#it's given me so much Energy for Making Things

[little-jana]

"Caffeine and Affection"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2k

Warnings: excessive caffeine consumption, but otherwise pure fluff

Summary: For Valentine’s Day Spencer surprises you with a very special bouquet!

a/n: requested: yes! Thank you very much, hope you enjoy it!

The BAU ran on coffee.

At least, most of it did. Hotch practically had a coffee IV, Rossi wouldn’t touch anything under espresso-level strength, and even Spencer—who could rant about the adverse effects of caffeine for hours—drank coffee when cases ran late.

But you? You were different.

Your fuel of choice came in cans, not cups. Whether it was soda or energy drinks, you always had something sugary and carbonated in your hand. It had become part of your identity—something the team liked to tease you about but ultimately accepted.

Spencer, however, took a particular interest in your habit.

“You know,” he had told you one day, watching you crack open yet another can, “the excessive consumption of sugar and caffeine can lead to increased heart rate, insomnia, and dependency.”

You had grinned at him, unfazed. “Sounds like a problem for future me.”

He had sighed, shaking his head. “Future you is going to be very disappointed in past you.”

Despite his concerns, he never actually told you to stop. If anything, he seemed intrigued by your preferences—often asking which flavors you liked best, what brands you preferred, and even quizzing you on why you liked soda over coffee.

It was… cute.

Spencer had always been the kind of person who paid attention, but when it came to you, it felt like he noticed everything.

Which was why, on Valentine’s Day, when he approached your desk with a nervous expression and something hidden behind his back, you immediately knew he was up to something.

“Spence?” You tilted your head, setting down your can of soda. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitched in that shy, almost awkward way he did when he was nervous. “I, uh… got you something.”

Before you could respond, he revealed what he had been hiding.

It wasn’t flowers. It wasn’t chocolates.

It was a bouquet. But instead of roses or lilies, it was made entirely of your favorite sodas and energy drinks, all carefully arranged and tied together with a big, bright bow.

You blinked. Stared. Opened your mouth. Closed it.

Then, finally, you burst into laughter. “Oh my God, Spencer!”

His ears went a little pink. “I read that people appreciate personalized gifts, and I know you don’t really drink coffee, so I figured this was a more… suitable alternative.”

You reached out, taking the bouquet from him with wide eyes. It was surprisingly well put together—each can securely fastened with ribbon, the entire thing looking both ridiculous and oddly adorable.

“This is—Spencer, this is amazing.” You grinned up at him. “Did you make this yourself?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had to look up a tutorial. It took longer than I expected.”

You could just picture him sitting at home, carefully arranging cans of soda into a bouquet, meticulously tying them together with absolute precision. The thought made your heart swell.

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, squeezing tightly. “You’re the best.”

Spencer tensed for half a second before quickly melting into the hug, his arms wrapping around you just as firmly. “I’m glad you like it.”

You pulled back slightly, grinning. “Like it? Spencer, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”

His smile was small but full of warmth. “Then it was worth it.”

You looked down at your wonderful bouquet and then back at him, your heart hammering a little harder than usual.

Maybe it wasn’t just the caffeine making it race.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Hello and can i ask if its okay for a request? If its okay, I read your ‘WHB Characters meeting their Obey me counterparts’ and got the idea…

What if the WHB Kings meeting Diavolo from Obey me?

Or WHB Angels & Angels from Obey me? (you can choose one or make a request or not, if you like)

Thank you in advance

WHB kings meeting prince Diavolo

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Hi! I actually wrote the Seraphims meeting their OM! version in the second part of OM! meeting WHB ^^ (Took me a while but I'm back, babey!)

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Oh hey, this future king of Hell isn't as scary as Satan expected

Actually, he kinda reminds him of Mammon in a way

With the whole golden retriver energy

On the other hand, Diavolo is intruqued with Satan's biker persona

Don't tell Barbatos, but he might buy a bike too and ride it while Barbatos is busy with chores around the castle

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These two get along really well

I already mentioned that they're really similar so lemme talk about it a bit more

They both have their royal manners, but still try to reach out to their people from their privileged pedestal

Also, they don't take anything much seriously

Like you could spill a whole gallon of soup on them and they'll ask if you're okay and then laugh it all off

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I really hope that Diavolo doesn't have any expectations based on the brothers

Leviathans couldn't be the furthest from each other so I doubt Diavolo would be able to befriend Levi by cosplaying Ruri-chan for him

At first he'll be his cheery self, but after Levi responds in a luke-warm way, he'll pretty much shut himself off

Leviathan, being Leviathan, doesn't wanna have anything to do with some other king of Hell

Will even try to start a competition about whose Barbatos is the better servant (OM!Barbatos wins, sorry)

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Oh but these two will hit it off nicely

Chaos ensues

Might be the frist time where Diavolo has to be the one to stop shenanigans from spiralling out of control

Please do make sure that Beel doesn't find out about Diavolo's fear of pickled vegetables, or he might end up chasing him around the castle (like that video of that one woman who was terrified of olives)

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Given what happened with OM!Belphegor did, Diavolo is a bit vary while meeting Belphie

Though, his fears are pretty much calmed when he finds out that this guy can't go an hour or so without falling asleep

He really admires how Nifleheim manages to not descent into chaos and definitely wants to try and implement some of the rules in the Devildom

Belphegor didn't even realise that someone new was in the room

Will probably ask Beleth if he changed up his style and tell him that red is not his color and that he should just keep the suit he wears normally

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Okay, Diavolo is scared

Like geniunelly terrified

He will actually refuse to be around Asmo for an extended period of time

Just hearing all the stories about him is enough

And even if he didn't, the smell would speak for Asmo enough

On Asmo's end, you already know he'd be down (who wouldn't he be for tho?)

Depending on the look that Diavolo would be in, different things would turn him on about him

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Lucifer saddens him

To what extent are the kings and the brothers different? Do they carry similar mindsets and feelings? If so, he really needs to have a long conversation with OM!Lucifer

Lucifer, on the other hand, is finally happy to find out who tf the Diavolo guy is

For some reason he kept thinking about it after having met his OM! self who would constantly only talk about him

Lucifer likes him, overall ^^

[alacants]

Ok ok I have a scenario. What happens if carlos alcaraz doesn't happen. Like what would happen if this big blinding ball of energy and sunshine, magic kid and saviour of tennis and whatever just didn't exist. WHAT happens then???

you KNOW i love a good What If!

i mean what carlos did was drive the bleeding edge of the youngest generation right up against the fading end of the big four era. like roger announcing his retirement 4 days after carlitos won his first slam is really something. that i didn't put together until just this minute. (yeah the writing was on the wall but let me have my NARRATIVE.) 

so without carlos, maybe someone's doing that but maybe not. maybe the 90s kids who've been smothered their whole careers get to breathe?? a couple extra years in the sun before the shadow of jannik sinner descends??

i mean OR MAYBE NOT maybe jannik wins that uso qf and goes all the way. (rip casper.) but tbh i think that even if he does it wouldn't be quite as much of a shock to the system—the three years of up and downs from 2019 to 2022 soften the effect into a more natural progression. as opposed to carlos rolling up to win his first 500, masters, and major—TWO majors—all in the same year. this fucking kid lmao. so maybe jannik (or holger! or someone else!) steps in and takes some of carlos' titles, but even if that happens i bet you anything the impact is less paralyzing and the mid-gen still manage to like. rack up some results. believe in themselves. lmao.

and for that matter, that's if we assume jannik develops similarly to irl—i'm sort of intrigued by the counterfactual where jannik doesn't make the jump from piatti quite so quickly. like, he's EOY top 10, he's won some titles, so what if he isn't beating medvedev or tsitsipas or rafole or making it past the early slam rounds, neither is anyone else his age. yet.

having said that i don't think the dissatisfaction jannik felt with where things stood in early 2022 had all that much to do with the presence or absence of carlos in particular (who was also not doing most of those things yet) so for now we'll set that aside. 

anyway so. without carlos, the big rivalry among the younguns is jannik and holger. hahahahaha. and, look, i bet it's not as thorny as it is irl because you don't have the ready-made big three comparisons, holger is probably way better adjusted??? yeah i'm thinking this is who the big winner of a carlosless universe is. holger rune. jannik is (at first) an attainable level of rival and it's not like there's someone else leaving both of them in the dust! meanwhile holger-novak becomes the djokoraz of this universe. and without carlos who was literally born to be a media beloved, holger's the next-best material—like yeah he's ~dramatic and ~controversial but he gives them more than jannik. so what you have is ljfkldajf janholger is the new fedal. no, the new rafole. help i can't stop laughing. i hope jannik is visited by a dream vision of this universe someday.

M E A N W H I L E what is happening at the juan carlos ferrero tennis academy? i mean, it's a normal tennis academy. juanki has a normal job cultivating the youth. it is a little bit crazy to think of the effect that carlos had on juanki's stature and career. like otherwise juanki has the zverev experience and is like oh HELL no—or. hm. actually this is a different and fascinating question, ha, was juanki itching to get back into top-level tennis badly enough that even after getting burned by the zverev experience he would have given it another shot with a non-carlos player. or would it have redirected him definitively back to the academy. 

…….this train of thought is colliding with the discarded counterfactual above + the tidbit that jannik allegedly almost went to rafa nadal academy to produce an outcome that from a pure storytelling perspective i should have anticipated yet somehow didn't see coming. hope you enjoyed witnessing the thought process in real time.

RIGHT so what happens if carlos alcaraz doesn't exist is: juanki coaches jannik to a gripping career rivalry with holger rune. TA DA.

/user alacants out

[briarberrythornedhart]

Win Condition: True Love

Contains: fluff, Dustin and Eddie friendship, discussion of sex, boardgames, Eddie x fem!Reader

🦇 🎲 ♟️ 🎲 🦇

“So things are good with you, I take it?” Dustin asked, archedly, while he took his turn.

Dustin’s planned board game night FOR JUST THE GUYS was off to a rocky start because only Eddie had shown up. Dustin had brought out his dusty copy of Albion:The Land of Faerie which was 2-player.

“Yeah.” Eddie rubbed his new tattoo gently through its bandage. It was a black-winged-heart with some very special initials inside. He knew he could Not Stop Smiling lately and it was clearly noticeable to others.

“I didn’t think she’d be your type… not in a bad way, it is just surprising that you are together, no offense.” Dustin shrugged.

It was surprising to Eddie as well —and again -- not in a bad way.

He loved it.

He loved her.

“No offense taken, dingus. I don’t have a ‘type’.” Eddie laughed. “I mean, I do, but it’s about their smile, their eyes, their ... energy I guess… she’s really something special though…”

The way he’d catch her looking at him, a smile playing on her pretty lips - even when someone else was talking to her.

The way she tucked herself under his arm no matter where they were or who was watching.

The way she would wistfully ask for ‘just one more kiss??’ before she had to leave for work.

And also the way she was totally matching his energy in the bedroom.

And all the other rooms.

And even once outside in the shitty gazebo during a thunderstorm...

She’d suggested new positions. She’d dirty talk into his ear until he was basically melting. She’d be positively filthy with him. It was perfect. Was she Eddie’s type? Yes.

Eddie’s type was maybe... ‘a little slutty, but only for me”.

“It’s your move, Eddie.” Dustin was looking at him with knit brows.

“I’m just so surprised to be on the receiving end of this much…” Eddie waved his hands around in the air to try and conjure a word less crass than ‘horniness’.

Eddie was horny but she was -like- a sexy Angel for wanting him back so much, “ummmm… desire…yes. She is desirous of me. It’s fuckin’ great.”

Eddie spread his arms out wide and fell back into the recliner in Dustin’s living room, chuckled and sighed.

“I’m happy for you, can we focus…?” Dustin tapped the board and then gasped. “Oh shit! I’m totally gonna lose!! This sucks!”

“You know what she said yesterday…” Eddie huffed a laugh he couldn’t contain and rubbed his palms on his knees. “She said it’s stupid that people say ‘sucks’ for something being bad. She said it makes zero sense because most people like being sucked on somewhere and that it’s disrespectful to people who enjoy sucking on things.”

“Seriously??...” Dustin grumped. “… should I just concede now, because I’ve blown my win condition.”

Eddie put up one finger, “‘Blown’ is also a weird wording…”

“Eddie!! C’mon!!! The game????” Dustin was exasperated.

“Sorry, sorry, but, I have listened to you talk my ear off about the charms of ‘Red’ and Suzie, and more recently Lady Applejack- so be patient with me if I’m a teeny bit distracted just now by the charms of my... oh!? Well... shit.” Eddie looked at the board. Really looked. He wasn’t playing the best game of his life either. “...hmmm, let’s play Talisman instead?”

“Deal.” Dustin swept the chits off the table and into the box lid.

Eddie heard the others arrive - crosstalk, the shuffling off of coats and scarves and winter boots.

“Sorry for being tardy to the party, guys!” Lucas said, smiling and shaking a Surfer Boy box. “But we brought pizza!” He sang.

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Eddie knocked on her apartment door.

She answered in her pajamas - which might as well have been lingerie with how good she looked to Eddie.

“Sorry I’m so late.” He said, scratching the back of his head and wincing.

Her smile was concentrated sunshine. “You can always just let yourself in with your key, ya’ big goof.” She had given him a key, and a whole drawer in her dresser, and put a few cute items into a milk crate in his bedroom and they were already talking about getting a place together and it felt right.

She tugged him by his waistband until he was pressed against her - her hands finding everywhere he longed to be touched. She buried her face in his shoulder, her lips kissing up his neck to reach his mouth. She kissed him like she hungered for him, biting, sucking (the good kind), devouring.

Eddie kissed her back like he needed her kisses in order to live.

She pulled back to ask. “How was Dustin’s boys-only game night? Did you win?” And then she took his hand and tugged him towards the bed.

“No, but I’m winning now.” Eddie realized out loud. “Win condition: met”

Inspired by @racoonboywrites

[druidbottles]

Incomprehensible

My first foray into writing fic for Arcane! *Shoves my SkyVik propaganda at you and runs.*

No warnings, honestly just Sky being cute and Viktor being bad at understanding his own feelings.

You can read it on AO3 or it will be under the cut!

Viktor liked Sky, he really did.

He’d always thought she was a sweet girl. Sky was an optimist, the kind of person who would get excited over small things and smile at children and cute animals on the street. It was endearing in a way that he wasn’t used to.

Viktor had worked hard to be accepted into the Academy, and he had worked even harder to assimilate into life in Piltover. He was used to the harsh conditions of the undercity, and he knew that Sky had grown up in that same environment. When Viktor saw people like Jayce, so full of enthusiasm and energy, he always assumed that their happiness was the result of a sheltered upbringing, a life of privilege. But he knew Sky wasn’t privileged. She had come from the same background as him.

So how in the world did she manage to be so sweet and kind?

He didn’t understand her, despite his best attempts to. He wanted to understand her, because he could tell that she was doing her best to get him to open up to her and trust her, but it was difficult when she was so incomprehensible.

Viktor’s pencil tapped against the page of his open notebook. He had been looking over equations, absorbed in a mixture of his work and his thoughts. This was how most days tended to go for him. Viktor didn’t have much of a life outside his work. He would spend time with Jayce sometimes, but there wasn’t much that he did in terms of leisure. Why should he waste time on that when he had put in so much effort just to get to this point?

“Ah, Viktor. I made you a coffee.”

Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Viktor was drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of Sky’s voice, looking up just in time to see her setting a mug of coffee down on his desk next to his notebook. His eyes followed her movements, the way she smiled at him almost shyly as she straightened her posture. “Right…” Viktor spoke without thinking, and then struggled to correct himself, suddenly remembering his manners. “Thank you, Miss Young.”

Sky nodded her head, humming gently as she shifted her attention towards the equations he had scribbled in his notebook. “Oh, are you still having trouble with these ones?”

Viktor was a bit surprised that she remembered he had mentioned struggling with these equations a few days ago. Somehow Sky always managed to be incredibly considerate and thoughtful. It was no wonder that she had had an easy time finding friends ever since they were kids. He remembered all the times he saw her playing around the undercity, she had been surrounded by a gaggle of other girls. Despite being popular, Sky had never seemed particularly outgoing, though.

“Yes, they’ve been causing me trouble for quite a while now.”

“Hmmm…” Sky leaned down to get a good look at the notebook, and Viktor’s breath hitched ever so slightly at how close she suddenly was. He supposed that it was normal for her to be close. They were colleagues, and she was always there to help with whatever small tasks were needed of her, so it made sense that she would be in close proximity. But something about her face being so close to his, close enough that he could smell the sweetness of her shampoo, was enough to make his heart beat a bit faster.

“You…” Viktor found himself sputtering a bit, though he cursed himself for making his embarrassment so obvious. “You don’t have to waste your time helping me solve mathematical equations, Miss Young.”

Sky looked up at him, and God , having her eyes on him while she was so close was not helping with how flustered Viktor felt. “I don’t mind. It’s my job to help you out, you know.” Sky smiled, and even though it was the same as every other smile she had ever given him, this one felt particularly cute. “Besides, it makes me feel useful to know that I can help you with something.”

This woman was going to be the death of him.

“You like helping me that much?”

He had asked it before he had the chance to think better of it, and Viktor could feel his face growing hotter as he realized how odd of a question that was.

Sky didn’t seem to mind, though. She just tilted her head to the side a bit, almost as if she was thinking to herself, her smile never leaving her face. “Yeah, of course I do. I care about you even outside of a work context, Viktor.”

Viktor had to suddenly force himself to look away, certain that if he maintained her gaze any longer, he would combust from embarrassment. He raised his hand so he could cough into his fist, attempting to seem nonchalant and not like he was losing his mind. “Yes, well…” He could see in his peripheral vision that Sky was still looking at him, her lips drawn into an almost confused pout. “I care about you as well, Miss Young. You are a good woman.”

That seemed to cause Sky to smile again, and Viktor could hear her breathe out a soft chuckle. “It makes me happy that you think that, Viktor.” She stood back up then, patting his shoulder gently before taking a small step back from him. “I need to deliver some files to Jayce before his next council meeting, so I’ll be off, then.”

Viktor could hear the clicking of her shoes for a few steps before she stopped for just a moment. “Oh! And I think the answer to that equation might be 473.”

His eyes drifted back down to his notebook once more as he heard the sound of her walking out of the lab, the door softly shutting behind her. He instinctively reached for the mug of coffee and raised it to his lips as he attempted to do the calculation once more, seeing if he could replicate her suggestion.

Sure enough, 473. The answer was 473.

Viktor sighed and shook his head, taking a long sip of coffee, ignoring how the heat of it burned his mouth just a bit. His heart was still beating a bit faster than usual, so maybe caffeine wasn’t the best thing in the world at the moment, but he couldn’t be bothered to care much. He tried his best to calm his racing thoughts and steady his focus back onto the rest of the equations in front of him.

He really didn’t understand Sky at all.

But maybe that was okay.

[whoviandoodler]

( @oblivious-chaos you asked me for more details so here you go!!)

I've been thinking about the bad kids' gray morality in relation to combat ever since their fight with johnny spells, when they fully went off the rails, fueled by the memory of what happened in the cafeteria- the highway chase, killing people with no thought given to the moral implications of taking a life, in all the ways fighting that fight like they were in a movie. the gang members weren't people, they were the Enemy, props to be eliminated before they did harm in an almost theatrical display of prowess from the bad kids. this was all the more so highlighted by the fact that their names never even came up in game and were only mentioned by brennan for fun- they never even attempted to have a conversation with these bikers, to treat them in any way like living beings.

and from then on, as gradation in storytelling necessitates, the fights grew harder and harder, and so every time the bad kids fought, they were scrambling. they were the underdogs. especially with the final bosses- they were davids fighting against goliaths, waging impossible fights and barely winning, often leaving all in one piece purely through luck and/or the little man's ingenuity (kristen's clerical talent, fig making the diamonds via performance in the nightmare king's forest, etc).

in many ways, in their eyes, they're still those fourteen year old children standing in the cafeteria, watching someone die for the first time. experiencing that quick, decisive flip where the world went from a place of adventure filled with swashbuckling and bright lights to a real, brutal place where a miscalculation or just pure bad luck marks the difference between walking away from a fight and your corpse being carried away. and yes, they've gotten stronger, and more confident, and became better tacticians, but there's still that energy in them, that terrified, small place that makes them bare their teeth and swing to kill not wound.

but oh my god, are they no longer those children. it remind me of when zelda told gorgug that he still thinks he's that loser kid and thus carries himself and makes decisions based off of that mistaken, leftover impression, and it's a trend that doesn't stop at gorgug, or romantic ventures. they're legitimately terrifying fighters, and they keep on growing stronger and stronger, and one day they will no longer be davids but goliaths, and unless they stop to reevaluate where they are in the food chain they will miss the moment that happens and keep hitting with their full strength against people much weaker than them for perceived threat. the situation that happened with fathrethriel, where fig nearly murdered someone because he was annoying, will start happening more and more often, even when there's no brennan to meta their awareness of their strength and the strength of others.

so the way i see it, and a really fun thing to consider/roll around, is their potential for villainy- outside of the current situation which is itself pretty dark, even if the genre of the show most often makes light of it (which i do like! it both allows us to enjoy the show as it is presented on the surface, and to consider it through a lens of more mundane morality; it's also why i had no issues with them killing kipperlilly as a story choice- i saw some fans were upset that it happened (which is valid!) because she was a manipulated child not a beacon of evil and it wasn't acknowledged in-story, but imo the implications of not acknowledging it and what it means for the bad kids' morality are equally as delicious)

[ilovedthestars]

New ficlet! My take on the missing scene where Amena makes Murderbot's hair fluffy :') (i made it sad by accident)

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

the amount of effort that goes into figuring out what to cook and eat every day is RIDICULOUS. i used to think people were so weird and boring for eating the same thing every single day but it truly does make life so much easier

[justajsworkshop]

realizing how i've bought into the false idols that (a) failure is possible and (b) things have to be difficult before they get easier. i expect resistance, so i can overcome it and feel triumphant because i perceived overcoming a degree of difficulty as necessary for satisfaction. but i'm now seeing how this is a self-made middle man that i don't actually need??

failure is only possible because i gave it authority to be possible. delay is only possible because i gave it authority to be possible. difficulty, challenge, struggle, etc. are only possible because i gave them authority to be possible, and now i can revoke that authority because i dont need/want these experiences for myself anymore.

wow. i am so mighty!

[brainrot-stitch]

Oh great heavens

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

i want to compile a list of horror media that people need to watch before they call genloss groundbreaking incredible material. like yall are soooo so deeply entrenched in copium toting this thing around like its the best piece of horror media in the world when like. theres no horror. there has literally been no horror. how are we watching the same thing. go watch gemini home entertainment or marble hornets or daisy brown or unedited footage of a bear or this house has people in it and then come back to me. dont fucking talk to me until youve consumed some horror media thats actually good first!!!!!!!!

[prismatica-the-strange]

Nope, I'm still crying

[villainartist]

there is smth to be said abt how chihiro is always always always depicted in feminine clothing in merch + supplementary material despite her horribly written backstory like.

at some point, if she really wanted to 'stop pretending', she could easily make the choice to wear smth more unisex and 'subtle' but she always goes for the cutest, most feminine looking outfits and its like girl........ girl.....!

[thedreadvampy]

Ok so like my partner and their partner are moving today, right?

and my partner had top surgery like 2 months ago and their partner has injured their shoulder so I'm like ok I love to move boxes I am super happy to come help if that's useful? and they're like yes yes oh my god please cause we don't know if we've got the manpower to move anything.

so I go on Friday afternoon I am knocking off work early to help them move. I block out my calendar. I work longer days Monday-Wednesday to balance it out. I also have to leave work earlier than usual Tuesday and Thursday so it's a bit like ok I can squeeze this in if I use up all my TOIL from the last few weeks.

I have also turned down two different requests to hang out this evening bc I was like ok no I have plans that evening cause I'm helping people move

They started moving at lunchtime because that's when the friend with a van was available. Ok. I knock off work at 3 instead of 5 and I message to say ok you've been at this a while, do you still need me? My partner messages back and says yes, we've just got here we've not even started unpacking yet and there's more stuff left at the flat, come on down.

It's a 25 minute walk and when I get there the things remaining in the van and the car are:

a kettlebell

a single box

a small bag

so I take those up. then I stand awkwardly around in the living room while their very loud friend talks very loudly and nonstop until everyone is overwhelmed. there's a sofa that needs to come out of the flat because it's full of dog hair and my partner's partner is super allergic to dogs, so me and the loud friend carry that downstairs. my partner keeps trying to direct it even though that makes it WAY FUCKING HARDER. we agree with the van friend that he'll hang onto it for now and load it into the van.

then I go back up to the flat and stand around for 20 minutes

eventually I'm like ok is there anything. I could be doing here?

and they look at each other and they're like no. nah. we're done for today. We'll sort through our stuff and set up and you guys come back in a couple of hours and we'll go for beers

and ok like this is not anyone's fault but I'm so upset.

Like I have been functionally superfluous here. I moved two things that other people were already about to pick up, and I moved a sofa that would have got moved anyway (although Jay would have tried to move it. but frankly it doesn't seem like they've tried very hard to Not Move Furniture before that so who gives a shit?). and for that I have basically used up my whole Friday afternoon/evening and lost 2 work hours for what?

"come back in a couple of hours and we'll go for beers" I didn't sign up for beers! I booked out this evening because I wanted to do physical labour and move heavy things!!! I wanted to be helpful!!!! If I wanted to have a beer and socialise I would have taken up the several other offers of socialising this evening!!!! But I don't want to now because I'm so upscuttled and upset that I can't even be around people, I am sitting on the back step in my garden right now because there is a risk of encountering 1-2 people in my flat!!!!!

and I asked before I left work if I was needed for this exact reason! because I didn't want to show up hang around and leave!!!!!

and "oh so your Friday evening's free now"? It's NOT FREE I'm AUTISTIC it's DENUDED. I'm not doing the thing I was meant to be doing but my brain still thinks I'm meant to be doing it so I don't have the capacity to do anything else!!!!! I'm just HERE.

[ontologic-catgirl]

ya know, honestly kind of impressed I gave the family I'm using they them pronouns a bit over 2 years ago and I'm still receiving the it'll take time line's and such.