#that won't set off his sensory issues

[canisalbus]

Whenever someone says "This would kill a Victorian child." Or "This would kill a medieval peasant." I have to think about Machete. Would he... would he survive eating a Dorito?

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[sweetheartsaku]

(BLLK) LOVE BELT.

𝜗𝜚 BLUE LOCK VARIOUS: MYOSOTIS (FORGET ME NOT).

a/n: [fem!reader] AHHHHH FIRST BLLK POST!!!!! LASTEST FIXTATION!!!! hopefully not too ooc huhu, hope pt1-ers find pt2~

— characters: isagi, kunigami, nagi, reo

part two ! ♡ chigiri, rin, bachira

isagi yoichi ; love belt - jonghyun, yunha

ties your shoes for you!!!!! doesn't care if it holds back the group or how long it makes them stop for. double knot, never too tight (the occasional times my guy friends tie my laces i swear i lose circulation in my feet 😔).

embodiment of a beabadoobee song! hes such a sweetheart (apart from on the field) n' kisses you lightly on the corner of your lips or on your eyelid, holds you a little higher than your hip and hugs you with his arms supporting your back from beneath.

your mama loves him more than you do, i fear (ᵕ—ᴗ—) bro fr pulled up to your house with a rose for your mama and a mug for your dad, because who is he to pull up to his girlfriend's house without gifts for your parents? (with intentions of getting to know what they're like so the wedding goes smooth) how can you expect your mama not to fall for him after he offers to help wash the dishes?

learns all the little things you like, has a note on his phone with your fruit tea and coffee order. knows what type of materials you like, especially to the girls who have sensory issues 🫡. he always has you in mind, buying hoodies and shirts that not only he likes, but you like

in conclusion, spectacular gimme 14 more of em'

kunigami rensuke ; no. 1 party anthem - arctic monkeys

ALWAYS THE FIRST TO INITIATE. always plans dates first. has anniversary ideas months prior. he has your order memorized and makes sure the date won't ruin your latest set of nails.

holds your leg when you bounce it ! very worried when you do. always looks around for a little. is it cold? are there weird guys?

he's so boyfriend i just wanna kiss him, tells you to wear whatever you want because he can fight (#needthat)! kunigami one of the most boyfriend in the show pre wildcard! ദ്ദി(•̀ ᴗ - ) ☆

do you guys know that trend when there's a girl then her boyfriend comes in and swoops her away (or is it just me HELP hopefully i don't sound crazy)?? but he does it so effortlessly omg. didn’t spend that long in the gym for nothing

mornings are the hardest because his diligence and discipline for the gym are out of the roof. but he’s not completely heartless! kunigami feels really bad as you sleep uncomfortably without him, tossing and turning just missing the grasp that once held you. worst bit is when you wake up the same time as him, but you’re a lot sleepier, resulting in you weakly catching his wrist. breaks his heart whenever he has to go and presses a chaste kiss to your temple >3<

holds your waist on public transport. smells like axe body spray /hj

nagi seishirou ; no one noticed - the marías

BLANKET HOG!!!!!! unfortunately, you're always cold because sometimes you can find yourself freezing your toes off in the middle of the night because this little sloth feeds off warmth. if not wrapping the entire blanket around himself, is practically on top of you with his nose nestled in the crook of your neck and his lips basically on your collarbone as you run your hands through white locks (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

fiddles with the hem of your shirt or loose drawstrings on your pants. his hand in the pocket nearest to your butt, fidgets with your rings and knows which ones go on which finger by heart.

very very very immersed when you paint your nails or get them done. but nagi takes a good 5 minutes to stare at them (especially if there's charms on them) and a girl would be confused. but in reality, he just really likes them (but, he'd prefer if they'd run through his hair instead).

doesn't get the stuff on tall shelves on purpose SUPER SENIOR ALERT WEE WOO WEEWOO!!!!!!! either because its "too much of a hassle" or because he wants to get a reaction out of you (cruel)

falls asleep in movies sooo quickly its adorable. 30 minutes into the movie his head is on your shoulder. scared, due to his tall nature that he'd get neck pain when he wakes up, you have to gently pat him awake (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ and he'll ask you to carry him (???)

reo mikage ; love maze - BTS

zip up your jackets, wraps your scarves. holds your hands when your cold and rubs them with his!!!!

reo's favourite place to kiss you is your hand. craves the intimacy of it all. as his princess what the hell are you doing without a kiss to your hand before every door you open? (you don't remember the last time you opened a door before you started dating reo)

apart from the soccer club, most likely plays in a band as well. occasional school-related gigs here and there and a few enjoyable get-togethers with his friends to just play whatever. watch his performances! (SOOO cheesy!!!! says "this is for you, [name]" before he starts his pasilyo cover.)

cooks' breakfast on hard weeks. when everything seems to be falling apart, your boyfriend will always be there to help you pick up the pieces, even if it's just the little things. when you're sick GYATT DAHH will you be feeling better in days!!!!! he'll keep distance but won't hesitate to move a strand of hair from your mouth as he spoon feeds you or place the back of his hand on your forehead. but also, doesn't mind being sick if it meant you were ok.

promise rings promise rings promise rings. did i mention promise rings? its either the crazy big, expensive diamond or a simple one in silver that has his initial on the inside <33

[worstgenerationloser]

Hello! Can you please do a Zoro NSFW alphabet???

Warning: NSFW below cut (obviously)

Zoro's NSFW alphabet.

◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦

A= Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Zoro is attentive, paying attention to the way his partner breathes, making sure he didn't harm them in any way, and checking to see if he did good during the act.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part?)

His favorite body part on you/his partners, is most definitely the hands, he definitely likes the contrast between his tough, calloused hands and the feeling of their hands. (Even if his partner has calloused hands, he still admires them.) And his second favorite would probably be his partners ass, size doesn't matter.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum.)

Let him cum on your face and he will do anything you want. He also likes it when your hands are basically drowning in his cum while you jerk him off, the noises and the fact your hands are slipping and sliding almost clumsily on his dick does something to him... He's nasty, he respects if you have sensory issues, though.

D= Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs.)

He likes having sex in open places, basically he's a sucker for risktaking, although he would be opposed to actually engaging in intercourse infront of people with them watching and all, maybe if somebody can hear, but never if they can see.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

You would think with the way he talks big, how confident he is (especially in his skills) that he would have had plenty of partners in bed. Wrong, he's a mega virgin... Sorry! The most knowledge he has is from overheard conversations on different islands.

F= Favorite position (Favorite sex position.)

Zoro likes prone bone, and reverse cowgirl, really he just likes to look at you/his partners ass, but he pretty much likes any position where he can just press himself against you.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious or are they more humorous during?)

Zoro is serious, the most goofy thing you're gonna get out of him is maybe when he sneezes during sex and snickers at himself... Although he won't mind if his partners goof off, but he thinks sex is supposed to be intimate and not funny.

H= Hair (How well groomed are they?)

Zoro doesn't care much how he looks down there, so maybe at most he's gonna trim his pubes, he thinks it's disturbing when he's just bald down there.

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantically?)

He isn't experienced romantically, really, but he will try his best for you. He likes to set the mood, maybe gives you a body massage and kisses your skin gently, murmurs some sweet words, etc..

J= Jack off (Masturbation headcanons.)

Zoro doesn't jack off frequently, considering how hectic living as a pirate can be sometimes, and he has more important goals in life, like becoming the greatest swordsman... But, maybe once or twice a month if he's feeling pent up he'll relieve himself in a dark, quiet place.

K= Kink (One or more of their kinks.)

Honestly, he has a thing for spanking, whether he's getting spanked, or he's spanking you, he thinks it's one of his favorite things. Shibari/Bondage is also another, something about being adorned or adorning you in rope makes him smirk, especially when movements are restricted. Also likes edging.

L= Location (Favorite places to have sex.)

He does enjoy sex in open places, so maybe on the deck of the sunny when everybody's gone (and he's left behind for obvious reasons) or, whenever you're on a new island, and there just so happens to be a nice open field people don't venture off to, trust he will be dragging you away.

M= Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

Any even remotely lewd sounding noise escaping from his partners lips makes him blush, even more so when it's infront of people. Placing his hand or hands around your neck, not pressing or squeezing, just letting them sit there turns him on. Speaking of hands, casual groping makes him feel giddy, like whenever he gets a chance to slap your ass, or you playfully smack his, he will find a way to jump you ASAP.

N= No (Turn offs and things they won't do.)

If you think that even for a second Zoro would engage in extreme violence and basically beat you, you're wrong, he hates the thought of laying hands on those he loves. He wouldn't be sharing you, especially not with Sanji, if you even mention Sanji's name during, he would be gone within the blink of an eye.

O= Oral (Preferences, skill.)

Between eating pussy and sucking dick, he's clueless, so you have to tell him what you like. As previously mentioned, Zoro isn't one for hookups or casual dates, so you would be his first pretty much everything. Zoro loves receiving head, likes to sit back and watch you work your magic, it relaxes him and riles him up at the same time, definitely is more of a receiver.

P= Pace (Are they fast, slow, rough, or gentle?)

Zoro, during your first time, opts to be slow and gentle. After you two adjust to eachothers bodies, when he tops you, he likes to start off slow and then pound into you mercilessly, so rough it feels like he would tear you apart with a few more minutes, but if you ask him to slow down or be more gentle he will gladly do so.

Q= Quickies (Opinions on quickies.)

You gotta do what you gotta do, he likes the thrill of them, one moment you're fucking like animals, the next you'll be breathing heavily and sitting down for dinner, everybody hopefully unaware. That being said, he does like to take his time more than he likes to engage in quickies.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment?)

Zoro is a risktaker, naturally, so he's willing to try something as long as it doesn't cross his boundaries, the thrill really gets his blood pumping.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they last for, how long do they last?)

Zoro normally opts for two or three rounds at the very most, he can last maybe 10 minutes if he pushes himself, but, if you're calling the shots, he'll do whatever you ask, whether it be fucking like rabbits for an hour or two, or edging himself for as long as he can before he loses his mind.

T= Toy (Do they own toys or use them?)

He doesn't own any toys, nor does he use them, but he might be open to a cock ring or a vibrator, it just depends.

U= Unfair (How much do they tease?)

He has a big mouth, so best believe he teases you alot. The second you're comfortable with eachother, he's gonna be riling you up by grabbing your ass, kissing behind your ears and then, as soon as he starts, he's gonna be sitting down and sipping his sake again.

V= Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

It's pretty much canon that he's a grunter at this point. Zoro isn't very loud during soft, slow, and sensual sex, maybe he's gonna let out a soft and breathy moan when he slips inside of you, but other than that it's grunts and heavy breathing in your ear. On the other hand, if you're gonna be tangled in his limbs for far longer, he's gonna be moaning and your crewmates may or may not hear you two the whole time. Zoro also likes to whisper I love you's in your ear when he's gentler.

W= Wild card (A random NSFW headcanon.)

After trying it for the first time, he most definitely has fallen in love with cockwarming. Later down the line in your relationship, when you're older and even more in love with eachother, he's gonna be begging you to slip it inside almost every day while kissing your neck, although you two may or may not have been caught , unknown to your crewmates, since your clothes covered where you two were connected, they would simply think you're sat in his lap, or he's sat in yours.

X= X-Ray (What's inside their pants?)

Oh god his cock is so thick it's insane. I'd say he's around 5.7 inches soft, 6 inches hard, not sure how girthy, but trust me when I say it's so big you'll always be choking, or wincing when it's inside of your holes.

Y= Yearning (Sex drive.)

He's not the horniest guy around, but it's not like he's constantly chaste with you, it depends on his mood, whether he's stressed, happy, or sad, those can all play into whether or not he wants sex.

Z= Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after sex?)

Gives you a little aftercare while halfway asleep, then, immediately afterwards, if you two didn't have a quickie or anything of that sort, he will be piling ontop of you and snoring so loud it will disturb anybody or anything around. If you two can't go to bed after a little fun, he's gonna be halfway asleep and looking for an opportunity to nap.

END.

[kining-the-evil]

May I request a yandere house, Wilson, and chase (separate) with a fem autistic reader, please?

Yandere!House MD Characters with an Autistic Darling

Summary: Will include headcanons for Chase, House, and Wilson

Warnings: Yandere themes, mental manipulation, emotional abuse, slight frustration with reader by chase, autistic!reader. I kept it gender neutral.

Reminder, everyone with autistic is different and certain aspects are more visible in some and less in others.

Taglist: @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @flowercrowns-goodvibes

House MD master list All Master lists

House:

This man is so goddamn autistic.

Anything you do that may seem weird or off to others he doesn't even think twice about.

You're overwhelmed by everything around you? Here, he brought your noise canceling headphones.

You don't want to go to a social gathering? Perfect, neither did he.

You're blunt and to the point? He's never offended by it.

Depending on what your special intrest is it will be a 50/50 chance that he will be supportive.

If it's something he can find intrest in, you both will obsess over it together.

But if he finds it stupid/a waste of time be ready to get berated for it. House will make sure to let you know how he feels about it.

But if you ever get in an argument, are upset with him, or anything else he will buy something to do with your special intrest as a way to bribe you.

If his yandere tendencies are at the point of kidnaping he would do his best to abide by any rituals and sensory issues you have, but he still thinks about his own first.

Wilson

Wilson has been dealing with house for years, so he doesn't have many issues really.

Everything in the house is in a way he knows you like. furniture with textures you can't stand are gone, he makes sure to stock plenty of your favorite foods with the right brands, if you need any extra sensory things (like a sensory swing) he's buying it and setting it up in the house.

He would love anything your special intrest may be, not matter how weird or creepy it might be.

Wilsom will listen to you for hours about whatever it is you're interested in. He basically learns as much about it as you do because you just reread facts to him about it.

Wilson would infantize you a bit, which will be frustrating.

He's a natural caregiver, so he wants to take care of you. And seeing you have something that can make life more challenging will make him want to take care of you even more.

It doesn't help that him as a yandere is very underhandedly manipulative. Twisting his words to confuse you.

Chase

Chase has the least experience in this department.

I think he would underestimate just what it's like to be with someone who has autism, leaving him unprepared.

He doesn't get why you refuse to use a specific blanket, or why you won't eat your favorite food just because it's a different brand.

Chase is an argumentative and controlling yandere, so he may see them as you just being disobedient at first.

It would take a few breakdowns on your part for him to realize just how much these things effect you.

He would try to be more understanding, but he slips up a lot.

One thing he will push you to a lot would be social situations.

He wants that picture perfect relationship, which includes you going to stuff with him.

He does try to give you forewarning about events and some alone time before and after, but if you embarrass him during you better be ready to deal with the yelling when you get home.

[2demondogs]

hello!! i haven’t seen anything saying you aren’t currently taking requests, so if you aren’t accepting requests and i just missed it feel free to ignore this

i really liked your autistic reader x javier oneshot! if you wouldn’t mind could you write something with hosea and an autistic reader?

it doesn’t need to be a one shot, i like headcanons too, so feel free to pick either one

thank you in advance (:

Hi! Thank uu!! I forgor to put my inbox status on my blog when I was setting it up whoopsie. Also I got your other ask as well, if people don't specify reader gender I always go with gender-neutral, so no worries! :D

I'm gonna go with headcanons so I can get it to you quicker bc I have a few fic requests rn :3

If we're being honest, Arthur is a little autistic (and Dutch is just unusual) so Hosea is no stranger to just accepting or brushing off weird sentences. "My teeth itch." Sure, why not? "That sound is driving me crazy." He can understand why if he squints.

Hosea isn't dismissive of your sensory issues, though. To him, his job as your partner is to keep you happy. If you're curled up together and his shirt texture is bothering you, he might not change it but he'll find something less abrasive to put between you. He won't wear it next time, but that's neither here nor there.

Speaking of... he's the perfect weighted blanket. He's tall, lean, and his weight is evenly distributed. Hosea usually prefers to be the one holding you, but there's something that heals inside him every time you insist he lays on you instead— and something that's flattered. Not much can put him into a truly restful sleep besides these evenings.

You have a trivia contest going on. It began one day as he was more or less mansplaining the benefits of an herb to you for idle conversation on the trail. You finished his sentence, and you've never stopped trying to one-up each other with increasingly specific and obscure factoids.

He likes listening to you ramble and infodump in general. Even if the connective tissue on your end of the conversation is unintelligible to him, Hosea doesn't mind. He likes to hear your stories, things you know, and yes, please, tell him what that cloud reminded you of and why it was a gruesome murder you read about in the paper last week. You keep him on his toes.

He pays attention to your stims. If you chew on things when you're anxious, he'll slide you a pack of toothpicks to gnaw on or a cigarette; if you fidget with your fingers often, he'll pocket a ring or a bracelet to gift to you; if you rock when you're feeling out of it, he'll know it's time to offer comfort. Silent things like these let you know he cares. It's not unlike how you can present your cheek to him and he'll kiss it out of habit, without really noticing he's doing it.

Hosea is used to being the most cunning in a room, so if you struggle with socializing, he barely notices it. He's also got the chivalrous gentleman mindset, so he'll naturally do next to everything for you to begin with: ordering food, buying a room, picking fights when people bother you. Wherever you don't feel confident, he picks up on it and steps in.

[valyrfia]

I want to jump in on the charles tism conversation!!! As someone with autism, I generally find the ones with the allegations are typically the ones I relate to the most so I can see where they are coming from as I share a lot of behaviours and attitudes with them. However, this is more so restricted to those most commonly called autistic as I have seen every driver called various degrees of neurodivergent and yeah none of them are exactly typical but only a few of them would easily meet the criteria. I think more of them lean towards ADHD if anything. I don't personally find Charles to be particularly affected by the tism but I do very much see Lando being AuDHD with his chaos but also sensory concerns. Max and Oscar definitely more so leaning to autism but with Max there is cultural and upbringing elements which could have caused some of those signs. Lewis obviously has ADHD and that's 100% correct. George is interesting because there's such a difference between who he portrays himself as vs child him and that could be masking or it could just be growing up a bit awkward. If George is neurodivergent (autistic?), then Alex almost certainly is because it's easier to have strong friendships with other NDs but more ADHD leaning. I adore my ADHD bestie. And also have 1 single NT friend. I am going to stop there because this got completely off topic from the short message it was supposed to be so I won't analyse all the drivers for fun but I'm curious to hear more of your opinions on Charles (Max too but that's kind of a given on f1blr when autism comes up 😭).

Thanks for your input anon this is fascinating! Sticking my opinion below the cut so I don't feel guilty about rambling on

Charles: agree with him being only ADHD, he doesn't seem to struggle in social settings, and doesn't seem to have many sensory concerns. But he deals with negative spirals/racing thoughts probably one of the most out of anyone on the grid, he's messy and disorganised, and he's CONSTANTLY dopamine-seeking by being an adrenaline junkie or taking up a new hobby.

Max: as much as I'd like to blame the Dutch of it all, I think the autism is pretty apparent that even NTs catch onto it. He's very blunt/literal, has set phrases/preferences (his safe drink is G&T? discuss), is constantly filmed wincing and covering his ears in the garage, is a certified #loser in social situations/small talk, and is obviously (like all of them) hyperfocused on racing to the exclusion of all else.

Oscar: all the Nicole Piastri interviews are enough for me, his inability to express emotion normally yet obviously feeling deeply (the story she told on the red flags podcast about her falling off her bike and him being completely deadpan but then his heart monitor later revealed his heartrate had gone up to like 200 bpm or something ridiculous) , him telling his mum he wants to be a car when he grows up, the constant naps on a race weekend to avoid overwhelm. There's certainly a touch of the 'tism in my humble opinion.

Lando: so obviously audhd. The sensory issues/constant stimming, impulsivity, and hyperactivity, him falling asleep everywhere on race weekends (easy way to go non-verbal and recover from overwhelm....isn't it), his social and generalised anxiety that probably arises from constant masking, him constantly saying he "feels too much" and "cares too much". Very undiagnosed, very strongly AuDHD.

George: I'm leaning towards yes with him probably being the strongest at masking of them all. The powerpoints of it all.......he has a cadence some have said they find weird and off-putting, and him and Max are just ASD on ASD violence which makes perfect sense, actually.

Alex: maybe ADHD but honestly there's also a chance he's the token NT friend who has been around ND people for so long he prefers them.

[disenchantingwrites]

Remus Lupin dating Reader w/ Sensory Issues HCs

Remus Lupin x Neurodivergent GN!Reader

A/N: seeing how well-received the James post was, i’ve decided to do it for more HP characters because I love being self-indulgent.

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Remus, being a werewolf and neurodivergent, definitely has sensory issues, so he can understand your plight.

With food, at first he thought you were picky with certain items.

it was when he saw you step away from him with one of his sweaters when you never had a problem with the others, rubbing your arms on your shirt that he realised it was maybe a sensory thing.

He definitely comes right out and just asks you about it, and immediately makes you feel comfortable by letting you know he understands. He experiences the same thing.

“I’ve got issues with sensory things too, love. Like Sirius had this one cologne, eugh, I threw it out.” “Oi! That was you, Moony?!” “Yes, piss off, Pads. Couldn't stand it.”

He always makes you feel relaxed in any room you’re in now that he knows. He asks questions about it, wanting to make sure he does anything he can to make you comfy.

He knows the foods you have issues with, he knows what items of clothing give you most issue, all of that.

There are overlaps between the both of your issues, which makes it easier for him to help, too.

If there’s ever a prank he thinks might trigger a meltdown or something similar, he’ll let you know, and he’ll make sure you avoid it.

“The boys are planning to dump sticky feathers onto a bunch of students by Myrtle’s bathroom around lunch, didn’t want you to get upset, so you should take—” “I know where to go, Rem. Thank you, though.”

The others think that Remus is telling you because he doesn't want you to get pranked, but then you’re caught in one, and they think they’re going to get scolded by him. Instead they find him hiding his laughter as you just glare at him.

It’s after that they ask him about it, and he tells them about your sensory issues, and his in more depth.

The boys are a lot more understanding because Remusnis super great at explaining, and now they make sure any pranks set for you won't mess with your sensory issues.

Of course there’s a few times with certain things you didn't know weren’t good sensory things, which have cause you to overload or meltdown.

Remus is always there to comfort you, making sure you know that he’s there whenever you’re ready. He tries a few calming techniques with you to see which one works the best, but ultimately lets you take the first move to him.

He let's you know what he needs, too, when he’s overwhelmed or otherwise, and you help each other out so much with your issues.

You know that even if you feel like you have no one who relates or can understand, Remus is always in your corner, and vice versa.

[inactivehazbinagereblog]

Baby Vaggie + Snack Time

So like I've said, I see Vaggie as being autistic and think that would factor into her regression. She has exactly 4 (...3) safe foods that she'll always agree to, including pupusas, rice, chicken nuggets from a specific brand, and water. She's also probably food aversive in her bigger headspace, but she may try to hide that more since she'd be masking. As a baby not needing to mask, she has no qualms about saying 'no' to unwanted food.

'Saying' may be a strong word. She's nonverbal in babyspace, so "chuck the plate at the wall and run away" is probably more accurate.

It worries Lucifer. Honestly. He worries over vitamins, he worries over protein and fiber, he worries over whether he made her enough food to keep her full. Charlie's always been such a little foodie. Even regressed, she loves trying new things! He's never really had a loved one like Vaggie to look after, and he's scared he's doing it wrong. He's certain he's neglecting her by not giving her enough.

So he sets off to try to find more foods to offer little Vaggie! Fruit? ...no. Oatmeal? Yuck. Mac and cheese? Never. She either won't come near him if he's holding something for her to try, or she rips the plate out of his hands and slams it on the ground, making a huge disgusting mess. Not once does she bring herself to try anything.

He means well. He just wants to avoid upset tummies for her. But it's stressing her the fuck out. Every time she slips into babyspace, he wants to get her to try something new. But no!!! She hates all the foods!!! It gets to the point where Baby Vaggie starts throwing tantrums whenever she starts feeling hungry, just anticipating a fight.

Well no, see, NOW Lucifer fucked up. Now she won't even eat her safe foods if he's the one who makes it because she can't trust him. He feels just horrible.

Eventually he and Vaggie need to have a talk when she's not regressed, with Charlie mediating. With a really thorough explanation on sensory issues, plus some tough love, they're able to convince Lucifer that backing off with the food thing is how he can support Vaggie best. Not by forcing it.

He completely stops trying to force the food issue. He understands why it was harmful for Vaggie. But secretly...he doesn't actually feel BETTER. He's still so scared that Vaggie's not getting enough and that he's making her sick by underfeeding her. He thinks he just can't win as her caregiver. But he LISTENS to her and stops. And that matters the most to Vaggie.

One day, by chance, Baby Vaggie toddles over to the kitchen counter and starts messing around. Lucifer is so wrapped up in what he's doing that he doesn't notice her at first.

She found an apple pie. Cooled thankfully, so it won't burn her. But a big, beautiful baked pie he made to surprise Charlie later.

He looks over and there's Vaggie just having the time of her life destroying it. She loves the smell and the *SQUISH* of squeezing it in between her little fingers. He starts to react but...just gives up. It's too damn late to stop her. He sighs, feeling defeated.

But her laugh is pretty contagious. The goof ball's smeared pie everywhere. Across the counter, in her hair, on her pajamas. Kid's just a walking disaster and is having too much fun to realize it. He can't stay mad at her. In fact, he comes over to join in. He draws little pictures and scribbles in the muck with her, and makes silly "SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!" noises when he crushes the sliced apples on the counter. Vaggie cackles from all the energy.

Vaggie goes to wipe the drool off her lips with the back of her hand, and Lucifer notices she's smeared a big glop of syrup across her face. Across her mouth. Her little pink tongue just barely pokes out of her mouth in curiosity. Lucifer pauses and holds his breath.

She cringes and spits on the floor. Yuck.

But...the baby's tried it...! The baby tried some new food! Lucifer is delighted!

"OH you little sunshine! You little duckie, I'm so proud, you're so brave!" He goes on cooing at her until she's just sick of it. But! His babyest baby girl did a thing! Tried a new thing! On her own terms and in her own time! It's just one tiny little thing but it means the world to him because she means the world to him!

He starts brainstorming more food they can play with. More smearing! More sensory! More messes! More fun! Get his baby all the fun!!!

Charlie comes home and nearly faints at the sight of the kitchen, which is absolutely trashed. They're both walking disasters.

[foster-the-world]

I love

I love when I get to hang out with any of my kids one on one. We need to make concentrated efforts to do it more often. I'm home with baby boy all week while my husband took the girls to Cali to see his parents/sister.

Baby boy is so much fun alone (as I've said a million times). We went to the Children's Museum and the MOMA kids art lab. Kids art lab was underwhelming but he enjoyed himself. Did a quick walk through of the art. He wasn't too impressed.

We had an indoor monkey bar system set up yesterday. It took the guys a lot longer then they planned. Last night I was regretting the choice. Felt a little too risky. I think I know how we can make it safer. Its supposed to be a part of his sensory diet. We used some funds we got when the DOE reimbursed for some OT costs.

Rebel was sick Thursday night. Thankfully fine all day Friday. Flew out very early on Saturday. His parents picked them up with masks and dropped them off at a hotel. They were supposed to go right to the cousins house and were scheduled to stay with his parents. I guess his parents were worried about the stomach bug. Which is understandable but I thought it was rude not too let my husband know beforehand. He got up at 4am to take two kids on a six hour flight by himself. He would have warned the girls they were expected to go isolate in a hotel room. Of course, my husband is a Saint and just went along with it. If my parents didn't see my girls for three months there is zero chance they would give up even one hour with them - sick or not. And they weren't even sick anymore. She never had a fever. Threw up 36 hours before. Anyway not my rodeo.

Baby boys ezcema is not good. His poor little cheeks. I guess its just the cold weather.

My own scalp is so, so, so itchy. Before the last month I've never in my life had this problem. No dandruff just itchy/burning. Its not a super bad pain level but its nonstop. It keeps me awake at night. I'm assuming its related to the low iron and the hair loss. Not sure what to do. Trying shampoos right now. Probably need to do some kind of eating changes but not sure exactly what and also don't want to. My skin is also itchy but that's less persistent. The skin is also something I'm used to when the weather gets cold like this.

DOE is giving new options for baby boy since they can't find providers. I'm on the fence. It involves a different school. Its not far away, is an inclusive classroom (8 special ed kids, 8 gen ed), would include all providers (OT, PT and speech) , and would include free summer camp which also includes all providers. These are all big benefits. Its a fancy private school - which is not our vibe. I guess they reserve some DOE spots. I don't really want my poorly behaved (but o so sweet) black boy to be a scholarship kid (in essence) in a school full of rich white kids. In their defense I think by private school standards it is more diverse then most. I don't want my kids to grow up with kids who think spending $60K a year for school is normal. I think it just gives a view of the world I don't want them to have. But that's more of a concern for older grades. Not an issue for 4yo's. He can go back to our little public school for K. We need to figure out a place for providers and this maybe our best option. The free summer camp is a big draw. I need somewhere that can handle kids like him. One that is paid for and includes his services would be a huge win. They do swimming lessons and teach Spanish. He's actually picking up some Spanish vocabulary (numbers, colors, animals) so a place where that can grow would be great. DOE is setting up a tour after winter break. I'm sure its a very nice facility. Let's see how it goes. I won't hold my breathe until a solution is actually implemented.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Question, could I request the riddlers with s/o who has sensory issues? If you feel comfortable writing for it

Riddler Party x Reader With Sensory Issues

OH BOY, DO I... You came to the right place I have PLENTY of personal experience with sensory issues. Nightmare. Lots of Riddler parties lately! Seems like you guys LIKE them or something.

For those unaware, I'll be referencing sensory overload which is a common experience with neurodivergent people where certain sensations become Too Much and sets off an intensive reaction emotionally and/or physically. For example, me being autistic, when I personally experience overload I first get really irritable and uncomfortable which can quickly turn to hyperventilation/feeling like I cannot breath if i can't resolve/get away from the source of the overload. I tend to have issues with a bit of everything sensory wise, but it can be a little different for everyone with certain sensations being much more likely to trigger or be upsetting than it is for others.

TW: Ableism mention, self-harm relating to bad sensory issues

Gotham

Oh does he know all about it. He's the one who is definitely on spectrum and experiences the most outward symptoms. The worst for him is the sensations of bad touch and textures. Fortunately smell doesn't bother him much considering his old line of work. Yet if it's something that bothers you, he'll be happy to keep some coffee nearby! Coffee contains nitrogen, which helps neutralize odors. So it's a natural deodorizer! If.... If that's what bothers you.

The most sympathetic to sensory issues because he knows what it's like. He's also very aware of the consequences of too much turning into sensory overload. You'll notice a lot of his clothing is rather sleek, more of a silken or cotton texture. As a child he had this wool sweater his father would make him wear until Edward scratched himself to bleeding. Anything slightly itchy on his skin will send him over the fucking edge. Maybe you relate.

He will get overprotective about you getting set off. A little baggie of coffee beans, ready to cut the wiring on lights that are too bright, maybe even shoot someone not willing to turn the goddamn music down! Excuse me, this dish has x and that has a bad mouth feel so they NEED to take this back and remake it. If it's you, you deserve the fuss.

BTAS

Not related to sensory issues per say, but this is the man that would make the highest tier fidget gear for you. You can bet he would be equally attentive to satisfying sensory issue situations. Get ready for weighted blankets and a room that is basically a sensory cocoon for you to escape to when things get to be too much. It's not a devoid space, it's just a room set up for you that he'll never put air fresheners or candles in, it has some light sound proofing and it's own thermostat. He'll call it your "office."

He already modified most of his place to be adjustable at the drop of a hat, but now he polishes it off and gives you the remote. Dimmer type switches for all the lights in the house and you can shutter up the windows, too. He's ready to cater to whatever it is that irritates you in particular.

If you ever get a sensory overload in public, he's the one who will notice and quickly whisk you away to a quiet and safe spot to help you come down. Breathing exercises that he made sure to look up for you, hugging pressure if that's what you need and a soft voice to ground you.

60s

You are going to need to remind him a lot. It's not because he doesn't care or won't do anything for you, it's because a lot of his life is kind of nightmarish sensory-wise and he's just used to that level of chaos by now. He does everything big! Big lights, big sounds, you get it. Plus he doesn't really know a lot of neurodivergent people so it's not something he's actively aware or thinking of.

That being said, however, he's doing the equivalent of taking his jacket off so you can cross a puddle- but with sensory issues! "Oh! Pretty thing, do cover your ears, this might be loud." Mentally keeps a list of foods or ingredients that you don't like the texture of. Just in case he notices before you! Then he gets the bonus of being your knight in armor looking out for you.

If anyone were to be rude about it or uncompromising, he'd take it as a personal offense. Likely give them a witty riddle, a slight scare and then plots to ruin their day/life in the near future. No one is going to mess with you and get away with it.

Zero Year

Undiagnosed, but lowkey has the Tism. He's INCREDIBLY picky about the food he eats because of related sensory issues. It can't be too mushy, it can't be too grainy, it can't be too hard to chew- the list goes on. He's an expert at sending things back in restaurants if it bothers him, so he'll definitely do it for you.

Just know that at times he will be too self-involved and might unintentionally set you off before remembering last second. He'll be apologetic when he does it! Try to suck up and get back on your good side. Remember all the times he went out of his way to do NICE things for your sensory issues!

He will be downright obnoxious if someone else is setting off your sensory issues, however. Do you know the statistics of the population having sensory issues and YOU'RE playing loud music in your tiny shitty establishment? Do you know what that's like for someone who is sensitive to auditory issues? Maybe a little experiment is in order...

Do not ask what the experiment entails unless you want graphic details.

Arkham

Has sensory issues himself but would never admit there could be something "wrong" with him, so he downplays it a LOT as if it's just a regular experience. It's one of several reasons why his hideouts tend to lack the noise of other people. He also immensely dislikes physical touch unless he initiates it himself or it's you. So when you explain it, he's both understanding a little surprised.

Of course there's a name for it. There's a name for everything and he knew that- but also... knowing there's a phrasing to explain what he's been experiencing is enlightening to say the least. Considering this is the man that would make fidget rings and the like to keep you occupied if you also stim, he's going to try and be attentive to sensory stuff.

If it's something like aversion to his machinery noises, for example, while he's not going to stop making things... You find a set of noise-cancelling headphones waiting at the door when you enter the hideout. He won't stop specific behaviors of his for you, but he'll try to find ways of making it okay for you. Compromising! It's definitely showing his way of loving you since anyone else he'd tell them to fuck off if they didn't like how he lives his life.

Telltale

Don't take this the wrong way but at first, he's going to think you're just being overly sensitive/picky. Because you're his partner, he's not going to be intentionally rude about it. If something is bothering you, he'll try to take care of it. Whether it's a sound or smell or feel on your skin- He doesn't mind taking whatever steps to try and resolve it.

Likely he won't take it seriously until there's A) A sensory overload or B) You really have a conversation with him about why it's a big deal. Mentioning how it's not that different from his OCD triggers would be helpful here. Then he gets it.

His grand narcissism still effects his perception of other people's issues, even when it's the one he loves. Once he has the realization, however, he'll be getting on the ball and will torment anyone who doesn't take you seriously. What are your needs? He wants to have the full discussion. Because, whatever it is, he plans on you having it from now on.

2022

While it might not be sensory issues exactly, he knows the sensation of being mentally and physically overloaded in a way that could incapacitate you entirely. The moment you tell him, he's almost apologetic. Are you telling him because he did something that triggered your issues? No? Oh, thank god.

If it's related to touching, it'll be a little hard for him at first. He really wants to cuddle and be physically affectionate but he will respect your boundaries if it really bothers you. Otherwise, this guy is going to have the softest blankets and pillows for you to burrow in after a hard day. He can even lay on you or the blankets for a weighted component! Matching cozy sweaters and socks that are soft on your skin.

Sensory overload will scare the shit out of him the first time it happens. Such an intense reaction and you seem so distressed! Afterwards he'll be learning the signs that it could be starting with you and your triggers so that he can shut it down before it gets bad. He is not above murder to stop the trigger if need be. It's for his angel, after all!

[safetycar-restart]

which of the littles do you think you is the most picky. Can be with food, clothes or other things

Lando: he is the most picky when it comes to food. He won't eat his vegetables or any kind of fish so you have to chase after him and try to give him vitamins candy and fish oil without him noticing

Charles: you must pick out his clothes and dress him otherwise he refuses to wear clothes and let's just say you can tell when you're there to dress him and when you're not. (Sorry but he's lucky he's cute because he has no style ) Also he is very specific when it comes to fabric.

Pierre: must have the same matching pacifier and bottle otherwise it will be hell tantrums and meltdowns continuously

Anon 🦇

I had a whole answer typed out and then tumblr randomly quitted on me 😭 but I will persevere because I love littlespace asks they’re so cute and so soft.

LITTLE!LANDO:

Yeah food is absolutely what he’s pickiest about. It’s also very confusing because he’s picky about different types of food depending on how young he’s regressed to? So you can’t just have a couple different safe foods stocked at home because his safe foods always change.

I also think that a little!Lando’s food tantrums are self imposed? Like he knows that because of his big job, he has a diet he’s supposed to try and follow and he knows that eating right is important.

Even though Lando has already decided when he was in an adult headspace to allow himself cheat on his diet in littlespace, little!Lando does not follow this. Little!Lando is so scared of messing things up that he’ll try to force himself to stick to the diet plan even when the food makes him gag.

LITTLE!CHARLES;

Yeah he’s VERY specific about clothes and fabric. In fact there’s even some clothes of yours that you can’t wear because he doesn’t like how they feel when he hugs you.

To be honest, the entire processing of dressing himself when he regresses is an overwhelming sensory nightmare for little!Charles that he simply can’t handle himself.

Cause when he regresses, he’s in his adult clothes. So he needs to change off out of them. So he needs to take them off. And that whole process is sensory hell. His adult clothes are so uncomfy and they have buttons and zippers and it’s so confusing and he can’t do it!! He’ll end up just hitting himself to try and get the clothes off and crying his little heart out cause he so uncomfy.

And if by some miracle he gets those clothes off, then there’s the issue of choosing little clothes. Does he need a y shirt or sweater? Shorts or pants? Diaper or undies? Does he need socks? And what colours should he choose? He doesn’t know!!! It’s always so much fun when you pick for him or choose two options for him to pick between. But he can’t choose himself!!

LITTLE!PIERRE:

The interesting thing about Pierre is that even though he doesn’t regress very often or very young, there a still very specific things that must be done in a very specific way. It’s the rituals that he’s picky about.

Like the matching pacifier and bottle. Not only must they match, but you must pick two sets and let him choose between those sets. Then you must place a kiss on the pacifier before giving to him and then you must fill the bottle with warm milk. It must be done in this order and this must be the first thing you do once he’s regressed.

If you change the order even slightly, he’ll be all teary and unsettled for the rest of the day.

LITTLE!LOGAN:

Honestly Logan is a very easy little. He’s so happy and loves cuddles and attention and isn’t particular about food or clothes or anything.

However, he’s very picky about other littles. He does not like play dates. Not one bit. The moment another little is there, it’s like your sweet boy gets replaced with a fussy demon from hell.

(Except Oscar, Oscar can come)

LITTLE!ARTHUR:

For you, Arthur is a dream. You have no idea why other caregivers struggle with him so much (lorenzo has literally had to leave the room multiple times while caring for little!arthur because he just couldn’t do it).

Arthur regresses very young and he requires a lot of care, which is perfectly fine when he’s with you. With you there’s not one thing he’s picky about. He’ll drink anything you give him, take any bottle, wear any clothes, go through diaper changes with a smile, never complain about naps, etc. He’s the best little ever for you.

For anyone else though? He’s an absolute nightmare who will do anything besides cry and hit and ask for you.

[laylaackles]

Sensations (Jared Smut)

Warnings: smut, feather play, wax play, vibrator, sensory issues, slight sensory overload, cumming untouched, ice play, bondage, blindfold, red room, sir kink, use of safeword.

You were sitting in bed reading a book when you received a text from your husband Jared.

"I'll be home in 20 minutes. I expect you to greet me in the red room."

"Yes sir." You texted back.

25 minutes later, you found yourself blindfolded and tied to the bed in the center of the room. He had you bound by your wrists and ankles.

Through the years, your sex life with Jared has become more intense. He's been teaching you the art of the bdsm lifestyle. It took him a long time to open up about this side of him. He didn't want to scare you off.

"Tonight, I want to try some new things." Jared said.

Jared was soft and sweet outside of this room. But in here, he's in charge. This is his play time. But he won't push you too far. He never punishes you. No matter how much he might want to because of your brattyness.

"Bdsm isn't always about pain. It's about pleasure, too. But sometimes, it's about pleasurable pain." He said.

His voice was close. He was on the side of you.

"Do you know why I always blindfold you Y/n?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Why?"

"Because when I'm blindfold, my senses are heightened. I can't see, so I have to feel and hear."

"And what does that do?"

"It makes the sensations a lot better, and it allows me to enjoy."

"Correct. What's your color, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Green."

You and Jared use the traffic light system for safe words. Green is go, red, stop and yellow, slow down.

You heard Jared blow out some breath. Like he was blowing out a candle. Then, you felt something hot dripping down your stomach. Wax.

You hissed at first. It wasn't necessarily painful, but the wax was hot. It felt better once the wax hardened, which was almost instantly.

"How's that feel, baby?" He asked.

"Good sir."

"What does it feel like?"

"Feels hot. It burns a little, but it feels good." You said.

"How about this?"

He poured the hot wax right onto your nipple.

It was weird. It hurt a little bit more, but it still turned you on.

"Do the other one." You said.

"Dont get too demanding, Y/n."

"Sorry, sir. Could you please keep going?" You asked.

"Sure."

He poured the wax onto the other nipple. You wanted more wax, but you heard him set the candle down and grab something else.

Next thing you knew, your body was cold. Jared had placed an ice cube in his mouth and was trailing it along your body. He drew two lines down your stomach. One on each side of the wax line.

The sensation was different. It was nice. Your body was so hot from being turned on, and from the wax. The ice was cooling you down just as fast as it was turning you on.

The cube melted pretty fast, considering how hot your body was. You felt Jared move lower, then you felt the remaining bit of the ice cube be pushed in between your dripping folds.

It was cold, and it made your body jump.

"Color?" He checked.

"Green."

You'd never had an ice cube in that area before. It was definitely new, and you welcomed it.

"Have you ever cum untouched before Y/n?" He asked.

He knew the answer, but he still asked.

"No, sir."

"Well, today you're going to." He said.

The next thing you felt was something light and soft. It started on your neck, then it trailed down your body. A feather.

As the feather moved, the sensation was starting to change. You weren't as turned on anymore, and your body was starting to tense.

As the years have gone on, you've developed some sensory issues, and Jared is fully aware of it. He's helped calm you down after having sensory overloads.

You tried to relax and enjoy the feather, but you couldn't. It was too weird. It didn't feel good. Everytime it touched a new area on your body you tensed more. Your breathing started to become uneven and you began to panic.

"Red!" You said.

Jared immediately removed the feather from your body. Then he removed the blindfold. It took your eyes a second to adjust to the light, but once they did, he could tell by the look on your face that you were about to have a sensory overload.

"Hey, you're okay." He said.

He reached up to untie your hands.

Jared sat next to you on the bed. He reached for one of your hands and laced his fingers with yours. Then, with his free hand, he rubbed your body in all the places the feather had been.

Skin to skin always helped calm you down. Especially with Jared. He was always so patient with you. Once you had calmed down, he spoke.

"Wanna continue or stop for the night?"

"No more feather."

"No, no more feather."

"I wanna continue." You said.

"Okay."

Before he snapped back into dom mode, Jared leaned in and kissed you passionately. But he pulled away before you could get too into it.

He stood up and reached for your left hand. He tied it back up, then did the same to your right hand. Then he replaced the blindfold.

You didn't know what was going to come next. But if you were going to cum untouched, he was going to have to work you back up first. Which is exactly what he did.

You felt ice sliding down your body again. He used his mouth to guide the cube around. It started on your neck and then made its way down to your chest. The ice slipped over your left nipple, making it harden instantly. Then it slid over to your right nipple, hardening it as well.

The ice trailed down your stomach again in the same spots as before. He left the ice cube in the same spot as before, but this time, he grabbed another ice cube. He used this one to trail down your thighs and legs. Then he went back up to your breasts.

Jared placed the cube on your hardened nipple, then wrapped his mouth around your breast. This sensation was completely different. The contrast between the cold ice and the warmth of his mouth was like heaven.

You felt waves of ecstasy run through your body when he moved to your other nipple, copying his movements. He heard you let out a soft sigh and decided to kick things up a notch.

There wasn't much left to this ice cube, but he placed it with the other one that was mostly melted.

The next thing wasn't something you felt at first. It was something you heard. You heard buzzing. He had some sort of vibrator.

You expected it to use it on your clit, but he didn't. The first place it touched was your stomach. Just above your belly button. He drew a couple circles around your belly button.

Then the buzzing trailed upwards. He circled around each nipple before he actually touched the sensitive buds with the toy.

You felt your walls clench around nothing as a coil began to form in your stomach. It was so strange. You never thought you could cum from this. Hell, you still don't know if you can, but you'll definitely be close.

Jared continued to move the toy all around your body. He teased you a few times by letting it rest on your thighs. There were times where the toy was just barely touching your clit and your entrance. But he never let it actually touch your core.

"Please, sir." You begged.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Let me cum. Make me cum please."

"What do I need to do?"

"Talk to me sir." You said.

Jared's voice always pushed you over the edge, but the words he said were what really did it.

"You're mine." He said.

"Yours. Always yours." You sighed as the toy moved lower, just barely grazing your clit.

"Only I can do this stuff to you."

"Yes, sir. Only you."

Your breathing became heavier and more rapid. Jared watched as your chest rose with every breath you took.

"Nobody else can do this to you. Nobody else is allowed to make you cum untouched. Just me."

"Just you!" You cried out as the sensations washed over you.

Your walls clenched around nothing, and your skin flashed white, then flushed red as you came untouched. It was intense and new. You're not sure if you can do it again, but you wouldn't be opposed to trying. Not tonight, though.

You can't handle much more teasing. Your body is sensitive enough already.

You felt the bed dip as Jared sat down next to you.

"What do you want next doll?" He asked.

His voice was close to your ear when he spoke. You could feel him breathing against your neck. Then you felt his lips against your neck.

"Want me to fuck you?" He asked.

His kisses trailed down towards your chest.

"Yes, sir." You said.

"Say it." He said.

"I want you to fuck me sir. I want you to make me feel good. Please." You begged.

"Since you asked so nicely, I will."

You felt him stand up to remove his clothes, then he positioned his body over yours. Your legs were already spread open, thanks to the restraints, so he lined his hard cock up with your entrance.

You felt the tip of his cock slide into you, slightly stretching you open. Then he slowly pushed the rest of his length inside you.

The two of you sighed in unison as he bottomed out. It didn't matter how often the two of you did this. It always felt like it was the first time all over again.

As Jared pulled back and began thrusting, he spoke.

"See, most doms don't ask their partner what they want them to do. They just give, and the sub is expected to take."

His thrusts began to pick up their pace and intensity.

"In a sense, I give, and you take. But I'm different. I care. I want to know what you want me to do. I won't punish you for asking something of me. I won't be mad if you don't call me sir when you say something."

He pulled back until just the tip was in, like he always did. But this time, he slammed back into you with so much force. Your body scooted up on the bed, and the restraints tightened.

He pulled back and thrusted in like that again. This time, he hit your g spot.

"And that is why you'll never find a better dom. You'll never find someone who is as good as me. Who fulfills your needs like me."

"I want you to be satisfied. But I want you to be a good girl too." He continued.

"That's not a problem, though, is it? You'll never even want to look for someone else. Right? You'll be a good girl for only me. Right?"

Every time he said "right," he thrusted into you at a harder intensity.

"That's right, sir." You agreed.

"Good." He said.

Jared leaned down and pressed your lips to his in a sloppy, animalistic kiss. The two of you were growing closer to your orgasms by the second.

His words and the way he used your body were so hot. He's so good at making you feel good. No man has ever paid this much attention to you or been this much fun.

Jared knows exactly how to work your body. He knows what he's doing. And he knows that he is damn good at it.

Your breathing picked up again as Jared kept hitting your g-spot. You're  so close. And so is he. Jared's cock was throbbing inside of you as he pounded into your dripping entrance.

"Come on, doll. Cum with me." He said.

With a few more thrusts, you came hard around his cock as he came inside your aching pussy.

God, you're gonna be sore for days.

It's worth it, though.

Jared pulled out and then stood to remove the restraints and blindfold from your body.

After a nice warm bath, your body was finally clean of the wax and sweat, and the two of you settled into bed together.

"Jare?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I know I'm yours, but are you mine?" You asked.

"Always." He said.

LA<3

[jacks-little-jacky]

hiii i love ur writing! i recently got into bc and love this man,, was wondering if i could request jack and how he’d deal with a partner who experiences sensory overload easily fjdkkd

Sensory Overload | Jack the Ripper x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: mentions of sensory overload (who would have ever guessed?), Jack is a dumbass, this is sorted into two categories and the second one isn't as fluffy as the first, or fluffy at all, sorry

the way Jack can or cannot handle you is actually very dependant on you

Jack x Reader who knows their overloads and needs

ngl you would have to explain what is wrong with you because Jack's dumbass wouldn't get it

he doesn't really experience it himself so the entire concept is... weird to him, even if you explain it to him he'd be a little ignorant (not completely on purpose)

he takes it a lot more serious when he sees how upset you get or he sees you having an overload

tbh he is not the biggest help or safe space, this man is loud and touchy and likes loud, smelly places like bars and while he wouldn't force you to consume alcohol or anything you would have to bear activities like festivals and such with him

when you feel like it's too much you can just tell him and head out, he'd ask if he should leave you alone for a while or come with

when you're trapped in a crowd and you feel like you're experiencing an overload he'd hug you, pressing his hands/arms over your ears and pull you in closely to try and reduce all the stimulation from outside - kinda trying to get you to focus on him and maybe even reducing all the input by making you close your eyes and covering your ears (only if you're fine with it)

if you have specific fabrics you can't stand to feel or something he'd either be very careful with gifts in the clothing department or just get you other things he knows he can't mess up with

works out a code with you when you go nonverbal and distance yourself from of a situation that either gives him a sign that he's gonna go with you or if she should stay behind and let you have space - other people might think you're rude but Jack doesn't mind, you have your needs and he won't make you feel bad for tending to them

of course, the overloads sometimes come random, he'd try to ground you like mentioned earlier or bite the bullet and drag you out which might get him hit when your fight kicks in (he does not take it too personal)

Jack x Reader who can't handle their overloads

now, again, Jack is a dumbass, same reaction when you explain it to him

he doesn't know how to handle it either - he doesn't have these issues so he has trouble relating and figuring out how to help you

Jack is not your man in this one, I'm sorry - the man is somewhat insensitive and the fact you get easily overloaded would just make him "anxious" about his general behavior that is very loud and touchy

works for a while but neither of you gonna be happy, Jack feels like he is too much for you, much more his friends and weird ass hobbies

he is still somewhat of a brute so when you experience these overloads easily, to him it might come off like everything sets you off

he'd try for a while but I can't see it working out like that

[priestessofspiders]

My Son's Reflection Is Wrong

I have always been afraid of mirrors, ever since I was a young child. I knew it was irrational of course. I never was afraid when I would see my reflection in a puddle or on the darkened window of a shop as I walked down the street. It was specifically mirrors which made me uncomfortable. I always feared that I would see something other than myself looking back at me.

This explains why I was less than thrilled to find the large, antique silver mirror in the bedroom of the house I was renting. Were it my own place I would have thrown it out then and there, leaving it on the curb and relying solely upon the mirror in the modern and well-kept bathroom for all necessary reflective purposes. Alas, I didn't think my landlord would think too highly of his tenant tossing out expensive antique furniture, so I contented myself to simply move it into a spare room.

I had moved to the house for the simple reason that it was fairly cheap and I didn't have much other choice. My husband passed away earlier that year due to a heart condition, leaving me simultaneously a widow and solely responsible for the care of my son, Chester. Fortunately, my husband's life insurance policy turned out to be reasonably generous, but I still needed to downgrade our living situation if I was to take care of Chester without another source of income. Beyond the obvious fact that I have now been left to raise a child without the assistance of a spouse, there is another reason why I cannot supplement my funds by taking on a job; Chester is autistic.

I want to make it very clear, I'm not an "Autism Mom". I loathe the self-absorbed whiners who spend every spare second complaining about the immense burden of raising an autistic child, who bellyache endlessly about how difficult their lives are. I hate all the videos of exasperated parents recording their child's meltdown on camera, to show to all the world how difficult it is for them. I am disgusted whenever I see some selfish moron recommend ABA "therapy" to keep unruly autistic children's more unconventional behaviors in check. My son is not a cross to bear, not a weight on my shoulders. He is my child, and I love him.

I won't deny it can be difficult sometimes, but I can only imagine how hard it is for him. I find the terms "high functioning" and "low functioning" are relatively useless descriptors. Like most things in life, it is a tad more complicated than that. Chester is, generally speaking, nonverbal, and I've never known him to say more than 20 words in a single day. In addition, he tends to get overstimulated quite quickly from loud noises, and often flaps his hands as a form of stimming, especially when he is having some difficulty expressing what he wants. The only behavior of his which ever actually frustrates me is his elopement, which in the context of autism means that he has a tendency to wander off or run away whenever he feels stressed. We work around these traits, and I think generally I've been able to make life quite comfortable for him.

Chester has always shown quite an aptitude for reading and writing, despite his relatively young age of only 9 years old at the time we moved. When he needed something that cannot be articulated through gestures or single words, he would write it down on a whiteboard I've given him for this purpose. To help with his sensory issues regarding loud noises, I purchased a set of ear plugs for him, the same sort that one would wear at a gun range to prevent hearing loss. These generally aren't necessary within the confines of the house, but on those occasions when we do go out in public, I genuinely think they help him quite a bit.

Given his condition, combined with the relative isolation of our new rural home, it has been necessary to homeschool Chester, though that hasn't really been any sort of a problem. Before I got married I spent a few years teaching elementary school, so I already have the required skills. I've always believed in a somewhat more active approach to learning than some of my peers, and since our new home is located directly next to a forest, this was fairly easy to accomplish.

The house itself was rather old, built in the 1920s if my landlord was to be believed. While recently renovated to a more modern standard at some point in the preceding decades, it still has an air of oldness to it, something in the angles and general structure of the place. The main feature that seemed significantly out of place was the wrought iron fence that surrounded the house, a far cry from the traditional wooden fence I was used to from a life in the suburbs. There was no formal gate that led out to the forest behind the house, just a gap in the fencing with a small pile of rusting iron posts nearby. I never asked the landlord about it, but judging by a stump outside the boundaries of the backyard, I assumed a tree must have fallen down and damaged it.

Children don't want to sit still and be lectured, they want to be outside, to run around and be active. I'd always try to teach Chester his lessons in a way that connected to the forest. I'd lift up logs and show him all the squirming creatures underneath so I could teach him all the differences between them. I'd have him count the rings of a fallen tree and teach him about the things that happened in the tree's long and storied life. I know that sometimes he would get bored, while I do believe kids love learning, I'm not an idiot. I know that sometimes children just want to run and play, but I genuinely do believe he got more out of our lessons in the woods than he would have gotten from a traditional school environment.

Even outside of the context of Chester's lessons, we spent a lot of time in those woods, slipping out through the gap in the fence into the forest beyond. There was something so peaceful about that place, it felt remarkably untouched by the civilization that bordered it. I'm not sure exactly how far the forest extended, but it always seemed to go on forever, like if you just kept walking you could go the whole rest of your life surrounded by trees. I always kept a fairly close eye on Chester when we were out there. As much as I loved the place, I did often worry that he would simply run off, but there was never anything stressful enough in the woods to make him do so. The only real concern was to make sure he took of his shoes once he got back to the house, as otherwise he would track dirt inside, making quite the mess.

Things went on the way I described them for about a year after my husband's passing. In between my caring for Chester and all the mundane errands of modern life, I attended therapy and worked to move on from the loss. I began to make peace with the fact that he was gone. Chester and I celebrated his 10th birthday out in the woods, moving to the backyard once night fell so we could finish off the evening roasting hot dogs over the firepit while I read him some relatively tame ghost stories. Chester didn't like scary movies or violent video games, but gently spooky stories, the sort that send a pleasant chill down your spine, made him quite happy. I believe I was reading out The Mezzotint to him when we heard the music.

It was a soft, strange sound, a faint piping emanating out from the forest beyond, gentle yet eerie somehow. The faint notes reminded me of the sound of panpipes, but not quite. If I listened very closely, I could almost discern a faint drumming as well. Chester looked out into the darkness beyond the fire, flapping his hands gently. He didn't seem upset or scared, just faintly awestruck. "Fairies", I heard him whisper.

I felt somewhat uncomfortable as we both looked out into the blackness of the forest. The sound of crickets had died utterly as soon as the piping began, and we sat in silence, listening to that peculiar and otherworldly performance. It felt like something out of a dream, and I don't think it would be possible for me to recall the melody in any real detail. It was ephemeral somehow, slipping through the cracks of my memory like water through a sieve even as I listened.

At some point the music ceased, and the crickets returned to their chirping. I led Chester back inside and tucked him gently into bed. I've never been especially afraid of intruders, given how far away we were from any major population center, but that night I double checked that all the doors and windows in the house were firmly locked.

- - -

I didn't sleep well that night. I'll admit I'd still not gotten used to sleeping alone, and often had difficulty falling asleep, but this felt different somehow. It seemed that whenever I was close to finally falling unconscious, I'd see a shadow pass across the wall, or hear something just on the very edge of my perception, something that reminded me faintly of music. Whenever I'd jolt up in bed, looking or listening for what I thought had disturbed me, there was nothing there. At some point I must have finally fallen asleep, because found myself blinking out the daylight from my uncovered window, groggy and irritable. My skull throbbed with a terrible headache. My alarm clock hadn't gone off, it seemed to have become unplugged in the night. Possibly in my tossing and turning the cord had somehow come out of the socket.

It was in the late morning, far later than I usually woke up, and Chester was frustrated because he hadn't had breakfast yet. He didn't say anything, but he seemed glum and looked at me with justifiable annoyance and hunger. I did my best to prepare him some scrambled eggs and bacon, but in my pain and fatigue I managed to burn the bacon and cook the eggs to an unpleasant, rubbery consistency. I deeply regret what happened next.

I swore about the bacon, the eggs, the pan, the stove, the landlord, my dead husband, anyone and anything that could conceivably be even somewhat to blame for the ruined breakfast. I know it was wrong to react like that in front of my son, I know it was immature, but I was tired, in pain, and just wished desperately I could go back to bed.

When I'd finished with my profanity-laced rant, I heard the back door closing and looked out the window to see Chester fleeing out into the forest, visibly distressed.

"Shit," I muttered to myself, and ran out the door after him, calling for him to come back. I tripped on one of the fallen iron fence posts and fell to the ground, knocking the air from my lungs. When I recovered enough to stand up, Chester was long gone, vanished among the trees.

I looked through those woods for hours. As I've described earlier, I don't know how large the forest behind my house is, but it still feels odd that in all that time I never saw him. Chester's only 10 years old, he isn't some sort of Olympic sprinter, and the foliage isn't so thick that I could have lost him that easily. I kept wandering among the trees, shouting out Chester's name with increasing panic. Sometimes I thought I'd hear a branch snapping or a child's giggle, and I would turn about, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the sound's source, but there would be nothing there. It was fairly far along in the afternoon when I finally decided to head back and call the police.

Despite how long I'd spent in the forest, it was a remarkably quick walk back to the house. It felt almost as if the walk into the woods was somehow further than the walk out. I opened the door and started moving to the bedroom to get my phone, when I suddenly saw Chester sitting on the couch, reading a book.

I nearly wept with relief and rushed to hug him, apologizing over and over for scaring him and asking if he was okay. I was so happy to see my son again I wasn't even angry with him for running off.

"I'm alright mom. I'm really sorry for running off, I was just scared. I won't do that again, please don't be angry" said Chester, tears welling up in his eyes.

I froze.

Chester rarely spoke more than a single word at a time. His longest sentences I could remember before this were maybe 3 or 4 words long at most. This was utterly unprecedented, and I had no idea how to react whatsoever.

"Mom? Are you okay?" he asked, looking at me with a confused look on his face.

- - -

The next week went by very strangely. To be very clear, autism isn't something that just goes away. It's not a disease, it's not something that can be "cured". And yet, Chester no longer showed any signs of his previous behavior whatsoever.

His personality seemed intact. The sort of things he now spoke aloud seemed relatively in keeping with the sentences he would have previously written on the whiteboard. He still had the same love of reading, the same interest in ghost stories, he still played with the same toys. In all respects he was the exact same boy as before, simply now he was neurotypical.

He didn't have to wear earplugs out in public anymore, and true to his word he never ran off when under stress. He didn't even flap his hands, he just kept them calmly at his sides. It was totally surreal.

One day I was teaching him his lessons out in the woods, and he told me "Mom? I think I want to go to regular school. I want to be with the other kids." I was completely taken aback. Chester had never showed even the slightest interest in going to a public school before this, and on the few occasions he'd had to interact with other children, he'd been far too shy to play with them. Of course I told him I'd be happy to send him to school, what else was I supposed to say? That night I sent off emails to the nearest schools in the area, asking about late enrollment.

It was the second week after Chester's sudden and unprecedented transformation that I began to notice something else that was strange. Despite the fact that we were spending a decent amount of time outside in the woods, Chester never left any dirty footprints in the house anymore. It wasn't that he had suddenly become more careful about taking his shoes off, he was still running inside with his sneakers on the same as he always had, but there was never any dirt or mud. I just assumed at the time he must have been wiping his shoes off while I wasn't looking, and in all honesty I didn't pay it much mind. It's only in retrospect, knowing what I do now, that this sticks out in my mind.

He also didn't eat very much anymore. He didn't snack at all, and whenever I prepared him his meals, he only ate very small portions. He never showed any signs of weakness or that he was losing weight, so I didn't bother him about it, there would be no point in forcing him to eat more than he wanted to, but it did strike me as very odd.

It wasn't until the incident with the mirror that I realized that it wasn't my son.

I was looking for some books I'd packed away in cardboard boxes in the spare room. There wasn't a lot of space on the bookshelf in the living room, so I tended to switch out the books on a semi-regular basis for ones kept in the spare room, aside from a handful of mainstays. It was while I was doing so that Chester walked over to the doorway and asked me where I had put his toy robot. I looked up from what I was doing to answer him, when I caught something out of the corner of my eye, something deeply wrong. It was the old silver mirror, pointed towards the doorway. It wasn't reflecting my son.

I turned to look closer, my words dying on my lips as I gazed at the figure in the mirror, the old terror I'd always felt looking into such things resurfacing suddenly and violently.

The thing was dressed in Chester's clothes, but that was about the only real resemblance the thing bore to him. It was a crude marionette, carved from untreated and unpainted wood, clumps of bark still clinging to it in places. The mouth had a jaw like that of a ventriloquist dummy, albeit with crooked teeth made from sharp flints jammed into the wood. I saw bits of old food stuck to the teeth and mouth, remnants of meals I had cooked earlier in the day. The eyes were simple holes with bits of colored glass, like marbles, held within. It was suspended above the ground by an inch or two by thick brown twine, like the sort one would use to close a package in days before packing tape.

I stared in stunned silence at the mirror before turning around, only to find Chester standing there, head cocked slightly in confusion. "Are you okay mom?" he asked, with concern in his voice. I turned once again to the mirror, seeing the horrible puppet thing once again. I wanted to vomit as I watched its jaw work up and down mockingly. "I'm sorry, I'll find it myself, I didn't mean to bother you" it said, before jerkily "walking" down the hallway to Chester's bedroom.

- - -

That night I watched "Chester" carefully in the bathroom mirror when he brushed his teeth, but there didn't seem to be anything strange about him at all. He moved like a person, not a puppet, and when I gently squeezed his shoulder I felt flesh and bone underneath the fabric of his clothes, not hard wood and bark.

I didn't sleep. Creepy as it may sound, I just sat in Chester's room and watched that thing lay in bed, snoring. It seemed to be asleep. I stayed there all night, just watching, until it woke up the next morning, asking me what I was doing. I didn't respond, and left without making breakfast. It's not like it would have needed it.

I wasn't even sure where I was going at first, I was just driving to clear my head. I eventually realized I was en route to an antique store the next town over. I'd visited the store a few times before, looking for bits of furniture and the like immediately after moving. I didn't know why I was headed there now, but it felt almost as if I were being drawn there somehow. I pulled into the parking lot and left my car, pushing through the shop's door with the tinkling of a bell.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for, I just wandered the store in a daze, looking around all the various bits of junk and knick knacks with disinterest. The whole store reeked of musty books and wood polish, the smell lulling me into a sort of trance as I meandered among the shelves stacked with discarded history. Eventually though, I found something that struck my eye. It was a small old hand mirror with the telltale tarnishing of real silver. It seemed to call to me somehow, and in my numbed state I didn't even fear the blank-eyed reflection that looked back at me. I picked it up and looked at the price tag. 50 dollars. More than it was worth, but not too unreasonable. I picked it up and brought it to the counter, paying in cash.

The store's proprietor, a thin old woman with graying hair and enormous spectacles, chuckled at me as she rang me up. "Planning on making a vampire hunting kit ma'am?" she asked.

"What?" I replied, the completely bizarre question startling me out of my stupor.

"Just a little joke. Halloween's coming up, and once a few years back I had a gentleman come in here and buy up all sorts of strange stuff. I asked him what he needed it for, and he told me he was going to dress up as Abraham van Helsing for the occasion. He said he was making a vampire hunting kit. One of the items he bought was an old hand mirror, rather like this one. He asked me if it was real silver, and I told him yes, but asked why that mattered, I figured silver was always the sort of thing one would use for werewolves, not vampires. He told me that the reason why vampires didn't show their reflections in mirrors was that in the old days they were made of silver, and that silver was a symbol of purity. He said that if vampires were real and walking about nowadays, they'd be reflected back just fine, since nearly all modern mirrors are made with aluminum. Doesn't tarnish I suppose."

My mind flashed to "Chester" brushing his teeth in the bathroom mirror, face as normal as could be reflecting back at me, before recalling the terrifying thing I'd seen in the old silver mirror. The old woman must have noticed me go pale, she asked me if I was alright. I nodded and left with the mirror, driving back home.

I got back at around lunchtime, and the thing that pretended to be my son asked me if I was okay, and if we would be having lunch soon. I angled the mirror so I could see its face, and saw that crude puppet mouth wagging in vague time with its speech. I told it to wait at the dinner table, and that I would be with it in a few minutes. It did as I said, sitting down and pretending to read a book with its glass eyes.

I reached into the kitchen drawer and pulled out a pair of butcher's scissors. With the scissors in one hand and the hand mirror in the other, I walked up behind the puppet thing, carefully angling the mirror so I could see where the strings connected to its wooden body. I looked to see where the strings led, to see if I could get a glance at the puppeteer, but it just seemed to extend impossibly into the ceiling, passing through the plaster like a fishing line through water.

It didn't notice what I was doing until I'd already cut the first string, one connected to its left arm. It screeched in what sounded like pain, a horrible distorted cry that was a mix of mad piping and a child's scream. It swiped at me with the right arm, but I was too fast for it. After all, it was only wood and strings, and I was alive. I cut the other arm free, and both now fell limp at its sides. Next I went for the legs, snipping the strings both in quick succession. Glancing up from the mirror, I saw what looked like my son floating in the air slightly, mouth wide open as it screamed. I cut the strings connected its jaw and head, and the thing collapsed to the floor in a silent heap. The illusion had been broken, and all that lay before me was a broken puppet. Far away in the distance, I could hear the sound of pipes playing faintly in the woods, a haunting melody which I cannot quite recall.

- - -

I knew I couldn't go to the police with any of this. Who would believe a woman who claimed that her son had been replaced by a puppet? I'd be institutionalized at best, arrested for child abuse at worst, and that's assuming they ever managed to find the real Chester. I spent the rest of the day frantically researching on the internet, typing inane phrases like "child replaced puppet music pipes" or "puppet mirror child double" into the search engine, getting almost nothing useful in response, until eventually I came across some old website detailing European folklore. Specifically, the page on changelings.

I read about medieval peasants convinced their children had been replaced with those of fairies, how their real children had been taken to the woods to be raised by the monsters which stole them. I read of the ways one could protect oneself from the so-called "fair folk", of their hatred of iron. I remembered the wrought iron fence that surrounded the house, the conspicuous gap where a tree must have broken through as it fell.

I've written this in case I don't come back. I've written this so that if I'm never found, they don't think I just performed a murder-suicide in the woods out of grief. I love my son dearly, and I am going to save him from the monsters that took him from me. I can hear the hideous music of their eldritch pipes drifting through the trees, mocking me. I'm taking one of the broken iron posts with me. The tip is sharp as a spear.

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ADHD Things - Day 2 of Vyvanse

I didn't get to crack this one open since I was out the door by 7:35 AM so this one is a bit retroactive.

Adding a new tag for this so I can find it in case the psych wants it. (No idea why he would want it! but better safe than sorry.)

7:00 AM - Wake up. I hate Tues/Thurs. Hurriedly ate some toast and drank some coffee and threw on some gym clothes. Found my missing foot lotion, so that was nice.

7:35 AM - Get ready to get out the door. The "phone/wallet/keys" mini checklist passed without incident. I did have to run back for a headband, though. One of my sensory issues has always been hair getting in my face. I need to stop letting them cut "face framing locks." Screw that.

7:55 AM - Remembered to schedule out my March sessions with coach. Had to move my Thurs 20th session to the 21st due to a follow up with the psych.

8:00 - Personal training session with Coach Joe. I warned him I started a new medication and probably shouldn't go too high intensity, but I can already tell that the tachycardia problem with Vyvanse isn't as intense with the phentermine. So that's nice. Did my workout without much drama. Guh. Resistance training sucks. Deadlift of 105 using the machine for 15 reps was the heaviest thing he had me do, although I did do 1 rep of 135 by accident. (it had 45 plates on and I missed my coaching saying 'do a warm up set without them.')

8:45 AM - took a Vyvanse

905: AM - Left gym after stretches, returned home

9:20 AM - Home. Finally remembered to get the gardening crap out of my trunk

9:30 AM - Checked into work. Immediately got smacked in the face with Chrome killing off my favorite extensions. Discovered that my organization blocks Chrome web store???? Started researching alternative testing software suites besides Selenium.

10 AM - Put in a ticket with my organization to unlock my Chrome profile :(

10:45 - Hunger kicked in. Ate cottage cheese and grapes.

11 AM - Started rooting around other software updates. Discovered that my screenshot software went subscription model; that ain't gonna get updated.

11:15 AM - Gave myself a short Tumblr break and here I am.

11:30 AM - Realized I am procrastinating working on the payment integration project for our client in Montreal. Better get on that. But also hungry. The room mate came out and fired up the air fryer, which I still find incredibly irritating. I should have never taught him how to use it. EARPHONE TIME! Oh no, a new Tasting History..... At least I opened up a spreadsheet for the Montreal client thing and prepped that while I watched it.

11:45 AM - Escaped the noise and started some laundry.

12:00 PM - Ate lunch - shrimp and pasta and broccoli. The reason I am so fat is because I am a good cook. Had a cookie. Corrected someone who was WRONG on the INTERNET in the comments of today's Tasting History episode. This is why YouTube is dangerous.

12:30 PM - Flipped laundry. Lunch break over. Next break I'll have to start the muffins to replace the cookies (I make one dessert a week.) I also still need to take a shower at some point..... Room mate discovered his scooter won't start AGAIN. Dude just needs to get a new battery.

12:45 PM. Found duct tape for room mate. Put a pomodoro timer on this browser to force me over to the work browser for the stupid Montreal client.

12:46 PM - Immediately had to end the session because I had to let my husband know that our football season tickets are due for renewal. School spirit is expensive.

1:15 PM Trying not to have a panic attack over the threats to dismantling Social Security. I can't afford to take care of my disabled sister on my own. My parents have been dead for 21 years but I'm the representative payee for my sister, and if she doesn't get her monthly check, we're fucked.

1:55 PM - Managed a solid chunk of actual work related stuff for the Montreal project. Had a bit of a breakthrough. The client is trying to get a new eCommerce payment system in place, but use our software to launch it. We need our API to pass in a JSON string to their API with all the correct information; all the documentation that the client sent me was for a fully integrated custom solution, which we would have to build as a special interface. That's 10K that we'd have to charge them for custom development. eCommerce platforms are all supposed to be standardized to avoid that. I'm trying to figure out if they can use our existing stuff to just pass in the value of the transaction and the necessary client account info. I think I finally found the right documentation.... right as my FitBit yells at me for not getting 250 steps in. This is why modern workplace life is not healthy.

2:15 PM - Folded laundry to appease the step count gods. Had my first analysis paralysis of the day where I briefly wavered between showering, doing another load of laundry (but then the clothes I am wearing would not be in the load), and making tea (so that the tea could cool while I was showering. Then I could be clean AND have drinkable tea when I was done, and THEN put the load of laundry in.) Order of operations was halted by remembering I was supposed to have baked the muffins during that last break instead. Fuck.

3:00 - Lost 45 minutes panic attacking about Social Security again.

3:15 - Muffins in the oven. "Panic" has led to "manic" and I realize I'm in the throes of amphetamine high. Definitely didn't experience this yesterday. I get myself back to work researching this stupid Payment vendor.

4:50 - The husband has returned and drops the bombshell that his anime club meeting is at 6PM tonight. I hurriedly start dinner prep. At least he put the muffins up for me.

5:20: Dinner is done for him, but I still have 10 minutes of kitchen cleanup. I set my food aside. I still have not showered. He started the dishwasher early, which means dirty dishes have to sit on the counter. Alas.

5:50 PM - I continued working while I slowly munched on my salad. I actually got to the point of getting an error message on their website in a JSON string which.... is exactly what I think I needed? I think I've done enough homework on this project and it's time to bring in an actual developer. I'm just a business analyst; my job is to do the homework so the more valuable people don't have to.

7:10 - Decompression time over. I'm full of food and calmed down from the afternoon panic attacks. NOW I CAN SHOWER! Well, first I have to swap the cats, and open the dishwasher, and oh yeah I needed to see if we still have a cobbler in town because my favorite boots are disintegrating... we do!

7:18 - Sister called. Had to make plans with her for Saturday.

7:55 - Clean! Realized I'd never started the second load of laundry so I did that before I showered. The analysis paralysis from earlier was no longer a threat, as showering NOW was more important than making sure the laundry had the previously dirty clothes in them. It's okay to not always be efficient. Time for vidya games.

8:00 PM - Jeuno night in FFXIV.

8:01 PM - Forgot about last night's patch.... had to restart the forbidden tools AND Discord.....

10:00 - Remembered to take out the trash for pickup tomorrow. At least it's only cool, not cold. Knocked out DuoLingo. Played with the cat. made some tea. existed.

12:30 AM - Stayed up too late reading fanfiction.

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Things that have preoccupied my mind in January 2024

Starting off strong, here is a podcast by Ezra talking about How to discover your own taste, below a screenshot on a point they talk about:

And with that, here are some things that have preoccupied my mind either I liked, or didn't like.

Movies:

May December - I am not sure how I feel about this movie. The acting was superb from all three stars - Natalie Portman, Julianne Moore and Charles Melton. It is a film inspired on the real life relationship of Mary Kay Letourneau and her former student Vili Fualaau. I found the film uncomfortable to watch, Elizabeth (played by Natalie) uncomfortable. But perhaps I feel uncomfortable because the real and fake situation is uncomfortable. The film throughout had a really annoying piano riff as well.

Saltburn - I joined the hype train like everyone else. I felt like design, production, cast and costume was executed really well. I mean Rosamund Pike executed that aloof, condescending upper class woman so perfectly. The complex family dynamic and grief was interesting to observe. However, I felt like the shocking scenes lacked substance? As though it gave the film the PR it needed. Did we need them in order for the film to progress?

Music:

LSDXOXO because I loved his set when I saw Jeff Mills live. It always brings a huge smile to my face every time he spins the decks back during his set.

Alcatraz - Accidentally found them when I mistakened my friend telling me a tennis player vs. DJ. YouTube autocorrected me to these German boys. And well, they are a vibe, got me head bopping all across the central line.

I revisited Mos Def and MF Doom simultaneously, because I was sad I missed out on Mos Def tribute to MF Doom in Paris ❤️‍🩹

Hiatus Kaiyote Everything is Beautiful - my favourite neo-soul Australian band released their new single. Not my newest favourite but looking forward to listening to the whole album.

Jamie XX - It's so good and KILL DEM, He just produces really addictive beats. It won't surprise me if my Spotify 2024 wrapped has him as the number 1 & 2 songs I have listened on repeat.

Exhibitions:

Synchronicity, Solo Show, at 180 Studios - I have always enjoyed what the UVA team brought. To be honest I think more than anything I loved technology dystopian vibes and being in dark environments so you can concentrate on the art itself, not worry about how you are being perceived but perceiving the art in front of you. Perhaps sensory issues from my end.

Daido Moriyama, at Photographers Gallery. Explored over 60 years of his work at this exhibition. I left with more motivation to branch back into street photography. Not everything needs to have meaning or be unique/special. It can just be capturing ‘life’, who had photos of just a cat or a hat.

Skateboard Exhibition at the Design Museum - read through the history and cultural impact of skateboard culture from the inception in the 1950s to now. Enjoyed reading the descriptions, especially this last paragraph below. But man, Design Museum where is the flow? Why couldn’t they curate the experience better. Ugh.  

Articles/thought pieces:

The case for mediocrity, an interesting read especially as someone who is still working on being less ambitious with their career. I appreciated that this article did acknowledge that being white and mediocre is easier to adopt this mantra than those who are not.

Friend or specifically third wheel sleepovers are really healing. Especially as I readjust to being by myself again.

Internet art:

Conclusions: