#I just realised this show is my hyper fixation

[artinvain]

The fact that it’s KIDS mining shimmer. oh y’all I hadn’t watched the show until now oh my god I am so so sick for loving sevika my big lunky sweet pea is a real time mafia lord!!!! 😟🫣🫣 stop it pookie!! 😘😘

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “enemies to lovers: zombie apocalypse edition” prompts 

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “I know this is pretty specific, but I am hyper fixating on the apocalypse rn, so what do you think about enemies to lovers prompts, but in the apocalypse?? Love your acc so much!!” 

“As much as I hate you and want you dead, I don’t want to have to witness seeing you being eaten by one of those fuckers.”

“Are you actually brainless and think the zombies won’t get you? What made you think that was a good fucking idea?”

“Leave if you don’t want to die too—” “Funnily enough, I don’t want you to die alone.”

“Oh, so now you want to act like you give a shit about me—” “I’ve always given a shit about you, I just didn’t know how to show it until I saw you being attacked like that by someone who isn’t me.” 

“Why’d you save me? Thought you wanted me dead.” “Well, I want the reason to be me, not by the hands of some infected wanker.” 

“Oh, I’m sure zombies wouldn’t want to eat someone who clearly doesn’t have a fucking brain anyway, so why are you so scared?” “Well, I guess you and zombies have something in common. You’re attracted to brainless people like me.” “Who— what?! What utterly preposterous accusation is that?!” 

“You stupid idiot! You could have died out there like that! And here you were, talking about wanting to get out of this alive and shit!”

“We’re in the apocalypse, for God’s sake! Stop giving each other those bedroom eyes,” Character C complains. Their complaints are met by flabbergasted sounds and noises which resemble denial from both Character A and B.

“Oh my God, you fucking stink!” “Yeah, well, you don’t smell of roses and daisies yourself so let’s get some sleep and conserve our energy for later.” “You’re telling me to share this makeshift bed with you?” 

“Why did you… You could have gotten bitten yourself!” “Yeah, well, I clearly care more about your survival than I would have realised, and my former self would have liked.” 

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[crowleysgirl56]

The vast majority of people who work on a show are paid upfront for their labour

They don't get paid dependent on how successful a show is

They also don't do work that doesn't get paid- if they are working on a show that gets cancelled, they get paid for the work they did

All this 'stream GO for the hard workers behind the scenes' is bullshit

They work for companies are will be put on different projects

Just be honest that you want more GO (despite the message that it sends to studios- that audiences are ok with abusers! Just turn a blind eye to them! Yes that gives them more power but who cares because people will watch and make them money!)

Don't pretend your doing this for moral reasons

(And acting like you're doing this for Terry- for all we know he might want his work with an abuser completely destroyed- it's stupid to assume he'd want the series to be continued)

Like say this shit with your chest, you know?

Oh boy, ok. Gonna take a minute to answer this.

Firstly, I and a lot of the fandom, are heartbroken over what NG has done. Because we were duped into thinking he was a decent person. From the things that he wrote to the things that he said we thought that he was good person. And it is horrible that there are people out there suffering because yet another rich powerful white man decided he had the right to take advantage of them.

You seem rather angry and if that anger stems because you have experienced something similar yourself then I hope you have love and support around you so that you can heel.

If you want to talk about money, let me remind you that NG has already been paid for season 3. He will continue to get royalties, and thanks to the writers strike last year, he will now get more money for those royalties than before. If S3 doesn’t go ahead then hundreds of people will lose their jobs. Will they get other jobs? Sure, maybe. But any loss of job in this current economic climate is terrible and stressful (and I’m not talking about DT or MS here. They’ll get more work).

I don’t know if you understand how hyper fixation in neurodiversity works, but this is extremely painful for some people and takes a lot of time and energy and therapy to get over when a hyper fixation is threatened or taken away. Some people, like myself, need closure for things otherwise we can find it extremely difficult to move on emotionally. This obviously does not compare to someone trying to survive after SA, but emotional diversity can be extremely debilitating as well. They are apples and oranges to compare, but you can’t invalidate one person’s pain because you think another person’s pain is worth more.

As for the show itself, there is so little queer representation in media. There is a lot more nowadays compared to a decade ago, or even 5 years ago, but the little representation we have is so extremely important. Do you know how many people have found a truth to themselves thanks to GO? How many people discovered something about themselves that finally gives them answer to how they feel? How at the age of 40 I finally realised that I’m asexual and NOT BROKEN. That’s fucking important.

And this. ALL of this is why everyone, including me, are so fucking angry with NG. Because he has left us emotionally devastated. He has not just physically hurt these women. He has emotionally hurt hundreds of thousands of people. He is a stain.

I have spoken before when this all first happened about how I was angry that my one teeny tiny corner of the internet that made me happy was on fire. I left for a bit. I came back. I want to continue to interact with like minded people who love this fandom. I won’t stop that.

And frankly, and here’s the last I’ll say on this, the world is on fire. It is filled with a lot of fucking awful shit right now. I have suffered a very deep depression of late where some nights after I put the kids to bed I just stare and cry. You don’t know that about me because I don’t say those kinds of things on the internet, because our internet personas are facades. They’re not real. They’re not true life. I’m a real person and I’m aching inside about so many things. And these kinds of messages are just breaking me further. Seriously, when you send stuff like this do you even consider that?! So when I decide to hold onto one of the last bastions of entertainment that brings me joy, I’m not going to be guilted into dropping it because someone involved happens to be a monster. Because let me tell you if we did that every time someone turned out to be horrible, then we would never watch or enjoy anything ever again. EVERYTHING you watch or listen to or enjoy or like or cared about is connected to someone who is horrible or produced by a gigantic evil corporation (Nestle, Disney, Microsoft, Facebook, Google just to name a few). Every. Single. Thing. It’s the clothing you wear, the electronics you buy, the food you eat, the furniture in your house, and ALL the entertainment you consume. So if you gave up everything for some moral stance, then you would literally have nothing left.

Dropping Good Omens does nothing. It sends no message to anyone because the next really fucking awful person is about to produce the next big thing you might happen to love and care about. So what’s the point?

Let me have Good Omens. You don’t like that, then you can block me. That’s what the button is there for. You don’t need to send anonymous hateful messages. And if you want me to “say this shit with my chest” maybe you can send me an ask with the Anonymous off. So I can see your chest too.

I’m turning off anonymous asks now. Considering the only asks I’ve ever received is abusive shit telling me to kill myself or saying David Tennant is a paedophile or just telling me I’m a horrible person for supporting NG (when I’ve already stated before that I don’t anymore).

Sorry for those who’ve managed to get to the end here. Thanks for reading if you have, sorry it was so long. I hope you aren’t receiving the same type of messages. If Anonymous has read this far, I don’t know, maybe think twice before being horrible to random people on the internet?

[lace-coffin]

Hi im that person that asked for the stufed toy thing and oh my god i loved it so much i loved everything and onece your requests are open sorry im asking while they are shut i had this sudden idea for a request sorry😭😭 ive also kinda got 2 ideas soooo sorry😅

But like a reader that is obsessed with drawing and loved to draw cute and sweet drawings to give to asa to do with their hyper fixation or every time they are with him they start ranting to him about it or them i dont know but he would be so educated on their hyper fixation unless its bugs then he would already know everything haha

Or idea 2

The reader likes to lick things randomly for no particular reason they just like to do it or they love physical touch and cant get enough of it always cuddling with asa at night as close as they can and just imagine them cuddling and they just lick him then he just gets confused that would be so funny to imagine😭😭

Or the reader for the same type of thing as the plushie one but instead music to calm them down and they would have like a tiny crying fit for their headphones bc i have had alot of meltdowns over not having my headphones its crazy i love your writing so much hope u have a good day❤️

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

Requests are open!

Hi I hope you like this! I totally crammed my last two fixations into this < 3

Call Asa old but he wasn’t exactly up to date on video games. He defiantly was now at least, not that he had much choice. You were always flipping between interests, intensely talking and interacting with one topic for weeks or months at a time and then switching to another that catches your interest. It’s been Sonic The Hedgehog for atleast 3 weeks now.

He didn’t exactly picture his desk to be filled with pictures of anthropomorphic hedgehogs but here he is, he kinda signed up for this when he stuffed you into the trunk, knowingly or not. As long as you’re happy then he’s happy, even if he thinks you’re spending a little too much time on that GameCube you begged him to bring to hotel..

A few weeks pass and it’s now the Saw franchise. Victims being “tested” in disgusting gory traps by a man that fancies himself to be god? This is more up to his speed..pun unintended.

A series of excited knocks sound from the door of your masters workroom. Stretching his taught shoulders and neck he takes inventory of his aching muscles, he supposes he can take a break to spend some time with his puppy. Slumping back in the chair and swinging it to face to door Asa calls you in. “Enter”

Keeping your eyes pinned to the floor until given further permission you enter the room, shuffling over to drop to your knees in front of your owner, waiting for the order. The currently unmasked man drinks in your appearance, oversized jumper falling to sit on your neatly pressed together thighs and the collar he places on you every morning slightly twisted, the tag not where it should be.

“Eyes up pet” he says firmly, snapping his fingers to emphasise the point. Jumping a little at the suddenness you snap your eyes up to meet a fond look on master’s face, you relax a little, letting out a sigh.

Shuffling to prop his chin up with his fist in interest, Asa continues.

“What can I do for you pet?”

Visibly perking up and practically vibrating on the wooden floor you push the paper into Asa’s face, defiantly too close, there’s no way he can actually see it like that. Realising this you settle to put it in his lap and stare back at him hopefully.

“I drew more pictures! I wanted you to see..” you reply a little shy, suddenly realising how loud and excitable you had been, insecurity creeping in. Asa recognises you shrinking in on yourself and tuts. “Can I see, cricket?” He adds softly, prompting you to show him what you’ve been working on, he never wants you to feel ashamed about you’re passions even if you’ve been taught in the past to ‘tone it down’

Asa wants all of you, he accepted that from the moment he hoisted you into the box, to the moments when he firmly settles the collar around your throat every morning.

Soft smile settling onto your face you hand over the paper, not ignoring the way your knuckles brush against your masters during the exchange.

You wait with baited breath as he looks the paper over, you know he would never say anything demeaning about your art but you can’t help feel a little anxiety when letting someone in on something special to you. Todays drawing is a rough sketch of your for a saw trap, it’s grisly and frankly disgusting, you don’t envy anyone that would end up strapped down and desperate on the other end of it. Obviously you have no need for a contraption like that, but it’s only an (admittedly) sick fantasy.

After flicking through the diagrams and reading the notes as best he can (it’s not your fault he can’t read you’re handwriting well 🙄) a strange look crosses his face..it’s almost like you can see the cogs working in his brain. this could either be fantastic or a disaster, Asa isn’t one to do things half assed, it’s always all or nothing.

“Can I use this?” The silence is suddenly broken, his sclera eyes raising to meet your own, not any less eerie than when hidden behind his mask.

A strange feeling begins to pool in your stomach, should you feel exited? Proud that he wants to use your plans? Or disgusted? Sick to your stomach that the plans you never envisioned actually coming to fruition will be used to torture some poor individual? Unsure how to feel or respond you stare back at him, lips slightly parted as if trying to muster something up.

“These are wonderful cricket, they may need a little tinkering to make them functional but regardless this design is…fascinating.” A sickly sweet smile sits on your masters lips as he hands the paper back to you, ruffling your hair and placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Stunned and with a pit in your stomach you nod dumbly, leaning into the affection and practically purring. The idea that you’ve just essentially sentenced someone to their painful and unethical demise is soul crushing…but also a little thrilling? Has your owner really rubbed off on you this much? It’s not like you don’t know what he does day in and day out but it’s never been this..personal.

Asa slaps his knees (like the old man he is) and rolls back over to the desk, pushing away his current projects and random hardware to make room for your (his) new trap.

“Can you bring me the paper please, doll?. I would like to get started as soon as possible.”

Shaking off the ever building dread you pull yourself up, a little unsteady due to the burning in your thighs from sitting in one position so long. Placing the paper on his desk you stare back at him, waiting for further instruction. you’re not sure when he ended up ingraining that response into your mind but at this point it’s not worth questioning, it’s not hard to see that the pair of you are living in your own little world outside of normal society by now.

“You’re welcome to either sit by me as I work and give input considering it’s you’re design or you may sit on your bed and wait for me to finish”

You glance over at the cushy pet bed across the room from Asa’s desk…a lay down does sound ideal right now, maybe a nap will help clear your head? Or swallow the guilt.

“I’m gonna lay down sir, maybe nap a little, promise I won’t snore and distract you” you tease, giggling and feeling a little better in yourself.

Asa huffs out a chuckle at your joke. “I’ll be sure you don’t little bug.” He says, smiling gently at you. You turn to leave before being stopped in your tracks.

“One more thing, pet”

Cool gloved hands slide around your neck making you shiver at the contact, the small misplaced silver tag is slid back into its original place, proudly stating your name and owner on the front like a brand.

“There we go, much better”

Blushing a little you thank your owner and wonder off to the dog bed, curling up and lazily watching him work from afar.

[bamboozledcorvid]

All mbav characters are gay and neurodivergent.

Here’s my headcanons for each of them (will happily go into more detail on any one of them if asked)

Benny -

- ADHD. Diagnosed at 8, it was really obvious to like everyone around him.

- stims by singing/humming/being loud.

- bisexual or at least a little bit-curious.

- definitely had a small crush on Ethan at some point, (possibly didn’t realise and thought that was just how best friends felt).

Rory -

- ADHD, Autism. Diagnosed around 10-12 when his parents thought he was acting a bit odd for a boy of his age.

- really likes teddies and toys, they have feeling and names.

- Pansexual but doesn’t know it. “I just like people?” Kinda guy.

- also not a guy cause “I’m just Rory?” Kinda guy too.

Erica -

- Autism. Late diagnosis, 15ish.

- she was really quiet and well behaved so no one thought she was autistic.

- special interests are vampires and dusk.

- bisexual, (in denial about liking woman tho).

Sara -

- very social, possibly the only neurotypical person there?

- but also no, cause OCD. Diagnosed not long before being turned.

- has awful intrusive thoughts about killing her friends, exercises and eats junk as a distraction/compulsion.

- straight passing bisexual (preference for guys) who is also asexual.

Ethan -

- the most autistic man alive. Super late diagnosis (like diagnosed during the show) cause somehow no one noticed?

- unlabelled because he doesn’t really know what he likes he just thinks everyone is cool and Sara is super cool (so is Benny).

- his friends pointed out that being semi-verbal, stimming, hyper fixations and panic attacks were symptoms of autism (he thought he was just a bit odd).

- bad with sarcasm but also the most sarcastic man alive? He’s a walking contradiction.

[nutoka]

When rewatching Thanks for the Memory, I’ve realised that Rimmer was never mad at Lister for being with Lise Yates. But just mad at Lise Yates only for supposedly cheating on him.

It is such a small detail and I’m probably reading too much into it. But the hyper fixation in my brain wants to be over-curious. But I dunno, it’s just a thought that just needs to be shared.

Cus Rimmer is not mad at Lister for being with Lise. He’s mad at Lise supposedly ‘cheating’ on him. Maybe his self-esteem dropped dramatically when he found out the letters as he cannot believe anyone would be with him wholeheartedly. Like in Infinity Welcome Drivers, he conjures up Juanita Chicata cheating on him also.

I don’t think Rimmer believes he can be fully loved and he thinks of them being silly if they do like Nirvana Crane in Holoship. Plus the closest thing shown in the shows of an actual genuine love is with Yvonne McGruder in the Last Human which ended in a misunderstanding (which I’m still angry about). Also with Lister, but that’s a rabbit hole I’m not going down in today.

All in all, Rimmer doesn’t blame Lister for being with Lise Yates maybe cus he believes Lister is the innocent party also. Or it could be said that Rimmer doesn’t trust women cus of his mother issues and that’s a whole different issue to look at.

[wrestletotheground]

Uhmm I'm in need of a ross smutty workout blurb cuz oh man I'm down bad and I need him to destroy my p**** respectfully

hi responding to this ask after way too long here's a video and long ass blurb (1.6k words) as compensation 😇

18+ minors dni!!!

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'urghh- fuck'

ross' groans and grunts of exertion from working out echo through the apartment and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't making you insanely turned on. you do all you can to resist interrupting him, pressing your thighs together as you shift around on the couch for some type of relief. it doesn't help, his huffs and groans are getting louder the longer he's at it.

picturing your boyfriend, sweaty and breathless in his skin tight workout gear is what makes you finally give in. you get up and make your way over to the spare room where he has his little at home gym setup.

you peep your head around the door to see ross lying down doing bench presses with a bar that must weigh more than you, arms straining with every lift. you can see the little tufts of hair in his armpits when he lifts it up, moving slightly with every flex of his shoulders. his legs are on full display facing out towards you, and the nylon material ending barely halfway down his thighs isn't doing much to hide his bulge. the sight of him nearly makes you cum on the spot, and a moan involuntarily leaves your throat. you freeze in place, but of course he heard you, there's no going back now. he places the bar back in the holder above his head and cranes his neck up to look at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

he sits up as you walk over to him cautiously, hyper aware of the sticky mess already forming between your legs. 'hi baby, need something?' you climb into his lap without hesitation, your brain already short circuiting at the way the bulge in his shorts pushes against your core. his arms, back and forehead are damp with sweat, which somehow makes you even hornier. 'no... m-maybe... just like hearing you is all,' you murmur, a flush rising in your cheeks.

his face breaks into a knowing grin as his hands run up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 'hm, why's that angel?' he asks, bringing a hand up to push your hair behind your ear. it's at that moment you realise he's wearing his gold chain. that and the tank top is a dangerous combination. 'ross...' you whine, turning and looking away flusteredly, before he grabs your jaw and turns you to look at him. he tilts his head back, drinking in the lust written across your face. 'use your words baby, what do you want?'

'you.' it barely comes out as a whisper but your hands make up for the lack of words by threading through the hairs at the back of his neck, pulled tightly into a ponytail, and tugging just under the bobbin. he groans and rests his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. you can feel him hardening quickly under you, getting more turned on by the second. working out always made him like this. all the extra testosterone pumping through him meant he usually needed something to take it out on, be it you or his fist with a picture of you in front of him when you weren't around.

'how long had you been listening to me angel?' he whispers, tracing his fingertips down your back gently. 'too long, im- mmh- need you, daddy, m'so wet,' you whine, grinding on him harder and ignoring the humiliation creeping through your mind at how pathetic you sound. 'god, someone's needy today,' he smirks, although his eyes are already dilated gazing at you.

he's entranced, fixated on how easily you submit to your own desires.

he picks up the bar behind him and lets it fall to the floor with a thud, making space to lie back fully with you on top of him.

'watch, you'll break the floorboards,' you say, leaning down with a smirk in your eyes as if you're not worried about the weight falling so hard. you grind into him slightly as you press a hand onto his chest, making him burn with desire for you. 'oh I'll show you breaking the fucking floorboard-,' he barely finishes his sentence, pulling you into him harshly and attacking your lips with his. you gasp at the sudden contact and the intensity of the kiss, melting into him instantly. breathlessness takes over the two of you, rutting against each other desperately as your hair falls down around his face.

his cock is thick and hard between your legs, straining against his sweaty gym shorts. the feeling of it makes you clench uselessly as you fumble around with your hands to pull them down. he lifts his hips off the bench to help you pull them down, taking his boxers with them. you look down and your head goes fuzzy when you see his erection, red and throbbing already. he inhales sharply as you instinctively take it in your hand, slinking down his legs to bow your head down. he stops you just before your tongue touches off him.

'darling, not n-now, mmh, need to fuck you, okay?' he manages to say between heavy breaths. you nod your head yes, smiling coyly at the fact he's so needy and worked up already. he doesn't even notice how his hips involuntarily rise to meet your lips in contradiction to his words.

'lie down,' he says, slipping out from under you as you lay down obligingly. goosebumps prickle your body in anticipation. he gets up to stand towering over you at the foot of the bench and drags you down by the waist until you're right where he wants you.

you spread your legs instinctively and his eyes are instantly drawn to the pool of wetness seeping through your shorts. 'fucking hell, must have been torture sitting out there for so long, needy little whore,' he says with a smug grin. you can't help the way your eyes flicker between his face and his cock, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him inside you.

he pushes the skimpy bottoms to the side and trails a finger up your soaked cunt, making your eyes flutter shut and a desperate whimper escapes your throat. he can't help touching himself at the sight before him, biting his lip to stifle a groan as he works his fist up and down in anticipation, beads of precum rolling down his shaft. 'perfect', he mumbles under his breath. your cheeks flush.

he doesn't waste another second before hooking his fingers under the waistbands and all but ripping your pants off, throwing them aside carelessly.

you lie still, fawning up and waiting for him to make the next move. he returns his hand, this time slipping in two fingers with barely any resistance. he twists and curls and spreads his fingers as if you're a toy, trying to find the position that makes you drool.

and he does. he manages to find a spot inside you that has you seeing stars instantly, arching your back and letting out an obscene sound as he keeps hitting it perfectly. the sight of you is too much for him and before you can even think, the digits are replaced by his cock nudging at your entrance.

as soon as he pushes his tip into you, you know you're not going to last long. soft moans fall from your lips with every thrust. his arms tremble with fatigue over you, but he doesn't falter. if anything it spurs him on to fuck you faster.

the smell of musk and sweat and Him clouds your senses. it makes you impossibly more turned on, throwing your head back as he whines into your neck.

'ughhh- fuck, always so tight and wet for me, good girl'. 'your good girl,' you agree. his hands are on your shoulders, pinning you exactly where he wants you. he brings his hand down to your lower stomach, using his thumb to swipe back and forth over your clit. you can't help the pathetic whimpers that fill the room, it feels too good to care.

it's messy and hot and it feels like you're both on a high, chasing the end of each other. your hands wander all over him with the indecisive need to simply be as close to him as you can be. his eyes are inches from yours, an intense, almost primal stare burning through you.

'fuck, darling, I'm so close, you want me to fill you up? want this pretty little cunt dripping with me hm?' you nod your head, jaw slack, barely able to speak as pleasure courses through your veins, his words only making you whine further.

his thrusts get sloppy and fast as your insides are set aflame, and suddenly you're plummeting, gripping onto his back, leaving nail marks on the back of his neck and crying out. he's not far behind you. one final thrust and his eyes flutter closed, lips pursed shut as a heavy groan rips from his chest. he attacks your lips once more as he moves slowly and precisely, spilling every last drop into you.

he pulls away and his greedy eyes scan your body, taking in how fucked out you look; lips red and bitten raw, chest heaving with every breath under a glossy sheen of sweat. 'fuck, i think I've done enough working out for the both of us,' he laughs.

you eventually manage to move to the bed and lie down into each other for a while, between giggles and kisses, basking in the mutual infatuation between you.

~

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Just tell them (USWNT x Reader)

This isn't that great, but I have covid again and this is keeping me entertained. Enjoy :)

Words: 1.6K

Swing, swing, swing

It was hypnotising. The swinging and bouncing of the ponytails as the girls ran around the field. There had been many things in the past that I had hyper-fixated on. This just happened to be the weirdest one yet. I don't know what is was. It was attractive, but more likely it was the repetitive motion of it. All I knew was it was embarrassing. Not just this particular hyper-fixation, I found all of them embarrassing. I found my inability to focus, my inability to sit still and my hyperactivity embarrassing. No one on the team knew about my ADHD and I planned on keeping it that way. 

They didn't need the burden of knowing. The burden of knowing how difficult it was for me to stop myself from bouncing off the walls, to concentrate on what's going on and to actually remember stuff. They could keep thinking I was highly organised by putting every little thing in my calendar or someone who was just quiet. I put on a show as the quiet one who preferred listening to music and going to the gym constantly. When in reality is was all I could do to control the hyper-activeness and not annoy them.

"She's too old for you," Kelley stated as she sat down next to me.

I jumped, forcing my gaze away from Alex's ponytail and to her, "What?"

"You've been staring at Alex for the past 20 minutes. She's 33, you're 24. That's too old for you and she has a husband and kid."

"I wasn't staring at her, I just zoned out."

"Sure, you've been doing that a lot recently. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just tired." It was true. After moving in with my girlfriend, I wasn't used to sleeping alone, therefore I hadn't been sleeping well this camp. All my ADHD symptoms got worse when I was tired, especially the inability to focus and zoning out. Kelley looked less then convinced, but let it go when we were all called back to the field.

Later that night I was cuddled up in bed completely exhausted. Tierna was out with some of the girls and wouldn't be back until later so I took the opportunity to facetime my girlfriend, Ally. A smile appeared instantly when I saw her sitting on our bed, in her pajamas, hair in a messy bun with paper and books surrounding her. 

Hi love, you look busy.

Hey baby. Just some work I need to finish. Are you okay? You look tired.

No one ever warns you how hard it is to sleep alone after you move in with someone. You should be at your desk, you're going to hurt your back.

Tell me about it. That shit should come with a warning label or something. I was at my desk, but it got uncomfortable. 

I couldn't help, but laugh at her attempt to cheer me up, I love you, did you manage to get time off to come to the game this weekend?

She frowned, shifting slightly and I knew the answer without her saying anything. It was disappointing, but not unexpected. I'm sorry. I really tried baby.

It's okay my love, I understand. It was a long shot to begin with. You'll be watching right?

Always. You should get some sleep Y/n. I'll stay on the phone talking my nonsense until you fall asleep, just like at home. I love you.

I love you too

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So I may have forgotten to take my meds this morning. By time I realised, it was to late and we were already on our way to the stadium. Game days were the best and worst days to forget. When I was on the field, everything washed away, I was able to focus completely on the game. The problem was before the game when nerves were at an all time high. It was hard to control the nerves when I took my meds, but almost impossible without them. I had my music all the way up, leg bouncing like crazy, trying to suppress some of the desire to scream.

Once we got off the bus things only got worse. My mind was a mess, my energy was bubbling over. I jumped up and down, shaking my arms in attempt to release some of the energy.

Christen pat my shoulder, "You'll do great, don't worry."

"Thanks, I'm going to go for a little walk, calm my nerves a little bit."

"Don't be late back."

After walking around a bit, I pulled out my phone to call the one person I knew could calm me down. Except she didn't answer. I slapped my hands against the wall a few times, stopping when I heard my phone ding.

Ally: Sorry baby, can't answer right now. I love you, you'll kick ass.

I sighed, firing off a quick reply before heading to the field, thinking maybe a warm up will calm my brain. It worked until the few minutes before the game started. I was checking my phone for a good luck text from Ally while pacing and jumping around. 

Ally: You didn't take your meds did you? Just breathe, focus on the game, you've got this

Y/n: How did you know?

Ally: Look behind you

I turned around to find Ally standing in the stands just behind the bench. Just seeing her, calmed my brain slightly. She blew me a kiss, making me smile widely. I couldn't believe she was actually here. A couple of the girls blocked my view. Turning to try and find who I was looking at. I had only been part of the team for a couple of months so they didn't know about Ally yet. There was a lot of things I hadn't told them. I had been too busy trying to be someone else so I wasn't a burden.

"Who's got you smiling like a fool?"

"Thank you love."

"Someone. You may get to meet them later, but for now, let's kick some ass."

---

After the win, we were having celebrations in the locker room. I quietly slipped out to find Ally. It didn't take long, she was standing by the door to the stadium. My arms quickly wrapped around her waist, relaxing into her. My mind going quiet for the first time all camp. Ally kissed my head, holding me tighter, "I'm so proud of you Y/n/n. You did amazing."

"Do I get to meet your team?"

"You want to?"

"Of course I do, if you want me to that is."

I pulled away, opening the door, "Come on. Just a warning, they can be a little crazy at times especially after a win."

Ally shrugged, following after me, "I live with you, I think I can handle it."

"Oh no baby, they are at least 10x worse then me."

All the attention turned to the door as we walked in, "This is my girlfriend Ally, and guess what Kelley? She's older than me."

Kelley faked shock, hand resting over her heart, "You're dating an older woman? Scandalous."

Ally pouted, "I'm only 2 years older."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, placing a kiss on her temple, "Still older babe."

"So how long have you two been together?"

"Let's see if you can remember this one babe," Ally smirked putting emphasis on babe.

I smirked back, "1,460.97 Days or 208.71 Weeks or 4 years. Give or take a week."

"How did you remember that?"

"I remembered from our anniversary last week. It took a long time to memorise them for that, but then it stuck."

She nuzzled her nose against the spot just below my ear before whispering, "I love you."

"Only every now and then."

"I love you too."

As celebrations continued, Ally pulled me away slightly, speaking quietly, "How often have you forgotten to take your meds?"

Alyssa looked at me, concern written all over her face, "What meds?"

"Just vitamins."

The girls moved to stand closer, Ashlyn being the one to speak up, "Bullshit, she wouldn't be looking so serious if it was vitamins."

I knew they could be protective, but this wasn't the reaction I was expecting, "It's nothing."

Ally rest her hand on my back, giving me an apologetic look, but spoke up anyway, "Babe, you should just tell them."

"I don't want to burden them with my problems."

My face was cupped and forced to look at Ally. She looked sad, I hated it, "Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, you are not a burden. Having ADHD does not make you a burden. Do you understand that? Or do I have to tell you again and again until you do? You. Are. Not. A. Burden."

Before I could respond, Alex spoke up, "You have ADHD?"

Ally looked apologetic again. I wasn't mad at her for it coming out. She was just looking out for me and it was sort of a relief not to have to hide it anymore, "Uh yeah."

"That doesn't make you a burden, why would it?" Ali asked, expression sincere.

"It did to my parents. I was too much, too hyperactive, not focused enough."

"All it means is now you have us making sure you take your meds. Maybe you can stop being so quiet and withdrawn? We've noticed you want to join in or say more, but you always hesitate. Something tells me that's not who you are."

"Trust me, it's not. She's goofy, talkative, funny, Don't let that go to your head, you're only funny sometimes."

"Rude."

"You love me."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

Ally's lips ghosted over mine, slight smirk appearing, "Oh, playing hard to get now?"

My lips just barely brushed hers, a shaky breath fanning over mine, "Isn't that why you fell in love with me?"

"One of many yes, bu-"

Kelley groaned, "You guys are cute and all, but this is just getting gross."

"Sorry."

Ally lent up to whisper in my ear again, "I got a hotel room for us."

I smiled, excitement rising at having her to myself, "T, I won't be back to the room tonight."

[cybersteal]

OC SMASH OR PASS

tagged by @harellan 🥰

tagging @katsigian @elvenbeard @wraithsoutlaws @my-alternatevy @kharonion @theloverstemperance (no worries if you don't want to or have already done it ❤️)

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

BASICS

Full Name: Viceroy De’Angelo Torres

Nickname: V, to anyone not a family member

Age: 27 in 2077

Height: 6’/182 cm

Eyes: Colour matched his Kiroshis to his natural dark green

Gender: Cisgender man

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Pansexual

PROS

Is tall and strong; you need something heavy from the top shelf, he’s got you covered, (but he’ll tease you the whole time).

Fosters a sense of community where-ever he goes! He has pals and acquaintances all over, even in some really hostile areas. Because of this, he’s very resourceful, and always knows a guy who knows a guy.

Have something you’re incredibly passionate about? Congrats! He’s passionate about it now too, and will listen to you talk about your interests for hours.

Is surprisingly patient with people in difficult situations (who didn't seemingly get themselves into said situation), and doesn’t take most things personally. Thick-skinned softie.

Enjoys every genre of music, and I do mean, every genre. Put on your fave tunes without fear of judgement, he’ll always jam out with you!

Isn’t afraid of looking silly if it makes you laugh! He’s secure enough in himself that he’s always comfortable in his own skin, and there’s very little he’s not willing to do to cheer you up.

Is very intense in bed, and tends to get wholly lost in the experience. When he wants you, he wants you bad.

CONS

Is an addict, straight up. Alcohol is the big one, but he also smokes, and uses hard drugs (bar synthcoke after a bad batch almost killed him) and while he’s self-aware enough to know he’s an addict, he isn’t interested in getting clean any time soon.

Has an explosive temper, and a very provocative sense of humour. He has to be reminded to censor himself in situations where it isn’t appropriate, and his anger is very hard to rein in.

Has a very fucked up sleep schedule; in fact, he doesn’t have much of a routine at all. There’s no rhyme or reason to his availability, as he’ll go off to do a gig at 3AM just as easily as 3PM, simply because he wants to, and will just sleep whenever he’s tired for maybe 5-6 hours.

It’s On Sight™ with some folk, and nothing you say will deter him. He’ll go looking for fights when he’s aggravated instead of trying any other, healthier coping mechanism.

Is a natural flirt, and sometimes doesn’t realise just how far he goes with it.

Left to his own devices, he will do some gonk shit if he gets bored. Tends to run toward danger, instead of away from it. Thanks to his heavy-duty protective cybernetics, he sometimes thinks he’s invincible. He’s a reckless driver, and has never really fostered any sense of self-preservation to speak of regarding speed, heights, or running his mouth.

Will hyper-fixate on something to the degree that he won’t answer calls or texts for hours. Doesn’t really feel any urgency to work on that either.

EXTRAS

Has serious FOMO and can’t really keep his nose out of things once he gets wind of them. He’s got a knack for getting himself involved in everything.

Is almost always playing music, or is humming or singing something under his breath. Can’t fucking stand silence.

Enjoys trashy tv – he watches shows like Watson Whore and Little Big Corporats religiously.

Eats a lot of junk food and if given the choice will always pick the nastiest, greasiest item on the menu.

His sense of fashion can be a bit much sometimes, and while he usually manages to pull his wacky outfits off, he understands not everyone else will vibe with it. Just don’t cramp his style.

Owns a frankly ridiculous amount of sunglasses. Yes, you can borrow them.

His love languages are words of affirmation, and physical touch.

propaganda time;

[lovelyelbowleech]

Hi, currently in love with your work. I’m on my 4th re-read since I discovered All’s Fair several months ago, and I have you to thank for prolonging my current Atla Hyper-fixation. Back in the building.

I wanted to ask when you started this story, how much did you develop characters like Shen or Kazuma? Were they mainstays since the beginning or did you end up coming up with them and their roles as the story progressed?

In chapter 12 of War Crimes, Shen mentions both his brother and his mother eluding to what happened to them so clearly he had something going for him since he first showed up, and it got me started on this train of thought, wondering just how ingrained in the story you figured they’d be? Cause I don’t see a ton of OCs in fics that affect the story this much, nor are such well rounded characters of their own I forget they aren’t in the actual show.

What made you decide to bring their roles in the story to the forefront?

Also, if you’re still doing the WIP and game;

“Stop” or “Dread” ?

Thanks and keep up the good work! heaps of praise upon thee!

Hello! So sorry its taken an age to respond, being sick knocked it out of me.

4 rereads is a lot! Glad you have enjoyed so much!

In regards to your questions about the OCs – it varies from character to character.

During War Crimes, I started planning War Games and I was torn between using Hakoda as the main adult view point character or making someone new. I felt like Hakoda was going to need to be focused on Sokka and their relationship, so I created Shen. I planned a basic backstory for him (his brother, the fact he was essentially a grown-up child soldier) and then sort of just waited to see how it turned out while writing. I didn't really have an end game for him, although I knew the important beats when it came to his interactions with the kids. It was actually the way I wanted to introduce Suki that was the main influence for the direction his story went and I think the catalyst for him becoming so entwined in the story.

Which leads me to Kazuma.... he did not exist until he was on the page 😅 I needed someone to take Shen to be imprisoned with Suki. So I made Kazuma... I like to give even the small characters a little bit of backstory – even if it never makes it into the fic, it makes them feel more nuanced in my head. So I gave him a bit of personality and a (tragic) back story and then decided I quite liked him. I thought his perspective would be interesting – being in a similar position to Shen but on the Fire Nation side. So I just rolled with it, and then somewhere around his first POV I realised he was exactly what I needed for Azula's story. So he was very much a fly by the seat of the pants character! Although when I got him figured out and how he would be involved with the story things became far more planned and now he is all tied up with plot.

Hua was plotted from the end of War Crimes, but Tu was more flexible. I knew how I was going to use him just not the details. Jianjun has also grown as I have written him. I always knew what I wanted him to do, just not quite how 😂, so he has grown as a character as I write.

It was never my intention to get any of them so wrapped up in the plot, it just sort of happened that way, so I’m rolling with it 😅

Thank you for the ask! And the interest in the OC’s ❤️❤️

I will come back to the ask game when I have written a little more of the new chapter 😂

[sharkinthetoilet]

Hi can I have The main trio + butters and creek with an alt autistic boyfriend that also has a habit of losing track of time when playing video games

Alt + Autistic reader

Gender: masculine

Warnings: brief talk about meltdowns, slight ableism

Notes: mostly writing this from my experience of autism, remember how it's different for everyone!!

���-stan:

• Definitely needs an Explanation what autism is • He tries really hard to do everything for you • Tries to avoid any sensory issues, speaks for you in case of non-verbality, gets you stuff from your hyper fixation/ special interest(s), etc • Protects you for dear god • Any abliest gets a fist across their face, by the star quarterback • If you're anything like me, you get overly panicked when you aren't in your time plan • So stan specifically tries to keep reminding you of the time when playing, so you keep the time in mind • Listens to you rambling • Always forgets what certain words mean • "Are you uhh uhm.. what was the word?" • Won't treat you much differently, only like the needed things he changes • really likes your style • Helps you find new clothing, but is super unaware 💀 • Will grab kids clothing or something, but usually not something you would wear

☆-kyle:

• Does a lot of research about autism • Also 'interviews' you to find out, what he needs to know • Like if it's okay to hug, what to do when you have meltdowns, etc • Tries to show interest in your hyperfixation but ends up irritating you, because he acts like he knows more • Still shows interest but with less enthusiasm (enough to seem genuine (which he is) though) • Sets strick times for playing, he heavily relays on time plans • Overprotective. • He may infantilize you without noticing • If it bothers you, he'll try super hard to stop though • He's pretty sarcastic • Then he realises you may not understand that it was sarcasm • "I looove hanging out with cartman" ... "that was sarcasm-" • He tries okay 😭 • Doesn't have a big opinion to your style • (He finds it super attractive) • Buys stuff when he thinks it fits your style, he normally gets really good stuff

☆-kenny:

• Kenny doesn't really care • Not in a mean way, just he won't change anything • Except for like the small stuff you tell him you don't like (like physical touch, if you don't like it) • He cracks a few jokes about it but it's never really an important topic for him • He's a really good listener, you can ramble to him for hours • Is kinda oblivious when it comes to the more negative things • If you have a meltdown, you'd need to explain to kenny what that even is, before it happens • If he doesn't know, he'll just give you space • Doesn't care about losing track of time in games, he does it too • What he does care about is your style • He'll tell you everyday how hot you look • Goes shopping with you and helps choose what clothes to get • "6/10, i like how it looks, but it makes your legs look shorter, maybe go for a size smaller" • Real fashion guru

☆-butters:

• Has no idea what autism is • When he finds out, he'll do everything to make you feel comfortable • God bless his heart • Asks for permission to touch you, how you feel, if you aren't overwhelmed, always lets you choose what to eat, etc • Extremely considerate • As example, won't go to a party, if he knows that you don't like crowds (if you do yk) • Great at talking for you • That kind of "excuse me, he asked for no pickles" guy • He also think to much about your gaming habits • Except if you ask him to time it or something • Loves feeling like he can make stuff easier for you • Also loves your sense of fashion • Helps picking out clothes (while considering if you'd like the material) • Would buy similar clothes to match • God.Bless.His.Heart.

☆-creek:

• Neurodivergent couple goals • You'd guys' groupchat would be called something like: two autistis and the add guy • Craig and you would desperately try to find a shared hyperfixation and then battle each other with trivia • And tweek is just chilling • Craig knows how to handle you well, since he's also autistic • And tweek would also have his fair share of knowledge • Very supportive and considerate • Craig keeps track of time while playing (cuz he needs his goddamn time plan 🤝) but tweek loses track of time even faster than you • Both also like your style • But they aren't good at giving advice, in case of shopping or something • Kinda like stan yeah • You and craig have a ramble-tuesday where you tell each other stuff about your hyperfixations

[danykvyat]

So I finished Gintama and I've already started rewatching a couple of my personal favourite episodes (yeah I’m hyper-fixating) but how GOOD some of those earlier arcs were really emphasises how stagnant the ending was. The ending was ok, it wasn't awful, but it was....Meh. I’m late to the party so I’m sure it’s been said a million times before but having all the characters regress back to how they were at the beginning sucked. Nothing changed. For a series that always preached about life being worth living in spite of the change, pain and grief living brings, that sucked. It sucked. 

Shogun Assassination and Farewell Shinsengumi are the high points of the series because the events in the arcs are personal for ALL the characters. By Shogun Assassination our core characters have all come to know and care for Shige Shige so wanting to stop his assassination is a poignant goal for everyone. Farewell Shinsengumi deals with the fallout of failing to achieve that goal, culminating with the Shinsengumi willingly becoming rebels to save Kondo, again, one of THE core characters in the show. Both arcs feel high stakes because they are. They’re centred around established and pre-existing characters we've spent hundreds of episodes with. Our characters' actions feel meaningful. The battles we get feel meaningful. It all feels like it'll build to something even more meaningful because what happens in those arcs force our characters to grow and change.

And then we get Utsuro’s introduction and it all goes downhill from there. Sorachi wrote himself into a corner by making Shoyo Utsuro. The second he did that he had to commit to the ending being Gintoki, Katsura and Takasugi shaving Shoyo. Anything else would not be thematically fulfilling. And he didn't do that. 

It means Silver Soul is (un)intentionally reduced to a really straightforward good vs bad story for all the characters EXCEPT the Joui 3. The rest of the characters (mostly) have no personal ties to Shoyo. They’re stopping Utsuro et al predominantly because they're bad people out to destroy the Earth. That's it. It doesn't feel high stakes because Utsuro is never going to blow up the earth. That's just not going to happen. So it’s not interesting. You could replace almost all of the characters in Silver Soul with no-name background characters and nothing really changes. 

Which makes the ending we did get even more baffling to me because Sorachi clearly realises that or else he wouldn’t have pushed for the ending to go past what had been the agreed end date. And yet the narrative still essentially punishes Gin for his choice to behead Shoyo by having both Takasugi and Shoyo die in the end. Shoyo doesn't get to save his student. Katsura doesn't get to stop Gin from having to cut down someone dear to him again. Takasugi never gets to heal and move on from his trauma. There is zero catharsis. 

And then we flash forward with no reflection from any of the characters on what just happened and to make that worse we find out every character has failed to achieve their goals and everyone has regressed back to being the same character as they were at the beginning. Except we’re meant to be happy about that. It’s…..a choice.

Like I said, I’ve seen worse endings, and if I’m being generous it’s a nice safe ending for the Yorozuya. But I never felt like GinTama was a safe series. Utsuro being Shoyo caused a fundamental flaw with the story that Sorachi never really resolves so just wraps it up with a ‘See! It’s still a hijinks comedy series!’ which by the end, no it was a lot more than that.

Also Sorachi did the Shimuras so dirty. SO dirty.

[davidthephoneguy]

Ok Doctor Who ramble time after watching the two newest episodes which for reference I did still love and enjoy overall Also spoilers for parts of the episodes

Lets go, ok so I think the one thing i've been finding odd is the reuse of older quotes and shot compositions from older Russel T Davies episodes. Like in this one Ruby talks about how the world didn't end in 1963 which is worded almost exactly to what Martha says in The Shakespears code ('...am I missing something here? The world didn’t end in 1599. It just didn’t. Look at me, I’m living proof.') And the scene in Space Babies in which they stand infront of the large window feels eerily similar in shot composition and location to one of the first shots in Rose's second episode The End of the World, which also has the same scene of having her phone boosted and calling her mum.

Just things I've noticed that are either meant to be intentional call backs or just lazy reusing things that worked last time.

Also smaller gripe as The Beatles are one of my hyper fixation I am still so disappointment how little they are in the episode :( I don't think Ringo even gets a line in and George is just as easily dismissed, both writing some pretty good songs for the band (George writing the one song most people know of the group 'Here comes the sun') also John didn't wear those glasses at the time, like he was deeply insecure about needing glasses which could have also been a thing in the episode if they wanted to use the beatles in the story. It could be an endearing moment of showing their weakness and being able to start to bond to be friends to team up against the monster. They way they should have actually advertised the episode is 'The beatles appear twice and just exist I guess' Maybe the dance number at the end could have worked if the song was like tied to the musicians rather then repeating there's a twist at the end cause it would be cooler if it was a more hidden phrase. THEY COULD HAVE DONE THE SONG TWIST AND SHOUT MY GOD I JUST REALISED- THAT COULD GET ACROSS WHAT THEY WANTED THE SAME WAY AND FEEL MORE SUBTLE CAUSE ITS A SONG THAT ALREADY EXISTS AND JUSTIFIES ITSELF CAUSE THE BEATLES ARE THERE.) Ok i gotta stop typing now.

My apologies for length, doctor who and the beatles are both hyper fixations for me if it wasnt obvious already.

[hecatesbroom]

Weird writing questions for you! Numbers 7, 25, 32, 34 :)

Aa thank you!! I just answered about half of this ask when my answer was deleted (my own fault :') so here's attempt number 2 haha

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

I think it's having a way to express my love for the characters and settings I write about, as well as getting to express my love for language itself! So: getting to use a medium I love to convey my love for... the world and its people (and stories, and characters), I guess? :)

Getting to share my writing with people (and finding a community because of it!) is definitely a great, of not the biggest joy as well — but I personally feel like that's more a joy of the result of writing, rather than writing in and of itself? If that makes sense!

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

I genuinely can't think of a single one, because I feel like every single detail I come up with about a character ends up being relevant to a story in one way or another! For example, I have this one OC who always wears some sort of knitwear. It started out as a random character detail I really couldn't find a use for other than characterisation, but the knitwear (and its varying states, as well as whether it was handmade or store-bought) eventually came to symbolise the state of his fraying marriage!

So: none, because the minute I come up with a hyper-specific detail, my brain decides it's Very Important, Actually and immediately finds a way to weave it into the story or its symbolism 😂

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

Ohh I have a couple, but I think this quote (a bit more than a line, sorry!) from the locked tomb series really stuck with me. To the point where I put part of it in my bio!

"Bury me next to you in that unmarked grave, Joy. We knew that was the only hope we ever had–that we would live to see it through . . . and pray for our own cessation. Oh, we'll still hate each other, my dear, we have hated each other too long and too passionately to stop . . . but my bones will rest easy next to your bones."

I'm not sure what it is about this quote, but something about it (especially with the context of the story and this whole messed up relationship) makes me go a little bit insane over it whenever I read it haha. I think when I read this for the first time, I finally realised I was done for and proceeded to fully fixate on the locked tomb until my Tolkien obsession took over. So it marks the start of a pretty intense love for these books, I guess 😂 (I'll spare you the full analysis on this but ohh, there's so much to say about it even without the context of the series!! The imagery, the slight shift in tone towards the end!!)

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

Great, amazing, and show-stopping. So good I started using it in Dutch, even though it's technically incorrect here. It's amazing for clarity, and skipping it can provide some hilarious misinterpretations.

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

As an autistic person, I can't stop thinking about autistic!van x autistic!reader and helping each other with struggles and all that.

What do you think?

Hi there, also as an autistic person I absolutely adore the concept of autistic!Van x autistic!reader, so I'm gonna write these out as head-cannons, since I have many thoughts on it.

Also I am gonna elaborate more on some of these in the Van x Reader fic I have lined up, so yeah, look out for that if you're interested.

Quick disclaimer: I've only been diagnosed recently (but have pretty much known I am for the last year, I just needed stuff filled out etc, so I could finally have a proper diagnosis), so I'm pretty new at understanding my autistic traits, and if they are to do with my autism or are just me in general, so this is gonna be based off my own experiences and what I've seen about autistic traits.

Also I may have accidently integrated dating head-cannons or general Van head-cannons, since I couldn't really tell the difference, so enjoy those as well if there are any.

@zhivaxo @kyleeservopoulos

*****

🧡Autistic!Adult!Van Head-Cannons🧡

*****

Food:

Safe/Comfort Foods: PB and J's, Donuts, Cinnamon Rolls (any pastries really), Pretzels, Pop Tarts (doesn't really have a favourite flavour but absolutely hates the strawberry ones, although that could just be me deflecting), Chocolate Chip cookies, Twizzlers.

That sort of stuff.

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When you went through a baking/cooking hyper-fixation (or bake/cook in general), you made sure all the recipes catered to both of your food preference's.

This includes the time you made huge batches of different types cookies, (chocolate chip, which Van loved the most, was the main favourite) and you now make them for her when she gets sad to cheer her up.

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She also carries a pouch of sour gummy bears wherever she goes (as a grounding technic I guess), in case she gets anxious or overwhelmed when she's not at home (which I do and it works every time, in case people wanna do that and know how well that works).

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Media:

Watches video tapes of her favourite shows/movies from the 90's to help comfort her when she goes non-verbal and when she occasionally has meltdowns over different things (usually things that upset or stress her out).

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She loved horror movies pre-crash (she still does a bit, but prefers not to since she's already kind of lived through one), and would watch them religiously (Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Hellraiser, Evil Dead, The Shining, etc).

She also watched Scream 1 and 2 once everyone got rescued, to catch up in a way, but realised that horror movies didn't feel the same as before.

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Definitely listens to vinyl records and cassette tapes of bands/singers she listened to pre-crash (I imagine her listening to ABBA, The Clash, Queen, Blondie, The Cure, Nirvana maybe, that sort of music), and that helped her cope after everyone was rescued and help her in general when she's under or overwhelmed.

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I also think she'd be a bit of a secret Swiftie (only you and maybe a couple others knowing that she is), more of a Fearless, Speak Now and Folklore Swiftie compared to her other albums, but still doesn't mind them.

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Plays retro games she grew up with/genuinely finds interesting (Pac-Man, Super Mario, Tetris, Sonic the Hedgehog etc) to reset her mindset when she's overwhelmed (also maybe as a little bit of a regression).

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General Autistic Traits/Head-Cannons:

She hates the noises of fireworks and thunder/lightning (since they remind her of the crash and almost being turned into a human marshmallow, twice), so she has to wear noise-cancelling headphones during firework displays and storms, but loves lying in bed watching the actual sparks of them.

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This girl is prone to bumps and scrapes, so an extensive, assorted collection of plasters/band-aids (whatever you call them) is necessary.

Animal ones, flower ones, food ones, cartoon ones, even plain white ones that she loves letting you doodle on.

You name it, she's got them.

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She always used to make sure, before she opens the store and after she closes for the day, that the video tapes she has in her store are stacked right alphabetical and genre.

You even made signs saying "Please put back where you found them" that you put up around the tape displays, to help out with it so Van doesn't stress or overthink about it too much.

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Sunday's in the store are usually very quite, so she dedicates that day for restocking whatever needs restocking (I don't really know how that stuff works, so imagine what you will), which tends to be stressful. So you always make sure you have her favourite snacks, drinks, music and movies (maybe even a cold case of beer if she needs it), are on hand at the end of the day, just in case she needs them at the end of the day to cool off.

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As seen in the show (which I also do), she uses film/tv show quotes during conversations, and mixes them up when she gets upset or overwhelmed.

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Definitely has a pack of sticky notes and several pens in her back pocket at all times as a communication system in case she goes non-verbal.

She even uses them to write small notes with love hearts on around the house, sometimes even in your bag, which she insists is necessary (for reasons she changes or adds on to each time you talk about it).

*****

This took a lot longer then I thought it would, but I hope you enjoyed reading and I'll see you in the next one.

-Harlow

[thesillygoosecompany]

LONG POST ABOUT VIVSIEPOP AND

wait…does this technically count as coming out?

you may hate vivsipop for her “evil pig character” or “bad representation of queer people” which is perfectly reasonable (well the latter is lol) but for all the drama she causes, she has left an impact on me and probably a couple people.

From my personal experience, I hyper fixated on Hazbin hotel, then that introduced me to all this really cool indie animation that I doubt I’d ever watch if not for hazbin, I watched these with my brother and that brought us closer then we’d ever been.

Like, I’ll always remember staying up till midnight to watch the new murder drones go live with my brother and turning all the lights in the house off to make it as scary as it could be. That’s something that will stay with me forever.

And you may say she has bad queer representation on her shows. I’ve watched a few breakdowns on YouTube about why it sucks and… yeah… for the most part it does. But for me and maybe a few other people, it helped.

From my experience, I fixated on alastor because he was such a cool character. Whilst endlessly researching and looking at past live streams, as ya do, I find out about something called ✨✨✨✨✨asexuality✨✨✨✨✨

Without that, I would have been like the majority of people who don’t even know about it. Eventually I had that “heeeyyyyyy… wait a minute” moment where I realise that maybe there’s a reason that nine year old me didn’t want a husband and that 12 year old me didn’t want a wife either. And why I generally don’t understand when my 13 year old friends get boyfriends and how they actually seem to love them. And that I didn’t actually love anyone, I just really wanted to impress everyone (I’ve got an abnormally large ego)

So, say what you want about vivsiepop, I don’t care. But yeah, she gave me a push thats shaped my interests and things I like. She’s brought me closer to my brother. And she’s shown me this really neat little community that I’m a part of. So if she’s done that much for me, she’s probably done something good for a few others as well.

:D