#something told me that i would hyperfixate on him specifically i know why hes literally a silly guy

[astraeaqutie]

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Eey I got an idea

Yamori, Naki and ur homelander boyos with a gn or male s/o that's autistic and has a lot of cute, happy stims, like swaying from side to side, flapping their fists when bored, whistling like a bird, hopping a bit on their heels, swishing their leg from side to side or bouncing their leg and such

But s/o has too anxious stims that can be confused by the happy ones, like flapping their open hands with a rather neutral expression when being rlly anxious, tapping their foot real fast and having to switch which foot their tapping since they get tired fast and that makes them sway a bit from side to side, whistling a rlly specific melody over and over again when scared or anxious, trying to swishing their leg/foot a but too agressively and bouncing it way too fast to be comfy and maybe scratching their own hands and arms ¯\_(ツ)_/

Idk I just got my own stims and hope that's some good examples and you can work with it, I was just curious on how the boyos would react to a s/o like that and such

Anygays! Have a great cycle of 24 hours! ^^

Autistic S/O HCs

Another ask that makes me feel seen! I’m not entirely autistic but I am on the spectrum and so is my dad so hopefully I do this justice!

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Yamori

He had a feeling so he was already observing what you did, what you like, and what your boundaries are. This man literally has a list.

He’s a very patient man so he doesn’t get annoyed with you at all. He also just loves you so annoyance is off the table for him when it comes to you.

Respects your boundaries like crazy.

He goes out of his way to make sure that you’re not put in a position that could make you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable when you’re with him.

He strikes me as a guy who has days where he just prefers not to talk so if you get like that too, he already understands.

Feeds into whatever you hyperfixate on. He’s got money to throw around so go crazy.

He makes sure Naki understands your boundaries. He’s sweet but he’s a little too overexcited sometimes.

Likes to hear you babble on.

Gets on people for making you upset in any way. He doesn’t tolerate that.

His quiet and calm demeanor at home is a huge comfort and is seriously grounding.

Naki

He genuinely didn’t know until you told him.

He wants you to tell him if there’s anything that you need or if there’s anything he can do.

Your boundaries and needs are very important to him. Your comfort is his top priority!

Pays attention to your mood and surroundings just in case you feel like you need some time and space for yourself to collect yourself.

He likes how you think a bit differently than others. He’s a little odd so he likes bouncing his goofy ideas off of you.

If you’re someone who needs to be moving your hands or fiddling with something then please play with his hands. He really wants you to and he gets to be helpful!

He wants you to be open with him about how you feel so he’ll try his hardest to lessen any anxiety you might have about telling him things you’re feeling or needing.

Have hyperfixations on specific things? Tell him about them! He likes hearing about what you like and why you do.

Those days where you just don’t really feel like being sociable or verbal, he lets you do you.

He’s as supportive as a person can get so he’ll do anything and everything he can to be accommodating and make you feel loved and understood.

Homelander

Like I said in my OCD post, he doesn’t totally understand or have patience for it at first.

He’s probably one of those people who does the whole “Just be normal!” type of spiel.

He does soften up and become more understanding later on.

It’s a bit of a “learning curve” for him.

During your relationship, his tolerance for people gets a little better as he learns what you need, what your limits/boundaries are, and how you do things.

The first time it really becomes something he gets and finds common ground with was at a Vought event.

He didn’t want to go, and he knew that you really didn’t want to go but you had to.

The music and the people were very loud. It was overstimulating but he had to keep going. Gotta keep up appearances. Then he heard your breathing really change.

He looked across the room to see you in the corner. He knew he was overstimulated but he could handle it, you couldn’t.

A wave of sympathy hit him hard. Excusing himself as politely as possible, he quickly cut through the crowd to you. Taking your hand, he nodded at you. Within seconds, you were out of there and on the roof. The air was cold and it was quiet in comparison. To your surprise he asked you if you were ok and sighed. He really understood you now.

[whereonceiwasfire]

I’m going to need you all to indulge in my Vlad/Harriet hyperfixation for a second, because if I have to make this much space in my head for this then so do you *watches helplessly as you scroll away from my rambling post.* 

Alright, well, that’s not going to stop me. I’ll talk to an empty room. Just you wait.  

Anyway, so, I love the idea that while Vlad is just one big red-flag wrapped up in a tailor-made suit (and Harriet hasn’t run away screaming yet) he’s still reticent to let on that he’s a half-ghost. Because that’s GOT to be the final straw, right? The last of what she’s willing to put up with? So he keeps it secret. And while there’s a whole host of hilarious ways that can go down (especially because Harriet’s a reporter, and sharp, and Vlad has been a ghost for 20-some-odd years, and doesn’t spend a lot of time around humans, so probably has some bizarre and unnatural little habits) the specific thing I can’t stop thinking about is how Danny would tie into all of this. If Harriet doesn’t know Vlad’s a half-ghost, she certainly doesn’t know Danny’s a half-ghost, and the potential here is just KILLER. 

First of all, this has got to be the absolute most confusing set of interactions Harriet has ever seen in her life. While she knows her man-child boyfriend has the emotional maturity of a damp washcloth, it’s bewildering just how much the son of their college friends drives Vlad CRAZY. Muttering under his breath about the Fenton boy, their weird silent stand offs whenever they’re in the same room together, the way Vlad blames absolutely anything that goes wrong on Danny.  Car gets totaled in a random ghost encounter while he’s in Amity? Daniel. Something goes wrong at Vlad Co.? Daniel. Coffee maker doesn’t work? Daniel. 

This could also potentially shift the power dynamic in a really fun way. Danny’s shocked, and frankly, a little nauseated, to figure out that Vlad’s dating someone. Don’t get him wrong, he’s thrilled the Fruitloop is finally off his mom, but it just doesn’t seem right that anyone could LIKE Vlad. However, he can tell the dude hasn’t told/doesn’t want his girlfriend to know he’s the literal thing of nightmares. And, as much as he’s doing a terrible job of it, Vlad is trying to act like he doesn’t have an ongoing rivalry with a fourteen year old whenever Harriet is around. Plastering on the dead-eyed smiles, offering polite platitudes through gritted teeth, etc., etc. Danny takes every advantage of this to drop in unannounced and pretend that Vlad’s just his weird uncle. Oh yeah, he absolutely definitely routinely has Danny over for dinner and movie nights, buys him expensive gifts, helps him with his homework. You know. The usual. And Vlad can’t say anything to the contrary because he can’t otherwise explain why Danny keeps showing up, not to mention the fact that Danny has made it VERY clear he’s willing to spill Vlad’s secret. Danny likes to pull Harriet aside with a deep and serious “I need to tell you something important,” then pause dramatically before he goes off about the frog he found at lunch or some such whatever. Vlad figures Danny probably won’t actually tell his secret, because the boy must know he’d be outing them both to a reporter if he says anything, but Vlad’s not entirely sure. After all, Daniel is an incompetent child who has done worse for less cause. So Vlad tries to be on his very best behavior. TRIES being the operative word. Anytime Harriet leaves the room, Danny and Vlad are at each other’s throats, wielding cutlery like weapons, exchanging heated barbs back and forth, threatening each other. Vlad’s got an arm wrapped around Danny’s neck when Harriet returns with a mug of tea. Vlad laughs good-naturedly, forces a smile, rubs his knuckles against Danny’s scalp. Ahaha, see, they were just playing around. Good ol’ Uncle Vlad, what a kidder, amiright? Nothing suspicious happening here.

Bonus points if Harriet thinks Danny is adorable and keeps inviting him over, despite the weird animosity between these two losers.   Harriet: Oh, Vlad, you know how Maddie and Jack are. I’m sure the poor kid hasn’t had a decent meal in weeks. And he’s so attached you. Tell him he can come for dinner. Vlad *under his breath*: I would rather throw myself into a pit of scorpions than put up with that insolent brat for another-  Harriet: What’s that? Vlad: I said...Daniel would you *chokes* like to join us for dinner? Of course, this arrangement does sometimes backfire on Danny when he’s inevitably around while Vlad and Harriet are being *gag* coupley.          

[the-sweetest-slytherin]

I apologize in advance for the infodump, but I'm hyperfixating on Encanto.... I love Bruno so much 😭 I need to get these headcanons/thoughts out of my system so let's go

❗Spoiler warning❗

Bruno exhibits a lot of obsessive compulsive behaviors, many of which I can relate to. For example, he always finishes his knock-on-wood routine by knocking on the top of his head. One that really had me excited to see was his breath holding and finger crossing tic. My nana taught me about holding my breath while making a whish (for us it was always when driving through a tunnel), and everyone knows about crossing your fingers for good luck. I like seeing these things represented in a less "that guy is crazy" sort of way.

In the walls, when Bruno jumps over the cracks, he mutters a Spanish phrase. "Sana sana, colita de rana" literally translated, it means "little frog, heal your tail" but it's a phrase people in spanish speaking countries will use to console a child who has been hurt. My theory is that Bruno was either talking to Casita, telling her that it will be okay, or self-soothing out loud. Personally I like the latter, because I'm traumatized. But also because Bruno is superstitious, to the point of compulsion, so I can see him being extra anxious around cracks in the floor. (Step on a crack, break abuela's back) Also, as an ostracized member of his family, I have to think that Bruno would pick up certain tactics to manage his emotions.

Tio Bruno will 10000000% be Antonio's best friend. I like to imagine that Bruno is nervous to interact with anyone (people in general, but specifically his family) when he first starts integrating himself back into the household-- then a rat gets sick or something and Antonio translates for him, and they spend a day together hanging with the rats and waiting for Tia Julieta to come home.

I like the idea that Bruno makes mosaics with pieces of old busted visions. He strikes me as a creative, and I can see him using this art style as a coping mechanism, prior to and after the events of Encanto. When the weight of all the bad news is too much, he destroys and transforms the representation of the identified "problem". In the art book i believe it's mentioned that Bruno's tower used to include statues of Bruno with the eyes violently carved out. I like to think that after a while of doing that and not feeling any better, Bruno develops his mosaic tactic.

Y'all I simp for this man too, but I think he's asexual. Maybe a romantic, maybe not, but he strikes me as an ace. I get the vibes. Maybe I (an asexual) am projecting, but I see Bruno as being less bothered for a relationship. Not necessarily that he doesn't want kids, though. He doesn't seem fussed about not having a wife at any point, but he missed his family with all his heart when living in the walls. Plus, he seems to have a way with his nieces and nephews. Give Bruno an adoptive child 👏🏻

I'd love to see angst in that vein though. Bruno was 40 when he left, his sisters already had two and three kids respectively, and although he was the third born triplet, he was still the boy of the family. Bruno had to be expected to carry on the legacy, same as Pepa and Julieta, possibly even more so given that he was the only boy. Of course, one could argue that people were creeped out by or outright scared of Bruno, and that's why he never married. However, I know damn well that there were at least a couple girls in that village carrying a torch for Bruno-- if only to marry into the illustrious Madrigal family. Bruno stayed his ass up in that tower because he didn't want any part of that. That's it, thats the headcanon.

I had a really sad thought about Bruno's tower. In the Encanto art book, it is implied that Bruno was always an introvert, uncomfortable being around strangers or groups of people. Once Bruno's powers started to take shape, and he learned to control them, Abuela Alma began letting townspeople into La Casa Madrigal to have their futures told. There is a sign in Bruno's room that pays homage to this backstory which reads "your future awaits" and points up. Up. All. Those. Stairs. So my guess is either Casita or the miracle or Bruno himself made the vision cave so high up and far out of the way intentionally, so as to hopefully prevent anyone from coming to have their future told.

My boy is a theatre kid. Bruno is an actor my guy, deadass.

Speaking of Hernando and Jorge, I headcanon that when Mirabel and Camilo were little, Bruno would play those characters for them to make them laugh. Just a silly uncle-esque thing. A tio-trait, if you will. That's why he awkwardly explained how he used to say his real gift was "acting", he thought Mirabel might remember him a little, and was disappointed to learn that she didn't.

We are collectively sleeping on the Madrigal Hermanos, and it's frankly unacceptable, so let's do some Agustin, Felix, and Bruno headcanons:

I like to think Agustin is a tailor. He also comes across very soft-hearted and emotionally intelligent to me. So, I like to think that when Bruno starts living with the family, and everyone tries to push him to go out and get something to wear besides that raggedy ruana, hermano Agustin comes in clutch for Bruno, saying that he'll make him a new fit. He would do this, in my opinion, both for the chance to dress Bruno up, and to make him feel less pressured to go out and deal with crowds so soon.

Agustin calls Felix and Bruno "hermanito", even though he is the youngest out of the three of them.

Felix is the only one to verbally apologize for "we don't talk about bruno", specifically after he sees just how much Antonio loves his tio. Felix strikes me as being the type of guy who has his guard way up and keeps it up if he has any doubts about somebody. It took Tonito, the ultimate judge of character, to change finally his mind about Bruno.

Probably obvious by now, but I think they would refer to one another as Hermanos (brothers). Agustin had always done so, but Felix only warmed up to Bruno enough to pick up this habit after the events of Encanto.

They behave like the three stooges when in any given situation where the three of them are alone. I like the idea of them going out for "boys night". If we got a tv show, i'd like to see a classic "everyone chooses something totally different for boys night" episode. Like the bachelor party episode of parks and rec.

Expanding on that, Agustin is Ben, Felix is Tom, and Bruno is Jerry. Agustin makes them shirts for the occasion.

Okay so Delores is a whole separate post, but I, like many others, love some Bruno in the walls headcanons. One I thought of is that Delores found out her tio was in the walls for sure because he got very sick one day and whispered to her through a crack in the wall, begging her to get Julieta to cook something for him. Delores faked sick and saved tio Bruno's life.

Bruno's room in Casita changes when he returns to the family, as all their rooms did, to reflect him better. I like to think it's a cozy little studio-looking space, eclectically decorated, very similar to his room behind the dining room wall, but taken up a notch (ex: a huge, decked-out rat maze, a wall of paintings he did during his absence, many of them family portraits, maybe a space for him to sculpt/paint/etc). He has no vision cave, no sand, no spooky atmosphere, just the pad of a rad rat dad. Small, quiet, and equipped with a hole behind a painting, just in case he ever feels the need to go into the walls for a spell. (I headcanon that he does this when overwhelmed, the walls feeling safe and acting as a sort of panic room)

I assume some of the family members would walk into his room and be like ".....Brunito, we're magic, why does your room look like this?" And it might even become a point of contention. I can see Bruno having a hard time vocalizing why having a less ostentatious room with old furniture and no windows would be comforting to him

Need I even say, being alone in the walls for 10 years without seeing the sun or having any real conversation is traumatic in and of itself. Solitary confinement is considered inhumane in certain parts of the world due to the psychological effect it can have on people. Bruno would have so many little things to adjust to when reintegrating into the family system, and indeed, the world around him.

There's so much more but we'll call this part one 😅

[kindness-ricochets]

I’ve been seeing a lot of thoughts and hc of autistic wylan lately and you seem to also be a fan of the concept. May I ask why? Exactly? I could definitely kinda see it but wanna hear you thoughts you’re always so eloquent

Hey there anon! Sorry for the delay—I’m guessing you already found an answer to this elsewhere while I was off Tumblr for a bit, but just in case, here are my thoughts. This will be heavily personal, but… well, you can’t very well ask an autistic person about autism and expect neutrality!

Autism is different for everyone and can be difficult to pin down, so while Wylan is arguably autistic, he misses several beats that for me would have made him definitively and undeniably autistic. For example, when the bells start to ring, triggering black protocol—I work in a place with a lot of bells and am frequently caught too close to one and normally press my hands over my ears until it’s over because that sound is like shrapnel raking across my insides. All of them. Not just the ear and brain parts. Wylan doesn’t have that sort of visceral reaction, but that may just mean he doesn’t have the same sensitivities that I do, or to the same level. He also never, that I recall, eats meat—as weird as that might sound, eating meat is incredibly complicated with heightened sensitivities to taste and texture. I’m not sure how old I was when I realized it was strange to get up from the table to spit out my food because it viscerally repulsed me. So it might be that Wylan is autistic and has different experiences than I do. Those are things I would include in a story as major indicators of a character being autistic. This might also mean that his father’s way of raising him taught him to hide unusual reactions and stimming behaviors. It’s not that much of a reach to assume a man who tried to abuse the dyslexia out of his son would take the same approach to autism. (More on autism and abuse later.)

So while I’m going to lay out why I read Wylan as autistic, that’s why I think it’s valid to read him as not being autistic as well. Both are valid.

A final caveat, I am well overdue for a reread of the books, so I likely left something out or could have found better examples. Take this as a few of my reasons for a personal headcanon. Anyone who feels differently, that's fine! We can each read things our own way :)

1 - Hyperfixation: The way Wylan loves music

Most of the Crows’ backgrounds color how they see the world: Kaz’s shrewdness, Matthias’s tactical thinking and superstition, Inej’s faith and Suli wisdom, etc. That’s a sign of good character writing. But very little of Wylan’s upbringing seems to have influenced how he sees the world. It comes closest when he thinks about how his father would scorn his new friends, but we never see that scorn from Wylan.

The way a hyperfixation feels, it’s like you’ve always lived in a close parallel world, never fully been a part of the other one where it seems like everyone else lives, but suddenly there’s this bright shining piece of your soul laced through the other world. It lets you connect, it lets you exist in their realm, and you can’t help but filter everything new through that lens because it’s the brightest, most wonderful thing. (I had been between hyperfixations for a while when I started a new job; six months into that work, I read Crooked Kingdom. One of my coworkers thought I had fallen in love, it was that marked a difference.)

So, combining these: Wylan never really acts like he was part of his father’s world, and indeed is in some ways separate from the other Crows, but he parses everything through music, his hyperfixation. He sets words to music to remember them, like he does with the contract. Even his own anxiety is made sense of through music, when in his first narrated chapter, he sets it to music: what am I doing here what am I doing here…. When he’s overwhelmed, his thoughts are “a jangle of misplayed chords”. The Crows have backgrounds that influence how they react to the world, but Wylan’s hyperfixation is his means of experiencing and understanding the world.

2 - Literal thinking: Wylan responds to exact words

In this post, I went into detail on the line where Wylan suggested waking up men to kill them. Wylan is generally unsupportive of killing people—Oomen, Smeet’s clerk, his father… he advocates not-murder in each of these situations. Accepting his aversion to murder, his suggestion to wake men up and kill them seems like a genuine reaction to Jesper saying he doesn’t want to kill unconscious men. Wylan takes things literally.

This happens the most with Jesper, probably because Jesper talks to Wylan the most. Nina and Matthias don’t really register him past how he might be useful, Inej is usually quite direct, and Kaz is very deliberate when he speaks with Wylan. This really interests me because Kaz tends to vary his speech more than the others do, he adapts more to being around other people. He jokes a little with Jesper, spars with Nina, speaks more openly and more sharply with Inej, and he’s precise with Wylan. Kaz may not know what autism is, but he recognizes what’s effective with Wylan.

Another example is when Wylan is sketching the Ice Court plans and Jesper says it looks like a cake. There are plenty of valid responses here: pointing out that concentric circles look like lots of things, that it’s just a sketch, telling Jesper to stop looking over his shoulder. Instead, Wylan says that the Ice Court is sort of like a cake. That… doesn’t sound like something Wylan would normally say. He’s not addressing the whole situation, he’s addressing the specific words Jesper said.

One of the most heartbreaking examples of this (to me, anyway) is with Marya. Wylan does the same thing with his mother, when she asks if he’s there for her money and says she hasn’t got any, and his response is, “I don’t either.” We understand as readers that what Marya is communicating here is that she is so accustomed to being utterly ignored unless she is being used, and if she told Wylan that no one visited but to take advantage and she assumed he was here for the same reason, he would say it wasn’t the case. But he just responds to the immediate statement.

There are a lot of examples of this.

3 — 0% perception, 100% creativity

Wylan can identify things that don’t make sense or that he doesn’t understand, but at the beginning of the series he can’t make leaps, only ask questions. On the Ferolind, he wonders about the source of water at the Ice Court; though Kaz doesn’t say as much, he was clearly wondering, too, because he eventually figured out the underground river. There’s an interesting parallel here where, in the beginning of Crooked Kingdom, Wylan asks a question about how they’ll break into Smeet’s and Kaz tells him to use his eyes instead of running his mouth—at which point Wylan is able to figure it out. I don’t think this is because he never tried before, though, but because no one ever bothered to teach him. Kaz can be harsh but he gives harsh corrections rather than harsh rejections and Wylan learns from him.

It’s hard to understand the world for people with autism. The world is designed and run by and for people whose minds are fundamentally different from ours, whose thoughts and experiences are unlike ours. Imagine trying to learn English or Spanish or Mandarin or any other spoken language if your first language was olfactory. That’s sort of what it’s like for someone with autism to just get dropped into the world and expected to figure this out.

This can be attributed to Wylan’s upbringing, but I disagree with that because none of the others were brought up in the Barrel, either, and Wylan doesn’t understand trade or politics with any special skill. Kaz wasn’t born in the Barrel, but he managed to go from “stealing is wrong” to “wrong isn’t my concern” real quick; Colm Fahey didn’t raise his son on gambling and firefights; the Ghafas never expected their daughter to be away from the family. Only Nina has relevant training—and even that’s precious little, she left school way too early. The others figured it out; Wylan needed a bit more help. He also seems surprised by the way his father conducts business. Wylan takes things on face value—like the time he’s surprised someone would do something, simply because it’s unlawful. This is something he expresses to a group of gangsters. He’s never been taught the way of any world and these things are not intuitive to him.

But Wylan isn’t stupid.

He doesn’t know how to understand the world, but he does understand how things go together. Given a pointy diamond, a handle, and a screw, he cut through Grisha glass. He carries flashbangs and magic napalm, he recreates military hardware—Wylan understands how to make things interact for a specific result. But to me the most telling thing isn’t just that he puts together chemical pieces, it’s that he figured out Jesper controlled bullets. He saw the pieces and put them together.

Wylan can understand when things don’t make sense, but he can’t make sense of them—yet when he understands things at their basic level, he understands them without preconception, for what they are. This is a very autistic way of thinking about things, it goes back to the literalism. He can’t make the leaps of logic other people can, but he also doesn’t make the assumptions they do—“I’ve never heard of a bullet Grisha, so that’s not a thing” vs “Well Jesper’s an almost impossibly good shot and he controls metal and bullets are metal, so why not?”

4 - Broken brain/body connection

Wylan’s great at chemistry and drawing and playing flute or piano—but he’s something of a disaster other times. This is in particular contrast to the other characters, all of whom are physically adept. Meanwhile it’s a challenge for Wylan to climb a rope ladder and he spends a full paragraph trying to figure out what to do with his hands. It’s easy to say, well, he’s used to a sedentary lifestyle, but at this point he’s not. He’s worked in the tannery for months. He’s just physically awkward.

I have less to say on this point only because it’s about something I don’t fully understand myself. I don’t really understand what it would be like to have a body that just… does things? Like normal stuff? Without tics and stims. No idea. Only that Wylan’s discomfort in and seeming lack of mastery of his own body feels very relatable to me.

5 - Abuse

One of the most familiar things about Wylan is how he has been so thoroughly abused and broken down that he’s afraid to do or say much of anything. Again, this is a place his background can be an obscuring factor. Of course Wylan didn’t think to blow up the walls when the first met the parem-juiced jurda and got trapped, he’s a spoiled rich kid! Except, he also startled when Jesper said his name later. Wylan didn’t hesitate because he was spoiled, he hesitated because he had no confidence.

He also thinks Kaz would laugh at him for playing music at his mother’s grave. Now, personally, I can’t see Kaz laughing at Wylan—being indifferent, thinking it’s pointless sentimentality, shaking his head, maybe commenting sharply that they need to go if they don’t have the time. But not laughing. Kaz is a snarky, sharp-edged jerk sometimes, but he doesn’t go out of his way to criticize, he just lets people know when they inconvenience him.

Wylan has been trained to identify attention as negative by an overbearing abusive father who literally saw him as less favorable than a demon. Now, that may have been hyperbole, but Jan criticized everything he could about Wylan—art, music, emotion—and made clear that he was worthless and competent to nothing. (Jan Van Eck can suck a rotten donkey dick but that’s neither here nor there.)

A lot of people with autism experience levels of bullying that have similar impacts. Or as the kids these days are calling it: we go to school. We go to school where we are weird. Where we look weird and move weird and talk about weird things and there’s a whole little bevy of asswipes to makes sure we know it. I got teased more for playing Pokemon and sitting alone reading than the kid who pissed himself onstage at assembly. (This was before Pokemon was cool. I’m old.) And that is not unusual for autistic kids. It’s also not unusual for this to be compounded by relatives or even parents who may be trying to help but don’t understand and can make things even harder.

So we can’t read social cues and we’re taught at a vicious age that everything that comes naturally to us is wrong. Imagine trying to interact in society with that background. There is no guide and most advice from neurotypical people isn’t actually what they mean. It breaks you down.

Wylan’s anxiety isn’t definitive of autism, but isn’t something that was incredibly familiar as someone whose neurodivergent experiences created a strong level of anxiety.

6 — High Compassion, Low Social Competence

Wylan isn’t very good at making friends. In fact, none of the Crows likes him much in the beginning, and only some of them soften toward him by the end. (Matthias and Nina come to respect his skills as a chemist but neither seems to particularly like him.) But you can see throughout the books that Wylan wants to connect with them and be one of them, he just… isn’t. He’s off-beat. He’s weird. He asks questions and mimics behaviors (trying to be cool and tough like Jesper, saying “mission” like Matthias does, imitating Kaz’s scheming face) but he doesn’t quite get how to adapt.

But he still cares about people. Not just them. Everyone. He cares about the people they leave in the ditch outside the prison wagon, he cares about Hanna Smeet, he cares about Alys. He cares about the people who’ll take a hit from Kaz’s sugar caper.

Wylan’s awkward social skills have undeniable big autism energy. I posit his compassion does as well. This is simply who Wylan is, and that means being someone who cares about everyone. I have nothing to back up that this is related to autism. I can say that it’s like me. (Not to brag.) I can’t turn off the part of my brain that says everyone matters. Individuals can opt out of that compassion, but they have it by default. There’s a certain agony in feeling a pull toward and love for just about everyone and yet an inability to develop meaningful connections with them, and that keen loneliness… it just burns.

Again, it’s not definitive of autism, but it’s very similar to an autistic experience.

I said in the beginning that I didn’t think Wylan certainly had autism and I stand by that, but he is a powerfully honest reflection of many people who do. So he can be understood to have autism, and that’s part of the reason some people have that headcanon.

[zv5x]

Ok but like spirit x reader Steven Universe au hcs 😳 (I just rewatched Steven Universe and I love it)

Alright, this took me a little bit of thinking, but I think I got something figured out! :0 I know you said you just finished watching the show, and Spinel is from the movie specifically, but I just hyperfixated so hard on her from the first time I saw her and ughh omg I'm just gonna have so much fun twisting their lore and such because,,, When you think about it, their backstories are actually so similar! This was a really interesting and fun thing to try, and I think I'll have a lot of fun with it! Here we go, hope you enjoy this anon! Feel free to come to me with any more requests you have, as they're always open!

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° The lore of Spinel and Spirit is actually pretty similar if you think about it. Spinel was left in the garden by Pink Diamond, and stayed there for an incredably long time. Spirit was left in the Hating Simulator by Daddy Dearest for a long time as well, they're so similar I'm just laying here in bed like "woah"

° To fit Spirit more into Spinel's plotline, I'd imagine instead of just being thrown into there for something he did "wrong", he was tricked into going there by Daddy Dearest long before he even had GF. Maybe he told Spirit he needed someone to go and get something out for him, or just to make sure it was inhabitable just in case he ever needed it as a second home, and he'd let Spirit out as soon as he got done what needed to be done

° He says yes, and Spirit went into the Hating Simulator expecting to be let out as soon as he got done the favor for the person he trusted. He probably assumed time went by slower than it would in the real world, he probably assumed it was just a slight twinge of nervousness instead of dread for the future, and that he had no reason to distrust such a close friend of his. So, he waited, and waited, thinking that one of these days he'd be let out and everything would go right back to normal

° However, his waiting stopped when you stumbled into the Hating Simulator along with your good friend GF after finding a dusty game console in her father's basement. He was shocked. He never met the two of you in his life, and he trusted that Daddy Dearest wouldn't just give the game away to anyone else like that. Still, he didn't want to assume the worst, and asked if he sent you there to pick him up or something of the sort. GF was the one to respond, since you were too shocked to speak, and said neither of you have ever heard of you in their lives, and that her father wasn't even the one that had them enter the game, you did it completely on your own

° To say he felt shocked was an understatement. She said he was her... father? And that they never even knew about him? So...how much time has really passed? Why didn't he come back? Why didn't he let him out? What did he do wrong?

° He was just asking the two of you so many questions, and you could tell GF was getting overwhelmed. You could tell she wanted to leave, leave him along with this game, but for some reason you just couldn't find it in yourself to do something that evil. You picked him up (His form in the Hating Simulator is extremely lightweight, being a literal spirit) and carried him out along with you and GF

° You could tell he was greatful, now in a more humanized but still demon looking form, but you could also tell he was angry. He was feeling extremely betrayed, also. He showed no intentions of hurting you, but almost instantly after being let out into the real world he showed hostility towards GF. It took a lot of calmness and pushing, but you finally got the two of them to end their screaming match. Spirit, after telling you his name and you telling him yours, stuck to you like glue. He was always seen around you, especially after trying to harm GF. Maybe it was due to the fact he saw you as a layer of protection, or something deeper. But you didn't mind his company. You wanted to be there for him, he deserved a good friend after what he was put through

° Slowly but surely, the two of you became close enough to be considered lovers. He always relied on you, and saw you as his savior and his light. He had attachment issues, really bad ones, and was clingy and distrusting, but slowly, he healed from his trauma and became someone in a much better headspace than he was before

° He still feels pretty (really) uncomfy around GF though, that's something you definitely gotta work on with him

[oquinn53]

BNHA THEORY RAMBLING WITH SPOILERS

Okay so second bnha rambling with theories because I can’t think straight so I think of bnha! Specifically Deku.

Specifically, Deku’s endgame. There are so many theories out there and I just.... think about Deku specifically a lot. I mean he’s the protagonist and everything and I love him and a common theory that I actually do kinda think about a lot is Deku losing OFA. But I don’t think he’ll end quirkless. I think a lot of things need to happen but let’s start with me rambling about Deku’s characterization, how it can all be wrapped up in this:

Deku has PTSD. (This part is LONG and talks about masochism and mentions suicide and all that. Other points are shorter!) And I don’t mean post war arc or even post Bakugo’s kidnapping, if we want to go that far back. Deku has PTSD from the VERY start. This kid is a walking mental illness. Sources? Hi, I’m a Civilian With PTSD and I saw Deku at the beginning and I watched Deku’s horrible mental health deteriorate EVEN MORE than it started off as. This is really important to me, to state that he has it from the beginning, because I believe in the character growth and development. I might be talking out my ass but it’s fun so. Why do I say he starts out from it? Let’s look at symptoms.

A) hyperfixation, my old friend. Deku fixated hardcore on All Might and Heros in general. But he fixated specifically on All Might and he gets EMBARRASSED about it a lot. (Funny enough, the embarrassment of it is also a symptom of ADHD but I’m not as well versed in that). Hyperfixation is a very very common coping method.

B) His anxiety. Kinda self explanatory here. He’s a bully victim. He also has been literally classified as LESS. Quirkless. But also defenseless. Useless. We’ve heard that, his anxiety is there but it’s because of what DEFINES him. His self identity was born from what everyone else tells him. He’s a determined boy, but his sense of self is only wrapped up in what other people think—or specifically, what All Might thinks. Which blends a bit with...

C) A loss sense of identity. I talked about this a little bit he last part but Deku’s goal to become a hero is so tied to All Might that even when he gains the quirk, he has to have it beaten into him with warning of losing the use f his arms for him to realize he’s NOT All Might. But that’s still what he sees, even when he switches to using his legs more. He has no idea who he is. He just copies. He copies Bakugo’s moves again and again. And while it’s cool to see all the parallels and growth of Deku learning from others, there is a message of “making it his own” when Deku copies others again and again because he has no idea who HE is. He analyses like crazy because figuring out how other people do things is the only way he can figure out how HE can do things. Also, the whole language change because his image of victory is Bakugo? Literally his speech pattern isn’t his own, his every day one matching his mother’s.

D) repressed and heavily released emotion. He’s 0 or 100, both when he gets OFA and with his emotions. I mean. Feral!Deku. Do I need to say more? Yes, because I was to drive home how not okay Deku is from the very beginning. Boy cleans the beach and screams bloody murder. He has no idea what emotion to have and needs to let it out. Doesn’t matter he just did a shit ton of physical release, he has so much emotions that he doesn’t know what to do with. Just like Bakugo’s anger, Deku’s emotion usually comes out as his tears. Boy cries a lot but sometimes tears aren’t enough and Deku screams a LOT. Even his own excitement bursts out in bigger ways, with his mumbling and fact dropping (god, also slightly autistic coded maybe? Blurred lines with ADHD there, it again, not my area of expertise)

E) black and white thinking. He’s young, so that explains some of this but just like I mentioned above with the 0 or 100, he represents the mindset of civilians. He literally blinds himself at the very start to even what’s happening to HIMSELF. He sees hero and he sees villian and those are his two categories. Bakugo literally tells him to kill himself and Deku thinks about how that would negatively affect Bakugo. He doesn’t and never does see Bakugo as a villian for this. He sees “wow that wouldn’t be good for his Hero image” and because Deku sees Bakugo as a hero, everything has to fit into that. And while Deku has huge growth with this next part, he also originally viewed villains as just villains. He learned a LOT and while the society’s image becomes less black and white for him (because the whole manga revolves around the gray morality of it all) he still doesn’t see much gray area. It’s win or lose. With the sports festival, he literally won the race without his quirk. He got through the Calvary battle despite being a giant ass target. He placed in the top 8 (which he probably would have gotten higher on if his goal didn’t change) and despite accomplishing his goal with Todoroki, he broke down about not doing what All Might asked him despite gaining permanent scarring and a hell of a warning re his arms. But to point back at the beginning, this is reinforced with his entrance exam. Passing the written exam meant NOTHING because he did “””nothing””” in the practical.

F) last point, Deku’s a masochist. Obviously with the broken bones and things but I’m not even just talking about the physical damage he does to himself—which is, what, 95% of the time what he gets most of his wounds from? Anyway—I’m talking about his mindset. Masochism isn’t just the physical act of causing pain. It’s that mindset of deserving pain. The reasoning doesn’t matter. Deku only “betters” himself for the sake of giving more to others. He trains so hard, not for himself, but for others. On the outside it might seems like his goal of becoming a hero is his own but he sacrifices his body and dives into situations where he’s literally been warned he’s going to die and he just does it anyway. Eri’s Arc and him “changing the future” is what I’m referring to here and you could say “well he DID say he would change that future!” And okay, sure, but he was told Sir is never wrong. But he would rather rush into that future where he dies than take even a moment to think through his actions. But anyway, my point is him at the beginning so I specifically mean the training montage. Where he was ALREADY on a tough schedule that he knew would be difficult and he literally adjusted it and added MORE. Because, to circle back to other points because mental illness always overlaps points, he can only think of himself as 0 or 100, black and white, Able To Save or Failure. If he can’t be at 100 then he believes he deserves pain and causes it to himself. The only time he regrets his injuries is when it prevents him from giving MORE of himself to others. He learns his shoot style not because he doesn’t want to hurt himself but because he doesn’t want to become useless to others. He trains and loses sleep and puts his body through hell because he thinks of himself only as something for others. (I think wanting to save Shigaraki is a powerful moment not because it’s Pure Boy Deku but because it’a his own thinking, his OWN want, but.... it’s still not for him and will still cause him pain). And a last point on this, Heros Rising showed us that Deku is willing to give up his quirk and his dream to win and it showed us that while he believed he didn’t have any other choice, he was deeply disappointed in himself. Winning wasn’t enough. Hurting himself THAT MUCH wasn’t enough. He let All Migjt down and giving up his dreams, almost dying, becoming quirkless, all wasn’t enough to counteract the shame he held. Like god. Baby.

Other small observations or relevant commentary:

1) The doctor who told Deku he was quirkless is the same doctor who worked on Shigaraki. Same doctor who can perseve dead bodies. Same doctor who worked with AFO and all that. (See? Short! Will be relevant soon)

2) One for All is tied to All for One. OFA was literally created the moment a hand reached out to help. Can one even exist without the other?

3) Bakugo needs to apologize. Horikoshi has literally said in an interview post Heros Rising that Bakugo needs to apologize. Sacrificing his life to save Deku is NOT how you apologize to Deku. Deku will ask for a receipt on this type of apology. Return to sender. Unacceptable. So. Bakugo needs to apologize.

4) Deku’s dad isn’t in the picture yet. Hasn’t even been spoken of except for the fact we know his quirk is fire breathing and his name is Hisashi. Oh and he’s abroad. Oh and Horikoshi said he’ll be in the picture at some point. Given we’re in the final arc......... this might not be relevant at all to my theory because I have mixed thoughts on AFO being Deku’s dad but it would connect a few things in the theory.

SO. Finally, all of this together had me thinking about Deku’s characterization and what this (now with COMBAT related ptsd and not just civilian ptsd) means for his ending.

Like I said, I think he’s going to lose OFA. And I originally didn’t think so because Heros Rising showed his losing it and why would they do that again? The movie is canon. Horikoshi himself said so and was a huge part of the production of it. So they did that and wouldn’t do it again. Except.... Deku GAVE OFA away. Which is significant because it was his choice. And he had shame and we witnessed how much that hurt him, but we haven’t seen what’s now been tried TWICE: OFA being forcibly taken from him. Maybe by Shigaraki, since that is building up big time. But maybe by saving Shigaraki.

Either way, what’s more significant to me than how he has it taken is what that means for him, based on everything else above: he would lose his entire self identity. He would literally have no idea who he is anymore except for the only reference he’s ever had, which his from when he was quirkless. He gained friends only after he had a quirk. Every bond he has is tied to him being a hero and he was told it was impossible for him to be a hero without a quirk. Even All Might’s adjusted answer to him at the beginning involved giving him a quirk as the answer for him being able to become a hero.

I think this is the absolute perfect chance for Bakugo to say “since when did you need a quirk to be a hero”. And it doesn’t matter much what the context is, what causes Deku to still need to be a hero (whether a Situation or just an identity crisis) and I think about Quirkless Deku as a hero a lot, since that’s how he was originally written in the one shot before he was revamped for bnha.

But I don’t think Deku will end quirkless either because of who his doctor was. I think Deku had a quirk. I think the doctor stole it. Whether that’s because AFO is Deku’s dad and saw his quirk and knew he had to take it for some reason or whether it was independent and the doctor saw it and took it. The whole toe thing can be written off so easily that Deku could easily have had a quirk at some point.

And maybe, if AFO and OFA are cancelled out, the quirks that were stolen go back to their original owners. Meaning Deku gets his ORIGINAL quirk back.

As in, Deku gets his own identity.

And what would that quirk be? Hm. I don’t know. But. His mom can move small objects. His dad can breath fire. A mutation, maybe? I’ll leave that one up in the air.

And there are a lot of implications here that this could mean for him, as far as healing. And I just want him to be happy.

[solreefs]

Mmkay here are the promised adhd!Tiergan headcanons

Warning, a good 90% of these are pure projecting

He’s self-diagnosed because the Lost Cities’ mental health system is a train wreck that’s also on fire

It wasn’t really obvious until he started Foxfire, because a lot of his symptoms could be dismissed as just “weird smart kid” up to that point

Around the time he started Foxfire, he started to realize that not everyone had hyperfixations so intense they literally couldn’t think about anything else or waved their hands around when they were happy or felt like they physically could not pay attention in class sometimes or spaced out constantly

He has that lovely combination of ADHD and anxiety that makes you essentially a procrastinator with a horrible fear of failure, which is a trip, to say the least

He listens to music in the background a lot while he works because if it’s too quiet he spaces out but if it’s too loud he can’t focus

Speaking of music, human music is one of his longest-lasting hyperfixations, especially the Beatles

He used to infodump about music to Prentice a lot, but then you know... all the memory break stuff...

He used to have a ton of stims, but because mental health is Total Shit in the Lost Cities, he represses them a lot now

As far as the stims themselves go...

He waves his hands around when he’s excited over something

But it also calms him down

Not-so-fun fact: this is why Tiergan is mentioned to twist his hands together when he’s stressed or upset

It’s his way of stopping himself from flapping his hands or tapping his fingers or anything like that because he was told shit like “stop acting like a child” whenever he would stim

Jfc Aelan let him be happy for once

He has a love/hate relationship with routines, i.e. he will get nothing done without them but hates having to rely on them

Oh! He finds words he likes the sound of and repeats them over and over until they sound like nonsense

I did not not know until recently that this in fact constituted verbal stimmming. *adds to my list of Odd Habits I Have That Turned Out To Be ADHD Symptoms*

Not specifically an adhd thing, but he has terrible handwriting

He likes to read and gets very into books very quickly

Oh boy so much projecting on this next one

Okay okay so you know how he’s kinda weird about touching, especially when he’s upset? Like sometimes it’s like “get away from me” and other times it’s like “thank you I appreciate that”

Yeah it’s the adhd

Sometimes when he’s stressed it’s just Too Much because “I’m freaking out and I feel awful and oh my god someone’s hugging me I do not like this”

But other times it does help because it gives him something to focus on other than the Internal Panic

Okay projecting over

Mostly

He doesn’t mind sitting, but he can’t sit still. He has to do something, even if it’s just tapping his fingers on the desk or whatever

Okay this got very long so there will be a part 2

[fakeloveaskblog]

Janus, have you and Remus hung out other then when you go to fake therapy? You should ask him out? Keep it open, maybe not outright ask him for a date but to hang out!

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Janus: "Oh you know me anon. I am so totally known for asking people to hang out. Yes me and Remus have been eeeverywhere together /s No we have never hung out.......But I suppose you have been very wise so far. So I shall try and go ut of my comfort zone and ask him he would like to spend time together"

They were in that same spot they always stood after the fake therapy. Where they were supposed to part ways. Remus had his phone out, checking the bus times. Janus knew he had to say something now or else yet another week would pass and he would never have the courage to ask.

"Do ehm is you- fuck-" Janus wanted to smash his head open on a rock. He was a idiotic mess who couldn't even say a simple sentence.

"What?" Remus looked at him with a smile. Jan swore he had specifically practiced that smile so it made him melt internally every single time.

"Do you maybe possibly have anything to do today?"

"Oh yeah all booked up with exorcising demons out of old ladies' houses. you know how it is!" He let out a short screechy laugh "Come on Snakey y'know I don't have a job or any plans on robbing banks right now. Of course I'm free!"

"Noted. Then I am totally not asking you to perhaps do something like going to the movies?"

Remus' eyes widened and he shone up into a huge toothy smile "YES!" He grabbed Janus' hand while flapping with his other hand "You gotta be psychic or something! I've been wanting to see this movie made by a director I'm hyperfixating on but I didn't wanna go alone and my sister is still out of town SO this is great!!"

He didn't waste another second. He dragged Janus with him as he began to very quickly walk while continuing to stim.

All Janus could do was stare at their hands. Their palms pressed against each other. His love's thumb brushing up and down his skin. He had never been happier over forgetting his gloves at home.

His cheeks stayed rosy red the entire walk. It was like walking on air. He didn't even realize Remus was still speaking until they got the cinema.

"-And that's why I thought it would have been better if the hamster had died!" He concluded.

".............Fascinating" Janus replied hoping it was a good answer.

"I know right!"

He looked down and realized they were still holding hands. His happy expression instantly dropped as he let go of Janus like he was made of fire.

"Oh fuck buckets! I should have asked if you were okay with like ehhh touch beforehand! Now you're gonna cut my head off!" Remus gasped out.

"Indeed, I do now hate you and I have already hired an assassin to kill you" Janus replied sarcasticly "It's okay, I promise"

Remus let out a breathe of relief in the most cartoon balloon leaking air way possible. "Neat!"

It was 3 pm on a Thursday so there weren't any people in line. Remus didn't even give his friend a chance to pay for his own ticket. He also got a big ass popcorn and a bag of eyeball candies.

He dumped the snacks into the arms of Janus as his eyes caught on a poster on the wall advertising another movie. He jumped up and down while pointing at it, like the excitement was too much to be contained in his body.

"It's my sister! She told me she would be in this one!" The poster didn't show the actresse's face since she had on a cloke to look dark and myserious (tm) "That's her I swear on the last human tooth I have!"

"I believe you. You could be her perfect stunt double"

Remus shoot his arms out "That's what I've been saying too!!! You really are a psychic! Being a stunt double is literally the dream job! I get to pretend to be killed in so many ways! I get to jump off of buildings!! Sadly she mostly does dramas and romances and all that boring stuff"

"Well I for one would love seeing you get stabbed on film" He held his hand over his heart as he said it.

"Omg snakey!! Thank you!! Means a lot!"

He had that wide smile on his lips again. Janus wished he was able to make him smile like that every day.

"Oh the movie is starting soon! Ahhhh exciting! Horror really is the best genre!"

Janus paled "Horror?"

"Yeah! I told you all about the movie on the way here remember? You're okay with horror right?"

"O-Of course! I have watched halloween alien on elm street like 5 times!" He lied.

Remus chuckled "Sure sounds like it"

They went into the screening room. Ads were running on the big screen. They were the only ones there. Remus found their seats right at the back in a corner. He sat down and triumphantly put his feet on the seat in front of him.

"Look at that snakey! We've got the whole room to ourselves! Only...."

His eyes suddenly stopped and shifted to stare out into air. His happy expression slowly disappeared leaving a hollow look on his face. He moved his legs up to his chest and sat completely still.

".....Only us......"

Janus slumped down in the seat next to his. Remus leaned away in his seat so he was further from his friend.

"Indeed. I could poison you and no one would be here to stop me. But I won't...yet" He hoped a joke would make his love lighten up again.

Remus forced a halfhearted smile "Sure that"

The movie started. Janus was already stress eating popcorn from fear by the time the first scene had ended. Which only made him even more stressed over making Remus think he was a fat gluttonous disgusting mess! Which he was! But he didn't want him to know that!!

Whenever he glanced over to Remus he looked just the same, As if the movie was fucking mamma mia or something.

He didn't want to seem unclassy and close his eyes like a 5 year old so he tried to comb his hair in front of his eyes instead. He couldn't stop his racing heartbeat or his unsteady hands though. He didn't do well to loud sounds. Or screaming voices.

He jumped in his chair at an extra gory scare. The popcorn landed all over his body. His cheeks went red enough to be mistaken for a ladybug.

Remus glanced over at him "You don't have to hide that you're scared y'know. The audience reaction is like half the fun"

"Me? Scared? I haven't felt scared since I buried a body in 1967! This is just how I show my appreciation for movies!" He blurted out the lie in a panic.

His love threw his head back as he let out a loud laugh. He couldn't stop as he buried his head in his hands. His shoulders moved in rhytm to his giggles. It seemed to calm his nerves a bit.

"Holy shit snakey that was such a horrible lie! You're such a dork! I say that with affection I promise"

Janus couldn't help but chuckle along "Dork actually means something really dirty. I know since I was practically married to my dictionary when I was youn-"

"WHALE PENIS! I know!! You're the first one who also knows!"

"I suppose that means we're soulmates now" Janus couldn't help but say it.

"Penis soulmates!"

Janus sighed "Yes"

In the movie a man's torso was ripped from his body. Remus flapped his hands. Janus let out a quiet whimper.

"I could infodump a bit if that would make you less scared"

Janus leaned closer to respond but Remus instantly flinched back. He made sure to keep keeping his distance "I would love to hear"

He shone up into a smile. It wasn't quite as carefree and happy as the other ones but it was still his smile and Janus had caused it. It made him feel warm.

He started rambling about the director's other movies and how the themes tied in with this movie. About how the director had studied to be a doctor so he know enough about biology to make all of the gore extra realistic. About how the movie soundtrack's added to the scare even though they were often silly. All while stimming. Sometimes he went quiet to focus on the film while Janus curled in on himself and closed his eyes.

Honestly Janus could have heard him go on for hours but sadly the movie eventually ended. And they eventually got out of the cinema. And eventually the snacks the shared while sitting on a bench outside also ended. And the conversation died out.

It was only around 5 pm but the sky had already started to darken. The streetlamps were getting lit one by one, and a few people were standing in line for the next movie. Janus feared having to say goodbye.

Luckily he didn't have to as Remus quietly asked "Could you like follow me home? The apartement is only 15 minutes and a minor murder spree away"

"Of course!" He replied a bit too excitedly.

He made sure to not walk too close as to not make him flinch again. Remus started to subconsciously hymm on a song after some time of silence. Janus couldn't stop feeling over the moon at the fact that he was hanging out with someone! And he seemed to like him!! And he was in love with him no less!!!

"Snakey I think I gotta admit something kinda dorky-"

"Is it the murder in 1967? We've all been there"

"Actually it was in 1987. Okay but really.....The only friends I've ever really had has been my sister and my ex, and some online friends here and there I guess but we lost contact really quickly. What I mean is that I'm really rusty on this whole friend thing and I'm just glad that you don't get annoyed by my infodumping or stimming or....or the whole me!"

Janus' eyes widened and he slowly let up into a laugh "Oh! Oh I have been so worried for nothing then! I've never had any friends, at all! This was literally the first time I ever went to a movie with another person! We're the same!"

Remus giggled "We really are penis soulmates!"

"I am begging you to not let that become a thing"

"Too late! It already is! We're both friendless dorks you motherfucker!! Of course we're penis soulmates!"

Janus sighed "I am suddenly so glad we are close to your place so I can get away from you.....That was a lie"

Remus lightly punched his shoulder "Better be. Or else I'd have to kidnap you!"

He stopped in front of a series of building of obviously quite glamorous apartements. Janus was honestly starting to wonder if he had a sugar daddy and or sold drugs. Or else he had no idea how he could afford all of this.

They stopped right in front of the entrance. Remus crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. Janus fiddled with his sleeves. Neither of them wanted to say goodbye.

Janus shuly glanced at his love's face. His birtmarks which he so wanted to press kisses to. His fluffy hair he would love to nuzzle into. His full lips which he thought about running his finger over every time he looked at them. He was beautiful. Just beautiful.

"Sooo....I guess I will either see you in hell or in fake therapy next week?" Remus asked.

"For sure"

He awkwardly opened the door "Well I will see you then then!" He did fingerguns "Bye penis soulmate!"

Janus rolled his eyes while waving "Bye.....phallus companion!"

The door closed and he was left in the silence. It took a few second and then

"YES! OH I did it! I survived! Aphrodite would be so proud of me!!"

Janus had to sit down. He was going to explode. He couldn't stop moving his hands around. He was going to pass out. He had never been happier. He deserved a whole soup bowl of ice cream.

He took off his beanie to drag his hand through his hair. He felt breathless from happiness as he stared up at the sky. He had never felt more in love.

He looked at where he imagined you would stand if you had a corporeal body.

"So I suppose your advice worked quite well. It did sound like he wanted to hang out again...So anon....or whatever voice that is in my head that asks me things......Do you have any suggestions on what we should do on our next hangout?"

[omegawolverine]

Yo yo yo Please Rant to me about the hyperfixations you rarely talk about (idk what to ask about specific cause idk much about any of them but i wanna hear!)

i started answering this yesterday and then realized like half way thru that i did not have enough motivation to talk about that hyperfixation atm so sorry this is late lol

but, i will now be talking about...why i think shikamaru and choji should be boyfriends bc i have zero self control and think this topic should be discussed more.

uh, note first tho: i havent finished naruto and i basically only hyperfixated on arcs during the first half of the series, specifically like the chunin exams and the sasuke rescue arcs so if i get things wrong its bc i genuinely just dont fucking remember, dont know or could not care less about the rest of the series

also slight cw for mentions of canonical fatshaming!!

so, for starters, shikacho are supposed to be best friends but no other friends in this show act like them. literally none. not the girls, none of the other guys, you get the point!! and like. i think that's kinda gay. and i would like to discuss why they come off as gay sooooo let's fuckn go:

choji and shikamaru know each other better than anyone to the point where choji is able to predict whether or not shikamaru will cop out of a fight within the first few minutes of it starting. sure, this could be best bros behavior, but also every other relationship in this show, especially the romantic ones, have like. half the development that this one has, if not less, which is saying something considering shikamaru and choji are fucking background characters

shikamaru was chojis first friend and ever since then they've gotten into this thing of knowing what the other does and why kinda stuff?? not gonna elaborate bc this is like a consistent thing that is shown between them lol

shikamaru knows exactly what kind of fighter choji is and knows that he isn't outstanding and loses a lot but still trusts him entirely when they go into fights and depends on him heavily, even if it isnt technically the best idea

shikamaru is the only one who ever defends choji and will yell at people for calling him fat (they're very very reassuring with each other no matter what)

choji is one of the only people to ever realize shikamaru was really smart besides asuma (like before the chunin exams at least)

choji, when told by ino that girls won't like him bc he's fat and they never will, literally looks like he couldn't care less but when shikamaru starts praising him, telling him to just be himself, etc, he gets all blushy...homosexuality, if I do say so myself

shikamaru constantly praises choji on his skills even tho its known that 1) shika doesn't praise people easily and 2) choji isn't very skilled compared to like. most of their peers

shikamaru brings choji on missions even tho he's told by everyone he's dead weight. boyfriend culture my friends-

choji praises shikamaru for being smart constantly and says that without shika they'd be fucked throughout all of their exams. not necessarily gay, I'm just a sucker for bfs praising each other

also choji is the only one who acknowledges and respects shikamaru as a chunin on the mission to get back sasuke. everyone else is complaining and saying it's stupid that they have to follow someone like shikamaru and chojis just like we literally need to listen to him, he is the only one of us who knows what the fuck we're doing and how to do it, he is the only one of us with the fucking brains to pull this shit off, etc. and im like!!! choji!!!!!! we stan!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways theres most definetly more bc i havent finished this series or rewatched the shikacho parts in months but like. idk. i just think they should be shipped more and im pretty sure the main reason they arent is bc choji isnt the stereotypical hot anime boy, which is gross. like. they have the most chemistry out of everyone on that goddamn show but yall ain't gonna ship them bc you don't think chojis hot? weird ass mfers

[pluviophile-bookworm]

HSMTMTS 2x9: so dreaded, so exciting, 'Sword!' (yeah, I went there, I've been thinking about this scene - you know the one - since yesterday for some reason)

After two computer malfunctions and a very tough, very sleepless night, here I am with a third attempt to write this post. The universe is against me today. Is Mercury in retrograde or something? Ugh, I just want to get this over with already. And I haven't even managed to see half the episode yet. You better like this cursed post because it's taken me two hours at this point, and will probably take another to finish - and that is if nothing goes wrong this time. Please bear with me. This is my reaction to HSMTMTS 2x9, take 3. Let's hope and pray it's the last one.

I'm normally [unpopular opinion alert] a very spoiler-positive person (it's the combination of anxiety and ADHD and a bunch of other stuff, I suppose), but for this one I've been refraining from looking at the tag all morning, so by now I'm simply bursting with impatience. But before we dive in, I need to get some stuff off my chest.

Some pre-watch thoughts and feelings (let's see how well they will have aged by the end of the episode):

Seriously, what is with whoever writes this show? I know it's impossible, but I feel like they've been toying with my emotions specifically all season. Like:

Ah, so you were a Rini shipper last season? Great, now we'll make them obnoxious and borderline toxic to the point where you actually want them to break up, but then their old chemistry will be back just for the breakup scene so that you can cry your eyes out over the one couple you couldn't stand - even though you can't seem to relate to a single song from Sour, we'll make you feel like you do for a hot second. At least it will remind you that you loved Ricky.

So you say Redlyn own your heart and soul? Great, we'll make you dread something going wrong with them for a week straight, and mess up your sleep schedule beyond repair over it. You're welcome!

We heard you said Rodfini give you life? Perfect, how about a big Seblos fight? And would you like a side of questioning your choice to stan Carlos with that? Because what is life without a little anxiety, a bit of doubt of your ability to read people, and a pinch of existential dread, right?

Ah, so you claimed not to ship Portwell romantically, is that right? Brilliant, we'll make you ship them and then we'll use that to torture you, too.

You've been excited about ABF and Asher Angel guest-starring ever since they were announced? Magnificent! We'll make you hate ABF's character to the point where you can't even look at him, and we'll make you call him names you thought yourself incapable of uttering. And as for Asher, you'll be left waiting for him until the last third of the season, and then you'll dread the possibility of hating his character, too. Do you love us yet?

Oof! Right then, I've got that out of my system. Time to dive in.

Miss Jenn playing around with the backgrounds is, like, 90% of the people who had online school this year, and honestly, I love that for her.

Wait, why is Nini first on this call? Are they going through with the Rose thing? Cos like, the song is nice and all (and, might I add, much more to my taste than nearly all of Sour, don't @ me), but if they use it, it will get them disqualified. They’ve been told that! Gosh, please let me be wrong about this.

We get it, Carlito, rich and fancy and over-the-top is kind of your thing, but have you stopped for a second to think about how others will feel about this? Especially Seb, whom you claim to care about. Seriously, though, I love Carlos and would not hesitate to die for him, but I’m getting the feeling that, unlike my other favourite (you know the one), he wouldn’t do the same for me. Oh well, he’ll figure it out. He’s just a kid. Give him time.

Wait, Milky White? Is that an Into the Woods reference I smell? Cool! If I had a cow, I’d totally name her Milky White (or Gertrude, but don’t ask me why). I just hope they don’t have to, like, take her to the market and exchange her for magic beans, if you catch my drift.

Ahhhhh, Caswell cousins content! We love to see it!

‘You guys are watching, like, old old movies’ WTH, Nini (or is it Nina)? Scary Movie is literally younger than me. But what do you know about it, you 21st-century baby! Ugh, I don’t know why I’m being so hostile today... must be the lack of sleep. Hope it doesn’t influence my reactions to the episode so dramatically as to make me forget how much I love this series. Because I do.

Yay! Big Red is here! I can finally smile. And did Ash just say they’re soulmates? Because yes they are! Ahhh my heart is going to explode.

‘Nini, have you heard from [Ricky]?’ Yikes, awkward... but of course, Big Red can be counted on to save the day here, too.

Ok, so that was a cool cold open. Time for some nice in-person scenes, though. I did not spend all of three semesters doing online school just to have the characters of my favourite series do the same.

Wow, Gina is really embracing that French accent thing! And I really don’t want to think about, erm, ‘Napoleon over here’ right now, but I really think the fact that she’s doing it better than him will be another piece of evidence towards my theory of fake-French!Antoine... ugh, I said his name. Oh well. Back to Gina. Too bad the French thing didn’t work out for her.

Ahhhh, Portwell with Ash in the background! And Ash is going to paint EJ’s nails! I feel like he’s going to end up loving that, despite what he says right now. But seriously, I just love how comfortable these two are with each other. Can you blame me now for shipping them as friends? Well, I mean, it’s obvious they will be more than friends, and somehow, despite the amatonormativity of it all, I’m here for it.

Wait, was that Asher? That was Asher, I’m 100% sure of it. And Gina said ‘a sign’ and then looked at him, even from the back... what am I supposed to think and feel here? I’m confused. Moving on.

Ahh, poor Ricky being a burrito... good thing that breakup scene last time reminded me that I love him, because the entirety of the season before that was very good at making me forget that.

Wait, did she say ‘the Bean’? As in, that Bean? The infamous Bean? LOL.

‘So the only time you two talk to each other is to gossip about me’ Boy, did I feel that. I once got my hands on my dad’s mobile and I... kind of went through his texts with mum. Yep, all about me and my brother. At this point I feel like they’re only together because of us. But this is getting too personal. I’m here about the episode, not to rant about my family. Moving on.

Yikes, looks like Nini’s got writer’s block all over again. Am I supposed to feel sorry for her? Because I kind of don’t. I mean, no hate towards her, none at all, but that entire scene just felt awkward and unnecessary. And not just because it’s her first time going live. That I can understand. What I don’t understand is why the writers can’t seem to do anything creative and interesting with Nini. Olivia is being wasted there. Idk, that’s just how I feel. Again, no hate.

Ahhhhh it’s Asher! And well, he’s not Jonah, but I kind of really like him as Jack. I wonder if that will last.

So is it just me, or is anyone else not quite sure how to feel about Ricky’s mum? I mean, their interactions seem kind of awkward and strained, but that’s how it’s supposed to be given their recent history, and yet something just doesn’t sit quite right with me.

‘You there, Muse? It’s me, Nini!’ Ah, so it’s Nini again? I didn’t get the memo. Gosh, this episode is kind of really underwhelming. The most exciting thing so far (but not nearly as exciting in practice as it was in theory) – Asher and Sofia’s on-screen reunion. The second most exciting thing? The thought of Ash painting EJ’s nails. Everything else? Kind of ‘whatever’. Is this what I tossed and turned about all night? Totally not worth it. This episode better get, like, 300% better right this instant. It’s just not worth all the frustration and excitement and dread so far.

Looks like my prayers from just now have been heard! That improv scene was hilarious! Guess it was lucky that Miss Jenn had them do improv before this moment. But I need to know more of Jack’s backstory now.

Ok, so that was awkward! So Kourtney is talking to Howie again, I guess. And I guess I know now what Carlos did that was all public and no subtle. Still, what’s wrong with posting photos from your holiday? Guess I don’t exactly know yet what Carlos did to piss the others off so much.

Great, now I’m tempted to google butterfly faces. Good thing I’m not eating anymore. *** Ughhhhh this was a mistake! Please don’t ever look a butterfly in the face if you want to stay sane. Don’t be like me.

Ahhh the Duke sweater! ‘Is that your boyfriend’s?’ Well, not quite yet, it’s not... *screams in Portwell*

Oh, now we’re talking! But seriously, Ricky? The ‘my friends think’ card? Why don’t you just say ‘I think’? It’s clearly something you’ve thought about a lot. I feel like I’m going to love this scene or cry over it or both.

Ooh, therapy. It’s not just... basically the entire fandom... who says it now. Please tell me that means Ricky will be going to therapy at some point. Says the girl who is currently firmly refusing to go to therapy in favour of hyperfixating on HSMTMTS and getting back into the good old practice of having imaginary friends... yeah, I’m one to talk.

My, my, my! Seb has really had it now. I mean, it was about time, but... not quite like this. My heart is starting to do some weird stuff, I can feel it. I might need to lie down.

Ok, so as much as I envy North High for getting to see so many shows on BWay – basically living out my dream – stalking East High on Instagram and being shady about them taking a well-deserved break... just goes beyond all limits. I mean, if you’re so into Broadway shows, you should know as well as I do what happened the last time a certain founding father did not take a break. Maybe you’re the ones in need of a break here.

Nini on the call with the Caswell cousins, though... ‘I’m obsessed with both of you’ – first relatable thing she’s said or done all season. And EJ playing with old toys is pure gold.

Oh, so Jack’s dad is a pilot. Makes sense, I guess. I’m kind of intrigued by this guy. Just as long as he doesn’t try to come between Portwell before they’ve had the chance to happen, you know...

Ashlyn might need to stop swooning over Nini’s songwriting or Big Red might get jealous... I mean, I would not have pinned him as the jealous type before 2x7, but ever since then... I guess insecure + dating a girl like Ash = the jealous type. And although that looks good on him, I’d bet anything it doesn’t feel particularly pleasant on his side. So... wait, why am I talking about Big Red? He hasn’t even got anything to do with the scene at hand. But then again, there’s been so little Big Red content in this episode that I seem to be trying to make up for it. Still. Stay focused.

Ooh, so Big Red did edit that video! Is there anything my boy can’t do? Ok, now I feel like he’s even more criminally underappreciated than he was before. But let’s look at the video. I’m curious to see the whole thing because that sneak peek from yesterday simply hasn’t been enough.

That was... really, really cool! I love how they took the ‘when they go low, we go high’ line from last time and run with it. Now if only they were putting as much effort into BATB... North High wouldn’t know what hit them.

Hmmmm... I guess Gina and Jack could be what I originally wanted Portwell to be... really cool friends. Unless it’s one of those ‘airport magic’ things. Oh well. It probably is. Was that all we’re seeing of Asher here? I did not wait 2/3 of the season for this. Though it was nice.

Ooh, Ricky’s solo song... why is there more Rini chemistry in this song than there was in all the season? Not counting the breakup scene, of course. Also, I feel like it’s just as much about him and his mum as it is about Nini. Some say music is the best therapy. I think they might be right. And no, I’m not crying. You are.

The granola bar, though... this episode might have been very underwhelming in the first half, but... it delivered in the Portwell front, and the music was *chef’s kiss*, so I’m willing to let it slide that the advertised Seblos ‘big fight’ was not touched upon nearly enough. Maybe next week...

Ok, now that we’re done watching the episode, let’s see how my feelings from the beginning have aged:

The Rini breakup: apparently, along with reminding me that I love Ricky, it has rendered me unable to look at Nini. What’s up with that? If this is some sort of tactic along the lines of ‘Olivia might be leaving the show so we’re making you hate her character so that you won’t miss her’, it’s not really working. Because I don’t want to hate Nini. Believe me, I don’t.

Redlyn: ok, so there’s nothing wrong with them whatsoever - we even got a ‘soulmates’, which I loved - but first they’re being swept under the rug, and then the antis come at us with that ‘their relationship is underdeveloped’ nonsense. Individually, though, I liked them in this episode (even if there was a significant shortage of Big Red), and Ashlyn collaborating with Nini again was cool, but... what I really wanted to see was her painting EJ’s nails. Did she even get the chance to actually do it? Maybe next week.

Seblos: I’m still failing to understand exactly what Seb thinks Carlos did wrong (please enlighten me if you did catch that, I’m kind of slow), but he (Seb) does have reasons to be mad at him (Carlos)... and at other people, too. Still, if you want to have a fight between two people in a relationship, you could do much better than whatever this episode was. Maybe next week. I notice I’m saying that a lot. Guess I’m putting a lot of hopes on 2x10. I just pray it doesn’t disappoint.

Portwell: boy, am I happy that my frustration on this front did not age well! What I mean is, apparently they’ve decided to bless us, not torture us for once. Even a rather disappointing episode like this one had to have some sort of silver lining. And Portwell is it.

Asher as Jack: well, luckily I didn’t hate him, but... it’s kind of the opposite problem. I loved him and now they’re taking him away from me. Guess I just can’t win here. Oh well. At least he didn’t have the screen time to get in between Portwell...

All in all: 2x10, my hopes and prayers are with you!

[buildarocketboys]

8 and 12 for the autism asks?

Woops, sorry anon, you gave me the opportunity to infodump about autistic!Nathan and I'm afraid I took it lol

8. If you have any, what are your special interests?

Honestly at the moment it's probably mostly just Heroes (and specifically Nathan and Peter Petrelli lol). Like I usually say cooking/baking but somewhere in the past few months that's kind of faded out a bit and I don't love doing as much as I did, which is a shame. Apart from that I've kind of been having fairly short-lived hyperfixations (I'm currently watching season 4 of Glee after stopping at s3 last year, which was probably the wisest place to end but never mind).

12. Do you headcanon any characters as autistic? If you want, tell us why you headcanon them as autistic.

Aha...see my previous post. But I'm gonna give a rundown on why I headcanon Nathan as autistic, because I think it's a headcanon with a lot of evidence:

- Fake smile/exaggerated facial expressions

- makes weird/awkward comments/jokes (gifset)

- Stims (even though he masks a lot) (gifset)

- Scripting (gifset) - also his career/s as lawyer/politician are ones that involve a lot of talking/interacting with people but a. They're things that you can probably script/practice a lot of, go over every scenario etc and b. Nathan sucks as a politician lol. Like he can deliver a speech OK, but he was gonna lose (and knows he's going to lose) when he's running for Congress which is why Linderman has to kidnap Micah to fix the vote and also he literally only becomes Senator in s3 bc the Governor sees him having a mental breakdown on TV and obviously thinks 'this guy will be so easy to manipulate'

- Echolalia (there are several examples of Nathan repeating back something someone's already said to him, I think my favourite is in the s1 finale when Claire tells him that "the future isn't written in stone" and he repeats that back to her later when he flies in to have his Big Damn Moment

- Tripping over his words/words running into each other (gifset)

- Black and white thinking ie in Haiti when he's like ‘If I don’t save the world I’m basically evil’

- on the other hand, difficulty knowing what the right thing to do is, relying on other people to tell him - His whole ‘what is right/why can’t I tell the difference speech’/asking Peter what he should do

- in .07% - difficulty comprehending/empathising with a large amount of people/finds empathy difficult for people he doesn’t know/care about - I have a fairly developed headcanon that's pretty much canon about Nathan's Big Damn Moment saving Peter/New York really being entirely bc of Peter and his empathy for him (and knowing/being told by Claire how much it'll kill him to be responsible for the deaths of millions of people, since Peter has a hyperempathetic streak bigger than he is) - but yeah, that. (Actually I might make a post about this bc there's a fair amount of detail in it that's basically what I take from what we're actually given in canon and I think it would make a nice piece of meta. I talk about it with Anni all the time.

- despite not exactly being the most honest/moral person, Nathan's also really not that good at lying, especially when he has to do so spontaneously/improvise. Family brunch is probably the best example of this

- the people that Nathan most vibes with (as in, makes a real connection with that isn't shallow and based on him masking and trying so hard to fit in) in the show are characters that are either neurodivergent/mentally ill in canon or who I headcanon as neurodivergent/autistic: Nathan+Hiro (who I also headcanon as autistic), Nathan+Matt [who's canonically dyslexic], Nathan+Niki [DID(/multipersonality disorder lol, which is obviously poorly handled by the show but still, the mentally ill/ND vibes)], Nathan+Peter obvs. Claire's probably the only one who doesn't fit this but a. They don't vibe immediately, Claire takes a while to actually understand him and b. Claire's best friend is Zach and her S4 gf is Gretchen. Both of whom have incredibly autistic vibes. Claire is basically the ND equivalent of a fag hag (in the nicest possible way - I love her)

- kind of a sad/horrible one, but when Arthur says ‘I made you’ to Nathan in s3 it really gives me Lovaas being like with an autistic person you have to build the person from the ground up gross dehumanising vibes. Arthur is the worst lol

- Is actually extremely emotional (and a lot of his actions are extremely emotionally motivated - for better and for worse) e.g. Angela talking about him being ‘overly theatrical wrt Kelly’s death/calling him a sap, and him not even being able to look at the photo Meredith shows him of Claire (that whole scene really shows how hard he tries to mask his emotionality to his own detriment; he can barely look at the photo bc it's so much, and then he doesn't get Meredith to call Claire back - even though he basically came down to Texas to meet her - because he doesn't know how to handle his emotions about finally meeting the daughter he thought was dead without losing it)

- Obsessiveness (the hundreds of photos of Peter thing+him literally calling himself obsessive)

- Mostly blank/unemotional facial expression and relatively monotone voice even when talking about/in extremely emotional situations (e.g. I’m not leaving you Peter). His voice *does* show emotion sometimes but only in really intense situations and even then rarely (I think this is partly masking, partly his natural expression)

- Doesn’t like touch (apart from if it's Peter/someone else he feels safe with) especially when emotional (gifset) also his and Claire's hug in s1 is extremely awkward lol

- Burnout/losing control of his life (s2 and also kind of s3 - Nathan's a mess). Basically all the mentally ill Nathan stuff - side effects of autistic burnout/masking for basically all his life

[crescent-woods]

sprint fic - the dupain-couffaine-cheng christmas

[happy christmas, @mamanabeille! i hope you enjoy! i chose your prompt christmas traditions, but it’s also got some first christmas in it!]

ao3

Ankara, Juleka, Luka, and Rose gathered on the couch across from the lone chair Marinette sat in. Luka had told her about some big, important tradition she absolutely needed to be at their house on time for, but he hadn’t said anything about what that tradition was. Knowing the Couffaine Chaos for years at this point, Marinette guessed it had something to do with music, either live or recorded, blasting from the massive speakers and shooting multi-holiday decorations onto people and buildings from canons. 

She was half right. 

The big, important, be-there-on-time, please don’t miss this it will literally kill Momarka tradition, was… playing rock-covers of holiday music when they decorated the boat. Honestly, that was calmer than what she expected from them. 

Luka and Anarka set to dragging out the boxes of decorations from somewhere in the boat, Juleka pulled out some snacks (chips and dips and guacamole?) from the kitchen and set the playlist to gently sound throughout the boat, and rose bounced Marinette through the boxes and their labels, holidays, meanings, and which rooms to decorate with them. That last part was surprisingly specific.

The typical, secular Christmas decorations were reserved for the kitchen and the family room, and their fake Charlie-Brown-esque tree in the family room. The more Christian Christmas decorations went in the bathroom. More specifically, the small, creepy, plastic nativity set right at eye level in the shower.

Yule decorations were mostly in Juleka’s room, although some were also placed around the family room and in other places of the boat. That was typically done by Rose because she knew more about meanings and significance than the other residents. 

Hanukkah decorations were places *where they need to go* and in Anarka’s room, but don’t you dare set them up for her, just place them in the doorway and she’ll put them ex-act-ly where they need to be. 

“Okay, lassie. If ye think ye got all that down, stick to Luka and he’ll make sure this boat’ll be lookin’ spiffy by the time we’re done!” Anarka yelled as she grabbed a box and set off on her own path.

Marinette mock-saluted, muttering an aye aye, Captain, and followed Luka to the kitchen with the Christmas box. 

***

By the time the family was done decorating, the house really looked like one would imagine the Couffaine house during the holidays. Their small tree was loaded with ornaments, and as the two couples settled on the couch to enjoy a movie and some treats, Anarka set one last ornament on the tree.

“Well, I suppose it’s time to welcome you to the boat family, Marinette. Since my mother’s mother, each child in the house gets a special ornament added. Ye can probably guess which one belongs to who.” It was actually pretty obvious, Juleka’s was the smallest but also had the most sparkles, Luka’s was covered in blue and flowers, Rose’s was hot pink and purple, and she thought she saw a broken, lime green gingerbread man in the back.

“Now that yer part of the family, the kids picked this one out for ye. Welcome, darlin’.” Her friends, and family she supposed, squished her in the tightest, most loving hug she had ever been the center of (don’t tell her Papa).

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The first thing Luka was greeted with upon entering the bakery at a cheery 6 in the morning on December 1 was the almost-nauseating scent of gingerbread, closely followed by a bellowed “Luka, my boy! Good to see you! Come back to the kitchen and we’ll get you set on up!” From Tom.

It was way too early for this on any typical day. 

Somehow the bakery kitchen was filled with not just the Dupain-Chengs, but the Dupains, the Chengs, and Alya, Nino, Adrien, and Manon. Everyone Marinette cared about, it seemed.

Luka could only mutter a croaked good morning at the merry band.

Marinette launched into her well-prepared speech. Hot cocoa was stationed on the stove, with a tray of additions - marshmallows, flavored marshmallows, shaped marshmallows, more chocolate, sprinkles, peppermint, sugar, coffee, pretty much anything anyone would want to add to their drink. Ornaments were boxed next to the tree already set up in the bakery, and rolls of lights, ribbons, and popcorn garland were next to it. The supplies for gingerbread houses were out on the counter for the afternoon. Window decorations were up front, wall decorations were placed next to their respective walls (this was very specific), counter decorations were, you guessed it, on the counter. In the afternoon everyone would move upstairs to decorate the Dupain-Cheng home. Any other special decorations their friends brought could be placed wherever they thought it looked nice.

He grabbed a cup of caffeinated hot cocoa before Marinette pulled him to help decorate the massive tree. “What do you think, Luka? I know it’s sort of different than how your family does holiday decorating, with so many people and decorations and everything, but I hope it’s not bad!”

 “I think it’s a very Dupain-Cheng way of celebrating Christmas with all of the people you love, and I’m glad you’re letting me be a part of it, sweets,” Luka responded in that oh-so-poetic tone that never failed to make Marinette swoon.

Marinette blushed almost as red as the Santa hat on her head before she turned around to grab another ornament.

At around 11:30, Sabine paused the music and shouted, “Okay, everyone! I think the bakery is done for the day, why don’t you all come upstairs for some soup and gingerbread!” 

Cheers rang out across the room and everyone marched up into the house for a bowl of Mrs Cheng’s amazing soup. 

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Luka rolled over one morning to find his wife missing from their bed. Just as he was about to roll out of bed and find out what hyperfixation she was on today, a body lunged from the doorway to bounce on top of him on the bed.

“Luka! Guess what day it is!” She whisper-screamed.

Luka closed his eyes to slowly adjust to the morning. “Um, November… 32nd?”

Marinette giggled. “It’s December 1st, Luka! Our very first December in our very first house!” 

“Did you already get the decorations out?”

“Of course! Now get your tired butt out of bed and start decorating!” Marinette emphasized with another bounce as she ran off the bed.

“Okay, darling, I’m getting there,” he groaned.

In the family room, Luka found boxes. And no wife, until she popped up from behind a stack near the tree he was mostly sure was not there the night before. In typical Marinette fashion, she had somehow decked herself out in a full elf costume between the time it took him to roll out of bed, change into his ‘festive’ pjs, and was down the hall. “Where did you get all these boxes? I don’t remember them from when we moved in,” Luka commented.

“Oh, that’s ‘cause they weren’t here then. I grabbed them last week!” She pointed to different sections of boxes, “Those are a couple things I bought that I thought might look nice, these are some boxes Maman gave me last week, and the rest of them are things that I got from Momarka.” She paused when she saw the strange look on Luka’s face. “I hope you don’t mind that she gave me some things, I mentioned that we hadn’t really done any Christmas shopping yet and I didn’t know what we were going to decorate with and she just handed me a couple boxes of things that she said were your favorites! If you don’t want them I can bring them back and we can go out shopping today, I just didn’t know an-”

“Marinette,” Luka was somehow in front of her, gently cradling her face to look up at him. “Thank you for doing this. I didn’t realize Christmas was so close and I love you so much for all of this.”

There were tears in his eyes, and that brought tears to her eyes.

“The only question I have, dear wife, is how in the world are we going to combine the Couffaine and the Dupain-Cheng decorations?” 

[emerald-amidst-gold]

It’s been awhile since I’ve chatted about Fane, or more specifically, his oddities. I need to rectify this! STAT. >:3

Right now, I’m writing a little series of drabbles of an idea that’s been stuck in my head for weeks. I only just started, but I had to pause because a thought about Fane’s healing capabilities popped into my head. 

So, minor context: Fane gets impaled by a Behemoth. You know, the gigantic Red Templars that are literally just huge, lumbering mountains of red lyrium. Yeah, one of those. Cue a very panicked Inner Circle, this includes Solas because I’m evil, and Fane in a bad way. 

Like, yes, Fane is this conglomeration of...stuff, but his body is mortal. He can die, he can bleed. It just takes a lot to make him kneel. It’s actually a bad habit of Fane’s to not concede sometimes. He pushes his body over its limitations, and ends up getting hurt worse than if he were to heed them. However, and I just started thinking about this so bear with me, what if that’s because Fane knows that he’ll heal within a short amount of time? Or, subconsciously he knows that this is the case? I’ll explain what I mean by that.

But, for the record, I’m not saying, ‘Poof! Wound gone as soon as it appears’, but I like to think being a dragon affords some heightened regenerative abilities. An impalement would take copious amounts of time to properly heal, let alone be treated so it could, whereas an impalement for Fane would take far shorter to do either. 

This obviously begs the question, ‘If that’s the case, then why didn’t the scars from his father’s experiments heal?’ This is where the explanation comes in with the whole ‘subsconsciously’ knowing about his body’s ability to heal quickly.. 

Long story short: Fane was a child. He possessed the blood, but the potential that lay within it was dormant, hidden. For nearly 24 years, Fane believed he was just a typical elf with a lot of problems. It never crossed his mind that he could be something else, and so any draconic properties were, more or less, sleeping. Fane awakens to his oddities as time progresses and as he resonates with one side more than the other. Think of it like Cole leaning towards spirit and human, and shaping around the one he ends up being depending on your choices. Time goes on, Fane gravitates towards embracing his draconic side more, thus more doors open for him. He holds onto his mortal side, allowing it ‘blend’ with the other side, but Fane is first and foremost, a dragon. His elven side grants him the capabilites of speech and interaction, things he had always desired, but his soul and spirit is draconic. So, some parts of that bleed into each other.

His jaw dislocation, his spectral aspects (claws, scales, etc.), his ability to warp and control another by emotion alone, the fangs that he tries very hard to keep at bay (*snickers*), and, in regards to this, his increased rate of healing. These are all the doors that were locked and barred from Fane for so long, each one holding a new sense of self behind them. Each side he regains of himself, Fane becomes more. It’s an interesting series of developments, honestly. It’s why I love my boy so much. He has so much going on, and yet, it all ties together in the end. 

All in all, Fane heals quickly and when Solas realizes this, he just about goes into Uthenera again. Then again, Fane showing the wound after a week of healing and going, ‘See? Good as new.’ would do that, too. 

Thanks for coming to my brain blurb! I told you the hyperfixation is beginning to manifest again. I TOLD YOU. 

[hyperfixationtimego]

hi i am Screaming i love it when adhd anon + adhd blog + idea and then infodumping so maybe also consider this

dancer au

the roles are more high stakes

you’re not allowed to talk on stage bc it’s a dance thing

“sayaka where the f*CK IS MY HEADPIECE” and Celeste has it over in the corner

Constant search for bobby pins

Constant search for spare rights because They Will Catch On Corners Of Boxes And Tech Backstage And Rip In .2 Seconds Within Putting Them On

And also,, Taka doing ballet,,,, I just think it’s neat

Quick changes are a nightmare and Kaz would have to hold the lights and music before certain scenes of the soloist were held up

I am also a dumb k*nnie who projects their extracurriculars and hyperfixations onto poor unsuspecting characters

OH MY GOD OH MY FOD HDSMIDJOU GMBGODDA?????

I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE

This would be absolute hell for almost all of them and I simply think that’s neat 😌

Celeste is 100% absolutely in charge of costumes and she is TERRIFYING. Like her expression never wavers from that porcelain smile, but everyone just knows. It’s extra incentive not to fuck things up

Unfortunately, like Kazuichi, Leon also has no object permanence and so loses a shit ton of his costume pieces shensndbsndbdn like they can’t get through a single rehearsal without something getting lost like

“Oh, Leon, mon cher! Would you mind telling me exactly what it is that I’m holding in my hands, and why, pray tell, it is not on stage with you where it belongs?” and then cue immediate [F E A R]

Toko has all the Bobby pins and spare tights but she gets run ragged all around the freaking place because !!! no one listened when they were told “hey, fukawa’s going to be in this specific location backstage - you have to go find her if you need extra things” and then immediately people started calling her over to multiple places at the same time

She also has to be very careful to stimulate and ground herself because if she ends up dissasociating and Jill fronts, rehearsal WILL be interrupted by her loud-ass laugh (it’s more of a vocal stim and less of a laugh, but that’s not important rn shdbsbd) and it doesn’t matter HOW many times people are like “Jill u can’t do that while we’re rehearsing” because.....I mean. it’s Jill msbdnsbdbsbdb

tho she does see some of the boys in tights and momentarily go .//////.

hdvsbdb sorry I’m just thinkin about how yasuhiro is prob one of the most likely to rip his tights constantly and Toko is SO done with it. “Uh, hey, Toko-“ “HAGAKURE, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU”

And TAKA DOING BALLET!!! TAKA DOING BALLET!!!! POG POG POG POGGERS!!!! headcanon that he, mondo, and Leon only joined because Chihiro really wanted to, but they were worried about doing it on their own. And then Taka got really into it and Mondo was like,,,,,o h. Leon’s not a fan of the texture of the costumes but he enjoys being able to dance because it’s fun and expressive!!!!

poor Kaz oh my GOD sweetheart IM SO SORRY HDBSBSDB yes literally catch him crying as he tries SO HARD to do everything once he realizes he missed the cues hbddvsbdbdb

He gets especially scared when it’s one of Mukuro’s solos (LISTEN SHE’S A SOLOIST AND SHE’S GODLY) because he’s just terrified of her and thinks she’s gonna kill him if he fucks up her scene but every single time she just waits onstage, looking very confused, like “......chill”

also okay I don’t do dance so I’m sorry if any of these are wrong but like. 🥺 I LOVE this okay???? SO GOOD

[autumnblogs]

Day 28: Drunkstuck

Alright, lasses, we’re starting this evening with a Vesper already in us, so let’s see how that and a couple other drinks make us feel about Homestuck.

https://homestuck.com/story/3764

Scratch’s Apartment.

Both of these little interludes with alternative narrators take place in a liminal space between the game partitions of Homestuck. I wonder how significant that actually is? I think we should probably take it as significant to the manner in which the story is told. But I’m repeating myself now from yesterday’s musing a little.

More after the break.

CW: Following up on the throughline of the past few, this one does mention suicide again.

https://homestuck.com/story/3771

I think it’s interesting that in spite of his quality as sexless, Doc Scratch is not only definitively masculine, but actually identifies himself as a man. Probably one of those features caused by Caliborn’s hyperfixation on masculinity.

Scratch’s description also tells us a little bit about Luck, and about Light here. What Vriska is doing when she steals her opponents’ luck probably requires that she be in conflict with someone - and then her powers create the most favorable possible outcome for herself, and the least favorable possible outcome for her opponent. Favorable here is the keyword, because Light is about meaning, and favor is a kind of meaning, determined by the one bestowing the favor - people create meaning by desiring outcomes.

https://homestuck.com/story/3789

I enjoy the way that Scratch’s dialogue is characterized by this sort of barely bearable self-aggrandizement.

https://homestuck.com/story/3817

Scratch calls attention to the way that certain imagery is specifically a reproduction of other imagery. Memes as reproduction.

https://homestuck.com/story/3852

Vriska’s conception of morality and personal worth remains essentially transactional - she views her evil deeds as being errors, debts that she racks up against reality, debts which she can perhaps redeem with acts of sufficient virtue.

https://homestuck.com/story/3855

I think it’s hilarious that Caliborn’s infantile view of intimacy causes Doc Scratch to react so negatively to expressions of it in his presence.

https://homestuck.com/story/3856

There’s so much emotion in this pesterlog. Vriska really does yearn to be good, but she doesn’t know how to be, and she wouldn’t succeed - not without a good teacher.

Vriska can talk as much as she wants about wanting to be a better person, but the fact that she sees so many of her evil or “great” deeds as being things that are just necessary would prevent her from doing it.

Just moving to a different mode of existence doesn’t change a thing for the person occupying that mode of existence. You have to make a change to the way that you think, and the way you approach things if you want your life to change substantively.

https://homestuck.com/story/3860

An ignoble end to a pitiable wretch.

Jack’s intervention, I think, doesn’t cause Vriska’s death, so much as it is intended to make it all the more melodramatic. Note that an instant before he strikes, the clock has definitively landed on Just.

https://homestuck.com/story/3866

Dave continues to be extremely pragmatic. He has guessed that Jack won’t hurt Jade, and is willing to use her as a meat shield with that in mind. It’s pretty stone cold.

https://homestuck.com/story/3871

Karkat repeats Gamzee’s dialogue almost word for word.

I wonder why exactly Karkat and Gamzee get along. It seems to be an informed attribute to me, like, it is propositionally true, but they don’t really have any kind of chemistry or almost any meaningful scenes together, they hug once, and have a couple of pesterlogs ever, one in which Gamzee threatens Karkat.

It’s like... a relationship that only exists mechanically in the plot.

https://homestuck.com/story/3879

I really never realized like, the extent to which Rose is pretty much suicidal from the moment that her Mom dies to near the end of the comic. Her fascination with Dave’s dream-deaths are extremely clear, and she spends nearly the entire duration of the meteor trip self-annihilating, attaining to union with oblivion through soporifics.

Rose isn’t talking about Dave, of course, when she discusses suicide missions as not a form of self-sacrifice, but a form of escape. She’s talking about herself.

https://homestuck.com/story/3895

This whole sequence really is a lot of spectacle with not much substantive emotional content, but that’s okay. It’s pretty good spectacle, and there’s a few nuggets.

https://homestuck.com/story/3912

The way that a character’s earliest choices shape the entire rest of their life, irrevocably, is a big part of the identity of Homestuck as a work. You can never, ever, undo anything that you’ve ever done.

https://homestuck.com/story/3923

The gulf between John and his Dad cannot be crossed. His guardian is truly lost beyond the possibility of recall. This is the single greatest tragedy in Homestuck.

https://homestuck.com/story/3900

Dave positively cannot help himself except to destroy things he touches.

https://homestuck.com/story/3945

I have read Homestuck through Three Times, and I’m still not entirely sure what the Denizens are supposed to represent.

I think probably the most obvious thing that they are supposed to represent, and manifest, is fear.

The Denizens represent all the anxiety that the characters possess. The anxiety about their environment. The anxiety about their Guardians. The anxiety about their peers. Their anxiety about themselves. And what we are supposed to take away from the fact that the Denizens are benign is this;

There’s nothing to fear.

https://homestuck.com/story/3953

The Trolls lash out at their Guardians and fight them without listening to a thing that they say, because they expect the Denizens to be hostile. They don’t pause for a second to consider that they might be benign.

It takes someone who is accustomed to the idea of longsuffering and compassion to be able to communicate with them.

Someone like John.

https://homestuck.com/story/3986

So what’s the signifiance of this?

I’ve already delved into like, the extent to which the relationship between Dave and Bro uncomfortably recalls the practice of Pederasty.

So what are we supposed to take away from the fact that Gamzee, who symbolizes Bro, is attracted to Tavros, who symbolizes the side of Dave that is vulnerable and soft?

I don’t think the answer is that Bro is literally attracted to Dave, but that the hegemonic abuse of English’s dupes extends to every part of the person, not just physical or mental, but sexual. Gamzee’s relationship with Tavros could never be anything but one of hierarchical domination.

https://homestuck.com/story/3978

Hey remember when I reminisced fondly about GameBro? This is one of those times.

Kanaya’s fascination with Vampires, and the characterization thereof as Trashy is a Twilight thing! You might not know this if you are An ZoomerTM but back in the late thousands, around the time HS was being written, there was this series of novels called Twilight being written that were just... hated. Check out the TVTropes page, if you haven’t.

https://homestuck.com/story/4002

Karkat can’t help but blame himself for practically everything that goes wrong. If there’s something bad that happens, it’s on him.

More tomorrow.

For now, Cam signing off, Alive, and little pissed. Just not pissed off today.