#autism is one hell of a drug

[fayewoodss]

I so desperately need to get a life.

[emilydickinsonsghost]

Being a Starkid fan is wild, because I have distinct memories of being in middle school and staying up all night waiting for the premiere of A Very Potter Sequel in 2010 and then bingewatching it all night (and then torturing my entire family with constant references and renditions the next day when we had to get up early to catch a flight).

And now it’s 2024 and I’m in my late 20s and they’re still releasing absolutely amazing musicals and I can use my adult money to buy online tickets before they premiere on YouTube.

Like, they’ve been making amazing musicals for half as long as I’ve been alive and it’s been one of my major special interests for all this time. Idk that’s just kind of awesome to me right now.

Not to be a hipster or anything but I remember being really excited when Darren Criss got cast on Glee and now he’s been on Broadway and has won an Emmy.

[brucequeensteen]

typical 1 am on a saturday

[lmanburgseulogy]

something something ship of theseus

reference ❤️

[mythalism]

every morning i wake up and have to spend 2-4 hours talking about solas to properly exorcise the hyperfixation demon from my brain before i can start my day

[goldiipond]

SKYE WIN: PAPER MARIOS 100% GOLDEN SHINY PAPER MARIO

[baalzebufo]

my weird al-ecdote of the day is that I was sat in a cafe and beat it was playing on the radio and i didnt realize at first. so all I could think during the guitar solo was 'wow this sounds JUST hit weird al song eat it! i cant believe the radio here would be playing that??' then it hit me. oh. this is the actual song

anyway i literally forgot about the concept of parody for a minute i just lived in a world where those two songs were coincidentally VERY similar for no other reason

[gay-jesus-probably]

I figured I was having a mostly okay day, just a bit tired and had some really unpleasant sensory experiences, but nbd. Then I decided to lie down for a minute, pulled my weighted blanket over me, and INSTANTLY felt myself relax and it's like... oh my god, I've been extremely stressed literally All Day, I just never realized that was the reason for me feeling inexplicably shitty. I'm an idiot.

[lornacrane]

the things I have watched and/or am planning to watch for Leigh and Ewen is insane btw. like there’s places Angus has gone I won’t follow, but the only thing I won’t watch the entirety of for Leigh is the Bye Bye Man, and I uh. haven’t come across anything yet I wouldn’t watch for Ewen lol. Leigh is easier bc he’s acted in so little tbf but like…………

[olli-online]

sunday nights really do change ur life because i didnt even know aew was a thing a week ago

[chaosandthe-deadblog]

If your running out of SCU-related things to keep yourself indulged, I'd be more than willing to keep the headcanon train a-rollin'! For example, headcanon that Tails rebuilt the plane, half in case they need to travel without the use of rings and half because he thought it was cool, and named it the Tornado after Robotnik creating the Death Egg Robot because it was brought him and Knuckles to their new family.

THATS REALLY COOL

[arisveah]

every time my life works like an abled persons, i feel like such a fraud bro. like, who am i to complain about loose joints when all my shit is in? who am i to complain about face blindness when everyone in the room has a different haircut? what am i doing, calling myself autistic- i just got that social cue perfectly fine! who cares if this is all after a good nights sleep and well thought out planning for the rest of the day with the help of the people in the room, all who are aware of my difficulties differentiating faces and eachothers haircuts? am i not having problems with my joints or my blood pressure because im wearing compression socks and sitting down? irrelevant.

[peachyyjellie]

have i recently mentioned how pokemon has ruined my life because WOWW.

[thedive]

need to redo my blog to fit my current four main interests……..

[intothedysphoria]

Steve would have been very happy with the amount of attention that Billy Hargrove was paying to him if he had a single fucking clue what Hargrove’s game was.

He was old news. A has been. Really the only reason Steve got invited anywhere was out of some communal nostalgia senior year seemed to spark for times gone by.

Still, he took what he could get. And what he could get seemed to be Hargrove lingering over his shoulders in corridors, hands firm and warm on the nape of his neck. Whispering things to him that could be playful threats or propositions in equal measure.

Steve wondered where the line of teasing stopped and overt gayness began with the way Hargrove treated him.

It was probably nothing, even if it set Steve’s skin ablaze. It had been nothing with Jonathan. The Hargrove situation hadn’t shown signs of being any different.

Sometimes they’d share a single pack of Marlboros in freezing, soaking wet town enclaves. Steve watching the way Billy’s chest moved under his Queens of the Stone Age t shirt, the spark of the burning cigarette between his lips, the way his blond curly hair stuck to a neck tattoo Steve couldn’t quite make out.

He was pretty quiet one on one. Evidently well read, judging by the hardback copy of Wuthering Heights he lugged around in his bag every day. Sarcastic Pretentious as all hell. So beautiful it was hard to directly look at him. Like the statues which overlooked his grandmother’s orthodox Ukrainian church.

They made stupid bets sometimes, influenced by something from Munson’s endless supply of drugs. That was how Steve ended up with a lip piercing, stupid as it looked. Hargrove still insisted he looked “hot as fuck” though. Which was nice of him.

That was how he found out about Neil. A bet. Scaling to the top of the Mayors house or spill your guts. Billy had been looking strong until the telltale sirens of Hawkins Police became audible in the distance. Then he ran. Police could never find him. The consequences would be life threatening.

Steve couldn’t imagine his dad doing anything more than clipping him around the ear if he got in trouble with the police. Certainly not anything involving a belt. Not his dad who’d struggled through English at the dinner table so that Steve wouldn’t be the one kid speaking Polish at kindergarten.

A mutual understanding blossomed after that but Steve was still no clearer to figuring Billy out. Steve was now very aware that Billy was gay and all the girls he brought home was a sham but the way Billy would treat him in public didn’t seem worth potentially outing himself to Neil, all over some dumb joke rivalry. He’d started painting Billy, hoping that a flurry of artistic passion would burn through this crush. Unfortunately, there was no such luck.

Steve’s therapist told him he needed to communicate, as if that was so fucking easy. The guy who needed a therapist to articulate the feelings his autism regularly obscured or muddled up would totally be able to declare his undying affections to a very confusing 18 year old.

The paintings started to outnumber the amount of available wall or floor Steve had by graduation, which Steve scraped by thanks to several disability specialists. He watched Legally Blonde every day for a week and considered becoming a monk.

Instead, Scoops Ahoy was dumped into his lap and he got to spend his days scooping fucking ice cream, instead of living the life of a tragic and aesthetic tumblr blog, like he’d briefly dreamed at 14. Every girl he tried to flirt with told him that he looked like a “demon twink” and Billy insisted on parading around in his red lifeguard shorts and sunglasses in the mall, generally being the bane of Steve’s existence.

They still talked occasionally, despite Billy’s filled to the brim social and academic life. Billy was either frustrated or depressed most of the time, tattoos now completely covering his arms and chest with an equal amount of piercings, which Steve did not stare at in the slightest.

And he was getting out. He was finally taking himself and his car (possibly Max too if the situation called for it) and going back to California. Back home. Steve smiled for him, even though it felt painfully fake considering his own sad excuse for a future.

Neil ran in July. Some old criminal charges from the late 80s had caught up to him and now he was in either Alabama or Texas depending on who you believed. Billy was absolutely jubilant, came out publicly only a week later and quickly intensified his plans to move, now that he knew his sister was safe.

Steve found himself wondering if he’d find some boy in California. Someone who was perfect but also ordinary and could keep up with Billy’s rapidly moving brain. He hoped they’d be very happy together.

Billy asking him to join threw Steve through a minor curveball. This was because A) everything needed to be planned in Steve’s head and he really struggled with spontaneity and B) he wasn’t much feeling like third wheeling when they got to California.

Steve told him this and Billy stared at him like he’d grown a second and third head. He lapped the Camaro twice before sitting back on the hood next to Steve and asking why in the hell he thought Billy was asking.

Steve weakly responded with “because we’re bros?”

And Billy rolled his eyes so hard Steve briefly thought they might fall out of his skull and kissed him. Which was unexpected. But also incredibly sexy. Then Billy broke away and asked if that was answer enough.

Yeah, that seemed sufficient.

Steve was going to California.

And those paintings were never going to see the light of day.

For @bigdumbbambieyes tysm for being wonderful

[plant-acts]

More LU College Theater AU as Things My Friends Have Said

(Also, this AU now has a name! It is "The Biggest Little Theatre" AU)

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Hyrule: The cast meeting today is an intervention for Legend to stop eating Tic Tacs.

Legend (shoving a handful of Tic Tacs into his mouth): Huh?

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Wind (Telling a story): So, as you can imagine, shit hits the fan like a dozen different times... simultaneously.

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Twilight: How many sugar plates did you break!?!?

Wild (surrounded by broken sugar glass): ...a number between one and all of them.

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Spirit: Autism is a hell of a drug.

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Time: What is a waifu?

Warriors (chokes on his drink): WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT!?

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Sky (Talking to a fly): I'm going to turn you into a Walk if you don't stop buzzing around.

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Red: Can I taste the fog juice?

Blue: Please don't.

Red: (Tastes the fog juice anyway): It's sickly sweet. I kinda like it.

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(P.S, It's been a while but my ask box is open if you want to know more about this AU! I also take writing requests!)