#lowkey dying from the overload

[rins-batcave]

We love overloading my senses so I don’t have to have thoughts

[bellaaae]

Newjeans reaction to yn sleeping backstage [897k views]

Minji

The moment she looked at you she zoned out from staring.

She stared at your cute face for like ages.

Minji saw that your position was uncomfortable so she put a pillow under your head and used a blanket to cover you.

She gave you a peck on your forehead and walked away smiling.

Hanni

“Awww” she awed looking at you cutely.

“This is so cute I have to take a picture of this” Hanni said and immediately brought out her phone.

She took multiple pictures and showed them to the camera.

Hanni didn’t waste time and made it her wallpaper and uploaded it to newjeans instagram.

Danielle

She gasped immediately she saw you peacefully sleeping and awed.

“Cute,Yn looks so cute” she said as she stared at you.

Danielle couldn’t help but stare at your cute sleeping face.

She squished your cheeks lightly not wanting to wake you up before walking away.

Haerin

Haerin’s first instincts was to squish your cheeks because of the cute pouty look you had.

She was lowkey dying of cuteness.

“Cuteness overload” Haerin said videoing yn.

Hyein

Hyein couldn’t lie you looked so cute.This was the cutest moment of you.

She immediately brought out her phone and took pictures at the worse and good angles.

The worst angles because she wanted to find something to use and tease you every now and then.

✰𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒

[chronosh0t]

.... you know Lee doesn't remember what happened in the tower because oh surprise those memories got erased completely (which, lowkey, does makes sense if we think about the effects that can have in his reality outside the "but everything could've been used to have the better hand against punishing")

but let's say he does... let's say he does remember those "what if" where you, aka, his Commandant is always dying or getting insanely injured to the point you can't be on the front line. He remembers them quite vividly to the point his M.I.N.D starts to overload and he shakes, uncontrollably, for a while before he can go back to "normal".

Stay with me, bare with me a little bit more, BUT what if he doesn't go back to normal, "what if" he is slowly losing it, his M.I.N.D is getting corrupted to some extent but not due to the virus, no, the corruption comes from his emotions, from the idea of losing you, he can't take that, he won't accept it. And... let's say his personality, attitude, demeanor, starts changing. He is suddenly glued to you, he won't leave you alone not even a single millisecond and when you suddenly get called out and he doesn't see you, he will burst down to tears, his rage will take over and he will make a mess out of Babylonia.

Until he can't take it anymore. He thinks it's better to cut your freedom that letting you die, it's best for you to hate him than to see you far away from him.

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

*jingling keys in front of you* you wanna tell us more about the gorobot au sooooooo bad (please lol i'm obsessed w it. ur brain is huge)

*bats at keys* oh all right you got me

soooo remember what i said about gorobot having forgotten a lot of stuff because of his long coma? well, basically, he's forgotten nearly everything to do with akira. he's also forgotten everything to do with third sem, but that's for other reasons. (the trauma of his personas being split from his body made hereward split back into loki and robin hood, so now he's forgotten everything associated with hereward. his memories end with his death in shido's palace even though he did experience third sem.)

so, goro's memories have a big akira-sized hole in them, with one exception because he does have one singular memory of akira, though the details of it are sparse and it has an almost dream-like quality to it. it's a memory of the two of them in the jazz club, where akira invites goro to dance, and despite his reservations, he says yes. this memory is goro's one respite in the hell that is shady group. he replays this memory over and over again, always trying to recall more details, and always failing. he becomes obsessed with the boy in this memory, the one thing that seemed to make him happy in his previous life. though of course he also hates himself for this obsession, since he has no right to akechi prime's lover, since he isn't really akechi.

still, that memory of akira is the singular thing that keeps goro anchored to some kind of sanity during his time under shady group.

like i mentioned in the previous post, eventually akira does find goro (probably through also joining shadow ops or smth idk) and their reunion is so funny/dramatic bc they're like on opposite sides of the room when their eyes meet and akira is like. is that goro??? it can't be he's dead it's been years i've accepted that he's dead but that looks like goro. and meanwhile goro's system is getting quite literally overloaded with memories that are being triggered by seeing akira and it triggers an emergency shutdown to avoid his systems overheating AKA he passes out in the middle of everyone.

and so goro gets carted away all dramatically and akira is like oh my fucking god that's goro and he's dying in front of me right when we're able to reunite he's going to die. and he's trying to get to him and asking them if goro's going to be okay barely keeping it together enough to be coherent and they're like "oh yeah im sure he's fine he's a robot" and akira is like... "he's a WHAT???"

anyway akira obviously is right at goro's side until he wakes up and goro is still remembering everything (it's still not everything but it's a lot to handle still. it's a bit much to remember oh, the guy im lowkey obsessed with, which I have this really sweet jazz jin dancing memory with, i also tried to kill him. multiple times. that's fun and cool for him to deal with. but he doesn't remember everything yet, for example, he still does not remember the glove. ;-;).

akira is like "i was so sure you were going to die don't scare me like that" and goro is like "don't be stupid i'm a robot i can't die they'd just repair me" and akira is like "speaking of oh my god i can't believe you're a robot-" and goro is like "i know i'm an affront to humanity it must disgust you to look at this laughable copy of the man you once loved" and akira's like "-that's SO FREAKING COOL" and goro's like. "what."

cue soooo much arguing over whether gorobot is the real deal, whether akira gives a shit, and whether goro is deserving of love, etc. because of course akira thinks gorobot deserves the entire world and more and also he thinks goro becoming a robot is the coolest shit ever.

(but also akira isn't very validating of goro's feelings and doesn't want to accept that he *has* changed quite a bit and if he wants to love this version of him he's going to have to accept that.)

so they both have a lot of growth to go through....

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

💗 i imagine them meeting high functioning autistic reader, and not even realizing till reader is like

“Btw I have autism.” And theres their individual reactions.

Of course Hobie would be surprised, looking over with wide eyes at the casual admission. He wouldn’t care, but he’d probably be like, cuz ik he’s from the 70s.

“Bruv’, the fuck is a aw’tizzim.” And you’ll explain and he’s like “aw shit, a’ight. Sounds neat.”

And eventually as they get closer he’ll notice their little habits, stimming, and just note them to himself. Personally he finds you kinda neat, and listen to your hyperfixations.. and slowly he’ll try to make fucking anarchy and shit your hyperfix. In result, what he gets is you talking about the laws today and shit and he’s over here like “holy FUCK.” When you talk about the history, laws, politics, covid whatever. He just listens.. now considering things, bros still an anarchist, but he also notes other things. Gives him a hella new look on the world.

Miguel would be shocked, definitely. Shocked he didn’t catch it sooner, which annoys him. He will often notice your stimming, taking notes of what disgusts you and shit., what surprised him the most though, is your outbursts. Your sensory issues, overloads stimulating you too much till you’re on an angry spree or just crying. He would try to make sure your suit is adjusted perfectly to you, stripped of any material you find uncomfortable. He would remember everything about you si when you ask what you like he can immediately answer you spot on. He’ll listen to your rambles, and when you get angry and start to yell he’ll just stand there, because not many or ANY yell at him. He’s standing there in shock as you shout at him, seethe at his actions.. and break down in the middle of your anger and cry into his chest, he is trying to figure out if this is normal or not.

He would spend ENDLESS nights studying autism, just studying stuff more and more to help you and help himself understand. In the beginning you were so timid, and now you’re walking around with yiur resting bitch face, or happily ranting and listening to music and having your noise canceling headphones on. He watches intensely, gazing over your figure. At some point he finds out the extent of your mental, and he’s lowkey worried. Finding notes rants or rants you sent to friends about your lowkey violent issues.. he understands almost, and tries to comfort you. Then he finds out you have just issues with your entire identity, you’re also hypersexual. He will deal with how dirty you are sometimes, the lewd shit he finds in your history. He stares at it all in astonishment, it makes him BLUSH. He will be fanning his face with stapled papers and gulping. Of course he’ll incorporate some things in sex with you, and maybe, maybe just maybe he’ll let you do things to him. Like the biting you’ll do to his shoulder, he’ll let you sink your teeth into his neck. He’s willing to try pegging, maybe. Let you slap and watch his ass jiggle while hes dying of embarrassment, collar and leash him up.. gag him and call him naughty nicknames. He’s obsessed at this point, lowkey a lil nervous whenever you have sex but you’ll notice and assure him it’s all okay, you won’t do anything he won’t want to do.

I kinda realized by the end i based the reader off me, my bad.

ugh I loved it all!!! the miguel part about him studying and learning to help and the part about him just taking the heat from the meltdown is just mwah😩

😭😭 don’t worry about it bby!!

[lunarlesbeing]

For the first six months or so that I was living back home I didn’t really have strong feelings about it one way or the other, like not my preference but it was manageable and not an issue. But now recently I’ve been having either sudden rage episodes or panic attacks over very minor things, which knowing me means it’s been driving me absolutely insane the entire goddamn time and I’ve been suppressing it all like the Capricorn moon I am ✌️✌️

[bruhlsbees]

the haunting of heike zemo || helmut zemo x heike zemo

summary: helmut sees his dead wife

pairing: baron helmut zemo x heike zemo

warnings: scary??, ghosts, mentions of death, graphic depiction of ghost, angry ghost

word count: 2,097

a/n: i've lit been in a ghost town all weekend i couldn't just not write something spooky related - this is also lowkey sad tho so i'm sorry in advanced

Helmut woke up in the middle of the night shivering in bed. His body curling into a ball under the thick blankets, trying to get as small as possible to collect as much body heat. It came to a surprise when his teeth began to chatter, he didn’t know why he felt so cold suddenly...it was the middle of June.

His eyes were shut tight, arms wrapped around his body as he shivered under the blankets, groaning after a few moments when he didn’t seem to warm up. It became painfully frustrating and his patience ran thin, exhausted and just wanting to fall back asleep. And before he could force his brain to ignore the cold, it hit him so suddenly - the smell.

He gagged at first, feeling nauseous as the smell of death filled the room. His fingers came to pinch his nose shut, but even through the lack of airflow through his nose, he could still smell it. Did he leave the window open? Was it something out on the streets? Helmut didn’t care to know to be quite frank - he just wanted it to get out of his room quickly.

While the smell of death didn’t go away, another scent filled the air, something sweeter and all too familiar. It was her perfume...Heike, his wife. His dead wife. It didn’t take him long to recognize the smell before his chest felt tight. It was now too confusing for him - what was going on?

The whimper is what finally prompted him to jump out from under the covers, tossing his blankets forward as he sat straight up, staring ahead of him at the foot of his bed, towards the window where he saw her. Heike.

Her hair was down, her fragile frame wrapped in the robe she enjoyed wearing around the house. She was staring out the window, her arms wrapped around herself, as if she were attempting to keep herself warm. Helmut knew he must’ve been dreaming at this point - having a very real dream that he would forget all about in the morning. But still, it felt too real for him to process what he was smelling, what he was seeing.

When he went to say her name, the words seemed to get stuck in throat - like he was cut off from speaking. Slowly, he swung his legs off the bed and stood, eyebrows furrowed as she stared straight ahead. His hands bunched his sweatshirt sleeves into his hand, nervously palming the fabric to attempt to wake him up - but it never came, that jolt from the dream.

This, this was real.

“Helmut? Did I wake you?” Her voice sounded weak, quiet as if she were trying to keep quiet. He hadn’t heard her voice in so long, too long in fact. His mouth gaped open, taking a hesitant step closer to her. Still, he couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up. I know you don’t get much sleep anymore.” Her back was still to him, looking out the window longingly. When he finally reached her, he shook his head, extending a shaky hand towards her shoulder. As his hand connected with her shoulder, he felt the instant rush of cold, like he had sunk his hand into a bucket of ice. It was the same cold feeling he initially woke up to.

“Don’t apologize, Heike, it’s alright.” He finally mustered to say, squeezing down on her shoulder, although not too hard - not wanting to hurt her.

Helmut waited for her to say something, letting the silence fill the room. He knew he should have said something, it being the first time he has seen her in years, but he just couldn’t wrap his head around what was going on. His wife was here, in his room. His dead wife.

As she began to turn around, Helmut’s hand slowly slid down her arm, taking her hand as he waited to see her beautiful face. He could feel his heart racing, the same feeling he had when the two of them got married all those years ago - when he stood at the end of the aisle for her to enter.

But this wasn’t his Heike - it was, but it wasn’t the one he remembered.

When she finally faced him, Helmut couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him, his whole body jolting back at the sight of her. From the back she appeared to be the same as she looked alive, but the front of her was an entirely different story.

“Why are you frightened, Helmut? That makes me sad...do you not find me to be beautiful?” Her voice seemed to be louder, more tight and burning in his ears, like a razor cut.

Her face was grey, covered in the ash from the debris of the building that collapsed down onto her, killing her. Her hair was now matted and thinner than he pictured from the back. It was her face though, the finer details of it that sent a shiver down his spine.

The beautiful eyes he remembered her to have were clouded over, as if someone took her real ones and replaced them with poorly made fake ones. Her face was sunken in, giving her a ghastly look. Her nose was crooked to the side, like it had broken during impact. But it was her lips that made him sick. It looked like they had been melted away, showing more teeth and decaying gums than anything.

“Tell me I’m pretty, Helmut. It is me, your wife. Husbands are supposed to tell their wives that they are pretty.” When she took a step forward, Helmut took two back. He didn’t want to be close to her - this wasn’t Heike, this wasn’t his darling little wife that he doted on.

Gaping, Helmut’s mouth fell open before snapping shut again, watching as her face contorted into something sinister, growing angrier at his silence.

“I’ve come all this way to see you! I get here and you can’t even tell me that I’m beautiful?” The sobs that raked over her body sounded like someone had turned the music up way too high in the car and fighting to speak over it. It was a sensory overload for Helmut.

“Heike, my sweetling, you are beautiful.” He finally managed to choke out.

It seemed to give her the satisfaction to calm down, her sobs turning into faint whimpers. She looked up at him and it took everything inside of him to not look away. He could feel his eyes burning into her, now too sunk in to be able to pull away.

“I’ve missed you, Helmut. It’s been so lonely since you left. Won’t you give me a kiss?”

Helmut loved to kiss his wife. To pepper her face in sweet kisses, teasing her jaw and neck before finally capturing her soft lips in his. But the idea now of kissing her made him only want to hurl.

She must have been able to tell what he was thinking, because she took another step forward, her hands reaching out to grab the front of his sweatshirt, attempting to force him to kiss her.

“Kiss me, Helmut! Why won’t you kiss me? I’m your wife!” She cried out, fighting with him as he desperately tried to push her away from him.

“You did this to me! You did! It’s not my fault I look like this! Why won’t you kiss me?” She sobbed, reaching for his face now as her cold fingers skimmed over his cheeks.

Helmut hissed at the contact, feeling her cold fingertips on his face, practically freezing in the spot. He shook his head, tears now rolling down his cheeks as he continued to push her back and away from him.

“No, Heike. This isn’t you. You aren’t my wife. My Heike wouldn’t say these things to me.”

“I AM Heike! Please Helmut, just one kiss! Please!” The pathetic look that she gave him slowed Helmut’s movements to a stop, frowning as he stared ahead at her, watching and waiting for her next move. He expected her to lunge at him, to force herself on him and steal a kiss, but she never did. Even the violent ghost of his deceased wife became stuffed with guilt.

The whimpering is what toyed with him. Watching as she turned and looked away from him, her shoulders shaking as she began to cry. He knew that she was hurting, Hell, he was hurting too. But he couldn’t imagine being in her shoes - dying and being away from her and when he finally returned, she was terrified of him.

Helmut knew it was crazy, but it was Heike - his beautiful wife. It wasn’t all of her, and as a spirit she was vengeful and violent, but he could still see the bits of her that he fell in love with. So when he turned her back around and stared down at her, he was only half surprised with himself when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her teeth.

It was painful, perhaps the worst thing he had done. But he did it, and he knew it made her feel better. Helmut didn’t want it to last too long though, only being able to force himself to get through for a couple of seconds. However, when he went to pull away, he felt her hands grab him, roughly pulling him back towards her.

“Why are you trying to run? Do you not like my kisses anymore?”

He couldn’t win with her. He just couldn’t. Shaking his head, Helmut jerked his arms back to try and free his wrists from her grasp, but she only tightened them, squeezing down hard until he hissed out in pain.

“Heike, you’re hurting me-”

“Good! Now you can feel what I’ve felt. What I’ve been feeling since you left us to die!”

The outburst sent Helmut back, looking at her in such disbelief that his own anger began to rise. How could she blame him directly for her death? Though it took a long time to stop blaming himself, he knew that it wasn’t.

“That’s not fair, Heike. I wasn’t the one who killed you. It was the Aveng-”

“You left!” She cried, shoving him back now. Although instead of going after him, she stayed by the window, in the original spot that he saw her first at. “You left and I called you and you never answered. I died alone with Carl in my arms weeping for his father to come save him. Why didn’t you come back-”

“You know why I couldn’t come back, Heike.” It was Helmut’s turn to cut off his wife, standing his ground as he straightened up beside the middle of his bed. “I was in the middle of defending Sokovia when those bombs dropped. I searched for days to find you and Carl. I was the one who buried you, who mourned, who was left alone. But do I blame you for any of that? No, no of course not. How could I? That wouldn’t be fair on you.”

The ghost of Heike fell silent, watching him as he huffed, chest rising and falling as he stood up to her. “It’s easy to blame others for the pain we are suffering, but if you continue to blame those who did nothing, you truly will end up alone.”

What he said to her, this time more gentle, seemed to sit with her. He didn’t know if she truly agreed with what he had said, but it was enough for him to feel the room grow less cold, the energy around him feeling less angry, and more hurting. It wasn’t good either way, but hurting was better than being angry.

Heike didn’t say anything else. In her robe, she turned, the long material gliding against the wooden floor before she looked back out the window, returning in the same position she first stood in. Instead of approaching her again, Helmut crawled back into bed after a moment of waiting, waiting to see what she would do next. But it was like she had given up, not speaking and not acting out. Just standing at the window, looking out into the town.

Helmut wanted to say the rest of his night went better, but he just couldn’t sleep. While under the covers once again, curled in a ball to keep warm as his teeth began to chatter, he lulled into a half-sleep state, listening to the sounds of Heike’s whimpers.

[lilac-melody]

Breaking Down Sia’s Movie

Okay, so I watched Sia’s movie “Music”. And I bear witnessed how awful it truly is. So before I get into this, here’s some warnings:

1. This is going to be a long post

2. There will be mentions of restraint scenes and how they’re handled as well as images. View at your own discretion.

3. There are Spoilers so if for some godforsaken reason you WANT to see this movie...don’t click “keep reading”

Okay, so before I get into the actual contents of the movie let me say the characters all suck. Not a single character was likable and the plot was barely coherent. The main character, Kazu (or just “Zu”) is a recovering alcoholic and she’s just,,, all around not a good person. She’s very irresponsible.

Ebo, her love interest, is also shitty. Not only is his character based on racism to make the white girl look heroic and brave, but he doesn’t actually know how to take care of Music, the autistic girl.

There was also this weird subplot with this fat Asian guy but we’ll get to that later.

And another thing to address there’s like about roughly 10 music videos sprinkled in throughout the movie??? And almost all except ONE of them were extremely bright and colorful and each time I had to keep looking away. Not only that but ALL of the transitions from “reality to music” was always very sudden and has sent me into sensory overload.

And one last thing before we dive into this- Music stims a lot. And yet in her music videos in her mind, she’s not stimming...like, at all. Considering Sia researched with AutismSpeaks, I’m sure she has the idea that stimming is a bad thing.

So the movie begins with Blackface and immediately we jump into extreme bright lights and music. Music wakes up, and we get a feel of her daily routine. Get up, eat eggs, have her hair braided, go on a walk, come home, watch tv, go to bed. (Or at least that’s the generalization of it) And I DO mention this schedule because it’s important later.

As we already know, Music (who is played by Maddie Ziegler, a neurotypical actress) has very exaggerated movements. She has this very weird way of walking and constantly looks like she’s doped up on medications and is high off her ass.

Everyone around her treats her like a toddler, being overly friendly and being all around accepting and caring of her.

Now I bring this up because that in itself is already problematic. It makes neurotypical people think “oh it must be great being autistic people will buy you things, give you free stuff and you’re so unaware!” when this is the furthest thing from reality. If people saw someone like Music out and about, they would be giving her dirty looks, they wouldn’t buy her free things, they’d move away from her.

Autistic people are not that accepted into society. You’re more likely to get cussed out than helped.

So Music returns home, and finds her grandmother, her previous caretaker, dead on the ground. She has no reaction, just smiling and giggling away and sits down.

One thing I noticed about Music is that she’s literally always stimming. Like, LITERALLY always. There is not a single moment on screen where she’s NOT stimming. And that’s not to say it’s bad but it feels way too forced and honestly? It felt and looked more like a mockery of autistic people who need to stim often.

So George, a man next door, came over to help fix something in the apartment. And it was only After he came in that Music got worried about her grandma. Or at least she was lowkey panicking. This is when Zu comes into the movie and gets a call and has to now come take care of Music.

Also apparently the fat Asian neighbor would??? Flash a flashlight in her room while she’s in bed and move it around as if she was some sort of cat??? I’m pretty sure that scene was just an excuse to launch into the second music video of the movie.

So Music wakes up and echoes “Make you eggs” to Zu, who makes her eggs. Remember the routine I mentioned? How Music gets her hair braided as she’s eating? Well, as Zu’s going back to bed, Music starts echoing “Braid your hair”. Zu doesn’t know how.

So Sia incorporated a meltdown scene of Music being stressed of the routine is being broken. Music starts hitting her head and thrashing around screaming “braid your hair” repeatedly. Zu not knowing what to do tries to pin her against the wall and was literally screaming at her to calm down.

And this is where we met Ebo, Zu’s love interest. He noticed Music having a meltdown and...well...

Zu questions if he’s hurting Music and...

And after that, everything is suddenly all perfectly fine because Music understands that Ebo doesn’t want her hurt and she needs to calm down. And it’s also wonderfully okay because he can braid her hair. She goes back to breakfast as if nothing happened.

Obviously this is extremely problematic. Restraining autistics during a meltdown is a very sure way to kill them. If a neurotypical is reading this and is doubtful, here is one instance of an autistic boy being restrained and killed.

After that, Zu and Ebo follow Music on her walk to get to know her route. After returning, Zu makes a comment about how she’s thinking about sending Music to a “people pound” and then adds “oh but I guess I can keep her”??? Honestly if you took this scene out of context I’d be wondering if they were actually talking about a fucking animal.

Zu later finds some of her old toys and talks to Music about them and mentions how someone “has seizures just like Music”.

Um...when did Music have seizures? This was NEVER brought up prior to this and it will never be mentioned throughout the movie. A meltdown! Is not! A seizure!!

The movie follows Zu around being irresponsible, borrowing money, and so forth.

And then we get to the park scene. Hey remember the first meltdown scene? Music had a meltdown about her routine being broken? Yeah that doesn’t happen. Zu flat out says that the change of route is good for her and Music just happily goes along with it with that dopey ass expression on her face.

Ebo explains that Music wears her headphones “because her hearing is so sensitive she can hear whispering from two rooms away”. First of all, we autistic people are NOT superhuman.

After he says that he says “she can understand everything we are saying” and yet they literally have to repeat themselves several times to get her to understand. They don’t treat her like she understands them. They treat her like a two year old who doesn’t know any better. That was literally the vibe I got throughout the entire movie, especially at some later scenes.

So Music sees some kids running around and that sends her into a meltdown. And Zu wants Ebo to restrain her like he did at the apartment and...um.

Ooooooookayyyyyy. Yeah, that’s your problem??? Okay make the tall white girl be a “hero” then.

Oh yeah just like that!

Also what the fuck is Music’s expression here??? This is a normal look for her throughout the movie and she’s having a Meltdown.

Oh and after Music “calms down” from the meltdown??? She’s back to being 100% PERFECTLY HAPPY.

AGAIN, NEUROTYPICALS, DO NOT THINK THIS IS OKAY!!!!! NONE OF US ARE LIKE THAT!!! IF YOU RESTRAIN AN AUTISTIC YOU WILL MAKE THEM PANIC MORE AND POSSIBLY KILL THEM!!!

So, we keep going on with the movie, following Zu continuing to be irresponsible and frustratingly impossible to care about.

And at one point, she has to bring Music with her to this place where she “works”. And on the way there she tells Music to “not do one of her freakouts and just get it out now”.

Um...so sorry that a meltdown is causing YOU trouble??? A MELTDOWN IS NOT A FUCKING TANTRUM!!!!!!!!!

Later, when walking, Music wanted a snowcone, so Zu got her one. While she was getting her one, Music, QUITE LITERALLY OUT OF NOWHERE, lays on the ground under the bench and starts to eat gum from it.

...Um. What??? Why??? To show us how “hard” it is being with an autistic girl??? Literally what was the point of this scene???

So, afterwards, Music gets stung by a bee, which she’s allergic to. Zu restrained her while she was screaming, though it was brief, it was still uncomfortable. She gets brought to the hospital and she’s gonna be okay because she had an EpiPen with her.

But the doctors say that Zu’s occupation is empty for the insurance.

And here’s where I got from pissed and annoyed to downright uncomfortable.

Zu realizes her bag is missing and for several minutes, she literally starts screaming in pure anger and frustration, at home she’s searching, throwing things, kicking things, screaming some more...

Like WHY isn’t ZU being restrained??? Why is it acceptable for her to do that but it’s bad for Music to have a meltdown??? Honestly when Zu started screaming and throwing things, I actually flinched.

Oh also during these scenes the fat Asian kid was taking Ebo’s boxing class and hugged his opponent during a match and I guess at his apartment his parents argued about that (they didn’t include subtitles on that bit as they were speaking another language....nice. Note the sarcasm.)

and the dad literally attacks his wife and throws his son aside...and the fat Asian kid dies.

So like...what was the point of the kid dude??? No, seriously, what was the point? To buy Music a watermelon pop at the start of the movie??? We didn’t get ANY information about him or ANYTHING. And he just up and dies. Like if you take all his scenes out of the movie, nothing would change.

While the kid’s dying, Zu’s so stressed that she gets drunk and tries to talk to Ebo, but she gets loud and emotional and a neighbor comes out and Zu drunkenly attacks him.

Oh, so even if Zu is drunk and attacking people, pushing them, etc, SHE doesn’t get restrained. She just gets told stop. Okay. Sure.

Zu goes to a bar, returns home after another annoying music number, and makes Music her breakfast before she goes on her walk.

Ebo visits, and he practically says “aight I’mma focus on my own health I’m out”.

Zu starts becoming actually clean after that, she and Music staying with George.

There was pretty much just a dumb montage of her life after that??? One bit was Music having ANOTHER meltdown (for unexplained reasons) and Zu grabbing her yelling to calm down.

After some time Zu decides to drop Music off at a mental health facility, and when they were there, Music suddenly starts saying “don’t go sis” and “sit down now”.

Hold up.

So this movie is telling me that Music is nonverbal, but she can say some phrases, and also she understands what’s going on and YET NO ONE IN THIS ENTIRE MOVIE HAS TREATED HER LIKE SHE’S A HUMAN BEING WHO KNOWS WHAT’S GOING ON...suddenly, out of nowhere, she knows what’s going on. She suddenly knows she’s about to be left alone and suddenly she can talk more than repeated phrases.

I...I don’t think that’s how that works there, chief!

Zu changes her mind and she and Music go to the wedding that Ebo is at. Ebo is a guest at his brother and ex-wife’s wedding. (Which he mentioned earlier in the film and said he’ll tell Zu the rest of his story later which he never does btw)

and while he’s on stage finishing his speech, which is about how he doesn’t know what love is, Zu and Music come running in and Zu goes up on stage and basically tells him she’s now clean and she’s learning to love. And suddenly Ebo’s in love with Zu and introduces her to his entire family at the wedding, share a kiss and then everyone started clapping.

...No, I’m not kidding. Everyone was applauding them. At his brother’s wedding.

They start to play a song, but then Music starts kinda quietly kinda brokenly singing, it was hard to hear but yeah.

And then it cuts to another bright music video and the movie THANKFULLY ENDS.

GOD. That was so frustrating to watch.

I hated the characters, I hated the plot, I hated how Sia chose to “represent” autistic people, it was all a one, big, irritating MESS.

And in the end, do we learn ANYTHING about autism??? NO.

In fact, if I was a neurotypical with NO knowledge of autism, I would assume autism makes you some stupid 2 year old that you need to restrain when they’re stressed.

I wish I was kidding.

Just because some autistics are incapable of fully taking care of themselves doesn’t mean they’re just “teehee brain empty everyone around me is in a super bright music video!” like what the fuck???

This movie was problemtic, offensive, and WHY is it titled “MUSIC” when literally Zu is the protagonist??? Zu is the protagonist, her main story is about her and Ebo falling in love, and her subplot was...taking care of Music.

And then the mini subplots of the movie too. I genuinely don’t understand the point of the Asian kid. And Once, Ebo mentioned needing medication but they never bring THAT up again either.

Even if you erased Music’s character entirely in this movie and it wasn’t about a recovering alcoholic taking care of her autistic sister, the movie would be trash, poorly made, poorly executed, poorly directed.

And, the site I used did NOT add any warnings about restraint NOR did it say “hey don’t restrain autistics in a meltdown” or anything. And considering this movie had 4 RESTRAINT SCENES (2 of them being fleshed out and the others being quicker)...that’s pretty bad.

All around, this movie was awful.

-50/10, I would sooner watch 2019′s Cats.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Hello! super excited to see more people writing for the smp!! could I request number 11 for sapnap inside the smp verse? I think that could be fun with him. thank you!! <3

I hope it’s okay that I put this request together with another one! (”can i get 9, 11, and 15 from the 5k youtube prompt list with sapnap? either irl or smp, its up to you (: just the reader had pulled an all nighter for something and was hyped up on caffeine and was rambling to sapnap their best friend? if not thats okay!! i dont know if your 5k blurb thing has started yet!”), it is indeed set in the amp and I’m v excited to start writing for Sapnap and the smp in general! lowkey wanna write fundy when I reopen requests as well

9 - “I don’t fall in love with people very often, I just can’t believe it was you. Out of everyone, you just had to steal my heart. That’s very rude, you know, to steal?”

11 - “I’m starting to think that five cups of coffee was a bad idea”

15 - “I can’t be a simp - I don’t even know what that word means”

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They had been put on watch duty together. They hadn’t managed to mob proof the house yet and Dream was - rather understandably - worried about mobs attacking them as they slept, and so had ordered that they would take it in turns for two of them to stay up every night in order to ensure that there would be no mobs getting near them.

It was, in theory, a very good idea - Y/N was a big fan of not dying, and intended to continue not dying for quite a few years to come. The only issue was that this was her second night on watch in a row. 

The previous night she had been keeping watch with Dream while the other residents of their home - Sapnap, George, Callahan, Sam, Alyssa and Bad - slept. Keeping watch with Dream was always fun, she enjoyed hearing him talk about his plans for the community that they were all building together. 

Tonight Sapnap was meant to be on watch with George. However, Y/N had gone mining with George earlier in the day and George had gotten injured. Dream, ever protective over his close friend, had insisted despite George’s protests that he ought to sleep as much as possible in order to aid his recovery.

All of them had offered to take George’s place on the watch that night, but Y/N had insisted that she do it. She wouldn’t admit it to any of them, knowing how they would react in trying to assure her that she was wrong, but she did somewhat blame herself for George’s injury.

Besides, Y/N would take any excuse to spend more time with Sapnap. 

Exhausted from spending the day mining, she had downed as much coffee as she could, bid the rest of them goodnight and had gone to meet Sapnap ready to take the watch.

What she hadn’t considered, however, was how much the coffee was going to hype her up.

“Dude, you’ve got to calm down,” Sapnap was laughing hard at Y/N’s jittery state, her eyes wide as she continued to ramble endlessly at him about anything and everything that came to mind. “What’s wrong with you tonight?” 

“Well I’m starting to think five cups of coffee was a bad idea.” Y/N confessed to him seriously and Sapnap’s eyes widened.

“Five - Y/N, what the hell?”

“I was worried about falling asleep,” she whined.

“Did you nap at all today?” He asked her.

“No I was out all day with Gogy,” Y/N giggled.

“Well... when the caffeine wears off tomorrow you need to sleep all day, okay?” Sapnap ordered her, his brow furrowed in such genuine concern for her wellbeing.

Y/N smiled at him.

“You’re so sweet, Sapitus Napitus,” Y/N sighed, leaning over and allowing her head to fall down and rest on his shoulder. “It’s one of the things I love about you-” she barely felt Sapnap tense up beneath her, just continuing on with her rambling. “But you know, I don’t fall in love with people very often, I just can't believe it was you. Out of everyone, you just had to steal my heart. That’s very rude, you know, to steal? And I just don’t think you’re a very rude person, Sapnap, so I’m sure you didn’t mean it but-”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Y/N asked eagerly.

“I need you to just...” Sapnap trailed off, moving his hand to cover her mouth. Y/N giggled at the action, her eyes bright, adoration shining unmistakably in them as she looked at him. “You love me?”  

Y/N gave a muffled answer, nodding her head just in case Sapnap wasn’t capable of understanding her. Sapnap chuckled, smiling back at her at last and removing his hand from her mouth. 

“Do you love me?” Y/N asked, her caffeine-fogged brain only now seeming to catch up with the situation, her eyes widening in fear of what she had just confessed to him. 

“I thought you already knew I did,” Sapnap shrugged simply. Y/N beamed, placing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t know that all it took to turn you into a simp was an overload of caffeine, if I’d known it before I definitely would have let you loose on the coffee supply earlier.” He teased her as Y/N curled up closer to him, resting her head contently on his shoulder.

“I’m not a simp!” Y/N protested. “I mean, I can’t be a simp - I don’t even know what that word means!”

Finishing 5K Blurb Requests

[psychoetry]

How to Ground Yourself in Headspace?

Hey all!

Back again with another question from our system as to how to ground yourself when overloaded or in an episode of dissociation?

Kinda lowkey dying over here so like, send help?

--Scarlet

[themrswallace]

A meh (Bday tomorrow)

Tomorrow’s my birthday and while I dread the fact I have to wash my hair later in prep for the big day (Gonna have a lush bath cus we got soooo much in the online sales) something Beck said to me earlier has just, echoed in a weirdly factual and blunt manner.  “I’m sorry you don’t have mum and dad anymore” my reply to this was something around-- --“You mean mum who needed attention on her ALL THE TIME? Naw, glad the cunts dead, she and our pussy of a father”  Like, what got me with the echo was just how honest and plain my feelings were, and still are, toward my birthday being a ‘Meh’ event, as well as my dulling grief for our father and non existent grief for his wife.  My mother was your classic childhood trauma induced bi-polar/autistic who was as needy as she was controlling/narcissistic/pathetic, could easily be violent and then cry when you hit back because how dare you. Like after my autism confirmation we were all like “Oh yeah she had it, spazz, untreated with all that shit from her lot, obvious overloads on the reg, despite that, my ability to sympathize is....low. Incredibly low.  I get it, but at the same time, really don’t fucking care. Sorry boo-boo, my energy meter is on “Protect sister and bathe self once a month” and I’ve broken the stick thingy so like Coco, Forgotten land you go.  ---- It’s sad to imagine someone not missing either of their parents, and in my case, it’s sorta darker because she died when my ass was 11 and the second we knew she was sick, I was the family cheerleader for her upcoming yeet outta the living world, like a kid, lil 11 year old dumpling child, being cool, relieved their mother was dying of some unknown/un-diagnosed illness, Like you read about this shit and wonder how bad is the fam or just how fucked in the head is that child.  But thats where her behavior as a mother had me, and nowdays, I’m more done than angry with her memory.  No, the anger is more aimed at Dad who at first I missed hella bad when he died, but now, I’m like “You bitch ass, pussy. I laughed my way thru a scaffold pole busting up my arm, you couldn’t even stand up to a 5′5 gremlin!” (Why does my anger always sound like Lamar?)  That’s how it is now, I’m painfully (For everyone else) done/dry towards my mother, and just plain angry at my dad who now my ass kinda lowkey hates more than loves anymore because the older I get, the more the good memories get over-shadowed by his inability to emotionally protect his kids, or just protect his kids.  Like I remember my mum being a dick, me stomping on her foot (I was like 8?) and he had a go at me, even after she’d jumped on me and started slapping/getting hysterical. Like I was a lil kid, and while it killed the argument real quick agreeing with her, imagine that shit from my end, she started it, a grown woman, and my ass was getting grilled, and it was always like this, especially on birthdays, it was her feelings, her shit, mums day, like thanks dude, peace.  Like I’ve become more man, than my dad was.  Sure he worked all his life, provided, raised a family, but on the other hand, he lost his shit, he had a breakdown, was a dickhead, at times was straight-up bad as she was (Rarely) and emotionally, was the driest mother fucker.  In retrospect, he was human, wanted a quiet life, knew how to bring down a psycho bitch the only way he knew and just wanted to keep his mind busy because obviously, my dad was on the spectrum to, so as much as I wanna kick his ass, I get it, I can see why he did those things and gave in, but then, at the same time, I am allowed to be mad, and look at those fuck-ups and think how fucked it was, how much we had to deal with, how many birthdays I’ve lost and will lose the feeling for, because of them. Because she couldn’t cope, because he didn’t wanna tell her to get a fucking grip or just stand up and say “You’re being psychotic, fucking stop”.  Maybe it’s a life lesson or some weird plan, like “I parent you enough to come thru this trauma and learn not to be us”, but I’m hella mad, it’s my 26th birthday in a like so many hours, even in lockdown it should be something but my brain is naturally trained to let her have it.  Vowing now: My kids 26th won’t be like this. they’ll have chips, dip, all the prostitutes and all the alcohol as long ass they get drunk at home so I can make sure they’re okay. They deserve it. Even if I don’t 

[soobinies]

YOUR BLOG IS A BLESSING TO MY EYES OMG- but lowkey is he trying to kill us ?? cuz yeonjun simps are dying rn from the overload (doesn’t mean we don’t need more tho 👀-)

Yeah, he is, that’s his goal, his goal is to kill us

[theprodigypenguin]

Writing Commissions {open}

As most of my followers know already, my laptop very recently broke, and I haven't been able to write as frequently or in as much volume as I usually do. 

At the same time I've been going through a rather hard time, and writing is one of my main coping mechanisms, how I leech myself of toxic emotions and relax, do something productive with my anxiety and depression. 

Thanks to my broken laptop, I have not been able to cope productively or in any healthy way at all, which is not good for me, but it has taken a LOT longer than expected to save the money I need to replace my laptop.

So, I made the decision to open writing commissions. I imagine I'd get more luck if I was an artist, but alas, I am not, so here I go shooting my shot. If you're not interested, don't feel bad about ignoring this post. I'll add the information in a "read more", as it will likely be a long post.

Feel free to reblog this if you want, but you are under no obligation to do so.

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You can call me Nico (formerly amelia vale). I've been writing regularly for about 10+ years with a small handful of local college writing courses under my belt (I actually won an award in my first creative writing course. It was a college course and I believe I was 13 or 14 at the time (my charter school allowed me to take college classes while still in highschool)). I've also won a few local essay contests in my town, which probably doesn't mean much, but that's my history.

In my time writing I've finished 11+ novels (some of which reached 50 chapters+, and some which are not posted anywhere online yeet), and over 30 one shots, drabbles, and novellas, with a handful of in-progress novels and shorter fanfictions. I've written both fanfiction and original novels of varying genres.

I am by no means an expert in my craft, and while I do dream of publishing professionally some day, I am nowhere near that goal. I'm certainly hyping myself up, but I just wanted to express the experience I have with writing in general to assure possible consumers that I at least 89% know what I'm doing 🙃 I've also already done a few writing commissions in the past, which can be found on my DeviantArt, but you can find more recent examples of my work on Wattpad and Ao3.

Fandoms I've written for: Harry Potter, The Cursed Child, Riordanverse (notably PJO, HoO, and Magnus Chase), OHSHC, Voltron: Legendary Defender, One Piece, Hetalia.

Note that my main focus currently is Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (Jeddy and Jegulus mostly) but I have some experience writing in the fandoms above, though not all of those fics are posted online, and not all of them are incredibly recent.

I'm comfortable and have experience writing in an assortment of genres and themes, including smutty or sexual themes, incredibly graphic and triggering themes including r@pe, assault, abuse, neglect, torture, self harm, suicide (please note I wrote these themes as a form of therapy, not cuz I'm creepy), fluff, whump, dystopia, post apocalyptic, werewolf, vampire, etc (please ask if you want to know if I've written in a specific genre or theme not listed).

*important: just because an author may write something, does not mean they support that theme. I've written about graphic violence, r@pe, and racism, but I do not in any way support that crap.

Most Recent Examples of my Writing:

Chances || Venom || Broken Doll (rated E, very graphic)

Examples of Smut/Sexually Themed fics:

Say My Name || Chances || Rythmn of the Night (wattpad) || Encantador de Serpientes (wattpad)

Examples of Original Work:

Pigment || What Happens in Vienna || Love at First Crepe

Fanfic Examples:

The Hyacinth Prophecy(PJO) || Road to Ruin(PJO) || Serpentine Curse(PJO/Magnus Chase) || Make Peace(VLD) || Something Just Like This(VLD) || Stupid Deep(HP) || Recovery(HP) 

So if you've gotten through all the above 👆👆👆👆 (it was actually lowkey stressful to write cuz I'm very bad at complimenting myself, A for effort) and still are curious or interested in commissioning, then below are prices, things I will and won't write, payment methods, etc:

Things I won't write: 

incest, pedophilia, graphic depictions of r@pe or any form of sexual assault, marginalization of a race or group I have no personal affiliation with* (I won't write about a black woman enduring racism because I am not a black woman, etc), underage relationships (both characters must be over 19, unless it's a strictly familial fic).

*I will happily write a black character or any other race/minority, but I do not believe I have any right to add in their racial experiences as I have not experienced them for myself, and that would be wildly insensitive of me. I've written about marginalization from a second perspective before, but I had a lot of help from a POC reader while I was writing.

Things I will write:

fluff, smut (within reason plz), whump, romance, familial, Original work, OCs, fanfiction*, pretty much everything else that isn't in the "won't" list. I'm pretty flexible.

*Disclaimer: All characters in any of the fanfiction I write belong to their respective owners, and I claim no rights to them or to their individual stories. I do not own any of the properties, I am simply producing fan works based on or inspired by them.

Prices:

$15 - for fics under 3k

$20 - for anything over 3k words

$30 - $40 - for smut (smut is extra because I don't write it a whole lot, but I CAN write it, and normally smut fics end up much longer than general fics) 

*MUST BE 17+ TO COMMISSION SMUT (if your age isn't already in your bio I have every right to decline the commission. I just don't feel comfortable writing smut for anyone under 17. I know youngins will read it anyway, but this is just a personal pet peeve of mine)

Payment Methods:

You can pay either through Ko-fi or PayPal, whichever you prefer.

Rules:

PLEASE be kind and respectful to me.

Stay in contact with me as MUCH as possible.

I prefer a lot of communication, especially during my writing process, as I want to be sure I get every detail of the fic right for you.

Full payment upfront (this may change later, but currently I would prefer it upfront)

I do not have a time limit on my writing, that kind of thing stresses me out and my writing quality suffers, which commissioners do not deserve. I can however guarantee that I WILL finish your fic.

Please do not increasingly pester or ask me if the fic is finished or how it's going, I promise I will give updates when they are necessary.

The more enthusiasm and details you give regarding the kind of fic you want, the faster I will finish, because I'll probably get just as excited as you. Basically hype me on the theme and I'll be dying to finish.

I need money because I need a new laptop but I still want this to be fun for me, and for whoever commissions me.

I have a right to refuse any commission request without explanation.

This is NOT first come first serve. I will choose the commissions I feel I can do my best on to ensure you get the best quality writing.

Due to the fact I have a fulltime job already, and I can't write that much on my phone or tablet, and the fact I'm saving up to buy a laptop, I will only be taking two commissions at a time, so as not to overload myself and so I can provide a piece of writing to the best of my abilities. When I finish those two commissions, I will reopen these again, until I've saved enough for a laptop. I figure between commissions and work, I could afford one… maybe February if I'm lucky.

After which I will likely shut down commissions (unless something super serious comes up again).

Slots:

#1:

#2:

CONTACT:

You can DM me on Tumblr or email me at amelia.vale.official@gmail.com

If you do not want to commission me, or can't commission me because you are also broke (same bro) then feel free to reblog if you want (you have no obligation to).

If you still want to support me somehow but can't afford that much, you can donate to my Ko-fi. I actually don't drink coffee, I drink tea, so I'll have to change the caption from "buy me a coffee" to something else, but yeah.

Thank you greatly to the people who read this far, even if you don't commission. I appreciate all of my followers and whoever decides to help, as well as people who can't. I know commissions are a luxury, so if you can't afford it, don't feel bad, you don't need to apologize, cuz that makes me feel bad too. It's totally okay.

And for people going through a similar crisis, hang in there. It can only be shit for so long after all.

NOTE: COMMISSIONS DO NOT INCLUDE PROMPTS THAT HAVE ALREADY BEEN SENT TO ME, so if you have sent in prompts in the past, THEY ARE NOT COMMISSIONS. I asked for writing prompts/requests, so they are no included in this.

[katieeebugzz]

4/6/21 9:50am

my life is either pretty good or really bad and i can’t tell which one it is:

oh crap it’s been a long time!! welp.. merry christmas, happy new year, happy valentine’s day, and every other holiday that’s goes by haha!!

this year has not been it for me, on new years i got waisted off my ass and cried about an ex, a couple months later while i was questioning my sexuality someone outed me to my mom (while it was my birthday week mind you), i hooked up with said ex i cried about on new years a couple days ago, and so far i’m overloaded with school work and i can’t do anything but eat, sleep, and do homework.

wow that was all one sentence? damn. anyways.

yeah,, i cried about an ex on new years, but in my defense he was the only ex that actually had respect for me. he came with me to my dying grandma’s house and sat in there with me, he went to my band contests, shit he couldn’t even kiss me when we were on our first date!! HE WAS SO NERVOUS HE WAITED UNTIL OUR THIRD DATE!! my most recent ex got made i wouldn’t suck him off and didn’t even get me anything for my birthday. i mean everyone has their flaws,, he’s 5’5 and voted for trump, but i’m 5’1 so he’s still taller than me and i’m not that political so i really shouldn’t be biased about people who vote who when i didn’t vote myself.

from august to now, i’ve questioned my sexuality. and i still don’t know what i like. for me to actually come up with conclusions, i ask people what they think, and thought it’s MY sexuality, people take in more than just surroundings but everyone else as well. so my thought was “i’m going to say i think i’m questioning if i like girls. cause when i say something to friends i’ll either come up to the conclusion i do or don’t and in awhile they’ll say it was a phase or an identity crisis.” i told 3 of my friends and they didn’t say anything but “whatever you decide i’ll be there for you” ...well a day or two before my birthday, my mom walks in my room and tells me someone told her what i thought and it was shameful and embarrassing of me to not tell her what i thought. from that day to the middle of march, i had an identity crisis, 4 panic attacks within a month, a speech of “how i’m not my own person”, and “whatever you’re doing is not you and you need to stop it”. so now i’m not sure if i’m questioning again because my mom said i should or if i just don’t understand who i am. so far my mom hasn’t brought it back up, and i hope she doesn’t because the idea of trying to explain my reasoning and probably get a “that’s the dumbest thing i’ve heard” doesn’t really sit well with me.

so a couple days ago me and my parents went to my grandparents for easter. me and my mom lived with my grandparents for 10 years, so i went to school there and when i moved, i ended up getting back in-contact with my old friends from school. (fun fact: the ex i cried about was one of my hometown friends.) well, i got a call from one of my hometown friends and they said him and my ex were coming over. while they were over, we all decided to go over to my ex’s house to watch a movie. around 9pm, we got back to his house and we watched the new godzilla vs kong movie (i’m not big on action movies so i wasn’t that into it but that’s just me). i was on one side, my friend was in the middle and my ex was on the other side. when it ended, my friend got up and put on the hills gave eyes (that one was good it just gave me the heebie-geebies). when it was playing i was in the same place but my ex was in the middle and my friend was on the other side. when it ended, my friend had to go home so it was just me and my ex.

(disclaimer: me and my ex have always been friends so nothing made uncomfortable. ok back to the story)

we were watching stuff on youtube and he had his arm around me, and i looked up at him cause my head was on his chest AND HE JUST WENT FOR IT !! I WAS IN MF SHELL-SHOCK LIKE !!!/&.!:& when you’re hanging out watching youtube, you wouldn’t think there’d be sexual tension BUT YK!! i don’t want to get into drastic detail cause i don’t think anyone wants to know what happened but yeah it was lowkey heated af. everyone knew we still liked each other because we only broke up due to long distance, but neither one of us believed it.

i can’t believe i went this long without updating thought, i’ll try to update more !!

if u follow this page, tysm <33

pls drink some water, eat a little, and make sure your hw is done :)

have a good day,

your tired sunshine buddy, katie

[octopussquirrel]

R.I.P It Or Ship It Book Tag (TV/Book Collapse Edition!)

Can you see my writer's DNA all over this book tag? I think if we use an ultraviolet light it will light up like a Christmas tree!

It was meant to be a teeny-tiny fun thing for Valentine's Day, but let's write an imagine for each ship instead! Oh, and let's not forget to dedicate a tag on our Tumblr for it too! 🤣 I'm not sorry this tag gone peanut because it was super fun to write!

I may have stolen this, The “ R.I.P It Or Ship It? ” Book Tag created by @EMMMABOOKS. But, I'm a pirate with an army of krakens, so it's not so surprising. For this tag, you put characters names into a jar, pick two at random and tell if you rip it or ship it. I add a twist to it, though.

The book worms and the sérievore worms infecting my brain have been to war with each other since forever.

In this Valentine's Day, I wanted to patch things up because I love each of these worms equally and they should get along. For this to happen, I picked at random one book + one tv characters and imagined what would be their history if their universes collapsed. You are going to realise really fast that I'm a serial shipper, but what's new?

ready to be swallow whole by this overload of love, kraken!? 💜

ADAM PARRISH (THE RAVEN BOYS) AND STILES STILINSKI (TEEN WOLF)

“ You have to stop using duct tape!

Despite the many ways I thought to get them together, I can't see the sparks. I'd like to! I imagine very well Adam scolding Stiles because he fixed the jeep with duct tape instead of asking him. “ I know you love this car, I'd have fixed it, ” answers Adam when Stiles tells him he did not want to bother him with that. They'd fix the jeep together eventually; Stiles still thinking duct tape can magically repair whatever's wrong with it.

If you see sparks, give me the formula ok?

Adam gets mad at stiles every time he discovers new duct tape.

They are childhood friends!

When Adam went to Aglionby, although Stiles was happy for his friends, he missed him.

Stiles is aware of what's going on at Adam's home, but they never talk about it.

Adam asks Stiles to help with Glendower because of his knowledge about the supernatural.

The Raven Boys are jealous of their friendship, let's be real.

KAI PARKER (THE VAMPIRE DIARIES) AND ALEC LIGHTWOOD (THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS)

“ Really again? You have to stop with the arrows, Alec.

I lowkey ship them. The Institute sent Alec to Kai's prison world to get him because of his power to absorb magic. They start to work in partnership, but Kai leaves to find the Gemini Coven. All mellowed after siphoning his twin's magic, Kai follows Alec in all New York to be forgiven for all the evil things he did.

Alec feels awful when he hears about Kai's story.

“ Feeling like making a deal with the devil? ”

Alec says to the Institute he doesn't know where Kai went although he left him a note.

Kai showing Alec is warlock's mark.

SPENCER HASTINGS (PRETTY LITTLE LIARS) AND NOAH CZERNY (THE RAVEN CYCLE)

“ I read his letters. — Not all.

I had to think a bit, but after imagining what their history could be, I might ship it! I definitely ship it. Of course, I mostly imagined something not so great for the wires in my chest. Still, they used to be super cute together! After Noah's disappearance, Spencer tries to discover what happen and unfold the mystery. She spent seven years telling he didn't run away, but no one listened to her. Noah asks Blue to tell Spencer he wrote the love letters she always asked for, but he never had the chance to give them to her, and he's sorry they are now lost. “ I read his letters* ” she smiles.

* How to break hearts in 0.3 seconds. This is why I have so much rust on my cyborg-heart, I can think up only sad stories!

Spencer helped Noah with his Latin at first.

His grades were better in Latin than in any other school subject.

Noah took Spencer on long rides because he knew sometimes she had to get away from home.

He wrote eight letters in all to her, she found seven in his car.

“ Not all. ” says Blue given her the eighth letter at his funeral.

Team-A using Noah's disappearance to bully Spencer

THEO REAKEN (TEEN WOLF) AND THOMAS (THE MAZE RUNNER)

“ I'm not dying for you!

Fun story time! While I was looking for the best way to randomize this thing, they were always, always picked together. That must be destiny, they are written in the stars. Theo works for WICKED, of course as we promise him to give him the cure for the flare. He is sent undercover in the Scorch and gets separated from the Gladers with Thomas. Theo unveils he's with WICKED because it's more dangerous than excepted and he'd rather die a crank past the gone than eat alive.

Thomas and Theo fight. Married as shell!

“ I'm not dying for you ” If you say so.

Theo is really upset when Thomas comes to the Crank Palace to get Newt and him out.

The night they spent in the dead end.* Thomas fell in love with Theo in that alley.

Theo breaking in WICKED for Thomas.

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... Don’t you just get out of the way of attacks? She’s a projectile catalyst so most of the time if your normal strings’ projectiles are out of the character’s hands you can already jump cancel to reposition. From what I’ve heard, Yanfei might actually be the best for an overload team since she doesn’t have to waste time/stam chasing things. In regards to resistance and def buffs, doesn’t C2 Lisa gain interruption resistance and def buffs while charging e and isn’t Lisa a starter 4 star? I could apply this same logic to Klee of having higher DEF/HP than Yanfei but Klee’s charge attack is also practically a melee attack unless you put her on Albedo’s elevator and she definitely doesn’t have DEF/RES buffs anywhere in her kit. Of course Yanfei’s not a true ranger, but neither is Ningguang and both of them have turret playstyle and have the same range for their normal string and even then Yanfei’s charged attack has as much range as any other catalyst user that isn’t named Ningguang, it’s as much range as Barbara’s, Mona’s and even Lisa’s charged attacks and even more range than Sucrose’s normal and charged attacks. You mentioned getting hit by mitachurl shields, if you’re getting hit by mitachurl shields as a catalyst you’re probably way too close to the enemies in the first place. Are you playing her as melee dps or something?

You called Eula a c6 Chongyun but Eula is more of a 5* cryo Razor than a c6 Chongyun. Chongyun has anti-synergy with physical attackers and especially electro characters (people who put him in the same team as Razor are very dedicated players with aesthetic>meta mindset and the people that build Chongyun as physical probably do it because snowtombed looks nice, that’s dedication I can respect but they actually try to make it work instead of complaining) in addition to being infinitely more versatile than Eula by virtue of the fact that you can play him as a dps, sub-dps or as a support to a melee cryo character built as cryo dps (Kaeya, Rosaria) in comparison to Eula who can only ever be either a primary dps or a burst dps. Do you bother reading characters’ kits? I bet you’re of the same opinion as that game journalist as that published a genshin meta characters tier list and put Bennett and Xingqiu (you know, the 4 star characters widely touted as the hidden 6 stars of the game, for good reason might I add) in B tier and put all the dps 5 stars in S tier with no regard for team building.

I never thought I’d find myself telling someone other than myself to git gud but... Git gud. You have the best shielder and healer in the game and people with neither are doing fine on Yanfei. Please do yourself a favor and learn to dodge. I’m not a meta slave and, while I’m a mechanical tryhard, I don’t like to shame people for below average mechanical ability and I’m not going to point out the Xiao and Hu Tao mains out there that run around at 1 hp with neither healer nor shielder (those definitely exist btw). I’m just pissed about how you didn’t seem to have reading comprehension and summed it up to 5 star>4 star logic instead of actually reading on character’s kits and how they’re meant to be played.

Or maybe I should offer some practical gameplay advice since you cannot seem to function outside of easy mode. Catalyst users’ jump cancels are actually better than on melee characters and allows them to conserve stamina that they can use to iframe dodge or charge attack with more because even if their range isn’t unlimited you’re not supposed to be that close to enemies in the first place. You can reposition with no stamina cost. Jump cancels on melee characters are lowkey risky because it puts you in a vulnerable position where you won’t be able to immediately dodge if something moves to hit you. Interruption resistance doesn’t save you from dying. There are attacks in the game where getting knocked back is the ideal scenario and not shield/interruption res unga bunga through (particularly, ruin guard and grader spin attacks, if you stoic through that you take full damage instead of getting launched away and therefore die faster than if you had just taken that hit and gotten pushed back, it’s conceptually the same as getting spin attacked into a corner between three ruin guards that all decide to spin at the same time but one scenario is self inflicted and the other is a result of human error)

ah ok so eula’s play style is like yanfei’s. yanfei’s normal attack gives her a scarlet seal which can stack up to three times. for each scarlet seal consumed when you use a charged attack more damage is done. when you tap eula’s elemental skill it gives her grimheart, which can also stack up to three times. for each.. grimheart? consumed when you hold her elemental skill an ice dagger comes from the sky and deals extra cryo damage. so less cryo diluc and more like c6 chongyun.

but being a five star eula gets resistance and def buffs while yanfei gets.. to be squishy