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[icewindandboringhorror]

Some recent pressed leaves and stuff to add to the collection :0

[catgirlbussy]

holy shit i just realised im autistic

i know this seems like a shitpost, and tbf i am laughing at myself pretty hard rn. it's dawning on me at 6 AM after being awake all night, but (if you care, and if you don't feel free to ignore too, have a nice day!) hear me out, cause this genuinely feels meaningful and insightful for me with how my life has gone so far. I spent an hour writing this post in hopes someone might find it helpful too :3c

If you don't wanna read my post pls enjoy this picture of our famous friend autism baby stackin those cans before you go~♪

(source: wikipedia)

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like i already /knew/ I was before this moment, but i was thinkin about what i used to do as a kid and wow i am so autistic how the fuck did i not realise sooner. It straight up wasn't until I was already well into my 20's that I started to meet other autistic people online and learned about their experiences and difficulties from talking with them that I realised a lot of things they described matched for me too.

I live in assfuck nowhere so most of my life the only few times that I had met autistic people were like, folks who were nonverbal or whatever, just generally needing direct assistive care, and I never bothered to look things up on my own because I was already inundated with the pressures of growing up, school, mental health, etc. I remember one of the first times I had built up the courage to ask anyone about it, I was in the hospital because of mental health issues. This was in my second year uni, and when one of the doctors assessing me was asking me questions, I said I thought maybe I was autistic. He promptly and with a fair amount of snark told me that if I was autistic I wouldn't have gotten into university.

Thinking back, he was probably just an exhausted, fresh outta school resident with no special interest in psychiatric care (and also just seemed to suck in general), but it was enough that I shelved the idea for another 5 years.

Lo and behold, now I am lying here in bed, just absolutely gobsmacked by the VERY REAL idea that im autistic and like holy shit I feel so vindicated.

I've been on tumblr for just a bit, but I see a lot of folks talking in various neurodivergent circles about their experiences and that's been so wonderful for me. I also have a few good friend groups w/ a lot of neurodivergent folks, and that's been really exciting too.

Like, I'm still processing this cognitively as I'm writing, so please pardon this ill patterned post, but this feels like such a beneficial thing for me. Over time I've adapted a few strategies here and there to help myself accomplish various tasks, but now I feel so empowered to, like... actually figure stuff out.

Even after feeling confident I was autistic, it was this nebulous, floating concept in my head for so long of, "oh yeah im autistic or something idk," that I never really dedicated much effort to finding healthier ways to do things that didn't irk me or whatever. I don't feel like the label /itself/ is what is important to me here, but rather the awareness around why I do so many things in the ways that I do and that it's /okay/ that I do.

I don't want this post to go on too much longer, but I feel it's worth noting that I've fought for years with my family because they didn't understand why I was going about things the way I did. Again, remember, they all grew up in this cloistered hellhole too. But, surprise surprise, the times in my life that I have been doing better than any other are when I felt confident enough to ignore what everyone was trying to get me to go along with and instead just fashioned my own best methods (which also sometimes included informing said overbearing individual(s) to go fuck themselves cause I'm busy doing shit. It's hard for them to argue with me telling them as much when I would be completing X objective well, which is what they wanted in the first place).

I don't want to make this sound like I'm trying to be overconfident, but I mention as much instead as a sign of support for other neurodivergent folks to feel similarly empowered to drum to their own beat. Thinking back, I went from almost failing high school and ultimately retaking a grade to excelling in all my classes. Every single one. I know that's a relative assessment, you got variable difficulty levels, etc., and the grade score isn't important in and of itself, least of all because the school systems here (Canada) are a mess it seems, but just that alone as an idea, within the parameters of a particular system, I went from initial abject failure to thorough and lauded success.

Just think of what so many people could do if they weren't being pigeonholed into formats that absolutely aren't working for them.

I already have a boatload of (genuinely helpful by way of enabling access to proper education and treatment) diagnoses from my history of working with my (very wonderful and genuinely caring and helpful) psychiatrist that match with what I know about the neurodivergence term umbrella like ADHD, OCD, and bipolar, so it seems |autism| will feel quite at home in the group ^w^. I'll ask her about it at my next appointment to see if an official diagnosis has any value versus me just continuing to figure things out on my own.

Either way, I am thrilled right now thinking about the next time I get to shout

"FUCK YOU IM DOING AUTISTIC SHIT"

while an electric guitar squeals and lightning strikes all around me and I make cool stuff happen :3c.

[marcelinesghost13]

🐾 So today I went to Ulta. I was so scared to go by myself but I did it. I asked one of the nice ladies if she could help me. She told me she couldn't but she knew someone that could just wait I'll find her. So I then met Miss. L and OMG she was amazing and so nice she showed me how to do all my makeup right. I love the fact that Miss L was patient with me. After everything was done I got some makeup and brushes.

I then went home and took a selfie of how I looked. I shared it with some of my sisters and friends and asked them but they honestly think. For the most part everyone gave me their honest opinion. There's a part of me that thinks they're being just a little nice and not totally honest with me. Because in my opinion it looks horrible lol. I think I look like a drag queen that doesn't know what she's doing. Maybe that's what I should do is find a drag queen those bitches know their shit. Sorry side thought there. What I need is to get an actual makeup artist to write me back or meet with me to make me look more feminine. I know with makeup I can do this I have seen it on YouTube and photos. There has to be some way to make me look more like a girl. Because honestly I hate my face. I know at some point once I'm done paying off all my debt and loans. That I'm going to have to get another loan in order to do facial surgery in order to accomplish my actual goal of looking like a girl. The thing is that is so scary I've seen some trend girls look amazing after that kind of surgery and then I have seen some other train girls and it's like oh my God what did they do to your face that's so bad.

Well in any case I'm glad I had the experience it was something neat and different and I got over somewhat of a fear and getting makeup. Plus I learned from Miss Al how to properly put it on my face which is like amazing. I'm just going to have to keep learning and get better at this this is all new to me and I don't really have someone like next to me helping me and holding me by the hand. Which is fine I've always done everything by myself anyways and that's okay. I do have an amazing support team which I call my queen and they're always very honest with me and I love him to death. Even though they are far away and live in different cities at least they help guide me through this maze of things that I have to learn. They point me in a direction and I go figure that out on my lonesome with their voices in the back of my head. In spirit there with me but they're not physically with me. And that's okay at least I know I can feel them inside my heart and in my head telling me where to go and what to do. I absolutely couldn't do this without them. So I guess what I'm saying is I'm alone but not alone that makes any sense. It's not easy being a trans girl.

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[lesucremygic]

13+13

It's as if the title is going to give you a glimpse of everything terrifying. It's not haha, or maybe it will? Being past 25 is quite terrifying to me.

But I'm very excited about turning 26. The age does feel like I have a new start. I mean technically, I can always make my new start regardless of the time. It's up to me, what is it the society gonna dictate me for again? They have demanded a lot from me.

But walking away from the big number of 25 does feel a little bit like an accomplishment.

I guess life is not always this leisure, but after being in a fight or flight mode for quite long, to be able to taste the mediocrity, the mundane of slow life I can assure you, I can see more clearly.

Last year, I realized that I have never really celebrated myself properly, it was quite a revelation that rendered me speechless. I actually didn't know how to appreciate everything that I have in me without looking at them from the glasses of social expectation.

For someone who does have quite a principle, I always have some kind of battle with myself. But then I realize, those fights are my way to learn, to be a better version of myself. It means that I am still walking despite getting stuck a lot here and there.

One of my ways to celebrate myself and satisfy my teenage self is getting a self-portrait as it was a medium for me to celebrate my existence. I can see myself clearly as someone who does think, who can implement concepts and ideas into something tangible as photographs of my own being. I thought it was going to turn cringe, but apparently I’m happy with the way the whole concept turned out. I can see myself as… you know, me.

Birthdays used to always feel like gloomy revelations that your time is running out, that the clock keeps on ticking like crazy, that you have to run even aimlessly despite how blurry everything is in front of you. However, I decided to change the way I think about that bitter point of view since I realized, our minds sometimes are the cage. 

I’m the one who trapped myself inside it. 

To feel lost and gloomy is very normal, there is actually nothing wrong with that. 

But to dwell on something that is actually proven to be as temporary as life, instead of joining the chirps of the birds and nature singing for their purpose is one big loss that somehow I regretted for not doing sooner. 

There is so much to appreciate about getting older. You get wiser, you get calmer, you get to think from a lot of resources you have collected all of your life, you get to solve stressing situation without feeling like you need to be decapitated exactly at the moment of crisis, you get to experience the joy and the flow of having to live as you are in spite of still searching for your purpose. 

Life does get crazy, as you get older you actually understand that it’s never going to get easier. You just have to accept your situation and walk with determined steps, it can falter sometimes but that’s also okay, just rest for a few moments before taking another. Big steps, small steps, it doesn’t really matter, take the steps even if it’s just a centimeters wide. 

All you have to know is, you did walk, you survived, you celebrate you for existing when it gets too tired, and life does go on. 

To all of my platonic, familial and remotely romantic loved ones, all of my thanks to you for joining me in my journey to go on. My deepest gratitude for helping celebrate myself in ways that resonate a lot with me. 

To all the years ahead of us, I hope we can always remain healthy and sane.

Haha.

To 26, to getting older, to living life. 

L.

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Happy birthday you pocket sized environmentally friendly human with a barely retraceable carbon footprints who loves the wonders of sea even though you're scared of the deep waters.

[filet-o-feelings]

December prompts - day 2 (baking)

I know I just linked to AO3 for day 1, but I think I'm going to post the rest here, since they're short. Although this one got a bit longer than intended, so I'll throw it under a cut.

“Hey, Twy?” Alexis looked like she had something on her mind as she sat at the counter sipping her tea.

“What’s up, Alexis?”

“Do you know a good banana bread recipe?” That’s not at all what Twyla had been expecting, but she’s happy she can help.

“I do, actually! My aunt used to make the best banana bread before her second husband ran off with the produce manager at Brebners and she swore off fresh produce for the rest of her life. We had to sneak vegetables into her food like she was a toddler so she wouldn’t drop dead from malnutrition.”

“Oh! Oh wow. Um. Anyway, we somehow ended up with way too many bananas so I need to use them up. And David’s been kind of down lately so I figured maybe I could cheer him up with carbs.”

“That sounds really lovely!”

“Um. There is one small problem though.”

“What’s that?” Twyla asks as she wipes down the counter.

“I live in a motel and don’t have a proper kitchen,” she says, and Twyla smiles.

“Well, I’m done with work in about 2 hours and happen to have a fully stocked kitchen, if you want to stop by later,” Twyla suggests.

“Oh my god, yes, Twy that would be perfect!” Alexis exclaims, grinning.

🍌🍞

Twyla prepares all of the ingredients, sans bananas, before Alexis arrives. She’s grateful that she had time to shower and put on one of her favorite dresses before Alexis arrives.

Not that this is, like, a date or anything. She just felt gross after working all day.

She’s just finishing tidying up the living room when she hears a knock at the door.

“Alexis, hi, come in!” she says when she opens the door to the adorable sight of her friend all dressed up in a gorgeous pink dress, heels and all, holding a bunch of bananas up and in front of her.

“I remembered the bananas!” She said, proudly. As if remembering the one thing, and the literal reason she was coming over tonight was a huge accomplishment.

Twyla really kind of wants to kiss her right now.

Instead, she takes the bananas and leads her to the kitchen.

“Twy! Your place is so cute! How have I never been here?” Alexis says, looking around in wonder.

“Well, you’re welcome here anytime,” she says, and she’s really hoping Alexis takes her up on the offer.

“Okay, so the recipe is actually really simple. We’ll just need three bananas, and you want to make sure they’re ripe so these are perfect. I already took out all the other ingredients, so if you want to peel and mash them in that bowl, I’ll start the oven and butter the loaf pan.”

Alexis mashes the bananas and Twyla checks the next step. “Okay the next thing to add is melted butter so I’m just going to throw that in the microwave for a few seconds.”

Once the butter is melted, she adds it to the bowl with the bananas and instructs Alexis to add the remaining ingredients, one at a time.

“Great, just the flour left,” she says, dumping the flour in the bowl while Alexis continues to mix.

Somehow, way too much flour ends up on the outside of the bowl and ends up on both of the girls.

“I’m so sorry, I should have given you an apron to wear! It’s all over your dress!”

Alexis is laughing, though, and Twyla is relieved that she doesn’t seem to be upset. “It’s okay Twy! This is surprisingly a lot of fun.”

“Oh, good! I love baking, I’m glad you’re enjoying it too,” she says, pausing before deciding to say the next part. “Maybe we can do this again. Make a thing of it? Cupcakes, cookies, maybe even fudge!”

Alexis grins and nods, "Mmhmm!"

Twyla takes a look at the bowl, “Okay I think it’s mixed enough. You can pour the batter into the loaf pan now.”

Alexis does as instructed, then Twyla places the pan in the oven, setting the timer.

“Is that it?” Alexis asks.

“That’s it. Now we wait.”

“What do you want to do while we wait?” Alexis asks, and Twyla blushes, thinking of all the things she would love to do while the bread bakes.

In the end, they decide on a movie, and creep closer and closer to each other on the couch. Twyla thinks if things continue this way, she might actually end up kissing Alexis tonight.

And then the oven timer interrupts her thoughts.

Twyla jumps up and goes to check on the banana bread, Alexis following closely behind.

“It looks like it turned out perfect,” she says, placing it on a trivet before removing her oven mitt and turning the oven off.

“Thank you, Twyla. It smells amazing! David’s going to love this.”

“You’ll have to let me know what he thinks,” Twyla says.

They finish their movie while the bread cools, but start again at opposite ends of the couch, the moment gone for now. Once cooled enough, Twyla wraps the bread up and sends Alexis on her way. 

An hour later, she receives a text with a picture of David eating a slice of banana bread with a look of pure bliss on his face.

She smiles, knowing she made at least two people happy today. 

Three, if she includes herself.

[adhd-adept]

I have self diagnosed adhd and i was wondering if you could provide some advice regarding reading. I used to be able to just pick up a book and read when i was younger, but now that I'm older it's a bit difficult to just pick up a book and read for the sake of reading. I love reading, but i just can't seem to motivate myself to.

Any advice? I'd really love to get back into reading, but I'm trying to find a way to do it easier

Hello! I’m sorry this took me so long to answer, I’ve been mostly off Tumblr for a little while. I saw this some time ago at 3AM and thought “this deserves a more coherent response than I can give right now” and then forgot that this blog existed for several days.

That said, I absolutely have some advice for reading! I was a big reader as a kid, too, and I’ve recently had to re-discover reading after a long gap in any time spent sitting down with an honest-to-goodness book. There are a number of things you might consider!

DISTRACTIONS

First and foremost, recognize the reason it is difficult to read! For me, it is because reading isn’t the most interesting thing available. That doesn’t mean I don’t love reading! If I can manage to sit down and read a book, it is immensely satisfying - but it’s the satisfaction of the effort you put into something paying off. My favorite hobbies - drawing, writing, reading - are my favorite because of that sense of accomplishment that they give me. 

I love the feeling of holding a book and watching my bookmark move through the pages each time I set it down. However, it doesn’t give me the same instant gratification of reading wikipedia, or tvtropes, or scrolling Tumblr, or checking notifications on social media; even when I am unsatisfied, or even frustrated, with the internet, it can be very hard to put down. I know that people will tell you all the time “You need to put your phone down more!!” It gets old. But they have a point. What people don’t tell you is how to do that. 

For me, that tends to be about making it inconvenient for myself to get online, or do whatever is distracting me. This doesn’t necessarily mean making it completely unavailable. The distraction just needs to be less available than the task I want to do. I am the kind of person who gets online out of muscle memory, and then gets stuck there. Thus, many of my tricks rely on disrupting the muscle memory that lets you pick up distractions. I will put my laptop charger in another room, so that my screen time is limited to its battery life. I might tie a string around my laptop, or tape it closed, so when I go to open it I will be reminded “Oh yeah, I don’t want to do this right now.” I will occasionally rearrange the apps on my phone, so when I try to open Instagram and end up with the weather app instead, the thought of “wait, how did i get here” will snap me out of the thoughtless habits that led me to pick up my phone in the first place. I’ve even gone so far as to tape my phone to the ceiling. Whatever works.

If the weather permits, I might also walk a little ways down the block and find somewhere to sit and read. This can come with its own distractions, but it gets me away from my laptop, and I get a tiny bit more exercise and sunshine than I would have otherwise! This depends, of course, on whether you have transportation and whether you feel safe. But getting yourself out of the house can be a great way to get away from the things that would otherwise draw you away from reading. If you have a local cafe or library that permits you to sit and stay, those are also great options! I will bring my phone when I leave the house, but I might put it at the bottom of my bag, or put a bit of scotch tape over the power button, so that I have my phone in case of emergency but it’s just slightly inconvenient to get to without thinking about it.

It may not be the internet distracting you. But whatever the distraction is, it doesn’t need to be less compelling than reading. It just needs to be less readily available than your book is!

ENTHUSIASM

Another thing that prevents me from reading is that it often doesn’t have the same sense of urgency that other tasks might, whether that urgency is real or not. Give yourself a time limit! I may own books I haven’t read yet, but I will get to a book sooner if I have borrowed it from the library, because I know there is a deadline to return it! 

You can also get other people involved. If you have a friend who wants to read the same book, commit to a chapter or two a week and then call to discuss it. 

Or, if you have a friend who would be interested, and you are comfortable with your reading voice, you could read to someone! It might feel weird to offer, but you’d be surprised how many people really do enjoy being read to. If you both have time in your schedules, you could try to set up a regular call to get through a few chapters at a time. 

Generally, having a friend who likes the book is great for maintaining enthusiasm, even if they’re not reading it with you - I get to books faster if someone with similar taste says “This is one of my favorites! You would love it!” If you have a friend who has read the book you plan on reading, announce to them that you intend on reading it. Their enthusiasm might help you feel more compelled to read it, and there’s a good chance that if you don’t sit down and read it, they will remind you by asking “Have you read it yet? What do you think?” the next time you talk to them.

PREPARATION

Another great way to make reading easier is to set up a reading space beforehand. It’s one thing to pick up a book and say “I’ve been meaning to read this.” It’s another thing to put on some pajama pants, make a cup of tea, and curl a soft blanket around your shoulders before you settle down to read. For one thing, it’s just nice. But more importantly, it can function as a signal that tells your brain “it is Reading Time now. We are in the Reading Zone.”

Do you ever watch a TV show or listen to a podcast, and you let the theme song play on the first episode, and then skip it for the rest? Even if I’ve watched a show before, I will play the theme song on the first episode I watch that day. It’s the same principle - it serves as a transition, an intro that says “this is where I am now, and this is what I’m doing.” Give yourself an intro for reading! Have a certain spot that you like to sit when you read. Have a certain snack you eat beforehand.

I have all kinds of tasks with little “rituals” before them that help me focus on that task, or certain items that I interact with which I associate with it. I call them “declarations of intent,” and once I’ve made a declaration it’s easier to commit to it. Sometimes that means simply saying out loud, “I am going to do the laundry now.” Sometimes it means I wear a certain shirt if I’m planning to go for a walk that day, or drink from a certain mug at breakfast if I want to get some homework done. I have a specific hat that I put on when I want to write a certain character. Try to find something you can do to act as a cue that says “When I do this, then I will read a book.” Because of this, it can help to really lean into whatever the “aesthetic” of reading is, in your mind. Embrace a reading atmosphere!

It may also help to recognize that reading is something you can work your way up to! There is no shame in being out of practice with a hobby. I took my reading proficiency for granted for a long time because it was just a part of my life. It may help to think of reading as a skill! Start with something smaller and work your way up. Pick up a book of short stories or folktales before you tackle that six-book series you’ve heard good things about! Set achievable goals for yourself when you’re setting out. An early success can make a huge difference to morale, and it’s much better to start “too easy” and accomplish something than to jump in at the deep end and be frustrated by an early setback.

FORGIVENESS

On the topic of working your way up to things, I would like to say a word about mindset. It is easy to feel self-critical about things. Things that you think should come more easily to you. Things that you feel like you have no reason not to be able to do. One of the biggest things I’ve done for my ADHD is recognizing that there is always a reason why I behave a certain way. Accepting that allows me to actually address my struggles, rather than just feeling ashamed of them. I’ve had to accept that I won’t always do things that I set out to do the way I set out to do them.

I bring this up because not all of my advice here may work for you. In fact, some of it doesn’t work for me every time - a technique may work once, but I might fail to make a regular habit of it. I may make a regular habit of something, only to have it become less effective as the novelty of it, or my enthusiasm for it, wears off. I may eventually talk myself out of implementing an effective strategy because there is some part of it that I find unpleasant; or an intentional unpleasantness I once found motivating may eventually become intolerable.

That’s okay. I’m telling you now, it’s okay if that happens. It’s okay if the first method you try doesn’t work. Don’t set yourself up to feel frustrated. If you become frustrated, take a step back. If you borrow a library book and you still haven’t read it by the due date, just give it back. If you don’t actually enjoy the first book you pick up, put it down and try a different one. If you feel badly about not reading something your friend wants you to read, be honest and tell them you have a hard time sitting down, and that you don’t want to disappoint them if they keep asking, but that you will let them know once you have started it!

It can be easy to convince myself that feeling badly about something means it’s important to me, and that maybe if I feel bad about not doing something, it  motivate me to do it. There is a balance between making commitments, and not committing to anything that is just going to distress me. Sometimes there is a benefit to a sense of pressure, but I have to recognize when the pressure I create turns into frustration. That’s a fine line to walk! For all I speak of inconveniencing yourself, or holding yourself accountable, your strategies should ultimately feel satisfying, and show results fairly quickly! You may not see immediate results, but if it has been several days and your strategy isn’t working out, change tactics! And the moment you feel apologetic or ashamed about the thing you are trying to do, drop that strategy. Again, this can be easier said than done, but it is so worthwhile to learn how to allow yourself to “give up” on things that aren’t actually helping you, without feeling like you’re giving up entirely.

You want to get back into reading again because you want to enjoy reading again. If you set it up to feel like homework, or a chore, or an obligation, you may make it more difficult for yourself! Getting back into reading is about focusing on what you love about reading.

And hey, I’m always happy to help! I do only check Tumblr every couple weeks right now, but I’ll do what I can to be supportive. If you’ve tried these suggestions and they don’t work out, no worries! Everyone is different, and it’s no insult to me if things that work for me don’t work for you. But feel free to reach out again, let me know anything you have learned about how you function best in the meantime, and we can reevaluate your strategies!

I hope that helps! Happy reading!

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

Tomorrow

Ron x Reader

Request - Nope, not at all 😂

Summary - You meet Ron in Diagon Alley, WWW to be exact.

Trigger Warning - Fluffy, goodie too shoes reader, yeah.

You sighed, looking up at the colorful building. It's not that you never wanted to go in, it's that you were terrified of going in. You had always been the goodie-too-shoes at Ilvermony, your entire being lived by the rules. There were a few people who played pranks, but every time you caught wind of it, you quickly walked as far away from it as possible. You weren't ever someone pranks were played on, either. It's kinda like your entire school respected your want to be clean slated.

Now, here you stood, before a building that was all pranks and breaking the rules. Pasties to make you sick enough to skip class? But how would you learn about the lesson that day? Fireworks that went off with a flick of the wand? All the noises it would make, keeping students from studying.

You had no problem with pranksters, in all honesty. You admired their love for fun and spontaneity, you just couldn't bring yourself to ever accomplish something of the same variety. But, your younger sister wanted a few of the things more than she could imagine and, seeing as how her 11th birthday was quickly approaching, you figured you'd surprise her with a few mild things before her own first year at the American school.

You had moved to England a year after you graduated, having found a wonderful job in the ministry. It was after the end of Voldemort, which you couldn't be more thankful of, but you desperately missed your family. You had grown up with an older brother, two years older than yourself, who found a job quite close to home, but you didn't have the luck. When your parents announced they would be having a third child when you were already 8, you were quite surprised, but happy nonetheless.

You sighed, opening the door and letting yourself in, flinching at the loudness. You had expected a lot, but not like this. Fireworks were going off, students of all ages in every corner of the building, toys walking up the walls, and two bright red heads deep in the building - the two of the three owners. You read in the paper that they were opening a store in America, assuming that's where the third was now. You cautiously walked farther in, your head swimming with noises so much, you could hardly place each item with one on your list.

"Can I help you?" A voice came from your left, your eyes jerking up to meet his. "Oh, uh, yes please." Your voice was as soft as it was your first year at school, never really growing out of your shy phase. "Oh, an American. Came all the way here just for a few things?" He laughed, smiling at you.

"Oh, oh no. I've lived here for a few years now, but I grew up in America." You spoke, biting your lip. Holy hell was this man attractive. "Oh? I haven't ever seen you in here before, and I definitely think I would have noticed." Your cheeks blushed red, your eyes falling down to your list.

"No, I haven't ever been in. My younger sister is about to attend her first year at Ilvermony and I figured I'd get her a few things beforehand for her birthday." You spoke, gesturing to the parchment in your hand.

"Oh, well I can help you there. Puking Pastilles and love potions?" He asked, going to grab the list from you. "Oh no!" You exclaimed, refusing to buy things like that for your sister. "No, I'm not a big fan of playing pranks on people, I couldn't give her something like that." You blushed, feeling awkward for admitting it. You were in a pranks shop for goodness sake, how could you not like pranks?

"I understand, my best friend is a goodie-too-shoes herself. I'm honestly surprised she became such good friends with my brothers and I." You smiled, pressure washing off your shoulders. "Oh, lovely. I thought you'd consider me a weirdo." You laughed, watching as his eyes lit up. "I mean, I just might have to." He spoke, walking deeper into the store slowly. "So, weirdo, what's your name?" he asked, grabbing a small box from the shelves.

"Y/n." You said, holding a basket you had grabbed as you both walked. "And you?" You placed it into the basket as he handed it to you, following him as he walked off once more. "Ron, Ron Weasley, ma'am." You blushed at his manners, smiling. "You're one of the owners. I kinda figured with that red hair of yours." You pointed at the other red head, having found him quite easily. "Yeah, that's George. Fred is at the shop in the states." You nodded, watching as he places two more things in the basket.

"Hey, Ron, I need you to bring in the other box of the love potions!" The red head called George spoke, walking to the two of you. "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know he could actually help someone." George teased, smiling at you. "George Weasley, the better brother." He spoke, reaching for your hand, kissing the back of it. "Y/n y/l/n, and he's doing great for me." you said, smiling at him.

"Yeah, I'm doing great, get the box yourself." You laughed at their banter, having done the same with your own brother often. "Fine, this one time, because you're helping out such a beautiful lady." He winked at you before walking off, leaving you blushing and Ron laughing. "Sorry, he's always like that." You nodded, looking down at your basket. "That's okay, my brother is the same way." You said, smiling.

"You have more siblings?" He asked, leaning against the wall beside you. "Yeah, one other. The younger sister and an older brother." You smiled, loving to talk about your siblings. They were hell most of the time, but you loved them to death. "Oh cool, I've got six." he laughed, placing one more thing in the basket. "Holy hell, six?" You about yelled, your eyes bugging out of your head. "Oh heck no, I can barely put up with two, let alone six." You smiled as you walked to the counter, having enjoyed the time with Ron.

He slowly rang you up, pretending he couldn't scan a few items to get a bit more time in with you. Once he had you fully checked out, in both ways, he smiled at you. "So, sense you're not quite as accustomed to Diagon Alley, maybe I could show you around? Tomorrow?" He asked softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You know what, I think I'd love that." You laughed softly, another deep blush flooding to your face. "Oh, bloody hell yes." He said, clapping once. "I can meet you wherever you want." He spoke, smiling. "Uh, I can come by here, it's easier." You spoke, loving the atmosphere of the building much more now than you did when you first stepped in.

"Perfect, I'll make sure George doesn't bug you when you get here." He said, walking you to the door. "Tomorrow?" He confirmed once more, his stomach filled with butterflies.

"Tomorrow." you laughed, kissing his cheek softly before turning to step into the path, smiling to yourself. Maybe you liked pranksters more than you thought.

[chaos-caffeinated]

Emotions can help you remember Part 2 (Sebastian Michaelis x reader)

 A/N: Part two is here, excited as always, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Thank you so much for the comments, for the support. I did not know that I had the date set to that day, I thought it was the 19th, but oh well, it’s done. I hope this second part satisifes as the continuing part. 

Not requested

Rated: NSFT/W, 18+

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Yes, I do love using Gifs that send a chill down your back, it may even help trigger some emotions for sexual purposes ding ding :)

Also extra note, Microsoft Bing Translator was used, so 1) Do not come at me for any mistakes 2) Do not start requesting stories in French please, gracias! 

Part 1: https://chaos-caffeinated.tumblr.com/post/623644027625127936/emotions-can-help-you-remember-13-sebastian-x

The moment you heard the bell when someone walked into the shop, you greeted them. While Nina was busy tailoring in the back, you were in charge with inventory; looking up you greeted the client with a smile, “Hello, welcome to- Earl of Phantomhive, it’s so good to see you again.” You perked up, setting down your quill and walking around the counter to greet him, “What brings you here today, Lord Phantomhive? I can call over Madam to prepare your tailoring.”

The earl nodded at you in acknowledgement, even replying, “There’s no need for that, Miss. (L/N). Actually I am here to ask Nina for a favor, but I need both of your presence.”

Confused, you just had to nod, “Of course, I’ll be right back.”

You head towards the back and Ciel called forward Sebastian, “Sebastian, see what you can know about her and you can decide on it.”

He nods, placing his hand over his chest and leaning forward, “Yes, my lord.” He smirked softly and stood up on point when Nina and you walked out. 

“Lord Phantomhive? You wanted to see us?” Nina asked in a confused manner, but remaining straight.

“Yes, I wanted to ask about Miss. (L/N) living at my manor for a few days. I figure you would be busy, so I wanted Miss. (L/N) to take note on what outfits-...”

While you and Nina listened, Sebastian strolled his way to your side, tapped on your shoulder softly. When you turn to glance at him, he had that same smirk he always possess on his pale face with piercing red eyes and nodded his head subtly towards the backroom, enticing you further. However, you were ready to say no to pay attention to the earl when he raised his hand to yours and pulled lightly, his grip on your fingers were light, but they guided you to the backroom you were previously in.

How he managed to get your own body to obey his silent commands were unknown. Since the last meeting, you were curious for more, you were beginning crave more of him. His comments, his words, his teasing yet professional manners were all getting to you. But you needn't him enough to go after him.

You asked in a whisper, “Sebastian, what is this about?” You asked confused, “Why does Lord Phantomhive want me to spend a few days in his manor?”

Instead of answering your questions, he added a few of his instead, “I was actually just going to ask you about this. Tell me, Miss. (L/N), how did you come about to work for Miss. Hopkins?"

Hesitant about revealing some information, you lightly shrugged, "My father works as a merchant, and I started working with him since I was 8. When I began to work, the sales increased dramatically until Madam stepped foot in the store when I was 17. She said because of my 'beauty' that she would help me obtain enough money to help my parents live a peaceful life without having to struggle. I'll occasionally have some modeling sessions with her clothing, and well...that's about it."

Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest, raising the back of his clothed forefinger to the bottom of his lip as he stood there in thought, "So I assume you asked about her teaching tailoring to do more than modeling?"

You nodded with a smile, "Yes, she has such a charisma and how joyful she is to create clothes for people is just inspiring. I would be lying if I said I didn't want to do it."

Your smile shifted into a softer one, gazing back into a memory, "It gives me the power to gift others the opportunity to feel just as good as the elite."

The corner of his lip curved slightly as he offered a deal, assuming that you would take up on it, "Then for a few days, would you grant us the wish of you appearing as the guest of honor in the incoming ball?"

"A guest of honor in a ball? That means a lot Sebastian and I thank you, but...why?"

"My young master is going to host a party in celebration of the successful partnership with the Northern countries. It's because of you that it managed to be so." He charmed his close-eyed smile, "It would be an honor to have your presence. It would definitely be if I got to see you once more." His tone slightly shifted into his sultry one. Even his eyes radiated something, but you couldn't pinpoint what it was.

You felt a small chill down your spine, barely noticeable in his eyes, but you kept pressing, "But me? I didn't do anything but provide a suit for the lord. It's a material for many, so surely it can't be because of that."

He was taken aback from the response, he thought you would be greedy like everybody else, but you had common sense in you. Questioning, acquiring the knowledge needed. It surprised him to see that in you.

"Being the guest of honor grants you the opportunity to meet with many patrons, with future clients for Miss. Hopkins and yourself. You said you wanted to help your parents, your success here in meeting with the guests can aid in your dream at a faster pace."

When he saw your eyes widen slightly in realization, he felt the ease of getting to you was accomplished. He was ordered to get you on board with the invitation, tell his master about your history which cleared out. Because you were a noble woman, you wouldn't back out from an opportunity to help the ones you treasured. With that he had you in his grip, a step closer to not only his master's wish to use her in his plan to trap a murderer amongst the noblemen the Queen ordered to get rid of, but also his desire. He had grown to lust, to search for a simple toy whilst in contract, yet here he was obtaining the information for his selfish wants as well.

"...So Lord Phantomhive is asking Madam for permission so that I stay with you until the ball?..." Your voice trembled with nervousness as you were hit with a dilemma. You wanted to quit the modeling, having the eyes of other people made you feel uncomfortable. You tried so hard that you even asked Madam about teaching you how to tailor, but the man in front of you- the mysterious man- was giving you an opportunity to reach higher by just attending a formal event.

"Yes, at the moment they are. In the meantime, we can discuss about further responsibilities to avoid any problems."

"Well I'm sure Lord Phantomhive can help me on that then-" You were about to walk out when you see his arm place outward in front of you, his hand placed on the wall.

You stopped immediately, looking at his arm before you saw him at your peripheral.

Sebastian leaned his face forward, quiet as he stared at your reaction with his eyes half-lid and his lips pulled into a smug smirk.

“Miss. (L/N), you will be a great addition in our current situation. Having you on board can prove a good time for you as well. My master may be distracted with business partners, but his servants will be in alert if there is any discomfort. If you ever need me -in any case- I will be there in a second.” The hand beside your head guided towards your chin, softly grabbing with his forefinger resting underneath it, and his thumb gently pressing against your lips, "Like I mentioned before, it would be a great honor for me if you attended..." and he leaned closer and closer to your lips.

Your eyes widen as your cheeks darken with a pink/red hue, and you moved your head aside from his hand and face getting closer. You wondered what he was doing, you wondered if you genuinely had that affect on him, but you had to stay alert.

Upon this, Sebastian was surprised as well, smirking softly and closing his eyes before backing away completely. She was smart, and she was indeed unlike other girls who would take up on the opportunity.

“A-A-and this is because... because of my ‘beauty’?... That’s the qualification?” You closed your eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose before completely turning to the man ahead of you. If it weren’t for this, you would be blushing as you see him nearly hovering over you. His eyes seemed much darker, his bangs nearly coverng them, “It would be a brilliant way to cast your beauty, and if the compensation is not enough -or interest- we can arrange that in a meeting. I’m sure anything you ask for can be arranged, I assure you as such. It can be for Miss. Hopkins as well.” He smirked softly. 

You thought for a moment, sighing softly in reluctance, “You’re very convincing, but is my presence alone the only thing needed for this event?”

Sebastian stood back, his arms crossed in a soft manner while he brought one hand up to his chin, rubbing softly, “There is one thing. We may need you to speak in fluent French, many guests there prefer to speak French for an unknown reason.” 

“Wait- I-I don’t know French.” you added to which Sebastian stare at you with a semi-surprised expression, “You don’t? Well I assumed that because you worked under Miss Hopkins she would have taught you-”

You shook your head in response, “She always speaks English to me unless they are simple phrases like, ‘Bonjour, Comment-’ ... uhm...vas-tchu?” You were already messing up your pronounciation to which the butler simply stared at you with the best attempt of sympathizing. 

Letting out a breath, he shook his head, “Well, it can’t be helped.” Then he smiled small, “I can provide the help needed to ensure that you do speak fluent French. You can even surprise Miss. Hopkins and avoid any language barriers within.” He offered a warm smile which you reciprocated, “Alright, wait you are going to be teaching me?” you askeed confused.

“Yes, I will.” He nodded, his smile shifting into a prideful one, almost like he was giddy to show off his ability to speak French.

“But you don’t sound like Madam at all.” You bluntly stated as you acknowledged the lack of accent.

What came out of his mouth surprised you nonetheless: “Un humain en particulier que vous devez avoir remarqué de tels détails, mais attendu de la benficiaire de Nina. Ce sera amusant à coup sûr, car je vais m’assurer de vous donner autant que l’attention, mon petit chaton.”

The way he suddenly showed you up with this second language made you not only blush, but sense a chill. His voice enunciating each syllable with ease like it was his native language made your heart flutter. You almost prefer him talking that way from now on, but you were not only blinded, but deaf of his subtle approaches. 

“...So you do speak french.” You confirmed, speechless from the action.

Smiling with his eyes closed, a confident, yet playful smile, he responded, “Why yes, a Phantomhive butler who can’t do this much isn’t worth his salt, I would have high hopes for your success in learning a new, wonderful language, but I know all my students are succesful when it comes to speaking French.”

When he said that, you couldn’t help but ask, “You taught Lord Phantomhive French? A butler?” You asked curiously as you tilted your head to the side a bit.

Smirking smugly, he replied, “I’m not just a mere butler, my lady. I’m simply one hell of a butler.”

A series of chills traveled down your spine as his eyes darken and his smirk remained, catching a glimpse of his whites, a sharp canine tooth showing itself. With his response, you felt pulled towards him, now a sense of being with him getting stronger. INstead of replying, you simply turned to walk to the main room witha  soft blush across your cheeks as Nina was going to tell you with excitement to participate in the ball. Sebastian, on the other hand, had a soft smile on his face, his features no longer had his previous intent. He had gone back to his façade butler character as he hid the fact that he was soon going to take fully advntage of you when you two enter the  manor. 

~~

Currently sitting in front of the earl in the carriage, you simply remained staring at his boots out of respect.

“As much as I respect your manners, Miss. (L/N), I’m sure your neck is sore, please just look up.” He commented, his arms were crossed as he crossed one leg over the other. 

Just like he guessed, your neck was slightly strained from keeping it at a certain angle for a long time, “I’m sorry my lord, I just don’t want to offend you any way.” You responded with honesty as he focus went from the outside fields to your face, “I appreciate that, but you don’t have to worry about that. You are a guest of honor, please do relax.” He smirked lightly, his left blue eye glinting softly, “I’m sure Sebastian explained why we needed you?”

You nodded, “Yes, my lord. A guest honor to your incoming ball?”

He nods in response, “Yes, but in addition you will be further aiding in providing extra clients for Miss. Hopkins which can help your experience with tailoring as well.”

“Yes, but if I may ask, my lord...why go that far for me to be a guest honor when I'm simply a tailor?...”

“Good question, Sebastian commented that since very little people are aware of you, it would be a great way to expand the opportunities from a wider stance. You have skills, you are smart, you need a lot more practice and how when clients occur weekly or monthly. And please, start calling me Ciel, it would be more appropiate."

“Ciel...” You pronounced it, testing it, “It’s a beautiful name.” You complimented, watching as he hesitated a smile, “Thank you.”

“However, if I have to call you Ciel, you can just call me (Y/N).” you smiled warmly.

Now he smiled small, his weight shifting underneath, “(Y/N), it’s a beautiful name.” 

Ciel smiled softly before traveling over at the window to watch the scenary while recalling some events.

~

Sebastian knocked on the door only for Ciel to respond, "Come in."

Opening the door, Sebastian walked in and closed the door. He strolled over in front of the mahogany desk and reached out his arm, "A letter from the Queen, my lord." He gazed downwards.

Ciel was writing on a paper when he sat up, placed down the quill and took the letter. Opening it and silently reading it indifferently by himself, he hummed afterwards, "Seems we have a rotten apple in our bunch." He commented and set down the letter to focus on his dessert Sebastian brought earlier.

"Indeed, if it remains there, the others will rotten as well." Sebastian smirked, "What's your plan, my lord?"

"The murderer seems to appear in the parties, so he is invited." He sighed, "Honestly, if I have to create a party here just to catch it then it would be annoying since I have so much work to do." He chewed on his dessert when Sebastian spoke up.

"It's unfortunate we can't perform the ‘Robin’ again." He smiled smugly as Ciel choked on the last piece, blushing hard as he looked at him with an angry expression, "Shut up! I forbid you to ever speak of that event! That was utterly embarrassing, you know it."

Sebastian raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Really, I thought you were a splendid lady." He teased with a taunting tone as he chuckled into it.

Ciel felt a chill down his back as he was enraged with the teasing demon, "I said shut up!" He huffed into his chair, "Anyways..." He raised a fist to cough lightly in an attempt to brush it off, "We may have to use a decoy to this party, someone rarely anybody knows of."

Sebastian nods subtly, "Yes, I agree. What about Miss. (L/N)? I do believe she would fit the qualifications to be a decoy in the trap."

Ciel picked up the letter and read it again, "She does seem to fit the profile the murderer selects his victims from." He sighs, "Very well-..." He view the letter once more before becoming bewildered.

"Something the matter, my lord?"

"...Fluency in French. For some reason the murderer likes girls who speak french." Ciel commented in an irritant tone, "Does Miss. (L/N) even speak french?"

Sebastian pondered on it, rubbing his chin softly with his finger, "I'm uncertain about that. Judging by her accent, no, but you don't have an accent either despite being bilingual as well. How about we trick her into being a guest of honor, but not disclosing that with that with the guests?"

He sighed as he placed down the letter, "Fine by me, just don’t mention anything to her about the case.” He raised the cup up to his lips and sipped on the tea. 

Sebastian’s cornered lips perked up as he placed his hand over his chest and leaned forward, “Yes, my lord.”

Ciel glanced at the demon ahead of him and pondered what true intentions he had with the lady at the tailor shop. Of all the other women laying around, the name that came out of his mouth belonged to you, it was a recent visit too. Nonetheless, he just wanted the case solved.  

~

When the carriage stopped in front of the mansion, Sebastian opened the door with his head bowed slightly, “We’ve arrived, my lord.”

After Ciel walked out, you followed, admiring the manison. 

You were hopeful that you were going to have fun being with these two without realizing you were going to risk you own life as well. 

[solarcitymelodies]

Wowza sorry y'all about the random massive Rockafire spam, I'm pretty sure ??most?? People on here? know me for just Knight Rider because that's the only thing I've ever REALLY posted about--

but I Do Not Care it's RAE hours right now so uhhh here's some headcannons that probably aren't Canon compliant very much because I just got into RAE like last week

So like. I feel like Mitzi is a Good Amount younger than the rest of the band like she was in highschool when she joined, the rest of em were all Adults™ and she was a little bit nervous about it because...... ADULTS™

She was just lookin for a place to get her singing voice out there, because ya girl REALLY wanted to perform, and showbiz happened to have a slot open, but she did not expect all of the members to be older than her (although looking back, she realized she probably should have expected that)

It was intimidating at first but Billy Bob and Fatz were just the absolute sweetest and they introduced her properly to the rest of the band because she was like "oh I barely talk to them because I get nervous :(" and the resident dads p much said "aight we can do all the talking for you then, how about that?" And badabing badaboom she's now attached to these two and like honestly who isn't or maybe that's just me but ANYWAYS I feel like the band would become a second home/safe space for her

Yeah fr some reason I have BIG long headcannon for her joining the band but the rest of them? Nobody knows how they got there for all I know they just Showed Up One Day

Also I came across this

https://youtu.be/UU7BeUWQBDI

Which got me thinkin about what my headcannons were as far as sexuality/gender stuff

And I find the concept of Billy Bob being Very Much Straight And Ignorant but trying his hardest to be a good ally SO funny like if someone came out to him he'd probably be like "oh!! I don't understand why you would choose that lifestyle but I respect you!!" not realizing how incredibly stupid he sounds sjkrjh like I don't think he can very easily wrap his head around how people are just. not cishet. so he's like "OH then it must be a choice, right? like you can choose to be gay but you're born straight. Right?" and everyone just shakes their heads in the background but he does earnestly try his best and my man would rather DIE than disrespect someone's pronouns I know this for sure

Fatz is pretty similar, straight ally and a lil confused but he's got the spirit, you know? He still least knows being gay (as well as,,, m o s t sexualities that aren't straight, although some he doesn't get/know about at all) isn't a choice but he hasn't quite grasped that being trans is also not a choice. He will respect your pronouns to hell and back but by god he doesn't get it,,, he's trying though and he feels very accomplished in himself that he's starting to get the hang of using they/them even though he slips up a lot

The rest of the band encourages the HELL out of these two because they're. Trying their best and making an honest effort which is more than a pretty good chunk of people would give

Rolfe, Earl, and Dook are the reasons Billy Bob and Fatz are trying so hard to understand it lmao

Rolfe took it upon himself to hang up a MASSIVE gay pride flag backstage, being the flaming homosexual that he is, and the rest of the squad quickly realized "oh he's GAY gay he wasn't kidding" because at first they literally thought he was joking as he was actually just being openly and obnoxiously a raging mlm (and like I mean no shade to him this isn't me tryna to make fun of it because my dumb sapphic ass almost crashed my car once because I saw a pretty girl walk down the street. And by "once" I mean. Yesterday.) Anyways yeah that's when the rest of em Realized and were like "OH" but after the massive pride flag was hung up that prompted Dook to come out and they were all like "???? YOU TOO????"

Dook is a non-binary ICON he's a demiboy and goes by both he/him and they/them and probably would have a bunch of pride pins I think,,, I'm not really sure of his sexuality though!! honestly he kinda gives me bisexual vibes but Who Knows . Not me. He has a HELL of a time trying to explain his gender to the rest of the band (except for Rolfe because like. He's a part of the community so he knows) and basically he was met with "so you're just a dude but ✨spicy✨?" and it was like, "no, but I have no idea how to explain it in a way that will make sense to you, so. yes?" And that explanation seemed to suffice for most of them

Mitzi went in knowing NOTHING about what being non-binary was so she asked a l o t of questions about it, which Dook just kinda dealt with answering (he's heard most of it before, and it gets tiring after a while. if you're nb or trans or honestly any part of LGBTQ+ you know what I mean) but he thought it was really sweet of her to be so determined to learn about it and eventually she did get a grasp on it ish, so she was able to understand why it wasn't just ✨spicy male✨ (the conversation pretty much went "well if i was just male, don't you think I would label myself that way instead?" "....oH TRUE!!!") and she ended up a VERY passionate ally, and she'll ask occasionally about how to be better at it, bein a queen as she is 👉👉 also definitely started questioning her sexuality after a while and just went with "maybe bicurious" and Rolfe, Dook, and Earl were all like "ONE OF US, ONE OF US"

Earl has never once spoken about his sexuality in his life, because 1. He's very aware that's an awkward conversation to have with a puppet, and 2. He's aroace anyways, which is basically what people assume even if they don't realize it just for their own peace of mind, because seriously, puppets and any identity that ISN'T aroace creates a really uncomfortable mental image for... Most people, pretty much. So it's not like he ever needed to say anything about it, which is convenient for him because he wouldn't want to say anything either way. not worth the risk of embarrassing himself and making everyone feel awkward

(side note ish though Rolfe 100% came out to Earl first and was met with "I already knew that but okay." Rolfe was mildly offended)

And spEAKING OF EARL he's VERY much sentient but he can't say he's particularly enthusiastic about it because Rolfe has to carry him around everywhere

He can move on his own but it's limited and generally annoying to maneuver around with his tiny body so he just says screw it half the time and stays on Rolfe's arm or hitch a ride on Random Object, but like... Yeah, the majority of the time Rolfe just has to deal with only having one arm available and a puppet directly next to him making fun of him at every possible chance

They high-key have chaotic and unorganized college roommate vibes (like they're actually roommates because... Where tf is Earl supposed to go?? So Rolfe took him in) and idk if this is really like a part of my headcannons or if I just think it's funny so I keep entertaining the idea of it but I think it would be Fantastic if Rolfe had no idea how to cook but Earl somehow did so this idiot is trying to take instructions from a puppet, who can't physically show him what to do, and it's like Hell's Kitchen live featuring a furry and a sentient stuffed animal

Aaaaamd going off of my Rolfe and Earl headcannons still Rolfe for SURE has some sort of executive dysfunction issue. ADD or ADHD I'm not sure (probably ADHD) but he definitely has it also this totally isn't just me projecting how dare you accuse me of that

And!!! More about Dook!!!! I don't know how or why I thought up of this but I cannot possibly imagine him any other way now-- he's autistic and space is his Big Huge special interest, and if you ever ask him about it you have to be prepared to get infodumped or possibly even shown a PowerPoint presentation, because GOD he loves space!!! He wants everyone to know all about it!! He knows not everyone thinks it's as cool as he does so he tries to keep his mouth shut but when someone asks about it he can't help himself and will infodump a LOT, also haha drumming stims go brrrr, playing the drums isn't really a stim but he likes to just take his drumsticks and whack em around in the air and get that good ol Wavy Arm Action (wavy arms is best stim change my mind you can't it's GOOD)

Also i bbbbelieve earlier I reposted somethin about someone else headcannoning that he has echolalia, which I don't really know enough about to say anything on it?? But even if he doesn't have echolalia he'd probably repeat phrases over and over until he gets tired of them (which is,,, something I do lmao, it's either memes I get stuck in my head or things I've heard from various medias I like the inflections in (like one tiktokker I saw was talking about their tourettes and their vocal tics and one of them was "uh oh! How unfortunate!" and now I CAN'T STOP SAYING IT)) but like uhhh yeah :))) repeating phrases that get stuck in your head for various reasons for the win

This is already really long so I'm just gonna vibe out thanks for coming to my Ted talk feel free to ask questions I probably won't be able to answer a lot of em though because my headcannons are a Mess hehe >:)

[huntertales]

The whole cast of Supernatural is saying goodbye to the show rn and they tore down the bunker and oh my goodness I'm a wreck DANI I NEED A HUG (and some incorrect quotes)🥺

WHAT? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. In my head the bunker will always a place where I pretend it’s real. I’ve always loved that set. My heart hurts even more knowing that it’s really over. But I’ve got something to hopefully cheer us all up!! I was planning on finishing the current episode, oh well!

y/n: dean is so cute. sam: he just killed a demon that tried to kill you y/n: i said "cute", not "harmless".

y/n: you know, i bet my parents are actually really proud of what i’ve accomplished. I bet they’re looking up and smiling at me now. charlie: looking up? y/n: oh yeah, they’re in hell for sure. no doubt about it 

y/n: *banging his pencil on a table* dean: stop that. i can't concentrate. y/n: *keeps banging the pencil* dean, frustrated: can somebody help me out here?? cas: i got it. now y/n, how would you feel if dean banged you on a table? y/n: i- y/n: oh please do.

dean: hey, do you think i could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth? sam: you’re a hazard to society. y/n: and a coward. do twenty

y/n: why did the chicken cross the road? dean: i don’t know why? y/n: to get to the house of the dumbass y/n: knock, knock dean: who’s there? y/n: the chicken dean: liSTEN HERE YOU-

dean: i’ve done a lot of dumb stuff sam: i’ve witnessed the dumb stuff cas: i recorded the dumb stuff y/n: i’ve joined you in the dumb stuff josh: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF

y/n: okay, for this mission, i’m going to assign us all special codenames. you can address me as “eagle one.” sam, your codename is been there, done that.” sam: *look of worried confusion* y/n: dean is “currently doing that” Dean: *high fives the reader* y/n: josh is “it happened once in a dream” josh: *even more worried and confused* y/n: rowena is “if i had to pick a girl” rowena: *winks at the reader* y/n: and cas is… cas: y/n: y/n: eagle two cas: oh thank dad

y/n: i can’t go. stress is bad for the baby dean: what baby?? y/n: me

y/n: i’m craving something sweet :( dean, gesturing to himself: :) y/n: i said something sweet, not a heap of salt

y/n: what are you, five? sam: yeah, five heads taller than you y/n: sam: y/n: sam: please don’t kill me

cas: you’re like an angel with no wings y/n: ... so like a person?

john: y/n is at that special age when a girl has only one thing on her mind dean: boys? y/n: homicide

y/n: *holding sam’s hand over her stomach so he can feel one of the twins kick* sorry this is taking so long, they kicked for everyone else dean: it’s hard for the little guy to perform under pressure josh: top ten things dean said on his wedding night sam: woah! It was small, but I think I felt something! charlie: top ten things yn said on her wedding night y/n: *laughs* dean: stop laughing at it, y/n! y/n: top ten things you said on your wedding night dean: i want a divorce

sam: cas, you’re in charge. take y/n and dean cas: yes! my fantasy threesome sam: dean: y/n: cas: of people to go on a mission with

y/n: the quickest way to a man’s heart is through the fourth and fifth ribs

charlie, talking about the reader: she likes mysterious guys dean: okay *later* y/n: where are we going? dean: IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

cas: if you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? josh: maybe a bit tipsy? sam: drunk y/n: wasted dean; dead

cas: *learning human etiquette* what are friends with benefits? y/n: ...a very special type of friends cas: um...like us? y/n: *chokes*

y/n: i have feelings for you dean: you do? y/n: yes. I feel you’re a little annoying

bartender, about dean: excuse me, is this man bothering you? y/n: yes. Yes he is, but he’s my husband so i pretty much signed up for this

john winchester and ella y/l/n: all we ever wanted to do was raise the children so they were safe bobby: you fucked up a perfectly good generation is what you did. look at them. they have trauma.

y/n: HYDRATE OR DIE-DREATE! y/n: *aggressively throws water bottles* sam: uh… cas: she’s trying to yell mental health and wellbeing at us dean: *crying* it’s working

dean: how do you politely tell someone you want to hit them with a brick?  y/n: one wishes to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls dean: that’s the most beautiful thing i have ever heard

y/n: ugh, i couldn’t sleep at all last night sam: you know, they say if if you can’t sleep it’s because someone is thinking of you y/n: who’d be thinking of me at 3 am?  dean: *sweats*

y/n: careful, if you keep being so sweet people are gonna start thinking you’re in love with me dean: what could i have ever possibly done, to make you think that i’m not?

[migleefulmoments]

"Hahaha. A friend pointed this out. W online shops too!" What does this even mean?! I don't know anyone in 2020 who doesn't online shop besides my 80 year old grandparents because they refuse to learn how to use a computer 😂 I don't get how Will, a 30 something year old man, online shopping is worthy enough for Abby to comment on it. I'm sure Chris does it too. And Darren.

On Nov 5, Darren wrote this post and the cc fandom lost their shit.    

They decided that organizing 10 costumes for multiple events in two different states for two different people was not worthy of acknowledgment- especially since they wore several purchased costumes. They spent the next 30-ish days mocking her “online shopping skills” like the petty idiots they are and now they bring it up two months later. 

Anonymous asked: this is funny, C posted a photo of beard, D posted photos with the beard. Almost like they were sitting next to each other and saying “ok ok I will say this”

ajw720 answered: The only difference, C controls his SM and the bearding, D does not, but they knew the Halloween post was coming when C posted his belated b-day wishes (not that he acknowledged they were late).  

It really is, if you can remove the very human, tragic element, like a script for a really bad D Movie.  C posts “Happy Birthday, Babe!” a day after the man’s actual b-day and “D” praises his fake bride for MAKING TEN costumes.  Sure praise her if she actually designed them and sat with her sewing machine.  No, she went online and ordered things (I doubt she even went to a store).   And 3 couple costumes were cheap frankly.  The only thought was how narcissistic she could be in their execution (as @flowersintheattic254pointed out even the Mario costume had  a reason, it was a reminder of Japan and the fake encagement by referring to the ad that paid for their trip there).

And seriously how are people not questioning that she spent the entirety of her month picking TEN costumes?  Who has time for this?  I know, i know, a person whose only role in life is to play fake plus one.

I am just so tired by D in particular being utterly dragged down by the useless dead weight by his side and his team’s sole ambition to promote her and make her sound like a decent person.  

If they wanted to praise her, maybe they should have forced her to participate in the zero waste initiative instead of sitting drinking by the pool or have her volunteer to help young girls who have been kicked out of their homes, or have been raped.  Or pick any cause and truly volunteer her time to promote it.  If she is not going to actually get a job and pursue a career, please force her to do something that is actually of value and contribute something good to the world. But to praise her for picking TEN costumes?  

Praise that comes from a man who this year alone won three awards, is starring in a show he created and wrote the music for, has his first big movie premiere this week, is exec producer and star of a huge show on N/etflix, just announced his starring role with 2 A++ lists actors next spring on Broadway, celebrated the 5th anniversary of the festival he created, volunteered his time for the zero waste initiative, performed at several charity events, and was just yesterday name limited series actor of the decade.  Where is the praise for him from his “bride”?  He at least deserves it.

How do they not see how ridiculous it is for someone with D’s accomplishments in 2019 alone praise a person for purchasing TEN costumes for Halloween?  And stans, how do you accept that this is right or normal.  You really know nothing about him and have such little respect for him as a person if you continue to accept the character his idiotic team has created on his behalf.  It is so far from the person he is and that he generally holds himself out to be when given the opportunity.  

This isn’t about being a “gay fetishist” or “hating woman” this is about wanting for D to be fairly and accurately represented and no longer forced to participate in this stupid, life sucking game to promote a person that contributes absolutely nothing to the world.  If you want to have a strong female role model, there are so many, i’ve talked about a few in the past few days (thus far Nancy, Lea, and Phoebe) and will continue to do so, but please stop worshiping a person whose sole reason you are speaking about her is her connection to D, even if you refuse to accept it is fake.  

klainecentric Finished reading the funniest ig story of the day, the qween being praised for sitting in front of either a sewing machine or computer...bravo your majesty qween....your my hero well done.👏👏. And all I can think of is how irrelevant the statement D made about being an emotional horder, being a very private person and finally D saying he's lazy when it comes to social media, I'm internally screaming in frustration because yeah we know D wouldn't have written a post praising that lazy good for nothing waste of space but he's coming across as a lier and it's extremely damaging to his character as a person. I absolutely hate lying and every time another "private" moment is posted to the world is another small piece that's chipped away from what D has originally stated about privacy. PBB, nobody cares about your cheap arse highly flammable costumes you buy online, did you forget about your piano baby adult strip club. I'm sure there are still plenty of people out there you can hire to rub and flaunt their flanges all over the beer taps, why don't you keep busy on that instead. If you want to make costumes, I'm sure you can sew some mighty fine titty tassels together. It'll be cheap nasty, sound familiar.

souly So, let me get this straight. We should all praise a person for going online, looking up different costumes in online stores, putting those in their shopping basket and hitting “buy”? Because I do that at least once a week with other stuff. Do I get praised for that now? Pretty please? I’m doing good work there and buy a lot of stuff, therefore I must be the best person ever!

notes-from-nowhere You’re my Queen. Please, love me.

souly

(I think I got it right. I’m getting the hang of what said person is doing. Wheee! ;))

notes-from-nowhere You nailed it 🤣

ajw720 Yesterday I got a delivery of car food. And instead of his usual seafood mix up greats, I got him shrimp flavor. I’m awesome!!!!!

souly Oh, hey! I think we should all take pictures of whatever we bought online during the week or month and make individual posts on all of our social media accounts about it. Because, you know…

cassie1022 I picked up stuff I ordered online at Target and PetSmart. Does that count? Should I receive accolades because my cat will have fresh litter to do her business on?

souly Only if you post the pictures to prove it! ;)

ajw720 As soon as I get home. Pictures forthcoming. Shrimp cat treats and I also got a burgundy blanket for my new comforter!!! Life goals!!!!!!!!!!!

souly Okay, so, let’s see… What did I buy online during the past month that can be shared as pictures? Some things are gifts, so I obviously can’t post anything about those yet. But I think these here are safe.

Let’s start with one of my fav new shirts. (Excuse the grainy quality. I had to quickly edit it for privacy reasons. :p And yes, that’s a butterfly mirror.)

The rest are behind the cut to save your dash from drowning in too many pictures. ;)

cheekyface72 You’re my queen from now on…

ajw720 I think emmy/sag/gg/CC winner DC should write a post @soulypraising your awesome, amazing, unparalleled online shopping skills!  You earned that praise.  That cat toy is particularly spectacular.

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Just A Taste of M’s Amazing Online Shopping Skills that are worthy of such Praise

ajw720

Super Mario with inflatable Dragon $54.66 (x)

Princess Peach $78.99 (x)

chrisdarebashfulsmiles. i can’t

flowersintheattic254. When you add the fact that the wedding was sponsored so heavily, and her history of outfits I think it shows Mi@rren is something that’s always been done very much ��on the cheap’.

From work vacays (honeymoon included), RC ‘glue gun’ looks, thrift shoes and subsidized weddings.

It’s BUDGET BEARDING!!!

leka-1998. It’s not worth more than this, that’s for sure.

notes-from-nowhere  We are so ungrateful. She worked hard to find the gloves.

I bet she had to click on another link to find them. She deserves another accolade.

ajw720 @flowersintheattic254 Budget Bearding!  I LOVE It! (and something tells me D’s SW costume in particular was far cheaper than either of these).

souly That Snow White dress can be found for about $25 in a ton of online shops. I stumbled upon it even before Halloween way too many times. 😂

@notes-from-nowhere The plush question mark block can be found in a couple online stores like this one. She simply glued it onto some gloves - or asked L to do it with that glue gun of hers.

flowersintheattic254 Well funnily enough I think we may have confirmation that 🚽🚽 glued on the puppies so I guess YES to the question mark block too!!!

cassie1022 They can’t even glue things properly. Why am I not surprised?

leka-1998

SW

So, so amazing. Bow to the kween and her not so helpful helper.

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There are lots more...I figured enough of your brain cells died reading the ones I posted.  On Nov 30 she is STiLL bringing it up”

Anonymous asked:

Whenever I see miarren gifset they always use the same quote underneath (the rolling the windows down quote) and at first I rolled my eyes and thought uh not that quote again, and I can't believe it took me this long to realise it's because there is literally no other quote that can be construed as loving. You can hardly put down "she's a big girl" whenever you make a set of gifs with M beaming and D looking like someone murdered the dog he's allergic to.

ajw720: And I love the Emmy quote as it was an absolute reference to his character who was a psychopath. Pretty telling if you ask me. But that reference is over their heads.

And pretty much the only one. Guess saying he’s a ball and chain kind of guy isn’t romantic. They can’t even take pooping exes as he clearly steered the conversation away from her. Lovely lady of many moons? Nah she sounds like a stranger. Saying nothing changes after marriage? Sounds boring. It’s a struggle. But hey she’s an excellent online shopper that he done got hitched to!!!

[rogue-barnes-16]

SECRETS (part V/?)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James’ past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: language, makeout??? Not really.

A/N: previous parts are on my Masterlist under the name of "Secrets".

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

I saw my phone starting to ring due to the alarm that Bucky had begged me to set up after we had called Steve, and I quickly reached for it to turn it off.

The reason why I had been able to observe the alarm go off before it had actually done, was because I hadn't sleep again. I couldn't sleep after the fit Dot had thrown in my living room just a couple of hours ago.

Well, 'throwing a fit' was a goddamn understatement, considering Barnes, even asleep, was still gripping my hand like his life depended on it.

"Hey, it's time" my words, even if they were softly spoken, made him instantly retreat from his initial position. "chill, we got time" I reminded him, when he started to change his clothes.

"I know" he replied dryly while he was buckling his belt. "I just wanna leave already."

"fuck okay" I yielded through clenched teeth, sitting up to change my shirt and pants to outdoor clothes. "Did you sleep?"

"yeah" his eyes were everywhere but me while he grabbed his jacket and phone. "c'mon, we're already late"

I held back the scoff, and I held back the sarcastic comment, because I stole a glance at him to see that he was now completely composed, as if nothing had happened.

As if there wasn't now a bullet hole in my wall, as if Dot hadn't come all the way to my house, just for him.

He was completely composed, and that made me wonder how many times he had to put himself together that quick after his so-called wife had done something like this, or even worse, to him.

"c'mon Y/l/n, we're already-"

"I heard you the first time for fucks sake" I got up and picked up my things before following him to the entrance of the apartment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I guided the way when we entered in the precinct, but as soon as Y/n spotted Steve coming our way, she took the lead to reach him first.

"Thanks for covering us" Steve replied with a dismissive but concerned nod at Y/n's low voice.

"what happened?"

I took a peek at Y/n who was already staring at me, silently asking if it will be okay, to which I replied with a nod. "I'm gonna leave you guys alone."

When she left, Steve took a step towards me and I pulled him aside, away from any nosy ears. "she came to Y/n's"

The blond man needed a moment to process what I had just said "wait what?"

"she came in" before he questioned how she had, I answered. "I opened the door. I didn't know who was it and then she was inside and- I don't know."

"Did she hurt you?" Steve inquired concerned.

"I... I don't think so"

"what do you mean?" another question, this time quieter. "you don't remember or she... She insulted you or--?"

"Kinda. I don't know" I took a deep breath, passing one of my hands over my face. "I remember, but at the same time I don't."

"fight or flight" I nodded at Steve affirmation. "and then? Y/n-"

"she was yelling something at me and I shut my eyes and when I opened them-" I looked at the girl that had stood up for me a few hours ago, the same girl that had been helping me to actually put myself together, and not just the facade.

The same girl that was now eating a sandwich from the vending machine with her feet crossed over her desk while she went over the files of the case like this morning hadn't happened.

"Y/n was there." I turned to Steve again. "Dot lost it"

"Did she hurt Y/n?" this time he was louder than any of us would have wanted, and we saw Y/n directing us a warning glance.

"Y/n aimed her gun at Dot" I swallowed, suddenly remember vividly that instant of the morning, in which, for a second, I thought the woman that had been hurting me for so long was going to die. "Dot was convinced it was a bluff. Y/n gave her a warning shot and then kicked her out."

Steve stared at me for way too long with that look.

"what?"

He didn't answer instantly. Instead, he waited a couple of seconds to measure the words that would leave his mouth. "Today you sleep at my place." he whispered.

I scoffed so loud at his stupid solution that I made Y/n look up from the files. "what the hell?"

Steve looked down and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a second and I just knew he was trying not to lose it. "this was a bad idea in first place" my puzzled expression made him sighed exasperated "staying in the apartment of the girl you've been-" he checked on Y/n to make sure she wasn't paying attention. "crushing on for months- months Buck— was definitely not the best idea."

"it wasn't"

"And it's even worse if you consider that you two fucked while you were blackout drunk."

"You're walking on thin ice, Steve." I warned him when I started to feel an emotion I couldn't really describe, apart from the fact that it was bad.

"let's not forget that you stayed with her in first place" my fists clenched trying to hold back what I was feeling. "You're hiding from your mad wife."

It was anger.

"You're mad wife, who is dangerous."

No, not just anger. It was guilt, because I knew Y/n was now caught in the crossfire.

"Shut up"

"She's really dangerous, Buck."

"Steve, I swear to fucking God--"

And it was also shame, because why didn't I think it through? It was me who got Y/n in the middle of all of this, right? I shouldn't have explained my situation any further.

"Y/n had to shoot her gun for her to back off."

READER'S P. O. V.

I looked up to check on the two men I had left standing in the corner of the precinct, like I had been doing periodically since I heard the sentence 'you sleep at my place' coming from Steve.

This time, something happened that made me double check. Steve's voice started to raise gradually, which made Natasha and Sam take a peek at them.

Now Barnes' fists were clenched and his teeth gritted, as if he was planning on punching his bestfriend in front of all our colleagues.

That was a big no. I stood up as casual as I could and made my way to them, just in time to subtly tug the brunette back by his forearm.

"what the hell, guys?" my eyes went from Steve to Bucky, who was staring at me like he didn't know where I had come from, nor what had just happened. "you both get down to work. Now." Barnes glared at the blonde, which made me tug his arm again, this time to divert his attention from his friend. "Now."

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Steve, Bucky and I were the only ones left in our department.

I didn't want to make things uncomfortable for Bucky, so my plan was staying and working in the case until Steve left with him.

But Steve stared to pick up his things and Bucky didn't move. He was hesitant, observing me and from time to time, peaking at his bestfriend.

The blond man walked to the door and stopped for a second before leaving to look at Bucky intently. It seemed to me like they were having a silent argument only using their eyes.

After a few seconds of tension building up, Steve decided to give up. "g'night, Y/n." he spoke. "be careful, 'kay?"

I looked away from the whiteboard in front of me, and, turning my torso to Steve with my arms still crossed over my chest, I replied "sure. Don't worry," I glanced at Bucky, who was pretending to be immersed in the report he was writing. "I'll call you if something happens."

He nodded and, after I had mimicked him, he turned around and left.

"I thought you were leaving with him" I spoke the moment I heard the elevator door closing.

"I wasn't planning on it" he replied, quiet and absent.

"why?"

"I like your bed more than I like his couch"

I spun around to face him. "I'm serious"

"And Peggy doesn't like me one bit" he continued with what I supposed was another excuse. "I don't wanna cause any arguments." he kept typing in his computer carelessly.

"Barnes" he swallowed when I called his last name "I swear if you give me another lame excuse-"

"she knows where you live" even if he was using the same monotone voice, I could tell he was opening up now. "I don't want you to be alone." the typing stopped and one of his hands, the one that had previously been over the mouse, started to fidget with his ring. "And get hurt 'cause I got you caught in the crossfire."

'I can take care of myself' was the first reply that came to my mind, but considering the situation and context, it didn't seem appropriate.

Despite knowing that, for some reason, I wasn't able to find an appropriate response to my colleague's words.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his words sounded like an encrypted message, almost as if he was trying hard to tell me something that, at the same time, he wanted to keep to himself.

Unable to come up with the answer he wanted me to give him —or most likely the answer he needed me to give him— I opted for another way to communicate.

I made my way to his desk in silence and, once there, I sat on the table right besides his computer, and let my hand travel to his fidgeting one.

His eyes searched for mines, and when they found them, I gave him a smile. A tired one, though, because I was spent.

Spent because of the unsolvable case we were working in, spent because I had barely slept lately, and spent because I wanted Dot away from him and I had no idea of how I could accomplish that.

He was exhausted too, I saw it in his smile, which probably looked just like mine, just a little bit sadder.

"c'mon" I climbed off the desk and tugged his hand lightly for him to follow me. "we're going home."

We picked our things up without letting go, and made our way to the shitty, tiny elevator, where we let our fingers untangle, not before lingering on.

We both rested our backs against opposites walls while the elevator took us to the first floor.

His gaze was trained on me, and mine on his.

And for an instant, those words he hadn't told me before, those words that he had kept to himself no matter how hard he had wanted me to understand, were shown in the blue of his eyes.

And maybe, just maybe, the words that I hadn't said, those words that I didn't know I needed him to know until a couple of days ago, were shown in mine.

I wasn't sure who got close first, nor who closed the gap between us.

Maybe it was the both of us.

It didn't matter now that his left hand gripped my hip while the right one held my cheek.

It didn't matter now that my right hand's fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging it lightly, while my my left hand's fisted his shirt.

It didn't matter because it was an instant, a moment that would vanish in a couple of seconds, when the elevator gates opened.

But they opened and Bucky was still holding me still.

They opened and I was still gripping his shirt and tugging his hair.