#no context we die like writers with ADHD

[prodigal-upsiders]

the battle jacket / letterman jacket swap is too good to pass up y’all have a snippet 

“Yeah, wait a second,” Eddie says. That corner of his mouth stays ticked up even as his eyes narrow at Steve. “Where’s my vest, Harrington? That was a loan, you know—if you’re gonna go back to your little polos already, I’m gonna need it back.”

“Sure, it’ll look great with your cute little hospital getup,” Steve snarks back, gesturing up and down at Eddie’s mint-green gown. 

“Fuck off, I think I look good for a recently-dead guy,”  Eddie grins.

Luckily for the dregs of Steve’s dignity, the kids come barreling back into the room before he has to reply, and Eddie shuts up about how he almost died, and Steve tries really hard not to think about how yeah, he does look really good.

And the thing is… well, it’s not that he doesn’t know where Eddie’s vest is. Of course he kept it, kept track of it around his house as he stole moments in the aftermath of the apocalypse to wash it by hand, painstakingly soak the bloodstains out with peroxide, fix as much of the damage as he could. Just brush his fingertips against it at the end of the day, first hoping, then knowing that he could give it back someday.

So it’s not that he doesn’t know where the vest is. It’s just that he’s been keeping it draped over the back of his desk chair in his bedroom, somewhere he can see it when he wakes up in the middle of the night, somewhere it’s safe and accounted for. It also happens to be the spot he used to drape his letterman jacket, and now he can’t get Dustin’s shrill voice out of his head telling him what a big deal it is that Eddie gave that vest to him at all, and… 

Honestly, Steve can’t really put his finger on any one reason that he does it. All he knows is that yeah he’ll give Eddie his vest back eventually, but the next day he strolls into his room at the hospital and tosses his own letterman jacket across Eddie’s knees instead.

“For your modesty, or whatever,” he smirks, and Eddie wheezes out a laugh and throws an ice chip at his head.

[ichayalovesyou]

Two “Straight” male characters from mid 2000s to mid 2010s media be like:

Hello this is my and the other half of my soul my best friend Complimentary Color Palette. One of us gets autism headcanons and the other one gets ADHD ones. We have a totally normal platonic friendship but I WILL yowl incessantly for hours, no, DAYS if you separate me from him. One of us is framed as promiscuous but only sleeps with like two or three women in the entire run of the show (and still makes moony eyes at Complimentary Color Palette). The other one is in a committed relationship but constantly prioritizes my needs over his wife/girlfriend. Frequently to the point where girlfriend/wife will joke about us being married/you cheating on her with me OR gets pissed and leave. The narrative will frame this as choosing a life of adventure or your career but really you chose me. The writers are joking about us being gay but the actors aren’t. I’d rather die than lose you, my girlfriend got fridged and I didn’t even blink. I am more emotionally vulnerable around you than my wife even though we fucked two scenes ago. People will throw fits over the word ‘brother’ regardless of the context or intent. We have one or two scenes together with more romantic tension than the entire canon romantic B plot that the fandom has rabies over it. If we’re lucky we’ll both end up single in the end, or with some slap dash romance that could feasibly fall apart after the finale. I love you I love you I love you I love you-

But no homo.

[astromechs]

hi bestie let me hear your rant induced by my gifset :3c

so! for context, i'm a psychologist, and one buzzword that tends to get my attention in media/fandom is when a character is being referred to by their writer or their fans as a psychopath — because it's a term people frequently misuse.

psychopathy as a clinical concept has its most clear origins in the work of robert hare, a canadian psychologist who developed the psychopathy checklist — our best symptom measure of the construct to this day. hare defines psychopathy as a disorder characterized by shallow emotions, blunted affect (blunted emotions), a lack of empathy, a tendency toward impulsivity, and an increased likelihood for antisocial behavior, behavior that disregards the rights or well being of others.

now, some of that sounds like adrian; he is regularly going around engaging in antisocial behavior, but i wouldn't say he has blunted emotions or a lack of empathy. i wouldn't say he's detached from the things and people that really matter to him, and i wouldn't really describe him as someone who's callous (other than, you know, the whole periodic murder thing).

adrian cares a lot about, and has empathy for, chris, but we see him have empathy toward others, too. he expresses worry that economos might die from his unhealthy habits, and he'd just met the man days ago. he grows closer to the team over the course of eight episodes. hell, he even worries that tying the vet and the nurses up with duct tape might hurt them. yeah, he might have a few screws loose, but that doesn't really sound like a psychopath to me.

furthermore, adrian claims he doesn't "have emotions like people do", but i don't think that's really the case; he has emotions, and we see him having a lot of them! he's just really bad at identifying them. in my opinion, that's much more characteristic of the autism spectrum, as are a lot of things about adrian's behavior: sensory issues (he doesn't like things touching his butt when he's peeing), asking for indicators of sarcasm because he struggles to pick up on social cues, intense and repetitive interests, etc.

so, in short: in my professional opinion, adrian is autistic, and probably has adhd as well. he might could qualify for a diagnosis of antisocial personality disorder based on his regular antisocial behavior, but i don't believe he clinically qualifies as a psychopath.

[andromeda612]

Can we talk about Reki's mental health please?

Like I'm very happy to see him smile again, that he and Langa made up (Renga is canon and I'll die on this) and now I can see Reki feeling better to made up with the others (first on the list: Miya) but I don't feel right that it was just that.

Because what we saw today, he feeling good for being beaten up by three dudes who looked older than him, that was a form of self harm, and this wouldn't be the first time, on this post by @siriusly-the-best-bi they said how Reki since the very first episode showed signs of self harm in the way he pushed in his work despite his injured arm and he needing a break, or in ep 7 when he pushed himself beyond his limits.

Unconsciously or not, the fact is Reki has shown some forms of self-harm, that it's a big red flag, and don't forget about Oka's words from ep 1

"You know what sucks about the way you say ‘I’m fine?’ The fact you never really are.”

Which leads me to think that was not the first time that happened, that Reki was upset or bad but tried to cover it up. This is proof that Reki's issues have more context and have been there for a while. Reki spiraling in self-depracting and doubt thoughts was not something the writers took out of the blue, this must have happened before in a lower or higher scale, but I don't think what we saw on the anime is the first time.

Now there is the thing with Adam, Reki himself say it, he was scared of him and with reason, the poor boy surely developed PTSD, which is another issue on itself.

Also I think there is a reason all the fandom agrees Reki possible has an undiagnosed ADHD, another issue, which can be kind of frustrating if Reki doesn't know what is rally happening.

And now after seeing all of this and with how Reki spiraled I started to think Reki maybe has depression, or anxiety or both, I personally like to think about the anxiety but that is probably just me projecting and the last three points count more as hc or theories, but still I think I have some ground to stand, how Reki doubts himself, his insecurity, his hate towards himself, his down mood, he isolating himself, the self-harm (because again, there are more forms of sh than we see on screen) his self-steem issues (seen in ep 6 when he can't believe Langa's words about him being amazing).

You can't see me at the eyes and say this boy has a perfectly healthy and stable mental condition.

Even if he seems better now, there are some things that can't be forgotten. Reki is on my list of characters that need therapy now.

I highly doubt the anime will explore about it, with just two more episodes but a season 2 can be a nice opportunity for this but still I think Reki would benefice himself from some therapy, or at least have some help.

As for now I'm just happy to see Renga happy again and I hope for the next episode to have some Reki and Miya friendship so Miya can be happy again too qwq and for Adam to stay the hell away from the sunshine >:c

And well that's all, I just needed to rant a little.

#GiveRekiTherapyPlease

[boykingsofhell]

3,6,20,27,64

3) Describe the different ways in which liminality shifts as a central theme in Supernatural (or a specific arc/character given)

Liminality is super interesting regarding both Winchester brothers because they both straddle the line between the more normal and more deranged brother at different times. Sam is the boy with the demon blood, black eyes and blood dripping down his face, and he is the man with a white picket fence and a house in suburbia. He is the man who left Stanford thinking he had something he could come back to. Dean is dreaming of suburbia and fast cars in the same thought, normality whilst “it was always going to end like this for me” rings through his head. Dean is alienated from a suburban life and his obsession with hunting further alienated himself. Liminality in spn rests so deeply on the boy’s childhood, in the space between scenes where we understand the boys have never had somewhere to come back to. This shifts in season 8 with the introduction of the bunker, but the bunker and their father’s legacy is just a new form of alienation from their family and from “normal” people.

6) Do you have any psychological headcanons (or canon interpretations) of the characters?

Dean has ADHD (you know I’m right, he is whip smart yet struggled in academic settings and can’t keep attention on things that aren’t interesting to him, what does that remind me of???) Cas and Jack are autistic (I love them) and Sam has chronic not-quite-right syndrome in the way he will never let himself or anyone else try to understand. 

20) What is your favourite part of season 3?

I am Obsessed with the scene in 3.10 where Dean says “my father was an obsessed bastard! All that crap he dumped on me about protecting Sam, that was his crap. He's the one that couldn't protect his family! I don’t deserve to die, and I don’t deserve to go to hell” or something like that not like I memorised it haha. But anyway it’s such a cathartic scene, Dean simultaneously realising his own self worth AND stopping blaming himself for his father’s actions. I would have loved for spn to contend with this more because it was a great start in an arc of Dean recognising his past and abuse and moving past it, rather than just. never criticising John Winchester again.

27) How do you think the angels fit into the species ecosystem of the Supernatural universe? how do monsters? are monsters grouped together in your mind in some way other than the fact they are hunted?

OK SO I am currently doing my degree in politics AND a class in philosophy for context. But how we classify groups of people is inherently political and reveals as much about our own biases as the other groups. In my head, angels are classed as beings in the same way as many of the (culturally butchered) pagan gods. Also, monsters as a category are used to dehumanise the Other, by grouping non-sapient creatures in with groups which are basically Humans With A Disease/Powers, like werewolves. Using monsters as a broad level enables hunters to indiscriminately perpetuate violence towards non-humans, regardless of the threat they actually present to the public. Some hunters would classify witches as monsters. Is this how they justify killing them? Long story short, in my head for all supernatural beings that could be classified as monsters, there are two categories, creatures (like the scarecrow), and nonhumans. Because nonhumans can include any supernatural nonhuman creature, like vampires, werewolves, or sirens. Some of these creatures are definitely evil most of the time but! like we’ve seen with Garth this isn’t always the case and is a more neutral definition. tbh with other “monsters” like psychic kids or witches, well, they’re just humans with powers.

64) What are the central themes of Supernatural to you? Did the finale counter or reinforce them? Shape them?

Rem you are too bigbrained with your smart questions. HOWEVER I will attempt to answer. I think the central themes are loss, perseverance, family, and alienation. The others are self explanatory, but there’s the canon alienation of both the Winchesters and many they know from normal life, alienation from their relationships with each other, alienation with how most people see the world, as a place without monsters whilst they know the truth. Ultimately, whether spn wanted to be or not, it is a tragedy. A downwards spiral that never lifts, and ends with two main characters dead and another trapped in a hollow ending in the suburbs. The ending reinforced the theme of loss, as per the tragic tone, but it challenged that of family. The idea that “family don’t end in blood” is pervasive and explicit, yet isn’t textually supported, as Sam and Dean’s most important relationships are almost always with each other and other biological family members. This is blatant in the finale, with Sam seemingly rejecting the family he’s built with other hunters and people in the community to embrace a nuclear family model based on biological ties. The theme of perseverance, to “always keep fighting” was textually explicit in the finale, yet was contradicted by by Dean’s death. Dean, a depressed and at times suicidal man accepting death easily is not a triumph of perseverance, it’s cowardice on the part of the writer’s. The theme of alienation is deeply contradicted by the finale! white picket fence and kids! blurrywife! You know what I’m talking about!

Anyway I hated the finale.

THANK YOU so much for the quiz, it’s super cool and the questions are really insightful :)

[disappearinginq]

15. Post the last line you wrote without context. & 18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

15. Hmm. Last line...wonder which one was my last...I think: 

“You haven’t because the statistics for shark attacks are less than one percent someone of Polynesian descent. In contrast, ninety-five percent of them are Caucasian. Sounds like pretty solid evidence that yes, sharks are ‘aumakua.”

18. NOPE. WE DIE LIKE MEN. OR LIKE ADHD CRACK RABBITS. In fairness, life would be a lot easier if I had a plan - like any plan - when writing, but I don’t. I generally wing things or have like a vague idea that makes me form a plot. Like wanting Thomas to tell Robin “Sometimes, I think the worst day of my life was the day I met you.” In a very, very unfinished Psychfic from like a decade and some change ago, all I wanted was Shawn to have real psychic powers for a little while. A massive Lucifer fic was spawned because I wanted Lucifer to lose his temper. My original long, finished AOS fic was spawned because I was ripshit about how the writers were so hypocritical of Ward, and the trash fire they made of the series, and what started off as a one shot became twice as long as a NANO submission. 

Plans?! WHO NEEDS PLANS!?

[surferboypizzas]

i just reread this and apparently, i was off both my rockers and my adhd meds while writing this, so there are many typos/mistakes. i am going to elaborate on a few things and also explain the

🎇 firework incident 🎆

ok, so, at the end of this ask what i meant to say was:

peter and jean's friendship would make her knocking him out in dark phoenix have a purpose besides taking peter out of the story so that the writers could avoid any interaction between peter and erik. also the fact that the only reason peter was sidelined in dark phoenix was that the writers fucked up and refused to fix their mistake... is... infuriating but I'm fine i swear. but what if peter was trying to get through to her without using his powers at first. once he realizes that he can’t get through to her, slows down, and is visibly upset that he has to fight her. he runs up the debris and she knocks him down. and that action forces everyone (ororo and scott especially i think) to see that something might be seriously wrong with her. also, she could have to cope with the fact that she just seriously injured the only person who didn't give a shit (at all of a shit, a positive or negative shit) about her power.

anyway.

the...

🎇 firework incident 🎆

(for context: this is a "the young x men are all like early highschool here therefore lil babies so when they do REALLY crazy shit it makes more sense and also i want to write them as... like i said... b a b i e s" au, deal with it.)

it all starts the day after the fourth of july

kurt, jubilee, and peter are all in one of the school's living rooms

and peter has a "genius" thought: "so, valentine's day."

jubilee: "it's literally july but okay."

peter: "no, that's not what i meant. do you remember the day after valentine's day, last year or something? you woke me up at six AM in the fucking morning and asked me to run you to the store, and i said something like 'what the fuck, no'. but then you explained that the day after valentine's day all of the chocolate would be on sale, and since I'm not supposed to steal anymore and I'm a hoe for chocolate, i got ready and we went to the store."

kurt: "i'm still not quite comprehending how this is currently relevant."

peter: "well, it's the fifth of july."

jubilee: "get to the point, pete."

peter: "if chocolates are half off the day after valentine's day... then what do ya' think will be half off today?"

kurt: "ooh! hotdogs!"

peter: "i like where your head's at you jesus-lovin' smurf," (complimentary) "but i was thinking more like... fireworks."

jubilee (under her breath): "what have i done."

so, they all head to the store. kurt joins because he fucking loves grocery stores for some reason, and jubilee tags along to make sure that the boys don’t die. obviously she will not mention that she can create her own "fireworks", because then she would most likely be asked to partake in a shitty scheme.

as peter expects, all the fireworks are on sale, and jubilee was distracted by a shiny object (as she should, shiny objects are dope) and was elsewhere in the store.

kurt: "so what exactly are you planning to do with all of these fireworks, peter?"

peter: "... listen, kurt, if i tell you my master plan, you have to promise to both help, and not tell anyone about my sick scheme. alliteration."

kurt: "wait, will this plan hurt anyone?"

peter: "ok, define 'hurt'."

kurt, panicking slightly: "this sounds like a horrid idea."

peter: "kurt! kurt. don't you trust me? don't you want to learn my cool guy ways?"

kurt: "wait, you're cool?"

peter: "first of all, fuck you. second of all, are you in or are you out dude? come on! we're friends! ok, i'm going to speak seriously for about 0.2 seconds, so savor this shit because i'm never doing this again. this is just for fun, you know i would never do anything that would hurt any of you."

kurt: "ok. ok- i trust you, and i agree to be part of your plan. what exactly... is the plan? what are we doing?"

peter, with his voice, lowered to a whisper: "crime."

they end up leaving with fireworks and a cake mix peter insists they need.

i love them

anyway, cut to a day later, with kurt and peter entering into peter and scott's dorm room. the room very clearly split into two halves, with peter's mess on the floor seeming to stop at an invisible line straight down the center of the room. The clear quarantine of the mess makes way for scott's clean space filled with (what he would never admit to being) nerdy trinkets. the only trace of someone even presiding there is a members-only jacket slung over scott's desk chair. this was in obvious juxtaposition to peter's side of the room. on peter's side the only trace of cleanliness is contained within an immaculately kept and decorated turtle tank.

kurt: "why does scott have his jacket out? it's summer."

peter, while throwing trash and papers off his desk to make way for a rolled-up paper he had in his hand to be dramatically rolled out: "i dunno, why is there shit all over my floor?"

kurt: "you say that as though you and scott are equally cleanly."

peter: "fair enough. uh, i think it was something about jean wearing it and her 'smell' or whatever, i think it's gross but i bet it's cute if you're... 'experiencing your first love' is what he called it... after i called him 'totally fuckin' whipped.'"

*dramatically rolls out his paper on the desk*

kurt: "so... this plan."

peter: "yes, so if-"

kurt: "what is that map for?"

peter: "it's my heist map. you know, of the school."

kurt: "... that's a treasure map on a kids menu."

peter: "ok, who's in charge here?"

kurt: "apparently you."

peter: "yeah. exactly. kurt. stop questioning my scheme."

kurt: "i really am trying to take you seriously, but it's a bit hard when you just rolled out a kids menu with a serious face, and there is a huge poster of bert from marry poppins over your desk."

peter, gasping very dramatically and going to cover poster-bert ears: "well kurt, i'll have you know that seven year old me thought bert was the love of his life. shut up. here's the plan."

peter: "so, i want to make a firework cake."

kurt: "... elaborate."

peter: "so we make a cake, but with fireworks in it. you know how the end of fireworks there's a little string you light and then bOOM?"

kurt: "you know, i thought the cake mix was unrelated. also, peter, this is a terrible idea."

peter: "well if it's a such a terrible idea, then leave!"

kurt: "okay, cool! bye peter!" *poofs away*

peter: "... kurt? well i'm not going to lie that made me kind of sad. but now that the cowards are gone, me and you can make history, mister dibbles."

mr dibbles: ":)"

peter: "brilliant. absolutely brilliant. so you're saying that exploding a cake in someone's face could burn em' or something? dude! genius material right there. so we wait till people start walking towards our sick cake, from a safe distance, then we explode it. wow. look at you with your crime skills! you know what? this plan can wait, we should go on a walk."

anyway they went on a nice walk

by walk i mean peter going on a normal person speed walk while holding mr. dibbles and showing him things. i know this is a derail from the incident but just let me tell you about this walk, please.

"look at how pretty those flowers are, mr. dibbles!"

"say hi to aunt raven!" and raven looks at peter like he's a crazy person because wtf... that's a turtle... on a walk... with a speedster...

"i'm sorry dibs, i would let you swim in this pond, but i would have to ask mr. charles how they maintain it first. you never know where ponds have been." yes charles is his stepdad and they hang out all the time. yes, peter calls him mr. charles. soos calls stan "mr. stan". wait, you're telling me gravity falls ISN'T x men fanfiction??

ppffft "you never know where ponds have been"

"hey wanda!" "hi mr. dibbles!" "ok, ouch."

he just is baby, what can i say.

"HEY ORORO WANNA PET MR. DIBBLES????" "FUCK YEAH! OH SHIT- SORRY FOR SWEARING."

ororo and mr dibbles? bros. she learned how to make an oragami hat for him and painted it purple. to this day peter SWEARS he has never seen mr dibbles so happy.

ok anyway, crimes.

peter runs to the kitchen, to bake his fucking f i r e w o r k c a k e, with the cake mix in hand and his long(ish) hair up in a shitty ponytail.

but erik is there, sitting at a counter, reading a book.

peter considers sneaking out until without turning his eyes away from his (nerdy) book (about poly sci or some shit like that), erik addresses his presence.

erik: "what did you do."

peter: "WHAT!? i'm just standing here!"

erik: "you didn't say hello to me or ask a question, and generally that means you're trying to hide something, or are trying to tell me that you're in trouble."

erik turns to him

erik: "is that cake mix? taking up baking as a hobby, are we now?"

peter: "uh... yeah! that's what i am! a baker! you know how i like sweets! and... uh... whisks."

erik: "how non-suspicious of you. well if you are going to bake, wear an apron and have fun. i'm off to help jean with a paper i promised i'd assist her with."

erik patted peter on the shoulder and headed out of the room

peter, shouting after erik: "ok, make sure to tell her she's absolutely insane for taking multiple optional summer classes!"

erik, semi-shouting back: "will do!"

about 15 minutes later, the kitchen is already an explosion (coughcoughforeshadowingcough) of cake batter all over the counter, but peter's clothes are spared because of the green gingham apron he wore. it says "milfin' ain't easy". it was under a few other aprons and peter chose it because why the fuck does it say that.

peter carefully pours the batter into two small pans, runs to grab the firework, and hides it in the uncooked cake. the other cake is just for fun.

there is one problem. no, it's not that he forgot to pre-heat the oven. he may be stupid, but he's not stupid.

it's that he is too afraid to go anywhere near open ovens.

long story short, when peter and wanda were 10, they tried to make lorna cupcakes for her birthday, and now peter has burn scar on his left forearm.

but peter was a mediocre problem solver, so he kind of knew exactly what to do.

peter: "WANDA?????? I NEED HELP!"

wanda, jogging into the room, book in hand: "are you o- wow."

peter: "...'wow' what?"

wanda: "it's just that- how did you manage to get cake batter on the ceiling?"

peter: "i am a man of many talents."

wanda: "wait- so what was the problem?"

peter: "dude, i will not get near that scary red death machine."

wanda: "... the oven?"

peter: "... yes. i need you to do your hand thingie and make it float into the oven."

wanda: "oh. is it ok if i just use oven mitts?"

peter: "i mean, it would be lame, but acceptable."

so wanda carefully places the cakes in the oven, and they set a baking timer.

peter: "what do people do when they wait for cakes to cook."

wanda: "clean."

peter: "that's it?!?!"

wanda: "i'll be right back. start cleaning."

when wanda comes back she is carrying one of those "crazy color portables" because she would

and, of course, a cleaning montage occurs to some sick beats

ding!

peter: "OH MY GOD."

wanda: "whaT?"

peter: "MY CAKES ARE READY GET IT OUT GET IT OUT I WANNA SEE THEM!!"

so wanda puts on oven mitts, and grabs the cakes out of the oven

peter can't see the cakes, but he can see the disgusted and confused expression on wanda's face

wanda: "uh... peter? what exactly is in this one?"

peter, very nonsuspiciously/s: "... nothing."

wanda places the cakes on the counter, revealing the film of bubbling chemicals on top of one of them. three hours (peter time™️) of work for nothing. peter is reasonably upset.

peter: "but- what happened to my cake?"

wanda: "i have no idea, i've never seen anything like this happen before."

peter: "i didn't know the firework would melt!"

wanda: "i'm sorry the WHAT?"

peter: "the firework! i wanted to explode a cake, dammit!"

wanda: "and you're... genuinely upset about this?"

peter: "ok, don't be mean."

wanda: "i'm not! i'm just- your really upset?"

peter: "no shit."

wanda: "ok."

peter: "'ok' what?"

wanda: "throw away the ruined cake, and bring in the victims."

peter, starting to smile (like i said, baby): "really? wait but- how is it gonna-"

wanda: "just- trust me. on one condition!"

peter: "oh do tell."

wanda: "you have to take allllll the blame."

peter: "credit. the word your looking for is credit."

so peter grabs jean and erik for a "snack break" and manages to wrangle raven while he's at it. Wanda is of course, hiding in the hallway.

peter: "welcome ladies and germ, to the tasting of my first cake."

raven starts clapping... no one else claps.

peter: "thank you, thank you. let me just grab my masterpiece..."

they all know they're getting pranked at this point. peter isn't subtle.

peter brings around the cake onto the counter and unveils it, praying that wanda can figure out how the hell to explode it.

wanda was trying to figure out how the hell to explode this cake. charles always told her to visualize what she wanted to do, so she pictured an air bubble in the middle of the cake quickly expanding, and expanding, and e-

the victims, in unison: "AHHH!"

erik is clearly covered in the most cake, and after jean and raven look at each other, they start laughing.

erik... isn't laughing. he's staring at peter.

peter is simply holding a plate of cake crumbs he must have collected during the explosion.

peter: "damn, you guys eat cake weird."

and then he RAN OUT OF THE ROOM

obviously grabbing wanda in the hallway on his way out

and THAT my friends, was the firework incident

no i'm not proofreading this, this took DAYS.

@you-said-yes and @extra-justice-for-peter-maximoff this is a gift for you

im coming for your brand but i'm determined to expand on the friendships that live in my head jk that's not what this ask is about i just want to talk about peter's friendship dymanics

Ororo and Peter:

immediate squad bros

Bros. Broskis. dumb shit is done.

they think swearing = humor

"hey wanna go skydiving but without parachutes?" "fuck yeah peter let's get a fucking plane."

weed but in a wholesome way. i think it makes him feel more normal.

"haha peter i cant believe you hit your head on the- FUCK my head" you know?

"i want food" "me too" ... "so u wanna make food?" "no." "yeah me neither." "but i'm hungry" "dude me too." "ssscccooOOOOOTTTTTTT" "WE NEED SUSTENANCE" "SCOTT MAKE US SANDWICHES" "YEAH AND WE CAN SAY THAT BECAUSE IM A CHICK" "S C O T T"

when it comes to emotional shit:

i think that she goes to him for hugs. he really tries to be a good listener but he chimes in quite often, and he's uncomfy with giving advice. but he can always tell when she came to him for a hug and not to hang out. she has on multiple occasions walked into peter and scotts dorm and not said anything. and scott is just like "hey ororo." and she doesn't respond, and he's like wtf, as he often is. and peter just walks over and hugs her, and shes like "thanks" and waLKS AWAY. and it baffles scott. peter's always just like 🧍‍♂️ 🤷‍♂️. "what. do you want a hug?" "pppppffffttttt, NO." "jesus christ scott don't get your dick in a twist."

and he goes to her if he needs someone to listen and go "fuck yeah you're right" and nod

i don't have to elaborate any more because we have same brain

Jean and Peter:

at first they ✨hate eachother✨

ok not HATE

but jean tries to be nice to him directly after the whole "i'm your- i'm here for my family too" deal

so he was disappointed in himself

therefore very grumpy

and he was mean to her

so she stopped talking to him

and he was embarrassed that he acted out towards her

so he just pestered her

because he is 12 and doesn't know how to say "i actually want to be friends, because scott cares about you a shit ton and if you're important to my family then you're important to me, and you must be pretty fuckin' cool. i'm sorry so many of the students are spooked by you- but you can talk to me about it if you need someone to talk to. people felt the same way about my sister and she says i'm good to talk to. i'm sorry i was an asshole when we first met."

so the first time he sees an opening to make amends

is after he messed with scott

and then suddenly they were together alone in a room

and he didn't know what to do

so he was just like... "do you want some weed?"

and first she was no! in her head. BUT- this boy who has been nothing but purposefully annoying to her just offered her his version of a peace offering.

so she says yes

and he's like "really?"

"... yeah?"

and so ✨weed✨ like once

and then? friends!

emotional shit:

at first peter goes to her when he needs someone who will take him seriously

and she is always determined to

and he has a hard time articulating his feelings u know

and is about to just give up when shes like "can i?" and points to his head

peter is just "??????? OH SHIT RIGHT you read minds"

and at first she is lowkey offended he didn't remember what her powers were, but then she realized how relieving it was to have a friend who wasn't ever thinking about/ talking about her powers. someone who didn't give a shit about how powerful she was, and didn't think her capable of anything dangerous.

ANYWAY she read his mind and he asks for advice and jean's advice slaps

and the first time she confides in him is when there is literally no one else around

and she wants advice

the thing about peter is that she can only read his mind purposefully because whenever it happens accidentally all she hears is bbbbbbbbbbbbbzzzzzzzzzzz

so he was unpredictable, because she

didn't think similar to him

couldn't subconsciously read his mind/wouldn't read someones mind without their permission

she didn't know him super well

so she confides in him about how sometimes when younger students walk by, she can hear their fear. their fear directed towards her. and other stuff like that.

and she asks him for advice

and he thinks long and hard while they sit there in silence, because he's shit of thinking at advice

and suddenly he talks very loudly and abruptly

"COOKIES." "... what."

and she's like- ok so asking him for advice was a terrible idea

but then

"no, ok that sounds silly, but listen. you could make cookies and give them out. people love cookies, and lee makes fucking fantastic ones! i would help but i'm not allowed to use the oven anymore after the firework incident."

"who's lee?"

"jubilee. i'm sorry- i drop the words 'firework incident' and 'oven' in the same sentence and you ask who lee is?"

"i've always called her jubilee, jubes, even jubilation! i've just never called her lee."

silence

"so you're not going to ask me about the fireworks."

"do you want me to ask you about the fireworks?"

"you're fucking crazy. you're an insane person."

"jeez! ok! what was the firework thing about?"

"no."

"what??"

"no! you don't get to hear about the firework incident! you're only asking because i want you to. and you're not asking because you want to because you're crazy."

"thanks for the advice. i might actually try that. i'll be sure not to put fireworks in them."

"ok, ha ha, i'll see you tomorrow."

then he just WOOSHES AWAY

and shes like "cookies, huh."

anyway

jean and peter's friendship only means so much to me is because ✨juxtaposition✨ you know and scott and peter are fannon besties and wouldn't that make her knocking him out be so angsty and not just so that the writers can about erik and peter having to interact anyway bye bestie :))))

this just means So Much to me

[scentedstarfishtheorist]

GMO-FREE CHILD: A Parent's Guide to Dietary Cleanup of Genetically Modified Organisms

http://sharegoblin.com/gmo-free-child-a-parents-guide-to-dietary-cleanup-of-genetically-modified-organisms/

GMO-FREE CHILD: A Parent's Guide to Dietary Cleanup of Genetically Modified Organisms

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01GEWYUR6/     

GMO-Free Child looks like a great book. Do you plan any additional health related books down the road?

I don’t have any other health books lined up yet, although I’m currently focusing on several young children’s books that I’ve had in cue for a while now. I’m working with an illustrator on the first one titled Car Pets, with an expected release on Amazon Kindle in December. This is a fun little storybook that explores silly concepts around “what if” cars were like pets.

What do you think makes a good parenting book? An effective parenting book will empower and influence parents to make meaningful changes with practical solutions to their everyday struggles. GMO-Free Childdoes just that, helping parents take action so they can successfully navigate the changing foodscape in order promote healthy eating in their children.

What inspired you to write GMO-Free Child?My four-year-old was diagnosed with 62 food allergies in 2008. I was devastated and very confused as to how to proceed, so I went back to school to study holistic health and nutrition. At the time, my education and experience was in criminology and journalism, so my investigative skills were well-prepared for the eight years of research that ensued. I soon discovered, in the two decades following the introduction of GMOs to market, the CDC reported that our children saw an estimated:

400% increase in allergies

300% increase in asthma

400% increase in ADHD

1,500 to 6,000% increase in Autism-Spectrum Disorders (ASD).

I was floored by the independent GMO feeding studies on animals showing a variety of concerning outcomes and health conditions like digestive and immune system disorders, allergies, liver damage, tumors and even cancer. Biotech scientists have redesigned the very structure of our genetic core and the keys to life on this planet to meet a corporate agenda. Think of it like a Rubik’s Cube. This random process amounts to an enormous assault on public health and the human rights of every individual. Now we are experiencing a full-blown public health emergency and parents need to take action. Our children trust us to protect them. GMO Free Child: A Parent’s Guide to Dietary Cleanup of Genetically Modified Organisms fully facilitates this mission, empowering parents to teach their children how to successfully navigate this hostile food environment to promote a life of health and longevity.

When did you decide to become a writer?

I always knew that writing was my calling from a very young age. It allows me to work through exactly what I want to say without interruption or emotional reactions that might affect the message. I much prefer writing over speaking to an audience. I think it’s a much more effective mode of communication, allowing the reader to take as much time as needed to comprehend in the information.

When writing GMO-Free Childdid anything stand out as particularly challenging? As I noted earlier, this book is a summary of research compiled over an eight year period. This story is ever-evolving with new studies and disclosures announced just about every week. I developed a database of information around the topic of GMOs and their companion pesticide Roundup. I also conducted several expert interviews. Assembling all of this data into a practical and engaging format was like solving a million-piece puzzle that changes shape every day.

What are independent scientists reporting about GMOs and Roundup?

Dr. David Suzuki is a geneticist and former professor at the University of British Columbia. He reports, “In a human being a mutation … can determine whether you’re crippled or you die. Just because they’re tiny particles, doesn’t mean they’re not potent… when you move a gene, one gene, one tiny gene… out of this organism into a different one, you change completely its context.” We have no idea what the outcomes or health effects will be in our children as a result of this genetic reorganization.

In addition, the active ingredient in Roundup is glyphosate. This toxic pesticide is sprayed on GMO crops and is patented as an antibiotic, because it kills most varieties of bacteria, both good and bad. It is also generously sprayed on conventional Non-GMO crops like wheat, oats, beans and sugarcane days before harvest to dry out the crops. They know that glyphosate kills our gut bacteria, damaging the immune system, along with our ability to detoxify and produce serotonin, leaving us and our children at high risk for depression. Does this perhaps correlate with an epidemic of mass shootings in the U.S. since 1999, just three years following these changes to our food supply?

How can readers discover more about you and your work? GMO-Free Childis available in print or Kindle at:

https://www.amazon.com/GMO-Free-Child-Genetically-Modified-Organisms/dp/1629013951/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1509134672&sr=8-1&keywords=gmo+free+child

Or

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/gmo-free-child-april-scott/1125263050?ean=9781629013954

You can also access my website atgmo-freechild.com.or feel free to connect with me on my facebook group:https://www.facebook.com/groups/gmofreechild/

“GMO Free Child is THE book to give a new mom! April Scott compiles all you need to know to navigate the toxic food supply with ease and raise a healthy GMO-free child in this essential guidebook. She gathers the science, explains the food system clearly, and uses her criminology background to suss out the corruption in our food system. She also explains the solutions and provides inspiring testimonials. If you or your friends are concerned about allergies, a fussy baby, picky eater, behavioral issues or autoimmune conditions, grab a couple copies of this book and share it. It is up to us, moms, parents, and grandparents, to protect our families!”

-Zen Honeycutt, Executive Director Moms Across America

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[prodigal-upsiders]

what if I just posted random steddie snippets of this eventual band au? for now just the scenes that make my brain go brrr. perhaps. 

They’re near the end of the tape now, winding down from the rush of getting Eddie to sing Dancing in the Dark with him. This song always leaves Steve a bit melancholic, at odds with the feeling he gets around Eddie, so he doesn’t put his voice to this one. But he can’t help humming along, watching the highway roll past them. It feels alright, listening to the gentle lines about a man’s hometown as Hawkins falls further and further behind them.

“Got quiet on me,” Eddie says, partway through. He glances over at Steve, one hand reaching for the package of Red Vines Steve’s still holding.

"No, it's just—shit's depressing, man."

"You literally played this to me on my deathbed, Harrington." Somehow, Eddie manages to talk and chew on more Red Vine at the same time. Steve isn't thinking about his candy-red tongue. He's not. “Tell me.”

"Harsh," he says instead of something fucking stupid like can you tie a knot in a cherry stem or what. "Demoted back to Harrington already?"

Eddie lolls his head to the side, shooting that—that goddamn grin at him again. "Sorry, babycakes," he croons, like an asshole who has no idea what he's doing to Steve. Like Steve isn't trapped in this van with him, having had his bisexual crisis already but having a whole other crisis now instead. "Better?"

Steve manages to smack him on the arm without lingering. "Eyes on the road, Bambi. Yeah, okay." The words are still rolling along, after all, soft and nostalgic for something that Steve never had. "So… I listened to this album a lot, right. Some of the songs hit harder, some of them I liked better, you know. This one always���" he clears his throat, looks resolutely straight ahead. "I used to imagine that my dad could have done shit like this for me. With me. Instead of just being… you know, an asshole. Like he might have been the kind of guy who would… be a dad for me. Instead of… I don’t know, a Father, capital-F and everything." 

Eddie's quiet, for once; when Steve sneaks a glance at him, he's looking straight down the road as well. It doesn't feel stiff, though— the two of them, secrets that should be embarrassing, and Bruce still crooning along between them. "'S what I still wanted," Steve admits, even softer, "not for me, anymore, I know that's… that ship's sailed, and I don't want to sit that long with my dad anyway. But for Robin, I could teach her how to drive through Hawkins. And Dustin. He'll get out of there no problem, kid's going places, I know it… but I thought, you know, I could give him something like this to look back on. To not be all bad."

He steals another look at Eddie—but not quickly enough this time, and those big, bottomless eyes catch his like a snare. There’s a smile back on his face, though. Smaller than before, but even though it’s not enough to carve out the true depth of his dimples it’s warm and honey-sweet in the dusty light coming through the windows. He’s so sweet, is the thing—one of the worst-kept secrets about Eddie, one that Hawkins refused to see, one that Steve wanted to tuck into his own chest and hoard for the rest of his life. Everybody knows that the Freak bites, but Steve knows that Eddie is sweet, and he makes Steve want to be sweet right back.

Eddie has to look away first, eyes back on the road and leaving Steve free to keep looking. He tries to keep himself in check, lowering his face as if he’s not watching the way Eddie’s throat bobs as he swallows.

“You’re something else, Stevie-boy,” Eddie says finally, barely louder than the last few seconds of the tape. Soft in a way that fills Steve’s chest and leaves no space for air. “I just—you’re something special.”