#I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal but with my adhd watching more than four episodes is so fucking hard but I’m so invested

[pendorstorm]

Marathoned 2/3 of marineford last night and uh. Ace is gonna fucking die isn’t he

[senashenta]

Storm Season: Chapter Four

Title: Storm Season (Chapter Four)

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: E

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut

Summary: “Dean Winchester is Saved.” The angels all say, clear as a bell—and Dean crawls out of his own grave. Shortly after, he meets the person who pulled him out of Hell, and it turns out to be CASTIEL. Seven years after Cas vanished off the face of the Earth, Dean is suddenly confronted with his former lover again, only this time he’s not just a regular college kid—he’s an ANGEL, and Dean just doesn’t know how to compute that AT ALL.

But even after all these years, Dean can’t deny that he still has feelings for Cas, even as he and Sam embark on an out-of-place-palraijuq Hunt in Louisiana. Not even a giant crocodile monster can keep his attention when Cas comes around—and just like before, the angel is very, very distracting, bringing up Dean’s love for him once more. But things aren’t as simple as when they were younger and Cas was human, and it will take a lot of work before Dean can trust Cas again.

Notes: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!! My gift to the few of you following this fic is a chapter a day early because I couldn’t resist posting a chapter on Christmas for you. Happy Holidays! <3

I’m still working on the LITERALLY TWENTY-FIVE (it’s down from thirty lol) one-shots that follow this fic, but in no particular order like. I’ve got #1 to #5 finished and also #23 to #25. Go figure idek my literal medicated ADHD brain. Now that I’m finished #25, I’m going to try to go back and finish #6 though and then work on them in order because… logic?? Hello??

Also, my next big project is going to be a Supernatural/The Walking Dead crossover just because I’m watching TWD right now and have a really good idea for one. :D

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3.

STORM SEASON ET AL TUMBLR MASTER POST HERE.

STORM SEASON Chapter Four By Senashenta

It had been five days since his last… encounter. With Cas. And Dean hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since. Which was a good thing, because Dean didn’t know how he felt about anything right now: except that, after a while, he had begun to feel guilty over how he had treated Cas when they had last been together.

He had been hard, harsh. Overly rough. He shouldn’t have done that. Even if he was angry with Cas right now it didn’t excuse that behavior. Sure, Cas was an angel now—apparently always had been—and would heal easily, but still. It wasn’t right. So, now he was dealing with the nagging guilt on top of everything else, and that was his own damn fault.

As much as he was glad Cas wasn’t around right now, a hard as it was to be around him, Dean also kind of wished the angel was there so he could apologize, awkward as that apology would inevitably be. But he may have lost that chance already, all things considered. Cas might never be back. Again. Who really knew? For the time being, all Dean could do was wait it out.

He and Sam were currently on their way to Laramie, Wyoming, on the trail of a rather nasty sounding poltergeist. Bobby had sent them off on the job while he did some more research on their potential case in New Orleans. It was a long drive, but it was made mostly in silence. Dean could tell Sam wanted to ask him about a great many things, but the younger Winchester was trying to be respectful.

But he could only keep that up to a point.

They were reaching the turnoff for Laramie when Sam finally spoke up: “dude, you haven’t said two words since we left Pennsylvania. Did things go that badly with Cas?”

“No, Sam, they went swell.” Dean deadpanned, eyes still on the road.

“But did you get into an argument or something? We haven’t seen him in days.”

“Words were exchanged.”

“And?”

“And what do you want me to say, here, Sam?” Dean demanded, then followed that up by gritting his teeth and finally snapping; “we fucked, alright? We fucked and I was too hard, and I was too rough, and it was too impersonal, and then afterward I freaked out and kicked him out. Haven’t heard from him since.”

“First of all, way too much information, Dean! Second of all, that’s why he hasn’t been coming around?” Sam threw his hands into the air and let them fall back into his lap heavily, “you are such a freaking jerk!”

“I know, okay, I know!” Dean was white knuckling the steering wheel and privately apologizing to Baby for being too rough… which just reminded him of the problem at hand and made him tighten his grip even more. It would have been an endless cycle, if Sam hadn’t interrupted his thoughts with:

“You didn’t… hurt him, did you?”

“I don’t…” Dean still kept his eyes on the road, mostly, but glanced sideways at Sam just fleetingly. “I don’t know.” He answered truthfully. “I kicked him out before we could get into that. But he’s—he’s an angel, right? He—he heals.”

“I feel like it still counts, though, Dean.”

“No shit, Sam! I know! The entire thing was a—a mistake, I never should have—Goddamnit!” The elder Winchester cursed and banged a hand against the steering wheel, once again silently apologizing to Baby for it. “I’ve been kicking myself to Hell and back for it ever since, but I can’t do anything about it until he comes back. If he comes back.”

Sam was on his phone now, looking up motels in Laramie even while they had this serious conversation. “Turn left up here, there’s a motel a couple of streets down, looks like our kind of thing.” Then he paused before adding; “and once again, you’re a freaking moron. You swore you would never hurt Cas. You damn near killed yourself, trying to find him, and now that he’s back—”

“CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE.” Dean demanded loudly. “I just, I can’t—”

“SURE, DEAN.” Sam replied sarcastically, just as loud, even as they pulled into the parking lot of the motel he had been navigating them to. The neon sign was blinking Stargate Motel: Vacancies. Their room was probably going to be interesting. And by ‘interesting’ Sam meant ‘hideous.’ He shoved his phone into his pocket and looked at Dean pointedly. “How about you tell me how Hell was, huh? That’d be a great conversation, and I think it’s about time!”

“It was warm and balmy, like an oceanside vacation in Hawaii!” Dean snapped, before shoving his door open and leaning to grab his duffle bag out of the back seat; “I keep telling you, I don’t remember, Sam!”

“That is such bullshit, you’re just—” Sam broke off when they walked into the motel’s office and the two of them fell silent, though you could cut the tension with a knife. They were both glowering, the exact same expression on each of their faces. Sometimes it was easy to tell they were related.

The woman behind the desk glanced between them before clearing her throat and pulling out the booking ledger. She didn’t even bother to ask if they wanted a single bed or two, as most places did with them (it seemed to be a theme); “two queens is eighty-nine dollars a night.” She told them; “if you don’t want the cleaning staff to come in your room use the privacy signs provided. Check out is eleven a.m., cash, debit or credit?”

Dean paid for two weeks up front on his (admittedly fake) credit card, and then he went back out to the Impala to pull her around and park in front of room fifteen, all the way at the end of the motel aisle, while Sam chose to walk in an attempt to cool his head, carrying both his duffle bag and his shoulder bag with his computer in it—it wasn’t very far, anyway.

He was torn, really. Because in a lot of ways, he very much understood where Dean was coming from with the whole Castiel thing. Sam had been there for a lot of the searching, after Cas had gone missing. Had deferred his first year at Stanford to help Dean try to find Cas, and he had seen first-hand what Dean had gone through. But at the same time… Cas was back, now, and that was a good thing, and why Dean couldn’t see that past his own anger, Sam couldn’t understand. And the fact that he had potentially hurt Cas was… well. It was completely unbelievable. And yet there it was—Dean had not-quite-freely admitted it.

Sam assumed, and he thought rightly so, though he couldn’t be sure because Dean wouldn’t talk about it, that part of the problem was Dean’s entire tour in Hell. He was dealing with that at the same time as the whole thing with Cas—or not dealing with it, as the case may be—and it was making him twitchy, aggravated, angry, on edge. And Sam was sure—sure—that Dean was lying when he said he didn’t remember his time in Hell, but he had no way to prove it so all he could do was keep at it, keep asking, until eventually Dean decided to tell him. Be as annoying as possible, basically. He was good at that, he’d had practice; he was the younger brother.

But also…

Sometimes, he thought, he should give Dean a break. He had just spent four months in Hell, after all, and the love of his life had just come back from the apparent dead. So maybe he just needed some more time before…

Sam sighed. Yeah, okay.

When he got to room fifteen, the door was hanging open and Dean was already inside. Sam paused on the threshold because wow. The entire room was decorated with stars and mirrors, like a disco ball had thrown up in it. Sleeping in it would be interesting, indeed. Shaking his head, Sam stepped inside and closed the door behind himself, then double locked it out of habit alone.

Dean had already taken over the bed closest to the door, so Sam took the other one, dumping his bags on it unceremoniously. “Dean,” He said after a couple of minutes of tense silence, “I’m��� sorry. I don’t know what you’re going through. How could I? So, I shouldn’t judge. I just… I’m worried. That’s all. About you, and about Cas, and about the whole Hell situation, so… I’m just sorry. I’ll try to be less… overbearing. Okay?”

Dean had been organizing his weapons, tucking his bowie knife under his pillow, but his hands paused at that, and he sighed out a long, somewhat shaky breath. “It’s just really complicated, Sammy. I can’t even explain it all, everything that’s going on in my head right now. It’s a freaking mess.” Then a pause followed by; “I’m going for food, you want anything?”

Sam looked at him for a long moment, like he really wanted to say something, before just starting to pull his laptop out of its’ bag with a shrug, “yeah, just grab me something. Don’t care what, as long as it has vegetables.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean pulled his keys back out, left his things strewn across his bed, and headed for the door. “Don’t forget to lock the door behind me.”

“Dude. I know motel safety.” Sam protested. “I’m twenty-six.”

“And I’m still older, so I still get to boss you around.” Dean came back, even as he was ducking out the door.

Sam resisted the urge to throw something at his back, a shoe sounded tempting—his inner child’s reaction to being talked down to—and instead headed over to bolt the lock and slide the chain-lock into place with a click. Basic motel safety was the first thing John Winchester had taught his sons when he had started taking them on the road with him; when Sam was a few years old, and Dean was old enough to watch after his little brother (most of the time.) It wasn’t something Sam was likely to forget any time soon.

Once the door was securely locked, Sam went to his duffle bag and dug out a container of salt, then proceeded to lay down a salt line along the bathroom window ledge and along the bottom of the door. He was just finishing that when a voice from back behind him in the room told him conversationally:

“You know that only works on demons and ghosts. Other things can still get in.”

Of course Sam knew that. He rolled his eyes and finished up the salt line he was working on. “Yeah, but it’s better than nothing, Cas.” When he was done, he straightened and turned around to face the angel, pausing to look him over for a long moment. He looked okay, at the very least; had a little, amused smile on his face. “Dean went out for food. He’ll be back in a bit if you want to hang around.”

That was where Cas’s mask slipped slightly. He glanced downward. “No, I… I can’t stay. I wanted to talk to you.”

Sam blinked, surprised, but then it clicked, and he asked; “about Dean?”

Cas nodded, not quite making eye contact. “I try to keep an eye on him; on both of you. But my duties in Heaven have kept me away for the last few days, and I haven’t been able to look in on him. When we last saw each other… it didn’t…” Trailing off, he sighed and shook his head, “I’m just worried about him. I want to know how he’s doing.”

“So stay and ask him yourself.” Sam suggested.

“I don’t think…” Cas began, then trailed off again before finishing with; “I doubt he wants to see me right now.”

And that was when Sam realized it: Dean hadn’t just hurt Cas during their last encounter, they had hurt each other, and of course neither of them was willing to take the hard first step towards talking about it. Dean was just being stubborn, emotionally constipated, but Cas was obviously worried about possibly doing even more damage. They were both clearly afraid of having their hearts broken again.

Sam didn’t envy either of them.

“Dean’s… you know how he is. He doesn’t like to talk about anything.” He told Cas after a short pause, “but… he feels terrible, about what happened the last time you were together. I know that much.”

“He told you?”

“Not the details. Are you alright?”

“Physically? I’m… I mean. Angels heal quickly. And he didn’t do much damage.” Cas shrugged one shoulder lightly and finally looked at Sam properly, “besides, he didn’t do anything I didn’t consent to.” It was obvious Cas had regrets, though, in the way he was standing, the way he was holding himself. “It’s my fault anyway, I shouldn’t have let things go that far… neither of us was ready.”

Sam crossed the room to take a seat at the kitchen table and Cas trailed along behind him, but refrained from sitting down himself, even when Sam gestured toward another of the chairs. “You had no way of knowing. Neither of you did.” When Cas didn’t respond, just glanced away, Sam sighed. “Look, he’s… dealing. But he’s barely hanging on, even if he won’t admit it.”

Cas looked down. “Yeah, I was afraid of that.”

“You really need to talk to him, Cas.”

“Sam, I can’t, I’ve tried explaining myself and I just… I don’t know what else I can say.”

“Okay, but at this point you have to try, Dean has been carrying a torch for you for thirteen years, he still is—” Sam broke off, making a frustrated noise, but when he opened his mouth to continue, he was interrupted by a banging on the door. He glanced over. “That’ll be Dean.” He told Cas. “It’s up to you.”

Cas hesitated while Sam got up and went over to open the door. When he unlocked it and swung it inward Dean was standing there with a bag in one arm and a case of beer in the other—and for just a split-second green eyes flitted past Sam to land on Cas. But then he blinked, and Cas was gone.

“Christ, I must be tired. I’m seeing things.” Dean muttered and pushed the bag of convenience store food—probably not a single vegetable in sight—into Sam’s hands as he made his way past his brother and into the room.

Sam just took the bag when it was shoved at him and made a disappointed noise when he turned around, and Cas had disappeared.

-- --

The poltergeist in Laramie turned out to actually be at the Public Library there, and Dean only made approximately fifty million Ghostbusters references when he found that out before Sam finally got sick of it and made him stop by threatening to spray paint the Impala pink. Dean had smacked him upside the head at just the thought, which had initiated a full-on slap-fight, which had led to a flailing wrestling match and eventually ended up with the two of them sprawled on the floor, huffing and glaring at the ceiling after a few minutes. So, typical Winchester sibling behavior. Afterward they sat down and had a beer together.

It wasn’t Dean’s first beer of the day, and it wouldn’t be his last. He was still fully committed to his Day Drinking to keep his mind of Cas, especially after what had happened the last time they’d been together. The guilt from that encounter still crawled up his spine every time he thought about it. He just tried to shove the memories deep under alcohol and Hunting as much as possible.

It was still their first day in Laramie, though the afternoon was now waning, and they didn’t have much in the way of plans for the evening—their investigation would start the next day after they’d (hopefully) had a good night’s sleep, but Dean had already started taping things up to one of the walls, particularly after they’d asked around at the diner they’d gone to for lunch and discovered the poltergeist was at the freaking library. (And that would never get old. Job of the century.)

But since actually going to the library was slated for tomorrow, that left today wide open. Sam was using it to have a wander around town. Dean explored long enough to find a liquor store and somewhere to buy pie and Funyuns before returning to the motel room and holing up there to work on the Wall and drink. It was basically a rerun of Hazleton, just with a different monster.

That evening, not actually drunk but pleasantly tipsy after a couple (admittedly heavily poured) glasses of whiskey and several bottles of beer in a very short amount of time, Dean fell into bed around one o’clock in the morning, making the most of the semi-comfortable mattress and the scratchy motel linens, and passed out for the night. Sam went to bed shortly after that, after cleaning up all of Dean’s empties and depositing his glass in the sink.

At exactly four o’clock in the morning Dean woke up from a terrible nightmare of fire and brimstone and all the worst kind of tortures, absolutely panicking, eyes flying open wide and grabbing hard at the bedsheets, breathing heavy and hard, open mouthed, chest heaving. Instinctively, he scrambled out of bed, trailing the sheets after himself and fumbled for his gun, then crowded back into the nearest corner, knees pulled up to his chest and face down in them as he tried to catch his breath, to staunch the flow of adrenaline.

And then there was a body beside him, easing close ever-so-slowly and settling next to his side. An arm looped around his shoulders. The room remained silent, but slowly his breathing eased off and his grip on his gun loosened—though something in him refused to actually let the weapon go.

He knew it was Cas beside him, he could feel it, could tell even without lifting his head or opening his eyes to look, but he still remained quiet for a long, long time before finally whispering shakily, muffled into his knees and the sheet still tangled around his legs, “…thank you.”

The arm around him tightened, and Cas pressed a gentle kiss against his temple, then murmured; “do you want me to stay for a while?”

It was a complicated thing, because he was still trying very hard to avoid Cas like the plague. But right now, after what he had just dreamed, with the things that were currently flashing behind his closed eyelids, he didn’t want to be alone. And he couldn’t wake Sam. Sam would only ask questions that he wasn’t prepared to answer yet. Couldn’t. But if Cas had rescued him from Hell, then he had already seen—he knew, and he wasn’t asking any of the difficult questions, at least not now, anyway.

So finally, Dean nodded his head against his knees mutely.

Cas settled closer into his side at that and leaned his own head down so his forehead was pressing by Dean’s temple. “I’ll stay, then.” And then, just quietly, a promise; “but I’ll be gone by morning. I know you don’t want me here in the morning.”

Dean hesitated before nodding silently again. He was still, just taking slow, deep, shuddering breaths for the longest time, before he began to list sideways without even meaning to, leaning into Cas’s side without even lifting his head. Cas just adjusted to accommodate him without a word, and Dean more than appreciated that.

It took a long time, but eventually Dean shook his head slowly, hair mussing against his knees, and asked hoarsely, “don’t you even want to know what this is all about?”

“I can guess what it’s about.” Cas replied softly, “and I know you’re not ready to talk about it yet, so I’m not asking.”

Dean finally let one arm drop down and set his gun on the floor with the muted sound of metal on shitty motel carpet and lifted his head slowly, then turned to tuck himself closer into Cas’s side. Even with all the bullshit that was going on between them at the moment, Cas still felt safe. Cas still felt like comfort. Cas still felt like home. Even after everything…

It was easy to relax into the angel beside him once he allowed himself to do so. Slowly the images of fire and torture began to fade to the background again, where he had been shoving them ever since escaping Hell—ever since being pulled out, rescued, by the only person he’d ever loved with every part of his wretched, damaged soul. And now that same person was there, unbidden, just because Dean needed him, needed to lean into him and feel his warmth and allow his light to soak into himself, even if just a little bit, to chase away the darkness for even a short time.

And it was a short time, only two and a half brief hours before the sun began to crest the horizon. They were both quiet the entire time, just leaning into each other, Cas holding onto Dean securely—until Dean actually drifted off to sleep again, head lolling against Cas’s shoulder. Cas easily allowed for it, adjusting to lean his head sideways against Dean’s and closing his eyes, trying desperately to absorb all the negativity and fear that was radiating off him, to replace it with warmth and love.

Eventually Cas had to leave, though; he had promised, after all. And when the sun began peeking through the windows of the motel room, he lifted his head, glanced down at Dean with a sigh, then carefully slid out from beside him, leaving him leaning into the corner, still asleep. Cas followed that up by ducking in and dropping a kiss against Dean’s forehead before straightening, standing, regarding Dean almost sadly for a moment—and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

When Dean woke up again it was alone in the corner he had huddled up in some hours earlier, the sheet still tangled around his legs, and Cas gone. If he had ever even been there to begin with. If he hadn’t been some desperate fever dream.

Sam was also standing over him, staring down at him with an obviously baffled expression on his face. “So. ‘Morning.” He greeted, and made a vague sort of gesture to Dean in his corner and—“what’s with the… gun?”

Dean just grumbled something inarticulate and untangled himself from the sheet, climbing to his feet and picking the pistol up off the floor, then leaving the sheet behind and heading over to tuck the gun away in his duffle bag again. “What time is it?” He asked finally.

“Just after nine.” Sam replied, still just watching him with that same confused expression on his face. He bent to pick up the sheet and carried it over to toss it on Dean’s bed. When Dean sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress a second later, Sam regarded him with concern. “Dude, what happened?”

“Nightmare.” Dean grunted after a pause, one hand up and rubbing through his hair. He only vaguely remembered what had happened the night before, he thought Cas had been there, but… that was impossible, right?

“Must’ve been one hell of a nightmare.” Sam commented, then; “I’m going for breakfast, you want me to bring you something?”

Just the thought of food made Dean’s stomach roll. He quickly shook his head, hands grabbing hard at the edge of the mattress. “Coffee. All the coffee. Like ten cups of coffee.”

Sam nodded slowly. “You should get cleaned up while I’m gone. You look like crap.”

“No shit.” Dean replied sarcastically, head down and eyes on the carpet by his feet. “Just go, Sam, I can take care of myself.”

Sam wasn’t so sure about that, all things considered, but he still grabbed his wallet and headed for the door, pausing on the threshold as if he wanted to say something else before changing his mind and heading out into the Laramie sunshine, closing the door securely behind himself.

Once his brother was gone, Dean relaxed minutely, shoulders slumping and posture easing slightly. Green eyes closed over, and he frowned to himself, trying to focus in on memories from the night before—but all he could bring up were memories of freaking Hell, which was not what he was going for. He was sure—absolutely certain—that Cas had been with him last night, but his mind was foggy when it came to trying to remember that particular fact. If it was a fact as all.

Abruptly, eyes still closed, he felt the bed dip beside him. Dean’s eyes blinked open and he glanced sideways to look at Cas, who was sitting there, just looking at him quietly. Dean opened his mouth to speak, but failed and swallowed thickly before trying again; “you were there last night, weren’t you?”

Cas smiled softly. “Yes, I was there.”

Dean looked away quickly. “You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

But Cas just shook his head; “you needed me, so I came. And I was gone when the sun came up, because I promised I would be, but… you seem to need me, still. So, I’m here again. I’ll always be here, Dean.”

“Except when you weren’t.” Dean accused weakly, almost automatically, though his heart wasn’t really in it this time around. “I don’t remember much about last night. I don’t remember you being here, not really. I mostly remember the nightmares. But I also remember comfort and reassurance, and… who else could it be but you?”

“I couldn’t just leave you like you were. I had to try to help.” The angel told him quietly, then; “will you be alright, Dean?”

Dean didn’t answer that question, just giving a vague shrug as a response. “Are you going to be here every time I have a nightmare?”

“I would like to be, but I can’t promise anything.” Cas replied reluctantly.

“Of course not.” The elder Winchester gripped tighter at the edge of the mattress for a moment before letting go entirely. “Just go, Cas. I’m fine.”

“But—” Cas began.

“Go.” Dean insisted. “I’m fine.”

Cas hesitated for another long moment, then leaned over to kiss by Dean’s jaw gently before standing—and vanishing with the soft ruffle of feathers. Dean just looked at the space where Cas had been only seconds before, expression unreadable, unsure how he felt, entirely, about Cas actually leaving, despite the fact that he had told him to go… but it was definitely a little like he had lost something again, deep down inside.

Cursing under his breath, Dean just pushed himself to his feet—he had work to do.

-- --

By the time Sam got back from the diner with two (not ten) cups of coffee for Dean and one for himself, along with his own breakfast, his brother was up and organizing the Wall, still in his boxers and the t-shirt he’d slept in, hair an absolute disaster, but working away diligently nonetheless, taping up the articles and clippings they had managed to gather up until now.

A new city, a new Wall Of Weird.

It wasn’t much so far, really, just stuff that Bobby had sent them and things they had snipped from the paper the day before, or printed from Sam’s laptop, but it was something and it kept Dean busy, kept his mind off of the million abysmal things that were rolling through it at any given moment.

“Yo.” Sam kicked the door closed behind himself and headed over to set everything on the table in the middle of the room, careful not to disrupt the little piles of papers Dean had set up strategically over half the surface area. “Coffee, dude. Can I move some of this stuff so I can eat my breakfast?”

“No.” Dean deadpanned, even as he taped up another article and then held out one hand, making a grabby motion toward the coffee, without even turning away from the wall. “Coffee me.”

Sam sighed heavily and pulled one of the cups of coffee from the tray, heading over to shove it into Dean’s grasping hand. His brother just grunted out a sort-of thanks, already opening the cup lid and bringing it up to take a long drink of the—frankly scalding—liquid. Dean had always been able to tolerate his coffee as hot as the freaking sun and Sam honestly had no idea how.

“You still look like shit.” Sam commented, heading back over to the table and pushing some little stacks of papers out of the way despite Dean’s warning. He sat down and flipped open the take-out container, unwrapping a fork and starting in on his food: scrambled eggs, a side of bacon and a small mix of fruit salad. “You need to shower and get your hair under control.” He told Dean around a mouthful of food, “also freaking shave, you look like you just came out of a year in the wilderness.”

“It’s not that bad.” Dean complained, lifting one hand up to scratch at what was maybe for sure the beginnings of an actual beard. Yeah. Okay, so it was that bad. He definitely needed to take care of it. Even Cas had commented, a few days ago when… “Sam, did you move my papers?”

“They’re our papers and yes, I made space so I could eat.” Sam didn’t budge an inch. He could practically see Dean’s eyebrow tick, even with the other man’s back turned to him.

Dean just took another drink of his coffee, though, and rather than bitch he offered; “thanks. For the coffee.”

A blink from Sam, surprise that Dean wasn’t giving him shit. He poked at his eggs absently for a moment, watching Dean quietly before giving a shrug and going back to eating. “Seemed like you needed it this morning.” And then; “are you… feeling any better?”

Just a brief hesitation, and then Dean made a soft agreeing noise. Having Cas around had helped, even if just a bit. Finally, he turned away from the Wall and headed over to drop into a chair at the table alongside Sam, trying to block out the smell of Sam’s food the entire time. His stomach still didn’t feel particularly great. “You got three coffees?”

“Yeah, because you asked for all the coffee, remember?” Sam rolled his eyes and reached for his own coffee, opening it up and taking a hesitant sip. It was still predictably boiling hot, so he took the lid off and set it down, leaving it to cool. Then he went back to his breakfast, pausing long enough to ask, “I know you said no to food, but do you want a piece of bacon or something?”

Dean’s eyes flitted down to the container of eggs and bacon in front of Sam, and he had to swallow against the bile that rose in his throat. He brought his cup up to inhale the scent of his coffee instead. “No, I’m good. I’ll get something later.” Then, after a pause, “I’m gonna… go get cleaned up.”

Sam regarded him speculatively for a moment before nodding. “Good plan.”

Dean set his half-finished coffee on the table, went to dig his shaving kit out of his bag, then headed through to the bathroom. Once inside, with the door firmly closed between himself and Sam, he leaned back against it and closed his eyes, trying like hell to keep himself grounded despite the images that were still flashing through his head—were always flashing through his head, just worse that usual right now.

Cas, though… Cas had understood. Or at least it seemed that he had. But that was something to think about at another time.

For now, Dean just got to work getting himself shaved (finally) and scrubbed down (finally), getting his hair back into a semblance of order (finally) before he wandered back out into the main room with a towel hanging around his hips, to dig through his things for a set of clean clothes. Or at least clean-ish. They had probably been worn at least once before, but they would do the job. He would need to do laundry soon, though.

Once he was dressed again, he tossed his wet towel in the general direction of the bathroom and rejoined Sam at the table. The younger Winchester had long since finished his breakfast and was now sipping at his coffee as he shuffled through the papers on the table in complete disregard for Dean’s “filing system.”

“You look like a human being again.” Sam commented idly without looking up when Dean joined him.

Dean went right back to his own coffee. “As opposed to what?”

Sam glanced up and lifted his eyebrows. “A bigfoot?”

“Bigfoot isn’t real, and you know it.”

“Okay, an artist’s interpretation of a bigfoot, then.”

“Screw you.”

“Right back at you.”

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The Albany County Public Library, located in Laramie, Wyoming, was a two-storey building (not counting the basement) and really quite quaint, all things considered. Nothing like the New York City library in Ghostbusters, which Dean was once again humming the theme song for, Goddamnit.

Sam supposed he should just be happy that Dean was getting some small joy out of the little things again, considering how everything hadn’t been going lately. But still, it was annoying as hell and if his brother didn’t cut it out, he was going to snap him in half like a twig. Like a twig. It was going to be a long job, if this bullshit kept up, which if he knew Dean, and he absolutely did, it would.

“So, what’d you think, Sammy?” Dean asked as they stood outside the extremely nondescript looking building, under the lobby overhang out front; “should we be worried about the twinkie yet?” And then a lopsided smile and he shook his head; “nah, I’m not worried about the twinkie yet.”

“I am begging you, please stop with the Ghostbusters references.” Sam told him, mostly flatly.

Dean took a moment to ponder that before just shaking his head—“nope!”—and heading forward to go into the library proper. Sam trailed along behind him with an overworked-and-underpaid kind of look on his face. It was nice that Dean had decided to be in a good mood today, despite how it had started out, but this was potentially going to get ridiculous, Sam could already tell.

The first snag they hit was that the library had metal detectors—Sam assumed they had tags in all their books and movies, and this dissuaded thievery, a lot of libraries had them nowadays—but they went off immediately when Dean tried to go through because he was carrying an EMF detector in his jacket pocket. Luckily, he wasn’t carrying any weapons (and neither was Sam, guns and knives were useless against poltergeists) and the EMF detector Dean had grabbed that day was the one that looked like a jacked-up Walkman, so they were able to easily pass it off as such.

The elderly woman manning the front desk let them in with little complaint, just told them to keep their music down and went back to whatever she had been working on. Sam thanked her politely while Dean continued on farther into the library, looking way too excited to be around so many books. He didn’t normally even like to set foot in a library, always leaving that part of the job up to Sam.

After a brief discussion they decided to split up, and Dean headed upstairs to start checking the place top-to-bottom for EMF while Sam actually sat down at one of the microfiche stations to do research because, well, it just made sense, right? If there was ever a place for it… plus, he could keep an eye out for anything weird on (most of) the main floor as he worked, and an ear out for Dean in case he shouted for him. It seemed like a win-win situation as far as Sam was concerned. Two birds with one stone.

Dean, meanwhile, had made his way upstairs and dug out his EMF detector, popped the earbuds for it into his ears, then began systematically walking the rows of shelves, scanning for EMF as he went. For the first few minutes everything was normal, just baseline static, but Dean wasn’t about to let his guard down just yet. Not until he had swept every single inch of the building, in fact.

So, he went up and down the aisles of the (mostly) empty library, garnering odd looks from the few people he did come across—he just flashed them a winning smile and kept on going—and generally getting nothing but the occasional, small, predictable spike in the EMF… until he got to the gardening section, where his EMF meter abruptly went nuts.

All Dean could think was: freaking gardening, really? But he didn’t say anything out loud, tempting as it was, and risk garnering any more attention than he already was. Instead, he scoured the gardening shelves up and down, and got more than his fair share of readings from it. Gardening.

And then something bounced off his head hard, making Dean yelp out a startled “damnit, shit!” and whirl around to see what was behind him. But there was nothing; only a book, laying on the floor by his feet, as if someone had thrown it at him—but there was no one else around. He frowned and crouched down to scan the book—"The Flower Gardener’s Bible”—with the EMF reader, and the readings were off the charts.

Dean hummed to himself and picked the book up, only to discover black goo oozing from between its pages. Ectoplasm. Gross. He made a face and dropped the book back on the floor, then wiped his hand on his jeans, right about the time a handful of other books began easing off the shelves around him.

Dean’s eyes flicked around, clocking all the books that were moving on their own, and straightened up, standing again and saying out loud, lowly, “I don’t want any trouble, here. I’m just taking some readings. No biggie.”

The spirit inhabiting the Albany County Public Library didn’t seem to agree with his assessment.

The next thing Dean knew books were flying at him from all directions, and not just softcovers either—some of them were heavy hardcover tombs. Dean scrambled away from the gardening section and out into the main room of the second floor, dashing around tables and desks with books zooming at him from every direction until he slammed into the library catalogue cabinets for that floor—only to have several of the drawers shoot open, spewing ectoplasm and index cards everywhere.

Dean nope’d right the hell out of there. He ran for the staircase, books chasing him the entire way, and dashed down to the main floor, hurrying over to Sam. Once he was standing next to his brother, he cleared his throat, and Sam looked up—then paused. Because Dean was next thing to coated in slime, his hair was sticking up everywhere, bruises were already starting to form on some places he could see and probably other places he couldn’t, a black eye fading into existence, and index cards were stuck to his clothes.

Dean looked back at him and deadpanned; “I’m officially afraid of the twinkie, now.”

[introvertbard]

As an adult, it is a very weird kind of damage that I’m dealing with after a childhood of being smothered and watched all the time, with two main issues:

1) I hate living with people (or more like my mom, because who has the money to MOVE OUT in this economy???). Living with people means 1a) I feel like I’m always being watched or put on a time limit by my mom. Doesn’t help that she’s old and now has mobility issues, so now I’m stuck taking care of her, as the Eldest Filipino Daughter. My mom often complains that I rush all the time and text her if I’m stuck in traffic or something, but like… guess who used to get mad or worried if I didn’t finish a task on time, or if I got stuck on an errand for longer than usual?

2) I have a hard time DOING STUFF because 2b) I often need reminders to do stuff, because Mom was usually the one who told me to do stuff. If it’s not on my phone or written down, I will forget about it.

It doesn’t help that I’ve got Strong Suspicions that I’m ADHD or autistic, so focusing is a very “all or nothing” thing when I can’t control it very well.

Meanwhile, we’ve got a generation of teens now who don’t have a Friend’s Chill Parents to compare their own to anymore, because now EVERYONE sounds as terrified of real-but-extremely-overblown danger as my mom.

Like, I have fond memories of lying about my age to read some hardcore fanfics, being creeped out if something ended up TOO hardcore, or just emotionally difficult in a way I hadn’t expected (INTENSE SADNESS AT THE WORLD’S SHITTINESS, REMEMBER?), and you know how I coped with it? CLOSING THE WINDOW/TAB, AND READING SOMETHING ELSE TO CLEANSE MY BRAIN. Much like I do as a Real Adult, when I accidentally read something I didn’t want to.

Back when fandom chatrooms were a big thing, I also ran into a couple of folks who mistakenly treated me like another adult and started hitting on me, or asking if I wanted to cyber. You know what I did? I SAID NO THANKS AND STOPPED MESSAGING THEM. I didn’t go on a rant and reveal that I’M ACTUALLY A MINOR, because I knew that was a risk of lying about my age.

Meanwhile, kids now are lying about their age to get to some saucy stuff, but then… expecting people to stop doing saucy stuff when it happens to be a flavor they don’t like???

Many adults have lied about their age, but this this is the first time we’re seeing minors in fandom try to take it back???

Like, the first rule of Lying About Your Age is that PEOPLE WILL TREAT YOU LIKE AN ADULT.

You can’t have your saucy adult cake, and then eat it after you run into something too hardcore by putting your hand to your forehead and swooning because “I’M REALLY A MINOR, AND YOU HAVE UPSET MY DELICATE SENSIBILITIES!!!”

Like… Fandom is not a Yu-Gi-Oh duel. Being a minor is not a trap card that gets you a Perfectly Curated Experience.

Fandom as a whole is not “minor-friendly”

Nor should it be.

If you want to live in a “Children of the Corn”-style bubble of innocence and purity, well, to me, that’s a startling approach to adolescence, but every generation’s got to find its own way to reject the one before, so: do as you will.  But you can’t bring the bubble to the party, kids.  Fandom, established media-style fandom, was by and for adults before some of your parents were born now.  You don’t get to show up and demand that everyone suddenly change their ways because you’re a minor and you want to enjoy the benefits of adult creative activity without the bits that make you uncomfortable.  If you think you’re old enough to be roaming the Internet unsupervised, then you also think you’re old enough to be working out your limits by experience, like everybody else, like I did when I was underage and lying about it online.  If you’re not old enough to be roaming the Internet unsupervised and you’re doing it anyway, then that’s on your parents, not on fandom.

If you were only reading fic rated G on AO3, if you had the various safe modes on other media enabled, you would be encountering very little disturbing material, anyway (at least in the crude way people tend to define “disturbing” these days; some of the most frankly horrifying art I have ever engaged with would have been rated PG at most under present systems, but none of that kind of work ever seems to draw your protests).  In the end, what you really want is to be able to seek out the edges of your little world, but be able to blame other people when you don’t like what you find.  Sorry.  Adolescence is when you get to stop expecting others to pad your world for you and start experiencing the actual consequences of the risks you take, including feeling appalled and revolted at what other people think and feel.

Now, ironically, fandom’s actually a fairly good place for such risk-taking, as, for the most part, you control whether you engage and you can choose the level of your engagement.   You can leave a site, blacklist something, stop reading an author, walk away from your computer.  Are there actual people (as opposed to works of art, which cannot engage with you unless you engage with them) who will take advantage of you in fandom?  Of course there are.  Unfortunately, such people are everywhere.  They will be there however “innocent” and “wholesome” the environment appears to be, superficially.  That’s evil for you.  There are abusers in elementary school.  There are abusers in scout troops.  There are abusers in houses of worship.  Shutting down adult creative activity because you happen to be in the vicinity isn’t going to change any of that.  It may help you avoid some of those icky feelings that you get when you think about sex (and you live in a rape culture, those feelings are actually understandable, even if your coping techniques are terrible), but no one, except maybe your parents, has a moral imperative to help you avoid those.  

In the end, you’re not my kid and you’re not my intended audience.  I’m under no obligation to imagine only healthy, wholesome relationships between people for your benefit.  Until you’re old enough to understand that the world is not exclusively made up of people whose responsibility it is to protect you from your own decisions, yes, you’re too young for established media fandom.  Fandom shouldn’t be “friendly” to you.  

[mlovesstories]

Generations Part 2

Warnings: ADHD feels, angry Jared

Summary: YN struggles in school, but Uncle Jensen saves the day... or the evening.  

Words: 1745

YN age 6

“Mr. Padalecki, your daughter has been such a gift to have in class,” YN’s teacher stated in the parent-teacher conference.

“I’m so glad to hear that, but I hear a ‘but’ coming.” 

“She is a delight, I promise.  I just wanted to let you know that she is very distracted a lot.  She completes activities, but only preferred ones.  I don’t think it’s malevolent.  It’s not intentional from what I’ve observed.  Have you noticed that at home, by chance?  When she sits down to read or do homework, is she easily distracted or has a hard time completing it?”

“Sometimes, I guess, but she is six.” Jared tuned in to what the teacher was saying.  “I’ll keep and eye, though. Other than that, how is she engaging with her peers?” 

“YN is slow to warm up.  I’m sure you’ve seen that in her.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.  Once she meets a new friend or has been watching from the sidelines for a little bit, she is perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her. “ He grinned. 

“I have no other concerns, Mr. Padalecki,” her teacher smiled.  

YN age 9

“Honey, go read your book.  You have to read twenty minutes a night.” 

“I hate reading.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.  I know it is hard for you.”

“Can’t I just listen to it? Or can you read it to me?” 

“You have to learn how to read and understand on your own, YN.  It’s called reading comprehension, and it’s a skill you will need for the rest of your life.   If you read the first ten minutes, I’ll read the last ten.  You can do this.” Jared booped her nose.  She giggled in response.  

“Okay,” she sighed.  

Later that night after she went to bed, Jensen came over to watch TV with Jared.  

“Hey, have you noticed YN has been off lately?” Jensen took a sip of beer. 

“She’s been having a hard time getting stuff done like her homework or a chore.  I think it’s only getting worse.” 

“Yeah, I have seen that too.  She also cries over stuff that isn't really a big deal, but to her it must be,” Jensen shrugged.  

“I think she is struggling more than she lets on.” 

“Maybe.” The shorter man shrugged.  

A few years went by, Jared noticing his daughter struggling more and more.

Jared scrunched up his nose.  

“Honey?” He yelled for his daughter over his shoulder.  

“Yeah?” 

“Why do you have an F in English?” 

She stalled once she walked through the doorway, eyes widening.

“Come on, if you can earn an F in English, you can have the courage to tell me why.” He turned toward her and spun in the computer chair.  Jared raised his brows expecting an answer sooner rather than later. 

“I-” YN bit her lip, eyes watering. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? It’s almost the end of the semester.  You can’t undo it once it’s too late, sweetheart.” Jared sighed and crossed his arms. “Well?” 

“I, I can’t write.” YN rang her hands together. 

“Yes, you can,” he said almost as a question. “What do you mean you can’t write?” 

“I can write, kind of.  I can’t read stuff and then write about it after.  My brain just doesn’t want me to.” YN knew he wouldn’t like that answer, but that was the best way she could explain it.  

Jared took a deep breath with a look of displeasure on his face.  

“What you are going to do is you are going to email your teacher this evening and let him know that you will be making as many of these up before the semester is over, and he will be receiving the assignments ASAP.” 

“I can’t do it like that, Dad.” YN responded with a deep grunt and exacerbation.  

“Well, you better figure it out, because you only have a few weeks of school left before summer hits, and if they retain you, that’s on you.” 

YN was so overwhelmed in what had transpired that she didn’t use a defense, she hung her head and said, “Okay, Dad.” 

“Thank you.  Now turn off the TV that I hear playing and get to work.  Use this computer since I have all of your assignments open right here.” 

Over the next few days, YN cried. A lot.  She was able to turn in an assignment or two, but the whole process was overwhelming.  

“I’m leaving to meet Gen.  She is grounded and on homework duty until further notice.” Jared said over his shoulder to Jensen. 

“Has she met Gen yet?” Jensen whispered.  

“No, I’m not introducing them until we’re steady.  I can’t break YN’s heart in case something doesn’t work out.  YN has met Gen since she is in the cast, but she doesn’t know we are dating. Gotta go, I’ll be back later.” 

“Hey, YNN.” Jensen knocked at YN’s door.  He slowly opened it.  “I am getting dinner ready.  You hungry?” 

“Yeah. Thanks, Jen.” She kept her eyes on her paper, writing answers for her assignment.  

“Okie dokie, I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Jensen ducked out of her room and shut the door. 

After he had cooked some chicken and vegetables, he yelled up the stairs for YN to come down for dinner. 

“NOT HUNGRY!” He heard her say faintly.

Jensen hurried up the steps knowing something was wrong. 

“YN, I know you’re hungry.  You told me you were twenty minutes ago. Come down for dinner please,” he said plainly.

“No.” 

He tried to turn the knob on her door, but it wouldn’t budge.  

“I WILL kick this door down if you don’t tell me what’s going on.  AND- you will have to explain to your father why your door is now broken.”  He heard what sounded like her tossing her cookies.  “YN!” He rattled the knob again.  “Open the door in the next ten seconds or I swear-” 

Jensen heard the lock click.  

As she opened the door, he saw her lips covered in what looked like snot and tears were running down her face.  

“Oh, sweetheart,” he consoled.  Jensen ran into the bathroom across the hall to grab toilet paper.  He came back to crouch in front of her and slowly touched the toilet paper to her lips, wiping away the substance.  YN tried to turn away from him, but he continued to wipe her face.  “Come here,” her uncle pulled her into him, her body still.  After he held her there, she leaned into him with almost her whole body.  Tiny as she was, Jensen braced himself to hold her weight.  

“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, Uncle Jensen.” She repeated the phrase over and over.  

“What are you apologizing for? Did you eat something bad? Do you know why you threw up?” 

“I’m stressed,” she said after a moment.  Thinking he would have to coax it out of her, he started to ask her more questions when she continued, “My dad got mad because I am not passing English.  If I don’t pass, he said I could be retained and have to do fifth grade again.” 

Jensen guided her to her bed where he sat her down.  He sat across from her in her computer chair.  Caging her in with his long legs, he took her small hands in his.  

“You’ve been struggling for a long time, haven’t you?” 

She could only nod, words not coming to her in her rush of emotion. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” 

She took deep breaths.  Jensen didn’t rush her to answer.  

“I didn’t know how.” She shrugged.  “It’s not that I don’t want to do it.  I want to, Jensen.  My brain tells me I can’t.  Or I get distracted.  But when I told my dad that, he basically said it was stupid and-” she sniffled, “and now I have to finish all these assignments.  I don’t even know where to start, Uncle Jensen!” YN backed away and threw her hands up in the air.  “I can’t focus, I can’t think straight.  I walk back and forth in here because I’m thinking too much.” 

“I’m so thankful you shared that with me.  It’s hard to describe those types of feelings.  Even for an adult.” He watched her pace the room from his seated position. “You’re so brave, sweetheart,” he stroked her cheek after she stopped and made eye contact with him again. “I think I might know what’s going on.  Let me talk to your dad, okay?” 

“He will just get mad.” 

“How about you and I tell him together?  I’ll be there to shut him down if he gets mad.” She tilted her head, thinking about it.

“Fine.  But I don’t want to.” 

“It’s either that or you keep throwing up because you’re overwhelmed, kiddo.  You know how I told you I have ADD, and it was really hard for me in school?” YN nodded.  “I couldn’t pass English to save my life.  I turned out okay though.” He smiled, and she smiled back.  “We will do this together.  You are in fifth grade and a baby in this world, whether you want to believe it or not.  Good for you for standing up for yourself even though you didn’t think you had the right words.  It’s only one grade that will not affect anything major, I promise.  I bet you they will pass you onto sixth without batting an eye either.” Jensen hugged her again.  “I say we eat, you sit down with me and make a plan for the evening as far as homework goes, and then we sneak off to my house for a movie night.  How does that sound? We can talk to your dad tomorrow once you’re feeling better.” 

“My dad-”

“I will deal with your dad.  Don’t worry about him.  The real question is whether you want to or not.” 

“Okay.  That sounds fun, Jensen.”  

Text Conversation:

JENSEN

I’m taking YN back to my house for the night.  

JARED

She needs to study.  I told you that. 

JENSEN 

Relax, lurch.  She’s been working all evening like you asked.  Let her have some fun. 

JARED

You and I are going to have a fucking talk in the morning. 

JENSEN

Whatever, man.  Go eat.  You’ll feel better. Hehehehe. 

“Okay, let’s go!” Jensen called over his shoulder to his niece.  “Before your dad makes it home and punches me!” He laughed.

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[thejadecount]

Gues who just watched Encanto!!!!!!

Guys, guys, it was so good like wow this movie has to be one of my favs now I loved it so much.

The character arcs were good

All the songs were a bop

Accurate middle/overlooked child representation (my Mirabels and Brunos where you at?!?!?)

I also like Lusia and Isabela a lot

I don’t know who Dolores’ VA is, but she (or whatever their pronouns are) did a very good job Dolores’ voice worked so well with her character and songs I just MMM

I loved it how Aubela apologized and realized her mistakes like FINALLY we’re getting rid of the toxic mess that is in this family

Y’all know that scene where Mirabel goes into Isabela’s room for a hug and she goes down from the ceiling on her bed—I don’t know about y’all but I swear a bunch of serotonin flooded my brain when she said ‘papaya’ like her saying that word in her voice it sounded so good like wow

I honestly can’t pick a favorites character

I really want to see more fanart of Isabela with cacti and in her messy dress she gets at the finale it’s so beautiful like usually I don’t like dresses but that? I wish I could have that

I love it how me and all the other gays took one look at Camilo and Isabela and went “you’re one of us now, whether you like it or not and you don’t have a say in the matter” *pumps shotgun*

I love it how Bruno has his little quirks with the salt and ‘knock, knock on wood’ thing (which o swear I’ve heard the latter in another movie or something before, does anyone know what that’s about? Seems superstitious or something’s ADHD)

Also really sad when Mirabel saw the dining table through the little hole in the wall on his side like can’t wait to cry over fanart of him watching his family eat

But that also brings up this: Bruno was definitely there when his family was setting up the table for Mariano and singing about how he screwed up things and how they don’t talk about him and that’s sad too!

And finally, this movie almost made me cry, which is a big achievement, because I never cry during movies. Like, my whole family jokes about me having no soul and all of that. A movie that can successfully give me watery eyes without actually making me cry is a big deal. The only movies I have had watery eyes during in which a dog didn’t get seriously injured or die are: Five Feet Apart (and it was because the lgbt+ guy died) Coco (the end scene with dead Coco with her parents and Remember Me scene) and No Way Home (end part where MJ doesn’t remember Peter)

It was really good.

And We Don’t Talk About Bruno shall remain one of my favorite Disney songs forevermore.

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

could you do a hc of how the brother's behaviour would be if the mc has adhd, like they daydream a lot, losing things all the time, getting distracted very easily, can hardly focus and other symptoms of the inattentive type. because i have it and i'd like to see how they would act, i love your headcannons so i thought i could request this💓💘💝💓💞

Let's see if the medicated ADHD person who is siblings with another medicated ADHD person who are both children of a very ADHD woman and her ADHD husband can write about their own disorder-

I changed this a bit and made a scenario like instead of a headcanon seeing when I tried to write in headcanon format I didn't really like it much.

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ADHD in Hell

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It was trully hell.

In a school full of demons you can't expect many of them to be respectfull and quiet in class, so you will basically not be able to do anything but get overwhelmed as the students keep whispering to each other while, passing notes and using the phone while the teacher is speaking.

So of course your grades just say 'I guess I'll die' and of course you will have to sit down and have Lucifer giving you a 3 hour lecture which is another level of torture seeing your brain will most likely strangle itself 5 minutes into it.

Chores? When there is basically no way of telling what time is it by looking outside seeing there is no sun? Might as well spend the entire day not being able to do anything.

Assignments? Again, when there is no way to have a concrete idea of time? Sounds like something to do on the last minute right before the class starts, if not right when the teacher is collecting it, to me.

It would definetelly take a while to manage things. There would be a serious need to speak with Lucifer about it, in which once once you do it, he would do what he could to help, he needed the exchange student to do well afterall.

It can be kind of sweet how he changes a bit how he asks you to things and organizes the list of chores differently with more specific details.

Mammon would be the most understanding, he would be a huge help when you need something to give you the final push to do things. Though more often than not having you two together will just lead to a lot more chaos than solutions.

Leviathan would also be understanding but he would have some mixed feelings seeing whenever you guys either play games or watch anime together, there was a high chance of you just straight up going on a tangent away from the original point of the game or not fully paying attention to the anime.

He doesn't take it personally, in fact, in many of those times, your unfocused self made the whole experience a lot more fun and ridiculous, so he takes it as somewhat of a challenge to find a game and an anime that can fully manage to catch your attention.

Satan is another one with mixed feelings but he would mostly be extremelly intrigued, specially by your hability to hyperfocus, and the fact that any conversations he has with you has a big chance of ending in a completely different and unexpected subject from the one you guys started with.

Oh, and Asmodeus would be so salty. Like, pay attention to him!

After so many times of having you completelly fly off to another dimention inside your head while he was going on and on about his day, he would most likely start to change the way he delivers things in hopes to catch your attention. He may even start to indulge in your mental trips!

Also, somehow Beelzebub and Belphegor always have either the same thing that you lost or a spare one for any time you need?? They are much more attentive than anyone gives them credit, so once they get used to your pattern of misplacing your stuff, they start to actually know exactly where everything that belongs to you is.

Though Belphie still wants to kick you for fidgeding around so much, he may even swat you with his tail at some point.

And Beel is right there with some well needed sweet snacks whenever you need to give your brain some fuel and always ready to move around when you just can't stay still any longer.

It is trully hell, and you will have a difficult time and you will make that everyone else's problem. But you know what? They can deal with it, it's not you that needs to learn to addapt to the focused world around you when you aren't even capable of doing it in the first place. And guess what? They will all still love you all the same. Even on the days they are just done with you lol.

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(Sometimes my entire family is just done with each other too, but I know we all still love each other all the same, even when my mom can't sit still to watch some shows, when my brother completely crashes the entire game, when my dad forgets something and when I get overwhelmed by all the sounds. By the end of the day, none of us can sit right and all do the most abnoxious things when left alone in a table together at a party, so we're in this together.)

[reluctanx]

𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉 >> CLASS 1-B. || Fem!s/o

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: neito monoma, itsuka kendo, sen kaibara, ibara shiozaki, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, reiko yanagi, setsuna tokage

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 (𝙎) : n/a [?]

-Neito Monoma

!! 🧺 | he’s actually very sweet, just a bit playful with you

!! 🧺 | he cracks joke just to make you laugh because your smile means EVERYTHING to him

!! 🧺 | i’m pretty sure he’s a nerd at color theory and would ALWAYS point out how beautiful your eyes are. even if it has a darker shade, he just knows that it’s a beautiful color that he loves so much

!! 🧺 | he doesn’t let other people touch his bunnies besides kendo, you may also be the exception

!! 🧺 | overly dramatic because he knows you can’t possibly, truly handle his bullshit

!! 🧺 | his teenager crush on you is so adorable, because he’s always in denial. or refuses to admit he have a crush on you

!! 🧺 | seeing that you’re not comparing him to a villain because of his quirk, wether it’s a joke or not. you automatically gain a part of his trust and respect. deadass

!! 🧺 | he bullies people for a reason, and you better deal with that

!! 🧺 | very argumentative, trying to fight with him with controversial topics is useless

!! 🧺 | LET. HIM. TOUCH. YO. HAIR………. pls

!! 🧺 | even if he tries, he can’t keep up late at night. HE WILL fall asleep, so sometimes you’ll be left on read accidentally-

!! 🧺 | when texting… he’s a total different person omg

!! 🧺 | no because if your seat is next to his, he will pass you the answers for the math exam.. (don’t lie, i know you’re a total dogshit at this subject. )

!! 🧺 | he’s a real big fan of Vlad king so you better be prepared seeing some of his merch in his closet

!! 🧺 | seeing you in his clothes makes him feel weird. he’ll try to make fun of you but he’s just really flustered to look at cha’ i swear

!! 🧺 | it’s rare to see him swear, so when he do so.. dear god..

!! 🧺 | HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR BODY SHAPE, SIZE OR WHATEVER, HE LOVES YOU THE WAY YOU ARE AND HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT

!! 🧺 | “you love me o’ sooo much it makes you look stupid.”

!! 🧺 | “don’t tell kendo about this, but i like you. for real.”

!! 🧺 | pronouns first with this man, pronouns = priority, pronouns respected. period.

!! 🧺 | he would be such a simp for you..

!! 🧺 | not obsessive or possesive, per se just jealous in a healthy way

!! 🧺 | “i’m literally a low quality version of bakugo.”

!! 🧺 | THEATRICAL, AS FUCK.

-Itsuka Kendo

!! 🧸 | SHE’S LITERALLY A SWEET HEART *SOBS SOBS*

!! 🧸 | she acts like your big sister sometimes.

!! 🧸 | she’s so shy and intimidated when she gets to date you bro..

!! 🧸 | your hero name? your hero costume? gives no shit, she find everything about you AMAZING.

!! 🧸 | you’re the little spoon, don’t prove me wrong, you’re the little spoon

!! 🧸 | she finds you so cute (especially if you have chubby cheeks, cause like uuuUhhh…)

!! 🧸 | she dresses you up when ya’ll get a girl days

!! 🧸 | she doesn’t know how to cook, depending on your cooking skills; either you get to cook or ya’ll order sum shit idk

!! 🧸 | she have a whole romantic cottagecore playlist dedicated for you whenever she thinks about you i swear.

!! 🧸 | you participates in her activity of : “knocking-down-neito-whenever-hes-been-an-ass”

!! 🧸 | can’t even afford to scold you the first time ya’ll meet, you’re so beautiful *sob sob*

!! 🧸 | if you’re in a social group space, you’re her favourite person, ya’ll are the duo of the friend group

!! 🧸 | “can’t sleep? that’s okay me too.”

!! 🧸 | picky, very picky eater. ya’ll may have trouble ordering something.

!! 🧸 | you’re the ticklish person, she’s the tickler. if you’re not, she’ll helplessly try to tickle you..-

!! 🧸 | “SPIDER, SPIDER!!”

!! 🧸 | your luck booster, i stg

!! 🧸 | she likes seeing you with fake cat ears, you look so adorable in her perspective

!! 🧸 | “LET’S WATCH A DISNEY MOVIE!!”

!! 🧸 | fast typer when texting.

!! 🧸 | you’re her angel, you are.

!! 🧸 | wants to be a make-up artist somedays.. so you better be ready and prepare to be a mannequin.

!! 🧸 | “you’re so weird *faces you* you’re so weird.”

!! 🧸 | 256 HOURS LONG OF TALK AND CHATS WHEN SHE ENCOUNTERS A LONG TIME FRIEND AT THE MALL

!! 🧸 | she wants to be a princess, your princess

!! 🧸 | SAY THAT YOU LOVE HER HAIR AND SHE WILL FLUSH

!! 🧸 | “why are you so pretty 🥺’

!! 🧸 | cottagecore lesbians :)

!! 🧸 | holding your hands + kisses + pecks on the lips, physical affection <<<<<<<<

!! 🧸 | gives you her stuffies, trust me she have LOADS of stuffies

!! 🧸 | BLUSHES SO HARD WHEN YOU WEAR HER CLOTHES

Sen Kaibara

!! 📢 | you don’t understand, the amount of love he holds for you is HUGE!

!! 📢 | fairly confident when he’s fighting by your side, you give him confidence..

!! 📢 | bad habits to compare your beauty with his

!! 📢 | trying to make him blush? oh honey, you don’t have to try once you have a relationship with him..

!! 📢 | his smile <<<<<<<<<<<<<

!! 📢 | usually quiet but tends to be talkative ONLY to you

!! 📢 | his heart beats faster and faster when you get close to him, but his face says 😐

!! 📢 | “kiss me already, dummy”

!! 📢 | really likes anime actually, ya’ll watch animes or read mangas sometimes :)

!! 📢 | *strokes strokes, scrubs scrubs your hair gently*

!! 📢 | thinks you look so cute in his clothes but doesn’t mention it

!! 📢 | secretly tries to get one of the things you crave for (an item, celebrity’s autograph idk sum shit)

!! 📢 | mockery against you? not on his watch.

!! 📢 | his love language is physical touch *sobs sobs*

!! 📢 | rubs your hand gently to calm you down when you feel anxious

!! 📢 | old times french love songs of edith piaf is his jam..

!! 📢 | hopeless romantic :c

!! 📢 | insecure? not on his watch,

!! 📢 | gives you his juice box to you and only to you

!! 📢 | you’re his first kiss

!! 📢 | BEST HUG GIVER

!! 📢 | the type to put your hair behind your ears

!! 📢 | “you’re my everything..”

!! 📢 | KISSES YOUR CHEEKS INTENSIVELY

!! 📢 | loves to feel euphoric, you make him euphoric

!! 📢 | you get the blower during summer lmao

!! 📢 | buys you loads of icecreams during summer

!! 📢 | go to the heater side during winter, right now, right here.

!! 📢 | everything you ask somethinh, he’ll answer instantly

!! 📢 | want something? dont worry, sen gotchu’

!! 📢 | SIMP

!! 📢 | wants to be someone truly meaningful to you

!! 📢 | you make him feel special for doing literally nothing

!! 📢 | he loves you, so so much.

Ibara Shiozaki

!! 🌱| literally the momo yaoyorazu of class 1-b but more theatrical

!! 🌱| you kinda just already knew that she have a preference for girls

!! 🌱| “mo- mother nature? what kind of silly things are you spouting out of that mouth of yours…”

!! 🌱| you are literally babied by her

!! 🌱| good baker and easily make your favorite dish/dessert

!! 🌱| you’re her top priority, and she carefully pays attention to you. deadass, she’s the type to wipe your mouth with her favorite tissue while she’s talking about a serious matter with her teamates bro

!! 🌱| she’s such a nerd in the rom-com industry, and gets pretty shy when you proceed to do something that is similar to a scene about one of her few rom-com movies. (ex: kadebon)

!! 🌱| she laughs so easily..

!! 🌱| “you’re so precious.”

!! 🌱| she showed all the symptoms of “crushing” back then, and you already knew that.

!! 🌱| everytime you hype her up, she smiles widely

!! 🌱| she’s so gift giving, she can’t leave you without giving you a gift first

!! 🌱| all the gifts you gave her stays safe and sound in her room

!! 🌱| “i might never be your hero, but i’ll be the winner of your heart.”

!! 🌱| she wants you to wear her clothes so ya’ll can match :)

!! 🌱| she’s quite wealthy, so she buys you some expensive gifts that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| always wrap her arms around you everywhere

!! 🌱| teases you but a lot

!! 🌱| she likes to do gardening stuff with you

!! 🌱| full knowledge on plants, every flowers she offers you was because of a characteristic that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| her efforts to be committed in your relationship is so visible

!! 🌱| always slips a little ‘I love you” everydays

!! 🌱| your love, affection and attention is enough to repay her for her consistent efforts.

!! 🌱| gets easily jealous but tries to hide it, but you obviously can tell due to her uncontrollable blush

!! 🌱| as she is so gift giving, you’ll try to argue with her saying she doesn’t need to give her this much gifts

!! 🌱| she gets overwhelmed when you make out of an exam/mission

!! 🌱| loves to give you a head massage while reading a book

!! 🌱| come and stargaze with her >:|

!! 🌱| kisses the back of your hand

!! 🌱| show you off when she have the chance to

!! 🌱| compared to what you may have assumed, she puts a lot of trust in her words when showin’ you off.

!! 🌱| “everyday and everynight, you make me happy just by thinking of your silly little face.”

!! 🌱| HELPS YOU WITH HOMEWORK

!! 🌱| SLEEPOVERS!!

!! 🌱| she felt insecure about her hair, so the fact that you had he audacity to pet her head made her fall inlove with you.

!! 🌱| gets genuinely confused when you laugh at her dramatic behavior

!! 🌱| her humor is kinda bad, so she may laugh at the stupidest thing ever

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

!! 🦈| oh boy, everything would be so wild with him

!! 🦈| you cannot leave the room without giving him a hug first

!! 🦈| awkward, like really

!! 🦈| “you’re the most coolest— beautifulest—…uuh.. person!”

!! 🦈| doesn’t academically succeed a lot, but puts a lot of efforts in his works. every praises you give him makes him smile

!! 🦈| makes you laugh without him knowing

!! 🦈| please, he probably starts to laugh when you start talking too fast because he doesn’t understand-

!! 🦈| in summer, he turns his arms into steel so you can grip against it (since steel is usually cold)

!! 🦈| probably have adhd

!! 🦈| loves to caress your cheeks

!! 🦈| sometimes kisses your little fingers for fun

!! 🦈| buddies to lover trope :D

!! 🦈| uses kaomoji than emojis

!! 🦈| his favorite song is teenage dirtbag

!! 🦈| he requires a good listener as his s/o, because he is a very talkative person and bring numerous topics and persons at the same time when talking to him

!! 🦈| “you’re extra-beautiful..”

!! 🦈| offers a fish related plushie

!! 🦈| shows off his abs for you

!! 🦈| two dumb hoes doing shit trope

!! 🦈| “you kinda remind me of an otter..?

!! 🦈| “wanna be a teenage dirtbag with me?”

!! 🦈| he calls you the popular girl of the school for a reason.. 😭

!! 🦈| calls you tetsutetsu junior when you wear his clothes

!! 🦈| openly admit that ya’ll are in a relationship to everyone

!! 🦈| is actually ticklish himself-

!! 🦈| loves to kiss your forehead

!! 🦈| loves to point out how cute you are

!! 🦈| definitely introduces you to fatgum and kirishima

!! 🦈| he can’t really came up with a petname.. so he’ll give you stupid ones

!! 🦈| as you can tell, he’s clearly not experienced but he tries, for you :)

!! 🦈| okay but power couple

!! 🦈| “if you steal the blankets, i am about to put my cold feets on you.”

!! 🦈| gets out of hands when he’s too excited

!! 🦈| gives you back hugs when you’re not feeling well

!! 🦈| best caregiver 🥺

!! 🦈| adores you

!! 🦈| play games with you :)

!! 🦈| sends you stupid note under the door whenever you’re taking a shit-

Reiko Yanagi

!! 👻|| you managed to get on her soft side when you told her that she wasn’t weird in any ways

!! 👻|| very quiet and patient with you

!! 👻|| really doesn’t wish to disturb or scare you, but she can’t let go of you — you were so nice

!! 👻|| when you tease her.. she’s a blushing mess

!! 👻|| you’re the only person she hangs most of her time with

!! 👻||she thinks that you’re so, so cool.

!! 👻|| doesn’t know how to react to all of your compliments, just knows how to cuddle

!! 👻|| she makes you listen to her favorite genre of music

!! 👻|| she tries her best to make your relationship with her dynamic as possible!

!! 👻|| with that say, praising is one of her top quality

!! 👻|| as much as she doesn’t know how to handle your praise, she can slap you back with her

!! 👻||”hey.. how abour we kiss? uh- um.. if- if you want to.”

!! 👻|| is actually a good kisser-

!! 👻|| her only way to calm you down was to kiss you when you get overwhelmed

!! 👻|| reiko is a really good listener and would literally listen to your 5 hours long story as she stare at you the whole time

!! 👻|| when you mention that her bags were really cool… good job bro, now she loves you

!! 👻|| SHE’S SO CLINGY, LIKE REALLY CLINGY

!! 👻|| unexpectedly good in video games

!! 👻|| “w-whoa.. i didn’t expected you to wear my clothes..you look adorable..”

!! 👻|| gets truly passionate when talking about paranormal facts

!! 👻|| she loves to play with the strands of your hair

!! 👻|| quality time <<<<<<<<

!! 👻|| would always remind you how beautiful you are

!! 👻|| once you have her sweater wrapped around your body, it’s officially yours now because she says so

!! 👻|| soft spokesperson with you bro..

!! 👻|| seems more confident when texting

!! 👻|| she loves taking pictures of you

!! 👻|| she probably wanted to make you visit the beach during the sunset

!! 👻|| she’s so proud of you..

!! 👻|| “oh, you deserve all of the praises of the world.”

!! 👻|| can’t even look at you in the eyes,, you’re so CUTE!!

!! 👻|| never leave you alone, never will or would

!! 👻|| always grips on your shirt so that you don’t get to be lost in a mission

!! 👻|| regularly checks up on you

!! 👻|| gives you LOADS of snacks during lunch

Setsuna Tokage

!! 🐊| COMMITTED IN THE RELATIONSHIP

!! 🐊| literally takes you out everywhere on ya’ll date

!! 🐊| don’t be shy, skateboard with her

!! 🐊| literally asks to be partnered up with you during the sport festivals

!! 🐊| will do everything for you

!! 🐊| have a reptile pet, you’re the only person knowing about that

!! 🐊| CHERISH YOU UNTIL SHE DIES

!! 🐊| “my sweet sweet pumpkin pie!”

!! 🐊| “let me kiss you until you can’t handle me anymore, darling.”

!! 🐊| she loves snuggling to your neck and leave soft kisses

!! 🐊| eyes contact is important

!! 🐊| you’re her favourite person

!! 🐊| ya’ll be ruining your sleep schedule for each other

!! 🐊| you guys always wear something that matches with the other (a hat, item, shirt.. etc.)

!! 🐊| setsuna announces her relationship with you to the class as if she proposed to you in a mariage

aight ya’ll, bye!

[bbmyungho]

Seventeen + an s/o with ADHD

a/n: sorry this isn’t an update on SNCTD; trust me, I’m just as excited as you guys to finish the story, but my mental health hasn’t been all that great lately if i’m being honest, and i’ve missed writing for svt so... two birds with one stone, y’know :) also, quick disclaimer: this specific reaction post will mainly center around my own experience with my ADHD/the symptoms that especially affect me. you may be able to relate to it, you may not, but i hope you enjoy it either way, i tried to include kind of a range of manifestations. if you don’t struggle with ADHD or ADD, i would definitely advise that you look into ways you can better understand people who do and maybe help them out, and if you do struggle with it, remember that you are valid and you matter so much no matter what your brain says or does <3 we all have days where we struggle to understand that, but i swear it’s true and i’m always here if you ever want to talk about it <3

s. coups/seungcheol

always reminding you to take care of yourself and your mental health first

he rubs your head and/or shoulders when you’re having trouble with grounding yourself and staying focused (like he does with jeonghan’s hair i <<<<</////3333)

he’s very good at disguising when he’s gently reminding you about things or encouraging you to get work he knows you have due soon done with jokes or banter (so you don’t feel bad about forgetting or getting distracted)

you bet he’s going to be up in the forums trying to figure out ways other people help out their loved ones and see if there’s anything else he can do to improve how he shows that he’s there for you

jeonghan

very gentle and patient

he hates the sound of his alarm but he keeps one in his phone to remind you to take your medicine (if you take it) because he knows if you’re doing something else when yours goes off you’ll just swipe off and forget about it

every once in a while just out of nowhere he’ll make it a point to remind you how special you are to him and make sure you know that you are so much more than your disability and you’re doing so well with it look at you go

encourages breaks like his life depends on it he really likes to hold you during your breaks pls let him love you

joshua

always brings an extra pair of headphones or an extra mask for you if you tend to misplace or forget things

he keeps reminders and notes about important events or appointments in your schedule in his phone alongside all of his stuff so he can a) know what you’re up to every once in a while and b) make sure you get there on time and prepared with a good luck text from your wonderful boyfriend :)))

he doesn’t mind having to repeat himself if you’re zoned out and he always reminds you you don’t have to apologize when you ask him to; he understands you’re not just uninterested, and he wants to help you get out of the cycle of apologizing for something you can’t control

your hyperfixations become his hyperfixations: he might not be able to really invest in them like you do but he will watch whatever show you want or listen to whatever music

plus whatever he sees when he’s out that relates to it or reminds him of you, he’ll pick it up; v supportive in your hyperfixations!!

jun

jun is a godsend for really bad executive dysfunction days omg

i feel like if you’re ever struggling to get your thoughts in order or think of the right word to say, he knows exactly what you mean and he’ll help you out with it

also i feel like he’s pretty good at keeping up with stuff if you’re super forgetful or tend to misplace things???

like you’ll be looking for your headphone case or something in your bag and he’ll pull it out of his jacket pocket like “oh you asked me to hold them earlier sorry i didn’t give them back” 

probably better at keeping up with your stuff than is he is his own ffs

hoshi/soonyoung

idk if anyone else really does this but i tend to isolate myself especially when i feel like i’m being really overzealous or obnoxious

but soonyoung absolutely hates when you do that

he tries to make it as clear as humanly possible that you could never ever be a burden or an annoyance to him and he likes to sit with you whenever you don’t feel like talking to people

he’s a pretty loud and energetic guy himself so i feel like if you’re having a hard time controlling your hyperactivity he’ll just match your energy

if he catches you picking at your nails or playing with your fingers a lot (just generally fidgeting a lot), he’ll pull you up to dance with him and you’ll let some of that energy out together :)

wonwoo

i feel like wonwoo is super sensitive to your needs and experiences specifically

like he knows exactly how you need him to react when you’re on the verge of tears because you’re so frustrated with yourself for not being able to focus or when you get overstimulated

he’s a pretty chill guy anyways so i feel like overstimulation isn’t a big problem with wonwoo, at least when it’s just you two; when it does happen, he’s content to sit in silence with you as long as you need him to and just hold your hand or stare at your cute face until you feel like you can breathe again

if you’re in need of stimulation, he’ll read to you aloud or turn the sound of whatever game he’s playing up so you can hear what’s going on, too

woozi/jihoon

100% composes little songs for you to listen to for whatever mood you’re in or whatever amount of stimulation you need

i feel like he’s quite awkward dealing with big shutdowns or panic attacks if you get really frustrated or over/under stimulated but he tries his best to be there for you when you need him

much like soonyoung, if you’ll let him sit with you when you feel like no one wants to see you or you don’t want to bother anyone, he’ll jump at the chance

dk/seokmin

sweet boy is so patient and kind :(((

he doesn’t care how many times you trip over your words or have to restart a sentence, he’ll wait for you to finish and will listen intently

he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky doesn’t matter what kind of dumb shit you’re doing or saying

no matter what your brain comes up with or how out of left field it may seem, he’s always got something to say right back that will match your energy babes 

mingyu

mingyu hums to you to help you fall asleep 100%

he can listen to you talk for forever so if your ADHD manifests itself in talkativeness, he’s just that much happier

he always asks if you’ve eaten and will cook for you if you say you’ve forgotten or just haven’t gotten around to it

he likes it when you play with his hands or when he feels your knee bouncing against his if you’re having trouble sitting still, he thinks it’s kinda cute and just a little reminder that you’re there 

the8/minghao

minghao is a man of many talents and interests so he’s always got you with something to do if you’re feeling burnt out on your other interests or just generally bored

will grab your hand and play with your fingers if he notices you picking at your skin/nails a lot or cracking your knuckles

or like if he’s wearing rings that day he’ll hand you one so you can play with it 

that way you’re still receiving some sort of stimulation but you’re not literally tearing skin off of your hand or about to break your wrists so win-win

seungkwan

he likes to play song association games with you sometimes, whether it be an attempt to help with your dysfunction or just to see how far out of line you guys can get

he always sends you a good morning text with a reminder to take your medicine (again, if you’re medicated) and wishing you a great day

if you get frustrated and sad with yourself then he’ll get sad as well and do everything in his power to cheer you up

he’s always encouraging you and making it a point to remind you that you’re valid and you’re doing your best even if it feels like you aren’t

vernon

mans doesn’t know where or what he is half the time tbh so i don’t think executive dysfunction would be too much of a problem for him

you two communicate without words all the time, you understand each other better than anyone else

he’s pretty go with the flow like he can be just as hyper and loud and energetic as you or he can just lay there with you cuddled up on his chest, it doesn’t matter to him, he just wants to match your energy

he tries to listen to you well and learn as much as he can about ways he can help when you need him to

like joshua, will probably carry around extra headphones or an extra mask or something just incase you misplace or forget yours

dino/chan

he’s a bit clueless, at least at first, but he tries really hard to learn

he probably is the type to carry a fidget spinner or some sort of fidget device for you to play with if those kinds of things help you

he’s also probably very awkward about handing it to you because idk he’s just weird??

always happy to try out new things with you when you’re feeling burnt out on your old hobbies or try to teach you a new dance routine or something to keep you occupied

[jazzanddaydreams]

Evidence and reasons to ship Sophiana that literally no one asked for

Disclaimer: I myself am a multi-shipper, so I ship both Sophiana AND Dexiana (and sokeefe of course), but anyway here's my reasoning for Sophiana (no hate to the other ships). This is WAYYYYY overly long and my adhd brain is crying trying to proof-read it so fair warning

1. Representation in this series. Even though I know it probably won't happen with these two, I can still dream. 

2. Both Sophie and Biana are strong independent females who have been sucked (mainly unknowingly) into love triangles in the midst of whatever mess is going on with the Neverseen. 

3. In the beginning of the series, Biana seemed to hate Sophie, but after persuasion from Alden, became friends with Sophie. From there, the two of them have had a couple of rocky moments (Alden's memory break, where she didn't hate Sophie, she just wouldn't talk to her or anyone, which is less harmful of a reaction that Fitz's. Also when Stina reveals that Biana became friends with Sophie initially because of her dad) but overall have been growing into good friends. 

Now for my evidence (be forewarned there's a LOT, but still not all my evidence bc I mainly skimmed through my books I had on hand): 

Book 1: 

Fitz in the first book is shocked when Sophie says she thinks Biana hates her, stating that they're  pretty similar (first book, I don't remember the page number or exact quote). 

 Page 272, in general, when Sophie hands Biana her midterms present, and Biana asks if she's coming over for dinner. After that interaction, both Dex and Maruca (Biana's best friend at the time) are glaring at Sophie. Maruca's reaction can be explained by being best friends and feeling like she's losing Biana (though hmm....), but Dex's reaction is a bit harder to explain, thus my reasoning. Dex at this time has a major crush on Sophie, and yes he hates the Vackers, but that doesn't explain why he's mad at Sophie, unless he feels like he has competition from Biana for Sophie's affections, and is glaring to try and stop her from forgetting he's an option (oh boy my poor child). 

Also just through the rest of this book, when Sophie is having troubles or avoiding her, Biana is actually worried, and cares about her friend, not lashing out at her, just wondering if she's going to come over, and being obviously disappointed when Sophie declines her invitations. "She's right though. Red is definitely your color." 

Book 2: 

Page 567. "'Uh, I've always known that,' Dex said, sitting on her other side. 'But remember? I like weird.' 'Me too,' Biana chimed in." We know later that this statement from Dex was him literally saying that he liked Sophie, but the big thing about this is that Biana agrees immediately after. Before Fitz agrees. This could be read as just friends, but I read it otherwise. 

Book 3: Page 590. Biana is fighting Gisela on Mount Everest, in extreme conditions. Sophie looks at her and is like "Did you know Biana could fight like that?" like she's impressed, and I mean it's very impressive because she's taking down an adult in extreme conditions, but they're in the middle of a fight, and Sophie takes the time to notice and point out Biana's fighting skills. Which seems a little bit ship-y. Later on this page she is written as smiling at imagining Biana fighting Fitz and Keefe and smiling, and then screaming when Biana almost dies, along with Biana's former crush (Keefe) and her brother (Fitz). 

Page 511. Biana literally hides in Magnate Leto's office when Sophie was getting her ability restricting circlet (HIGHLY FORBIDDEN AND DANGEROUS) and watches in silent support. She breaks so many rules doing that, and then to top it off, on this page she says she doesn't "think I could've been that brave." Which is extremely sweet given the circumstances, and knowing just how much she risked going in with Sophie and yet calling Sophie the brave one, it's just very sweet. 

Book 4: 

(Oh boy I love this one there's so much fuel here.) 

 Page 9. "Dex pretended to gag, while Biana stared at Keefe's arm around Sophie." This is generally read as Biana being jealous of Sophie getting Keefe's attention, but it can also be read as Biana being jealous of Keefe being able to get that close to Sophie in that way (and that is how I am choosing to interpret it). 

I would also like to point out that Biana chooses to run away with Sophie to be with the Black Swan. She doesn't have to. She could stay in the Lost Cities and serve her minimal punishment, then get back to her life. But she chooses the dangerous option to BE WITH SOPHIE, which speaks a lot about these two and how their relationship has grown from mutual animosity to ride-or-die friendship. 

Page 31. "'But we're in costume!' Biana argued. 'Yeah, but you guys will stand out. I mean...look at you. You look like models.'" Sophie literally says Biana looks like a model (along with the boys of course, but she's including EVERYONE in her group) (plus she also comments in her head NUMEROUS times that Biana is gorgeous, or pretty, or looks like a princess, and I don't know about you but I don't go around thinking about how gorgeous all my friends look, I mean they're all amazing people but I don't go around thinking "oh wow [friend] looks like a fabulous princess with their on point makeup and effortless looking outfit." It's just a little bit indicative  that Sophie might like Biana as more than just a friend, hidden in the deep reaches of her oblivion at least). 

Also I would just like to point out that on page 38, when the group sees the statue of David, Keefe immediately reacts to it, and Sophie has no immediate gross out factor, she's just like yeah it's art and this dude is naked so what, which I find a bit telling but idk. 

Bonus: Biana finds the fact that the statue is naked a bit disgusting, and is terrified at the thought of running into it, which also seems a bit telling. 

Page 77. aka the page where Biana compliments Sophie's eyes and calls them "striking and unique." 

Page 167, 168, 169. THEY LITERALLY SLEEP IN THE SAME BED TOGETHER TO COMFORT EACH OTHER. BIANA WENT TO SOPHIE'S ROOM FIRST WHEN SHE COULDN'T SLEEP AND IS IN NEED OF COMFORT, EVEN THOUGH HER MOM IS literally within walking distance away. 

Page 168 "The soft sound of Biana's breathing made the room feel warmer"

Page 615 "...especially when she realized Biana was there too. She pulled her soggy hair forward to cover her face. 'It's cold here.' 'It is,' Biana agreed. Sophie couldn't tell if the strain in Biana's voice was exhaustion or something else." This is after Biana and Alvar interrupt Sophie and Keefe basically cuddling in the cold after almost dying. This could be interpreted as Biana being sad that Sophie seems to be choosing Keefe over her, and she's struggling to deal with that. 

*~*

After these moments, Biana kind of fades into the background, along with Dex, until around book 8 (and even then....yes I'm a bit bitter that my girl doesn't get page time), so I'm going to skip ahead. 

Book 8: 

page 135. "...next to her daughter wearing a peacock blue gown with shimmering gold beading that was almost as stunningly beautiful as she was." Reminding you of her constant appeal to Biana's appearance, and also this is after Biana has been MAJORLY scarred, yet Sophie still finds her beautiful and oh look I'm crying now (onto the next!) 

Page 256: "'You okay?' Biana asked, plopping down beside Sophie on the grass and reaching out to brush some of the fallen pinkish, purplish, bluish petals out of Sophie's hair." this kind of thing is generally reserved for Fitz or Keefe, so I was SHOCKED when I read this. She's pulling the 'brushing the person's hair out of their face' ploy and I'm so here for it. 

Also, just Biana's reactions to Sophie dating her brother are a bit odd, as if she is only reluctantly okay with them being together. 

Unlocked (8.5): 

Biana's file: page 76. "Ultimately, though, Biana and Sophie have grown to genuinely respect and admire each other, and are now well and truly friends." This is under the heading explaining that Biana has trouble making friends because of complications with her brother,  and then goes on to mainly explain Biana's friendship with Sophie, which just...points toward the slim possibility of Sophiana. 

I'm not holding out a lot of hope, because I know it's probably not going to become reality, but I do have my reasoning and a decent amount of evidence, and I still can enjoy my ship from afar as the ship wars rage on. Because with these two gals, we could: 

1. Have the possibility of a healthy relationship where neither party is afraid to tell the other something

2. both balance each other out personality-wise

3. they've also gone through some rough spots but in all have retained a steady friendship in which Sophie isn't afraid Biana will betray her or hate her for anything (unlike SOME boys (I'm sorry, I love Keefe it’s just his decisions haven’t been all that great lately)) 

So yeah, tl;dr Biana and Sophie have the possibility of being in a great relationship built on support and trust and I put way too much effort into this

(Part 1 bc I’ll have more evidence eventually)

[katsukari]

So I made another request but a read one of aizawa, Toshinori and Hizashi reacting and dealing with an s/o with adhd. I was wondering if you would like to do one where Taishiro, Kugo, and hawks reacting and dealing with an s/o with adhd? You don’t have to do it if this is a hard topic as it’s pretty hard to understand if you don’t have it or know someone who has it that you’re close with.

Hello again! I can certainly try my best. Two of my sisters have struggled with attention disorders so I know a little bit, but I don’t claim to be an expert. I’m gonna do some reading on this to make sure I get this as accurate as possible. I’m gonna apologize because these are a little short, and please let me know if something isn’t quite right, I would love to know! 

How would Taishiro, Kugo and Hawks react to having a s/o with adhd?

FatGum/Taishiro Toyomitsu

He would be very understanding and empathetic.

Would gladly help you find your keys for the umpteenth time, because they never quite make it to the small basket on the counter.

That happens a lot. Things wind up making it halfway to where they’re supposed to be, strewn out across the apartment. The dishes go half finished because you just couldn’t get through them. That is, until you get the urge to clean it all. He tries to make sure you never do it all by yourself though.

When you get stressed and everything seems like too much he’s your rock. He’ll bring you in close and remind you that eventually everything will be fine. You will be fine. You will recover. 

Sensory overload happens a lot for you, bright lights and loud sounds are your enemies, so when it happens at home you hide away in the dark of your bedroom. Toyomitsu will give you space, but will often sneak into the room to leave a glass of water for you on the nightstand. 

Have you ever seen an 8′2ft tall man sneak?

He notices that you’re always moving. It doesn’t matter even if you’re in bed, your legs are moving back and forth. 

You play with your hands a lot, and when you hold hands you rub your thumb across the back of his hand. He loves it when you do that, but knows its probably because you’re anxious or are having a hard time focusing, so he’ll give your hand a light squeeze and check in with you to make sure you’re okay.

Overall he just does his best to make sure you take care of yourself.

Gang Orca/Kugo Sakamata

He’s a hard one to place. I think he would be one hold you accountable. Not in a harsh way, but in a sense that he wants you to feel better, and he knows that you sometimes are hard on yourself for struggling. 

So, when you have a deadline coming up and you haven’t even begun on your work, you can bet he will be right there reminding you. He won’t do the work for you, but he will sit with you when you need him. 

He will definitely encourage you to make a schedule, keep a routine. When you tell him they don’t exactly work for you he offers to keep one with you, to do what he can with you. 

When you struggle doing tasks at home he won’t mind giving you a hand, helping you to finish whatever it was that you were doing.(not that you don’t share housework) 

If you have medication he’s on you like clockwork to take it every morning. Knows that sometimes it can make you feel unwell, so will make sure to give you a glass of water and a hug, running his hands over your hair.

Will always listen to you when you speak about your hyper-fixations. Is amazed by the amount of knowledge you hold about certain subjects, but he worries about you when you lose yourself for days.

Puzzles are a big one for you, you will spend days doing puzzles, and he always makes sure that you eat and take breaks, even though its hard for you.

He wants you to feel supported. Encouraged. He tries his best.

Hawks/ Keigo Takami

I’ve seen a few people suggest that he has adhd as well, which could be true. To him I don’t think it’s going to really be a big deal, so long as you stay healthy, you know what I mean?

The thing that gets him is when your mood rapidly changes. You’ll get done laughing, and then a moment later, for reasons he doesn’t yet know you’ll be sad, or guilty or a variety of other emotions. 

He hates it when you feel guilty about things like procrastination, when the apartment is a mess, or when you’ve just calmed down from being upset. He’ll wrap you in his arms, his wings curling in around you, and remind you “You’re human just like the rest of us babe. It’ll be okay.”

He probably has trouble focusing at home too, so watching movies with the two of you is really just the both of you talking or scrolling on your phones. He doesn’t mind, he finds you much more interesting anyway.

You two literally never finish anything. Books, movies, tv shows. You finish food. But that’s about it.

He’s a touchy person, he loves to have his hands on you, so when you get overloaded and can’t stand to be touched he gets a little sad. Especially at the beginning of the relationship and it had never come up before, he took it a little personal, and thought you didn’t like him touching you.

Once you explained it though he understood. Now when it hits you he just gives you the space you need. He could wait, your health came first. 

Will support you through anything, and though he may not always be the best for stopping your impulsive decisions (like dying your hair blue at 3 am), he really does want you to be the happiest and healthiest version of yourself.

[buried-in-autumn-leaves]

A Sister’s Promise (The Dress)

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Relationships: B.O.Y.D./Huey Duck (Disney: DuckTales), Lena (Disney: DuckTales)/Webby Vanderquack

Characters: B.O.Y.D. (Disney: DuckTales), Huey Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Lena (Disney: DuckTales), Webby Vanderquack, Louie Duck (mentioned)

Word Count: 3027

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Movie nights are common for the kids. With such exciting lives outside and inside the mansion, there was something calming about nights like these. Where they would all sneak into Webby's room after the adults had gone to bed. Windows would be left open for Boyd, Lena, and the others to get in from outside without risking the front door.

This night was not unlike the others, but it was considerably smaller, only Webby and Huey currently present. They were waiting on Lena, who was expected to arrive soon. The absent of the other triplets was requested by Huey actually, and though odd, Webby didn't question it. She was sure there was a reason, and she'd learned not to question things between the three of them. As she finished bringing in the pile of blankets from the hall closet (They weren't meant to go in there, but what the others didn't know wouldn't hurt them.) Huey had settled on the floor across from the TV, "Hey Webs, throw me a snack?"

She reached into the basket next to her, where the group had kept all the snacks they've managed to sneak out of the kitchen. As she tossed a candy bar towards Huey, a tap could be heard on the window behind her. Huey jumped out of his seat.

"What was that?"

"Oh, I forgot to open the window. Probably just Lena, don't worry." She made a point made a point of reassuring them often, knowing how bad his anxiety could get. She ran over and threw open the window. Just as she said, as it opened a shadow could be seen moving on the wall, into the rooms, and then down onto the floor. After a second, the shadow faded, letting Lena's physical form take shape.

They smiled at Webby, "Hey, sorry, still not good at the whole 'going through windows' thing. The others not here yet?"

"It's actually just us this time, but I might invite BOYD over after Tangled. We're watching Big Hero Six, and it's his favourite-" She froze, and looked back over at Huey, her tone teasing. "Oh, would that be okay Huey?"

"Well not if you're gonna talk like that." He responded, rolling his eyes. Their crush on the android friend wasn't exactly a secret to anyone, but Boyd was kind of oblivious when it came to stuff like that, so thankfully he hadn't figured it out yet.

She noticed a backpack that had been hidden behind Huey before he had sat down. "Oh, are you sleeping in here? You can, of course. I'm just not sure how we'd keep that one from Dewey and Louie since you share a room and everything."

"Oh, no I wasn't planning on it, I just brought something I wanted to show you." He seemed a bit nervous, but mostly excited? "Just wait here for a second, I'll be right back!"

Without giving Webby or Lena a chance to answer, they ran out of Webby's room and she heard them enter the bathroom next door. Lena laughed, grabbing a random bag out of the basket of snacks and sitting down next to Webby. "Jeez, you guys are weird."

Webby awkwardly half-laughed back. "Yeah…" It wasn't anything Lena did, of course. She was just curious about what Huey could possibly be hiding.

A few minutes had passed. Webby and Lena were watching an Ottoman Empire rerun as they waited for Huey to come back. As the hosts once again started arguing, the two turned around, hearing a slightly static sound. Lena ran over to the source first. She pulled something out from under Webby's bed. "It's your walkie-talkie."

"Webby, please pick up, I need your help with something." Huey's voice could be heard clearly through the talkie, and Webby, confused, ran over to answer.

"Huey? Why do you even have your talkie on you? What's going on?"

"Junior Woodchuck Rule #1: 'Always expect the unexpected.' But that doesn't matter. Dewey's out in the hall. I need you to get rid of him for me."

"Get rid of him? Why? You're starting to worry me…"

"It's nothing bad, I promise. Just do this for me, please?" He seemed sure, and he didn't seem too upset, so choosing to once again not press the issue, (at least for now) Webby sighed and handed the device to Lena.

"I'll be right back, this shouldn't take more than a minute."

"It's not a problem, Pink. But I am not gonna pause this episode." Lena laughed, sitting back down near the TV. Smiling slightly, Webby nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Just as Huey had said, Dewey was walking around in the hall. He was carrying a tape measure and a clipboard. Webby watched as he seemed to write something down and hold the tape measure against a portion of the wall.

"Um… Dewey?" He turned around quickly, going to hide the objects behind his back. What he didn't expect was for the tape measure to snap shut and hit him in the side of the head. Exclaiming in pain, he shook his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Hey Webby, how are you?" He said, clearly not wanting to explain.

"I don't-" She started, then sighed, deciding the conversation probably wasn't worth it. "Just put this off for the night and I won’t tell anyone what just happened. I'm trying to sleep."

"Fine, deal. Oh, have you seen Huey? He didn't actually tell us where he was going." He picked up the dropped items from the floor.

Panicking, Webby stuttered, trying to think of something that's not suspicious. "He's uh… With Boyd!"

Not a good idea, apparently. Dewey looked surprised, before questioning. "Boyd? Like the Gearloose robo-kid Boyd? OH! Did he finally ask him out?! Louie so owes me $10-"

"What?! No, I- Wait you guys were betting?" She scoffed. She'd definitely be bringing that up later. How dare they not tell her? She could've won so easily! "Anyways, it doesn't matter. Just please let me go to bed."

Previous plans completely forgotten, Dewey nodded and ran back towards his room, yelling at Louie about the money. Once she was sure he wasn't coming back, Webby walked over to the wall where he had just been standing and picked up the clipboard that now lay forgotten on the ground.

"Indoor waterslide? Well, at least he got the measurements right…" Placing the board back down on the ground, she skipped over to bathroom door, grateful that the triplets were so easily distracted. She knocked once on the door, speaking quietly.

"He's gone, you owe me." She wasn't completely serious, of course, but Huey was definitely texting Boyd later that night. It was about time something happened between them, anyways.

"Thanks Webs. I'll be back in just a minute, don't wait for me."

Back in the room, she sat down next to Lena, who was just as curious as she was about Huey's plans. After pausing the show on the TV, they spoke up.

"What do you think he's hiding? I mean not wanting the adults to see I get, but their brothers? I mean I just don't get it."

"I know. This has only happened like once before, and that was when…" She trailed off, then gasped, smiling. "New clothes."

"What?"

"They got new clothes! Oh maybe it's a skirt, we were looking at some the other day-"

She was cut off by a knock at the door, and stopped talking immediately. "Who is it?"

"It's Huey, I just wanted to be able to see your first reaction to this-" Webby interrupted him once again.

"Is it a new outfit?" She asked, excitedly. She heard a sigh from the other side of the door.

"Jeez Webs, you ruin all my surprises."

Then the door opened, and there was Huey, pink and red butterfly clips in his hair, wearing a dress.

It was red, and pretty simple in design, reaching down to where Webby's skirts normally landed when they wore them. After a few seconds of shock, Webby finally seemed to realise what was happening, and squealed. She ran over, almost choking Huey in a tight hug. As he looked behind her, he saw Lena smiling, hands flapping as she ran over to look at the clips.

"These are so cute! Did you make them?"

"Yeah I just-"

"How did you even get this?! Donald and the others always go shopping with you. Oh let me go get my camera!"

"Well I had to-"

"What style would this be considered? I think you'd look really good in a sort of pastel emo vibe, you know? Maybe we could-"

At this point Huey had stopped processing what was being said. The shouting combined with the flash of Webby's camera was so much and it hurt. He pushed his way through Webby and Lena and shakily walked over to the corner of the room the light didn't quite reach. He immediately sat down against the wall and pulled their knees up to his chest, hiding their head and rocking slowly. That was when the others seemed to realise the issue. Webby was the first to act.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry-" She spoke quietly, frowning when Huey had tried to sign that he was okay. "Lena, there's a pair of headphones on my bed. Go grab them for me please?" Lena nodded and quickly went to retrieve them.

So, sensory overload.

It wasn't uncommon for Huey to have these episodes. His ADHD commonly contrasted with his sister's, hers being more hyperactive while his was more inattentive. There was nothing inherently bad about that of course, sometimes it was even a positive part of their dynamic. However it also caused Webby to commonly forget about how bad Huey's sensory issues could get, and so her hyperactivity has caused Huey to go through these episodes a few times before. Still, she never felt and less awful every time it happened.

But this wasn't about her, so she cleared her throat and blinked back the tears as Lena came back and handed her the headphones. She walked over to where Huey was still in that same position on the floor and put the headphones on the floor next to them. She then ran over to a box on her nightstand. Her creative nature had helped her make a variety of stim toys for the others based off how she'd seen them act. Louie had a noise based fidget cube, Dewey a necklace with different chew-safe pieces on it in different textures, etc.

She pulled out Huey's, which was her personal favourite she'd made. One of Huey's main soothers is soft textures like plushies, so that's what she focused on. The plush cube had different fabrics on each side, ranging from longer fur-like fabric to fleece to silk. She made sure there were slight separations between fabrics so Huey had full control on which texture he was touching. This feeling of control tended to help them calm down.

When she walked back over to where Huey was, they were wearing the headphones, and his head was up, but the rocking was still going on. She walked over and handed him the cube, being careful not to touch him directly until he said they were okay with contact.

As this was going on, Lena had gone over to the doorway to dim the lights. The feature was installed by Webby (only starting two fires in the process) after Huey's first overload. And sure, it would've probably been easier to ask one of the adults to help her, but where's the fun in that?

Webby and Lena waited in an awkward silence, letting Huey calm down fully. It seemed the overload left them nonverbal, at least for the moment. Fortunately, since these episodes were common enough, being nonverbal wouldn't completely cut off their ability to communicate. The two had learned basic sign language a few months prior. It wasn't difficult, considering how many languages Webby already knew and how quickly Huey could memorize things like that.

"How're you feeling?" She signed slowly, giving Huey a second to process. After a moment, he raised his hands, only slightly shaking now, to answer.

"Fine, just voice troubles again."

"Are you sure? Do you need anything?" As the conversation went on, Webby said both her own and Huey's parts out loud so Lena would know what's going on. She had attempted to learn the language along with Huey, but turns out it's a little harder to focus on such small details when you can just magic yourself a solution to pretty much any problem.

"Yeah, I'm sure." He responded. "But I don't think I can answer those questions you asked earlier right now. Maybe we could just start the movie first?"

Webby smiled, handing the remote over to Lena, who went to look for the movie. "Yeah, of course. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

Huey smiled back and nodded, moving out of the corner and back to where Lena and Webby had set up for the movie. Leaning back against the end of Webby's bed, Huey smiled at their sister, turning his attention to the movie, that had just started.

-

By the time Mother Gothel had started warning Rapunzel about the dangers outside the tower, Huey had completely recovered. He cleared his throat, gaining the other's attention.

"I'm okay now. Uhm, to answer the questions, yes I made the clips. They're a pretty simple design, so I just stole some basic welding equipment from Gyro's lab while Boyd distracted him for me. And I didn't buy the dress, I made it. Sewing is one of the first badges I got, so it wasn't too difficult."

"That's really impressive, you know," Lena insisted. "You always say stuff like that. 'It's not that much, it's not a big deal.' Give yourself some credit."

Huey gave a small smile and nodded. "Noted… Thanks, Lena."

"Don't sweat it, nerd."

"She's right. And sorry, again. I keep forgetting and I really didn’t mean to-" Webby rambled before Huey cut her off.

"It's fine Webby, really. I know you didn’t mean to, you wouldn't do that." He said, mirroring the times she would always reassure them after an overload or any sort of episode.

Webby smiled at that, and then turned back towards the screen. However, the silent watching of the movie didn't last long, because it seemed Webby had one more question.

"Hey, Huey?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you hide this stuff from your brothers?" She asked quietly, frowning when Huey tensed up at the question. "You don't have to answer, I was just curious-"

"No… It's fine. Just caught me off guard I guess." He trailed off, absentmindedly staring at the TV. "I don't know, really. I think it's just because I want them to take me seriously?" He ended the statement more like a question.

"What do you mean?" Lena butted into the conversation, pausing the movie.

Huey shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it's a stupid fear." This got Webby to smack their arm lightly.

"It's not stupid. You have bad anxiety, and you overthink stuff. Think about Louie. When he came out, did you start treating him like a child? I mean, any more then you already do?" She laughed. Louie was always treated like the youngest sibling by a huge margin, despite only being a few minutes younger.

He shook his head. "No..."

Smiling now, Webby spoke up again, teasing. "Well? What did you do?"

Huey sighed, laughing slightly. "I altered his dress into a suit design."

"Exactly!" She exclaimed, beaming. "And Dewey helped! In his own way... But everything went fine. And it'll go fine with you too, I promise."

They didn't answer, simply smiling and nodding slightly. "You can start the movie again, Lena."

As the characters danced across the screen, Huey looked down at their dress, smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric.

Maybe Webby was right. Maybe it would be okay. I mean they were family, right? He decided he should talk to Della first. That would be easiest. Plus she may be able to help talk to their brothers. She was their mom, right? If she told them, then nothing could really go wrong, at least for the moment.

He thought about how he would tell her, going through individual lines of dialogue and things she could ask or say. This internal monologue was interrupted by someone snapping in front of his face.

"Huey? You there?" Webby asked, smiling.

"Huh? Yeah, sorry. Just thinking. What's up?"

"You have your phone on you, right?"

They nodded, pulling the phone out of the bag that had held the dress. "Need me to call Vi or something?" His phone was quickly snatched out of his hand, and he looked at Webby, confused.

"Nope! It's just this movie's almost over so Boyd is gonna be here in a few minutes-" She paused, looking over at Lena, "Ah, speaking of which, could you please open the window, Lena?" When they walked over to open it, Webby turned back towards Huey. "But anyways, since he's gonna be here, I'm taking this so you'll actually have to talk to him. And if you really don't want to tell him that's fine. Obviously I won't force you. But I really think he likes you."

Shaking his head, Huey laughed. "I mean, nothing else could go wrong tonight…"

"Yeah! And if anything goes wrong I can just delete the memory from his software!" She said, beaming.

"No!" Huey yelled, looking at the door and waiting a moment before talking quieter. "We've talked about this. No editing Boyd's memories!"

"Yeah yeah, I know. So what do you say?" She asked, excitedly.

She watched as Huey looked down at his dress again, and looked up, grinning.

"I'll tell him. As long as you don't try to mess with anything, and you can't be in the same room when I do it. I'll drag him out to the garden or something. Deal?" He held his hand out towards her, and she shook it immediately.

"Deal!"

[lassieposting]

ghasdug for couple questions if you like feeding me

1. Who said I love you first?

Ghastly. Mid-orgasm. The first time they slept together. He. Is. Mortified.

2. Who laughs and kisses their partner on the cheek while their partner isn’t happy about something trivial to try and make them feel better?

Skug. Ghastly has some inadequacy issues during their first century or so, mostly about being ugly and poor - he knows skug could do better. He's attractive, he's funny, he can be very sweet when he wants to be - he could make an excellent match with someone as landed and titled and wealthy as he is.

Skug does try to reassure him, but between his tactlessness and his tendency to not take anything seriously, he kind of sucks at it. Ghastly feels like his being "less than" is a big hurdle, while skug sees it as a trivial difference - he's much happier living with ghastly's family in their cramped farmhouse than he ever was at his parents' vast estate. So he tries to turn it into a joke - "good thing I'm handsome enough for both of us, then," - while completely missing the point that ghastly wants forever with him, and he's worried he's going to spend the rest of forever getting looked down on and whispered about because skulduggery could've done better.

3. Who cuddles up to the other after a long day at work, and this soon escalates to a playful pillow fight?

Ghastly is the cuddler. It escalates because skug is adhd as hell and cannot just lie still and snuggle for long without getting bored. He needs constant stimulation. He'll sit on the counter while ghastly works and chat for hours though, swinging his legs and passing over tools when ghastly needs them

4. What is something that they gave one another that has a lot of meaning?

Ghastly makes all skug's clothes, including his armour, because he doesn't trust anyone else to keep skug safe in battle.

Ghastly has skug's signet ring, which he found in the burned down-ruins of the pleasant family home after skug was killed. For decades, it's the only thing he had left of skug - the clothes ghastly made, the scarf wifey made, and the locket with wifey and skugbab's portraits inside were all cut away and burned, and the house was razed to the ground. Skug knows he has it, but he's never asked for it back.

5. How would one another describe their partner?

Skug would either deliberately misread the question ("What, haven't you seen him? How could you miss ghastly? He's...he's this high and built like a wall.") or come out with something explicit to deter follow-up questions.

Ghastly mostly talks about how annoying skug is, but it's? Endearing to him. At this stage of their lives, he is the only person who's actually happy to listen to like, an eight hour infodump with no breaks. Skug is. A Lot to handle and society does not have the terminology for him yet.

6. Who wraps their arms around their partner as they look them in the eyes and compliments them with a goofy smile?

Ghastly. Skug, under all the vanity and egocentrism, has critically low self-esteem and very little self-worth. He's the Family Scapegoat, and got the lion's share of the abuse before he ran away, so he absolutely melts for compliments. The boy has praise kink up the wazoo. Ghastly will happily feed his ego to watch him get the smile and the sparkly eyes and puff up like a proud peacock.

7. Who loves saying ‘my wife’ or ‘my husband’ or ‘my spouse’?

They don't really have this tbh? Not only is the vocabulary of the period insufficient, they see the relationship differently.

Skug is like. Anxious-avoidant attachment personified. He doesn't like to get too close. He falls in love with ghastly a long time before he's able to admit it to himself, let alone anyone else. He essentially treats their relationship like a fuckbuddies kind of deal, and he feels safe like that, because he can't be hurt by someone he doesn't care about. He can't be let down or abandoned by someone who has no commitment to him in the first place. Admitting he loves ghastly leaves him vulnerable, and if he's learned anything in his childhood, its that vulnerable people are the ones who get hurt.

Ghastly on the other hand considers skug his boyfriend, and there's no equivalent term from the 1500s. "Gentleman caller" hardly applies when you live under the same roof and share a room (and, more often than not, a bed), so nobody is calling on anyone. Privately, he thinks of skug as his lover, but he knows skug is allergic to intimacy, so he keeps that to himself for the most part.

So ghastly usually introduces skug as "this is my - this is skulduggery pleasant" and skug usually introduces ghastly as "this is my dear friend, ghastly".

8. Who always talks about how amazing their partner is when their partner isn’t there and they just light up with genuine love and happiness?

Ghastly. Skug is his first love, and he's completely lost in it. He's had crushes before, on pretty girls who only ever spoke to him to enquire after his "handsome brother", and strapping young men at market who avoided looking at him to speak to his father, but he's never felt anything like this before. He lives with skug. He sees him first thing in the morning and last thing at night, he sees him happy and depressed and drunk and furious, he kisses him and fights with him and fucks him and defends him and laughs with him and cries with him and for years and years, they're inseparable. He's? Completely unprepared for how hard he falls for skug.

9. Who loves it when their partner kisses them good morning?

Ghastly. Drowsy morning skug is snuggliest skug. He doesn't get as many snuggles as he'd like, tbh, because skug is active and easily distracted and doesn't like staying still for too long, but in the early morning is when he's most likely to be warm and cuddly and relaxed, and when he's least concerned about keeping ghastly at arms length. He'll pull skug back against his chest and he'll wiggle round to press a sleepy kiss to the corner of ghastly's mouth and tuck his head under ghastly's chin, and he'll doze off again with his hand stroking idly up and down skug's spine.

10. Who shows the other how to balance a spoon on their nose?

Ghastly.

11. Who loves to pull pranks on the other? What type of pranks do they pull and do they pull their pranks off?

Skug likes to pick up the absolute ugliest thing he can find while shopping and pretend he loves it while ghastly cringes and swears blind that he will not be seen with you while you're wearing that thing, skulduggery, so help him god. What usually happens is that skug pulls his new purchase to pieces as soon as they get home, and then gets ghastly to make it up better.

12. What is something small that they would randomly pick up for one another?

Skug taught ghastly to read, so he'd bring home books for him while he was learning and get ghastly to read to him, lying with his head in ghastly's lap and lazily correcting his pronunciation or reminding him how to sound out the words.

Ghastly doesn't have the sort of disposable income skug does, so he makes him things instead, like stylish hats with feathers in them, even though he personally hates that fashion and is delighted when it dies.

13. Who is the one who can’t stop laughing when trying to tell a joke?

Skug. Ghastly loves watching him laugh till he chokes though. He adores seeing skug happy.

14. Who would plan the other a surprise birthday party?

Ghastly. Skug is an attention whore, he loves that kind of thing. An entire event all for him? Hell yes, baby

Ghastly himself, on the other hand, is painfully insecure and selfconscious at this stage of his life, and he'd be mortified at being the centre of attention like that. Skug is a vain, arrogant dick, but he's not cruel. He wouldn't make ghastly feel bad for funsies.

15. Who picks the other person up when hugging their partner?

Ghastly picks skug up. There's not much of a height difference between them, just two inches, but teenage skug is a lanky little twink and ghastly could benchpress him, which skug is rabidly horny over. Because, you know, muscles.

Once they join the army and skug fills out and gets all lean and fit and strong, ghastly can still pick him up, but he absolutely complains that he weighs a ton now.

Adult skug can lift/mostly carry ghastly in an emergency, like if he's injured and needs to be helped back to camp or carried off a battlefield. But it's difficult, and ghastly is really too heavy for him, so picking him up isn't something he'd do for fun. Teenage skug can't pick ghastly up at all.

[adultswim2021]

Ephemera Week (2002)

It’s still ephemera week, and we’re still talking about John K. I said most of my piece on him in the last post, so don’t expect there to go full bore on this one, except I forgot to say he’s animation’s Jerry Lewis. His current stuff is basically Hardly Working. I will not elaborate, because I’m being mean to you0.

MARCH SPECIALS!

In March, Adult Swim advertised a run of one-off specials. A couple of them were already covered because they fell under the parameters of “Adult Swim original production”. They were Welcome to Eltingville (March 3rd) and Saddle Rash (March 24th).

Day in the Life of Ranger Smith | March 10th 2002 - 11:00 PM (Originally aired on Cartoon Network in 1999)

This was one of two specials commissioned by Cartoon Network re-imagining Yogi Bear. The artist what took this assignment was John K, who I REEEAALLY skewered in last night’s post, didn’t I?

This is about Ranger Smith harassing animals and writing them up for violating park rules, basically. It’s short! I remember liking it at the time! Okay, maybe I’m going crazy here, but I distinctly remembered a part at the end where Ranger Smith is in bed and he solemnly confides in the viewer that the noises of wilderness give him nightmares and then it just ends. Did I imagine this? It does end with him in bed, but this doesn’t happen in the version on YouTube (which is from the Adult Swim airing). Huh.

Boo Boo Runs Wild | March 10th 2002 - 11:15PM (Originally aired on Cartoon Network in 1999)

Boo Boo Runs Wild was another one of these stand-alone Yogi Bear John K specials. This one was 30 minutes long. The Ranger Smith short was a brief 7 minutes; I’m guessing they aired a couple Capt. Lingers or something to fill time.

This one is about Boo Boo reverting to his feral nature and causing BIIIIG problems! This special would later go on to be kind of a weird trolling thing Adult Swim would do where they aired it every Sunday for a few months, even promoting regularly. This was like 2006, I think? They’d also air it as part of April Fools. Is that Adult Swim admitting this special sorta sucks? Does it sorta suck? Again, I liked these at the time and REFUSED to actively rewatch these for this write-up. Sorry.

The Jetsons: Father and Son Day/The Best Son | March 10th, 2002 11:45PM (Originally aired on CartoonNetwork.com in 2001) Our John K rock block ends with a pair of Jetsons shorts, Father and Son Day and The Best Son respectively. This is kinda the same deal as his Yogi Bear shorts, but these were exclusive for Cartoon Network’s website. I remember watching them on there. They are as bad as you’d expect late-period John K internet shorts to be, though the second short is a superior version of Spielberg’s A.I. (in that it’s shorter).

Night of the Living Doo | March 17th, 2002 - 11:00PM (originally aired on Cartoon Network, 2001)

Night of the Living Doo originally aired as wraparound segments during a Halloween Scooby Doo marathon on Cartoon Network. It’s kinda like an episode of the Scooby Doo Movies, which shoehorned in a guest star each episode. Suddenly my man Dick Van Dyke be running a carnival and shit. That’s the Scooby Doo Movies. At the end of the night they played all the wraparound segments in one uninterrupted sitting, so the viewer could appreciate it as an actual full-on Scooby Doo episode. Night of the Living Doo functioned both as an extension of that series as well as a parody. The guests were Gary Coleman, David Cross, and the very cool band Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. It was all very self-deprecating and had jokes about the absurdity of Scooby Doo tropes. Well trod territory by this point, sure. But this is better than most irreverent Scooby Doo things. It didn’t hurt that I was a HUGE David Cross fan when this aired. Is this where I tell the stupid-ass story about getting mad at a message board guy for not liking David Cross? Sure. Okay, yeah. When this aired on Adult Swim a guy on Kon’s (hi Kon) message board posted something about not finding David Cross funny, shrugging that he didn’t get the hype. He cited this and his appearances in the Men in Black movies, and nothing else as proof for his lackluster comedy skills. It’s kinda like deeming Eddie Murphy as a bad comedian after watching Dr. Doolittle.

The point of this special is that David Cross is a little wooden and stilted, like in the old Scooby Doo Movies episodes. This poster revealed that he never heard David Cross’s stand-up or seen Mr. Show, explaining “I don’t watch puppet shows” A response that still baffles me to this day. Why Mr. Show isn’t a-- WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT? I’m not even sure if there was EVER a puppet on Mr. Show*. David wasn’t even a guest on Crank Yankers at this point! SO WHAT THE FUCK? To this day whenever mutual pals from that board get together and watch a movie or show and a puppet appears we make a joke about this guy. Good story? No? Fuck you.

Other stuff about this show: When it originally aired on Cartoon Network it was a little bit longer than the Adult Swim version. There’s a missing scene. I think it’s David trying to play an improv game with a mummy or something. At one point I had it on tape, but I’m not sure I kept it. Sorry.

*sorry to be coy here, but I do know of at least one puppet on Mr. Show, episode 204 there is brief footage of Grass Valley Greg putting on a puppet show for his staff. This CAN’T be the source of the confusion, can it? It’s literally like, 5 seconds.

MAIL BAG

This’ll teach me to skip a day cuz this really piled up. Thanks, guys. I love all the attention. It is my favorite thing.

I never really saw oblongs as something for the hot topic set. They had Invader Zim and Squee for that kind of shit. Oblongs feel like it was always directly targeting me: the shut-in comedy nerd who would appreciate will ferrell and the sklars being in a thing. Since they ended up doing the exact same show with Janeane Garofalo and David Cross a few years later it seems like that was the goal.

Yeah, I guess that also makes sense. There were a few elements that were kinda gothy but this show was mostly just Angus Oblong ahem, clowning around (puckering mouth to stifle laughter like Chris Elliott in Cabin Boy)

What are your thoughts on the other adult animation blocks of the past couple decades? Spike's notriously failed attempt. Animation Domination. Apparently Syfy has had their own going?

Spike was irredeemably bad. People think this shit is easy. Animation Domination is sorta legit, but it’s anchored by mostly crap. That ADHD thing was kinda good and underrated. Is that still going on? I wish I were more diligent about watching/recording that. Some of them bumpers were good. Also, we mustn’t forget MTV’s oddities. They were kinda the first cable network to court Adult Animation as their thing. They deserve some kind of credit for that. I’m sure they’re doing fine.

I'm having a nice big thing of spaghetti for dinner with some chicken parm? Jealous?

I’ve never had those are they good

What does Ephemera mean? Why is this happenening? Why aren't you talking about 10 Home Movies episodes in a row like a good boy.

In dude time, my friend. In dude time

What would be your Adult Swim dream come true?

Having a complete archive of Adult Swim blocks on a harddrive like Don Giller has with his Letterman archive. Even the commercials and shit. I know of a guy who was a regular taper of the entire block from night 1 but I’m not sure he kept up with it when they went nightly. I should ask him if he still has his tapes, huh?

That or they bring back the BUILD YOUR OWN DVD thing but with blu-rays and you can make your own bumps, which was a different thing they had. THEY SHOULD COMBINE THEM. And you can master it in SD if you wanna put 10 hours of stuff on a disk.

All this is archival bullshit dork shit. Real answer: Clay Croker comes back from the dead and every block is hosted by Space Ghost. That’d be it, right?

If anyone has genuine/better answers please write in with them I wanna keep this conversation going. ‘kay?

McDonalds reintroduces limited edition Adult Swim Toys. You can get them all (plus an extra to keep wrapped for collectors purposes) but you have to spend 20 dollars at McDonalds to grab them all. This is the last day of the promotion. You have to personally eat everything you buy but you can take it home. You can only buy one of each food item. What are you getting? I know the longer the mailbag message is the quicker you are inclined to give some glib remark but indulge this one for once.

Oh wow. I’m literally going to take this seriously. I’d roll in as breakfast was ending. Get myself a McChicken Biscuit and a Bacon Egg & Cheese McGriddle, hashbrowns and a Coffee. Gobble that knob on down. Wipe my mouth with a napkin. It’s lunchtime, bitch. Big Mac, Large Fries, BIG ass soda. You feel me, dude? Lemme tally up. Okay, probably need more. 20 piece nugget. Take that home cuz I’m probably gonna have to save some for dinner. That’s probably 20 bucks right there, especially if you go to the McDonalds on Burnside where all the menu items are more expensive because of the amount of security they have to hire (did you know that different McDonalds have different prices even in the same city? I didn’t until very recently). If this somehow doesn’t satisfy my price point I get a Vanilla shake and eat it anally DURING my BIG D squirt sesh, so it’ll spend as little time in my body as possible. Wait, do I get something for this? I might do this tomorrow just cuz. It sounds like a funky thing to do

Do you think you'll open an Adult Swim mueseum at some point? You seem to be the only steward of its history.

Unless I’m hired to by a large corporation, probably not. Also I don’t think I actually have much in the way of merch other than DVDs. I stopped being a DVD completist at some point around Freaknick The Musical. Oh, I never EVER bought a Robot Chicken DVD, EVER. I literally had a nightmare once that one appeared in my collection.

Hey! Please keep us abreast any time you put more of your garbage on eBay. Maybe you can put your wedding dress on there, you big girl.

Fucking sexist/trasphobic behavior.

Check out my eBay auctions I got season 18 of NCIS up there and some other things :)

The Ripping Friends blow chunks. I don't care if a rapist or the opposite of a rapist (a virgin who volunteers, lol) made it. It sucks a high hard one like when Ozzy banged the Cheiftan's Wife in that Black Sabbath TV Funhouse cartoon. Tell me more.

Tell you more?

Name one rap song you tolerate lol. You can't say anything by weird al or marky mark.

I guess I like the song the pest sings from the motion picture The Pest

Are there any good podcasts on adult swim?

The official one hosted by Matt Harrigan is good, but I’ve only bounced around on it. I don’t know if there’s any formal recap ones. I simply don’t know!

HE'S GIVING HIGH HARD ONE TO CHEIFTAN'S WIFE? UH OH!

Buddy, you are BANNED for LIFE from my MAIL BAG! You drive me CRAZY!

[saundraswriting]

Missed Signals Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Reki might have a problem. He gets hyperfixated. He is too loud. He has a delayed sleep schedule. He forgets to eat and drink sometimes. He zones out a lot, and even more when he tries to pay attention. He fidgets with his hair and his clothes and his skin to the point of injury. His brain works, sometimes. Other times he has to fight it. He has learned to cope enough over the years but just like everything else, some days are better than others.

WARNINGS: Nothing too grand, descriptions of ADHD symptoms,

NOTES: I am trying to cope with what I am thinking is undiagnosed ADHD by projecting onto my favorite characters. I mean no harm and no offense.

Ao3 // Missed Signals Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Next Chapter

With the sound of the last bell, Reki and Langa tore off to the skate park. They had just finished mid terms. Both boys were lookin forward to the three day weekend. They both missed going to 'S' and the skate park and even Joe's place, trying to studying as much as possible. Langa was still terrible with his Japanese and Math even though he was getting better. Reki's English and Biology scores were dismal, but he seemed to be scoring consistently well on his other tests.

"Hey, Langa, Reki! Over here!" Joe called. "Long time no see." The four other skaters were standing near a bench in the skate park all seeming to wait for the two high schoolers.

"Joe! Cherry!" Reki's bright grin was visible to them from the entrance.

"Shadow! Miya!" Langa was a little more subdued in his greater but no less enthusiastic.

Both boys felt a weight shift off their shoulders at the presence of their friends. They were really finished with midterms, they had three days to hang out and skate with each other. Their week of hard work seemed to finally pay off.

"Hello there, boys. How did midterms go?" Cherry asked. He was dressed in his robes but had his hair up.

"I think we did okay. It helps that we struggle in different subjects. I am glad we decided to take the days to review things." Reki said.

"It was a smart idea to use past test to study off of, instead of just notes. Your notes are also so lacking but you do so well on the tests." Langa commented absently as he bent to retie his shoe.

"What do you mean?"' Joe asked Langa. They all watched as Langa fiddled with his shoelaces.

"Oh. Um. Reki often forgets his homework or his notes are very scattered. Rarely does he remember his homework and take good notes. But he scores high on his tests. I even overheard the teachers discussing that if he applied himself and did his homework and took better notes Reki easily could be a top student." At the second mention of his name, Reki stopped looking at his phone and came back to the conversation, glancing at Langa who was sighing at his shoe.

"Langa, your aglet is broken. You'll need new laces. but for now I think some tape will do." Reki said. Everyone looked at him confused. "What? The thing on the end of your laces is called an aglet. It is derived from old French meaning 'needle' or 'pin' designed for lacing shoes or bags easier. Originally they were for ornamental reasons." Reki rattled off unprompted into the silence. His face grew pink at the attention of the others.

"Reki, why do you know that?" Miya asked.

"I had a period of time where I customized shoes for people. I liked how different it was from doing a board. I could show off my art skills better and helped steady my hand a bit more." Reki shrugged, not seeing the big deal.

"You know the old French origins of a part of a shoe no one cares about but you can't be bothered to learn English?" Cherry demanded.

Reki shrugged again, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassment evident. "I don't mean to not do it. I sit down and I get ready to do it but then my mind blanks. Sometimes I can force myself but then I am frustrated quickly and easily irritated. Sometimes I work on it at school but then my notes are shitty." Reki rubbed his forehead, voice hard. "Sometimes the lights are too bright. Sometimes my brain says no to English but yes to physics and even sometimes my brain says no to everything and I just sit there telling myself all the things I need to do but it is all too much and not enough." Reki's hands begin to shake, while Joe and Cherry share a look over his head.

"Skating is the only thin that helps. But when I skate I give up time that I could be studying or working on the homework. I don't mean to be bad at school, just sometimes I can't help it." Reki seemed to curl in on himself, drawing his shoulders up and ducking his head down. His voice grew small and weak.

"Reki we didn't mean to make you upset. We were just curious. You aren't the only person that has issues organizing their thoughts or staying focused. Has this been an issue for a while?" Cherry gently asked. Reki seemed to relax when the group stayed quiet, seeming to expect derogatory comments.

"I think I began noticing in my second year of middle school." Reki spoke to the ground, unable to look at anyone in the eye. Langa could see his muscles tensing, sensing Reki's desire to bolt.

"That is enough of that. We came here to skate. Let's skate." Joe broke the tension seeming to sense Reki's urge to flee.

"Yes! I have something I want to show you slimes." Miya skated off after joe towards the halfpipe, throwing taunts over his shoulder as he went. Reki and Lana flew after him, throwing their own teasing comments at Shadow, who deemed himself the adult supervisor of the rowdy children.

Cherry and Joe hung back a bit, watching them all tear off. The previous conversation still lingering in the air. Both adults tracking a brightly laughing Reki as he skated around Miya and Langa.

"Poor kid. That must be so frustrating. He tried to make it out like it was no big deal but even if he learned some coping mechanisms, they won't work all the time if he doesn't know what the source of the problem is." Cherry said.

"He won't. He isn't self aware enough to know that he even has symptoms. He seems to have an executive dysfunction though." Joe said, thinking back to his high school days, where everything was too much and not enough, the days of skating until the small hours to hopefully be able to focus, the cooking and baking he did to keep from tearing things apart.

"Maybe we can help him? Maybe if we play our cards right he will even let us. He is so smart, it must be terrible to be stuck in your own head like that." Cherry said, finally picking up his board. Joe followed suit.

"The hardest part is the executive dysfunction. You need and want to do the thing but because you're frontal cortex didn't develop fully you completely freeze and your brain checks out and you are worthless all day. No one else can really get it unless they know. It is hard to explain it to neurotypicals." Joe tried to explain to the best of his abilities. Cherry nodded and made a mental note to research neurotypicals and neurodevelopment disorders.

The two adults finally made it over to see everyone was in the middle of a trick imitating game. Miya was keeping the tricks to a lower difficulty than normal so Reki wouldn't get to disheartened Joe noticed. Langa was doing pretty well, some of the more subtle footwork tripping him up since he wasn't a long term veteran. They skated for a few more hours before finally taking a water break. They were leaning against the fence or the bench or even each other in Reki and Langa's case. Langa had his full attention on Reki as he lectured on another topic, Cherry wasn't sure but it seemed to be about the manhole covers in the streets.

"They have to be round cause any other shape will fall in when turned upright. It is to save the people who are in the pipe below it." Reki was saying. Langa soaked up every word, and Cherry almost felt sorry for how gone the kid was for Reki.

"Honestly kid, why do you know that?' Joe said, looking just as interested. Cherry could only sigh and hope he wasn't as readable on how gone for his idiot gorilla.

"I collect interesting facts. I like to keep them in my brain, never know when you need them." Reki said. Joe just smiled down at the young man, fondly.

"Of course you do, kid. Of course you do."

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

this is for the shipping event and i’m mostly interested in young justice! if possible could i get 1, 2, 5, 6 and 8? if you can’t do all that’s fine! if i ramble a lot during this sorry 😔

i’m Erica, i’m bi! and mean! but not really, i’m really only “mean” to people i’m close to and even then that’s jokingly or because i’m flustered or really passionate about something and don’t know how to word things. i try to be very kind otherwise! i actually have a “nativity” streak because of it. i don’t know i just don’t see a reason why anyone would feel a need to lie to me. like what am i gonna do tell one of my 2 friends? i have adhd so that affects my personality a lot! im really forgetful and sorta flighty, i can barely tell my left from my right, and apparently apparently im real out there with my thoughts. idk people have always said im weird all my life and i used to be real sensitive about it but as i’ve grown older i’ve learned to enjoy it. im weird and a freak and people find that funny! that’s fun :). i’m a real introvert i try to keep to myself partially because of social anxiety and partly because like! i care about people a lot and quite easily! but frankly i find caring quite tiring. i’m loyal to a fault and i care about the people around me a lot maybe even though i shouldn’t. i’m weirdly self aware about most of my flaws i have like, a need to understand myself and those around me. i like it that people are flawed and weird! don’t think they’d be human otherwise. bitches can be so funky and strange and i think that’s just! fucking neat. i care a lot and like it when people come to me because like, i’m an eldest sibling so taking care of others sorta comes easily.

im an artist! i like to draw most i’ve been doing it since i was young, but i like all forms of art! been writing more recently, trying to learn more about music, won’t fucking dance tho. can’t, even. i’m really interested in psychology because i like to understand humans to the best of my ability! humans are so weird what’s our deal man. i like just walking around new places, but only occasionally since i’m a bit of a homebody. but sometimes you just get the get up and go ya know? like you just GOTTA go somewhere and right NOW or you’ll EXPLODE. i usually like going out with others just because i like going out with people and love but also so i don’t have to talk to people they can do it for me.

i hate people who disregard others comfort for their own amusement or people who try to read into my words like i’m some type of puzzle. when i said NO i meant NO there’s nothing more to it. i don’t like it when people who don’t know touch me, like at all. and by touch me i mean like grab my shoulder or my wrist or whatever. it freaks me out! i usually get scared and tense up. not something i DESPISE but sure don’t like it. i also don’t like it when people go through my shit or take my things without my permission partially because i’m such a pushy ass bitch, i would’ve just said yes. you literally just have to ask i’m a big old pushover. otherwise i think as long as people listen to me and are kind (sometimes even when they’re unkind) im pretty easy going. i don’t know what people have been through or what they’re currently going through and it really doesn’t feel like any of my right to get upset most of the time

my ideal date is pretty chill! i might not even have one tbh idk. i can’t imagine dating someone who i didn’t at one point consider a friend because of my own trust issues so like, we could just be hanging and watching movies or going to an arcade or whatever! as long as we’re together and having a good time i don’t care. would prefer to avoid something like sky diving or some shit because A, anxiety and B, rather afraid of heights. but ya never know might love that shit won’t know until you try i guess. highly doubt i’d love it because frankly sounds horrifying to me. but who knows!

I hope you like it!!

S/O: M'Gann M'orzz

Best Friend: Dick Grayson

Mentor: Roy Harper

Rival: Conner Kent

Secret Admirer: Bart Allen

[pluviophile-bookworm]

Understanding and acceptance: a short story consisting of things that actually happened

[A/N: I was on the phone with my mum and she told me that I seem to be in a creative mood and that I should write something. I decided to kill two birds with one stone and share a personal story while also writing it as if it’s fiction. So here goes.]

Word count: 2K

-- 2 weeks ago --

It’s a quiet Saturday evening. My brother Max and I are walking home together, deep in conversation. I have no memory of what the conversation had been about when it started, but I do remember that it somehow got to this:

‘...all this assuming you’re straight, of course, and I’m not assuming anything--’

‘What does being straight mean?’ Max says in a tone that tells me he genuinely doesn’t know. So I feel obligated to explain it in the simplest terms possible. ‘Well, in your case it would mean that you, a boy, like girls.’

‘Well, that’s the normal thing for any person!’ He nearly cuts me off with this. I calculate my next step carefully.

‘Not every person,’ I say, keeping my voice as calm as possible. ‘I’m not straight.’ Of course, he knows that. I came out to my whole family at once three years ago, hoping for the awkward discussions to be over with that. It hasn’t worked out quite as I envisioned it yet.

‘Yeah, but you’re not normal either,’ Max parries. Can’t argue with that. Lucky for me, that is when we reach the front door and each one goes off to mind their own business.

I know very well just how ‘not normal’ I am. Not in that cliche ‘I’m not like other girls’ way, but in a way that causes Bulgarians undereducated on mental health and identity labels (which is unfortunately most people over 30) to brand a person clinically insane, unstable, a threat to the Traditional Bulgarian Family™. Being aroace and having severe social anxiety and ADHD to top it off, I hardly classify as ‘normal’. This is a frequent cause for arguments at the dinner table at home, most of which end in a. tears and/ or a panic attack on my part, b. my father storming off and pretending to be asleep whenever someone goes to call him back to dinner, c. my brother gluing himself to his phone, leaving his plate half-untouched, d. my mother crying over ‘what kind of mother am I that I can’t even have my family together at the table once’, and usually e. all of the above. 

For this scenario to play out, however, the whole family of four is required to be present. So fortunately it only happens every other weekend when Dad and I come back home from the capital, where we have been living for the better part of three years now, ever since he got promoted and I started uni. When I’m away from my loving but over-controlling mum and my brother, who seemed to become obnoxious overnight the moment he turned 13 a little over a year ago, I usually have significantly fewer reasons to cry or feel anxious about... you name it. So we do fine. For the most part.

-- this evening --

I am watching Joe and Frankie’s performance of A Whole New World for the thousandth time today when I get a text from Mum.

Mum: How’s my girl doing?

Mum: I haven’t been able to hear from you with all the fuss about your brother.

Max is at that point in his education where he’s applying for high schools. His exam results have just come in and now everyone in the family is stressing about whether his scores will be enough to get him into the school he wants to go to. It’s a big deal, but with all the Rodfini magic going on (and with how terribly behind I am on my internship assignment) I have just been completely unable to care.

Speaking of Rodfini and A Whole New World, I have been repressing the instinctive urge to send my mum the video all day, and when I get her texts, I almost nearly muster up the courage to do it. But between me and her, this is not something you do over text. So I give her a ring instead. 

When she picks up, the sound of her voice combined with the anxiety over what I want to tell her makes me tear up and the words are stuck in my throat. 

‘Erm-- Mum, can I tell you something?’ I say, still not sure if I’m not about to regret taking up the subject at all.

‘Dear, you know you can tell me anything,’ she says, sounding concerned at my obviously-trying-to-swallow-tears voice.

‘You mean it?’ I ask, listening to her tone to make sure. I wish I could read tones better. ‘Anything?’

‘Is something wrong, honey?’ Oh gods, she’s in a really benevolent mood. I grow more and more afraid of ruining that with my ‘obsession with gays’. 

‘Erm, so I guess you should know Dad and I had the tiniest disagreement just now,’ I say, deciding last minute to start with something she might deem ‘more relevant to the family’s personal lives’. ‘You know, we were watching the Euros and then the match ended and we watched the news, and then Dad changed the channel so he could watch the next match. And I was like ‘whoa, what’s with the video quality’, and so dad was like ‘you really need go get your eyes checked out’; and I tried to explain that there was a very obvious difference in quality between the two channels, and he kept yelling at me that I was ruining my eyesight spending all day staring at a screen.’

‘Did he sound annoyed or just concerned?’ Mum asks me.

‘I know what you’re thinking. And I know full well that he’s my parent and he’s concerned about my health. But you should have heard his tone.’

‘So are you two in a fight now?’

‘No. Well, I don’t know.’ I really don’t. It’s hard to tell when one side of the argument refuses to talk about his feelings as if that will kill him. But I don’t tell Mum that. She’s been dealing with Dad since long before I was even planned, so she knows him better than I do. ‘The thing is, he called me back and said that, well, one of the channels was HD and the other was not, so there was indeed a difference, but he thought it was ‘unnatural’ that I was able to register it so immediately, and he kept insisting there was something wrong with my eyes. I should think that seeing something quickly would be a sign of good vision, not bad. Besides,’ I keep talking, nearly  desperate to justify myself, ‘I did some research and sensitivity to light is a symptom of ADHD. So it’s nothing new, really.’

‘Oh, please, dear. You’re of a new generation, and ADHD is something of the older generation. Don’t be so quick to self-diagnose.’

I guess there’s some reason to what she says, or at least the last part of it, so I give up on pursuing the subject further. ‘Yeah, anyway,’ I say, ‘I just thought it was all a bit rich coming from the man who refuses to wear his prescription glasses. I haven’t got any prescription glasses, you know.’

I don’t want to come off too cheeky because I still want to try and talk to her about how happy Rodfini have made me today. A while ago, Mum would accuse me of only calling her to complain when I was unhappy, so I have since made it a point to call her when I am happy and tell her so. That’s why I’ve been itching to share this with her. And now the time has come.

‘You know, I’ve been crying in a completely different way today,’ I begin tentatively. ‘A good way, A really, really good way,’ I add quickly before she can get worried again.

‘Yeah? So what was it that made you so happy that you cried?’ Goodness, there’s no turning back now. I decide to proceed with caution.

‘Oh, well, it was this performance, you know. A really beautiful song. So I’ve been wanting to show it to you, but I was worried about how you’d react.’

‘And why would that be?’ she asks in the same kind tone that keeps making me anxious about potentially ruining everything.

‘Well, erm...’ I feel myself start to stutter. ‘See, it’s a love song, and it’s... ok, I’ll just say it. It’s sung by two guys. As in, a couple, you see.’ I keep feeling up the ground with my words, anxious to hear her reaction. It’s like when I’m opening an exam result -- I want to know, but I’m too scared to look. And so now, in my anxious despair to know what she thinks about it, I miss the beginning of her response. ‘And I know how you are about those things, so I...’ I genuinely don’t know what to say. I’ve done my thing again. I’ve kept talking so much that she hasn’t even been able to react audibly. So I trail off, determined to let her speak this time.

‘Ok, but... why do you get so affected by those things?’ Mum says, starting to sound suspiciously like she’s about to question my own orientation again. I feel the need to justify myself for the second time since the conversation has started.

‘Well, it’s just that... I really wish you would just see them, Mum. If you could just see how they look at each other, you’d see that there’s just love. So much love. And joy at being able to express themselves as they are.’

I’m speaking from the heart now. I am finally letting out how much I want her to give them a chance because she deserves to see and hear their magical performance. She must be sensing the anguished sincerity in my voice as I finally manage to stop crying and I smile through the tears, because she says, ‘Dear, are you... are you trying to tell me something there?’

I sigh. She’s asked me this question nearly every time I’ve started speaking ‘too’ passionately about anything LGBTQ+ Which isn’t an awful lot in her presence, but there have been several occasions. Once about Solangelo, at the beach. Once about NPH and his husband David and their children, at the dinner table, as I was trying to explain how same-sex couples can have kids; that one resulted in a seriously bad scene of the type I described earlier. Once about a participant in a reality show who identified as a gay man then, but has recently come out as a trans woman; whenever she’s been mentioned on television, I’ve fought to repress my inner urge to express my happiness for her and the representation she is for the Bulgarian LGBTQ+ community. I wonder even now if my parents have noticed my silence on the subject -- because they certainly do notice when I am not silent.

So now, when the time seems to have come for me to set things straight about my non-straight-ness (bad pun very much intended), I try my best to keep my voice from shaking. ‘I’m not trying to tell you anything I haven’t already told you, Mum. Really.’

‘Are you perhaps attracted to the same gender, dear?’ It seems so unbelievable that she’s said it, and even more that she’s worded like that, but she really has. I force myself to be calm and patient.

‘No, Mum. I’ve told you -- I am not attracted to any gender, be it male, female or anything else, really. You know that.’

‘Well, it sounded as if you--’

‘No, Mum. Really. But I do need you to understand that part of my identity is that I feel the need to support people with other identities different from straight. I’m happy for their successes. I'm concerned about their issues. They’re a sort of family to me. Do you understand that?’ I say, relieved to be speaking my truth at last. At the same time, I try to sound as reasonable and mature about the whole thing as possible. I don’t want to put her off, especially not now that I’m knee-deep in the subject already. I’ve gone too far to turn back now.

‘Yes, honey. Yes, I do. I just don’t want you to exert yourself emotionally, is all. Plus I’ve been so stressed out about your brother and all, you know...’

‘Yeah, I do know. And I know he’ll be fine. He’s a nice boy. I just wished he didn’t keep calling me ‘abnormal’ all the time...’

‘Oh, well, don’t listen to him. He’s been quite stressed out too. And he’s 14. It’s just how he is at this age.’

I’m not too sure about that. ‘Boys will be boys’. It’s ok for boys, then, to pour salt into their neurodivergent sisters’ wounds? I don’t think so. But I can’t fix every problem in one talk. Plus my mum sounds tired now.

So I just say, ‘I guess... Well, anyway, thank you so much, Mum. For hearing me out, and for supporting me, and for everything else. Please don’t worry so much.’

But I know she can’t not worry at all. I’ve got that from her.

‘If you’re sure you’re all ok now, dear...’

‘Yeah, mum, I am. Or I will be. You know, there’s this expression with English, ‘to run with something’. So I’ve been telling myself, I’ll at least try to walk with things. You know I’m not much of a runner anyway.’ I actually laugh, even though the pun is quite untranslatable into Bulgarian.

‘You know I’m proud of you, right?’

I know that has very little to do with the kind of pride I’ve been celebrating all month, but I say, ‘Of course I do. And you know what? I’m quite proud of myself, too.’ I can’t believe I’m saying it, but I mean it. I mean it wholeheartedly this time.

‘I’m nearly falling asleep, though, dear, so I say we call it a night?’

‘Good night, Mummy. And thanks.’

I hang up. Then I forward the video to her.

I’ve come so far, indeed. I reckon we both have.