#i was so happy until he said the autistic line

[titan-god-helios]

y'all have GOT to stop using autistic/acoustic/restarted as an insult or a synonym for stupid. fucking hell

[k1ngl30n]

Everyone's getting mad over the 'he's still trying to come to terms with himself' and 'seven seasons?' lines, but... I agree?

Hannibal, as a show, was never meant to be cancelled so early. Bryan had plans for the fifth, sixth, ninth season before season one had even began production. Will's character arc was meant to be more embellished; his embrace of Hannibal was more a halfway point than his full Becoming. He fell into the ocean, accepting Hannibal's influence, but that doesn't mean that he accepts his love for Hannibal yet (I don't actually believe they fell but that's for a whole other post) or that he would kill willingly, and not because he's trying to protect someone (all throughout the show, he's only ever killed for protection. He's still canonically a guard dog, and not the wild wolf Hannibal desperately wants him to become)

Will WAS still trying to come to terms with himself -- but he was ALSO in love with Hannibal. He just didn't know he was, and that, I think, is the entire point of Bedelia's confirmation; he had a suspicion on what that feeling was, and he needs to come to terms with how the only time he has felt this powerful, all-consuming love was when *Hannibal* was around, and how more of his 'normal' life was a lie than he thought. He needs seven seasons (although that number was actually a joke -- come on, guys) to become the happy, domestic, problem-free murder husband that fandom wants him to become because of this. He is a complex character with an exceptionally long list of internal conflicts, and Bryan undoubtedly had many, many obstacles to throw in his way before he was allowed to settle down with Hannibal.

In short, just because fandom wants it to happen, doesn't mean that it should.

I can guarantee that majority of people could have heard 'murder husbands real?????' in S1 and wanted to skip S2, S3, and however many more seasons until they could watch just the on-the-run fantasy of Hannigram. But, factually, this isn't a payoff until you overcome the challenges -- there is no sassy S2 Will without the imprisonment, there is no manipulative Will without the encephalitis, there is no relationship without Mizumono making them realise that they had one to begin with. There is none of their love until you go through the hardship they went through to earn it.

There is no powerful, consuming Murder Husbands love until they jump over the hurdles to get to it. Would you rather they settle now, or they reach whatever final stage they were meant to get to in order to become well and truly conjoined?

Thank you for coming to my TED talk; please ask me about the retconning of autistic Will Graham

(p.s. PLEASE let me know if I missed something else that he said that everybody should ideally 100% disagree with. I haven't watched any of the panels yet, just reading the complaints people have about those two lines in particular)

[do-u-know-this-autisticcharacter]

Do You Know This (Non-Canon) Autistic Character?

Evidence below the cut!

He has a special interest, dungeon monster, which he knows a great deal about and will talk at length to anyone willing to listen. He is not good with social cues, he did not know a member of their party didn’t like him for years until the man flat out told him because he never picked up on the hints being given. People find him off-putting because of his interest and lack of social awareness and he doesn’t understand why, he tries really hard. He is extremely loyal to his friends and sister

First Submitter added:

A second submitter said:

He is an amazing character and a great portrayal of autism in media that isn’t either cutesified or demonized, showing the positives and negatives

He is canonicly socially awkward. He often misinterprets and fails to understand the "tone" that's being held in a social situation. He is notably interested in monsters, to the point of having extensive knowledge of many different species, he also canonically has an monster OC. He has made comments that were deemed inappropriate by his teammates, for example, he was happy to be eating different monsters (due to his interest) while searching for his sister, in a moment, to seem positive he said "If Falin [his sister] hadn't been eated by the dragon [the reason they're looking for her], we would have never tasted all of this flavors!" (Or something along the lines) To wich he was respondes "SO YOU'RE HAPPY FALIN ISN'T HERE?", he then tries to find support in another character and said characters tells him something like "This is not the appropriate moment". On another occasion, he had the opportunity to milk a minotaur because there was no cows, the scene is difficult to describe if you don't know the manga/anime, but he was basically living the dream. After having milked the minotaur, he told one of his companions, very excited, "They let me milk a minotaur! It had four nipples!". In that same day, he also requested to be specificly fed minotaur meet dispite knowing he was the only one who liked the idea. It is also canon that he dropped out of school because he couldn't keep up with it. And that's just some of the stuff. Autistic people who know the manga and/or anime know what i'm talking about, these are just some of the examples (and also i might be wrong in some scenes since i haven't watched the anime, and i haven't read the mangas in a long time)

I, Pixie, would also like to add that I definitely see him as autistic and I wish it were made canon!

[noridoorman]

My reaction to episode 8!

Shh, spoilers below!!

I loved every second of everything that was there.

Nori and Uzi's conversation at the beginning was so sweet, albeit short. Bseeing that little happy face Uzi made at seeing her mom again... Man, she's been through so much and probably already thought she might have lost everyone else. So seeing the one drone she always believed was dead alive and ready to help Uzi kick some butts... Just look at her happy face.

Uzi's little laugh when Nori gave her "parental" advice is so sweet too. In all the years of her life, she never got that from her mom until now. And she finally got her mom back. It's so sweet.

Along with the shy smile and wave Uzi did, as if she's saying "Do I look good with the necklace?" And Nori responds with the cute emoticon on the stone.

Of course, that gets cut off my N RAMMING Uzi with the spaceship and oh my god, them.

LOOK AT HOW PROUD AND HAPPY HE LOOKS!! Plus, we got to see his little fangs!

And when he admits that he was mad about Uzi trying to sacrifice herself... Like, you can clearly see it in his expression and voice, he was really hurt by what she did, but also, he's happy that she's alive.

And honestly, I can't be the only one that when she first grabbed his face, I thought she was going for a kiss lol.

BUT OF COURSE CYN HAS TO RUIN THE MOMENT

I really wanna know what they said, Uzi probably cursed a lot lol

AND OF COURSE, THAT SCENE.

My god, hearing the music, the beautiful visuals... Like, the fact that "Falling for you??" is playing here and the way they hold each other and look at each other with so much love and adoration... The scene gives me so much goosebumps.

I loved how Uzi admits that she can't read the room because that's another point for autistic Uzi!

Their soft expressions, and Uzi's tiny "yay" oh my god they stole my heart.

I honestly kinda wanna know how N managed to steal the spaceship and go past J.

AND V'S BACK, LET'S GO!!

I was almost screaming like crazy in the hotel room, I've been hoping SO SO MUCH THAT SHE WOULD COME BACL!! :D

AND SHE'S RIDING ON THE SENTINEL, LIKE HOW COOL IS THAT?!

The way she says "Working with CYN?!" WAS SO SATISFYING AND GOOOOOOD she's so angry, go beat up ur ex babe /silly

This scene made me lose my shit, it's so funny, why is Lizzy being shook like a maraca

The backstory we're getting between them too. So I guess both were aware on everything, but only V was the one that wanted to change but was too scared to.

The amount of backstory we're getting on J too here kinda breaks my heart and kinda makes me angry at her. The way she said "it tricked me too..." probably because she geniunly through Tessa would be alright and fine, just for her to be... not.

J is obviously heartbroken. But she feels like she has no other choice but to team up with the Solver, especially know that it is wearing Tessa's skin, that's the closest J can ever have something of her.

"You know there's no escape, even in death!"

That line makes me think as if J wanted to die at some point, but couldn't. There's so escape for her from the reality that Tessa is dead, because the Solver will always bring her back.

Help, she's so smooth and cute and akhjdskjhsfdakjsda

The way how teriffied he is breaks my heart

When I saw that, I was in panic.

All of his eyes are focused on Tessa.

Cause of his trauma

Man, this entire scene with V apologizing for everything and even crying... She's been through so much pain and keeping so much secrets to protect N, but the burden of everything kept on weighing on her.

And her face as she realized that he revealed himself because he wanted her to stop...

And just as Flesha was about to eat N's core, Khan saves the day with DOORS! >:D Gosh I wanna kiss him on his stupid face

Gotta love V's tiny smile at Uzi, you go bisexual

I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI

SHES SO AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG AND AWESOME AND SUPER AND HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE NORI?? BECAUSE I TRULY LOVE HER

AND THE NIGHTMARE PLAYING FOR THE FIGHT, GOSH I NEED THE SONG NOOOOOOOW

The Solver plays soooo dirty, making Uzi believe that she accidentally killed N. Gish, her expression...

The song is so catchy my god

They're so stupid, let them get married now

MY GOD SHES SO STUPID I LOVE HER I WANT THEM TO GET MARRIED AGAIN AND KISS AND ARGHHHHH

Tumblr doesn't let me add more images at that point rip :')

I'll give a more formal opinion on a seprate post!!

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

OC in 15

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rules: share 15 lines of dialogue that capture the vibes of your oc!

I'm doing my autistic son Raven because he's my favorite child (and I have the most actually written for him 😅)

"I'd protect you even if it wasn't my job."

“How many times have I told you that you need to be more careful with sharp things, princess?”

 “I agree that they [Sapphire's parents] are a little much, but if I don’t do my job and get you back before they realize you’re gone, they will quite literally kill me. And I would prefer to keep my head attached to my body.”

Raven’s head whipped between the bandits now barreling towards them, and the princess. “Did you do that on purpose?” / She grinned smugly and shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I need to get out of here,” He gasped, “Can-... Can we go somewhere else, please? Somewhere that’s not so-” He squeezed his eyes shut. “...Loud?”

“I can braid hair,” He said, “I’ve mentioned before I have sisters, you think I never braided their hair?”

She shifted, turning so her back was to him. “Alright. Do your worst.” / He gently pulled her long auburn locks out of its braid, softly detangling them. “I intend to do my best, actually.”

“What about this: if you promise to be a little more careful and not put yourself in danger, I’ll-“ his face twisted in confusion and concentration for a second. “I’ll… breathe down your neck less…” He blinked, running a hand through his soft, dark brown waves. “Is that what you meant? That’s what you meant, right?” [my sweet autistic son, i love you]

"I think kidnapping someone to be their slave over a stream is more rude than what I said."

"Do you think I got all of them?" / Raven nodded to the glittery carnage in her wake. "Uh, yes, I think you did." He rubbed his sore wrists, then gestured cautiously to his sword. "Can I... have my sword back please?"

“Do you ever wish you hadn’t become my bodyguard?”  / “Sometimes-” Sapphire’s face fell and he quickly added. “-but other times I wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re the most frustrating person I’ve ever met, but… also the most happy and excited to live. I haven’t known a lot of people that were excited to just live.”

[Raven] “You’re kind of ruining my rescue plan.” / [Sapphire] “Oh, I’m ruining your plan? You’re the one ruining my escape plan-”

“I will always come for you, you understand?” He told her. His voice cracked as he choked on tears, but he couldn’t have cared less. “I will always come for you, no matter how long it takes. And if you ever end up in that awful place again, I’ll bust down those dark gates myself. You’re never going back there if I have anything to say about it.”

“What if it weren’t murder though? What if it were… an unfortunate accident? We need the life essence for the spell don’t we? And the animals we’re killing for food clearly aren’t going to make enough for the spell.” He leaned on his wagon where his princess was fast asleep under her curse. “I’m just saying-”

“No. Well-” Raven bit his lip as he watched her sleep on his shoulder. “She never got them before. After rescuing her from the sleeping curse… she gets them every night now." ... "She’s not scared of anything, ma. Or… she wasn’t… until…”

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Question, could I request the riddlers with s/o who has sensory issues? If you feel comfortable writing for it

Riddler Party x Reader With Sensory Issues

OH BOY, DO I... You came to the right place I have PLENTY of personal experience with sensory issues. Nightmare. Lots of Riddler parties lately! Seems like you guys LIKE them or something.

For those unaware, I'll be referencing sensory overload which is a common experience with neurodivergent people where certain sensations become Too Much and sets off an intensive reaction emotionally and/or physically. For example, me being autistic, when I personally experience overload I first get really irritable and uncomfortable which can quickly turn to hyperventilation/feeling like I cannot breath if i can't resolve/get away from the source of the overload. I tend to have issues with a bit of everything sensory wise, but it can be a little different for everyone with certain sensations being much more likely to trigger or be upsetting than it is for others.

TW: Ableism mention, self-harm relating to bad sensory issues

Gotham

Oh does he know all about it. He's the one who is definitely on spectrum and experiences the most outward symptoms. The worst for him is the sensations of bad touch and textures. Fortunately smell doesn't bother him much considering his old line of work. Yet if it's something that bothers you, he'll be happy to keep some coffee nearby! Coffee contains nitrogen, which helps neutralize odors. So it's a natural deodorizer! If.... If that's what bothers you.

The most sympathetic to sensory issues because he knows what it's like. He's also very aware of the consequences of too much turning into sensory overload. You'll notice a lot of his clothing is rather sleek, more of a silken or cotton texture. As a child he had this wool sweater his father would make him wear until Edward scratched himself to bleeding. Anything slightly itchy on his skin will send him over the fucking edge. Maybe you relate.

He will get overprotective about you getting set off. A little baggie of coffee beans, ready to cut the wiring on lights that are too bright, maybe even shoot someone not willing to turn the goddamn music down! Excuse me, this dish has x and that has a bad mouth feel so they NEED to take this back and remake it. If it's you, you deserve the fuss.

BTAS

Not related to sensory issues per say, but this is the man that would make the highest tier fidget gear for you. You can bet he would be equally attentive to satisfying sensory issue situations. Get ready for weighted blankets and a room that is basically a sensory cocoon for you to escape to when things get to be too much. It's not a devoid space, it's just a room set up for you that he'll never put air fresheners or candles in, it has some light sound proofing and it's own thermostat. He'll call it your "office."

He already modified most of his place to be adjustable at the drop of a hat, but now he polishes it off and gives you the remote. Dimmer type switches for all the lights in the house and you can shutter up the windows, too. He's ready to cater to whatever it is that irritates you in particular.

If you ever get a sensory overload in public, he's the one who will notice and quickly whisk you away to a quiet and safe spot to help you come down. Breathing exercises that he made sure to look up for you, hugging pressure if that's what you need and a soft voice to ground you.

60s

You are going to need to remind him a lot. It's not because he doesn't care or won't do anything for you, it's because a lot of his life is kind of nightmarish sensory-wise and he's just used to that level of chaos by now. He does everything big! Big lights, big sounds, you get it. Plus he doesn't really know a lot of neurodivergent people so it's not something he's actively aware or thinking of.

That being said, however, he's doing the equivalent of taking his jacket off so you can cross a puddle- but with sensory issues! "Oh! Pretty thing, do cover your ears, this might be loud." Mentally keeps a list of foods or ingredients that you don't like the texture of. Just in case he notices before you! Then he gets the bonus of being your knight in armor looking out for you.

If anyone were to be rude about it or uncompromising, he'd take it as a personal offense. Likely give them a witty riddle, a slight scare and then plots to ruin their day/life in the near future. No one is going to mess with you and get away with it.

Zero Year

Undiagnosed, but lowkey has the Tism. He's INCREDIBLY picky about the food he eats because of related sensory issues. It can't be too mushy, it can't be too grainy, it can't be too hard to chew- the list goes on. He's an expert at sending things back in restaurants if it bothers him, so he'll definitely do it for you.

Just know that at times he will be too self-involved and might unintentionally set you off before remembering last second. He'll be apologetic when he does it! Try to suck up and get back on your good side. Remember all the times he went out of his way to do NICE things for your sensory issues!

He will be downright obnoxious if someone else is setting off your sensory issues, however. Do you know the statistics of the population having sensory issues and YOU'RE playing loud music in your tiny shitty establishment? Do you know what that's like for someone who is sensitive to auditory issues? Maybe a little experiment is in order...

Do not ask what the experiment entails unless you want graphic details.

Arkham

Has sensory issues himself but would never admit there could be something "wrong" with him, so he downplays it a LOT as if it's just a regular experience. It's one of several reasons why his hideouts tend to lack the noise of other people. He also immensely dislikes physical touch unless he initiates it himself or it's you. So when you explain it, he's both understanding a little surprised.

Of course there's a name for it. There's a name for everything and he knew that- but also... knowing there's a phrasing to explain what he's been experiencing is enlightening to say the least. Considering this is the man that would make fidget rings and the like to keep you occupied if you also stim, he's going to try and be attentive to sensory stuff.

If it's something like aversion to his machinery noises, for example, while he's not going to stop making things... You find a set of noise-cancelling headphones waiting at the door when you enter the hideout. He won't stop specific behaviors of his for you, but he'll try to find ways of making it okay for you. Compromising! It's definitely showing his way of loving you since anyone else he'd tell them to fuck off if they didn't like how he lives his life.

Telltale

Don't take this the wrong way but at first, he's going to think you're just being overly sensitive/picky. Because you're his partner, he's not going to be intentionally rude about it. If something is bothering you, he'll try to take care of it. Whether it's a sound or smell or feel on your skin- He doesn't mind taking whatever steps to try and resolve it.

Likely he won't take it seriously until there's A) A sensory overload or B) You really have a conversation with him about why it's a big deal. Mentioning how it's not that different from his OCD triggers would be helpful here. Then he gets it.

His grand narcissism still effects his perception of other people's issues, even when it's the one he loves. Once he has the realization, however, he'll be getting on the ball and will torment anyone who doesn't take you seriously. What are your needs? He wants to have the full discussion. Because, whatever it is, he plans on you having it from now on.

2022

While it might not be sensory issues exactly, he knows the sensation of being mentally and physically overloaded in a way that could incapacitate you entirely. The moment you tell him, he's almost apologetic. Are you telling him because he did something that triggered your issues? No? Oh, thank god.

If it's related to touching, it'll be a little hard for him at first. He really wants to cuddle and be physically affectionate but he will respect your boundaries if it really bothers you. Otherwise, this guy is going to have the softest blankets and pillows for you to burrow in after a hard day. He can even lay on you or the blankets for a weighted component! Matching cozy sweaters and socks that are soft on your skin.

Sensory overload will scare the shit out of him the first time it happens. Such an intense reaction and you seem so distressed! Afterwards he'll be learning the signs that it could be starting with you and your triggers so that he can shut it down before it gets bad. He is not above murder to stop the trigger if need be. It's for his angel, after all!

[silverwings22]

Song of the Sea: Chapter 2: The Exile

Chapter warning: Character injury, description of warfare

Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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The Exile

Tech had been more excited to meet the siren again than he initially thought he’d be. Three days had passed far too slowly for his taste, and his brothers noticed he was more distractible than usual. Hunter took it as the aftermath of a near death experience, and told the others to give him some space to decompress. 

That suited Tech just fine, and at midnight on the scheduled day he snuck out of the bunkroom as carefully as he knew how. The usually persistent rain had slowed, so he crouched by the docks edge to look for Shiani in the water below with his flashlight. 

It didn't take long for him to spot glowing eyeshine just at the bottom of the service ladder, so he clambered down carefully. 

She smiled when she saw him, lifting her head fully from the waves and offering him a hand. He jammed his rebreather into his mouth and nodded, reaching back until her fingers found his and a tentacle wrapped around his middle. She took him down, through a small underwater tunnel that led into the volcano cavern. When they popped up in their private little beach, she set him on the shore before hauling herself up. Faint blue bioluminescence pulsed along her sides and tentacles in the dark of the cavern, and he watched her pump the water out of her chest cavity though the gill slits on her side so she could take a breath of air.

“Good to see Tech again.” She signed. 

Tech nodded, reaching into the dry bag he'd brought and setting out four camping lanterns so they could see. Shiani's eyes brightened at the light, leaning over them with the fascination of a child. “Likewise.”

He strung the lanterns on a simple dart line and attached it to two outcroppings like industrial strength string lights. Shiani clapped her hands and made a series of cooing sing-song noises he could only interpret as happy. “Lights are pretty. Love lights.” 

He smiled, scooting over closer to her. “I brought you a comm device. It was Wrecker’s, but he broke it and I was able to repair and reinforce its water-resistant properties. It should now be fully waterproof.”

Shiani let him show it to her, comparing it to the one he wore on his wrist before he attached it to her own just above her manacles. “Comm device.” She repeated when he tapped it, leaning in. Up close, he could see a greenish discoloration on her left cheek, and a cut that had scabbed over in blue. It looked a little swollen, which was concerning considering the level of cleanliness that could be expected in the ocean.

“Yes… what happened here?” He gestured towards her face when she cocked her head to the side. She touched under the swelling and winced. 

“Argument with big brother.” 

He nodded. His brothers got into fights all the time, and Hunter and Crosshair came to blows about once a week. “It looks painful. I can bring bacta the next time.”

“Bacta.” She repeated aloud, determined to learn the language.

“Yes. It is a healing agent.” He explained, pulling out his datapad. “Here, if we are going to share ideas we should start with language. This is Arubesh, the written version of Basic.” 

“Arubesh.” Shiani smiled, looking at the screen as he typed and signed what he said so she could start understanding. She was a very quick learner, he found, memorizing the names of his tools and what his and her names looked like.

He showed her how to use her comm and started teaching her to read, deciding he liked teaching. She sat with her many limbs updrawn, hugging them as she concentrated. After several hours, she flapped her hands to get him to look at her. “What do you call those?” She pointed up out the mouth of the volcano. 

The rain had slacked up and the cloud cover was rolling away, revealing the sparkling shine of starlight. Shiani’s eyes were wide, mesmerized by it. Tech looked up to, and while he’d seen the sky many times he couldn’t help but look forward to the day he’d finally get into a ship and have his chance among them. “They are called stars.”

“Stars.” Shiani repeated, smiling softly. 

Tech nodded. “One day, after my training, I will board a ship and fly out among the stars to fight in a war.” He explained. 

“You’re a little boy, Tech. Shouldn’t be going to war. War is death.” She frowned, looking at him worriedly. 

“I will not be a boy much longer.” He shook his head. “We were designed to age rapidly until adulthood, then it will slow to normal human rates.”

Shiani’s frown deepened. “No childhood, and your life shorter. That’s terrible.”

“I do not mind.” He shrugged. “It is my purpose. We are clones, we were designed to be expendable.”

“Life is not expendable.” She wanted to scoop him into her arms and secret him away from Tipoca City, horrified that the longnecks had a new method of cruelty to inflict on the innocent of the galaxy. Tech was surely an innocent, with those big golden-brown eyes that looked back at her behind yellow lenses and messy auburn hair. He should have had a lifetime to worry about his dreams, not train for a war he clearly hadn’t started or chosen. “Whose war?”

“I am unsure. The information is tightly controlled by the longnecks.” 

Shiani sighed. “They’re bad people, Tech.”

“They made me, and my brothers.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, hoping she didn’t terminate this friendship they seemed to be forming. He liked talking to her. 

“Even bad people have to make something good every once in a while.” She sighed again, reaching for his face before pausing an inch from his cheek. “No touch.” She said aloud, chastening herself and putting the clawed hand back in her lap. 

Tech glanced at his comm. It was an hour until dawn, and he needed to be back and washed before Hunter smelled seawater on him. “I must return to Tipoca soon.” 

Shiani nodded. “I’ll take you back. Three more days?” 

“That sounds acceptable. You can contact me with the comm device, if I do not answer I will call you back as soon as I can.”

“Comm Tech. Tech comm back.” She beamed, offering him an arm to sweep him back to the dock. He was getting used to how fast she swam, and now that he’d waterproofed his goggles he could see the natural landscape underneath the support struts of the Tipoca. The most concerning part was the amount of scrap and garbage just outside of the cave walls. The city dumped most of its trash into the water, and it left behind a soggy landfill just underneath. Shiani took him right to the ladder this time, and hovered at the water’s surface until he made it to the top. She lifted an arm and waved goodbye to him, flashing her teeth in a big smile before she disappeared to get home before morning. 

Kashae never needed to know she’d slipped out after he’d thought she was in bed. Big brothers were just overprotective and suspicious, but she’d show him how useful contact with the surface was. Tech would keep their secret, and she’d learn how to fix everything falling apart in Acopit. 

Shiani stopped at the Temple on her way home, swimming through the large worship hall. The flood had broken out stained glass windows, the colorful shards now worn smooth and littering the ground for blocks around the temple. The Holy of Holies was her favorite place, and had been since she was small and her father brought her here. The domed ceiling was patterned with a mosaic that had survived time and sea, showing the gods of the sirens. They’d been in this place long before it was filled with coral and water, when sirens shared land with longnecks and songs echoed across the surface. She reached into her bag and pulled out a tiara of coral and stone, setting it on her head lightly before approaching the mosaic respectfully. 

Three figures looked down at her as she floated, their painted eyes as real as her own looking back. They weren't sirens like her, but so much more. The Melody, the Light, was a beautiful woman with long greenish hair and a flying creature on her arm. She looked radiant and serene, one hand extended like she'd offer her friendship with grace. 

On the other side was The Harmony, the Dark. His fist was clenched, power radiating from his hardened being decorated with red tattoos on his face. A powerful ally or dangerous enemy, who could crush the soul from her soft body with a whim. 

Between them was the Song. Balance incarnate, holding out a hand to each of his children. A Father with his son and daughter, offering choice and council. 

The Melody gave the sirens their song. The Harmony gave them their scream. With both, and the guidance of the Father, their chains were broken and they were free from eternal bondage. That was what the priests and priestesses said, when they sang out the stories to the gathered sirens at high holidays. 

Shiani reached her little hands up to both at once, longing for the starlight and darkness of space above the cold depths. That was real freedom, and all she'd ever wanted-

“Princess Illumai.” Another siren’s voice caught her off guard, and she turned. It was three castle guards, all of them holding the harpoon launchers the sirens used both for defense and hunting. 

Shiani frowned, eyes locked on the weapons in their hands. “You can’t be in here. It’s forbidden to bring weapons into the Temple, especially in here..”

“Not when making an arrest on the order of the King, Princess.” The guard captain looked regretful, his green skin carrying an unhappily dull yellow undertone. “King Kashae has ordered us to bring you to the High Council Chamber as soon as you returned to the city.” 

Shiani blanched almost gray. Kashae had ordered someone to watch her… He knew she’d left. He knew she’d deliberately disobeyed him… not her brother but her king.

“Please just come with us.” The captain waved, and she was surrounded and escorted out. She glanced back at the three gods, eyes wide with terror. 

Sirens didn’t keep prisoners. Punishment for minor lawbreaking was time spent working for various parts of the city like the hunting parties or craftsmen guilds. But serious crimes were punished with exile, which was almost certain death. Sirens weren’t meant to live alone. They needed each other, their families and clans supported them in every part of life. Childrearing, hunting, care of the injured…

She was ushered from the Temple to the High Council Chamber, a former courthouse with a low center and arena-like raised seating so her judges could look down at the accused. Kashae sat quietly in a throne at the front, a scowl on his face when his sister was pushed, terrified, into the middle of the room. “You went to the longneck city.”

She met his eyes, deciding there was no point in attempting a lie. She had her reasons, he had to understand. If she could sway the Council, twenty older sirens including her own parents, she could maybe survive this. “I did. I went in search of a way to protect this city.”

“I forbid you to go, as your king.” He stared her down. 

“I know. But I did what I thought was best for our people. As Minister of Security, a position you gave me because you know I care about the sirens of this city. I was doing my duty.” She held her head up high, looking at the various ministers and council members. Some were listening, others seemed to have their minds made up about her. She’d always been a thorn in the side of the old-fashioned, pushing for upgrades and new ways of thinking when what they’d always done was crumbling around them. “It’s only a matter of before the perimeter defenses fail. The lights already barely work. If we don’t do something, we’ll end up with no power and trapped in the dark. Is that what you all want?” 

There was a murmur throughout the chamber. 

Kashae sighed, looking to the side. “Irri?” 

A light blue female with a finely crafted coral tiara floated down from her seat next to him. She was Kashae’s mate, dressed in a sea-silk tunic the young king had made himself only a year before to woo her. “I followed you, Shiani.” Irri said softly. “You weren’t just seen, you met with a surface-dweller on purpose.”

Horrified gasps and sharp bursts of vocalization rattled the chamber. Kashae sat upright, looking at his sister with a dead serious expression. His tentacles were pulsing with blue rings, his eyes showing he was fighting to hold his temper in check. “You made contact with a long neck?”

“No. He’s a human!” Shiani shook her head, hands coming up. “His people are slaves too. They’re not evil, I read his hearts-”

“You read a surface-dweller’s hearts?” One of the council gasped. “You let it that close?”

“He’s only a child!” Shiani turned, eyes wide as she felt the sympathies in the room shift. She was losing them; a potentially lethal situation. 

“A child that the longnecks made?” Kashae hissed. “I told you it was too dangerous. Even if his hearts were pure, he’s a child. You can’t trust a child to understand the severity of keeping our people hidden…” He gritted his fangs, the seam of his jaw twitching. “Apparently, I can’t trust you either.”

“Kashae, please-” Shiani pleaded. 

“You’re nineteen cycles old, Shiani. The youngest minister on my council. I thought you would know better, but you can’t stop dreaming!” He slammed his fist into the arm rest of his seat and lost the fight to keep from snarling at her. “You put our entire people in danger over some nonsense a Tidedreamer babbled about when you were a child! A thousand years ago, a king's sister would have killed anything to do with the surface on sight.” 

“A thousand years ago, this city wasn’t about to be overrun by things a hundred times our size!” She slammed her hands down on the podium in front of her in return. “Tech is the key!” 

“I will hear no more about this, or the surface. You will be stripped of your position as Minister of Security, and you’ll be making harpoon guns in the city where I can keep an eye on you. You’re lucky I don’t strip you of your place as your mother’s heir.” Kashae shook his head. “After you go back and drown that thing you showed yourself to, so he can’t tell the longnecks about us.”

Shiani froze, horrified. “... You want me to kill a little boy?”

“It’s your own fault, Shiani. You should have kept yourself hidden. Now go up there, find that… human… and drown it.” 

“No.” Her fists clenched at her sides. “I won’t.” 

Irri blanched and looked at Kashae, who looked like he was boiling over with fury. In the seats above them, their father Kathal also went ghastly pale. The room started to whisper about the Princess’ defiance and recklessness. 

“Will you dance for his life?” Kashae gritted out. “Is that how you want this to end?”

“Your majesty…” Kathal called, trying to level his son’s rage. “A Fang Dance seems extreme to suggest…” 

“I don’t want to fight you, Kashae. But I won’t kill a child who didn’t do anything wrong.” Shiani swallowed hard. A Fang Dance was a fight til surrender or death, and Kashae had been leader of his hunting party before he was even old enough to take a mate. He was one of the best warriors in Acopit, and the surrounding cities of Below Kamino. 

“If you won’t fight and you won’t kill him, you leave me no choice.” Kashae’s voice went icy cold.

Kathal’s mate and Shiani’s mother, Shina, let out a cry into her hands. Shiani glanced up at her parents, watching her father comfort her mother. It felt surreal, what was about to happen. She was the princess, there was a crown on her head and her ancestral chains on her wrists… yesterday, she’d been in charge of protecting the city. She’d been the jewel of Acopit, the most marriageable female in the sea who valued her work more than finding a mate. She’d been royalty. 

Kashae looked up at the gathered council members before steeling himself. “Last chance, Shiani. Decide your fate.” 

“I will not fight you. And I will not kill him.” She said firmly. 

“Then you have chosen exile. From this moment, you are no longer Shiani Illumai. Your clan name and ties are revoked. No siren will speak your name. No one will help you hunt, no one will tend your wounds. You are no one, and you will be driven from our city and hunting grounds. Surrender your chains and crown, you are no longer Queen Mother Shina’s heir.”

Shiani looked at her chains. Her inheritance from her mother, her link to her ancestors who escaped bondage and returned to the sea still trailing the broken chains the longnecks had kept them in. She was no longer princess or her mother’s daughter, it would be a simple if heartbreaking thing to take them off and lay them down. But her hearts surged with the absolutely unfairness of everything happening. She was trying to save these people. They were throwing her away, into the wilderness with nothing but what she had in her hands. All because she loved them, and she wasn’t a murderer. Because a little clone boy named Tech had bright golden eyes and she didn’t want to see the light go out in them. 

“No.” She said firmly, then hauled off and shoved the podium forward. It skidded towards Kashae and Irri, who both swam upwards out of the way. It was never meant to hit them, Shiani didn’t have the physical strength to shove the old stone that hard, but it made a great distraction as she took off as fast as she could past the guards and out of the chamber door. 

“Catch her!” Kashae ordered. 

Shiani booked it for the city gates, other guards on her tail. She was just past the perimeter when a squad of guards caught her, trying to hold her down and take the crown and chains off her. She hissed and snapped, trying to get away while their claws raked her flesh and she was struck with the butts of the harpoon guns. Just as she thought her only connection left to who she’d been an hour before would be ripped off her skin, a dark shadow eclipsed the group. The guards looked up, spotting a massive shark, and darted back towards the city perimeter where they’d be safe. Shiani grabbed her crown from the sand and took off again trailing blood. 

They’d come back after her once the shark was gone. They’d hunt her to the death for stealing the chains… There was only one place they’d never follow. Tipoca City, in the midst of the longnecks. The only way she’d survive was to go back to the shadow of the enemy and their city lights, and pray she wasn’t found. So she made a beeline back for the volcano cavern, shooting through the narrow tunnel and back to the little private beach she’d only a few hours ago been sharing with Tech. 

His camp lights were still strung up, turned off when they detected the rising sun outside. She lay on her back in the sand, clutching her crown and bleeding into the waves that lapped up against her skin. After a few moments of staring up at the circle of daylight above her, she pumped the water out of her chest and sucked in a breath of air. It came out in a desperate, broken little scream of agony before the siren rolled onto her side and curled into a ball. She was nameless, clanless, utterly alone in the galaxy with no way to hunt or protect herself… the former darling princess of Acopit now left to fend for herself in a heap of garbage underneath her ancestral enemy’s city. 

The only ray of hope was a single clone, a child soldier who’d grow up much too fast to go to war… but when Shiani had cried herself out and curled up in the drier sand to tend to her stinging injuries, she decided she wasn’t afraid to pin her hopes on Tech. He was a good boy, he’d grow into a good man. And if her stubborn people wouldn’t let her save them, that was fine. She’d make a new goal, and Tech could teach her. 

She was getting off this planet, into the stars. 

Shiani wasn’t at the dock when Tech climbed down to the surface of the water, and she didn’t answer his comm when he tried to call her. He disliked interruptions to his schedule, and he’d planned to spend the night talking and teaching. He wasn’t giving that up without a good reason, so he jammed his rebreather grumpily into his mouth and swam himself down until he found the tunnel. It was claustrophobic by himself, instead of zooming through at the speed of waterjet propulsion, but he made it in about a half hour from the time he’d started swimming. 

He wasn’t prepared to see the siren laying on the sand, curled in a tight ball and an… incorrect shade of purple. “Shiani?” He frowned once he’d spit out the rebreather, crawling over to her. 

Her head lolled over to him, blinking like she was fighting exhaustion to stay awake. “... Tech?” She mumbled. There were new bruises and deep scratches all over her, some of her tentacles glued together with dried blood. 

“You are hurt.” Tech jumped right into problem-solving mode. “I brought bacta. Let me see.” He had to sign at her to get her to uncurl, but she did eventually let him look. The scratches all came in sets of four or five, and the worst ones across her back looked like they might be infected. He carefully sprayed down everything he could see and cleaned the worst ones with alcohol first, which made her squeal and squirm. “I am sorry. I know it is unpleasant. What happened to you?”

“Big fight with brother.” She winced, flexing her freshly bandaged limbs. 

“Perhaps you should stay away from him. He does not seem very nice to you, and these injuries are more severe than a typical fight. Hunter and Crosshair fight all the time, but I have never seen them hurt each other this badly.”

“Going to stay here now. Cave will be my home.” She sat upright, looking at him with concern in her eyes. “You came here by yourself.”

“I expected you at the dock. When you were not there, I was concerned.” He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the galaxy. Shiani’s hearts ached to think her brother wanted her to drag him to the bottom of the sea and kill him. Tech was so kind and pure… quirky, maybe, but what did she know? Maybe all humans were like that. She’d never seen one before him. 

“Tech is sweet.” She lightly patted his hand, which she justified as a needed little touch. Sirens were cuddly, and if he’d let her she would have folded him into her coils and held him like a child’s doll to comfort them both. Her for the pain and him for having worried about her. 

He sat close to her, pushing up a little mound of dry sand for her to lean on that wouldn’t hurt her back. “You intend to live in here? You will need better accommodations, but I would be able see you frequently.”

“Shiani would like that. Tech will be my best friend.” She smiled fondly. “Shiani can see you grow up, even if it is too fast.” 

“I will be biologically fully grown in less than another standard year. After that, my aging should slow. I believe the age progression models indicate the equivalent of about 25 to 30 standard years.” 

Shiani chuckled. “Be older than me. Shiani only 19.” 

Tech nodded. “I will likely catch up with you in a few months. Would you still like me to teach you to repair things, or will that change since your living situation is different?”

“Can Tech teach me to build a starship?” She turned her head to look at him. The light from the lanterns caught his eyes at the right angle to turn the brown into honey gold. It was charming, and he was adorable… though it was unsettling to think in a year he’d be a grown man. Would it change things for him? Or her? 

“I would have to learn to build one myself, but I can share the knowledge I obtain. But perhaps we should start with Basic, so we can talk while we work? It would be difficult to sign and use tools.” 

Shiani nodded. “That’s a good idea.” 

“Of course it is. I am seldom wrong.” He poked his index finger into the air, a charming little habit she already was finding endearing after only seeing it once. “I used to say never… but that was before I left my tools in my pocket and sank during that aquatics lesson.”

Shiani giggled. “Had to be wrong one time, so Shiani could meet Tech.” 

Tech looked around. “Perhaps we should start by making a list of things you will need. I can steal them from around the barracks, and bring them to you.” 

The siren beamed. “Tech is my favorite person.” 

Tech pinked slightly when her tentacles wrapped around his middle in an unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome hug. He’d thought about those tentacles a lot in the last three days, fascinated with the way they moved. Maybe she was his favorite person too… he didn’t hate when she hugged him, like he did when Wrecker picked him up off the floor.

[billieeilishshusband]

Billie Eilish x Autistic Male Reader

I hated loud sounds, It hurts my ears. But when i got a ticket with my friend for a Billie concert i wasn't going to pass, We were at the front, I had my headphones on because as much as i love Billie music hurts when it's too loud, anything does. I had the crowd and how close we all were, I didn't speak ever, well not sentences, It was words or noises, sometimes just because i hear a noise i just repeat that noise. While bopping my head to Billie's music i kept making a happy noise i couldn't describe it.

That started to annoy the man next to me, i was waving my hands around it was something i normally did when i was excited. That really pissed off the guy next to me who turned me around to face him, before pushing me into my friend. He started yelling which caused attention from Billie and the bodyguards. She stopped performing just before the guy had pushed me, she was going on about life and performing before she turned "What's going on?" She jumped off stage much to the pain of bodyguards "He won't stop making annoying noises and he won't quit moving his hands around" The man held his hands on the metal bars "Not to mention those stupid fucking headphones" I was sure what to say

"What's wrong with what he's doing?" Billie said clearly annoyed with the man "He's clearly Ret-rded or something he shouldn't fucking be here" He yelled annoyed. I hated that word it was so stupid, i started to tear while my friend was about to yell "You shouldn't be here if you have a problem with someone having fun." Billie said getting close to the man "Apologise and move, or i will get bodyguards to get you out of here" The man looked at me "He probably doesn't even fucking understand me there's no point in apologising" The man fought back. Billie poked one of the body guards and he moved the metal bars before handling the man out "bye-Bye!" Billie said flipping off the guy "You okay?" Billie looked at you kneeling down while back on the stage, I gave her a thumbs up and nodded.

The rest of the concert was fun, after the concert you could take photos with her in line, i waited in line while my friend was taking photos. After a hour and a half, i got to Billie "Hey!" she smiled, i waved excitedly "Hi i'm Sarah and this is YN, they don't speak much but when i tell you he was excited to be here, i mean it" Sarah my friend said while hugging Billie "I'm sorry about that guy earlier he was an asshole" She apologised "Oh no it's fine he's had some way worse things say" She chuckled nervously "Oh i'm sorry" She said feeling bad "it's okay" after that quick conversion Billie went to say Hi to you, i wasn't the biggest fan of hugging people, but i ran to Billie. She chuckled and hugged me back "Nice to meet you YN" She said, i didn't let go of the hug until a minute later "Billie!" I said excitedly. after the photo she thanked us and apologised once more

[tuhbanbuv]

Ode To Ouroboros Headcanons

This turned into a massive ramble but anytime I have the chance to infodump about any of my fics or AUs I will take it.

So enjoy some Ode To Ouroboros headcanons/lore because yes:

Cutman “Cutty” considers himself a cousin to the Light trio. Not exactly a sibling but not as distant as the other masters.

Blues is the closest thing you’ll get to an autistic robot master, sensory issues, not getting social cues and all before and after getting repaired.

Blues has PTSD and low self esteem from…well, everything. But he’s a better big brother than he thinks.

Rock has a crush on Bass, though it’s probably 89% not gonna be reciprocated…sorry, Rock, you can’t fix him.

Roll and Kalinka definitely have crushes on each other and it definitely started out all cutesy like a spontaneous kiss before having to part ways without another word Owl House style.

Tango was intended to be a sort of therapy animal for people with animal allergies or patients with low immunities that couldn’t risk any type of contamination. He sensed that Blues wasn’t well even when Roll repaired him in the Archie comics and helps to aid in his emotional recovery.

The twins (Rock and Roll) and Bass are 14-16, while Tempo and Blues are 17-20. Though Bass is on the older end of the 14-16 age range.

Rock has some slight resentment against Blues for leaving and coming back, especially since he still feels the weight of being Megaman is still on him despite his older brother returning. This will probably lead to things being said that he’ll regret…

Roll doesn’t hold any ill will, however. She just sees Blues as troubled and regretful for everything, and is secretly happy to get another brother. The two have a somewhat stronger relationship.

Light and Wily used to be a couple before and during Blues’ creation, but it was especially toxic on Wily’s end. Until the events of Chapter 4, Light truly believed he could’ve changed. Now any chance of them rekindling anything is long gone.

Adachi has a somewhat positive history with the Sniper Joe line, to the point they influenced a good part of their love for robots and misanthropy.

Blues knows some Spanish and Japanese, but usually sticks to Spanish.

Tempo was accidentally made tall due to a typographical error on her blueprints. She’s twice as tall as the Light siblings and doesn’t hesitate to carry her Blues any chance she gets.

Tempo and Blues got engaged shortly before the events of Ode to Ouroboros. They just figured that they’d rather do romantic stuff with each other rather than anyone else so they basically got engaged then and there. Tempo wears her ring under her glove and on her civilian form and Blues wears it as an earring so he doesn’t lose it. He does get a wedding band to wear on his new civilian form later on so people aren’t confused though.

There’s a good reason why Blues can contact X in his dreams but that’s a major spoiler. Just know that his dreams aren’t just dreams…

Roll loves fanfiction and reads it as much as she can. Light regrets introducing the internet to her.

Blues secretly looks up to Rock, but is somewhat protective of him. If anything bad happens to him he’ll immediately blame himself.

Rock and Roll introduce video games to Blues. Blues prefers slower or quieter games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon, but also enjoys rhythm games (especially with Vocaloids, his favorite is Kaito). Roll loves Kirby and Rock loves racing games. Roll has never won against her brothers during game nights.

Light thought Blues’ injuries were from his core corroding his body. He was wrong…

Blues’ scarf is his comfort item. He loves the thing dearly and will cuddle with it like it’s a baby blanket.

Blues loves music, it’s basically his coping mechanism and love language. Tempo knows this and will sing to him if he’s having a panic attack.

Tempo definitely calls Blues her “short king” and would hold him over her shoulder, bridal style, etc.

Bass (before the infection) hid a lot of his feelings underneath his ego. At one point, he was just as naive and innocent as Rock. Roll teaches Blues how to sew and bake to help distract him from his anxiety/depressing thoughts. It’s become a nice bonding activity between them.

Blues would definitely throw down if someone even remotely insulted his siblings. Any previous jealousy has been replaced with genuine love and protectiveness for the twins. He considers X a baby or son of sorts.

Guts-man is pretty much friends with everyone. Unless you’re Wily he’s nice off the bat.

Cut-man is pretty much best friends with Roll. He loves the kid and would do almost anything she’d ask. Almost, he has some standards.

Wily was planning on giving Bass a sister. Was.

[spicedfink]

Someone posted their opinion on tophabe and I'm not going to @ them since people are apparently being weird but it did make me want to voice my tophabe take because tbh it made me feel insecure and like I needed to explain myself because they were right and so real for what they said.

My thing with (s2) episode 8 is first off I can only process parts of it at a time because that episode made me uncomfortable Second is there is one major factors I take in when thinking about tophabe and a few minor factors: The biggest thing is Joan the canon end game love interest as far as we have been shown tried to point blank kill everybody which is objectively worse. As for minor factors I'll use bullet points: - Cleo also manipulates Abe not to that degree but for longer - All the cast are kind of bad people but the show only framed Topher's actions as bad which I found weird when I really thought about it then they said Harriet was a theater kid and I stopped caring about what the writing was meant to convey - Him giving good advice first in s2e8 reminds me of how I used to give a friend of mine bad advice as a joke when they kept ignoring my real advice and for some reason they took my joke advice seriously. - Topher wasn't in the classroom with Abe so he didn't know the teacher had been hitting on him so it feels like he's just making shit up on the spot - I don't see how Topher would have seen this working. Like it shows him being right there when it starts but like how? I know it's just because the plot said so but the actual "go sleep with this gross person" seems more like a "oh Abe would never actually do that" line of thought - like it reads more as "if I can get Abe insecure he won't ask Joan out" then "Abe will defiantly go for this" (still shitty but less) - It's a cartoon and their actions are exaggerated - s2e8 was such a horribly done episode all around that I can't do anything other than cherry pick it - poor mental health is hardly an excuse but man do I believe his therapist isn't doing him any favors (which is why I have his change therapist in my fanfics) - The fact they're still shitty high schoolers meaning they all have the most room for growth and I'm projecting my own journey of because and actual good person and figuring out my sexuality onto him (obviously wasn't his level of shitty but I said dumb shit and did weird emotionally charged things thanks to how I was raised and poor mental health) - Episode 1 of season 2 Topher got the t-rex arms so I attached myself to his character right then and there ("he's autistic just like me") - I like happy things. The show gave a character who they made clear was suppose to be disliked and bullied for being horrible and didn't show him do anything actually that bad until episode 8 out of 10. And before that ranges from normal weird teenager things he'd logically grow out of, trying too hard to be socially accepted and being mentally ill??? Like no. No I'm personally not going to think this character is a horrible person incapable of growth... And this is why my serious non one sided tophabe headcanons are all for when they are older because I really think Topher would, you know grow up and regret his past actions. Also since I see Topher as queer: internalized homophobia and the such are a bitch (speaking from experience)

I don't actually have a good reason for why Abe would like Topher back past I just think it'd be fun. If Abe gets with Joan and is friends with Cleo I think he should still be friends with Topher though

[panickingpansexuality]

Together? Until the End

Elliott x Autistic Reader

Autistic people have the average life span of thirty-six years at least in the United States and when I'm reminded that I don't get a lot of time on Earth I get really upset. So this is an intense story of what people may need to hear. So this story talks a lot about death and self harm, you have been warned.

Also it is almost one in the morning so I am not sure if this will be any good.

It was another bad night, something that you often dealt with alone, but now that you were dating an incredibly considerate guy you didn't have to.

Elliott had come over around five to spend the night, he expected to find you outside with your cows or maybe even resting in the grass under a tree, not in bed clutching a stuffed animal to your chest like a life line.

"Love?" Elliott said, coming towards you.

You pressed your face into the stuffed animal as he came closer, Elliott sat near your knees in the bed. His presence making it a little easier for you to be cope.

He knew about your Autism and your history of self harm (he kissed most of your scars whenever he could reach them, a habit he also made when going in between your thighs), but what he didn't know about was this small piece of Autism that you didn't like to share with anyone and you were certain he didn't know.

You only found out when you were a teenager and now that you're older you felt like you didn't have hardly anytime left and you wanted it. You wanted to spend as much time as you could with him, you wanted him engraved into your soul so that in every life you'd remember how you loved each other, how safe he made you feel.

"(y/n)?" Elliott said, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.

"I have to tell you something." You say, "And I'm giving you another out, if you want to leave after I tell you then I won't judge you because no one deserves this."

Silently, Elliott grabbed your hand and squeezed it. The last time you told him this was when you two had first started to become interested in each other and it was when you told him you had autism.

You say up your one arm still clutching the stuffed animal around your chest.

"So autistic people have a shorter life expectancy.." you say unable to look up at him "We're given thirty-six years, sometimes maybe to our fifties, mainly our deaths are from suicide or heart problems...most of the time from stress of having to be "normal" in front of others."

Elliott gripped your hand as tight as he could, he took a deep breath studying the lines of your face. He felt his heart shatter in his chest, he wanted nothing more than to tuck you inside his pocket and keep you safe until you were both one-hundred.

"Can I hold you?" He asked

You nodded and you two met in the middle, your legs going around his waist, his head going to the spot in between your neck and shoulder.

"I'm don't want to leave you so early." You say crying. "I just got you. I don't want to leave you."

"You won't." Elliott said his voice broken, "You're gonna live so much longer."

"I get reminded about it every now and again," you say, "and I just get upset I'm sorry."

"No, no." Elliott said, "You're fine, you don't have to apologize, I'm glad you told me."

"Really?" You ask tears coming out of your eyes.

"Absolutely," Elliott responded, "It gives me an opportunity to insure that you will have a long and happy life. You are my entire world (y/n) and I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you here until we're both one-hundred."

You chuckle into his shoulder and kiss any part of his body you can reach without moving too much. You both move to lay on the bed, facing each other, Elliott's head above yours. His cheeks red from the tears that slipped out.

"I didn't mean to make you cry." You say, "I just..felt like it was something you deserved to know."

"It's not your fault." He said brushing the hair on your head.

"The idea of losing you is worse than any Hell that I could be put through."

"If I do die." You say, "I'd most likely leave the farm to you, you could sell it if you want or live here."

"Why on earth would you leave me anything?" He asks, "You've given me so much already."

"I plan on marrying you." You tell him, face going red, "So legally it would go to you."

Elliott tenses for a small moment and pulls away from you for a moment to look down at you and give you a soft smile.

"I'm glad we have the same plan for our futures together."

You laugh and lean up to kiss him sweetly, kisses with Elliott are always an occasion, they leave you breathless and needing more.

Quickly it becomes your hands roaming against each other wanting nothing more than to just kiss each other and keep each other grounded.

His hands go up your shirt and trace the scars from a time not yet forgotten, he leaves your lips only to go down and inspect your body to make sure you haven't relapsed.

"It's been a bad day." You say, "I'm glad you got here when you did."

"I am too." Elliott says coming back up to your lips, "Another moment away from you and I would've sold my soul to have some magic to transport me to you whenever one of us needed each other."

You roll your eyes at him, smile up at him and press another kiss on his lips.

When your make out session has ended the two of you lay in the bed, too lazy to get up and leave each other's warmth. Looking at Elliott you can't help but appreciate the time you are allowed to have with him and until he can find the fountain of youth to keep you both going for as long as he wishes, you'll just have to cherish every moment with him.

[rudjedet]

I have also noticed the phenomenon of people aggressively discouraging the youth from pursuing the humanities/arts, especially when said youth wants to acquire practical skillset like coding & programming as well in order to sustain their studies and lifestyle. Maybe it's about envy? "I had to give up on what I love to do something more practical so why should someone else be able to have it all" mentality? Or "if I could only advance my studies by investing my time only in them then why should someone else be able to study what they love without sacrificing financial stability"?

The truth is that not a lot of us can afford to only study humanities. The majority of people don't have the financial means or connections for that. Learning something that will support your passions is not a bad idea. Otherwise there will be even fewer academics and scholars, or people educated in the humanities & arts.

And as you said, we aren't meritocracy, I don't think is impossible to learn more than one thing and be knowledgable in both, or at least knowledgable in one and employable in other. It may be difficult and time consuming while pursuing degree but I have met people who do more than one thing 🤷‍♀️

Exactly that. I think it's often a combination of things. Like my dad was very much the "well, I never had handouts" type, but once I got to the point where I got financial assistance from the gov't (pittance though it is, I'm happy I have it), and especially after my daughter was born, he started moving away from it. So it's a lack of empathy and exposure, too.

It definitely isn't impossible. Some people do two or three things at the same time, others choose to do one first and then the other. And if you can support pursuing your passions yourself? you'd think the protestant work ethic folks would be all over that lmao.

At the end of the line, people getting employed in fields outside of the one they went to school for happens all the time. But it's only when it's in humanities that it's suddenly a problem. Kinda like how people say they value honesty and straightforward communication ... until the person is autistic, then those characteristics are pathologised.

[honestmouse20]

As promised, here's a masterlist of all the things people said they enjoyed about Crystalized! Just for positivitiy sake :) Plus my own favorites after!

The ninja's reactions to grief! Specifically Zane turning off his memory swith! All of the ninja's responses were really good and in character, even tho the show doesnt go super in depth. (personally i like how they left it up to us to fill in the details after they gave us the main idea as to how they reacted)

Pixal having more screen time! Bonus: her scene with Zane when she thinks he's gone. 10/10 pain

lots of call backs to pilots/season 1! like the original four's interactions with eachother.

Adding on to the previous one, Wu going up to Cole and Jay first, bc they were the first ones of the original ninja he found (not counting Zane) This was somethign I hadn't noticed until pointed out!

Reunions! Cole and Vaniam + the Uply! Benthomar showing up, ect.

The weekend whip being the final prophacy!

Zane screaming in the prision when he flips back on his memory switch briefly

Many people said that Garmadon (and fugidove but we'll give him his own bullet point) absolutly STOLE Crystalized. Namely Crystophern and Survival shipping

the fights/battles are epic and have a lot of cool call backs to old enemies and friends alike!

the crystalized whip fucks and everyone seems to agree on that lol

nya being the one to decide to come back And figure out that she had to get rid of her element to do so

dragon forms are cool!

harumi's lullaby coming back! (definatly gets stuck in my head all the time, despite how creepy it is lol)

card title for "A lesson in anger"

Wu's absolutly Epic quote to The Overload about how he "grew up afrraid of [him]" gave me absolute Chills

power of love and friends saving the day! Cheesy but still very good :)

Lloyd and Garmadon's relationship!! How Lloyd is still grapling with everything that happend Plus his 'father' now just Being there and trying to learn compasion

Poor Lloyd really goes through it! And everyone seems to agree that it was Very Good to see those glimpses into his jealosy and hurt towards Garmadon/Crystophern.

Survival shipping. Adding that one again bc it poped up A lot :)

Harumi's redemption. Mixed bag of feelings but another case of a nice base line for the fans to fill in the hows and whys

Zane and Mr. F's fight :) nice call back!

Multiple people said that scene with Cole getting a concussion and Kai taking care of him! It was really sweet and a lot of people said they liked how they showed the ninja actually getting hurt and it STICKING. Showing the concequences. 10/10

Nyad being tragic and also very sweet as a character!

FUGIDOVE! holy shit I'm so glad everyone loves him as much as I do!! He's so autistic and queer coded and it's Fantastic! More on him later in my section lol

multiple people mentioned it being nice to see Skylor again!

ronin redeption :)

the paper kids!

And now, My Personal Favorites :)

Survial Shipping!!! 10/10 also I love how Garmdaon says Vinny of NGTV news!

Crystophern Hurts and I love seeing Lloyd in the background looking so Hurt by Garmadon seemingly loving the plant more than him

That scene where Nya comforts Garmadon and tells him Crystophern is still alive and Garmadon spills about it being 'the only green in his life' and Nya has to be like, we're still talking about the plant right??

FUGI fucking DOVE! He is my all time favorite villan (not counting Garmadon ofc). The scene in the desert is 10 times better if you pretend he's a figment of Jay's imagination. but also it's hilarious on it's own. I don't ship him and jay but also, maybe?

"Quanish was a fool"

Wu and Garmadon being on the same side again!

Wu having a similar speech to lloyd and leading a similar resistance

OH! Wu's fucking quote! in his fight with the overlord! It's so epic! Ik i already said it but it's just so good

how all the ninja look so Happy while they're being arrested bc nya's back. I cry so hard

ough lloyds line about 'never being responsible for anyone ever again' Pain and suffering

I'll add more if i think of it! I have to leave for work now!

[ashwithapen]

dearest little sister,

(CW for referenced/implied self-harm, (underage) alcohol abuse, referenced/implied suicidal ideation, brief use of f slur, r slur, and t slur)

i realised, very recently, that as the older of us two, i am the one who is going to have to be proud of you. 

i know, our age difference isn't staggering, but those, what, two years, four months, and two weeks between us is all the difference in the world sometimes. i wonder, deludedly, in the dark of the nights, if it's our age that made me gay and you straight, and me trans and you cis, and me autistic and you not, and me a redhead and you a brunette. two years, four months, and two weeks, and somehow, despite us being siblings, i have never known two so dissimilar people. 

i see you, 14 years old, and i see your 15th birthday coming up in a little less than two months. i see you and your trendy cropped tank tops and your loose-fitting jean shorts. i see your tan lines and your mascara and your colour-changing lights. i see you and your mannerisms and your diction and your dances. i see the way you smile and frown, for nobody, and for everybody, but seemingly never for yourself. 

i've wondered, over this past year, how you've been so happy, and so successful, and so okay with yourself all this time, never faltering. when i was your age, it was screwdrivers and pencil sharpeners colliding atop the ledge of my shower, greedy, desperate fingers twisting and turning and pulling until silver lept free and fell harshly across my skin the night before halloween. when i was your age, it was the taste of vodka that knew me best, that outlined my midmornings and evenings and late nights and midmornings again and again for the better part of two years. when i was your age, it was instagram group chats with other fangirls who also fancied the idea of death. it was therapy sessions with a woman i didn't like, and forgotten homework that played ocean and tried to drown me repeatedly, and hoodies in the summertime, and realising that christmas lights didn't make me smile anymore. 

i wondered, recently. if maybe you are less okay too, but just in your own way. i talked to a boy who plays golf with you. i asked him: "weird question, but how is my sister?" because i didn't really know, not for lack of trying. i think that's what made me ask: every time my question was directed to you, you would ignore me or, more commonly, tell me to kill myself. when i brought that up to the golf boy, who called you his little sister, he laughed, and the girl sitting beside him—a friend of mine—looked up and seemed taken aback. even with all the wildest stories she'd told me about her own family, somehow she said mine was the worse.

i didn't know it was that bad. 

i thought it was normal between us. i thought we were the same as other siblings and i thought that their banter of "but we love each other, really" was only that—banter. a joke with linked limbs and cheesy smiles for the camera accompanied by our own similar brushing off of 'dust' and fixing of clothes afterwards. i didn't think it was unusual for your sister to actually hate you.

but also, i've always hoped, ever since you learnt some choice slurs, that really you did love me, deep down. i hoped, maybe even assumed, that your curled lip and scrunched nose that came for free with every glance you tossed me over your shoulder was just the same as your tank tops and jeans: something that, as a straight, cis, newly teenage girl was necessary for you to wear. then, when i let it slip two weeks later in a park with some other boys that you liked calling me a faggot, they looked surprised and mad and put off in a matter of moments. i had thought you still loved me despite it all, but they said it right there and then how uncool that was. "family doesn't do that shit."

i was glad for the dark; i could have cried, bowing my head as they backed me up out loud, smoke spilling from their lips between remarks. she still loves me, i thought silently, stubbornly. "she's just a kid," i said as if it was some god-compelling excuse. when they heard she was fourteen, they exchanged a certain glance and my heart sunk lower. and that was before i told them about the death threats, the sharpness of her nails, the other words that i'd never heard fall from her lips until after she learnt that i was trans and that i was autistic and that i was just a little bit different from her. 

and so i'm stuck. i want to believe that how you hate me is the same as everyone else: that you don't actually hate me and truly love me deep, deep down, and also that everything you've done to me is just a right-now-teenage-phase thing that's been going on for the last 3 years. 

i wonder, writing this now, where an 11-year-old learnt to be so determinedly hateful. we live together, we went to the same school, and even share some of the same friends. who taught my own sister that who i am is something sinful?

you won't read this. you don't believe in reading unless it's the bible nowadays. 

you may never change your mind. you may never get past this moment, and there may come a day, frighteningly soon, that ends up being the last time i ever see you as i prepare for university a year from now and you try for your early golf scholarships. i need to come to terms with the fact that i may never have a relationship with my sister, i guess. and what a thing to admit to myself!

know that i don't say this to guilt you or to pitty myself. i only wrote this because i saw a video of an older sister reacting to her younger sister's wedding dress for the first time and i realised that, more likely than not, at least as things stand now, there is a good chance that i won't see you get married, and neither you, i. i probably won't get to see you slowly walk down the aisle and be proud of you. you would never invite the retarded, faggot, tranny to your perfect wedding. and i'm not going to marry, not that you'd rsvp. 

i hope you look stunning in your dress when the time comes, little sister. i hope that you really love him and that he makes you happy and treats you well. i hope that i'm wrong and you don't hate me, that i'm right and you do love me. i hope you are okay, now and for the rest of your life, because for as shitty as i've gone through and for as shitty as you treat me, i can't help but care for you, and i will never hate you back.

that's all.

all the best,

[thedancingcockroach134]

Human Tito x Human Ozzie cause I can

Warning: ⚠ SOME LEMON, GAYNESS 💅, AND STUFF THAT REMINDS YOU THAT YOU'RE A SINGLE PRINGLE-

Place: Mental Asylum

It's been 5 days already since Ozzie had arrived. Depression just only makes it worse. Ozzie's an autistic man, this causes him to see the world differently with a childlike, patient processing mind. He's around his 20's in his age. He has a bald head, some hairs showing, a scar on his neck that was caused by his abusive mother, a mark from being sexually abused, and mostly excited but sad in the inside. Woken up, Ozzie hear's a knock on his room door. He gets up to see one of the orderlies' with his laundry. "Here you go, Oswald," the orderlie said, " it's all clean. Dr. Fine also wanted me to ask you about your 5th day so far. So, how is it?" Ozzie tries to process an answer correctly, "Uhm...I-I feeling happy good! H-Happy is good, right? Yeah! Happy good!" Ozzie lies to the orderlie about his day so far. "Well, that's, uh..., great!" the orderlie says, "Alright, I'll see you later, bye!" The orderlie places Ozzie's laundry on the mini desk and closes his door. Ozzie giggles, "Happy good, happy good, happy good!" He jumps around and laughs. "Bad sad, good happy!" He says, "Do not be sad, Ozzie," he tells himself, "mommy will never be here again. Mommy bad to Ozzie." A few hours later pass, everyone's supposed to be in regular schedule now. Session circles, therapy, comfort zone, Super Happy Fun Room, eat leftovers until lunch is ready, the asylum was weird. Jerry Robert Willis, Ozzie's boss and best friend, calls his Crazy 8 gang over to have a "meeting". Ozzie never hears the first time, so his "mother" like best friend makes sure that he's there. Ozzie was drawing a picture of him and Tito, his other best friend who's Mexican. The drawing showed him and Tito as line figures holding hands. A little heart was drawn between the middle. "Uh, Ozzie," a curley haired, blond girl says, "you okay?" Her name was Camila, a.k.a "Cammy". "Ozzie okay, Camila. Ozzie be fine with Camila and friends." he said.

[austinstyles]

Fun at the fair

Austin!Elvis x reader

Note: I am writing from my own experience with autism in this fanfic. And remember that not every autistic person is the same. And I am thinking about writing fanfics we’re the reader is autistic. In this fanfic you can imagine Elvis or you can imagine Austin!Elvis. And I don’t know what it was like to be autistic in back in the 50’s so I am trying my best.

Warning: spelling mistakes. And a little bit of kissing.

No one special’s pov (for the hole fanfic. So it is writing form a outsider pov potentially. It is hard to describe however this pov was written in. So just imagine it as someone you want to imagine.)

It is the summer of 1955 Y/n and Elvis were visiting the fair. You don’t mind the fair, it was sometimes just very loud noises so you had to be prepared.

You had been working on your ways to block out surten sound that you wanted to be not so loud. Elvis knew that you we’re always so big fan of loud places with a lot of people, but he also knew that you did not mind being at things like this if you could have some dates that were more quieter.

“Are you okay y/n? I know it can be very loud here, but we can leave if you want to?” Elvis ask looking into y/e/c. “I will be fine Elvis. I can mange it.” You told your boyfriend.

You both wanted to go on the ferris wheel so you got in line on the Ferris wheel. You enjoy riding ferries wheels even with all the noises you enjoy them very much.

“I love you y/n” Elvis said when you were on the ride sitting next to each other and holding hands.

“ I love you too Elvis.” We’re the words coming out of your mouth as you told him and looked into his beautiful eyes. 

The two of you shared a quick kiss on the ferries wheel, and then the ride was over and you two got of. The sounds were getting more louder and you were starting to feel like your experiencing sensory overload and needed to find a quiet place soon.

“Y/n are you okay? Do you need anything? “ Elvis asked you worried he is starting to understand that you need some help and he wants to help you. “My  sensors are over heating. I am going into sensory overload.”

you said those simple words and Elvis was know trying to find you a quiet place, but it was hard with all the people around and loud noises. That also doesn’t help your sensores being over heating. And you could have a meltdown or a panic attack at any point.

After some time you both find some peace and quiet and that helped you with your sensory overload. Sensory overload can lead to meltdown or panic attacks and you were now trying to calm down your overload. 

Elvis even helped you with your overload and it was slowly getting better and better. And as you were slowly feeling your overload to calm down you were feeling a sense of relaxing in your body.

“Are you feeling less overload know y/n?” Elvis asked you. “Yes I am Elvis, thanks for being by my side.” You told him.

“ Of course I am here for you when you need me always. And I am also a call away.” Elvis told you as you were admiring him.

Elvis was so caring and wanted you to feel safe with him, and you do feel safe with him. “Want to go and get something to eat?” Elvis was asking, and you were starting to get hungry so you agreed to get a bite to eat.

But you and Elvis left the fair to find a dinner to eat at. It was 9:30 pm and you and Elvis have been at the fair for 3 hours and you were happy to be in a car with less noises in it.

After Elvis parked the car you both went inside and got seated and  waited for your waiter to come and take your order. After ordering you were sitting and chatting until the food came. It was good and you both enjoyed it. After paying for the bill it was time for Elvis to drive you home. Since you have a curfew at 10:30 pm. Wen Elvis got you home and parked you turn to him and give him a quick goodbye kiss.

“I can’t wait for our next date Elvis.” You told him before getting out of the car. “ I can’t await either y/n.” Elvis told you. And before getting out “good night y/n” Elvis said. This was a good date at the end of the day. Even if you had a sensory overload.

Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading.

🩷😃👍🏻🌸🖤

Grace