#someone else has probably posted these but I am thinking about it non-stop

[pynkhues]

Obsessed with literally all of this

[versegm]

Reminders:

"Intersex" means "someone born with sexual characteristics that don't fit quite well in the male/female sex binary."

"Intersex" is not synonymous to "non-binary". In fact, being intersex has nothing to do with gender at all. Intersex and trans people have many struggles in common, but if you're talking about trans-specific issues you really don't need to say "intersex and trans people".

Intersex people can be trans. Intersex people can also be cis. Intersex people, in the majority of countries, are assigned a gender at birth just like everyone else.

"Intersex" doesn't necessarily relate to genitals. When I say "sexual characteristics" it can also mean secondary sexual characteristics, hormone levels, chromosomes, and probably a bunch of other shit I forgot about. Please stop reducing intersex people to their genitals.

(On that note, having both working sets of genitals is at best extremely rare and at worst physically impossible. Sorry, intersex people can't fulfill your futa fantasies. Please stop tagging futa shit as intersex. The two are unrelated.)

Please. This pride month remember that intersex people like. Exist. Intersex folks are not hypotheticals they're not "that one letter we gotta tack at the end of every queer post and never think about any further" they're. People. Remember that they exist. Every year I have to make a post like this one where I explain the very basic things you can learn by reading the intersex wikipedia page because people see "intersex" and make assumptions as to what the word means without actually reading the dictionary definition. Please remember that intersex people exist, I looked up "intersex pride" on tumblr and half the posts I saw were a variation of "happy pride to people of all genders and sexualities!" when being intersex has nothing to do with either gender or sexuality. Please. I understand that you guys don't mean any ill, but I am very tired of making basic posts over and over.

And inb4 someone tries to strike dumb discourse on this post: I live in a country where it is legal and encouraged to perform surgery on intersex infants. Looking up "intersex athlete controversy" returned to me like three different cases of athletes who were coerced into surgery without being informed of all the risks and having to lead with lifelong consequences for it. When I say "remember intersex people" I don't mean "uwu intersex people are valid" I mean they're a demographic whose literal human rights are constantly spit upon. I don't give a shit if you think intersex people belong or not under the queer umbrella or what you think are the proper qualifications to identify as intersex literally everytime I talk to an intersex person I hear a variation of "my doctor straight-up lied to me to get me to undergo medical procedures to make me normal without my consent or input" I think people should be aware of that actually I think it's more important than arguing over labels.

[actual-changeling]

Season One meta posts in 2024? Yes, very much so. We need more of that.

Will this be slightly unhinged? Yeah, probably, so welcome back to Alex's unhinged meta corner.

Everyone has probably connected the kiss back to the wall-slam scene in Tadfield Manor by now, but while I was re-watching it for the nth time and combing through it frame by frame like a mentally sane person, I realised just how orchestrated it was from beginning to end.

I assume we can agree that Aziraphale called Crowley nice on purpose to get a hint of intimacy out of him, but I think this time it is very different from the other instances during which he reacts with anger to being called nice.

My first main observation is the way Aziraphale positions himself.

We pick up after Crowley's explanation about the non-lethal shooting happening outside, and they are facing each other at an angle, with Aziraphale having stopped a few steps behind him.

Now, until the slam itself, Crowley doesn't move, he remains where he is, waiting. (We'll come back to that in a bit)

However, instead of remaining at a safe distance or standing literally standing anywhere else, he walks a small curve to then stop right in front of Crowley. Not at his side or a little bit away or at a respectable distance—no, right in his face. You can judge his position by looking at the wooden door (?) in the background.

The following camera position makes it hard to see the amount of distance between their faces, but we know that he must be close enough so that Crowley can immediately grab his coat without problem.

Excuse my art skills, but just to make sure everyone is on the same page, have a little drawing showing their positions and movements.

Now, that manoeuvring takes Aziraphale a few seconds, and what does he do? He stalls. Look at what exactly he tells Crowley:

You know, Crowley, I've always said that, deep down, you are quite a nice—

There are a lot more words than necessary! He could have shortened that sentence but he didn't, and on top of that, if you listen to him say it, he makes two noticeable pauses, one after 'Crowley with a little look outside, one after 'that'. By then he has reached his final position, so no more stalling, he can try to finish his sentence now.

Alex, you might say now, of course Aziraphale did it on purpose, but Crowley only reacted to what he said.

And to that I respond, nope, he was 100% in on it.

I know because when Aziraphale stops in front of him, he waits. He does not move, he doesn't shut him up even though he has heard the same spiel hundreds of times—no, he is waiting and allowing Aziraphale to initiate their little game.

This face is not the face of someone who is already angry or confused about which words will tumble out of Aziraphale's mouth. He even arches his eyebrow in a motion that I personally interpret as 'go on'.

Crowley is listening and waiting for the signal, and the moment Aziraphale says 'nice', he grabs him and pushes him up against the opposite wall. It's an extraordinarily quick reaction, the kind you have when you know you're about to act and what you'll do.

Some further evidence that the entire moment was orchestrated by the two of them.

Aziraphale stretches out his arms behind him to brace himself against the wall, he was expecting to be moved that way and intentionally put himself into a position that would allow Crowley to do so.

Additionally, by grabbing his lapels the way he does, Crowley can make sure that the back of his head doesn't hit the wall. If you watch the clip by yourself and slow it down, you'll discover that Aziraphale gently rests it against the wall on his own while Crowley is talking.

Aziraphale is completely relaxed not only because he knows Crowley would never hurt him, but also because this entire thing is a game that they willingly participate in. It is dangerously under-negotiated, sure; luckily they more or less agree on the ground rules.

Obligatory close-up with the noise squish because I am a blorbo connoisseur and not a heathen. The little eye gaze at the lips, and if you ask me, and this is my post so you ARE asking me, Crowley is very much looking at Aziraphale's lips from behind his glasses.

But I have one more observation to make!

I could never quite put my finger on why exactly the scene felt off, but now I am convinced it's because despite the act, Crowley isn't actually upset. There ARE times when Aziraphale actively crosses a boundary and endangers him with his compliments, but this is not one of them. The growling, him baring his teeth, the fact that he is pressing their entire bodies together, him leaning in thar far, and also what the FUCK is he saying?

The excerpt from the script books:

First part okay, I can buy that, a bit basic but alright. But 'nice is a four letter word'? Where exactly was he going with that and how was that sentence going to end? It's close enough to the topic to pass as real for any outsider who might overhear them, but if you actually listen and try to comprehend it—yeah, no, he was about to go full gibberish.

The goal wasn't to yell at Aziraphale about calling him nice, it was all about prolonging the physical intimacy by holding a monologue.

If you still don't believe me, have a look at their faces when they get interrupted.

Crowley has a "whot?" expression on his face and not a single hint of anger or annoyance. Aziraphale has an expression I will lovingly call "perish you peasant and let my demon husband slam me against a wall in peace".

If someone gave you only this picture—no context, nothing—what would you assume they were doing before someone rudely interrupted them? Based on what the fuck is happening on their faces and the complete lack of distance between their bodies, you'd probably assume they were snogging each other senseless.

Which they were, in a way, just without the lip contact.

I rest my case.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mino

Debut: Tetris Worlds

While researching for last week's post, I discovered something amazing. Something I haven't been able to stop thinking about. No matter what, my mind always comes back to

Tetris Lore

Now, I'm not going to act like Tetris has an overarching story, or that the story of one game is at all relevant to the other games. Tetris Worlds is just one game, and its story is self-contained. But the fact that this Tetris game has a story at all is really incredible!

What would you expect from a Tetris game with a story? Maybe something like, the Tetriminos are all best friends living in Block World, but one day, wuh woh! There's a Bad Guy who's a sphere who hates cubes or something! Luckily, with the power of our friendship and Tetris skills, we can teach him a lesson and banish him once more... or perhaps make a new friend? :)

Please watch the introductory cutscene of Tetris Worlds.

These are the Minos! Minos, in this canon, are a species of cycloptic cubes with fascinating cycloptic faces on their forward-facing faces. I absolutely adore them already. And wouldn't you know it, their sun is going supernova and they are all going to die if they can't evacuate their planet in time. HUH???

This story is so fascinating! I am SO happy that someone came up with this when tasked with making a story for a Tetris game. There was a creative vision, and it appears to be fully realized in this short but unforgettable intro to what could have easily been just another Tetris game!

You get to have a Mino as an avatar! This could be YOU! You can make them wear a funny hat as they hover and squash and stretch on the sidelines while you play Tetris!

The game's manual explains even more about the Minos, most notably that they are MECHANICAL! These things just keep getting better! Living, cycloptic cubes, with an entire futuristic society, and they're machines. The manual also feels the need to remind us that they were probably made by organic beings, as "most" mechanical beings are. And I find that suspiciously specific...

Look at this fish! This mechanical, cycloptic Mino fish. This was not in the Xbox version's intro, but it was in the PS2 one! For whatever reason, the two had unique animation in their intros, despite using the same voiceover. This fish is shown emerging from water onto land, where it beholds the Tetrions, the sacred and powerful portals in which the game of Tetris takes place. The visual of a fish coming onto land is such in-your-face evolution imagery that I am ENTIRELY convinced that these fish were ancestors of the Minos who would later form civilization! Natural, evolving robots!

...and then this intro goes on to depict the Minos as having TWO eyes. Yeah ok. Sure. I will confidently declare these binocular blockheads as non-canon based on everything else we've seen, ESPECIALLY because the actual gameplay even depicts cycloptic Minos!

Some of them seem to be established characters. This is Izabela. Hi Izabela!

Are you on the edge of your seat, hoping our friends the Minos survive? They do! Savvy Tetris skills allow them to activate the Tetrions (which were left behind by an ancient space-faring civilization. In case you were wondering) and teleport to other planets. Minos live! Hooray. And now you know the Tetris Lore, and can think about it constantly like I do!

Lastly, I made this little image of the Mino leader from Worlds, in the style of a Tetris Friends avatar! I like to think some cross-promotional avatars could have been added if Worlds came out during the lifespan of Tetris Friends. I can only hope that at least someone at The Tetris Company remembers this incarnation of the Minos, and that they could possibly appear in a game once more!

[ninyard]

Heyy! You said someone should ask you about Kevin under this post about Kevin's struggles from the nest of which we don't know enough... So I'm asking you about Kevin! Please tell us your Kevin thoughts! You always make very good points and I like reading your thoughts!!

cody my friend I am so glad you asked but you might regret it. i hope you're prepared from an unorganised huge convoluted MESS of a ramble

i've been thinking for a few days about this one like... what would a kevin POV look like? what is he hiding? how does he cope? WHO IS HE?

the kevin we ""know"" is a "coward", an insufferable bitch, an asshole and a hardass. other people's opinions and view of him makes up the entirety of our impression of who he is. but that's not who he is. that's just who we're supposed to believe he is.

kevin, born and bred to have this... borderline psychopathic lack of empathy, who can look his teammates in the eye after being told seth is dead or andrew is being committed and say, "what about the game?"

but when the raven's are switching districts; his sense of danger and fear is paralysing. he's three steps ahead trying to figure out how to please riko, how to keep himself safe, willing to put himself back into the centre of his abuse just to stop riko from finding him and killing him. he has to get blackout drunk to deal with any amount of riko. he's frozen with fear by being in the same room as him.

kevin knows where jean's mind and body goes to when hes panicking, knowing his worst place is right back in the nest being drowned by riko. kevin telling neil "do you know what he'll do to you?" and "he'll break you" when neil asks for his ticket. kevin's text to him before he goes into the nest, and staring at neil like he'd seen a ghost when neil returns after the nest (when he looks like the butcher). his comforting "i know what he's like" or "i know how he sees you, i know it means he did not hold back,".

kevin nervous breakdown panic attack day vs kevin smile for the cameras one track exy mind day

im so intrigued by him. how does he cope? his mother is dead, probably killed by the mafia family he was raised by. he grew up into a cult, he was only a child watching neil's father cut a man into pieces in front of him. how many other's had he seen?

how many other injuries cover his body, in places where the cameras can't see? how many rapes and assaults was he forced to watch in the nest? how many beatings was he forced to participate in? what did he have to say to jean in french that he didn't want riko to hear?

he needs someone with him all the time because of the nest. he's a "health freak" because of the nest. his sleep schedule, his anger, his anxiety.

did he say "what about the season?" re: andrew after drake because he doesn't care, or did he think "i've seen this happen too many times. and they've always kept playing,"? did he think "andrew is the strongest person i know. andrew is stronger than me. he would never let this destroy him," knowing that it has?

nobody has protected him in his life apart from the cameras and andrew.

he's scared. he doesn't know what love is supposed to look like.

he's only been a human for a year.

his scars are healing for the first time in his life and they're not being replaced by new ones, but every day he's afraid that that's going to get ripped out from underneath him. his entire life already got flipped upside down when he left the nest. of course exy is the only thing he "cares" about.

because it's the only thing that's been certain in his life, and even for those few weeks or months where he thought he would never play again, he trained and trained, and learned how to use his non-dominant hand because he can't lose this. he can't lose exy like he's lost everything else.

kevin has never had anything stable in his life except for violence and exy. now he has people he's supposed to care about, and he has to change his priorities. he has to learn how live a life that isn't fueled by self-preservation for the first time ever.

jean was only in the nest for five years; and look at him. look at what the nest has done to his social skills, his view of himself, his self esteem. look at what it's done to him, how he expects violence and contrition, coach and always waiting and waiting and waiting for the punishment to come.

kevin might not have had the same level of physical abuse that jean had, but he was there far longer. the ravens existed before him; their mindset and their abuse and their violence and their poison.

he's been drinking the raven poison since his childhood. the only difference between him and jean other than those things above is that kevin had more pressure to hide it, because he was half of the face of the ravens, half of the face of Exy; media trained or PR trained or a master at being a fraud and faking the way he speaks when he's being recorded.

kevin knows how to hide his abuse because he has always had to, and he's had quite a lot of practice at it.

kevin has only been a human for a year. kevin has only been kevin for a year.

so who is he? does he even know?

or is he just Kevin Day, Raven Fox starting striker, number two, six foot two, left handed right handed left handed, heavy racquet, stick size five? is that all he will ever see himself as?

anyways. or something like that. maybe he is just an insufferable bitch for no reason at all. who knows!

[city-tickles]

you were known for taking requests to find us videos so I don’t understand why you’re mad now that people only go to your page for that?

Hi!

I don’t care what I was “known” for, I never created this blog to take requests to find people videos. I created this blog to meet people, especially in my area. If others don’t care about that, fine, but that is what my blog has always been for.

I answered a few requests years ago, it turned into this and I was okay with it for a while until I needed a break last year because I wasn’t going to be around to fulfill any requests. And what happened? People wouldn’t listen and would request anyway. That was disappointing and I figured if I couldn’t even get that small break, then I should just take some time to myself and come back when I’m ready.

I took the break, came back for a while and continued doing requests until I started to get really burned out. I tried again to be nice about the break and once again, people wouldn’t listen.

I’m not mad about requests as a whole. I get it and I get how someone would just assume that’s all I post. I also don’t feel obligated to do them. But I get annoyed about the lack of respect given sometimes. I’m not saying anyone has to praise me or anything like that, but when someone can’t even say hello or respect when I need time, or just posts “something with feet” How am I supposed to feel? I’m just supposed to give it to them because I’m “request guy?“ How is that fair to me?

So the lack of respect, plus the process of finding and fulfilling requests got harder (Videos not available, no one listening to tags, Tumblr search being the worst etc), plus my non tickling life, it added up and I needed to take a step back. I didn’t even want to be mean or aggressive about it, but once again, people don’t listen, so I have to put NO REQUESTS in big ass letters and even then, people still don’t want to listen. I still get DMs asking me about requests. Am I not supposed to be a little upset even after I’ve set a boundary multiple times?

And after the message I received, wasn’t a message about requests, it was just disturbing, I couldn’t even think about posting tickling clips right after that.

I just want a break from posting tickling clips, which I have been posting for years now. I had a regular schedule for at least 3 years, maybe longer. The requests, I went a long time the first time, non stop and about 6 months the second time, with multiple requests a day on top of my regular posting. And every time I would post a request this time around, or fulfill all of them, there would be 12 more, with some asking for the same thing I just posted. That would tire anybody out.

Right now, it’s nice to not think about “What am I going to schedule this week?” Or “how am I gonna find decent /M or /M art?” Or fill my phone with clips to edit for requests and then be nervous if I forgot to delete it. My brain needed a break from this because it’s been thinking like this for years. Is it permanent? Probably not, but I don’t have to worry about it for a little bit and right now, that feels good.

If nobody comes to my blog or messages me for anything else? That’s okay. But that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve a break, even if people only know me as one thing.

[lemotmo]

I'm sighing at how annoying everything is. But this is all probably pretty accurate.

Q. I don't know if you've seen the old tweets and their vile language but I won't be able to do it if he stays around. I love this show and it would hurt terribly to have to walk away but I cannot and will not tolerate him.

A. I will admit that I try to avoid Twitter as much as possible because it's just an awful space to occupy, but I did receive the texts from a mutual and I am not surprised by their tone. But I'm going to be very honest with you here. Tim doesn't care. And Lou definitely doesn't care. They don't care, anon. Lou only cares about the attention you all are feeding him, and you all are feeding him constant attention. And 911 as a show has a history of problematic actors. Their vetting system is non-existent. I love Michael Grant, but Rockmond Dunbar is a garbage can of a human being. Something the show was well aware of long before his exit. Edy Ganem, who played Marisol, was blatantly and gleefully homophobic and transphobic for her entire run on the show. Meagan West, who played Taylor, I don't recall being openly hateful or discriminatory until the beginning of her exit, but from that point on she was vile, and openly hated on several members of the cast. This is not a new issue from 911 actors. But the only thing Tim cares about is that people are talking about his show. Lou will stay until Tim decides otherwise (I personally think he's already filmed his exit but I digress).

Like you I love this show, but from day one I have been an Evan Buckley girl. If this piece of shit ends up being Evan Buckley's endgame I will also not be sticking around. Many, many people will not be sticking around. But he's not going to be Buck's endgame. However, nothing we say or retweet or post about will speed up his exit. I know it's hard to ignore how truly repulsive he appears to be as a human being, but the show isn't interested in that. He's racist, ableist, homophobic (don't @ me a person can play gay for pay and still be homophobic, see Rockmond Dunbar for proof) and in not all shocking news we also now know he's sexist. The complete picture of maga grossness. But he genuinely enjoys how much we hate him. Please stop tweeting him. He's enjoying the fact that you hate him. He likes it. He likes every bit of the attention good and bad. And so do his fans. Talking about him and @ him constantly is only feeding into his desire to engage more with it. STOP DOING IT. It's not hard. I have never tweeted him or tagged a post with their ship name. It's not hard guys. Find a different way to tag your stuff and tell your followers if they don't want to see it they need to filter the new tag you have come up with. Putting the word anti in front of it doesn't matter. Don't use the ship name. If everyone else collectively decided to just stop @ him or tagging their ship name most of the attention would erode quickly. Because there are more antis than not but we're constantly contributing to the attention. And he's loving it. Stop doing it if for no other reason than the fact that it will piss him off if people stop coming for him. He's not worth the energy.

I hate it. I hate that he will forever have been Buck's first. I get it. I hate it. And I am someone who genuinely thought the coming out episode was lovely and well executed. But it's forever tainted and I get it ( and I will never forgive the prick for taking that episode, and that moment away from us). I want better for Buck and I want better for Oliver. And better is coming. I know the waiting sucks and that everyone is exhausted by the entire experience. And it's scary to have to put your faith in Tim because Tim doesn't always make the best decisions, but this is where we are. We are 5 episodes into an 18 episode season. And Tim will take however long he wants to take to play things out. But for your own sanity stop giving that man the attention he's desperately begging for. I know it sucks, anon. And I wish I could say something that would make the waiting easier, and I do think he's filmed his last scene even if it's not in episode 6. His willingness to engage in posts that openly take shots at Oliver and Ryan seem to indicate he's done filming. We just have to wait and see what episode that turns out to be. 💗

Yeah, pretty much this.

I never use any of the shipname tags nor the anti tags. I just made up a set of tags that worked for me and have no connection to the full shipname. I never mention the shipname in my posts either, unless they're in an ask someone dropped in my inbox.

Block whomever you need to block to get some peace on your dash and just move on. I have done exactly that and it has made such an immense difference. You should really try it.

None of this is worth any of our time or energy.

I know we're all tired. Believe me, I fully understand. I feel like it's been years and in reality it was only a mere few months. But the end is near now. It's in sight.

We know better things are coming up for Buck, so let's focus on that. And let's not forget to give Eddie some love as well. As Buck is Ali's favourite character on 911, mine is Eddie. I'm a proud Eddie girl. I recognise myself so much in him. I want him to finally be happy with Christopher and Buck by his side.

Soon.

IMPORTANT! Please don't repost this ask and/or a link that leads straight to my Tumblr account on Twitter or any other social media. Thank you!

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[finleyforevermore]

Hey guys! How've we been since I've been away? Hm? Not good? Yeah, I thought so.

I was AFK (which means Away From Keyboard for those who weren't aware, or didn't think to Google it /nm) because my mom had taken away my phone for a bit but I could still use it to help with my math homework.

I did lurk around Tumblr a bit, and I did "officially" come back online for a bit, but I mostly lurked.

And how delightful it was to see (can not clarify enough how sarcastic this is) that someone I follow but am not moots with decided that March 20th was the day they were doing to commit suicide. They did not succeed. But they sure as hell scared the fuck out of me. Same story I've seen before with my other friends, abusive parental figure, and possibly SA'd like some of my other friends. Lovely.

And then ANOTHER friend as it turns out has an extremely abusive mother and got fucking strangled by aforementioned mother, then said in the posts of a vent post, "something something maybe she should've killed me".

Being technically AFK I had to go on anon for a bit and try my damndest to prove to my friend that their mother is beyond saving, and there's no use seeing her in a positive light, and they by no means deserve what happened to them. I don't know if it worked. If you see this, I'm sorry if I came off as rude. But that really was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I'd been trying to keep together fairly well but I had been thinking of Liam, Nex's death was ruled a suicide (and now his murderers will not be charged), all of my other friends are traumatized and now I've discovered another friend has an abusive parent, and someone tried to fucking kill themselves.

And so, we have this. This song has been my coping mechanism for the past several weeks and what I can best describe as my theme song. Whenever I see something tragic with either my friends or someone else my first thought is the words of this song. Largely because of the themes of getting salvation for the unjust wrongs done upon Sweeney or in this case my friends.

I really don't know why I was blessed to know such wonderful incredible beautiful people only for them to suffer relentlessly and have gallons upon gallons of trauma.

Do bad things happen? Sure. But with my friends it's non-stop. One traumatic event after another after another after another and I'm. Just so done. I'm so sick. And I'm so tired. Of everything. Of all the pain and suffering. Of the fact I can't do anything. Of the fact I feel too much. This probably shouldn't be impacting me so much but for some reason it is.

I would've been apprehensive posting this because I'm kind of self-conscious about my voice but some of my friends are suffering 24/7 so I think my voice is the last thing I should be worrying about.

Enjoy if you want. Or don't. That's ok too. Love you guys.

@literatureisdying

[boilingcowboy]

so uhm remember when I said I could write two essays about how Percy probably misinterprets Annabeth being stressed/frustrated in a situation as her wanting to punch him because of the abuse he received growing up not only from Gabe but from his peers too.

And then two people told me to do it ? yeah so I have actually never written one good essay in my life so this will be a total shit show but I present to you:

Percy Jackson is actually just deeply traumatised and poor dude is just in full survival mode because of that like 24/7 ALSO stop hating on my girl Annabeth she has done nothing wrong.

Okay first off I will be talking about what happens in the books and the show (although I will mention I have only read book 2 fully and know bits and pieces from the other books and the show I need to rewatch so if I talk shit I apologise but then again this is the internet so why the fuck would you trust anything that comes out of my mouth ? Internet safety kids. Practice that shit it's important!).

And with that let me finally explain my shit.

Okay so my first point of why I think Percy is misinterpreting Annabeth in the first place is because almost every time Percy talks about he thinks Annabeth's gonna punch him she dose the complete opposite (either she hugs him or kisses him) so it wouldn't make that much sense in the first place.

Second is his history with Abuse and just the Trauma and the Trauma response that comes from that because not only do we know that Gabe was abusive both in the physical and non physical sense but Percy has mentioned multiple times how he was bullied by his peers again both in a physical sense (getting thrown stuff at and I think he mentioned fights also literally Clarisse dunking him in a fucking toilet) but also a non physical sense (mocking, getting left out, etc.).

Now not only dose that give Percy the trauma response of being on edge 24/7 but also the added fact that before Grover he only received love and care from his mother and no one else because well ADHD and dyslexia basically the hole being neurodivergent thing doesn't really get you plus points from neither your peers or your teachers and add the hole Demigod thing ? yeah poor dude is fucked.

But what i´m trying to say is that because Percy was 99% of the time met with violence in some shape, way or form from everyone around him except his mom for the first 11/12 years of his life so it only makes sense that he expects the same treatment from everyone else. And add Gabe and how he was only showing frustration and anger at him it only makes sense that because that's how he grew up and what he's used to, he immediately in his brain connects anger/frustration on someone's face when given towards him as "okay this person looks like this which means this person is going to punch me" (also the hc of Percy being autistic too here makes even more sense cus of so called bottom up thinking meaning him thinking first "she looks like she's gonna punch me" and then only after realising "oh no she's frustrated/angry" but that's for another post).

To somehow put this together basically my hole point is that Percy is just incredibly traumatised and on edge 24/7 because he had to be this way to survive. And that will affect the way he views people and how he processes their emotions because his brain is basically wired to do so, to recognise danger and anger so he can prepare himself which for him means expecting the beating before it even happens. And that's not to say he doesn't fight back because he dose but he also accepts it to cope with it better (if that makes any sense, really hope it dose).

Anyways if I said anything wrong I do apologise!! I am not trying to spread misinformation about trauma and etc. so please feel free to correct me!!!! (the spelling mistakes ignore those okay the english language can personally suck my dick)

[woobifykamukura]

ghdsfkjghdsf is that a common thing?

I don't really get how he'd be misdiagnosed anyway; it would need brain scans, especially since it's so rare at his age, and if anything it would have been misdiagnosed as other conditions for a while. Only going off cry-stars here- I have no expertise myself- but she's said that can happen and there was a recent case in Japan where a young guy's dementia was mistaken for depression for ages.

If we doubt Komaeda's FTD it can only be via doubting his honesty imo (but I still think he's telling the truth). I also love seeing analyses of him through the lenses of other disorders as comorbid instead of alternative diagnoses- especially autism, but I've seen interesting takes wrt OCD and BPD too- but canonically I feel like bvFTD, extreme post-traumatic stress and political radicalisation adequately explain his issues.

TO BE FAIR it probably isnt As common as i think it is, i just saw one reddit post thst explicitly claimed the FTD was a misdiagnosis and that it totally makes way more sense for komaeda to have autism and bpd, and a surprisung number of people... agreed? for some reason??

which i need to state for the record a) i am autistic myself and b) have absolutely zero problems with headcanons, even if they arent ones i ascribe to personally

what i DO have a problem with is people erasing canon neurodivergencies and/or erasing traits CENTRAL to a character in order to square-peg-round-hole the headcanon THEY have as the most correct one

"nagito has ftd and was autistic before that?" cool! neat! seeing how those two disorders being comorbid with each other could be really interesting!

"nagito does NOT have ftd, the devs were wrong, they actually wrote an autistic character and didnt realize it" stop talking.

this is very like, misanthropic i guess but after SO MUCH SHIT ive seen it just speaks to an unwillingness to empathize with or relate to anyone that isnt exactly like you. and you cant just headcanon real people around you with Misdiagnosed Autistic (most.... times....) so this pops up in fiction

like. i am autistic! i also have two (2) personality disorders, and neither is bpd. this has led to a non negligible amount of autistic people completely stereotyping my other disorders as evil in order to prop themselves up ("i thought i was a narcissist/sociopath, which wouldve been awful, but really i was just autistic! phew!!" with implicit, sometimes EXPLICIT value judgements being made)

i have had a friend i had in real life, to my face, say he didn't believe i had either personality disorder and really i was secretly just autistic

...if we had been better friends, maybe he would've known me well enough to know that that's almost... comically untrue. lol

so in my opinion there do exist a certain minority of autistic people who see autism as the only neurodivergency that Matters, or at least the one that matters the most. and the only way they can feel any sympathy for anyone else is if they are also autistic

and i know this is a minority! and i just see it a lot because i am an autist in fandom and a lot of other autistic people are also in fandom! AND that this is a mindset prone to ANY minority- most people think their Problem is the Worst Problem, it just... happens. however i am just as irrational and prone to biases as anyone else and ive chosen this as my completely irrelevant hill to die on

that one reddit post made me so goddamn mad bc of All This PLUS its double insulting when someone says "i have a special interest in psychology!" as a way to say theyre extremely knowledgable, and doing genuine analysis with the lens of "i am looking at the text and trying to make an objective diagnosis" and then STILL DO THIS!!! because they have this veneer of "im just a guy asking questions" before diving right into a weirdly consspiratory subset of "everyones an idiot about mental health except for ME"

...which tbf i dont think that about myself. i am very good at writing a wide variety of mental illness due to a combination of research and life experience BUT i could really only tell you like. actual non-surface level FACTS about aspd and to a lesser extent, npd. because thats what i chose to focus on. there are far and away lots more people that know more about me about other things, and im fine wit that

i am however also aware of this extremely hyperspecific social phenominon. and thus it is my burden to bear. my mountainous molehill.

also r/danganronpa just fucking sucks like in general. every time i see a kokichi opinion there i get a little closer to pulling the trigger. i think the real moral here is reddit is garbage and should not be used for anything other than product reviews

(also fwiw i agree w ur personal take at the end, with a lil bit of ocd tendencies that like, started off manageable and nowhere near diagnostic level badness, since things he might do to manage his cycle and even the constant thinking about it are very much reminiscent of obsessions and compulsions. but ftd in of itself can cause ocd symptoms so after that it got... worse. thats my personal take on it ^^)

[daisha-mochizuki]

ranting time for my 100th post

Okay. I need to scream to someone.

As an autistic person myself/someone's who is *most definitely* on the spectrum, I find that I am becoming more self aware, thus becoming aware of other people's autistic/neurodivergent behavior.

Continuing on with that information...

Does anyone else think/agree with me if I were to say that there's a pretty high chance Izuku is autistic, or at least on *some sort* of the neurodivergent spectrum??? Maybe someone else has said it before I don't know but I went on an entire spiral last night as I was trying to come up with ideas for an AU I'm doing😓

But, just listing some of the stuff he does that I personally do that I know is a hyperfixation:

Hyperfixates (most obvious being All Might/Toshinori Yagi [who could also be a special interest not just a hyperfixation], but also the other heroes and even villains)

Constantly trying to be optimistic about things/MASKING.

Immense guilt weighing you down when you think you've done something wrong even if it's something as small as putting something in the wrong spot by accident

Having hundreds of notebooks and other things to keep track of data from hyperfixations/special interests

Collecting objects of hyperfixtion/merchandise and shtuff for hyperfixations

Having a strict schedule/routine to follow (his training schedule *cough cough*)

RAMBLING NON-STOP ABOUT SPECIAL INTERESTS/HYPERFIXATIONS

When we look at Izuku's rooms, there's obviously the All Might special interest. We know all about his notebooks, and (if I'm remembering correctly) there are thirteen of them. While to some it may not seem like much (maybe idk I don't have normal interactions with people), those notebooks are filled to the *brim*. There's also *more* notebooks than that, as there's ones about his classmates, and ones about OFA, and other stuff as well.

When he was training, yes I know All Might made the routine for him, but Izuku took the routine and made it his own and followed it everyday (even though it grew unhealthy).

Izuku is honestly just a kid who doesn't know how to have a normal human interaction unless he is put in charge and is under a sort of stress in his brain. It may not seem stressful to others, but in order to have the "confidence" to be in charge, his brain creates stressors in order to function "correctly" in those situations.

He studies and trains obsessively, and is a people pleaser to all extents.

There's probably more that I could talk about, but *I've* been rambling here for a little while here now😭😭

Hope my ramblings made sense :D

(Also yayyyyyy 100 posts😭👍)

[toomuchracket]

what did dword girly even do to get him to call himself that on stage, what is he doing to that poor girl she was probably busy and stressed enough WORKING and he went and probably made her stop dead in her tracks when he called himself daddy on stage infront of the whole festival and bbc watchers at home. her and i need a minute after that I’m sure

someone else also said My brain can not handle the fact that he most definitely said “daddy’s fucking right” on stage last night. My brain is in delulu land, like I need that man to repeat those exact words, between my legs

in the blurb i wrote yesterday about you having been working non-stop in the run-up to r&l, i referenced matty coming back from the US shows and coming into the office when you were doing a late shift to see if he could help you with any last few work bits that needed done. but there was nothing, and you were still stressed, so matty took advantage of the empty offices and was like "baby, you need to relax. let me make you feel good", and got on his knees under your desk so he could go down on you and help your brain switch off for a bit. it did the trick, it ticked off a fantasy on both you and matty's lists lol, and you went home feeling a little bit better. but once the post-orgasm haze wore off when you got to the house... the stress returned. and matty was really sweet about it, pragmatically going through the list of things that needed to be done with you to make sure you hadn't missed anything; when you both determined that you'd done everything that had to be done, matty pulled you onto his lap and gave you lots of little kisses all over your face like "see? you're a pro, darling. knew you hadn't missed anything, i just knew it", and you giggled like "yeah, you're right, you're so right" as his kisses started to trail down your neck, and matty pulled back to take your face in his hands and kiss you like "yeah, princess. daddy's fucking right. now, let me make sure allllllll of that unnecessary stress is out of your head, yeah? my perfect girl deserves to feel good". and of course you let him fuck any last dregs of worry out of you - and let me tell you, he was THOROUGH about it lmao.

so, naturally, when you hear him utter those very words onstage at reading, not really that long after you've allowed yourself to leave work mode and be in enjoyment/proud girlfriend mode... you're not chill about it. so not chill about it, in fact, that ms xcx - who you've been downing vodkas with for the entirety of your boyfriends's set - actually has to be like "babe, are you alright? you look like you've seen a ghost". you're tipsy like "i can't believe he just fucking called himself that. onstage at reading festival. and on a livestream by the british broadcasting corporation. people have paid telly license fees in good faith and had to hear him say that! fuck!", and charli's like "what did he say? daddy? what's the big-OH MY GOD REALLY? wow, that is not the vibe he is giving off to me AT ALL. but i love that for you lol. you kinky little bitch!"; you're like "charli i am begging you please do not let on that you know" and she hugs you like "won't even tell george don't worry. and you don't wanna KNOW the stuff me and him are getting up to (i mean, you kinda do, but you won't pry). but yeah, i think you're maybe in for a fun night tonight, babe, if matty's feeling himself like that", and you're like "yep, i think you're right". and charli's like "well then, cheers to us and getting railed post-show!", and you laugh and clink cups and enjoy the rest of the set in peace.

as she is about most things in life, charli is dead on about you being in for a wild night after the show - matty comes offstage and heads straight for you so he can make out with you immediately, before lifting you into a hug and being like "hi, perfect girl. d'you enjoy that? i did". and you're like "mhmm. you were amazing, as always", and matty kisses you sweetly before he smirks like "d'you hear what i said, too?", and you're like "i did! i found it very... interesting"; he's like "well, i was just thinking about how well the show was going, and then i started thinking about how it wouldn't have been half as good if my princess of a girlfriend hadn't worked her magic on the prep, and then i thought about how stressed she was about it and how i helped her be less stressed, and then had the amazing idea that i could do the same thing but as a way to show her how grateful i am for her work and how much i love her". you blush and kiss matty's neck like "well, how do you want me, daddy?", and matty's like "all spread out for me, princess, on that sofa in the extra green room. up for it?" - you nod like "take me now, please", and matty's like "oh, gladly". and yeah, in that random spare room that the team were given and didn't use at all... matty definitely made sure you had a good night lmao <3

[sapphire-weapon]

Hey so... Capcom hates unions, right? If this is the case... I'm kinda wondering if Stephanie even works with them any more.

See, the past couple of years she's been posting stuff on her Instagram stories about strikes and picketing. Not even just with the recent video game VA ones. The SAG-AFTRA stuff. IIRC she even stopped promoting Death Island stuff for a little while there. This is all good, don't get me wrong... all the AI bullshit needs to stop and I'm ecstatic she's being vocal about it.

As far as I've seen, other RE VAs haven't been posting anything about any of that. I could be wrong about this however.

But this could explain why she's been a little more bold with her statements about stuff lately. And when people asked if Claire was going to be in RE9 she said something like, "Oh they're making that?" Like, she maybe legitimately didn't know they were.

Isn't this the reason why they stopped using the last VA for Claire too? Or am I wrong?

Plus, even if she was replaced, we wouldn't know until the next game or movie comes out or is close to coming out since this seems to be the pattern recently.

Again, I'm probably looking too much into this but I just saw someone else talking about Capcom and unions and IDK... got me thinking.

so... this is something that's been lost to time in a game of telephone. it's something i've even been guilty of perpetuating and only just now realized that i fucked up by perpetuating it when i looked it up to refresh myself on what happened.

alyson court came out in 2017 and said that she would not be returning as claire for RE2make and said that capcom had decided to go with non-union actors instead. paul mercier then also came out and backed up her statement -- that he would not be returning as leon. alyson then made a follow-up video stating that this was NOT related to the recent voice actors strike. it was simply about contracting. basically, capcom shopped around until they found actors they liked that were willing to work at a price that capcom was willing to pay. alyson said that it was extremely disappointing that capcom wasn't willing to pay actors a working wage.

but despite alyson's clarifications, the damage had already been done. what was intended as "i was union-protected to ask for a certain amount of money, and capcom wasn't willing to pay it" morphed into "CAPCOM WILL NO LONGER WORK WITH UNION ACTORS."

but that's patently untrue.

because they kept on matt mercer for both vendetta and DI despite him having always been in the union.

capcom also pays top dollar for union actors in devil may cry. reuben langdon (dante), dan southworth (vergil), and johnny young bosch (nero) are all union actors.

hirabayashi has come out and told us that RE2make was built on a very tight budget due to capcom's lack of faith in the project, so it makes sense that they decided to cut costs where they could -- including when it came to voice acting.

so, really, capcom is willing to work with union actors... but only when they see the cost benefit for doing so.

if steph is no longer voicing claire, it won't be because she's in a union. it'll be because capcom doesn't feel she's worth the money anymore.

but her lack of knowledge of RE9 has nothing to do with her still being in capcom's good graces. as far as we know from leaks, claire isn't in RE9. and if claire isn't in RE9, why the fuck would steph know about its existence? game companies don't contact every single main cast actor in a series and update them every single time a new project is underway. only people who are working on the project know about it.

so, unfortunately, the likeliest explanation remains: stephanie panisello is just an asshole.

good question, tho. good ask.

[ae-azile]

Chapter 2 of The Non-Newtonian Newborn was supposed to be solely Chay's POV, but with a likely 3rd and maybe 4th chapter (because I suck at one-shots), it will be multi-pov and switch back and forth between Kim's and Chay's perspective. I mean, I needed to have some of Kim's POV as he goes about the pros and cons of breastfeeding his baby with his newfound ability to lactate.

Can't believe I just wrote that.

Anyway, here's a preview for chapter 2! The link to chapter 1 is at the end of the post.

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“I don't know what I am supposed to…DO!” Khun says, his last word turning into a screech when he finds the right spot and causes more milk to come out. It isn't nearly enough, but it's something. Because other than this? Kim doesn't know what to do either.

Despite Khun's horror over the situation, Kim can't find any humor in it at all, not when the relief only lasts for ten minutes at most before his chest feels tight again.

“I need help again,” Kim says, sitting back up and making a grab for Khun’s hand. Khun yanks it back and lets out a sigh.

“Kim…I think you are going to need to make a decision here.”

What Kim needs is for his chest to not feel so tight.

“You may have to do something else to make them…stop hurting,” Khun says, gesturing at Kim’s torso, “While Dr. Saelim doesn't know why you are going through this…he did say you are getting minor impactions, likely due to not nursing your baby-”

“She's not mine.”

As Khun gives him a heartbroken, sympathetic look, Kim realizes that statement is officially false.

Kim glances over at where she is resting on the new baby lounger and feels a pang of guilt and frustration.

“What do you want to do?”

Kim looks back over to his brother, “About the fact milk is coming out of my nipples?”

“Well, you should probably decide if you want to nurse her, get a pump, or leave them alone and put up with the pressure and discomfort for a few weeks. That's what I read, that it could take a few weeks to dry up-”

“I can't deal with that,” Kim says, fighting the urge to pull at his hair, “And who says this will go away the same way it would for a woman? She isn't even that into the formula! She just sucks it down because she hasn't been given anything else!”

Khun sits there quietly before nodding his head, “Then what would you like to do? About the breast milk, about whether you actually want to be a parent-”

“Are you saying I should get rid of her?” Kim asks, then narrows his eyes, “Don't you remember me telling you about the times I have tried? She just pops back over to me when she misses me or is hungry! You witnessed it yourself!”

Khun breathes out, “I'm saying that none of this is fair to you. This wasn't your decision. So…I'm just telling you I will support you through this and with anything you need. If you need me to keep milking you, I suppose I will.”

Kim blinks, then scoots away from his brother, “Not anymore. Not when you word it like that.”

“...Then do you want to try and nurse until someone goes back out and buys you a pump?”

“I don't know!” Kim snaps, only for the baby to startle awake and let out a cry. The longer Kim stares at her, the more frustration, resentment, and overwhelming guilt he feels. Maybe she is some curse who is in full control of what she is doing. Maybe.

But in his heart, he really feels like she is just a baby.

Who can teleport.

“Oh, honey,” Khun murmurs when Kim’s shoulders start shaking, “Come here.”

As Kim cries into the crook of his brother’s arm, he realizes he hasn't let Khun hold and comfort him since Ma died. He has cried in front of him since - once when Khun was rescued from being kidnapped, but Khun was drugged up and out of it. The other time I had been when Kim was preparing to move out. He wanted Khun to move into his apartment with him. Kim had been convinced that Khun would get better if he was in a different environment, but Khun refused to leave and Kim refused to stay, so it was never going to work and-

“He's having a moment,” Kim hears Khun say gently, “I'm not sure how much your brother told you, but my baby brother is going through a lot right now.”

Shit.

“I heard,” Chay says, his voice sounding strained.

SHIT.

“Maybe come back later-”

“I’m fine,” Kim quickly says, sounding completely strangled as he sits back up, “I'm okay, you can stay if you want-”

Tankhun tilts his head in confusion, “Kim-”

“I'm fine, Khun,” Kim says pointedly, even though he really isn't. He just found out the infant who has been stalking him is his biological daughter, she was born from an glowing egg he broke on purpose, his chest hurts, and he now lactates.

But Chay is here.

Unless he is just here for Khun. In that case, Kim should go and try to self-express his nipples into the toilet-

“Do you want to take a walk?”

Who is he asking? What is he asking? Kim doesn’t understand.

“Kim?” Chay prompts, “Do you want to take a walk?”

Kim stares at him with wide eyes, “So you can talk to Khun privately?”

Chay stares right back, then shakes his head, “No. I am asking if you would like to walk with me so we can talk.”

“Oh,” Khun says, glancing between them. He looks a little confused, as if he didn't expect this.

Neither did Kim.

“Chay, that's really sweet of you,” Khun says encouragingly, “Kim, why don't you go? You two are close to the same age, and I think you could use a friend right now. I’ll…I’ll watch the baby.”

It's an offer that was given with much more excitement this morning but one Kim is still grateful for, especially when Kim takes into account whose responsibility she officially is.

She's his responsibility. She's his baby. Part of him wants to leave her and the compound, only to never come back. She would be in safe hands with Khun. After Ma died, Khun often felt like the closest thing to a parent Kim had, even after the kidnapping. Khun may be nervous about the teleportation thing, but he would love her and care for her. Kinn and Porsche would too.

And then there is Pa. Pa may try to take full control of her and utilize her powers.

Turn her into a weapon.

Regardless of what he feels now, he knows he can't let that happen.

So reluctantly, Kim stands up, pulls his shirt back on, walks over to the lounger, and looks down at her. Despite just recently being fussy over Kim raising his voice, she pauses at her task of gumming her fist and smiles around it.

He really needs to figure out how old she is supposed to be. From what little he's read, she is emoting way too young.

Then again, she also teleports and was born from an egg. Standard milestone ages may not apply.

“I will be back in a little bit,” Kim tells her, his voice sounding stiff, “I'm taking a walk with Chay.”

This information seems to delight her. She kicks her feet and lets out a happy sound before doing her best to lift her arm up and hold out her hand. Kim fights the urge to let her take a hold of his finger like he has before by shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Be good,” Kim tells her, then looks over at Khun.

“Can you feed her in thirty minutes or so if I'm not back?”

Khun nods, then seems slightly anxious, “...With the formula she is lukewarm about?”

Kim narrows his eyes at that, “Yes. Unless you know of a different brand you want to try.”

Khun tsks, “Why would I know the names of any baby formulas? You're acting as though I have looked into such things. Some people don't get magical shaman eggs from stalkers that result in a newborn with supernatural powers upon it being broken. I suppose I could adopt, but I have no one to go on such a journey with-”

“Arm?” Kim asks. Khun sharply turns his head in suspicion. As soon as his gaze becomes calculating, it reminds him too much of the old Khun, the one who had been raised to lead and intimidate. Luckily, they had Ma, who made sure Khun was nurturing and sweet as well.

But Kim doesn't want to stay long enough for Khun to fully enter that dormant side of himself.

“Bye,” Kim says, then quickly walks to the door. It's then he remembers that he's walking with Chay.

Maybe an intimidating Khun is more preferable.

To read chapter 1, click the link below:

[star-going-supernova]

Gregory and his mom are homeless. For the past year they’ve been sneaking in and out of the pizzaplex for a chance of full bellies, some “returned” items from Lost & Found, maybe a quick wash in the employee showers when the workers happen to not notice. The day Freddy crashed on stage is the first and likely last time they’re in the building overnight.

This prompt came from Hydrangea_Cherry9 on ao3! This is several hundred words over my self-imposed tumblr ficlet word count, but I knew I’d want to expand it wildly if I even considered posting it as a full ao3 one-shot, lol. So here we are! Warning for character death via non-graphic stabbing.

My Knife’s Bigger than Your Knife

Gregory darted across the hall behind Roxy’s back, slipping silently into the security office. He wiped his damp eyes again before turning to the computer screens. From his pocket, he pulled out the list of instructions that Freddy had written out for him. 

Even as he did his very best to stay focused and alert, he trembled with worry. His brain wouldn’t stop replaying the moment Vanny sank her knife into his mom’s stomach. Vanny’s laughter. The blood. Mom’s scream.

Gregory blew out a shaky breath as he clicked through half a dozen programs and password screens. And when he reached the end of them, he deactivated a program connected to the building’s power. 

Finished with his task, he hastily returned to the doorway and peeked out. The hall was empty, and he wasted no time in sprinting for the stairs that would take him back to Freddy. 

“I got it,” he said breathlessly, climbing into Freddy’s chest cavity. “Is my mom okay?” 

Stupid Fazwatches. Why couldn’t they connect to each other? 

“Your mother has remained conscious and coherent since you last asked me, Gregory,” Freddy said. From anyone else, it probably would’ve sounded condescending or annoyed. But Freddy only sounded gentle and reassuring. “She has reminded me to tell you that you are very brave and she loves you very much.” 

Gregory leaned his head against the inside of Freddy as he set off for their next destination. “Can we go see her after I shut down the next program?” 

He could practically hear Freddy thinking. “Yes,” he decided. “This will be the fourth out of six locations, and my green room is not too far out of the way between the fourth and fifth.” 

“Thanks, Freddy,” Gregory said. “Sorry. I’m just—I’m really worried about her.” 

“I know you are, and I am sorry that you cannot be with her right now, superstar. You should not have been put in this position. Your mother is correct; you are very brave.” 

He shrugged. He was just doing what needed to be done. They needed to get his mom medical help, and they weren’t going to find that in the pizzaplex. Waiting until six was just… they couldn’t afford to wait that long. 

His mom had been stabbed. 

Six locations with the program that controlled the pizzaplex’s security systems. Just six, and he was already halfway done with shutting them down. Then Freddy could lift the barricade manually, and he and his mom could make a run for it. Or, y’know. The closest thing to a run someone stabbed in the stomach could manage. 

• • •

Gregory ran back to Freddy, nearly giddy with success. “I did it, I did it,” he cried quietly, too jittery to accept a ride. 

“The security system is down,” Freddy confirmed happily, setting off at a brisk pace that Gregory had to jog to keep up with. “We will collect your mother and get both of you out soon, superstar.” 

Nodding frantically, Gregory sped up, eager to get back to his mom. They’d had to move her out of Freddy’s green room. Vanny had been getting too close. The backstage storage area connected to the theater was a decent hiding place. It wasn’t deep enough in the basement for the endos to cause her problems, but none of the roaming animatronics or Mom-stabbers seemed to really go back there. 

Unfortunately, Monty was patrolling around the party rooms and the daycare lobby, which was too close for comfort. His mom couldn’t afford to be spotted. 

“Can you lead him away?” Gregory asked, peeking around Freddy’s hip. “I’ll get Mom and you can meet up with us in the theater.” 

Freddy hesitated. “All right,” he agreed. He didn’t sound happy about it. “I have alerted your mother that you are on your way to her. There should not be another member of the band in the area, but be careful.” 

“I will, I will, now let’s go,” he urged. They split up, and Gregory waited impatiently until it was clear for him to sprint all the way to the theater. 

The door to his mom was in sight when Vanny stepped out from around the last corner between him and it, knife in hand. His mom’s blood stained the shiny blade. 

Trying to both stop running and start moving backward was a recipe for disaster, and Gregory tripped over his own feet in his alarm. He landed hard on his butt with a little yelp, and then he didn’t dare move with the way Vanny stood over him. 

She laughed—the same laugh as when she stabbed his mom—and waved her knife at him. “Hello, Gregory,” she said. “I’ve been looking for you. Don’t you want to play?” 

He couldn’t find the strength to respond, utterly paralyzed with fear. Had she found his mom? Is that how she knew to be here, waiting for him? Was his mom—had Vanny… 

He couldn’t even think think the words. 

Vanny didn’t seem to mind his silence because she continued, “I’ve already had fun with your mama, and I always play fair. So now it’s your turn—!” She reached out with her free hand, but her gloved fingers didn’t even get the chance to touch him before she jerked to a stop with a sharp gasp.

Gregory stared at the middle of her torso. At the sword sticking out of it. 

Vanny wobbled, silent, then collapsed heavily to her knees. Gregory jerked into motion and scrambled backwards before she could fall on him with a gurgle, and then he was staring at the other end of the sword. Past the roaring in his ears, he distantly noted that it looked like a pirate’s sort of sword, with the curved blade and the golden handle and guard. 

His wide eyes trailed up from the grip to his mom, who had one hand pressed to her own stomach. Her expression was a terrifying mask of protective fury, and she spit at Vanny’s still form, “Nobody hurts my son on my watch.” She wrenched the sword out.

Gregory had a sudden vision of her tearing one of the animatronics limb from limb. And in that moment, seeing her stand so strong and sure, he believed she could have. 

“Mom,” he whispered. 

The wrath vanished into soft concern, and she stepped around Vanny without a second glance. The sword clattered to the floor, bloody. He scrambled to his feet and was so, so careful when he hugged her. A quiet groan of pain escaped her anyway. 

He pulled back, frantic with worry. “We—we’ve gotta get you outta here, we, we need to go now.” 

She nodded along, brushing his bangs back. “Oh, sweetheart, sweetheart, we will. I am more than ready to leave this place. Are you hurt? Did that—” She swallowed back some pretty nasty names, by the look in her eyes. “Did she hurt you?” 

“Didn’t even touch me,” Gregory promised, leaning his head into her warmth when she cupped his cheek. “Please, you—you’re hurt.” 

“I barely even feel it,” she claimed, like a liar, and when he pulled at her hand to get her to start walking, she followed almost without wincing. 

Freddy, who came into view as she said so, chuckled tightly, in a perfect imitation of that way adults had. “Even so, I must insist I carry you down to the lobby. The stairs will not do you any favors, Hazel.” 

“You aren’t allowed to be on a first name basis with my mom,” Gregory told him.

“Too late, sweetheart,” his mom said, ruffling his hair before allowing Freddy to carefully scoop her up. She tensed up and tried to relax with a strained sigh. “All right, boys. I think it’s time for an ambulance.” 

“It’s past time!” Gregory cried, taking off. And Freddy, to his credit, stayed on his heels the whole way down to the entrance without ever once jostling his mom bad enough to make her groan. 

[haleswallows]

Thank you for the pain on main answer!! i am just... thinking, non stop about the implications and the angst on all sides- and i LOVE how you once described the batfam as having no room currently for empathy for Danny- treating him like an enemy, because theyre in survival mode- Because for Danny, and his allies- it was probably the same back in Amity. Ghost attacks were not about Danny wanting to be a hero- it was about surviving. Everything he learned was trial by fire and a refusal to stay down. There wouldnt be much room for much else- and I don't know what Sam, Tucker, or Jazz's places in this au are, but considering everything theyve gone through- I cant imagine them having much empathy for Jason or the batfam here just as the batfam doesnt care for Danny. Because like you said- emotions ARE WEIRD. they are NOT logical. Even Jazz in all her "adulty empathy" is NOT exempt to this. If I was a sister who spent countless nights patching my brother up and watching him get shot at and burned and electrocuted- only for a group of strangers to treat him like a criminal who did this to himself on *purpose?* To look into him and act as if theyre a hairs breath away from ruining his life for something he never wanted?? Yeah. No. I wouldnt give a fuck about them. But Danny is... at least semi out of survival mode, if this is post canon events- if the worst is behind him- he's healed. He isnt facing the consequences like jason is. Hes not in the thick of it the way Jason is anymore. If it was in the middle, maybe hed get defensive when being called an asshole, I dont know, but hes not in the middle- hes out of it and trying to move on, and now heres someone who CANT move on because of HIM and wow- the guilt would be crushing. (1/3)

(THere's so much more, but tumblr won't let me combine your wonderful messages into one post because it's 'too long', the assholes)

This is all so delicious. I am so pleased to have created this reaction in someone with just my words.

In all reality, I'm thinking of these things so so so so much. Danny has been throwing himself in front of everything and acting as a shield for Amity for years. "This is fine" while everything is on fire. And despite the rejection, he's just stuck on "this is fine", because he has to be fine. If he isn't fine, then what? What can he do then? Be angry? When being angry is a gateway to being Dan, I imagine he's just so averse to letting himself get any sort of worked up - even in self defense.

When I was early on in the brainstorming, I was trying to nail down what benefits Danny and Jason get this. Because as you have so wonderfully pointed out, there's so much hurt. But soulmates are all about making the other more, right? So why? Why would the universe throw Danny and Jason together?

And I came to the conclusion that it is... For Jason, Danny shows him how to say 'fuck it, I'll live no matter what'. For Danny, Jason shows him how to live for himself, to stop making himself bleed for others.

For Jason, it's to live even if it hurts and everyone tells you 'no', For Danny, it's to be selfish by finally learning to value himself.