#SHE MADE US DO A TEST ON THE FIRST DAY LIKE WTF???

[rubber-glovs]

GUYS I FINISHED SCHOOL

[tkbrokkoli]

nnnnggghh are these ppl fuckling stupid wtffffff

[sukisheadlights]

hey there!!! could you make headcanons for all the Voltron guys for when they realize that (she/her) reader is like actually someone they could date/ end up with? like they get turned on by something she did or something like that? you don't have to but thanks for reading anyway </3

Voltron Paladins realizing Reader is someone they could end up with!

req: yes words: 873 pairing: voltron x reader content: fluff a/n: I was actually planning on writing something similar so thanks for the ask anon! <3

Keith

Keith isn’t interested in love (until he realizes he can date you) BUT FOR THE MOMENT HE’S NOT!

Both of you are still determining when you got close as well. You protected him once in battle, and since then, you’ve just stuck together.

And he of course protects you when he can because he's grateful you saved his life.

So you guys became friends,,, that was news to Lance btw.

Slowly you let each other into your lives, and now you train together often.

You were never ‘better’ than him at fighting (you actually just made yourself lose sometimes) and Keith sometimes ‘lost’ to make you just a little happy (little did he know hehe)

But today? Oh, you weren’t playing that’s for sure. He was super confused at first, then he was impressed, and then he was turned on. Which is fair because you looked straight out of a magazine, the ‘hot’ sweaty and perfectly messy hair.

When did you get so hot?

And boom. He felt he was on earth again because realization hit him like a TRAIN.

You were his age, and you were hot, and you could totally be a thing. And wtf is wrong with Keith? He's never thought of you like this.

Yeah, so that’s that.

And then he gets all awkward around you, and you guys haven't had a training session together since then. He always conveniently has something to do when you try to ask him.

Goddamnit.

Lance

You’ve been friends with him since the good old garrison days.

You grew to like the dork’s presence

You’ve always known he’s flirty, that’s just Lance.

Getting you flowers (sometimes), flirting with you in the hallways, and even when you’re fighting with the galra.

You always rolled your eyes, scoffed at him, or brushed him off but today?

Violence

You were so ready to mess with him too

You woke up with mischief on your mind

And mischief you created

BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE

OK SO

Lance was flirting with you while fighting the galra

And he expected you to react normally but nooooo

You flirted back

AND THEN YOU WINK AT HIM

SHOOT A GALRA SOLDIER

AND LEAVE !???!!?!!!?!?!?!!?!?

Lance MALFUNCTIONS

Like lance.exe has STOPPED working

DECEASED

Keith’s snickering in the background! (And Shiro too but he won’t admit that, for Lance’s sake)

“Shut it.” is all Lance says for like 10 minutes

You’re hot, He’s hot, and you guys could end up together

You’re a woman now

And you could have him ENTIRELY at his knees.

Hunk

Hunk misses earth

So much

He stops talking as much and wanders around the castle

He didn't think anyone noticed

But you did

And you felt SO bad for him

So when you stop at the mall to get teleduv lenses you seek away

And get the closest possible ingredients to make his favorite treat

Ice cream sandwiches (real)

You’re testing weird white heavy cream adjacent substances and so much more all for him

You might get sick

Oh well

You sneak back and he gives you a weird “Where were you?” look,

But you just ignore

And then you slave away in the kitchen and finally end up with something that’s ice cream sandwich adjacent 

“What’re you making?”

“Ice cream sandwiches”

“Oh for the team? You should have let me help”

“No”

Confused hunk

“It’s just for us” and you hold up an ice cream sandwich for him

His face LIGHTS up and he gladly accepts it

Then you guys sit on the floor and just talk about life and how both of you feel

All night.

It's freaking adorable

He realises how much he adores you, and how he absolutely loves you and all of your little quirks

It doesn’t even matter when the ice cream starts melting, he’d much rather focus on you and talk. Only occasionally taking bites when you do

Pidge

Pidge always knew you were datable

And an amazing person

But she started falling for you when the paladins were trying to tell her to not go find Matt

You stepped in a stood up for her, gaining Shiro’s support.

And then when she was ready to leave she saw you putting your stuff into your lion

“You don’t think I’ll leave you alone, do you?”

She knows it’s because someone will need to be there for her in case Matt is gone

But she doesn’t complain

It’s a silent brewing of love and appreciation

And she’s so grateful to have you in her life

Shiro

When Keith was confused and stuck without Shiro, you stepped up and found him

He was surprised at first

But you took care of him and helped him out as he got better

You were there for him to lean on. Always.

Literally and figuratively 

His appreciation turned into adoration and then his adoration turned into pure, genuine love

Once he was fully healthy again

He’d try to pay it back to you

By protecting you when you went against any threats

ESPECIALLY when you were out of your lion

And then it just becomes a thing where you protect each other

It’s adorable

He loves you and he protects you

And vice versa

Adorable, I say.

[reidbae]

Elation

summary: You arrive late to your profiling class, and your entrance turn all eyes on you: Including a certain brunette professor's.

pairing: sub!prof!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: teacher x student relationship, age gap (reader is 22+ and spencer is 32+), AFAB!reader, palming, choking, hair pulling, unprotected piv sex (do not do this pls), vaginal sex, degradation (m receiving), praise (m and f receiving), use of y/n before smut but ma'am and miss during, mild breeding kink, public sex technically, use of a gag, literally just filth tbh, reader is the dom but spencer's kinda bratty/semi-dominant and bites her back, idc if this is unrealistic BUT NO ONE SEES Y'ALL OK

a/n: HELLO i am very sorry for my disappearance and i am very glad to be back! also thank y’all for 200 followers wtf <3 i hope you like this! :) (also see if you can catch the 68 kill reference)

w/c: 4k

You walked as quickly as you could to your class, your heels making your presence loud and known as you held your bag over your shoulder, a late pass in your hand.

You had to finish a test for another class that morning, and, as a result, would be late to your first class of the day, your profiling class. You had warned your professor, Professor Reid, ahead of time that you would be late to his class today, but it wasn't going to make walking in any less embarrassing, especially if he was in the middle of a lecture.

You were wearing a short red dress, that clearly accentuated your figure, and it was a bit revealing around your chest. You were in black heels, too, and your hair and makeup made you look incredibly dolled up. Not that you had anything in particular going on today, but it wasn't a crime to look good, was it?

Besides, some attention from Professor Reid wouldn't hurt.

The man was undeniably attractive. Older, yes, but attractive. You weren't one of those girls who was only auditing his class to stare at him, but anyone in their right mind would take a liking to both him and his appearance.

Not that you were looking for the attention (Or were you?), but it would be nice.

You pushed open the door to the classroom, and you instantly muttered a number of expletives under your breath as the door creaked loudly. All eyes immediately landed on you, including Professor Reid's, but you maintained your composure.

Your presence cut Spencer off mid-sentence, and, as you suspected, he was in the middle of a lecture when you opened the classroom door. His eyes bored into yours, quickly scanning your figure, as you tried to close the door as quietly as possible.

You walked down to the front of the classroom to give Spencer your late pass, your heels clicking the wooden floor, that, in that moment, seemed to be creakier than the door. You felt like you were on a runway with the way everyone was staring at you, and your walk was earning several whistles and murmurs from your classmates.

It was only tolerable because you knew that the only reason everyone was staring was because you looked good.

"Sorry I'm late, sir," you said to Spencer as you handed him your late pass. His face was red, redder than you'd ever seen it, and—Was that sweat on his forehead? Once again, his eyes shamelessly roamed your body, and he had to clear his throat to get himself to talk.

"No worries. I hope your test went well," Spencer smiled at you. You muttered a brief, "Thank you," before taking a seat in the front row.

As you did, the whistles and chatter from your classmates continued, to which Spencer responded, "Okay, relax. I'm sure if Miss Y/L/N wanted those completely inappropriate whistles, she would ask for them." Your classmates chatter dissolved into laughter at the comment, and your face broke into a smile. "Now, shall we?"

For the entirety of the lecture, Spencer's eyes seemed to never leave yours, or your outfit. You knew that it wasn't technically abnormal for him to be looking at you, considering the fact that he was giving a lecture, and would naturally be looking at the class, but the attention his eyes were giving you was too hard to ignore.

After class, you were finishing up your notes as the rest of your class filed out of the room. Once you were done, you were the last one left in the classroom, and you were putting your notebook into your bag when another voice cut through the silence: Spencer's voice.

He cleared his throat, then said, "Do you have any last minute questions for me, Y/N?"

"Oh, no, that's okay, Professor," you returned. "Just needed to put some final touches on my notes, that's all," you smiled warmly.

"Alright, then. Do you have a class after this?" he asked you. You noticed that he was no longer where he stood for his lectures in the front of the class, but in front of your desk, and you weren't exactly sure when he'd got there.

"Yeah, but I've got time," you said. "Why, did you need something?"

Why did you even ask him that?

Spencer's face lit up in a blush at your words, and he shook his head. "Me? Oh, no. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't be late. If you need a pass, or need me to call anyone, I can."

"Oh, thanks. I think I'll be okay, though," you told him. Spencer nodded, his eyes wavering over you once more, and this time, you returned his gaze, allowing your eyes to soar between his face, lips, suit, and—Belt.

After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat, and spoke up once more. "What about you? Any classes to teach after this?" you asked, resting your hand on your hip.

"I've got my, uhm, prep block until 12 P.M., so, technically not," Spencer explained to you. You noticed the way he paused, stammering in your presence, and the nervous look across his face. You cocked an eyebrow.

"I see. That's good," you said with a shrug. He responded with a quiet, "Yeah."

"Can I ask you something, Professor Reid?" you asked as you looked up at him with a quizzical expression.

He nodded. "Yes, Y/N, what is it?" Spencer returned.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" you finally blurted as you allowed your curiosity to get the best of you. Spencer raised his eyebrows, and, if it was even possible, his face got redder than it already was.

"What? No, of course you don't make me uncomfortable. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you've got your hands in your pockets, and you've taught us that people hide their hands when they're nervous. You're also red, and it looks like you're sweating," you shrugged. "You just look uncomfortable, and I was wondering if I had something to do with that."

Spencer looked down and chuckled. He licked his lips before saying, "Sometimes, I forget that I teach you how to analyze people's behavior. But you don't make me uncomfortable, Y/N, I promise," he assured you. And yet, his hands remained hidden, his face remained pink, and the truth remained buried.

And, although you had a good idea of what it could be, you were determined to figure it out.

"Well, there must be something going on, Professor," you pushed as you walked around your desk. The two of you were even closer, face to face, at that, and Spencer swallowed.

"Y/N—" he breathed as you moved closer to him.

"I've seen the way you look at me. It's kind of obvious. You'd think a profiler would hide that better," you smirked up at him.

Spencer cleared his throat. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," he murmured as he looked down at the ground.

You bit your lip, incredibly aroused by how riled up he seemed to be by your voice alone, and put a hand on his chest. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Professor."

"You're not that subtle, either," he said. His brown eyes looked down to meet yours, and as they did, you could now clearly see the sweat perspiring on his forehead.

"I'm not trying to be. You, on the other hand, attempt so desperately to bury your feelings, probably because you know how wrong this is. Honestly, it's cute," you said, your thumb tracing absentminded circles in the middle of his chest.

You used your other hand now, both hands now smoothing soft circles higher, just below his shoulders. Spencer's breath hitched in his throat as he watched you, but a small smirk mirroring yours played across his face now.

"This is wrong," he said softly to you. "I'm your professor."

"That doesn't stop you from wanting me so badly," you didn't hesitate to remind him. Your next words came out in a whisper as you leaned closer and said, "It's okay. I want you, too."

That was all it took for Spencer to finally lean in, crashing his lips onto yours, taking your face into his hands, and God, was it hot. You kissed him back with mirroring desperation, pulling his body impossibly closer to yours. That was when Spencer took you into his arms, lifting you with ease, and sitting on the chair of your desk, placing you on his lap so that you were straddling him.

"Someone's eager," you teased between kisses. All he could do was nod, too desperate for more, too desperate for you. He pulls you back in, tongue riding yours as his hands forcefully grip your hips.

You hold his face, pressing him as close to you as you possibly can, and eventually, without even thinking, you slowly grind your hips on his lap. He responds with a whorish moan, looking up at you with an expression that said nothing but lust.

"Oh, God, you're so hard. You like that, huh?" you asked in a teasing voice.

"Y- Yeah, fuck," Spencer responded, hands digging further into your hips.

"Save your voice," you rasped. "You'll need it for when I fuck you."

"Y- Y/N, your class," Spencer reminded you in a stutter as your hands played with his belt.

"Ten minutes is all I need with you, Professor," you smiled, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as Spencer's belt clattered to the ground. "Besides, you can write me a late pass, can't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I can," he moaned.

"Then, don't worry about the time. Worry, about this," you said. With that, you dipped your hand into his now unzipped pants, touching him gently through his boxers. Spencer's eyes immediately closed, and his head cocking backwards ever so slightly.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N, that's-" Spencer whined, cutting himself off with another moan.

"Hm, Professor?" you teased nonchalantly, as if you were merely discussing your latest assignment. "What is it?"

"Good," he finished. "So good."

You chuckled at the sloppy, desperate view in front of you, your hand just barely touching Spencer's hard, aching cock, and him falling apart for it, sweat sticking several hairs to his forehead.

"Anyone could walk in and see you so needy for me like this," you chuckled. He was about to respond, but you quickened your movements, pressing your hand harder and eliciting a whine from him.

"I don't care," he shook his head. "This feels too good."

"Tell me how much you want this, Professor," you cooed softly, your words leaving your lips as a husky whisper. Your hand pressed down on Spencer's hard dick, taking what you could hold into your hand through his boxers.

"I want this, Y/N," Spencer said quickly, hands roaming your hips and back as he spoke in a soft tone. That rosy blush had never left his face as you responded with, "How much?"

"So much," he said desperately. "God, please, Y/N," he begged, neither of you even entirely sure what he was begging you for.

"That's pretty vague," you chuckle. "Tell me, Professor. Please, what?" you snap.

"Shit, I want to feel you, Y/N," Spencer whined in the brattiest tone you'd heard from him, evidently impatient for your touch.

As soon as the words leave his lips, one of your hands yanks his hair and pulls him back, to which he immediately groans.

"First of all, Spencer, don't fucking sass me. Second of all, I don't want my name to fall from your lips until I've got you coming and moaning it. Nod if you understand me, Spencer," your voice rang out in a domineering tone.

Taken aback by your tone, and so not used to being spoken to like this in his own goddamn classroom, Spencer shyly nodded, his cheeks a vibrant pink.

"Listening for once, huh? About time. You can call me ma'am or miss until I've got you where I want you. Is that clear?" you asked him. All this time, your hands had never stopped touching Spencer, and he had had a hard time responding to you this entire time through small whimpers and groans.

Spencer only nodded, to which you shook your head.

"Say it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's a good boy," you praised him softly as you leaned in closer, an amused smile across your face. "I'm going to fuck you so good. Is that something you'd want, baby?"

"Y- Yes, ma'am, it is," Spencer's hoarse voice rasped out. "You're sure you want to do this here? I could easily take you to my office, miss."

You giggled at his cluelessness as the hand that was touching him came to run through his hair. Didn't he know how much hotter the risk made this? Your fingers played with his soft locks as you answered, "Oh, sweetheart, you and I both know that you can't wait that long. Besides, I don't care who walks in. They'll see how desperate you are for me, and it'll be you who has to explain," you teased.

Spencer's face reddened as he fumbled with his words. "I- Well- Okay," he decided, because of his physical incapability to say anything else.

"Anyways, if you keep it quiet, there'll be nothing to worry about. So, do me a favor," you teased as you pushed your thumb into his mouth. "And keep your mouth shut. You can do that, baby, can't you?" you whispered. Spencer nodded with urgency.

"That's good. That's so, so good, Professor," you teased him. Your free hand came down to hike up your dress, revealing to Spencer your lace panties, that weren't covering all that much. The view made Spencer whimper out with need, only encouraging you to remove them at a tantalizingly slow pace.

You held eye contact with Spencer as you removed them entirely, discarding them on the desk behind the two of you. Next, you removed Spencer's cock from his boxers, biting back a moan at the view you were met with.

You knew he'd pack a lot from the day he'd become your professor, but, God, to see it in person like this, long, hard, and aching for you was almost too much.

"Jesus Christ, Professor. I've got you so worked up over what should be considered nothing in comparison to what I'm about to do to you," you smirked. You took his cock into your hand, pumping him up and down a few times, which only increased his desperation as he moaned around your finger. "Ready?" you asked finally.

Spencer could only nod, his face a deep scarlet hue, hips bucking up into your exposed cunt. You smirked.

Finally, you lowered yourself onto his cock. You'd fantasized about this moment so many times, and no amount of hours of touching yourself to the notion could even amount to the real thing.

Your pace was slow as you rode him, both hands digging into Spencer's soft brown locks. He lets out a moan he isn't sure how long he's been holding as you release your thumb from his mouth, and his hands instantaneously grip your hips as you start to ride him.

"Oh, God, Spencer, you're big," you praise him as your eyes shut. Your mouth doesn't, though, as small whines and whimpers fall from it, your lips curling up into a smirk.

"Th- Thank you, miss," Spencer whines back, rubbing soft, slow circles into your hips. He moves your dress out of the way so he can see you completely, hiking it up to your torso, and basking in the view of you. "You're so beautiful, miss. So, so beautiful."

All you can do is giggle as heat rises to your face. Once again, you bite your lip as you say, "Fucking my professor in his own classroom. So unethical and yet so, so hot," you rasp as you open your eyes again, gazing into his.

"You look so good," he tells you again, his words coming out in a pant. "You feel so good."

You pulled him back by his hair, exposing his neck, that was now entirely at your disposal, and attacking it with your lips. You press your lips against him with hunger, kissing and sucking, leaving as many marks as you please. The world was going to know he was yours if you had anything to say about it.

"You like how dirty this is, don't you, Professor?" you muttered, as close to his ear as you could possibly be. "You like the fact that anyone could walk in and see you falling apart for me, huh?"

Spencer only whimpers in response, squeezing your hips harder and shifting a bit as you continue to ride him, your pace quickening. That wasn't the answer you were looking for, and once you were sure he wasn't going to verbally answer you, you say, in a teasing voice, "Oh, come on, sir, give me more than that."

The moment you say this, an expression flashes across his face, one that can only be described as pornographic. It's whorish and needy, and you're almost worried you've already made him come, until you realize exactly why he just looked at you like that.

You chuckle and shake your head, unaware that he could somehow become more desperate than he already was. "What was that look for, sir?" You enunciate the word once more, and Spencer turns his eyes away from yours.

You grab his face, turning him to look at you, and rasp, "You like it when I call you 'sir', don't you, Professor?"

"Yes, miss. Very much," he instantly confessed to you. You smirked.

"Good, because I'm going to keep calling you it," you smile, and he nods in approval. Your hips continue to snap against Spencer's cock as you use him to pleasure the two of you completely.

"Open your mouth for me, sweetheart," you coo. Spencer couldn't oblige any faster, and when he does, you insert your thumb back into it. "Suck."

Spencer sucks like a man dehydrated, wrapping his lips around your finger with a look of compliance, incredibly eager to be as obedient as you want him to be.

"Such a good boy. I like seeing you so slutty like this. Because that's what you are, isn’t it?" you tease, giggling. You ride his dick to the top, pause for only a second, and crash back down onto him. "My slut."

Spencer nodded in return, his puppy eyes boring into yours as he gags around your finger. You remove it from his mouth and say, "Say it."

"I'm your slut, miss. I'm all yours," he indulges you.

"That's what I like to hear," you smiled. "Fucking you in such a public place when anyone could walk in. Such a bad girl, aren't I, Professor?"

"Yeah, you are a bad girl," Spencer moans out. His hands move from your hips to your tits, taking one in each hand, and working quickly with them. You moan when he does.

He's not only desperate for you, but desperate to make you feel good, too.

"Oh, that's so fucking good, Professor," you whine. Your movements grow quicker, as you both grow desperate to feel Spencer as deep inside your cunt as you possibly can be, and you groan out.

"I'm so, so glad, miss," he says in, arguably, his most submissive tone yet, and you bite your lip as blood runs to your face, flushing it with a red hue that surely mirrors Spencer's.

"You're so good for me, Professor," you moan.

"Fuck, miss, please say my name," Spencer begs you. One of his hands squeezes your waist again, eliciting a lewd moan from you, and you can't help but oblige.

"Spencer," you whine.

"Again," Spencer moans back, fondling your tit harder with one hand, and squeezing down on your hip as forcefully as possible with the other.

"Spencer," you moaned again, maintaining eye contact with him as his name fell from your lips.

"Yeah, just like that, miss," said Spencer.

As if it's the most natural thing in the world, you dip your head back into the crook of his neck, and begin to kiss him there. You bite hard enough to leave marks, and suck with enough force to leave a trail of hickeys wherever your lips touch.

Spencer's a whimpering mess above you, and as much as you love how vocal he's being, you don't love the idea of someone hearing the two of you, as much as you'd said you did.

The idea was hot, but getting caught fucking your profiling professor by a classmate, or God forbid, another professor, was absolutely mortifying, and not on your to-do list today.

"Keep it down, Spencer. Don't make me shut you up," you warned him between kisses. You bring a hand up to squeeze his neck. Surely, a bit of choking would get to his head, wouldn’t it?

It doesn't, and he stutters out above you, his voice broken and whiny. "M- Miss, I-" but he doesn't even finish his sentence as he cuts himself off with his own moan.

You remember the lace panties you'd forgotten on the desk a while ago, and the hand that isn't choking Spencer naturally reaches back to grab them. Without thinking twice, you shove them into Spencer's mouth, and he groans around them.

"I told you to shut up. Don't think you can misbehave and I won't punish you for it," you spat, biting into his neck again as your hold around his throat tightens. Spencer whimpers and nods, and you were sure that if he could speak, he would mumble an assortment of apologies.

"Tap me when you're ready to finish, so I can hear my name on your lips when you do. Until then, I'm going to use you just as I have been," you smirked, continuing to ride Spencer.

Over the next few minutes, the air's filled with moans from the two of you, and, if it was even possible, you had pushed him further inside of you. Spencer's hands roam everywhere in replace of his inability to speak, and he's as eager to get you to your high as you are to get him to his.

Eventually, Spencer taps your arm with urgency, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he's close. You look up at him with a mirroring expression, and ask, "Close, sweetheart?"

Spencer nodded with a desperation you'd never seen from him before, and, in that exact second, you pull your panties from his mouth, and discard them on the desk behind you again.

"God, I'm going to cum, Y/N," are his first words. Your name sounds like honey falling from his lips, and you nod just as fervently as he had.

"Let it out, then, baby," you moan. "Come inside of me," you then rasp.

Spencer yanks you in and kisses you passionately, his hands tangled in your hair, and your hands tangled in his. One of his hands moves down to help you along, rubbing hard, fast circles on your clit. It's almost too much, and you're almost too sensitive: Almost. Your tongues dance with each other as you ride out your high, and Spencer fills you to the brim with his cum. You finally come undone, riding him as fast as possible in order to pleasure the both of you, and God, does it work.

When you've completely finished, you pull back for air, practically gasping for it as loud pants fall from your lips. "Jesus, Spencer. You were so good. Did you get off well, baby?" you ask him.

"Yes, ma'am," Spencer smiled as he softly rubbed your back, the desperation that was present a few minutes ago being replaced with a notable softness. "And thank you."

"Mmhm," you mutter as you press your lips to his again. You rest your forehead against his and smile. "You know that, uh, late pass you were talking about?

Spencer chuckled. He already knew what you were about to say. "Yeah?"

"I think I’m going to need it."

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[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

I finally felt a bit better. I was actually in a very good mood today. Besides Lucas has learned to walk!! I mean he could do it since his first birthday he just never really dared. He is very careful, but since yesterday he suddenly started walking around Philip’s apartment, alone! Probably his curiosity this time was bigger than his fear, so he decided to explore P.'s place. I made so many videos of his first steps with my phone to show it to Nico. Every time N. called us, he first asked if Lucas had finally learned to walk. That’s why I wanted to call him this morning. But unfortunately I did not succeed. Something was wrong with the connection or my cell?

While Annabelle and Lucas were playing in the bedroom, I asked P. for his cell to call N.. Still it didn’t work, so I just called Damien. Well, Damien answered. I apologized for my call and explained that I can’t reach Nico. Damien was nice as always. We talked for a moment. He was at home and on his way up to Nico’s room to pass him his phone.

I was still on the line while Damien went to up Nico's room. Suddenly I heard a woman screaming in the background and Nico as he complained about Damien bcs he just busted into his bedroom. 😨 I was.....shocked! For me it sounded like Damien had caught Nico cheating. I wanted to talk to Nico right away but.... Damien just hung up!!! 😠

I immediately started to cry. 😭 Philip noticed all this but still didn’t know exactly why I was crying? He didn’t hear what I heard.

So I told him... Philip didn’t want to understand me or didn't took me seriously, because it all sounded totally crazy!!!

He thought it was ridiculous... He tried to make me understand that Nico loves me and would never cheat on me. He meant, that this was certainly very different than I perceived it. Philip’s reaction to this shit made me angry. I mean... WTF??? Does he think I made this shit up? Anyway, Philip wanted to call Nico to clarify that matter, he was sure it was just a misunderstanding.

And what a surprise!? Nico was still not available, just like Damien now too.😠

I couldn’t anymore, I felt totally betrayed by Nico. I was shaking all over my body and crying.

Then my little one came to us. He seemed so sad. He looked up to me and said, "Mama, Mama...." as he stretched out his arms to me. I picked my Baby up. I explained to him that Mommy was just a little sad 😔... Back in the bedroom Annabelle confessed to me with a remorseful look, that she scared Lucas. By pretending to be a monster. Well, at least it wasn’t my fault.

A little later the same day I talked to Bianca about Nico. I have confided in her how unhappy I was with this kind of long-distance relationship that he and I had because of his soccer. 😠 I thought Nico was cheating on me!! Bianca was of the same opinion, but to be sure what’s going on with him and why he hasn’t called me, Bianca suggested something. We wanted to test Nico by setting him a trap. What exactly we had in mind I will tell you soon. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

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[morgana-larkin]

Haii okay here’s my angst request! I love a good regretful jealous Mel hehehe. I was thinking you’re both teachers and she likes u but is like “I’m too cool for pining” so she does the extreme opposite and is kinda standoff-ish or blunt w u at school. When you’re alone she’s a little better but still not super lovey dovey. You “take the hint” and move on, and someone new comes into ur life (can you PLEASE for the LOVE OF GOD name this rando new person joy??). And then one day Mel’s like “let’s be official” And you’re like what? Why? I thought u didn’t like me also I have Joy now. And then Mel’s like wtf and she gets rlly jealous when she sees u w her now and then she tries to sabotage y’all’s blooming relationship. In the end maybe no happy ending pls?? If ur comfortable writing that :)

Hehe I LOVE a good heartbreak. Also I’m obsessed w joy Huerta (hence my username) and have been asking everyone to use it in fics AND PPL DONT ALFJKS. lmao anyways. I hope this is sumn ur comfortable writing!

OMG! you’re really testing me here! If I’m honest, it was hard to write. I rewrote it a few times, it hurt a little, might make a part 2. Honestly if even one person requests a part 2 with a happy ending then I will write one. As always, not edited in the slightest, I hope you like it!

On another note: keep sending prompts for one shots! I decided to write one shots about Chessy from parent trap played by our favourite redhead, Lisa Ann Walter, so you can send prompts for her too!

Part 2

Green Isn’t Your Colour

Warnings: (where do I start lol) Jealous Mel, upset Mel, a bit of toxic Mel, angst and no comfort, no happy ending , good luck lol

Words: 3.2k

You walk in through the entrance of Abbott Elementary. You’ve been here for a year already and you’re finally feeling like you’re settling in. You’re a third grade teacher, you helped Melissa out as she wouldn’t have another split class again and that made her happy from the day you got there and hearing the news.

You walk into the break room, hot chocolate in hand, you don’t like coffee that much, but nothing could beat a good hot chocolate. You go and sit on an empty table, taking some tests out and start marking them. Melissa looks over at you from her table. She looks at the way you’re flawlessly marking, glasses on and concentrating on what you’re doing.

You glance up as you feel like you’re being watched and see Melissa looking at you, but then she quickly looks away when you notice and you smile. You liked her since you first set eyes on her and it only grew from there. But lately it seems like she’s off and you’re unsure why. She was nice to you when you started but now it’s like she’s the opposite and you don’t know why. You asked everyone else if they could answer why she’s different but no one noticed the change.

You got up and picked up the tests and decided to just carry them to your classroom. You passed by Melissa on the way out. “See you later Melissa.” You told her with a smile. She just nodded her head at you and went back to her phone. You looked at Barb and she just shrugged, not noticing a difference.

During your second period prep you finished marking the tests with a breath of relief. Just then Melissa knocks on your door and you look at her and smile. “Hey Melissa.” You tell her and she just has a neutral face and you drop your smile.

“I found the book you were asking for. The little eagles liked it last year and I’m sure they’ll like it again.” She said and handed you the book.

“Oh perfect, thank you.” You told her and smiled at the book. Melissa looked at you and couldn’t help the small smile forming at your excitement of the book. And you looked up at her to see the small smile on her face. “Hey Melissa, can I ask you something?” You asked and she looked at you confused.

“You can but it doesn’t mean I’ll answer.” Melissa said.

“Um ok. Well I was just wondering why you’re acting differently around me?” You ask and she looks at you with a neutral face again.

“I don’t know what you mean?”

“Well you were nice to me last year but now you’re acting distant and I don’t know why.” You asked her. “Did I do something wrong?” You added and that took her by surprise. She doesn’t want you to think you did anything wrong because you didn’t. Melissa has a crush on you and she doesn’t want to show it or let anyone know, and her acting nicely to you last year definitely raised suspicions, so she went back to how she acts with everyone else.

“You didn’t do anything kid. This is just how I am with people.” She said.

“You’re not like that with Barb.” You said.

“Barb is my best friend, so of course I’m nice to her.”

“What about Janine? Jacob? Gregory? Or when Ava at times? You’re nice to them.” You told her, getting a little frustrated.

“That’s because they’re my friends.” She said and you were taken back by that and it definitely stung. Melissa looks at your expression and knew she shouldn’t have said that. She does think of you as a friend but it just slipped out.

“Oh ok, well glad to know where we stand then, just co workers. Thank you for the book Ms. Schemmenti, I’ll return it tomorrow.” You tell her and go back to your desk. “If that was all then if you don’t mind, I have a lesson plan to do.” You told her and she nodded her head.

“See ya around kid.” She said and left. She knew she fucked up there. She’ll have to start being a bit nicer to you to get back in your good graces.

Back in your classroom you took a big breath. You thought you and Melissa were friends but I guess you were wrong. No wonder she’s always short and blunt with you.

The next day you were at the coffee shop, receiving your hot chocolate like always, turning around to leave and bumped into someone, spilling your hot chocolate all over them and a bit on yourself.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I just wanted to talk to you and didn’t expect you to turn around.” The person said.

“Oh well I feel like I should be apologising, my hot chocolate mostly went on you. Wait, you wanted to talk to me? Why?”

“Because I see you in here everyday and I think you’re pretty.” She said with a blush and you blushed at her compliment.

“Oh uh th-thank you.” You stuttered a bit, not used to compliments.

“Can I buy you another hot chocolate? As an apology?” She said and you looked at her.

“Oh you don’t have too.”

“I want to though. Please, I insist.” She said and you smiled at her. She bought you another hot chocolate and handed it to you with a smile. “And there we go.” She said.

“Thank you.” You told her and saw the time. “Oh I gotta get to work.” You told her.

“Oh that’s alright I understand. I’ll see you again tomorrow?” She asked.

“Ya, I come here, same time every day.” You said with a smile and began to leave but turned around to her. “I never got your name btw.”

“It’s Joy.” She told you.

“I’m y/n.” You tell her and she smiles.

“You have a lovely name, it suits you.” She tells you. You blush and leave the coffee shop. You get to the school and immediately go to your classroom instead of the break room. You put your stuff done and see the book that Melissa gave you yesterday sitting on your desk. You might as well return it now, you got a few minutes before the students get here. You picked up the book and walked to the classroom next to yours and knocked on the open door. Melissa was stapling something and looked up at you and gave you a little smile.

Your heart fluttered a little at the smile and you remembered what she said yesterday. “Hi Ms Schemmenti, I came to return the book.” You told her, and held the book up.

She looked at you and remembered what happened yesterday and sighed. “Thanks y/n” she said and got up and walked over to you to take the book. “Did the little eagles like it?” She asked.

“Ya they did.” You said confused at her using your actual name

“I knew they would. You can borrow it whenever you want.” She told you and you offered her a small smile and nodded your head.

“Thanks Ms Schemmenti, I’ll keep that in mind.” You told her and left. She stared at you as you walked back to your own classroom and did a huge sigh and leaned back against her door.

A month goes by and you run into Joy everyday at the coffee shop. She took it upon herself to order you a hot chocolate and have it ready by the time you get there. You kept offering her the money for it but she always refuses, saying your company was payment enough. You exchanged numbers after a couple days and started texting for hours on end. By the second week she asked you out on a date and you said yes. By the third week she asked you to be her girlfriend to which you agreed excitedly.

At school, you noticed that Melissa has been a bit friendlier with you. You took her sudden change with caution though, you don’t want to get hurt again.

For Melissa, she wants to ask you out but she keeps getting scared. But after a month of being friendly with you, she decides to bite the bullet and just do it. She went to go see you at your classroom after the students left on Monday.

“Hey y/n, can I ask you something?” She asked you as she stepped in your classroom.

“Sure Melissa, what’s up?” You said and she smiled. You’ve been calling her by her first name again for about a week, and after you calling her Ms Schemmenti for 3 weeks, well she still smiles when you call her Melissa now.

“I wanted to ask you on a date.” She says and you look at her and freeze.

“What?” You ask, confused as hell.

“I wanted to officially ask you on a date.” She says and you look at her confused.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“I thought you didn’t like me.” You tell her and she looks a bit guilty.

“I never not liked you, when I realised I liked you near the end of the last year, I didn’t want to give away my feelings so I started acting distant towards you.” She says and looks down for a second then back up at you. “So will you go on a date with me?” She asks again.

“No.” You told her and she looked upset. “I did like you but I have a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? I thought you were single.” She says confused and still hurt.

“I was, until 2 weeks ago, her name is Joy.” You said with a smile. And Melissa looks at you with a bit of fire in her eyes. “If she’s real then I would like to meet her.” She tells you, crossing her arms,

“Oh ok, ya sure. I can ask if she can come meet everyone tomorrow morning if you want.” You tell her.

“Ok, I look forward to meeting her then.” Melissa says and leaves disappointed.

You asked Joy if she wanted to meet your coworkers tomorrow morning and she excitedly agreed immediately.

So the next morning, you meet Joy at the coffee shop as usual and she hands you your hot chocolate then you drive over to the school and walk in with her. You head to the break room with her and enter and all eyes look up at you and her.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet Joy, my girlfriend. Joy, this is Janine, Jacob, Gregory, Barb, Ava.” You said, pointing to everyone as you said their name. “And this is Melissa, the one who asked to meet you.”

“Hi everyone! And hi Melissa, I’m very much real as you can see.” Joy says and Melissa doesn’t look happy, she crosses her arms and the fire in her eyes come back. She thought you were lying and would have to keep being nicer to you before you agree to go on a date with her. Barb notices Melissa getting angry and puts a hand on her arm and that startles her and then just sits there, staring at you. She sees you being all happy as Jacob and Janine got up to come say hi to your girlfriend.

She wanted to be that person, be your girlfriend and she blew it. But then remembered that you said yesterday that you did have feelings for her, so maybe you still do. Then she smiles at that thought and thinks of different ways to play it. Joy would have to go of course, she ain’t gonna put a hit on her but instead she’ll try to sabotage it, and to do that, she’ll have to be nice first and get information.

So she gets up and goes over to you two. “Hi, nice to meet you. Ya I didn’t think you were real when y/n here as been single since I’ve known her.” She says to your girlfriend then proceeds to put an arm around your back as she mentions you being single and your eyes widen a bit.

“Oh that’s alright, it was a shock to y/n too when I asked her.” Joy says, and Melissa thinks it’s a shame she’ll have to sabotage it as she seems nice. But this person is getting in the way of her happiness so she gots to go.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you two meet?” Melissa asks.

“Oh we met at the coffee shop down the street, the one you told me about and I get a hot chocolate there every morning. And then I bumped into Joy about a month ago, like physically bumped into her and spilled my drink all over her.” You say with a chuckle.

“Ya she did but it was my fault, I saw her there every morning and after a couple weeks I decided to go talk to her and didn’t expect her to turn around at that very moment. So I offered to get her a replacement one and then we started talking.” Joy said with a smile.

And you noticed how Melissa’s hand got a bit lower on your back and you subtly get out of her grip and say an excuse. “Joy, do you want to go see my classroom?” You ask her and she immediately said yes. Joy waves bye to everyone and they all tell her it was nice to meet her and hope to see her again. And Melissa thinks that if it goes according to plan then she won’t be back to see them again.

At the end of the day, Melissa visits your classroom. “Hey y/n.” She says as you’re packing your things up.

“Oh hey Melissa. What’s up?” You ask her and sling your bag over your shoulders.

“Well I was wondering if I could go with you to the coffee shop tomorrow? I haven’t been there in awhile and wouldn’t mind a good store bought coffee once in awhile instead of one from the break room.” She says and you look at her confused.

“Oh I always meet Joy at the coffee shop in the morning.” You say and Melissa smiles, she knew it.

“Well that’s alright, maybe I could get to know her better then.” She says and you agree and tell her the time that you meet up with Joy.

The next morning, Melissa gets to the coffee shop first and orders a coffee for her and a hot chocolate for you. You and Joy come in a couple minutes later and see Melissa near a table with 2 drinks. “Hey Melissa.” You say and she looks over at you and smiles.

“Hey y/n and Joy. Here y/n, I got you a hot chocolate.” She says and sees the frown on Joy’s face before smiling again. Melissa smiles at that, she knew that Joy was still getting you a hot chocolate every morning. You said it yesterday to Janine and Jacob. “I would have gotten something for you but I forgot to ask y/n here what you like.” Melissa says and puts a hand on your shoulder.

Joy looks at the interaction and gives a confused look. “That’s alright, I’ll just go get a drink for myself. I’ll be right back.” She says and you and Melissa nod.

You look at Melissa a little confused. “Why are you being so much nicer all of a sudden?” You say to her and she just shrugs, feigning innocence.

“I don’t know what you mean y/n? I’m just getting to know your little girlfriend over there.” She says and hits you, Melissa is jealous.

“Melissa, are you jealous?” You asked and she scoffs. “I’m being serious, yesterday you asked me out saying you liked me. And now you’re at the coffee shop that I meet Joy at every morning and meeting nicer to me in front of her.”

“I’m just trying to make sure that she’s right for you, is all.” Trying to cover up the fact that you were right.

Before either of you can say anything else, Joy comes back with her drink. “Hey y/n, I would like to stay longer but worked called and asked if I could come in earlier. Like right now earlier. And I wouldn’t mind the extra cash.” She says and you nod.

“That’s alright, I understand, have a good day at work.” You tell her and she gives you a goodbye kiss on the lips and the fire in Melissa’s eyes return.

“Alright thanks for understanding, it was nice seeing you again Melissa.”

“Ya you too.” Melissa says back to her. Melissa didn’t like that kiss, and worse is that the only issue she has with Joy is that she’s with you. Other than that, Joy seems like a nice person, and she hates that fact.

At the end of the day Melissa stops by your classroom again. “Hey y/n.”

“Should I expect this to be a daily occurrence? You stopping by my classroom at the end of the day?” You say with a laugh and she gives a small laugh at that.

“Maybe.” She says and closes your door and walks up to you. You look at her confused for closing the door, but then think she probably wants to talk to you privately. “I don’t like her. Your girlfriend.” She says and you frown.

“Why?”

“I don't know, there’s just something about her that I don’t like.”

“Well you’ve only just met her. If you see her more then you might grow to like her.” You tell her with a smile.

“No I won’t actually.” She says and you’re confused.

“And how do you know you won’t?”

She looks you dead in the eyes and walks closer to you. “Because as long as she’s with you, then I won’t like her.” She says and she got very close to you and you had to walk back and you end up backing into your desk and she puts her hands on the desk on both sides of you, effectively trapping you. You look at her with wide eyes.

“Melissa, I-” and you don’t get to say what you were about to as her lips are on yours. You begin to kiss her back and then push her off. “Melissa what the fuck? You know I’m with Joy.” You tell her and she smirks.

“Then why did you kiss me back? And don’t deny it. I know you did before you pushed me off.” And you look at her speechless since she’s right. Melissa smiles at you and goes to kiss you again but you stop her.

“No Melissa, I’m with Joy now.” You tell her and she frowns.

“You wouldn’t rather be with me?” She asks and you shake your head.

“I’m happy with who I’m with. I’m sorry.” You tell her and walk out of your classroom, leaving behind a hurt Melissa who has a tear rolling down her cheek.

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[crisspin]

Humans are made of stardust?

Chapter 1:The human

Scientist

We managed to contain a “human” it took time of course, but we managed to capture one of the younger kind, we think these types are called teenagers.

“Hey! You let me out of here!!”

The human was screaming at us in its native language for the past 30 quinteli (minutes) . It seemed to be agitated and aggressive, we tried feeding it but it just looked at the guard that was giving it food and backed up into one of the four corners while screaming what we assumed where profanities.

“Hey! Can you even understand me you ugly mutt”

We managed to acquire some of its DNA when we plucked a piece of hair from its head and it’s being tested as we wait.

Michelle

I was happily walking home after getting my self some potatoe chips from the store when this weird nett

“WHA THE FUCK!”

It’s not every day you’re walking home and then suddenly get caught in a giant net that really shouldn’t be a thing what type of animal is the weight of a 17 year old girl that weights 159 pounds. Maybe a leopard but why would you catch- FIND A FUCKING LEOPARD IN NEW YORK.

Just as I was having my mental breakdown on who could be so fucking stupid the net moved as something looked my bum

“Wtf! HELP A PERVERT CAUGHT ME!”

I’ve some tot he conclusion that I’m about to be fucking molested. Because what kind of Psychopath would have a net that could hold a 159 pound girl.

“HEY! Put me down you CREEP!”

The net got lowered to the ground and as I looked up I saw something I would never see.

There was a a group of giant like 7’0 at least looking down at me and pointing some kind of gun? I would assume.one of them went to reach for me but I was not letting that happen.

“HAHA IM GOING INSANE!”

As I bit its foot it made a screeching noise that seriously hurt my ears.

Lirus

As I was reaching down to tie up the human in lunged its head at my leg and dug it’s teeth at my foot

Humans have dull teeth which don’t hurt much if they play bite but that’s not what I’m worried about.

One thing where always told about humans is how even though their teeth are dull there saliva could paralyze the part of your body they bit. And its dull teeth don’t make it any better because that’s just more painful they put all their power into biting you and getting stabbed with a Livuva (sword) would hurt less then getting mauled by dull teeth.

“Oh fuck me!”

I jancked my leg back as the human now had capo (blood) dripping from its mouth as one of my teammates was about to shot it with a Rung (tranquilizer) he was going to kill it if he did

“You idiot what are you doing Put that down”

You see our blood can make a human pass out even if it’s a small amount which is why I don’t want to mix that with a Rung (tranquilizer)

The human soon lost its consciousness and as I was going to pick it up one of my teammates spoke up

“You should really go see the makik (Medic) . Lirus I don’t think she managed to bite you hard due to your fast reflexes but I would still go check that one”

My teammate said as he went to pick up the human. “Hmm” I hummed in response turning on my hoof to go to the mekik (medic)

Michelle

As i woke in a strange room another one of the weird looking “demons?” As to what I resorted to calling them was trying to feed me what looked like poison I backed up

“Hey! You crazy mut are you seriously trying to kill me with poison”

I backed up into a wall as the “demon” approached me

“Hey…HEY! Don’t you get any closer” I was so scared I somehow roared my sentence. As the demon put the poison food looking down on the floor and walked out the room I let out a breath i didn’t know I was holding.

This is the end of chapter 1 I hope u like it so far ok it’s not much but English isn’t my first language so there may be some mistakes but I had fun making it and I hope you all enjoy it I’ll give yall the next one in no time

[thetwistedrope]

Hi TTR. I saw your post about your depression issues and AuDHD, and it’s the first time I’ve ever heard anyone describe struggling with depression like I have. I won’t go into the details, but absolutely no treatments have ever worked for me.

I’m 99% sure I have ADHD, but the problem is that no one I’ve ever talked to has thought it was hindering me enough to require treatment. Until I saw your post, I agreed. But now I’m willing to try literally anything to be able to feel happiness for the first time in my life. Do you have any advice for convincing professionals to let you try ADHD medication?

Also, were you afraid it wouldn’t work? How do you temper your expectations?

Thanks. Even if you don’t respond to this, I just wanted to make sure you knew that your post has given someone some hope and a new path to follow.

It makes me happy that my message reached someone, cuz ngl, more people need to know. You may not "need" stimulants to survive, but let's be real, being alive and constantly being depressed is awful.

Advice for convincing professionals? Well I always encourage people to go in with a list of symptoms you're experiencing. So that way when the doc tries to write you off, you can point to the physical list and be liek "but what about this."

The psych that eventually gave me meds, it took me about 4 months to get her to even consider my adhd claims, and I think what made the difference was 1. we got my anxiety under control, and 2. I specifically described my executive dysfunction without calling it that. If you're able to describe it without naming it, ime, it makes the doc feel like they've figured it out for you, and they seem more willing to listen when they have come to the decision (stupid, i know).

My doc constantly harps about not going "too high" on my meds, but there was one session where I told her how I legit ran out of groceries because I cba to get groceries and she upped my dosage without me having to say anything lmao

So one thing I'd warn is to moderate your expectations because some places you might be waiting a bit for the doctor to hear you out. But at the same time, if the doc tells you that you don't have it and that you're wrong, go find another psych. idk where in the world you are, but in the US, if you're able... go find someone else.

The older I get, the more I'm convinced that getting good doctors is all about finding the right person that works for you. Sitting around waiting for a shitty healthcare prof to change their mind is a fool's errand, and when in doubt, try someone else.

I wasn't afraid meds wouldn't work, ngl. But I didn't expect stims to change my depression as much as they did. Being on lower dosages is a little hit and miss, because I'll basically be functional-ish during the day, but crash whenever I'm not medicated (mornings/evenings).

It can take time to find the right dosage and the right brand. I was doing very well on methylphenidate made by Tri-Gen, and it was wonderful. But two months ago, my pharmacy quit carrying Tri-Genm and moved to Mallinckrodt, and I feel like I'm barely taking anything. So now I have to go back to my doctor to figure out wtf to do about it.

That is the shittiest part of being on stims: the government is actively hostile to us taking them and it can be challenging to get ahold of the specific brand that you need. I know someone who drove an hour away to make sure her kid could get Vynase because the other brand wasn't working for him.

Further, depending on your state, you will have to submit for urine testing periodically to prove you're taking your meds and not selling them (I fucking hate this country) and you will only get 30 pills exactly, so you'll have to stay on top of your prescription to make sure that it actually gets filled on time.

It's a lot of bullshit, but for me, it's worth it. Cuz otherwise, life is just this long, draw-out march to death. But to be clear, these hurdles shouldn't be here lmao. People with ADHD notoriously don't abuse their meds, though I'm probably preaching to the choir now.

TL;DR: The whole process requires some patience to navigate, but if you're certain about your condition, don't take no for an answer. Keep trying until you find a healthcare prof who will actually listen to you and take you seriously. Don't be afraid to try multiple stimulant types until you find the one that works best for you.

[probably-mae]

Hi, its 2am and i spent the last 2hrs writing this out of pure boredroom

Sources : wikipédia, french and english version+fandom and another website i forgot for infos abt touhou

Who is Toby fox?

Hi and wellcome to m'y rant about the creator of 2 of m'y hyperfixations, Toby fox this zbsolute legend

Toby fox is a game developer and a music composer for his own games but also for other "small projects" like fucking pokemon.

Background

He originally studied enviromental sciences while working on music for the web-comic homestuck in 2009 and touhou fan music on Tumblr (he has his own touhou oc btw the name's Apple Girlington) (when i said he was a legend i wasnt joking, this guy has been in fandom culture he knows what were made of hes one of us) from what i've read he also made an album on mpreg called 'the baby is you'. His first game, or well first full fledged project in dev that we know of is a rom hack for Earthbound on the occasion of halloween 2008 .

Undertale

Ofcourse when i say Toby fox and you reconise that name the first thing that comes to mind us probably Undertale or Deltarune his biggest projects and most well know ones and also the reason im writing this at midnigth on a sunday (sue me, i cant sleep) anyways, if you infact didnt reconise the name or simply do not know WTF im talking about well let me give you a quick run down : Undertale is a game about a child falling into the underground, the place where monsters were banished many years ago and now has to find a way to escape it alive. Undertale's first kickstarter started in 2013 and the final game was published in 2015. It got really popular real fast gaining a lot of attention and praise for its originality in gameplay and amazing music making Toby a name for himself in the world of indie gaming.

Deltarune

So, deltarune, Deltarune is toby's secound game and is still going on rigth now and by that i mean that the game is stuctured with chapters, as im writing theres only 2 out of the 7 planed chapters out and 3+4 are getting released soon (June 5). This game was actually inspired by a dream Today had in 2011 he actually begane working on it after that while also beginning to work on Undertale, from what i understood Undertale was sort of a test to know if he could bring his idea to life, taking ideas from deltarune into Undertale, Resulting in the two games to have some of the main cast beeing the same while different due to a different setting and story, they are describe as beeing alternate universes of eachothers (does thqt make the other aus canon in a way?) anyways, on the contrary of Undertale who had a funding deltarune was put out there with for only warning a twitter post from Toby a few days before its release in 2018. A small rundown : Kris, a human teenager who lives in a monster village goes to class with his adoptive mom, she waves you goodbye and you enter class, the teacher runs out of chalk and asks you and Susie, the local bully, to get more from the suply closer, there you and Susie fall into what seems to be another dimention called a dark world and you have to get out of here alive. The game was released for free on most Platforms for the 2 first chapter (starting from 3+4 they'll have a price but you just gotta pay like 25 once to get all future chapters too when they release).

Nintendo

So, remember when i talked about pokemon ? Yeah well from what i gatered after his games got released on the switch, the guy got some connexions in nintendo and got to meet smash's creator, they played against eachother and ended up having a similar level, im not sure if its due to this but gamefreak did Ask him to make a remix of megalovania (one of undertale's most know songs) and the permission to implant sans as one of the mii's costumes in Smash Bros after. Later on he got to make a music for the batlle tower in 'sword' n' 'shield' and compose for 'Little town hero' all beeing gamefreak games and in 2022 he anouced working on pultiple song for 'scarlet' n' 'violet'. He also worked on various other project such as voice acting in 'we baby bear' or as a composer in multiple songs over the years. Bro even remixed ed sheran's song for pokemon wich i find hilarious.

This guy's work facinates me and i will forever be happy while enjoying it. Yippers

Some infos may be incorect, if you spot any, tell me! I'll correct it

Goodnigth Tumblr !

[kaijubaby01]

Consequences (Vent Art)

Vent art:

Long story short, I'm done of liying myself. I'm also done with my mom. She simply ruined my life and used me as a bank.

Some of her quotes to me were so iconic I simply can't forget them

"You must earn love", "You owe me your life", "Because of you, I didn't studied", "You disrepect me expressing yourself", "You must gave me your savings", "I regret to gave you birth"...and the list may continue...

All my life I was her second plate, her psychologist, her incoming, but never her child. And the moment she started to percieve my life was changing, and making me happy, she started to made it untolerable.

The moment I told her I'm trans, gods, she said "I asked GOD for boy, but now he's testing me". I'm a test, not your beloved child? WTF? Not to say the moment I knew my first name, she simply said "You have a wh*re name*". She even made a vomiting face!

I can continue freely. She made a horrible life to me since my first years. She robbed me, she left my sibling to punch me because yes, she took my privacy, and didn't cared. Always using religion as an excuse for her acts...

The moment I left her place, I discovered a lot of way worse things. I have PTSD thanks to her, I have trusting issues thanks to her. I have damage on my mind due her acts. No joking. And the cherry on the top, I have distimy, She never, on any f**ng moment hugged me when I needed. Do I recived love from her? Only when people was watching her.

I left her place like a year and a half. And even on that time, I was lying myself saying that she loved me and all...she never even tried. So, one day, I cutted all contact with her. She menaced my partner and me just for that (she had my partner's phone). After that, she was silent, and I started to heal, to know myself. And I started to feel way better. Even my PTSD was getting manageable.

And now, just days before my wedding with my partner, she tries to communicate me, for what? Just because she needs me again. Not for love, for her needs. Pretty sure she's aware of my life, even after I blocked her. So finally, all ended up with these small phrase: I hate my mom.

Worst part? It hurts. And pretty sure It'll be like that for a long time. But, it's like a small thorn compared to all the "barbed wire" she used to bind me.

This is a vent art, so take it like that, please. And, if your mom is a great mom, I envy you, in a good way. Just, neve meet my mom, for your sake.

Just FYI, this is my sona expressing my feelings

[odinsblog]

are you disappointed that bree newsome wants trump reclected?

Bree Newsome is a prolific tweeter and I’ve looked, but I haven’t seen anywhere where she said that she wants Trump to be re-elected. Please send me the link to the specific tweet if I’m wrong.

I understand and agree with much of what Bree has been saying on Twitter though. I mean, I dO get it. I think her major concern is that 1) in some important ways, the difference between Trump’s policies and some of Biden’s policies has not been all that great, and 2) if Biden should win (definitely not a guarantee) liberals will go right back to brunch and act as if the problem is gone and everything is “okay” again.

As far as the first point goes, you don’t need to look any further than Biden’s Title 42; or how the Biden administration literally sued to keep using Trump’s previous racist immigration policies. Not a good look. And now, you’ve got Democrats trying to out-Republican Republicans by showing how tough cruel they can be to refugees who are legally seeking asylum at the Southern border. Bottom line, the immigration policies are white supremacy-lite, and some of the changes Biden is proposing—like forcing asylum seekers to wait in another country while the government takes its sweet time with endless immigration red tape—these changes will fundamentally change America’s immigration system, for the worse.

And that’s without me even touching on how badly Biden is fucking up with Palestine.

And as for the second point, conservative Democrats have gone back to brunch once orange man gone. Remember how hard Democrats came down on the Trump administration for their poor Coronavirus response? Yet now we have the CDC basically telling people to stay their asses at work even if they’ve tested positive for COVID. WTF?? Did I mention that measles are making a comeback?? And Biden isn’t saying anything, and neither are his surrogates. And so it is perhaps this tendency towards inaction(?) that is the most significantly damaging and damning aspect that creates disaffected voters who should be motivated to get rid of Trump and Republicans writ large —in a lot of ways that matter, disaffected voters don’t see any significant differences. Sure, the stock market is doing great, but people are getting their asses kicked on a lot of day-to-day, kitchen table issues. Unemployment is down, but a lot of people still have to work multiple jobs to make ends meet.

So yeah, I won’t be dismissive or derisive about Bree Newsome. She’s making some really valid points for anyone who is willing to actually listen.

Now that all said, I think that there is something fundamentally wrong that people are missing when they say misguided things like, “We survived one Trump administration, and we can survive another one.” A lot of marginalized groups and oppressed people won’t survive a second Trump administration. They just won’t.

Because if you thought it was bad the last time, I promise you the next Trump administration won’t be anything like the last one. Last time Trump was unprepared and didn’t even expect to win, so they made rookie mistakes. That won’t happen next time. The next Trump administration will be stacked from top to bottom with diehard Trump loyalists who will ruthlessly execute his most racist policies, foreign and domestic. (See also: Project 2025).

And yes, Biden is 100% for shit on his policy of standing by Israel no matter what. People who agree with Bree think that we will, more or less, have the same kind of problems under Trump that we’re having under Biden now. Those people are what I like to call deadass wrong.

Literally EVERYTHING will become exponentially worse in a second Trump term. For everyone who isn’t a wealthy, cisgender heterosexual white male.

Just imagine America with a Republican controlled House and Senate. Goodbye Medicare and Social Security. Goodbye labor laws. So long minimum wages. See ya, state local and federal courts not totally stacked with Federalist Society judges. It was nice knowing you, “shithole” countries full of people who I love and care about.

Look, I finally figured out something that used to bother me when I first became politically aware: it bugged tf out of me whenever I heard someone say, “THIS is the most important election everrrr!! Because THIS time, democracy itself is on the line!” Pfft. I was like a lot of people I see now, saying “But that’s what you said about the last election.” The truth is, every election is pretty much life or death. Every single one. Because elections aren’t like something you do once, and then afterwards everything is all good forever and ever. Maybe it should be, but you got assholes like Mitch McConnell and Ron DeSantis and Trump and whoever comes after them, you got people who will always be trying their hardest to constantly make shit worse for everyone who isn’t wealthy and white. They aren’t going away. So we can’t go away either. Because the moment we checkout and go back to brunch, they get right back to working on their usual transphobic, homophobic, misogynistic, racist, bullshit culture wars.

So as long as Republicans, Libertarians and conservative ��Democrats” keep punching in, we gotta punch in too.

I wanna be really clear about something here: Joe Biden has done some very good things (like capping the cost of insulin), but he has also been, in many ways (not all), a terrible “Democratic” president. Biden is far too enamored of “bipartisanship,” and reaching across the aisle (to people who do not want to compromise), and Biden is far far too enamored of the non-existent good old days™ when Republicans weren’t the evil pieces of shit that they are now, and he takes far too long to change his position on important issues. Like Palestine.

But yeah, (can’t believe I’M saying this) he’s definitely better than a second Trump term will be. And even if he’s slow to change positions, at least he can be persuaded. Trump can’t.

I’m not white and I’m not rich. I am terrified of a second Trump term. I’m basically a single issue voter now, and my issue is keeping Trump out of office and HOPEFULLY making him pay for every single law he’s broken.

[haematophiliac]

// Sometimes I feel the need to remind people that simply because I share the same name as my OC, it wasn't intentional or even has any meaning behind it!!!

I made Jaxmuse in October 2018.

In like... early 2020 I met up with a long-lost IRL friend and we went to Amsterdam as a random spur of the moment thing after rekindling said friendship. It was funny.

Story time!

2020 rolls around. We were both like... Yea, we're friends again, we think! Someone (Let's call her X) had soured our thoughts about each other and, before we got talking again, had turned this friend against me with some bullshit and lies and all that, so we lost contact for like eight years because "X" was gatekeeping her away from me (Very vile, manipulative gal, dare not go against her unless you invoke her wrath kinda thing, so I don't at all blame my friend for listening to her). But we started talking online again (in around 2017) and (2020 now) I posted on FB like "I wanna go to Amsterdam, tickets are cheap, but I ain't going alone" and my friend just said "I'll go with you lol" and yea. We did lmao, four days later! (Btw I met this friend first time in 2001 at high school and she was my IRL bff until aforementioned asshole got between us in 2009).

So, we met up in the airport, and instead of calling me my chosen name of like a year or so, she was just like "I'll call you Jax". I was just like Oh ok. Cool. I do love the name. If she wants to call me that then she can! Nod nod. Great stuff. Love it. Her excuse was that it was easier. Valid. Still love it. We had an amazing time in Amsterdam and rekindled our friendship that's still going amazingly strong to this day, like we've never been apart.

And the name Jax just caught on after that. At the end of the trip I was like Yea, I do like it a lot. It feels right and fits so much better. So I slowly tested it out with people and then made it my new name, and eventually all my friends started calling me that, too. Definitely felt much better.

So now I sit here like Aw Damn. I share the same name as my muse. I hope nobody thinks it's a self-insert or anything ololol. I mean, I know y'all know he's not a self-insert or anything related, but still, new people may be like "WTF?!" and think he is.

He isn't. He's an asshole and I try to be nice :(

[halalgirlmeg]

Battle of the Hijabs (Under read more because this got longer than I thought and I started ranting about why representation in media fucking sucks atp and why the TV show Quantico is the worst):

Coming in at number 1, getting the gold: LITERALLY ALL THE HIJABIS IN WE ARE LADY PARTS like the variation in hijabs alone is so beautiful I love it, iykyk, Stream Bashir with the Good Beard. Like very real to life with different styles and personalities, don't you just love when shows actually treat hijabis as real human beings

All the hijabis from every version of Skam (except Italy fuck you)

Goldie is like next bc the actress isn't a hijabi but like I feel like they depicted being a hijabi really well for the most part like with her thinking she wanted to take it off and realizing everything about herself was nice it was very complex and well done imo

Qadri's next cause tbh I liked her style and the fact that she wore al Amira hijabs. I know everyone's like oh those are for little girls or they're ugly but tbh it makes sense bc I feel like being that she's training to be a surgeon and it is very convenient cause who's trying to be calling a code and fight with some chiffon or jersey material?? Not me! (They lose points for that one scene cause you mean to tell me she's only going to use her hijab to stop the bleeding and nothing else?? Come again?? She's in a hospital!!)

Next is Adina from The Bold Type, tbh idk how to feel cause she's a lesbian and played by Nikhol Boosheri and I was excited at the time but tbh some of her choices def had me scratching my head and I feel like they could've did a bit more to showcase her identity ykwim

Marjan from 911 Lone Star cause bro what the hell was the praying scene, did y'all talk to one Muslim? Download the Learning to Pray app on your phone I'll send you a link like be SO FR, then them saying her masjid kicked her out bc her hijab accidentally came off (which happens so much in television) like...again did you talk to anyone, I could see backlash yes but I just *sigh* again which Muslims did you talk to like idk about y'all but a stiff tug or strong wind has tested my hijab before like it happens, we cover back up and move on

Bottom 2 but not thee bottom, Nadia from Elite (hear me out cause the bottom of the list will make sense) obviously its so low because she wore hijab and they had some decent commentary at first, and then removed her hijab, and for Guzman ol racist crusty lip ass like, this who you risking it all for??? GIRL??? Like if Vic Mensa asked to see my hair I'd let him see that and much else (I'M KIDDING, I'd marry him first ok, astaghfirullah) no fr like but it's even that like they made it that she's more confident without her hijab people like her more, like it's obviously same old song like hijab is removed and suddenly liberation like they could've showed it in a more tasteful way if they wanted to but what did I expect from Europeans esp Spaniards like

And coming in Dead Last Raina Amin, tbh girl its not even about you...WHO WROTE THIS. Cause I watched it back in the day cause you know representation but like *pauses before I sip my coffee* hold tf on. Like where to even begin, the cop propaganda? What do you have to prove, cause they tried to get me i would've been like get tf off my porch. Like and the FBI? How did they even recruit the twins? The government watchlist? Blair Imani slid up in the masjid to snitch? I mean, what the hell? And this show had so much talent to be so extremely questionable (and that is putting it mildly). But we're discussing the twins rn. Raina specifically. So it doesn't even stop there. Like so much was wrong, so you mean to tell me she's in love with a man who used to be an IOF soldier, who helped them actively target Palestinian women for God knows what (the show implied certain things), like WTF is this, like everyone wants to talk about her removing her hijab and kissing him but like we have bigger fish to fry, that is like at the bottom of the problem list. Like did we see the man they put her with and she still loved him later EYE. And then two more things and then I'll shut up. Okay so they were working for the Government to infiltrate terrorist cells whatever bc they were going to attack American soil. No mention of how terrorist groups like the ones they're depicting mostly target minority sect Muslims and lead to their deaths that usually go unnoticed by anyone who is not them, Iran and Nigeria, if I remember correctly are where a lot of the casualties are from. I hate propaganda cause its the same old shit like we really pushing the agenda huh? And hijab removal scene again worst part cause you know what I hated after this other stuff cause red flags with major red lights and a bullhorn. But there was something where they had to change their look because their twins but like as one person but one is a hijabi, the other is not. So they were like we have to find a middle ground, someone who's easily targeted because they're muslim but also loose (I'm paraphrasing but you see what I'm saying?) Like fuck y'all. Fuck whoever wrote this. Like from head to toe Quantico is like an absolute clusterfuck of everything terrible people do with hijab characters (not to mention the rest of the cast but that would be even longer) but dead last because like maybe some of the others on this list at least tried if they're not terribly misguided but this depiction is like dangerous, it's a reminder why we don't just get all our info from TV and other fictional narratives, we talk to real people and we learn real things because this is absolute bullshit to say the least

[joeey-dee]

I just stumbled over some of the Olicity scenes in 4.08 Legends of Yesterday on YouTube, and can I just say WTF! That’s always my mind’s first reaction when watching them. 

And can I just point out the hypocrisy and gaslighting on Felicity’s side? She accuses him of not trusting her and yet, she is the one who didn’t trust him, used her skills to track his movements, and forced Barry into showing her something he was aware of Oliver didn’t want anyone to know about. That screams I trust you to me. 

Especially after Oliver told her there was something he needed to figure out and he would let her know what it was about, as soon as he had more information. Yet, she didn’t even wait for him to return to find out if he was telling the truth or not. No, she pretty much stalked him. 

So, who isn’t trusting whom? 

And all of this after she had lied to him for months, worked with Team Arrow behind his back and pretended she was as happy and content with their life in Ivy Town as he had been. 

She is the last person who has the right to get down on Oliver for lying. Seriously!

And since she realized it was a paternity test, Oliver had Barry do, she’d also realize Oliver had only learnt about being a dad, maybe two minutes before she showed up to demand answers from Barry, which would’ve been a couple of hours before she confronted him. When exactly was he supposed to let her know? This was the first time he’s seen her since finding out. Give the guy some time to process and you know, if he still hasn’t told you in a couple of days, okay, maybe bring it up but not like this. 

This is a major event in Oliver’s life, and like he pointed out to her it is a lot more complicated than it appears at first glance. 

He had also just learnt that Samantha and his mom purposely misled him into believing his child died before it ever had a chance at life. Oliver was confronted with loosing a child in his early twenties, whether he had wanted it or not doesn’t really matter, the flashback to that event and the fact that Oliver is a good, compassionate and caring person clearly shows how much he had struggled with that loss. 

To then learn it had all been a lie just to keep him out of his child’s life? How utterly cruel and devastating must that have been? Knowing that they’d rather lied to him and made him believe his child had died, then have him be a part of his child’s life. Just imagine the anguish that must have been to learn how little Samantha and his mom thought of him. This being amplified by Samantha’s demands to him. 

And after considering all of this, who can blame him for going along with the demands of the woman who had had no issues making him believe his child had died in order to keep him out of their lives? In his mind there was probably no question she’d do anything in her power to keep William away from him if he didn’t adhere to her demands, she’d done it before. 

I will never understand how the majority of the fandom is on Felicity’s side here and vilifying Oliver over the only choice he had really. 

Oliver was the victim in everything concerning his son. Oliver and William. But that’s it. No one else was a victim in that situation. 

The way Felicity behaved both times she learnt about William was just disgusting and horrible and that was the point I was done with her character. She of all people should’ve understood and supported Oliver’s choice to do whatever he had to to be a part of his son’s life, given her past with her parents.

Okay, so this rant turned out much longer than expected.

This might be an unpopular opinion but I don’t care. Oliver was the victim and everyone was victim blaming and never put his actions into perspective with everything we’ve known and learnt about the situation with Samantha and William. 

[findursoulmateorfindyourself]

I see you

Sitting stoned on my couch, with the blanket we were gifted yesterday and Marian protected so dearly, he was his gift for his new flat. It’s so cozy I’m so happy like wtf how do I deserve this.

I meet so many beautiful people everyday. I just came from the museum with Emily and Ellie

they have so much in commmin and we have so much in common within each other. Ellie and I are born on the exact same day same year, emily and Ellie both come from uk both have this love and desire for the east and get it other immediately. It’s all so smooth as if we were friends forever, we go to this exhibition

it’s so good it’s so full but it’s still so easy everyone is appreciative. Everyone is beautiful the art is so amazing her book is sold out for ages I guy three postcards I knew immediately which ones I wanted. It’s all intuitively. We share so many interests

I learn so much from you Emily your so wise. You inspire me to the max.! So I sit here writing down all the beautiful things I have witnessed today I had ah amazing breakfast with Marian after an amazing weekend with him it’s like we’re glued together hahahaha when u don’t see u enough I’m going crazy like when I was waiting for u in the park with my friends haha u know what I am talking about, yes the night before was indescribable it just all came together then we met Joshua again the second night he joined us later again like the first night to then go to the spontaneous second house party with us. Joshua who is actually my bzw. Marians neighbor hahahahahah se everyone is my neighbor literally. He is very good looking and has a beautiful special spirit he loves to go the movies and we talked about Saint Omer and Wolfpack. Then we danced and smiled at each other like we’ve been friends forever. It’s insane. everyone is sweet everyone is welcoming this cooooool photographer just welcones a big group of young bobo kids and allows them to use their space to just put up some techno and get naked and get into ahh group make out so sexyyyy everyone is just sex I dance with Marian pole dance I dance with myself I dance with Mattia mattia is doing the most insane stunts

I meet another guuy from ifm Fabio is so kind, Pierre is so sweet Joshua and I dance to turn me on from Kevin lyttle, Mattia is yelling I wear TuS beautiful latex tip from Marie and everyone loves it Vittoria is straight ok kian is a seeethrart in a bike who loves nosferatu, pascaline has a million wigs. They’re all Italians and then there is Andrea and the sweet boy from

ifm who introduce himself with is IG handle iconic ?!! I sit here and think about the art I just saw when I met emotion and Ellie

this artist RINEKE dijkstra made very sensitive comments or quotations of different aspects and perspectives on art and society. She manage to capture very honest but conscious relevant moments of society. The perception of these young children who not only think about art in a very elaborated and reflected way because it is about perspective and perception two things everyone learns at a very young age is it through sound distance falling standing up touching things tasting, testing out we all know what I am talking about now.

this is literally all it takes to understand art and then contextualize it. And here jr comes what do we need to cintextualize and he’s true knowledge deffo helps. But ahhhh chicken. Egg chicken eggg chili en egg. What is knowledge.

anwhoo Emily said: ah this could be art critical so it wasn’t even me and we agreed in that point.

so basically this children analyze in a very elaborated way how the origin of this painting could be laying at. They name very emotional intelligent options for where the well-being or not existing well-being/ crying of this women can be originated. It goes from trauma, financial suffering, violence, loss, abuse, spirits, souls and health. Money power, loneliness togetherness

to just the fact that Picasso might have been liking the colors or maybe also he just wanted to do sth different. It’s plane but it’s smart and it’s honest and it’s diverse.

They remainders me of how I would imagine a Greek discussion instead of their school uniforms they would wear those toras? Is that the name those beautifully draped clothes going to finish this now and show some pics because I could keep going for ages sorryyy

[witchy-fennec]

Psychiatrist at appointment to re-dx my ADHD: “You’re too social to be autistic. You score high on a lot of autistic traits, but you’re not autistic according to the old DSM criteria based solely on what I observed in very specific situations.”

Congrats, you’ve only seen me on good days where I was likely masking and totally ignored the small cracks in my masking ability. Newsflash, I love stuff to do with psychology, which makes it easier to interact despite your shitty bright lighting.

On report: says good hygiene

Reality: I literally have not brushed my teeth in weeks and most of my morning showers equate to just letting the water run and getting warmth from it, but okay.🙃

On report: many mentions of social anxiety

Reality: It’s not social anxiety. I have GAD, but I do not have social anxiety; I have no idea how the fuck you got social anxiety, especially when saying how apparently social I am.

On report: patient denies aggression and thoughts of aggression

Reality: I never denied thoughts!!! It’s not my fault the self assessment thing doesn’t distinguish between action and thought.🙃

This is an old white man who very vocally said to me “The DSM criteria went from 8 criteria down to 3” as if that meant the latest DSM is wrong for making the autism spectrum more of an actual spectrum. He’s also basing whether I’m autistic or not by my symptoms/traits compared to his 8yo daughter who happens to be nonverbal. As if lower support needs autistics don’t exist. But hey, at least I got my ADHD dx that I needed for stuff. Also very interesting how he was all “Diagnosing autism really blew up in (year)”, but conveniently didn’t do the same regarding ADHD.🤔

I was also diagnosed with PDD-NOS years prior to this, which is on the autism spectrum. I’m also not nearly as social as he thinks I am, especially with how he wasn’t actually listening when I informed him of how I interact normally and my utter disinterest before my first ever friend, who was my only friend for a while and only because she approached me. He seems to think the criteria being updated to accommodate the merging of what used to be called Asperger’s in older DSM criteria somehow allows over half of the human population to meet said criteria, which, no??? That’s not how that works? That’s not what the criteria says. He also got very smirky when he commented whether I knew the diagnostic codes, which wtf does that have to do with symptoms/traits and the actual diagnostics? I liked him when I was in high school getting dxed solely for ADHD because he actually genuinely listened back then. Now, it just feels like he’s on some power trip and not willing to let go of old biases because there was a lot of stuff he didn’t listen to me on throughout everything and seems to think my stimming is solely for the sake of concentration when there’s way more to it than that, there’s the aspect of doing it for the sensory input, during times I’m not focusing on anything at all with no need to focus. He clearly is one of the types of people who doesn’t acknowledge the differences in presentation between ADHD, autism, and AuDHD, and has bias for The Old Ways. Of course I don’t seem autistic to someone like that. I have enough traits that are strong to be confirmed autistic, but his reasoning just seems to be “Can speak and look social on the few days I spoke with them, so any and all possible social issues can only be social anxiety” and that just doesn’t seem right? He never bothered to go in depth with any of the testing, just redid the stuff for ADHD and the self-assessments didn’t have nearly enough questions that could potentially detect autism in someone who can mask with all of it being exactly the same as from when I was originally dxed with ADHD, so absolutely no digging further to be certain nothing was missed. He definitely already made his decision on whether I was autistic or not before we even started. Even though I never made eye contact, even though there is enough overlap in symptoms between ADHD and autism, especially in someone who’s both, that it can be overlooked. There was absolutely no attempt to truly rule out autism beyond assessing ADHD and anxiety, which he dxed me with social anxiety when I am definitely not that, I have GAD because that’s how my brain works and things that have nothing to do with social interaction make me anxious. Like, yes, of course there are gonna be inevitable social things that prod my anxiety; there’s no avoiding that in a society, especially when forced to socialise. But because he’s so set in finding reasons to say I’m not autistic, he refused to listen when I explained, repeatedly (and not exactly all that well because verbal communication and on the spot attempt), why it wasn’t specifically social anxiety of the type of anxiety I have. I’m also apparently very needy of social interaction while at the same time being of “normal” social neediness. I’m pretty sure I was more happy alone in my room than socialising for all my life, but okay.🙃

He really just refuses to acknowledge that I don’t care to socialise because I don’t feel a need to beyond minimum necessity, such as for a job, and with a few select people face to face, the rest preferably being DMs/text only. Socialising is exhausting and I just want to get away from society with the few people I actually want any social interaction from. Also, the first times he saw me, I was more than old enough to have learned from observation what is and is not socially acceptable, especially given my “intelligence”, strong interest in words/vocabulary/grammar/etc., and ability to mask traits apart from certain types of pain as well as experience. He still doesn’t know that my issues with eating have to do with sensory sensitivities. He never asked. I’m guessing that, like my mother, he just assumes it’s related to my sleep troubles? I’ll never know because there’s no point in asking that when he treated me the way he did, especially since I’m never seeing him again.

He was also smug enough to make a comment about how other doctors could have dxed wrong. As if he’s immune to being wrong himself. So sayeth the man who would rather go with outdated criteria as if a lot of research didn’t go into updated portions of the latest DSM. Lost my trust entirely right there.

He also had the nerve to tell me “every action has a reason” as if I said anything otherwise when explaining that my being in verbal shutdown (worded it as not being able to speak) wasn’t an anxiety thing. The reason is my vocal chords just don’t wanna work some days and it’s something other than anxiety because my anxiety was almost nonexistent that day.