic 13-14 year old who is a bit too excited at the prospect of having an excuse to build weapons

[schizoidcel]

# ZOOBLE HURT/COMFORT ☆

Omg this is so embarassing it posted by itself 2 FUCKING TIMES. give me a break tumblr please ... Anywhooo I accidently deleted this ask. Upsala. Sorry anon bestie. The request was something similar to Zooble suffering but Reader comforting them!

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🖤 SCENARIO !!

warnings :: Angst.. obvs.

synopsis :: Zooble has been feeling more disconnected with their identity than ever before. They don't know why, but it's been eating away at them. They forgot that they don't have to suffer alone, though.

The mirror shows a reflection.

Who is that, though?

Zooble has been staring at this 'reflection' alot these last few days.

Is that really them?

Why do they look like this?

Do they want to look like this?

Zooble dosen't even know anymore.

Do they want to know?

...

"Hey, Zooble." Zooble didn't even hear a knock. Did they knock, or were they too deep in thought?

"...Hey [name]." they answer, looking at the direction of their s/o. Zooble already feels more at ease with their presence near them, but the thoughts that were making them feel hollow are still carved in the back of their head.

[name] steps into the room and closes the door, nearing their partner. "You've been in here alot... Are you okay? Or just tired?"

"I'm fine" 'Fuck. Was that the right thing to say?'

"..." [name] stays silent for a few seconds, then starts walking towards Zooble, stopping next to them.

They're both in the reflection now.

"..Uhm- " "- Is this what's bothering you?" [name] interrupts Zooble, pointing at the mirror.

"...I guess? I'm just, S#!|^. I don't know. I feel weird, weirder than usual. Just... What am I? And why do I feel like I never knew, even before I arrived in this f>&lt;;&!\|% circus?" "So it is what's been bothering you?"

Zooble turns their head towards [name], then turns back to the mirror, looking at both of their reflections. "sigh... Probably." they shrug.

"I see..." There is a pause.

And then a huge shattering sound.

"W-Woah! [name], what was that for?!" Zooble says, clearly taken aback from what their partner just did. The mirror is... Shattered. All the shards lay on the ground.

"Zooble, I don't want you to suffer like this. Uhmm.. Yea, maybe I shouldn't have destroyed the mirror like that-"

[name] takes a quick pause and looks at all the glass pieces laying on the floor,

"- but sitting in here staring at your reflection all day won't help you figure out what you are."

Zooble looks abit speechless at that, you can see in their face that they're unsure on what to say. [name] takes their hand, trying to reassure them abit more.

"And besides, we all love you the way you are! ...Especially me! So, how about we figure out this identity everybody loves so much once we get out? We'll put it on our To-Do-Once-We-Get-Out list, right next to the cruise ship tour." they say, trying to get any kind of response from their beloved.

Zooble thinks abit, then nods. "Alright."

[name] feels Zooble being more at ease by their hands relaxing more and hugs them, causing zooble to get flustered a teensy bit.

"And if you ever feel disconnected again, please come to me. I dont bear the title of being your partner for nothing." they try to joke around, attempting to lift Zoobles spirits up even more.

Ofcourse Zooble knows. They chuckle in response, "Alright. Sorry for making you worry. I'll... Try not to let it get to me."

Even though they'll for sure almost always think about it, Zooble wont let it pry into to their head as much. They have [name], after all.

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ׂૢ་༘࿐ Thank you for reading! ♡

BYE OMG THIS WAS SO FUCKING HARD. I love Zooble so much I hope I did them justice...

[sleepis4theweak]

FLASHBACK AU QUESTIONS, YOU SAY? FLASHBACK AU QUESTIONS YOU SHALL RECEIVE (Or at least somewhat related to the au questions...)!!

How did you originally come up with the story? Have you planned it out? Have you made any changes since you first thought of it?

What's your fav Mikey dynamic? Do you think it shows in the comic? My personal fav is PB & J duo :>>

Who's your least favorite character in the comic to draw?

Who's your favorite character to draw?

Where did Madame Bishop (I forgot her name- she had one didn't she?..was it Joanne? MAN I HAVE AMNESIA) get that scar from?

IS... IS MIKEY GONNA STAY DEAD...? 😰

Can we have a sneak peek by any chance? :3

What do you think Madame Bishop (...yeah might be Joanne...) would have been like in the doomed timeline?

ALRIGHT THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF, I'LL LEAVE YOU OFF WITH A PUN : Have you heard of the theory that no two people see color the same? I guess that would mean color is just a pigment of our imagination 🤔

YAYYAYAYAYYA THANK YOU I GOT VERY EXCITED TO ANSWER THESE YAY!

ANYWHO LONG ANSWERS BUT:

1- This was honestly supposed to be a two part comic. The entire au is based off of experiences I have had (minus the whole dying part of course) with my cousins and or brother. The first part was about Donnie and Mikey- and Mikey having the puppy dog eyes that Donnie couldn't do. That was about my cousin! It was supposed to just be like oh look Mikey can do puppy eyes. And then I saw something about how kids that struggle with understanding emotions can practice expressions in the mirror sometimes* and was like haha I should add this since it's actually something I used to do as well! THEN I wrote the line about him wanting to be the youngest and I mean... my brain went straight to "now what if Mikey dies"...

I didn't expect people to like it as much as they did tbh... so when people started to really comment on it I was like okay I should bring Mikey back to life... But then it turned into a whole au...

It's almost entirely planned out now! And most comics are still based off of stories of things that have happened with my cousins or brother! (Like how I smashed my cousins legos because I was angry at him.... its a long story lol).

*(It can also be something that kids with autism do... and someone actually pointed it out! ->)

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2- Thats a really hard one... I think my fav has to do with the situation I guess? Or how I'm feeling? But Donnie and Mikey are probably my favorite overall! But only by a teensy tiny bit.

Raph and Mikey are my favorite angst wise, and the ones I can relate to the most. Leo and Mikey are really fun, and I really like using it to explore responsibility.

I think it does show in the comic! I mean I went straight to the PB & J duo- and then with Leo and Mikey I really explored responsibility. With Raph and Mikey it was shorter, but it was a lot more emotional for me personally. And right now Raph and Mikey are really getting the spotlight. Though Leo and Mikey are the main ones in the next update! :)

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3- DONNIE. OMFG DONNIE IS SO RECTANGULAR AND ITS TERRIBLE. ITS WHY HE'S HANGING HALF IN HALF OUT OF A LOT OF FRAMES BECAUSE I HATE DRAWING HIM. I've definitely gotten better at him tho! Example for u ->

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4- I think Leo is the easiest to draw, with Mikey coming in second! My favorite to draw though is definitely Mikey. I like his mask tails :) Also he's my favorite in general hehehe

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5- LMAO I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE NAME JOANNE CAME FROM IM LAUGHING SO HARD- THATS HER CANNON NAME NOW. ITS CANNON HER NAME IS DR. JOANNE BISHOP.

She got that scar from an experiment! Idk which one... but she was experimenting on something and it freaked and scratched her! :3

It isn't too important to the story, but it may add some depth/explanation to some of her reactions later on.

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6- ... lemme tell you, I have gotten this ask so many times... BUT CONGRATS I WONT DELETE THE ASK THIS TIME JUST FOR YOU <3

Usually I answer the ask, wait until I'm sure the person sending it saw my response and delete it to keep the mystery alive hehe... but I won't delete this one.

No. Mikey is not gonna stay dead. I mentioned it in the first one, but the comic was supposed to end with him maybe dead maybe not... but since the au is continuing... I don't like it when characters die :( Its sad so he was never gonna be actually dead. So yes, he will come back! Its just gonna take a bit...

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7- YOU MAY! I was considering which spoiler to give you... but I've decided to give you a big spoiler... just cropped. :) Because I'm evil like that :))

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8- Hmmm.... idk to be honest, I haven't thought about it... I think she would be just... even crazier. Like batshit insane.

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THAT PUN MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD- THANK YOU FOR THAT AND THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK IT MADE MY DAY <3

[the-heaminator]

UH UH UH UH HOW BOUT THEM UFOS? HOW WAS TONY'S FIRST DAY IN CONGRESS?

LOVE THIS. Tiny teensy lil ficlet. Send me unhinged headcanons. Like very

Tony was an odd little motherfucker, I mean he was from fuck knows where but he was still odd considering all the people, nations and other eldritch abominations Alfred had the pleasure, or displeasure to know. Mothman may have had asscheeks of steel, Arthur and Matt each with minds at least fucked in 55 different ways, the low end estimate, actually the benchmark, Arthur was probably in the thousands. But Tony somehow managed to beat those two train wrecks.

The funniest fucking thing was that most people just saw him as A Dude, not an alien, he had determined everyone saw him the exact same as he did, greyish with big ass red eyes, but like everyone treated him just like some guy.

The lady at the entrance if Congress, the receptionist, a middle aged southern woman, sweetest lady Alfred knew alive as of current, took a once over at Tony, the fucker hadn't even spoken yet, gave him a sympathetic sigh, a visitors pass for him, and said "Ah, New Yorkers, sugar you know where to go by now so I wont bite you with that, does your little friend want some water or somethin', its awfully hot today."

"Bastard, stupid, limey."

She took that as a yes and gave him some water, he repeated the same string of expletives, this time he sounded pleased and was holding up the plastic cup like it was the sun itself.

She shook her head "Strange people they are, honestly, you'd have though I'd given him the moon."

They passed through, Congress was boring as usual, he had seen videos of british parliament sent to him by an Arthur bored out of his mind, they hot just about as much shit done as they did in Congress, which is to say not much of use, just made it seem absolutely drunken.

Tony got bored, started floating things around people's head and dropping them as they noticed out tf the corner of their eyes, that got boring so he tried to stuff a oen up someones nose, Alfred was watching with interest, "Shove it up his nose."

Tony complied, this was fun, he had an idea, he floated individual droplets of water from his cup into the air, and threw it at high speed at random congressmen and women, almost felt like hail. Fuck this was fun.

Tony was an odd fucking creature but man was he fun

[brinteylovesaliens]

My mom has started watching Star Wars. She hated it when it first came out because my brother was super obsessed and annoying about it (funnily enough, he's the reason I hated SW growing up, for the same reason). She's watching them in timeline order (not the animated stuff, she's not big on animated shows that aren't Gargoyles).

Today, I got a message while at work and all it said was "Ewoks!!" She finally got to Episode VI 😂

She got into it because she loves The Mandalorian and wanted to see the other stuff that I wont shut up about. So I told her "since you recently watched all 3 seasons of Mando, you could probably skip it." I was told "You shut your mouth!!"🤣🤣🤣

BTW, her crush on Billy Dee Williams is still in tact, and I think she might have a teensy one on Donald Glover now (I do not blame her).

Will keep you updated when she watches the sequel trilogy

[curseleads]

when this psd is done saving all these icons it’s over for yall

Would anyone like a teensy* starter while I wait? ( oh and multi’s please specify your muse! )

[deuce08]

A/N : i need more twst content so i decided to make this! Just how much the 1st grade has a crush on you based on my opinion in the game. Im so sorry if its bad or my language is wrong since eng isnt my first language TT but do enjoy~!

How much do they have a crush on you

Ace : 6/10 has a crush on you. I feel like he likes being around you most of the time. Aside from everywhere he caused trouble with you, he probably found you comfortable aswell. He also enjoy see your laughing face whenever he makes jokes or chasing grim all around. Most importantly he will go to you after lesson ends. Although probably its just a teensy bitsy crush-

Deuce : 5/10 (not sure) has a crush on you. I feel like he sometimes doesn't make an expression of "enjoying" the trouble whenever you go with Ace and Grim but im sure deep inside him, he enjoys it. He mostly focus on schools to be an honorary student. He probably enjoy taking you to a blastcycle. But other than that i feel like he makes a warm expression to you that no one else have ever seen.

Epel : 4/10 has a crush on you. Im sure he likes being with you especially when you try saving his butt the first time you guys met. He probably like to share some of his apple with you and make cool shapes of them. You dont mind his accent and that made his heart goes BOOM- well his trust increases too.

Jack : 4/10 has a crush on you. He has a soft side when it comes to you. He enjoys your companion although most of the time he like to focus on his training more. He will let you touch his tail but if ears? He'll give more thoughts to that..

Sebek : 5/10(not sure) has a crush on you. You're friends with Malleus and that makes him kind of jealous.. but also happy. He trust that you wont do such harmful action towards his king nor will you plan to do something evil. He yells a lot but when you reminded him he will lower his tone. Im sure he notice how you're still comfortable with him even tho he yells a lot.

[plutowrites]

AHHH PLUTO okok I’m definitely requesting something from my mf baby 😤❣️

Okok we already know who I’m picking this with... but to be safe Levi LMAO

My pronouns are she/they so she is fine 🤠❣️

OKOK for starters I’m an INFP ! Personality wise with people I don’t know very well they do say I’m a little blunt and I come off harsher than I mean to and I have a very dominant personality, like I’m not at all afraid to call shit out if I see it and be honest with people! But I also think I’m a very kind and devoted person! With my friends and people I talk to though I’m very loud and I feel like I can be a lot sometimes LMAO, I’m just a loud goofy person :)

I’m also very awkward though like “🧍🏻‍♀️”at its finest in social situations that aren’t with work, I’m not very good at reading social queues which is probably why I’m very blunt a lot of the time and harsh on accident cause I don’t mean to be!! I’m just talking!!

I think I’m pretty funny too 🤓

Generally people either think I’m v sweet or mean and idk where that puts me LMAO

Hobbies 🥸 this is so hard always pls but I like artsy stuff -we know this- and I really like the outdoors!! Camping??? Yeah sign me tf up ! I MF LOVE ROADTRIPS I love every part!! The long drives and the scenery and the hotel and the stupid souvenirs it’s just ugh I love it :)

Looks; ok now listen, I am 5’9” and like a half,,, I know Levi is like 5’3 on a good day but IDC‼️I love my lil shorty❣️❣️For looks idk what else to say besides the fact that body wise i’d say I’m like curvy but I have kind of muscular/thick thighs from when I did rugby -that I am a teensy bit insecure about- and that’s just kind of how I’ve always been built man 🧍🏻‍♀️ features wise I have curly black hair and brown eyes and uhhh a beauty mark right by my lip like a Marilyn Monroe one idk what else to say face wise LMAO 😶

Ok I WONT put smoothie as my fav dessert cause apparently that don’t count 🙄✋🏼‼️ so it’d have to be like strawberry anything 🤓❣️ besides ice cream 😶 like strawberry cheesecake! That’s good there we go :)

OK I HOPE THIS WASNT TOO MUCH I LOVE YOU PLUTO PLS IM SO EXCITED

HI LOVE I kinda went off bc you gave me so much to work with ❤️🥺 and while i was writing everything i was like damn...im starting to have feelings for bunny too LMAOO

ANYWAYSS i hope you enjoy 😘

Random Headcanons

Levi and you started dating because all your mutual friends were pushing you guys together and it got to the point where the two of you were so frustrated and were all like fine, LET’S JUST DATE

But then he started to really make you feel ushy gushy feelings…..and you started to make him feel such strong and intense emotions

Whenever the two of you hung out he would bring you snacks that he saw you eating (and enjoying) before. Like y’all will go on a hike and he’ll pull out gummies from his pocket or a random ass drink for you

“Where did that come from?”

“Just take it idiot.”

“Are you sure?”

“I brought it for you.”

 He’ll get so shy then after realizing what he said and he vows to himself to never be soft like that again but then he can’t help it when he’s around you. Poor bby just wants to make you so happy.

He loves listening to you talk and it doesn’t matter what you talk about, he just loves listening to you go on and on ESPECIALLY if it’s something that makes you excited 

You just do something to him when he sees your eyes go all wide and you start to use your hands to speak and he’s freaking out in the inside bc he thinks you’re so perfect but on the outside he looks so nonchalant as he drinking his fourth cup of tea of the day

He’s gonna look forward to your stories, and he especially loves your work ones except when ppl are making your job hard for you

He gets all annoyed that he can’t be there to tell them to fuck off 

I know you said your thighs were a bit of an insecurity for you but if you let Levi find out he’ll make sure you know he loves them and you’re perfect just the way you are

One of his favourite things to do is just lay down on them, head in your lap and he gets to just look up at you and be at peace

He doesn’t communicate his feelings 24/7, he would much rather show you how much he adores you

I feel like he’ll love to give you massages? The two of you will be watching a movie together and he’ll pull your feet onto his lap and just rubs them, or he’ll grab your hand and massage them for you

OUU you’ll be like ugh my hands are kinda dry and he’ll be like bet and leaves the room then comes back with lotion and rubs it on for you 

“I can do that myself, ya know?”

“Tch. Why do it when I can do it, brat?”

OMG you guys watch shows together and he would be so HURT if you watch an episode without him

He’ll come back home from work and see you watching the latest episode and his face will fall and he’ll just retreat back to the room without speaking to you LMAO

You have to promise to never do it again and give him lots of kisses. He’ll act super annoyed but he would forgive you in the first 5 seconds

GIRL he’s gonna love playing with your hair, he is lowkey (highkey) OBSESSED with touching your curls

Tries to do this at night though so he doesn’t ruin your hair for the day

Omg i’m writing a lot AHH 

Levi loves how easy it is to be around you and how effortless it is to love you

He’s not into the theatrics and he hates unnecessary drama so when he’s able to find someone he can be 100% himself around without worrying about rubbing them the wrong way with his personality...he’s so hooked

He appreciates your bluntness! He doesn’t like when people beat around the bush, he prefers someone who is always honest even if it comes off harsh! He’s the same exact way!

HE simply adores your beauty mark, you’ll just catch him sometimes looking at it (and your lips ofc) he thinks it super adorable but he also won’t be super obvious about it

He hates how much money you spend on iced coffees, he always wonders why you can’t make it at home like how he makes his tea at home

You’ll walk through the door and he sees a cup in your hands

“Didn’t I buy you an iced coffee this morning? You still haven’t finished it?”

“No, this is another one.”

“You’re 90% iced coffee at this fucking point.” 

One day he gets so fed up and he just buys all the ingredients to make your iced coffee at home and I’m not talking about him getting some basic instant coffee and some creamer, this man is ordering all the flavours you like

You like hazelnut syrup? He got it. Caramel? He ordered it. You like sweet cream cold foam on top? He bought a milk frother.

He’ll tell you he regrets it later on bc of how much space everything takes up

“Our kitchen turned into a shitty ass starbucks” 

He doesn’t actually regret it tho, he knows how much you love it and that’s enough to make him feel satisfied 

How Levi asks you to be his valentine

This man just straight up texts you! (see image below)

PLS Levi acts so hard but in reality he is so soft for you

After he presses send he constantly checks for your reply

Jumping to his phone when he feels a vibration in his pocket and then gets disappointed when it’s not you texting him back

How Levi spends Valentine’s day with you

For the valentine’s day itself he plans a road trip for the two of you and even though the destination is breathtaking and gorgeous, you can’t help but to think the best part was the journey

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Anyone want to write am AU fic where Melissa and Samantha (never died/went starlight.. whatever..) are dating and set up Mulder and Scully (who have never met) on a blind date....

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Chapter 1

PG-13 | 2.1k wds | pre-XF AU | MSR, Melissa/Samantha

A/N: I’ve had this prompt in my box for SO long (sorry sorry sorry), and I’ve been writing teensy bits and sentences here and there for a long time. If people like this, maybe I’ll keep it going? I have ideas for where it might go.

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1985 - Providence

They met at Brown where both their families were close enough for driving visits, but far enough to leave them alone. It was a literature course. Victorian poetry. They made googly eyes from across the room over Christina Rossetti, and knew. By the end of the semester, fingers touching under desks, small hand-written notes scratched into the margins of each other’s notebooks, the promise of coffee, of something more.

After a year, they so badly wanted their families to meet, but neither felt ready. Samantha’s socked feet in Melissa’s lap, toes curled under a throw pillow, Murder, She Wrote playing on the small TV, she says,  “Too WASPy.”

Wrinkling her nose, “Too Catholic,” Melissa replied.

So they shared a Tofurkey roast and wine and each other over Thanksgiving dinner. Each called home the next day to say they were sorry they couldn’t make it.

“We missed you,” their mothers each said.

“Next year,” they each replied.

But the next year things were rough between them, and they spent their holidays apart. Melissa disappeared for a while, as was her wont, and Samantha cried in what had been their small apartment in Providence, and which now felt so empty without her tapestries and crystals and the musky spice of nag champa. She was on the couch, feeling a bit lost and boring, when her phone rang. She dragged herself to the kitchen to answer.

“H’lo?”

“Samantha?”

“Fox!”

“Hey kid, how’s it going?”

She was smiling already at the sound of his voice. “Oh, you know, neurosis and loneliness. You?”

He sighed, “Same.”

“You need a girl,” she said.

“So do you.”

Her smile fell when she thought of Melissa, and there was a pause. “Touché.”

“Hey, I’m sorry, Sam. She’ll come around.”

“You think? Last I heard she was in San Diego again.”

“She’ll be back. But, hey, I have good news.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m back on the east coast, beginning next week. I’ll be at Quantico.”

“Not far from dad.”

“Yeah.” There was silence for a moment.

“Are you going to visit him?”

“Sam—“

“I’m just asking.”

He sighed. “Not at first. Maybe after training.”

“Come visit me, then?”

She could almost hear his smile. “You got it.”

1988 - Stanford

“Dana.”

“Hmm?” She didn’t look up. Dana was sprawled out on her small living room floor, surrounded by books and notes. Melissa, on the couch, put down her book and sat up straight, face serious.

“Dana,” Melissa said again, and this time her sister glanced up. “I need to talk to you about something.”

The younger woman straightened and pulled her glasses from her face, noting the worry line on her sister’s forehead. “Oh,” she said. “Okay,” and she moved to the couch, pulled a pillow to her lap. “What’s up?”

Melissa took a deep breath. “You know I’ve dated a handful of guys,” she began. Dana nodded and felt a plucked string of curiosity. So we’re talking about boys now, she thought. There was no way that her sister, Melissa Scully, had gotten serious enough with some guy for that conversation, but— “Well, I’ve also… Dana, I’ve dated some girls too.”

Dana’s eyebrows went up. That was not what she’d been expecting. “Oh,” she said again. “Um… oh. Okay.”

Melissa worried her bottom lip. “Yeah. And there’s one… one that I’ve dated quite a bit more than others. Off and on.”

Dana’s eyebrows rose even higher and she leaned forward, curious now. “Really?”

“Yes,” Melissa said. “Her name’s Samantha. We met at Brown years ago and dated for a long time. But I… I guess I panicked a few times and dated other people, I guess just because that’s what I do, but… well, we’re together again. And I think it’s serious this time.”

Dana sat with this for a long moment, thinking, adjusting. “How serious?” She asked after a time.

Melissa cleared her throat, eyes to the coffee table. “We’re living together again.”

“Again?”

“Yeah. But we’re thinking about buying a house.”

“What?” Now this Dana couldn’t wrap her head around. “You, Melissa, are thinking about buying a house. Like owning a piece of property that will require you to stay in one place presumably for more than a year.”

“Yes. In Baltimore, near mom. And near Samantha’s brother.”

To be near family, Dana thought. To be near both of their families. This was serious. She took in Melissa’s nervous fidget. “Well,” she began, searching her sister’s face, knowing how hard this must have been for her to divulge. “Melissa, that’s great.” She smiled, reached to take the other woman’s hand. “It sounds like… it sounds like you really love her.”

A smile, then, finally broke over Melissa’s face. “Yeah,” she said. “I do.”

1989 - Baltimore

“You like leggy brunettes,” Samantha said.

Her brother made a face, not liking to be pinned down so easily. So narrowly. “Yeah,” he shrugged. “I guess.”

“But have you tried short red-heads?”

Now he was confused. Samantha wiped the side of the wooden spoon with her index finger and licked it, eyebrows raised in question.

“What are you talking about?”

She couldn’t help the small turn of her lips, half sheepish. She turned away from him to stir the sauce again. “Melissa’s sister is coming tonight, too,” she said. “Her name is Dana.”

“What? Samantha…”

“It’s just dinner.”

“Are you kidding me? Is this a setup?”

“No!” She said, turning to face him again. “No. Not really.” The smirk grew back. “Just family. Just dinner.”

—

He tried to be angry. He did. He frowned and pouted and snarked for a full twenty minutes. But then a key turned in the lock and the door opened and first Melissa came through the door and then there was… her. Short, rumpled from the plane ride, dragging a too-heavy suitcase, she was all freckles and messy ponytail and an easy guffaw at something Melissa had said. She wore a loose sweater that hung off her shoulder, dark jeans, and her laugh was contagious. He forgot to be angry. He forgot not to smile.

“You’re here!” Samantha called from the kitchen, rushing to meet them, arms open, sleeves pushed up. There were hugs and kisses and “how was your flights,” and then Samantha turned to the side and gestured at him. “Dana, this is Fox. My brother. He’s in the FBI.”

Dana’s eyebrows went up and her cheeks went just a bit red. He stood, uncomfortable, at the threshold between kitchen and living room, for just a moment before stepping forward to shake her hand. “Fox,” she said. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah,” he said, because it was all he could say, because when he touched her hand he felt the strangest thing, like deja vu or a half-remembered dream. Her fingers were soft, but her grip was firm, and it lingered just a moment. “Nice to meet you,” he managed to get out.

Melissa and Samantha were sharing a look—a look like knowing. Like the same one they’d made at each other over a seminar table in Providence four years earlier.

—

She was nothing like her sister. This, he learned quickly. She had just finished her third year of medical school and she planned to specialize in pathology—forensics, specifically. Like him, she would spend her days with the dead. She spoke German. And Latin. And Greek. She knew nautical terminology and thought Melissa’s crystal fetish was bullshit. She told him he was probably wrong about his most recent case (��That sounds like porphyria, not occultism,” she’d said with a furrowed brow.) He couldn’t stop staring at her.

She caught him, once or twice, and he could swear she was blushing. After two glasses of wine, she tilted in her seat, head dropping to her sister’s shoulder.

“You tired, Day?” Melissa asked.

Dana yawned. “Long flight.”

Samantha offered her a sympathetic pout from across the table. “Guest bed is all made up if you want to turn in.”

But she shook her head, lifted it, and said, “No. No, I’m okay. I think I just need some air.”

Melissa gently nudged her sister so she sat up straight again, stood, stretched,  and began clearing plates from the table. “Why don’t you go for a walk? Let me just clean up here, and—“

“I’ll go.” All three of the women looked at him, and he cleared his throat. “I mean,” he said, “I kind of want to stretch my legs.”

He watched Dana’s face, which was red-red, and he didn’t think it was only from the wine. “Okay,” she said.

—

She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She didn’t even believe in this kind of thing, whatever this was she was feeling. She walked beside him on the sidewalk and felt the whole weight of his body beside hers, the heat of it, like vibrations of energy that made her want to reach out and touch, to feel the vibratory hum that seemed to move through his skin. She told herself that her life was too complicated for this. She was almost-dating her married instructor. She lived on the other side of the country. He was practically her brother-in-law. Everything about it was wrong.

Still. She hadn’t felt like this in… well, ever, she didn’t think. It wasn’t like this with Daniel. The hair on her arms stood on end, brushed against the inside of her sweater with every movement. She could feel all of her skin at once.

“So you have one more year,” he said. “And then what?” He was picking at his fingers as they walked, strolled really, around the block in the warm June air.

“Then internship and residency,” she said. “Another few years.”

“Will you stay in California?”

“I, um… I don’t know. Probably not. Most of my family is on the east coast right now, so…”

“So you’ll come back here?”

She smiled. “Maybe.”

He nodded, a small smile touching his own lips as they rounded the next block. She felt herself drift toward him, unthinking, and her shoulder bumped his upper arm. He looked down at her, and she up at him, still amused, confused, by this uncontrolled attraction. His eyes were so curious, so intense. He moved his hand, just a bit, so it brushed against hers. It was an invitation—subtle, easy to ignore. But she took it, let her fingers slide between his, her palm into his warm one, and they were both smiling sheepishly. She shook her head and laughed.

“What?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I… this is just so strange.”

He tugged her hand so she bumped against him again. “Strange how?”

She shook her head again. “I don’t know you. I don’t live here. I—“

“Have a boyfriend?” He asked, already looking disappointed.

“Well,” she said. “Sort of? I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

He was nodding slowly, still holding her hand tight. It tingled, made her warm everywhere, just that small point of contact. “That’s okay,” he said. “We’ll just keep this simple.”

“Right,” she said. “Besides, you’re kind of family.”

“Right,” he said.

They were quiet for several moments, walking comfortably, still hand-in-hand. But when they turned the corner back onto Melissa and Samantha’s street, she stopped. She glanced at the house, made sure it was still too far for them to be spied on, then turned to look up at him. She watched him watching her, those eyes still so intense, just a bit hopeful, and she thought about how smart it would be to do as he said and keep this simple. She told herself to thank him for the walk and then let go of his hand. She would see him again at holidays, feel a small twinge of sadness, and move on. Avoid confusion, Dana. Avoid awkwardness. Nip this right here in the bud. She would have. She should have.

But then, instead, she kissed him.

She reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers, pressed her lips to his with almost no pressure–just a glance of skin on skin. But the shock of warmth and electricity that had first passed between their hands intensified—doubled, tripled, drove them into each other with a need that felt otherworldly. One of his hands moved to hold her face, the other to her hip, and she found her body drawn against his, felt herself falling down and down and down and never hitting the bottom of whatever this was, head spinning instead in a whirl of feeling she’d not known before. Their mouths opened. Their tongues touched. Their noses brushed against each other. She smiled against his lips, overwhelmed with the sheer joy that was pumping through her body with every beat of her heart.

And then she caught hold of herself again, found her senses. She broke the kiss, pulling his forehead to rest on hers while she took a long, deep breath with her eyes closed.

Then she stepped back, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, face on fire, and said, “Sorry.”

She turned and started walking back toward the house, leaving Fox Mulder dumbfounded on the sidewalk until he could gather enough wits to turn and follow her.

—end chapter 1—

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The Bet

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four  | Part Five  | Part Six  | Part Seven  | Part Eight

"What are you staring at?"

Draco made a small noise in the back of his throat, not entirely registering the question. "Hm?"

"I think he's staring at Potter." Pansy snickered.

"Probably wondering when the git will ask him out." Draco could hear the smirk in Blaise's voice.  That got his attention.

"Oh, piss off." Draco snapped at them. He looked back down at his breakfast, picking at his eggs with his fork. Not eating. How could he when that ridiculous rumor was going around? Potter. Ask him on a date? Who in their right mind would want that, anyhow?

Draco glanced back at the speckled git. Something flipped inside his stomach.

"Damnit," He mumbled to himself. He could feel Blaise and Pansy still looking at him. He ignored them, but they were persistent.

"Don't get your hopes up, Draco."

"Yeah, even if he did ask you out, it would be for the bet." Pansy stabbed at a piece of sausage. "Who would want to be at the end of that horror show?"

Draco's face fell. He forgot about that part. Quickly regaining his composure, he sniffed haughtily. "Please, like I care if that prick asks me out."

"He's practically all you talk about-"

"Piss off, Pansy. He is not."

"Oh, so those three hours I spent yesterday listening to you analyze every single look Potter gave you was for my benefit?" Pansy sneered.

"I- Wha-" Draco shifted his volume to a harsh whisper, "It was not three hours."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Fine. Four hours."

"Pansy!"

"But face it," She jabbed her fork at him, "You like the idea of Potter being forced to ask you out."

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off quickly, "Swear it on your mother's grave!"

Draco quickly snapped his mouth shut.

"Have to tell the truth now, babe." Blaise spoke up nonchalantly as he read the paper.

"Ugh, you and the mother swearing. Merlin." Draco grumbled. He shook his head in defeat. "Fine. I may be the teensy tiniest bit happy that Potter may be sort of challenged to ask me out."

"Ha!"

"But! Only because I'll be able to turn him down." Draco said smugly.

"Draco, I said swear!" Pansy looked disgusted with him. "You would disrespect your mother's grave like that?"

"I do swear! Turning him down would be the most satisfying thing ever." Draco swooned at the thought. "Show him his place, quite honestly."

"Also," Blaise actually raised his eyes this time, "Because if he is really serious about the bet, he has to ask you until you agree. Which means you'll be getting all the more attention from him and every other nosey git here."

Draco gaped at him, but Blaise merely cocked an eyebrow before looking back to his paper.

"Oooh," Pansy giggled. "He got you good."

"He did not!"

"I think I did."

Draco crossed his arms, not bothering with the pretense of eating this time. His two friends snickered at him (well, Pansy giggled. Blaise just… turned the corners of his mouth a bit.), but he ignored them. Blaise was right. He did want to turn Potter down a few times… But a thought occurred to him. If Potter really was serious about the bet, wouldn't that mean he would have to say yes to Potter eventually? Would Potter even enjoy a date with him? Oh, Merlin. What if he made the date horrible on purpose? Draco didn't think his heart could take that.

He looked up again. Potter was fidgeting in his seat, his two friends (and the gits were sitting way too close to him, in Draco's opinion) talking excitedly on either side of him. They seemed to be asking him questions because every time they paused he would shake his head or respond. At some point, they got so into the conversation they left Potter behind. Apparently, the boy who lived isn't interesting enough to the world's most boring people. Draco smirked. Then, Potter was suddenly looking at him. He glanced up, nervously. Yet hopefully (making Draco realize with an internal groan that he stared at Potter the same way). When their eyes met, Potter's eyes widened. Draco quickly looked back to his abandoned food, not wanting to see the rest of his reaction. He glared at his eggs.

You will not go on that date, Draco Malfoy, He thought to himself. You definitely, definitely, definitely-

He glanced up once more, just to check. Their eyes met again. Even from the other side of the Great Hall, they were so agonizingly green. Draco gulped.

Wont.

Here you go, you nerds. Since y’all were screaming at me for another one. (JK I LOVE THAT YOU ALL WANTED MORE THANKS BABES YOU’RE GREAT)

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when i was in like first grade, my teacher was explaining dreams and nightmares and daydreams. i remember raising my hand and being like "what about the bad version of a daydream? would that be called a daymare?" and she was like "NO that doesnt exist. theres no such thing as a daymare that would be silly" and to this day i remember feeling so hurt and frustrated because was i the only one? i had to be; the teacher said daymares dont exist and teachers are always right, so obviously i am Bad and Weird.

fast forward a long ass time and i'm 15. i'm 15 and i know about intrusive thoughts and maladaptive daydreaming which explains the "daymares", sort of, but i'm caught on why i got them so damn often.

i mean, yeah, my ADHD ass gets intrusive thoughts a lot, but maladaptive daydreaming is different and i definitely experienced a lot of both.

maladaptive daydreaming is usually caused by trauma and abuse, but... i don't remember anything especially traumatic happening n early childhood.

i'm pretty sure it was just the general societal trauma that i had already accumulated so much of; after all, in my short time of schooling i felt ostracized and Different from everybody else and i really didnt understand a lot of things that everybody else did and that made me feel like a freak. so thats probably it.

i cant shake the thought, though. the thought of did something really bad happen? did something happen when i was little that was so bad, i don't remember it? does my family know something about my past that i dont?

im pretty sure its not that, but every time i think back on things from my early childhood, i realize: i didn't "start" being sick and scared and depressed in 5th/6th grade. my ENTIRE LIFE has been deeply, horribly traumatic, mostly because of the way ive been treated by classmates, teachers, and even family members. i didnt break when i got to a certain age, i was broken down again and again throughout my entire life. i learned those possibly harmful coping mechanisms so early on that i didnt even know i was coping to begin with.

i've been a freak my entire fucking life, and it first became apparent when at the ripe old age of one when i was still smaller than your average football, when i would talk to strangers using big words and full sentences, asking too personal questions and various things about politics without realizing that it was the slightest bi odd or bad to do. ive always been a freak and i know that, but being reminded all day every day for literally my whole life thus far? that cant have done me any favors.

and i know its not just me.

im sure so so so so so many people on this damn website have heard that we dont know anything about non traumatized neurodivergent people because our society has made us all traumatized beyond reasonable repair.

so i know this isnt exactly a new concept.

...but still.

i cant help but wonder who i would be if i hadnt been broken and shattered so many times and forced to shoddily stick the pieces together with spit and off brand glue sticks. who would i be if i had not been broken at all? if i wasnt shunned and disgraced for having an undiagnosed mental disability? would it still even be a disability, if i had been fully accomodated all the time instead of the mere table scraps i get now, after i've already been snapped to teensy tinsy pieces beyond recognition?

i dont know. and ill never know. and no one will ever be able to truly understand. i mean, thats actually straight up bullshit. but. no one with the power to actually help will ever understand. they just wont. perhaps a tiny margin whom i shall never meet understood, once. but theyre adults now, and they can no longer get it because they have forgotten what it was like to experience these things. they are no longer completely helpless, so they can no longer truly know.

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My friend recently came out as trans (they've battled severe treatment resistant depression for a decade, and so far a year of therapy focused on gender, socially transitioning and talk of medical transition has been the only thing that's helped). I want to be there for them but I'm very concerned due to all the horrors I've seen of medical complications. I'm scared to ask about this cause TRAs would label me transphobic (I'm not transphobic but I'm not uncritical of the ideology either).

okay um... fuck wjsksnsh

well first of all what they need most rn is support. someone they can confide to. show them they can do that with you (if they dont already). it's like when someone is an abusive relationship right? you cant just say "hey this is an abusive relationship, leave the person". they wont do it and they will probably not trust you anymore to confide in you.

I'll tell you straight on this will not be easy. at first, questioning it may not be the go bc they will be VERY sensitive about it. try and listen to how they feel. if they have dysphoria it's gonna be really bad, there are people who actually live as trans and that's fine you know? the world is as it is, we can only try and hope for the best, but that is how some people cope. it's not easy living in general, but if we can make it just a teensy easier... why not?

after you have their trust, try and pop some very small questions and appointments. try showing some gender critical trans people like Buck Angel and Blair White. I think if a person is so deep entrenched in TRA that they ID as trans, they'd only maybe listen to another trans person. then if it goes well, show de-trans people, there are quite a few on youtube.

you wanna take baby steps you know. it probably took months, maybe years for your friend to get this deep into TRA, it's not gonna take days to undo the damage. if they are female, I think (later on) Unpacking Queer Politics by Sheila Jeffreys is a good recommendation (if they're male maybe it would work too, but I think this is more appealing to the female public). if they start to budge and show some actual interest in desistence, Gender Hurts by Sheila Jeffreys is good too, but this is waaay down the road. Magdalen Berns' videos too.

first and foremost, right now this person needs a friend. show them they can tell you all the dirty, the bad and the good. tell them your shit too. build the trust. this takes really long, I'm talking months-on-end, years. if you're willing to not give up, though, the very least you can get from this is a profound friendship. just... bear in mind that they might not come around.

[actualbird]

Hey! The part (1/2) of that anon post was from Me and it went a little something like, the #1 spot on that amazingraceau top 10 list would be Michael having a panic attack on a high stress task in a crowded city and the producer/cameraman being all like, OH NO WHAT DO WE DO!?!? Then Jeremy just shoves through them, crouched in front of Michael and grabs the sides of his face saying, "hey, look at me I'm right here it's me come on Michael look at mo okay? Breathe with me..."

cw: panic attack

i agree this moment happened at one point but i disagree that it would be on the list because this moment doesnt get aired at all. the producers sure wanted to air it because of the drama, and it does get shot, but it never makes it to the final edit. this moment is something only the cast and crew of the show know about, and if you ask them exactly why it didnt air, they’ll tell you that Jeremy Heere broke into the producers’ houses and strangled them with his bare hands because I don’t care if it’s reality tv, you will NOT air Michael’s goddamn panic attack, are. we. clear? (okay, the crew is probably exaggerating a teensy bit, but they had good reason to. Jeremy is a sweet, bumbling, awkward, lovable contestant, but that was the first time any of them had seen him mad. it’s. scary. whatever Jeremy did, it got the footage out of screens all over the world. Michael has no idea.)

shfksjdf anyway it’s basically a disaster. michael thought he had his sensory issues under control enough to compete in the show, but it comes barreling back in paired with stress and tension and noise and wow, there are so many people and there’s too much light and sensation and before he knows it he’s gasping for air that wont go in or out of his lungs.

jeremy, thankfully, has got his back. 

(”What’d I ever do to deserve you?” Michael asks with a shaky grin.

“You hung out with me when I was a weird quiet five year old who kept chasing after beetles,” Jeremy gently takes hold of Michael’s wrist. “That’s a life pact right there.”)

all the happenings after this incident get aired, and theyre pretty popular anyway because jeremy and michael are a little bit more closer than usual, a little more tactile, a little more in love. jeremy keeps walking around with a protective arm around michael’s neck. michael keeps looking at jeremy like he’s the most precious thing in the world.