#anti text stutter

[thetetrisco]

I would like to remind people that I am:

— PRO RECOVERY.

— PRO GOOD FAITH.

— PRO CONSENT (NO MEANS NO).

— PRO PALESTINE

— BELIEVE NUMBER NAMES SHOULD NOT BE TREATED LIKE CLOSED CULTURES AND THUS ARE NOT OEA SPECIFIC (AND AGAINST NUMBER STRAINS IF YOU HAVE NOT EXPERIENCED OEA, THAT IS WEIRD).

— ANTI ENDOGENIC / NON-TRAUMAGENIC.

— ANTI PROSHIP

— ANTI DDLG

— ANTI RADICAL QUEER.

— ANTI “IRL”.

— ANTI “DOUBLES”.

— ANTI GENOCIDE.

— ANTI TRANS-ID’S.

— ANTI ALTER RACE.

— ANTI CREATOR DRAMA.

— ANTI TEXT-STUTTER (BECAUSE IT MOCKS SPEECH IMPEDIMENTS).

— ANTI TEXT-RHOTICITY (BECAUSE IT MOCKS SPEECH IMPEDIMENTS).

— AGAINST PREDATOR PRIVACY (AS PRIVACY GIVES THEM MORE VICTIMS).

[abyss-boxes]

Hello, hope you're having a good day!

Um, sorry for any awkwardness. We're very anxious and struggle with text.

Was wondering if you have the spare energy for a purple userbox with the text "this user struggles with text, pls be patient" or "this user stutters in text, pls be patient" ?

It's okay if not! No pressure to do this. Just wanted to ask. Um. Yeah.

Thank you and take care!

{ 👁️🪻🪽 }

[TEXT ID 1:”This user struggles with text, please be patient”]

[TEXT ID 2:”This user stutters in text, please be patient”]

No need to apologise!! Thank you for the ask anon, and i hope these help!!

Request for { 👁️🪻🪽 } anon

REBLOGS OVER LIKES

Credit appreciated but not required !!

[8millionscorpions]

bored. need to rest in bed due to being in the ER last night for a rly bad head injury they did not treat me at all for and told me I had to walk home w a head injury, refused to give pain meds when asked (I asked for Tylenol or ibuprofen. they said we'll prescribe u 600 mgs which is over the counter strength), at 1am w it about to thunderstorm after only 1 blood test. they would not hold me the whole night. despite me showing heavy signs of a concussion

anyways my head hurts and I'm resting in bed for a while and taking it easy. I can't Decide

[starryeyedjanai]

bad boys do it better

rated: teen | @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: modern au tags: dating apps, innuendo, bad flirting read on ao3

✿

Eddie finally opens Tinder after downloading it in a fit of desperation.

He's tried everything but these stupid apps—bars and clubs and pottery classes and rock climbing—trying to find someone he can connect with.

But he's mostly found guys that string him along with whispered sweet nothings and half-promises they don't intend to follow through on.

So he makes his profile and then promptly fumbles and drops his phone because— no fucking way.

There's no way this is real life.

There's no fucking way the first guy to pop up is Steve fucking Harrington, his unfortunate and longest lasting crush in high school.

He picks up his phone and sees Steve's face staring back at him, unassuming, a bright, cheery smile on his face.

Steve, 28 2 miles away "Hope you like bad boys because I have it on dvd and vhs" Interests: baseball, basketball, live music, movies

He taps to get to the next photo and lets out a shaky breath—the shorts of what can only be his Halloween costume are so short, exposing hairy thighs that Eddie wants to sink his teeth into.

The next photo is a snapchat picture of him grinning wide, cradling what might be the world's ugliest dog, the text across the screen reading my nephew is so handsome 🤩🤩🤩.

The last is an obligatory shirtless mirror pic, not showing off washboard abs, but the soft, toned skin of his stomach.

He closes the app, sets his phone down, and breathes through his nose.

This can't be real, right? In what world would Steve be the first person in a sea of profiles in San Francisco of all places?

Eddie expected him to chase after Nancy Wheeler when she went to Boston, but he didn't stick around long enough in Hawkins to find out if they ever rekindled their will-they-won't-they relationship.

Maybe he's just visiting. Maybe he found his match and just forgot to delete Tinder. Because there's just no way Eddie has this kind of luck.

He opens up Instagram and searches for Steve and finds him right away because they're probably still Facebook friends.

He scrolls through his profile and deflates a little, because all of the pictures on Tinder are from his Instagram. Which means it's probably much more likely that someone is catfishing using Steve's pictures.

Because the Steve from high school wasn't into men. And he's hot enough for someone to use his pictures to scam people or whatever.

He opens up Tinder again and his thumb is swiping right before he thinks about what he's doing.

It's a match!

Okay, now he knows it's a catfish. Or maybe it's a bot.

There's no world in which Steve Harrington would swipe right on him in the twenty minutes it's been since he created his account.

He types a message to "Steve" saying so are you a bot or just a catfish?

He doesn't get a response right away, so he clicks out of the messages, looking at profiles of what are hopefully actual people he can connect with.

His phone buzzes when the message from Steve comes in.

Hi3 Eddiems, cl!ck th3 linkin my proffile to . achat I am waitin9

He rolls his eyes and goes back to perusing profiles. It's not like he thought it was really Ste-

His phone pings with another message and he clicks back into the chat immediately.

That was a joke. There's not even a link in my profile

Eddie's heart beats a little faster, his fingers typing out a response.

So a catfish then?

Why do you think I'm a catfish?????

Because I know the guy in those pictures and there's no way hes into men. That guy was a jock extraordinaire in high school and very straight

You're awfully judgey for someone who was so anti-conformity in high school. Whos to say I haven't changed?

Or like, learned new things about myself?

Eddie's breath stutters in his throat.

Also you didn't really know me since we never talked.

Okay, I mean. It's pretty easy to guess that I was counterculture in high school by looking at me. So I'm still on the fence about the catfish thing

How about we meet up then? So you can see me in all my nearing-30 glory

And watch bad boys on dvd and vhs with you?

Dude, I am not inviting you to my house on the first date

That's a third date kind of thing

Oh yeah? Is it a back-to-back feature? We start with the vhs then move to dvd?

He can't believe he's entertaining this. A catfish wouldn't offer to meet up unless they thought Eddie wouldn't call their bluff. He kind of wants to see where this is going.

No see, we start with the dvd playing in the living room and then when we inevitably start being bad boys🥵 in the middle of the movie, we can pick it back up on vhs in my room later

To be clear, we stop the movie, right? I'm not sure bad boys has a soundtrack meant for the kind of activities we'd be doing

Oh for sure. I'd even put on my "let's get it on" playlist. As a treat.

Eddie can't help but grin. Even if this guy is a catfish, this is maybe the most fun he's had talking to someone in a long time.

Are you serious about meeting up?

Uh yeah, I can't have you thinking I'm a catfish forever

What's your favorite brewery?

Cellarmaker

Wanna do tomorrow afternoon at like 2 when it's not busy?

That sounds perfect

He isn't sure if it's really Steve or if he's going to be met with someone else or stood up, but at least he'll get to drown his sorrows if it doesn't work out.

Well—he's unsure until he gets the 'stharrington started following you' notification on Instagram a few minutes later.

He screams into his pillow so loud his neighbor thumps on the wall.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ok omggg so I know Vigilante is DC and Deadpool is Marvel, but just imagine Deadpool’s daughter dating Vigilante 🫣

STOP THATSS DUCKING PERFECT. R U SERIOUS RN?

i wanted to write something abt this so here’s a lil Drabble thing

Adrian held his hand out, nervous smile on his face. Wade looked the boy up and down, before extending this hand out, hesitantly.

“Dad, this is my boyfriend, Adrian. Adrian, this is… my dad.” You introduced, watching the way your dad narrowed his eyes at the boy.

Adrian had no clue your dad was Deadpool at first, and Wade had no clue you were dating vigilante, the very person he called “cool” the other day.

You knew both of their identities, but decided to keep it to yourself, knowing they would probably find out sooner or later. you were right.

Adrian was staying the night, and your dad had been out all day, and knowing him, you knew why. You had texted him multiple times, letting him know Adrian was there with you, but it seems as if he hadn’t seen the messages, because he walked in, suit still on, sipping down a milkshake as he shouted your name.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw not you, but Adrian staring right at him, water overflowing his cup as he stared with his jaw dropped at the side of your dad- Deadpool, dripping in blood in your kitchen with his mask off.

“You’re getting some… water on my foor.” He pointed to the puddle forming, breaking the silence. You came out, watching the two stare at each other, your dad dragging his blood in.

You watched as your boyfriend stuttered out an apology, feeling the need to explain himself and stumble to get a towel and clean up the water, while still looking at your dad like he had two heads.

“I’m sorry- deadpo- Wa- Mr. Wilson. Are you actually….? You know?” He gestured, standing up and pointing to the suit.

Your dad glanced at you, a smile visible on your face. He turned back to Adrian once he spoke again.

“Because if you are- I- I would like you to know something.”

Your dad sighed, putting the drink on the table and nodding at the boy to continue.

“Have you ever heard of Vigilante? Like- not the word itself, but like the anti-hero dude? Mighta seem him on the news, wanted lists-“

“Yeah, I’ve heard of him.” He shrugged, face full of confusion, until it dawned on him, his mouth forming an “o” shape. “You’re… vigilante?”

He nodded with a smile on his face. “Oh my god, this is so amazing. You’re like- my idol,” he rambled, turning to face you standing in the doorway of your room. “Did you know?”

“Course I did.” You giggled with a smile. “He’s my dad.”

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

TW: Serial killers, murders, blood, referencing to infidelity,

A/N: This has been something I have been thinking about for a while. I hope y'all enjoy it!

Spencer did not realize that someone could know more about anything intellectual than he did. It honestly baffled him, when Hotch called him into the office, to introduce the two of you. 

“Spencer this is Doctor Y/N Y/L/N, Doctor Y/L/N, this is Doctor Spencer Reid.” 

He gave you a small smile, and a slightly awkward wave. You were beautiful, there was no doubt about it, an absolute plus to the fact that you were intelligent. He was captivated by your eyes but quickly coughed and looked back at Hotch. 

“Doctor Y/L/N—”

“Please Agent, call me by my first name after the initial introductions, Doctor makes me feel a tad bit ridiculous after like the second time.” You couldn’t have been more than twenty four, Reid deduced. 

Hotch smiled at you, nodding. “Please, call me Aaron, or Hotch, I feel the same way about agent. Reid,” He turned towards Reid. “Y/N, is going to be a consultant on this next case, and you two will be working closely together.”

Reid was suddenly excited by the prospect of working with a consultant. He usually dreaded them, but something about you made him excited to actually be able to converse intellectually with someone on the team. 

But luckily for Morgan, you were not what anyone was expecting. You all had boarded the jet, sitting around and chatting since you had a long flight from DC to Oregon, not really willing to get into the details of the case just yet. 

“So, Doctor Y/L/N, what made you choose Shakespeare?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Agent Morgan, if you keep using my official title, you’re going to be talking to the wall. Wanna try again?” 

His jaw dropped slightly, enjoying the banter you were providing. Derek Morgan was far from ugly, far from it. But he simply wasn’t your type. But that did not mean you couldn’t flirt back. 

“Well then, Miss Y/N, why Shakespeare.” 

You smiled, “Shakespeare is just another language. And I already speak French, Arabic, Spanish, some Latin, a little Greek, and I’m learning enough Mandarin and Cantonese to get by on my next trip to China. So understanding Shakespeare from a linguistic point, I’ve already got covered. Especially since it was something I could read easily from a young age.” 

JJ and Emily had stopped their conversation and turned to face you, eagerly listening in to what you have to say. 

“But, from a theatrical point, his writing is so incredibly intricate. There are layers upon layers of text and context and subtext throughout all of his plays and sonnets, not to mention the fact that Shakespeare can be transformed, moved from one thing to another incredibly easily. You have to factor in that he was a misogynist, anti semitic, probably-most-definitely racist, among all of the other things, but adapting his works throughout time is something I have a special interest in, particularly his portrayal of woman and how that has been changed throughout productions over the years, mainly focusing in comedies and this strange need for him to have happy endings end in weddings.”

The jet was all staring at you, while a smirk slowly slid onto Derek’s face. “Looks like you got some competition here, Pretty Boy.” 

You shrugged at Derek, and looked back at your phone. “I appreciate competition more than meaningless run-around conversations Derek. If you’re going to profile me, then just profile me. Or google me really. There’s no need to prod and pretend like you’re not trying to find out whether or not I’m single. If you wanted to ask me out, you should just ask me out.” 

Jaws on the plane dropped. Derek tried to stutter out a response but was cut off by Emily, smirking over at him. “Besides consulting on murder cases, what do you actually do with a PhD in Shakespeare?”

You looked up at Emily and shrugged. “Whatever I really want to do. It’s just flexible enough that I can bullshit a job I want and take it, excluding present company. Usually I consult in England with the Globe Theatre and the Royal Shakespeare Company, I also guest lecture Shakespeare for younger audiences, like high schoolers and first years in college because I’m still young enough that I could be considered nerdy by a high schooler, but have college freshmen not be able to talk to me because I’m just good enough to get away with it.”

“What did you get your undergrad in?” Spencer spoke for the first time to you since you met him, you smiled a little bit. 

“No one really asks me that.” You looked over at Spencer. “I have a bachelors in Directing with minors in English Literature, French, and Classics, and then I went on and got my Masters in Art History, since the visual aspect of the Arts is what interests me so much.” 

Rossi nodded, “Makes sense considering I’ve seen your thesis–very impressive.” 

“What did you write about?” JJ looked over at you. 

“I–” You started but Rossi interrupted you. “Actually, if any of you had done any research, or were familiar with the Theatrical Arts, you would know that her thesis was an incredibly well-received production of Hamlet that delved into the female psyche and experience.” 

Your jaw dropped slightly. “I-I didn’t think you, any of you would have even known that. Let alone had time to go and see my production?”

“Well, I have a fondness for the arts.” 

You shook your head. “Or incredible timing.” 

“Wha–timing?” JJ scoffed. 

“Well,it’s— the program was in London, and it was only running for a few weeks…”

“Rossi when the hell did you go to London?” Derek finally spoke up, slightly captivated by you, but not in the way Reid was. You were something else, something completely new, which meant he could learn, and you were something he wanted to learn everything about. 

“Well, right before I rejoined the BAU, I did a lecturing series over at Scotland Yard, and everyone had been discussing this production by the youngest female director to ever direct at the Bridge Theatre. I loved your use of, what were they, silks?” 

You nodded, slightly embarrassed, mostly in awe. 

“Ah yes, your usage of silks and the columns. I was on the floor, part of the cattle that was moved around. Very innovative use of that space, very impressive.” 

“I’d have to agree.” Hotch spoke up, and you turned to look at him, eyes even wider than before. He smiled at the look on your face. “When we got this case, and we were requesting you as a consultant, I watched the recording. Very good work Y/n.”

“W-wow, um, thank you so much Age–Hotch. I really appreciate it–from the both of you.” You smiled at him and Rossi. 

“I would love to hear all about this production, if you don’t mind me asking.” Emily slid across the aisle, taking the seat across from you, JJ doing the same, crowding Derek. 

“Well, as Rossi said, it was about the female experience, and my Hamlet, was absolutely incredible, really took on the queer aspect of the role since Ophelia was still a woman, and–” You explained the concept, the design, the thought behind all of it. Every single person on the plane was simply obsessed with you by the time you were done, asking questions when they were curious. It confounded Spencer how he had never really paid attention to that section of the world of academia, and he was almost beating himself up over it, because he had missed you this whole time. 

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“Eyes look your last, Arms take your—this is Romeo’s death monologue before he stabs himself. And this other one, is ‘Be buried quick with her, and so will I’, which is Hamlet trying to fight Laertes after he learns of Ophelia’s death…And..this is the one from this morning ” You turned to the sheriff who was just trying to make sense of the fact that you just were able to comprehend and relay Shakespearean information after reading the images of the victim's blood used on the walls, so calmly. “Sheriff?”

“Sorry, yes. Yes” 

You frowned a bit, “They’re getting more violent. This is Brutus finding out Portia is dead–’with meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now…”

Reid looked over at you, “All of them are the men’s reactions to the death of their beloved.” 

You nodded and sighed. “That means, uh…If he has a list,” You walked over to the white board and started writing the names of the fictional couples on it. “He still has Antony and Cleopatra…Macbeth and Lady Macbeth,,,,and….”

“And what?” The sheriff looked between you and Reid, as you turned a little white. “The um. The last couple dealing with murder/suicide of each other is, uh, Othello.”

Hotch gave you a look. “Explain.” 

“What do you know about Othello?” 

Hotch furrowed his brow.

You took his silence as permission to ramble. “It’s just a theory but, it’s regarded as not only one of the most tragic endings to lovers, even beyond the stupid miscommunications of Romeo and Juliet, because Othello kills his wife, believing she had cheated on him, suffocating her to death on their marriage bed, and then once he realizes he’s been tricked by Iago, he kills himself next to her body. It’s horrendous.”

“If I had to guess, He’s forcing the husbands to kill their wives, and then he kills them..” Spencer followed up, analyzing the pictures across the tables. “Based on the way they were positioned—he’s setting them up as a series of muder-suicides, just like Shakespeare.” 

“Actually.” You picked up one of the pictures and handed it to Hotch. “I think it’s a woman.” 

“You just stole Reid’s line.” Derek mused from the doorway, handing you a cup of coffee, which you gratefully accepted. 

Reid huffed and rolled his eyes. “It’s not my line.” 

“It is.” Hotch said dryly as he analyzed what you had just told him. “Y/n, can you please get me a list of the monologues left, so we can try and figure out who might be his next victims, so we can try and link the victims we do have.” 

You nodded and sat down at your laptop. It was bugging you slightly at how much you enjoyed working on this case, working with the BAU, working with Doctor Reid. 

This was the most action your PhD had seen since you had written it. 

Part 2

[yanderes-galore]

Could you write a concept for Loona from Helluva Boss?

Sure! Here's some thoughts about it. @okchijt helped me out :)

Yandere! Loona Concept

(FT. Platonic! Blitzø)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Manipulation, Stalking, Kidnapping, Blitzø enables her, Forced relationship/companionship.

Loona is a hard one to read due to her personality.

She's very dismissive and anti-social.

For a major part of her obsession she'll probably be distant.

She doesn't seem interested in anything, she has very brief interactions with people.

The only people she seems to like are Blitzø, Vortex, and maybe Octavia.

Even when friends with her obsession she may appear like she doesn't want to be there...

But over time she would enjoy your presence.

Loona would be the most compatible with Hellhound obsession.

She'd also most likely meet them at Beelzebub's party or perhaps they even work at I.M.P.

She isn't very intense with her obsession for the most part.

If her crush isn't immediate, she's rather tame.

She may struggle with social situations or brush her obsession off at first.

But the Hellhound does eventually begin to like you.

For example, she does care for Blitzø even if she brushes him off at times.

Working alongside you or chatting with you enough (no doubt through text due to how often she's on her phone) might make her care for her obsession more.

Due to being a Hellhound, I can also see Loona eventually being possessive or easily jealous once she's attached.

Her obsession is slow to show itself, but it happens eventually.

Loona would start by trying to be friends with you, showing care and listening to your problems at times.

Despite her dismissive attitude, she no doubt cares for her obsession if they manage to get under her thick shell.

Loona would take a long time to show any sort of vulnerability with you, but if she does it's in private.

Once she starts showing care to her darling, she comes off as interested and protective.

She does have care for those she likes, which can be seen when she helps I.M.P protect Blitzø from the Cherubs.

An interesting characteristic to consider with Loona is her human form, too.

Which means she could even follow you into the human world in case you have a job there.

One Loona realizes she enjoys your presence, she's not only protective but possessive.

She may also stutter or appear embarrassed around her obsession when she tries to be social with you.

She really isn't the best at this kind of thing....

Loona herself is very... tame.

She's fond of her obsession but knows to give them their space.

She tends to have protective instincts and easily picks up on your distress.

She may even follow you around due to such instincts.

Anything that would make her intense is actually due to her being... helped.

While Loona is accepting of giving you space, tolerating you around others, and just suffocating her instincts enough to be protective more than possessive...

You can bet Blitzø steps in.

Blitzø no doubt notices how Loona acts with you.

Even more so if you're another Hellhound.

Blitzø loves his adopted daughter more than most things.

He notices the way her tail aways when you're near, or the way her eyes dilate when you pay attention to her.

He can just tell she's shy towards you.

Imagine if Blitzø tries to play matchmaker?

He playfully teases Loona while also encouraging you to be closer.

He won't mind you two together... as long as you don't break her heart.

Loona often brushes the imp off, telling her dad to lay off while profusely texting apologies to you for his behavior.

She doesn't want Blitzø embarrassing her.

Honestly she'd rather die than go through that.

However, Blitzø would probably be the one to encourage Loona during her obsession.

He already acts like you're part of his family, always casual with you and bringing up Loona.

It's like he's using subtle manipulation to get you two together.

He says you two would be perfect, all while Loona is wishing he would piss off.

Although, there's some things she's thankful for.

For example, Blitzø keeps a careful eye on you when Loona can't.

While Loona is fully capable of protecting you, having Blitzø help is a game changer.

Blitzø would probably already talk about where you'd stay if Loona brought you to his apartment.

He lays down ground rules if Loona has you over, being the overprotective dad with her.

All while Loona feels this is a bit too fast...

But thinking of you... she isn't entirely against it.

Blitzø coos over Loona being around you.

His little girl... getting a partner of her own....

Luckily Loona spares you from him at times, often keeping you away from him.

Although... I imagine you'd end up at the apartment in some way near the peak of Loona's obsession.

Loona gets downright feral at the idea of you being hurt.

Biting, scratching, spilling blood...

It's nothing new for a Hellhound, especially an assassin.

Blitzø may try to say to Loona that her possessive instincts are normal.

She likes you, right?

Perhaps even more than that?

Then why not be a bit more... up-front with courting.

Honestly, if Loona allowed it, any "kidnapping" or isolation would be due to Blitzø helping Loona.

The two, mostly Blitzø, would manipulate you into the position.

Blitzø is already considering you his kid-in-law.

Meanwhile Loona is trying to calm you down, telling you she won't rush you....

Her dad's just... excited.

Yet she doesn't prevent things, either.

She tries to make you feel at home, she tries to show she cares.

She struggles with being affectionate but learns over time.

When you're eventually "moved in" to the apartment, you most likely rest in Loona's room.

You're given some freedom, as long as either Loona or Blitzø is watching you roam.

Blitzø is cautious you don't leave the apartment once you're in it.

He doesn't want you hurting Loona, often rambling with pride that his family is growing.

If you did try to escape, Blitzø may suggest cuffing you to Loona.

At the apartment you're cuffed to some furniture.

At the I.M.P HQ you're kept cuffed in a backroom.

Loona may be awkward as she isn't the most intense yandere herself.

She's apologetic for everything, all while Blitzø is praising her and trying to encourage her obsession to do the same.

Loona may feel guilty for the life her obsession now has to endure.

When you two are one on one, she tries to encourage you in your new life.

She knows she shouldn't do this... that you should be set free... but...

She... doesn't want you to leave now, actually–

Admittedly... She likes keeping you at the apartment.

She likes "dating" you.

She likes working with you.

Her father just wants to help...

For once she'll take this gift.

[cirqosmos]

FIVE KITTENS + ONE = CAN I BE YOUR KITTEN TOO?

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER

SUMMARY as a lifelong and dedicated anti-kitten, you didn't expect that looking after your older sister's cat shop was a downright bliss—but shock is an underestimation when a human incarnation of a kitten appeared before you, slowly blinking at you with it's boba eyes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE cough cough.. the amount of 'kitten' titles in my jw oneshots 😗 also a celebration for 1000+ followers! :D

cats. kittens. endless purring. being smothered with adorableness was beyond your limit to function properly. okay, you take back your words that you hate kittens. you love them, you absolutely love them.

how can someone blame you for initially despising kittens though? when you've seen nothing but wicked kittens glaring at you down and hissing with their creepy arching back, you swore that was a tight stare down as you tried to escape it's wrath.

but how horrendous it is that your sister had been gatekeeping you from her heavenly kittens (not really), you had a week off from your devil of a boss and got to visit your sister after awhile.

unfortunately, she had matters to settle for two weeks and had to travel to another state which is miles away and had asked for you to look after her cat shop. being the anti-kitten you are, you smashed her request with a humongous imaginary hammer.

but it's safe to say that you've been bribed by a ticket to your favourite kpop idol's concert, immediately falling on your knees and praying enormously to your older sister's smug looking statue.

goosebumps initially riled over your arms, neck, legs, let's just say your entire soul when you pushed open the shop's screen door. you expected the vile creatures inside to immediately hiss and devour you but to your utter shock, they smothered you with kisses!

so here you are now, on your fifth day of nothing but utter bliss with your babies. thumbing through the pages of the magazine you took under the shelf after feeding the kittens, some of them finished early much to your amusement and quickly went to your side. oh what kind of merits have you done in your previous life to receive such adorableness?

contented, you fell into deep slumber with the kittens on your lap.

the bell rang, signifying a person's arrival—your ears failed to catch the sound of the footsteps as you were deep in your dreamland of hopping along on the puffy clouds with the kittens

"hm?" the person putted his palms on his knees as he lowers himself a tad bit to gain a closer look to your face. fixing his posture back, he roamed around the shop—sticking his finger in the cages as he cooed at the purring kittens.

humming to himself as he took a seat on one of the chairs, taking his time as he thumbed through his social media, and reading his groupchat's texts—replying back before his reflected boba eyes lifted on your slumber form, his eyelashes fluttered as he slowly blinks at you.

your eyes shot wide open for no particular reason, groaning as you fell asleep for more than you need. your head throbbing as you clasped it, looking around for your kittens until your sleepy eyes fell on—huh—you rubbed your eyes and squinted hard at the humongous cat before you, why the heck is it so big and tall? and why does it have a hoodie on with pants, cats aren't suppose to wear one, don't they?

"hi."

d-did it just say hi to you? the realisation sank into your sleeping soul as you screamed at the humongous kitten sitting on the chair across you. "fuck! why are you so big!" the rest of the kittens on your lap flew to the air, surprised by your sudden raise of voice.

the humongous kitten's boba eyes ogled at your chosen words, frozen at the spot as it stuttered terribly.

wait?! did you accidentally feed one of your kittens way too much? holy shit—what are you supposed to do now? did you just raise a titan that would devour the entire world? oh my god—oh wait— it isn't a... cat tho?

oh. it's a boy. not a kitten. oh shit, how seriously embarrassing is this?! stuttering in a low tone. "uh, welcome. is there anything i can help you with?"

an awkward silence engulfed the room before the boy burst out into an adorable giggle, his cheeks growing like a puffing steamed bun as he raised his fist up to his lips. his boba eyes crinkling into glowing crescents which had you screaming in your mind—holy shit, why there's a cute guy here?!

"you must have a really nice dream to think that i was a kitten." his voice laced with giggles shoot Cupid's arrow to your rampant heart.

"u-uh, i don't know?" you pressed your lips tight awkwardly.

"i thought you said you hate kittens though?"

your eyes widened in pure shock, with your fangirling mode switching into ultra protection mode. "huh, how did you know! wait, are you a stalker?!"

"woah, woah. chill, a bit? i got to hear it from your sister, she told me—"

"wait you know my sister?"

"yeah, i'm her friend. and she called me awhile ago if i could check on you for some reasons."

your eyes sparkled upon the quick speed of your realisation, clasping your hands together as you reminisce the glowing aura of your sister. "was she worried about my me?"

"no. she was worried you're going to bury the kittens."

"ugh, never mind." you rolled your eyes before the shattered holy image of your sister, internally screaming at her for doubting your clean-ass reputation. your neck grew goosebumps when you realise the boy still had his boba orbs fixated on you.

"w-what you looking at?" your eyes darted all around the space before swaying your hand before the bot. "shoo shoo!"

he burst into another giggle once again, amused. "seriously, you're still treating me like a kitten. for your information, the proper name is mr. yang. kindly call me that, instead of shoo shoo, will ya?"

"okay, mr. yang! how long did my sister exactly ask for you to be here?" you frowned, "i assume that checking on me means going after two minutes of being here, so what are you still doing here?"

"ouch, getting rid of me so quick?"

"if that's what you'd like to hear, then yes."

"god." his low voice gave goosebumps to you for the nth time. "give me a break, i just got back from work. tired, you know?" jungwon stood up, and the kittens on the floor grabbed onto his pants—climbing utterly fast till his hips. "plus the kittens seems to like me, don't you think?"

"i had no idea what my sister fed them to the point they're unbelievably comfy with people, actually. So don't get too high on yourself." nonchalantly replying you did as you observe the kittens, or maybe him.

"nah, the kittens surely likes me." his eyelashes fluttered up along his boba eyes to look at you. "but how about you?" mischievous smirk adorning his soft pink lips along with his boba eyes gazing deep into your soul. w-what the heck is he pulling with such good freaking looks?!

"u-uh?"

"i was asking if you like me too," jungwon lifted the kitten, pressing a gentle kiss on its head with his eyes still on you. "cause you've been blushing for quite awhile now."

"ha! that was the heat, you got really some awful tendencies to flirt with people you just met huh?" you scoffed as you brushed the kittens back with the hairbrush. "just like these little fellas."

"however.. cats don't ease up easily to people they don't particularly like." jungwon pouted in a playful manner, carrying the kittens in his arms as he slowly approached you. "cats also know very well who they want."

your cheeks flushed into an utter mess, looking away from his once adorable boba eyes that held the melody of a siren. he stopped before your sitting form, lowering himself down as he slowly placed the purring kitten on your lap.

"i don't know your name yet, mind telling me?"

"we're not friends, why would i?"

he pouted immensely, as he patted the kitten on your lap. "how cruel, well then. can i be your friend?"

"no thanks."

smirking he did as he gestured his index finger at the kittens. "then.. one, two— three, four—"

"counting for what?" you raise your eyebrow suspiciously. "if you're thinking to steal them, then scrap the idea."

"five." he hummed in utter delightment, "i'm actually counting how many kittens you had on your lap right now."

you had no idea what this cat-like boy were up to, that mischievous smirk never leaving his lips had you feeling so many things.

placing his chin on his palms, "ah. since you don't want me to be your friend, then.. since there's five kittens here, I wonder if i can be your kitten too?"

your cheeks heated up with his choice of words, your mind scrambled over whether he had gone insane. "w-what are you—"

whatever you're about to say though had gone to ashes, as you caught onto his boba eyes slowly blinking at you, his cheeks blooming into pink shade as his lips pulling up into another mischievous smirk. "the name's jungwon just so you have a name to call whenever you want me."

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[tales-from-syscord]

We were once in an anti-endo sys/agere server that claimed to be soooo great and progressive and you know, most servers will allow typing quirks but tend not to allow a stutter quirk because (we are sorry for this but just trying to show) t-t-t-t-they'll (they'll for those who don't wanna read that) say it like that which most people find mocking for people with actual stutters. But this one literally said that you couldn't ask for a translation for a "stutter quirk" because then you were being abelist and cruel to the system and it's just like what? We have to use a screen reader half the time (we have a form of arthritis that can mess with our eyes along with everything else plus just general eye fatigue we get) and it's so frustrating to hear "t dash t dash t dash t dash a dash" etc.

We get alters having a stutter, one of us has one from its source because its literally a broken AI and it could only communicate through kind of broken text. But even with it, someone's there to keep it under control and make sure there is no stutter.

We left soon after they allowed a system to say they were "traumaendogenic" and that they had "systemhopped" an alter into another system.

(Also we've talked here before, can we have the tag 🕷️🌌? If not that's totally okay!)

Not the systemhopping.. 💀

(Absolutely you may! I'm going to assume all new anons gotten before I replied to this with that tag are you guys, please tell me if they're not!)

[darkcrowprincess]

Lunter gender swap beautiful disasters au:

(I have no idea what beautiful disasters is. This is just a random idea I got from the trailer)

Hunter was just trying to make it on his own, away from his traumatic past. He never in a million years planned any of this. He never planned to fall in love. But you know what they say about plans. They never go the way you want.

"So it's basically fight club for women?" Hunter ask his new friends Gus and Willow. Willow smiles back at him to reassure him. "Technically yes, but it's not just beating the crap out of each other. Eda Clawthorne runs the club, and makes sure to provide first aid. Makes sure people get paid when they win their bets and stuff. The school is aware of it. So no one is doing anything illegal. Especially with Amity's parents spouncering everything."

Hunter nods, but can't help but nervously stare around at wild cheering college students in this underground room. Cheering for violence. Hunter's linkens these people to images in history books of Roman's of old, cheering in stadiums to watch gladiator matches. Hunter as you can probably guess doesn't like violence. He doesn't like lots of things. And this overcrowded room full of sweaty cheering people, as they gawk at two women in sports bras fight each other till their black and blue is the last place he wants to be. His anxiety is making his heart flutter. He second guesses accepting Gus and Willow's invitation.

This was suppose be a night out, a break from endless studying in his tiny dorm room. Gus and Willow were nice, new friends that wanted to hang out with him. Him grumpy anti social Hunter Wittebane. But honestly he rather go back to studying, isn't that what most of these people were suppose to be doing?

'Barbaric' Hunter can't help but think as he watches a girl with dyed pink hair and eye tattoo on her forehead give a hard right hook on the chin of a miss blonde ponytail. Blondie goes down hard as the crowd "oh's" in sympathy. Hunter turns to look at the doorway, estimates how long it would take to get through the thick crowd and reach the exit.

Willow and Gus are cheering, and Eda Clawthorne makes some commentary that gets the crowd to get even louder. Holding a Ms Boscha's arm in the air. Declaring her winner of this round.

Hunter turns to Willow and Gus, raising his voice "I don't think this is for me, I think I'm going to head back." Gus and Willow don't hear him. He tries again, louder and frustrated "I think I'm gonna head back, finish studying!" He goes to head out, even if they didn't hear him, he'll text them. They probably won't even notice till later, he thinks glumly. As he turns, he doesn't pay attention to who's heading towards him. Doesn't see. Doesn't see the girl stretching her arms as they collide.

He ends up bumping (chest to sports bra) into a female fighter, a short female fighter. Hunter, looks fully down at the fighter he bumps into to apologize, and feels his breathing stop and time stand still. She was tanned, she was beautifully athletic. Wearing almost nothing but black shorts and a blue sports bra. Hands taped up. Her dark brown curls tied back in a messy ponytail. The main things he noticed about her was her wide brown owl like eyes, a tiny scar on her eyebrow, and that she was smiling flirty like up at him. Hunter turns red, he can feel the heat on his cheeks staining his pale scarred skin. In the red lighting of the room she looks other worldly. Roman's and gladiators come back to mind again. She would definitely make a beautiful gladiator.

Time starts up again, as quickly as it stopped. The crowd turns on a again and euphoric silence is gone. Hunter tries to talk but he sounds like an idiot, only coming up with a stuttering, "Hello." The girl smiles back at him even bigger and sweeter at this. She gently pushes against his chest. That's when he realizes they where chest to chest close. Or really more of chest to him accidentally bumping her sports bra close. Finally having room between them, the girl gently boops his nose, " Excuse me, Pigeon."

Automatically, he moves. She passes by him with a giggle and a swing of her hips. The crowd easily parting for her like Moses and the red sea. She heads to the cage, turning her head towards him one last time to chirp, " Hope you enjoy the show Pigeon!" She closes the cage behind her, still smiling at him. A bright playful smile. Eda Clawthorne's voice announces loud, echoing in the room, "Next up is Ms Luz Noceda, a regular spitfire here, hoping to make it to the championship!"

Hunter watches dazed as that short athletic girl, totally and utterly demolishes her opponent. Grateful like a dance, yet wild and care free with every punch. In between the punches, she catches his eye again. She winks and mouths " Are you watching Pigeon?". Than turns back and gives a hard punch to the chin. Hunter eyes wide and dazed mutters, " My names not Pigeon. "

Again Hunter never really planned to fall in love. Especially with Luz Noceda. But everything about them was always a beautiful disaster.

[spooky-draws-stuff]

Chapter 1, (new ego series) The return

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Tags: knife, blood, injury, angst, and blood loss

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Description:Chase and Henrik are having weird dreams, and Marvin is gone. Marvin is one of the most important characters and him going missing first instead of Jackie means the egos should be scared now

read here also: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53002546

The hallway. The bright light, a knife resting on a table, green eyes glowing in the dark. He couldn't understand these images. "Don't turn around. Don't move." hearing something breathing behind him. and then a hand reaching out to grab him.

Chase woke up in a panic, holding a pillow tightly to his chest, his shallow breathing making his body shake. He quickly grabbed a flashlight and turned around, shining the beam of light in front of his bedroom door, which was locked. Chase sighed with relief. He laid back down onto his soft mattress and pulled his blanket over him and slowly closed his eyes. A figure loomed over him. A knife was then pressed against his skin, as he slept. A frigid blade slowly sank deeper into his flesh as the warmth of crimson rose to the surface of his skin. The figure disappeared. A few minutes later, Chase had barely fallen asleep and he jolted from his bed, and ran to the bathroom leaving behind a trail of blood dripping from the open wound over his right arm. He turned on the light switch and then screamed when he saw what had been done to him. He quickly found a towel to wrap around his arm to maybe slow the bleeding. Of course Chase was not sure if this would work. He then ran to Henrik’s room.

Chase had been staying with Henrik because he couldn’t afford to live in his apartment anymore. However he was planning on moving in with Jackie. This was only a temporary stay.

Chase slammed open the door and shook Henrik. The doctor angrily muttered something and shoved Chase away, and turned on the lamp next to him. Without speaking, he stood up and walked into his closet and got a first aid kit and some sewing tools. The doctor stared at Chase. “You’re not going to like what I have to do to you. It's a good thing its not deep enough for stitches. you're going to be okay. And I don’t need to know what happened." Henrik spoke coldly. Henrik held up a syringe and injected it into Chase’s shoulder. “Lie down. You won’t feel anything. I don’t have anything to knock you out, so this is my only option.”

A few weeks later

Marvin sat in his room, looking particularly bored. He kept staring blankly outside his window and then looking at the scars on his face in the mirror. He shut his eyes and covered his forehead, a dull aching pain in his head. He could still remember what it felt like to be controlled by Anti. All he could feel everyday was fear, and it never seemed to go away. The image kept repeating in his mind, over and over again. Sleep was his only escape. And then he got a phone call.

“Marvin….I need to have a meeting…with you…Do you know where Anti is?” Henrik spoke in a tired voice.

“Yes..I think it’s still in his house…” Marvin stuttered. Marvin’s voice was never like this.

“The months. I have not forgotten. We have to go back to that place…you know we do…” There was something peculiar about the way Henrik spoke.

“Henrik…why are you telling me this?” Marvin’s voice became alarmed.

“You…did this…to me……..Marvin….won’t you be my puppet again?” It was the doctor's voice over the phone but…it wasn’t Henrik at all.

Marvin stepped backwards from his chair and bumped into his closet. The phone in his hand fell to the floor. All he could feel was claws wrapping around his arms, and pulling him into darkness.

“See you soon.” Anti’s voice echoed.

"Hello?" Henrik's phone rang and he picked it up.

"Doctor, is Chase going to be okay? He just texted me a picture and I'm scared. Does this mean Anti’s back? Did Chase hurt himself? Tell me what's going on right now!" Jackie panicked over the phone, his tone becoming angry.

"I don't know whats happening Jackie. I don't know how Chase got cut like that. and after I treated him, when I went back to sleep I had such a weird dream…I saw Marvin, standing in my closet. The fabric of his cloak was torn, and he breathed heavily. He wouldn't speak when I tried to talk to him. I moved my arm, but I felt stuck. everything was slowing down, and when he turned around his mask was broken, and red strings wrapped around his neck. He fell to the floor. I looked at the ceiling above him, and the height of it just kept increasing. and then I saw a hand with those familiar claws, holding onto the strings….Marvin, rolling on the floor just choking like that. and then he rose back to his feet. He wasn't being choked anymore. But he smiled. and that's when I woke up."

Henrik finished explaining.

"Meeting. right now." Jackie hung up.

Later, at the ego meeting

Jameson, Henrik, Chase, and Jackie all sat in the living room at Henrik’s house. The only person missing, was Marvin.

"This isn’t like Anti’s normal behavior. He goes after me first!" Jackie signed.

Jameson looked frightened, but calmly replied with "Maybe he's doing a different strategy. But why would he hurt Chase and leave? He usually appears and takes one of us with him. Jameson signed.

"I have something to say…" Chase signed.

"Fine! I'll tell you about the dream! I know why Marvin is missing!" Henrik shouted.

Jackie turned to Jameson, his hand movements were relaxed. "Henrik and Chase keep having these weird dreams, I think Anti is trying to show them something."

Jameson nodded. "Thank you Jackie." He smiled.

"These images….I think Anti’s showing me something that's going to happen. but I don't know what he wants from me!" Chase cried, looking at Jackie.

"We have to fight. It's our only option. " Jameson's hand movements were quick. He stood up and left the room. He couldn't believe what was happening.

"What are we going to do? I'm just a doctor! I can't fight!" Henrik wiped tears from his eyes and hugged Chase tightly. Chase hugged back but then gently moved Henrik away.

"We find a way to stop him." Jackie glared at Henrik and Chase.

and then

the front door opened.

[lavenderlambie]

Introduction

Hello! Hello! I am alter in a Polyfrag Traumagenic System. I am 1 of main hosts! I go by Lambie but Clyde is fine as well! This is my blog!

I am alter who needs lots of help. I am semi-verbal currently the few past months and somewhat year but don't remember exactly. Other alters usually speak for me or 'add' to what I make of my voice. Voice is quiet, weak, and stutters badly when attempt. Am starting use AAC more! Would like advice how organize AAC and such. I use Speech Assistant as starting AAC app.

I use this blog to talk about disabilities n disorders [DID, CFS, Autism, Tourettes, & NPD], I enjoy answer the questions as well! I also use this blog talk bout interests and such!! I enjoy Puppets [Welcome Home, My Friendly Neighborhood, Muppets, Sesame Street], Horror [Movie n Games], Sonic + Sonic.exe [And creepypasta overall], Mickey n Oswald, & Plushies!

I draw and writes! Though writing takes lots of energy, I put lots of energy in long text posts so can be understandable though hurts lots.

I age regress lots, so will share art of agere and have reblogs of it! While on agere topic, I will discuss of diapers [Even incontinence, as it affects me heavily]. Please do not judge that.

I identify with lambs and plushies lots! Always looks like one in headspace even with how much appearance constantly changes. I identify with otherkin terms and similar.

I aspire be game developer n content creator! N gets helps with all my needs as disabled person.

DNI

DNI: Usual Bigots, Ableists, Pro-Ship, Rad-Queer, Kink + NSFW, Narc Abuse Truthers, + Anti-Agere / Petre

Credits 2 @local-leon 4 dni banner! He is very kind caregiver. He takes requests 4 banners n moodboards! <3

[klaine-a03-feed]

And he's the boy who gets your love (and gets your heart)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/axV85im by adankrivervalleynearyou “Hey, killer,” Sebastian gets closer, looping his arm around his shoulders and pulling him close, “penny for your thoughts?” There’s a stuttering in Blaine’s chest at the sudden proximity, a warmth pooling somewhere in him, but he swallows it and shoots him a smirk, “You really think I’m that cheap?” Sebastian’s answering laugh rumbles through him, and he can’t help but lean into him just a little, “Alright, fine,” He crouches down a little and now he’s right there, right in front of him, and Blaine is too drunk and too sober all at once, “You tell me what the teen angst is about, and I buy you another beer.”  Words: 3774, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Glee (TV 2009) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe, Kurt Hummel, not just mentioned now! Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson & Kurt Hummel, Kurt Hummel & Sebastian Smythe Additional Tags: Underage Drinking, Cheating, Emotional Infidelity, and also physical infidelity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Vomiting, Unhealthy Relationships, (not seblaine), Not Kurt Or Klaine Friendly, a lot more anti-kurt than the last one sorry, Bars and Pubs, Texting, POV Blaine Anderson, Hurt Blaine Anderson, i love making this twink go through hell, Episode: s03e05 The First Time, Making Out, Kissing, I Wrote This While Listening to Taylor Swift's Music, Song: A Boy Like That (West Side Story), new idea: adultery, no beta we die like blaines mental health, Not Canon Compliant

[gertlushgaming]

Snow Plowing Simulator First Snow Review (Steam)

For this Snow Plowing Simulator First Snow Review, Command a fleet of powerful snowplows, tackling realistic snowy landscapes. This free-to-play simulation adventure game challenges your plowing skills in dynamic weather conditions. Sit, relax, and plow.

Snow Plowing Simulator First Snow Review Pros:

- Decent graphics. - 9.56GB Download size. - Free to play. - Graphics settings - resolution, display mode, v-sync, max fps, gamma, resolution scale, visibility, anti-aliasing, post-processing, shadows, textures, effects, vegetation, vehicle Ray trace mirrors, and best settings button. - Can remap controls for the mouse and keyboard including Invert axis and sensitivity sliders. - Three pre-defined game difficulties - fun, realistic, and extreme. - Custom game settings - tool maneuverability (high/realistic/lack), player health (no diseases/high immunity/standard), vehicle adhesion (high/realistic/ice), collision with small elements, automatic snow dropping on reloading, show the hints where the finds are, continuous snow removal display. - First-person view. - Mailboxes outside properties show jobs and job descriptions and here is where you hand in completed jobs. - Tutorial pop-ups as you play. - The online shop on your office PC is where you can buy tools, clothes, plows, etc. - Power-ups last X amount of time and you buy them online from restaurants. - The game is going for realism in a lot of ways from managing the cold to balancing the books. - Jobs and your office will have a snow removal completion number and a mini-map showing what has snow and what doesn't. - Shoveling snow is easy as you hold the button down and a blue square shows where you are shoveling, depending on the difficulty you can freely change direction. - A handy little number pops up to show how heavy the snow is that you are shoveling. - You can find rewards like cash in the snow but you have to click it quickly. - The end of the job breakdown shows the time taken, name and address of the client, weight of snow removed, earnings, and a star rating out of five. - Hold down the Q key to highlight all snow still needed ING to be cleared. - A full 3D world with 360-degree camera control. - Find Artifacts to help with the mystery of the game, all found Artifacts go on the pin boars in your office. - A wardrobe is where you go to change your clothes. - Many keyboard shortcuts for the menus. - You can hide the hud at any time. - Vehicles have in-car or third-person view. - Mark jobs from the map to have them shown on the compass. Snow Plowing Simulator First Snow Review Cons: - Performs badly from stutters to screen tearing and graphics constantly popping in and out. - No controller support. - Doesn't feel as smooth as you would like when clearing snow. - Driving is bad. - The menu buttons and shortcuts are just ugly blocks of text, yes you can hide them but they are so ugly it makes reading them when you do need them harder. - Very easy to leave pixel-width snow particles that have to be cleared for 100 percent. - The first five minutes are just a constant bombardment of *tutorial* pop-ups. - Shoveling is tedious. - Any sort of precision is a frustrating task. - The music is very bland and not that energetic for the tasks at hand. - No timer on the screen. Related Post: Jurassic Park Classic Games Collection Review (Steam) Snow Plowing Simulator First Snow: Official website. Developer: FreeMind S.A. Publisher: PlayWay Store Links - Steam Read the full article

[bigolechompers]

in my dream today i was danny phantom and i was on the phone with bruce fucking wayne

on tim drakes phone actually, it could fly for some reason and got past the anti aircraft thing we had without alerting anyone because it was so small

i had it in my hands and text on it said unknown user detected

and then the background went from blue hologram techy to pikachu and bruce wayne was calling

i put him on speaker and subtitles appeared it was great

it accurately captured my stuttering butmessed up on some other words as i tried to convince bruce wayne to not come over here (i knew he was batman but like i didnt say that) and no nothings wrong here but you really shouldnt

but this was an interlude to a festivity with me (not danny) so granny called me to eat so i had to stop roleplaying as danny and go eat barbeque (before this point i actually was danny phantom, dream logic ig)

[once-in-a-blue-moon-rising]

Ok, so I've seen lots of headcanons about Mycroft being distressed about the Queen's death and Greg comforting him (and, honestly, cute) ... but as an anti-monarchy Brit who loves projecting onto Mycroft, let me offer an alternative:

We know Mycroft referred to an unspecified royal as a 'very old friend', the implication being it's probably the Queen, but we also hear Mycroft at various points decrying any kind of intimate relationship on the grounds that everyone else is, comparatively, goldfish (although it's clear he adores Sherlock, and he and Greg are also clearly made for each other, I do think it makes sense for his character that they really are anomalies).

SO, let's interpret that comment as the fact that the Queen is, for him, a long-standing ally - not entirely deplorable, but mainly just useful to have on side because, ya know, she's the Queen.

And so when she does die, the cause of Mycroft's monumental headache is not grief, but the fact that he has to beat off journalists until the palace is ready to announce it, plus contribute to the logistics of the funeral, the coronation, deal with anger of those who think it's fucking outrageous that so much money is being spent on the whole rigamorale and not, idk, homeless people... AND now he has to speak to Charles. Who he really, really doesn't like.

And so when Greg turns up unexpectedly with coffee at Mycroft's office - and bear in mind this is a coincidence; the announcement's not been made to the public yet - he looks at Mycroft's face and he just knows, immediately.

'Oh my god', he says, plonking the coffee on the desk, and looking up at Mycroft. 'It's happened, hasn't it?'

'No', Mycroft says stiffly. Then: 'Stop smiling.'

But the thing is, Greg has never been super fond of the royal family, always a bit anti-establishment, even though he ended up in the police... and he can't. He breaks out into a full grin, and then he starts giggling... and Mycroft has never been able to hold himself together when Greg starts laughing.

And suddenly, the worst afternoon of all time is bearable, and they're giggling away together in Mycroft's office, trying not to laugh too loudly with the whole floor conversing in respectful whispers outside the door.

'Do you want me to lose this position?' Mycroft hisses, when he can catch his breath. He pauses. 'Although, it might be preferable to - '

'Charlie?'

Mycroft hums then, trying to retain some shred of... propriety, perhaps, not that Greg needs that from him.

'You're a horrible influence', he declares instead, and he lets Greg kiss him, and smooth his hair back, his laughter finally stuttering to a halt.

'I know', Greg says, and he steps back. 'Give me a text if you need anything else, yeah?'