#thats a weird sentance sorry

[spacelazarwolf]

Hey you dont have to reply or anything, but I just wanted to thank you. I rewrote this a lot cause of weed and overthinking. You give me hope in a time of weird queer regression progression bullshit warped timeline we are on. Its nice to see a transmasc around my age. There was going to be more to that last sentance but i thought no thats exactly what i mean. Its nice to see a transman my age existing and having similar generational interests. Its nice, seeing your prescence online its a little light shining though the slats in my closet door. If you need to do a mental health check and take time away from social media do it. Hope this was read with kindness and self worth cause you have those things bro👆👉*finger gun emoji*

---sorry im a total dork but you rock and dont deserve to only get hate anon

<3

[cornfarm]

sakata gintoki comfort fic

tags: reader has gone through something traumatic. gintoki and reader aren't in a relationship. hurt/comfort and fluff. comfort fic.

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*not proofread (sorry...)

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it is really a miracle that gintoki is able to wake up at 7 when he has early morning jobs. it's an even greater miracle that he can wake up as early as 5 and still manage to hobble out of bed, even when kagura keeps him up all night.

gintoki had assumed, since, she is a yato after all, that at around 9 or 10 she'd just knock out, staying fast asleep until the morning. yet it also didn't come as a shock to him when kagura turned out to be an insomniac.

well, to his credit he was half right, but he's lucky if kagura falls asleep before 11. it makes his midnight bedtime go a bit smoother without her nagging him every moment she can.

tonight, kagura had fallen asleep a little early, tuckered out from both the tiling job they had, and the heafty 6 overstuffed bowls of rice she ate for dinner. gintoki looks at the clock as the numbers slowly add up, until they finally tick over to read 1:00am.

there's no way he's nervous, he his feels steady and he doesn't feel cold or sweaty. in fact if anyone has been nervous it's been you, hasn't it? he thinks of your downcast face as you try to smile at him. you've mastered the perfect, friendly and unsuspecting smile. perhaps a year ago he would have mistaken it for the kind gesture you intend it to be.

but he's not an idiot. he saw the dark circles under your eyes, the creasing beneath your lower lids. he saw how your smile flexed up, as if you were stretching the muscles. the glimmer in your eyes, the playful remarks you'd make at him- gone.

but of course he's not going to pry. it's not really his business.

his eyes refocus at the clock. the time reads 1:04am.

i mean, if you were to tell him what was bothering you he wouldn't be displeased. maybe his ego would be stroked a little. people pay him for favors, and worse, his friends demand favors for nothing in return. but if you were to sit on his couch and let your worries out on him, he wouldn't mind not being repayed.

his heart jumps when he hears footsteps slowly coming up the steps leading up to his front door. he nearly pulls his leg jumping up. his heart pounds. did he summon you? wait- it could be just a random loser drunk off his ass. no, the footsteps aren't sporadic.

maybe on another night he would just ignore the knock and pretend nobody's home, but he's up anyways, and probably not going to fall asleep anytime soon.

he a few feet away from the front door as he waits for the knock to come. after a moment, three gentle knocks echo through the walls.

"gintoki? it's me," you call out, knocking again a little louder, "are you there?"

he approaches the door, fiddles with the lock and carefully slides it open.

alas, there you stand, every single foot of you. you haven't taken your uniform off yet, despite that you're already done for the day. you're still carrying the bag you bring to work.

"were you working this late? why?" he asks.

you look up at him, a little surprised, "hm? no, ah- i was too nervous at home i didn't change."

the corners of your lips pull as you grimmace. if you weren't so dreary then it would have been a smile.

"can i please come in?"

"yeah, of course."

you step inside, standing at the landing. he watches you inspect your shoes, and slowly, with trembling hands, untie the bows and loosen the laces until you can wiggle your feet free.

he reaches out and grabs your arm as you stumble to the side. he smiles, "are you drunk or something?"

gintoki feels quite displeased when you ignore him. he watches your chest heave as your shoulders begin to shake. you step up onto the wood before kneeling down onto the floor, wrapping your arms around your shins as sobs escape your lips.

"hey? uh-" he takes a step back, "what's wrong? what happened?"

you continue to ignore him- or perhaps the sobs escaping your lips are too heavy to form words. gintoki pulls the hem of his pants up as he kneels down, knees schooching forward so his hands can ghost over your shoulders.

"are you hurt?"

you fall forward onto him, face pressing onto his breast. he wastes no second wrapping firm arms around you, a hand reaching around your waist, the other around your upper back.

"please-" you finally choke out, "please let me stay here."

gintoki's imagination begins to race as he wonders what happened. did somebody attack you? did they hurt you? are you afraid? why are you here so late at night? did something happen at work?

he can't seem to find the words. he tries to pull you onto him more so your legs aren't bent so awkwardly. he can't say anything to make you feel better, so he tightens his grip around you.

after a moment, you begin patting his arm, your body trying to wiggle away from him. "gnngkk-" your voice is muffled. "i can't breathe-" gasping as you finally escape his grip.

he smiles at your wide grin. he laughs while his hands come up to cup your cheeks, the tears beginning to roll down your face as you return to sobbing. his thumbs gently press under your eyes as he catches the tears.

"what happened?" he speaks with a soft cadence, you can almost feel how much he likes you just by how he asks the question. his voice is serious though. if you were to ask him to perform a hit for you he probably would.

with your breathing finally slowing, you shake your head, "i can't tell you. i got mixed up with some bad people. i'm fine but i-" your voice quivers at the end.

"i feel so bad, i feel so ashamed of myself. when i got home i just stood at my shoes for hours. i couldn't move."

his hand comes up to push your hair aside, brushing it together like he was forming a ponytail.

"i just needed to be with someone. i need the company. i don't feel very safe right now."

gintoki pushes himself up from his heels, ushering you up with him. your legs tremble, causing you to fall forward, but he catches you. of course he does.

"you can stay here as long as you like, you know? as long as you're here you're safe. i-" he stops himself. this would be a weird time to say something too emotional on his end. he meets your eyes as you look up at him. you look like you're waiting for something.

he hopes a moment of silence wouldn't be weird. his eyes graze over your features. the flush of your cheeks, how your pupils are totally blown out from the darkness of the room. he feels how you place your hands in his, and how they're shaking like a leaf.

"you what?" your voice is so meek he almost wants to cry too.

"i'll take care of you. i won't let anything bad happen to you. you're safe with me."

you shuffle closer to him, pressing your chest agaisnt his but not quite embracing.

"thank you, gintoki," you smile, "i'm so grateful i won't even tease you about how you're blushing."

"oh shut up,"

you giggle at his annoyance, and gintoki can't help but let out a sigh of relief. he paces to the lamp sitting in the living room, "brace your eyes."

you squint as your eyes readjust to the light, "i'll make you some tea."

"thank you, gin."

he fetches the kettle sitting on the stove and empties out the leftover water. after he refils it, he turns on the stove, twisting the ignition to the right until the flame is barely licking the sides of the red kettle.

"do you need anything else?" he asks, brows knit as he leans against the stove.

you look up the ceiling as you think, "could i borrow something to wear? i didn't change or bring anything and these are my outdoor clothes."

"yeah, wait there."

he paces into his bedroom and rummages through his closet.

"these are pajamas," he says, holding up a shirt and shorts, these ones are pink, compared to the green ones he's wearing. he holds up the other hand, ushering to the fabric, "and this is one of my clean yukatas. you can pick."

you reach out and touch the fabric with your fingertips, inspecting it. the pajamas feel very thin, the cotton weave presenting no stretch. the yukata on the other hand, is much softer and stretchy, although it's much thicker.

"i'll change into this one," you say, taking the yukata from his hands, "i don''t like the texture of the other ones. thank you. can i change in your bedroom?"

"go ahead."

he turns back around to stare at the kettle. the low hiss of steam beginning to be audble from the pot.

he's a little nervous to turn around and look at you, and he doesn't like the confrontation as he hears the bedroom door slide open. he stares at the flames.

you gently lean on his side, the weight of your head against the top of his arm.

"it's rare i ever see you so serious."

"huh? how could i not be serious when you come in here crying? do you even know how late it is?" he asks, voice raising a little bit.

"see, now you're back to normal."

he swings an arm around you, finally turning to look down at your figure. "i'm only acting normal because you stopped crying. i already feel embarrassed about what i said."

you chuckle, reaching over to turn off the kettle as the loud whine begins to echo through the confined kitchenette.

while your body is twisted towards him, you reach your arms around his waist. and again, his arms intinctually wrap around you, holding you firm in his grasp.

"you're so clingy tonight," he scoffs.

"i would be more clingy with you if i could. i wish i could jump on you everytime i see you, but you would get angry at me."

his eyes open wide, "you do?"

"yeah..."

he pauses, "i wouldn't get angry at you. i could show off to all those cops that i'm actually a well adjusted guy."

he pulls away and reaches up in the cabinet above the stove, grabbing two cups. he places them on a wooden tray and pours loose tea into the bottom of the cups. carefully, he pours the hot water into each cup.

he leans over to the pantry and grabs two paper wrapped azuki buns he had bought after work.

"did you get one for me?"

"no, they were both for me but i'll give you one."

you gape at him, "i've never seen you so generous before."

"will you just take the damn bun or not?"

"of course, thank you, gintoki."

he follows behind you as you sit on the couch. he places the tray down in front of you, and takes a seat next to you. he sits with a gap between your bodies, but after a moment he moves a little closer, his hips touching yours.

now with the lights turned on, he can see how red you are. he almost feels proud of himself, but not even 20 minutes ago you were nearly dry heaving on his floor.

quietly sipping on tea and snacking on the azuki buns, you break the silence first: "i'll tell you about it later. right now i just need to be with someone."

"i know. i'm here. i have work in the morning though. i'll tell shinpachi to stay home and take care of you while i'm gone."

"no, you don't have to, i'll need to return back to work anyways."

he frowns. "i told you, shinpachi will stay home and you can stay here all day tomorrow. kagura and i will be back around evening. shinpachi will stay home."

"okay, i'll stay."

he takes the next moment of silence to finish the bun.

"but you'll pay him still, right?"

"yeah, i'll give him a cut."

"good. he's a really good kid."

"that's why i trust him with you.

you flush, kicking your foot against his, "you know, you're quite protective when you want to be."

he turns away from you as he feels his whol face, down to his neck heat up, "i just don't want you sobbing and miserable."

you gently knock the side of your head against his shoulder, "you're so sweet." you giggle.

"i should be saying that to you. you've stuck with me this far. you trust me enough in moments like these. i-" he looks at you, meeting your eyes. the familiar ferocity in his gaze is back, "i don't really think i deserve all the kindness you've given me. this is only a small token of my gratitude."

you reach a hand out and place it on his arm. he frowns as he watches tears begin to collect in the inner corners of your eyes.

"i- i can back off if you need me too."

you shake your head. looking down at your hands as you take his in yours.

you're trembling. he can feel the soft skin of your palms trembling.

"tonight, can i sleep next to you?" he nods. "and will you, uhm," he's quiet as he waits for you to finish. "will you kiss me?"

he feels weightless, heart pounding in his chest. he almost begins to shake as he feels dizzy. god he feels so dizzy.

but as your protector, it's his job to make you feel better. he can't let his own desire run wild. he has to protect you,

"of course," he starts, a hand detaching from yours. his thumb brushes against your cheek.

"i want you to want to too."

"yeah... trust me, i do." he squeezes your hand with the hand thats still holding it. his thumb runs down to your lower lip, pressing down a little so your lips part.

"look up."

[custom-emojis]

hiyo, i keep feeling bad because i had a very toxic friend, and i'm fairly sure she had bpd and it was influencing how she treated me, but i've seen so many people with bpd say how people leaving them can be really hurtful, and i feel bad. i understand supporting people with bpd, but i feel like if someone is really putting someone else through shit, asking them to suffer through that just because the person had bpd would be wrong, right?

like, ofc bpd isn't evil, and neither are people who have it, but if someone is dealing with their illness by hurting others instead of focusing on their own healing, that's their fault and i feel like no one should have to stay with a toxic friend just for fear that if they don't they're being ableist because their toxic friend has a mental illness.

i'm not saying this is your belief, but it's the sentiment i've received heavily from a lot of the posts i've seen about people breaking off friendships with people who have bpd, and it made me feel bad for doing that to my friend because i start to think i should've tolerated her toxicity because she was struggling with her mental health, and i don't want to feel like a bad person for prioritizing my own. so... it wasn't wrong of me to do that, right? i know she was struggling and couldn't control what she was struggling with, but i'm not a bad person for not excusing that or forgiving her, am i? sorry, i know this is super random and if it makes you uncomfy i'm very sorry, i just thought since you have bpd, if you give an answer to it i would trust you, idk.

Anon. First off im going to tell you off the bat this was a very fucking shitty ask to send me. and as a warning for my followers: I WILL be unapologetically angry over this.

First off, anon, lets get the elephant in the room out of the way: anybody can leave any kind of relationship they want, for any reason. even if its NOT toxic or abusive, if you want to leave someone and they happen to have bpd. you're in your full right to do that.

now. with that out of the way: you say

"i'm fairly sure she had bpd and it was influencing how she treated me"

Now, 'fairly sure' isn't the same as 'she has bpd'. DOES she have bpd? or are you just ASSIGNING her bpd because she was abusive and controlling?

"like, ofc bpd isn't evil, and neither are people who have it, but if someone is dealing with their illness by hurting others instead of focusing on their own healing, that's their fault and i feel like no one should have to stay with a toxic friend just for fear that if they don't they're being ableist because their toxic friend has a mental illness."

first off, if your sentence starts with 'bpd isnt evil and neither are the people who have it, BUT" then thats probably not a good start. secondly, yeah. obviously. no fucking shit. if someone is being, you know. ABUSIVE. then they're abusive, regardless of their mental illness. and nobody should have to stay with them.

"i'm not saying this is your belief, but it's the sentiment i've received heavily from a lot of the posts i've seen about people breaking off friendships with people who have bpd, and it made me feel bad for doing that to my friend because i start to think i should've tolerated her toxicity because she was struggling with her mental health, and i don't want to feel like a bad person for prioritizing my own"

You sure as fuck made it seem like you think thats my belief. Heres a little tidbit for you: "Anybody can leave anybody they want, for any reason, regardless of anything" and "people who have BPD do find abandonment to be extremely upsetting and sometimes downright traumatizing" are sentances that can and do co-exist. Even so. Even if some weird ass people WERE ever actually implying that: that is ENTIRELY not my fucking problem. Literally. I do not know you. We are strangers. I am a stranger to you.

so... it wasn't wrong of me to do that, right? i know she was struggling and couldn't control what she was struggling with, but i'm not a bad person for not excusing that or forgiving her, am i? sorry, i know this is super random and if it makes you uncomfy i'm very sorry, i just thought since you have bpd, if you give an answer to it i would trust you, idk.

No! it wasnt! and also, I'm not your fucking therapist! Me off handedly mentioning i have bpd and that my fp left me is NOT me opening the doors to you traumadumping on me and asking invasive and uncomfortable things about my complex trauma disorder!

people fucking demonize cluster-Bs enough as it is, why the fuck should i have to essentially coddle you and take the fall as someone with bpd just because your abuser had it.

you didnt deserve your abuse, nobody does! but its not my fucking job as a random stranger running an EMOJI BLOG who just so happened to offhandedly mention my bpd due to the relevance to a video game, to be a monolith for all those with bpd and try to convince people who already hate us due to stigma the very basic concept of 'we can be hurt by things, and our pain can be extremely irrational. and thats kind of the entire fucking point of the disorder, the fact that its irrational and a whole Problem. but we are not inherently abusive because of this, and evenif our pain is irrational or unfair we are still allowed to feel that pain as long as we understand where its coming from and how to deal with it. and we're allowed to express that pain'

and then, even further ontop of that. I literally said said fp was bad. they hurt me in other ways.

this is all in all, one of the most frustrating asks i think ive ever gotten.

you're not ableist for leaving them but you sure as fuck are by sending me this ask

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

I need to share soft sign language buddies ninogami headcanon because they’re taking over my brain always:

(This got so long, so youre welcome if youre also starved for ninogami content)

Nino’s mom is Deaf , so he grew up signing as much as speaking. When he was younger he always signed as he talked.

It turned out he’s also Hard of Hearing, so sign language is way easier for him to understand most of the time.

However, though he’s great at making friends, he’s very awkward when it comes to talking about himself. So never comes up in conversation.

It’s not a self-deprication issue. It’s just a “thinking of things to say is hard and I’d rather have someone else do the talking” thing. He’d rather talk about anyone except himself.

Additionally! He’s great at helping other people, but he’s terrible at asking for help. He does not EVER want to be like “hey i cant understand what you’re saying, my ears dont work great,” its his worst nightmare

And it doesnt help that there have been a few cases of people being rude about it when he doesnt hear them after they repeat themselves. And possibly worse, there have been even more cases of people giving over-the-top apologies instead of just,, telling him what they said. So it’s not worth the trouble in his mind

with his few close friends who still dont know, it feels like its too late and it’d be awkward to bring it up, so he just… doesnt. He’s procrastinating on telling them he cant hear them

He stopped signing as much as he talked in middle school because strangers would always be like “woah thats so cool, how do you know sign language” and he’d just panic because he was an awkward tween, and he didnt know if he was comfortable telling them he was HoH, but ALSO just saying his mom was Deaf and not mentioning himself felt like directly lying by hiding information, so he just took the “lazy” way out and signed less in public.

Sometimes fighting the anxiety was not worth it so he just let it win in that case.

Nino is so nice and energetic and loves people, but he is way more introverted and anxious than his friends think.

But when they start to get closer, Kagami who is ever-observant, notices him signing a little bit, (not ever to her, not ever on purpose, but he’d sometimes sign a word he needed to remember while speaking or sign along to emphasize something)

and she luckily for his anxiety, she doesnt know how to have a normal conversation either.

Her (platonic as well as romantic) love language is studying and research, and Nino seems very cool and she likes him, even if she is awful at holding a conversation with him or doing anything to show it.

She thinks he’s so cool and such an amazing talented kind friend. She has so much love for him that she doesnt know what to do with it. So she channels that energy into learning to sign through the internet and whatever tools she can find

And then after a while of this, she’s like “oh no, he’s gonna think that’s so creepy, I cant tell him I know sign language or he’ll be so uncomfortable”

So, like a whole idiot, she hides that she’s learning sign language from anyone. Because OBVIOUSLY if word got back to Nino, he’d assume it was because of him and that she was a weirdo he shouldn’t be friends with

But also Kagami accidentally falls in love with sign language because she has undiagnosed autism. She always assumed that communicating was just going to be impossible no matter what, but as she gets proficient in sign language she’s like,,, oh,,, OH,, this is very nice

Even just signing while she talks makes it so much easier to keep words and sentances straight, but she only does it when she’s alone with her mother, who is literally blind and would never know.

They become closer friends in late high school, and by that time a lot of Nino’s anxiety has worn off and he’s become completely comfortable letting teachers know when he needs to hear somthing, and middle school feels like a distant dream

At some point, Nino invites Kagami to his house a few times, and he signs with his mom. Nino is like “I can interpret for you,” and Kagami is like “wow thanks, I’m so lucky, because I obviously do not know any sign language, why would I have learned it, and also for the record it is brand new information to me that you can sign,” and Nino is like “cool? Its not a secret but im glad i told you if you somehow didnt already know,” and Kagami is like, “yep :)”

But then eventually as they become really close, they are texting one night, (Kagami can still barely get out of her house, so they need to communicate remotely. And both of then HATE phone calls bc its so hard to understand whats happening, but neither of them have admitted this to anyone)

Nino admits that he likes using sign language better than talking, and he wishes he could use it with his friends, but he’d feel so guilty asking them to learn an entire language just to make him slightly more comfortable. He can talk and hear OKAY so he shouldnt put the pressure on them.

and Kagami is like “you could always ask, worst case scenerio they say no, and i dont think thats an unreasonable demand” and nino is like “it is though,” and kagami’s like “ok so haha funny story, please dont hate me” and nino is like, “…what.” And kagami confesses everything and nino is like “why… why would i hate you for that?” And Kagami is like “oh wait youre right im stupid,”

And then Nino’s also like “hey if YOURE more comfortable signing too, then why dont YOU ask your friends to sign for you. Do you see what i mean? It’s hard to ask-” and kagami is like, “as your friend i will prove it is not.”

So then Kagami ends up confronting Adrien and Marinette the next day and is like “Hi. This is a sign language dictionary. Learn from it.” And they’re both like “what?” And she’s like “oh wait sorry. Backing up. I’m autistic. I decided like three years ago. Forgot to tell you. And I need you to learn to sign a little bit so you can understand if i sign something at you. If you want, of course. Please :D.” And theyre like “ok sure yeah i can do that.”

(Theyve already learned and accepted that shes extremely direct in asking for things)

So then she texts nino and is like “i did it. Youre welcome.”

But anyway both of them are uncomfortable in crowds and parties: Nino cant hear anyone and Kagami tends to get sensory overload, so they start signing mostly in those situations, and then it starts to sink in that they’re allowed to sign whenever and that the other really IS also comfortable with it.

(Both of them are much more willing to make sacrifices for others than to try something new and intimidating for themself, so this is the perfect situation to trick them into getting out of their comfort zone, ironically by trying to be more comfortable in the long run)

so they will just sit together and hang out and have long conversations while just chilling somewhere in a park or at cafes or whatever. Both of them become chattier than they’ve ever been because talking and understanding is so much easier, and its addicting

And their close friends all become proficient enough in sign language to have simple conversations.

But also Nino and Kagami start sitting together automatically even in group hangouts, and they start hanging out more with just the two of them, and soon neither of them feel bad about asking to hang out in quieter places, because they can justify it knowing that it will also help the other one, and together that makes both of them also more comfortable asking for little accomodations from other friends, if only to prove to the other that they can do it too.

And Kagami has the lesser-known autism side effect where she makes WAY TOO MUCH eye contact. She’s aware of it but that doesnt make it go away. Normally she feels so awkward about it, and overthinks her gaze because she doesnt want to scare people away. But when signing, you literally HAVE to be watching the other person constantly, so she has an excuse to just be herself, and its so relieving

(and also its kind of fun to look at Nino anyway because he can get so animated and his smile is really nice and oh no she is in love a little bit)

And Nino always struggles because he emotionally ALWAYS needs to be the nice polite one. His anxiety sometimes gets the better of him and he’s constantly worried about sending the wrong signals to his friends and coming off as rude somehow. But with Kagami, he can literally just ask?? And she will tell him her honest opinion without making it weird. And its so comfy and so good and he really loves hearing her unfiltered opinions on so many things because she sees the world in such a unique way and she gets so passionate about such little things and then oh no, he is fallen for her before he can realize it

And they also learn that they’re both artists, they both love to just observe the world because even if they;re awkward, people are actually pretty great most of the time, and its fun to observe them and try to capture the world, and they just sit together and sketch, or they watch each other sketch, and the thing is, both of them draw ONLY FOR THEMSELVES, its not a ‘skill,’ and they don;t want it to be, its just private art for relaxation. Somehow, though, its okay if they share their art with each other. They can just sit in comfortable silence for hours while one of them sketches something and the other watches patiently

And they start to get more comfortable with one of their heads resting on the other’s shoulder as they watch them doodle, and sitting so close their legs press together, and soon enough their hands start brushing against each other’s as they walk next to each other and then all of a sudden they’re casually holding hands whenever they’re not signing because it’s nice

They try to share headphones so Nino can share some of his favorite songs and his compositions with Kagami. But try as she might, Kagami can not handle the sensory of only having one earbud in. Nino knows her tells by that point, and he’s not about to let her suffer for a stupid reason, but she REALLY does want to hear his music. They somehow end up with Kagami putting a pair of headphones around her neck and turning up the volume a little bit so she can hear, while Nino rests his head on her shoulder so he can hear just enough to know where she is in the song

And then he has to sit up and scootch away just enough to see her hands so they can talk about it, and they both pretend not to notice how nice it was to snuggle as they sign. Its fine, though, because now they get the excuse to just look at each other again and sign overdramatically with exaggerated facial expressions, and no one else around can overhear their conversation, and Nino likes to go a little over the top when signing onomatopoeia and acting out particular parts of the song rhythm that he likes, and Kagami laughs, and they both mentally save the image of each other in this moment the same way that they look at reference images for artwork, memorizing the lines of each movement and the things that make each smile unique,

and Nino also shows up at every single one of her fencing tournaments, and he sits as close as he can and signs encouraging messages to her from the crowd whenever she’s not actively competing, (that her blind mom can never catch, which is somewhat of a bonus to Kagami, because every element of their friendship that her mother cant interact with makes this more personal and special and HERS). Every little sign she sends back at him, even a simple thank you, always feels so good and rebellious and free because shes supposed to be focusing on fencing but shes deciding to care more about friendship. And even if she’s expected to leave immediately afterword, she’ll find every excuse possible to find him and give him a hug, which he’ll always accept even though she jokingly warns him shes sweaty and gross

And eventually they are special best friends and it brings them instant joy to see each other and theyre able to interact for no reason other than that they want to and like each other

(And then they kiss)

[ratcandy]

OK SO. OC LORE BUR ACTUALLY

NOTE. THIS OC LORE ISNT ACTUALLY THAT GOOD

So some absent mother (Literally God) decides fuck it. giving the kids some fun by giving them some fancy universes or something. idk. so the kids end up creating some. fucked up shit. and then they got bored of the fucked up shit and decided to redo their fucked up shit. and it works

by now you've probably figured out

1) this is a really weird take on this one viddy gam

2) anon here is just someone on your server going insane and sending weird anon asks like usual.

sO. kid gods end up making a whole system for how the world works and stuff and just starts. fucking around with the people. just occasionally crushes them to death and stuff.

and we have some kids who are obviously Not Happy with this shit. like. ok so at this point i have to explain that this is essentially a concept for like. 3 games. one a quirky indie rpg. one a weird metroidvania with so mang endings it kills you. and one which is a rhythm game taking place in a fantasy land that also is the void. don't ask

so these kids, all of them have gotten fucked up by the kid gods bein idiots. theyve got dark and edgy backstories and shit. qnd so they end ip in this one area thats like. cool people zone. essentially the god dudes like you so theyre gonna sentance you to beings tuck in a fucking pit. at least you don't get hurt.

so all of them have different motivations to get out of this weird pit land. yea

also uhhh before i should say anything i have to say that most all of them are murderers and have done pretty shitty things

so one just wants to get to the god section to ressurect some person. that they killed. yea.

another wants their memories erased and thinks that just asking politely will help. they have a whole thing and now their goal is just to kinda reconnect with the people they kinda. broke ofd with. (they also killed like 57 people buuuut)

another just wants to escape because this place fucking sucks and also theres like. 4 people in the pit.

so they travel around and fight eachother and get a whole found family dynamic. and then the guy that killed like 57 people died because they die in all of my stories

at least they reached their original goal...

but that's another thing! yea

so some kid gets in the pit on accident (because of how 57 guy died) and now theyre existinf! also they kill the gods snd end the horrific cycle but now i'm tired od talkin so!

sorry for rant brai n scramble

"Isn't actually that good" mauls you

"someone on your server" my teeth are BARED. WHO. REACHES DIRECTLY FOR YOU

"57" and then I start giggling because I cannot do this. 57 makes my braincells go all haywire

on the note of the LORE, though, I am LOOKING DIRECTLY AT IT

[autumn-foxfire]

I'm not the anon who complaining about Mina so stop generalizing but I am one of those who are laughing coz everyone and me see a ass joke you are screaming Hori didn't mean it that way. Like dude YOU need to chill. You got on the defensive coz of an ask and are now in denial that people are laughing at it as an ass joke to defend Hori from people like Minanon. You are the puritan failing to understand how other people think. I'm not calling it weird I'm saying thats the mentality people do have

Like please stop being a prissy I'm so pure and unproblematic on main, right? Don't keep generalizing patronizing and virtue signalling. What did I say-its a traditional food. Google! Open a search browser and type. Travel and TV blogs deem it among world's disgusting foods. Yes thats a real peoblematic title go sue the TV channels who named their program and vlogs. And read what fandom is saying before generalizing about prissy minors you're nearer them without your absolute defence no two ways

#And go patrol twitter now, off you go. Go tell the secretly prude but writing dirty jokes adults its wrong they are thinking and culturally twisting innocuous signs into dirty words. Yes we see dirty jokes. Stop pretending its not there You were heavily apprehensive and defnsive by that ask you would not and you will only see it as clean. If you don't understand what that means I have nothing to say. Its not that common to assume thats dirty joke so neither Horikoshi nor did his editors see any

Okay, wow apparently I hit a nerve XD

First off, I never said you were the original anon??? Where did you pull that out of your ass? Is this because I said you guys were focusing on one part of the comic which you DID in your ask considering it was your first fucking sentance to me. Oh wow, didn't know it was generalizing to point out something you did :o

I never said Hori didn't mean it that way either? I just pointed out the joke wasn't about the way the food was eaten but rather that it was about how Mina wanted to try and eat birds in front of two characters who have bird mutations. My god how many times do I have to repeat that?

I never got defensive dude, I just pointed out with my original ask to who said it was inappropriate that they have a very strange view of what they consider inappropriate and then explained that in your ask because you didn't seem to understand what I was talking about. You're the one who is being way to defensive XD I mean you can laugh over the ass part in the joke all you want, doesn't change the fact that the joke is about Mina wanting to eat birds ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Apparently me being confused how someone can see a joke with Mina talking about eating fermented birds out of an ass as being inappropriate makes me a puritan?? Even though I'm arguing that a crude joke made with a teenage character is okay actually? My man, do you know what puritan and prissy mean?

Are you upset because I told you not to call food from other cultures weird? Aww are you upset I called out your xenophobic behaviour in my ask T-T Go cry me another fucking river then (and no just because the internet does it doesn't excuse you doing so to, I expect better from people).

P.S: Sadly for you my twitter account is just me thristing over my favourite characters. Oh sorry, is that not the puritan twitter you expected me to have :o Huh, who's making assumptions and generalizations now.

Get the fuck off my tumblr you goddamn weirdo and get a thicker skin because someone just correcting you on what the joke is actually about should not make you this upset XD

[galaxia-art]

[image description: a drawing meant to look like a screenshot from youtube, featuring the character iris from the webcomic someone always cares. iris is in their superpowered form, and is a person with pale skin, white chin length hair that sticks up at the ends, has black eyes with white pupils, pointy ears, a devil-like tail, and stubby horns. their arms and horns fade to black and their fingers are claw shaped, and they are dressed in all black.

the fake screenshot is of a video where iris is sitting on a computer chair in a bedroom with a dark purple theme. they’re mid sentance, gesturing with their hands, one of which is holding a dark brown and cream ferret, calmly hanging limply, swaying slightly from the gesturing. the captions read “things about my powers that even i don’t know about, since they’re.... somewhat weird, even for superpowers.” the video is by “shadow person” and is titled “Power Q&A: My ferret does not like the void [CC]”. with 69,420 views on oct x, 20xx.

in the sidebar there is 5 video reccomendations. up next, is a video by iris titled “can animals sense supers? [cc]” 2 months ago, with 42k views. the thumbnail is on iris peeking over a table at their terret in suprise, petting the ferret, which has line of suprise around it. the second video, also by iris, it titled “STORY TIME: The time i met a vigilante an...” 5 months ago with 57k views. the thumbnail has a fed up iris with their fingers pressed together in front of their face, beside them is the words “FREE ICE CREAM FOR LIFE??” and a pink ice cream on a cone underneath.

the 3rd video is by someone named “furryranter” with 69k views 2 weeks ago titled “should vigilantes face harsher legal punishm...” the video says it is 1 hour and 24 minutes long, unlike the other which are all 13-8 minutes. the thumbnail is of someones wolf rantsona, which is dark brown with light brown undersides, with a red fringe and eyes. its looking contemplative, with one hand on its chin. behind it are three lineless images, one of captain x, a woman in all white, the second of lewis and jade, a boy in bright cyan and a girl in light purple, both on a rooftop, and a third featuring a view of the city with a few giant trees.

the 4th is also by iris, 3 months ago with 36k views, titled “why i’m not doing an identity reveal [cc]”. the thumbnail has the same text as the title, with iris standing with their arms crossed, and their face scribbled over with a question mark. their body is covered in shadows with a few eyes pattens. the last video is by someone named “fayke namie” with 8million views 6 months ago, titled “i faked having superpowers for views. the thumbnail is of a woman with dyed blue hair, crying at the camera with the words “im sorry”.

the second 2 images are close ups of the thumbnails and the main video. end id]

something something iris has a youtube channel and thats canon! yall cant stop me

[goddamnmuses-a]

Dan Watches: Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope

Alright so I did this for Episode I which you can find here and then Episode II which you can find here and then Episode III which you can find here. So here’s my weird live reaction/note taking/whatever this is.. to Episode lV.

I remember this being my favourite of the original trilogy because it sets everything up and basically kick started everything but lets see if that changes when i’ve finally got through all of these. 

Also I’m just watching whatever version i can find online because I can’t be bothered to go and find my dvd of it so yeah.. whether we get weird updated version or original effects or whatever, who knows. 

All the old effects like how C3p0 looks and r2d2 are impressive. 

There wasn’t really anything in the opening crawl i felt like commenting on, no big THEY DID THAT IN THE OPENING? but i guess it’s the first one that came out so that makes sense. 

WTF did the stormtroopers use to get that door open, that was so explosive wtf.

Also the blasters are like set to 10000 and smoke is everywhere. 

How did nobody shoot the dorids?

Yooo little Ani nice suit my dude. 

Hold on, she sent a msg with r2 to go to Obiwan which for 1 howd she know he’s alive? I’m gonna presume her dad said or something and 2.. ..why not just.. go yourself? 

So when they’re set to stun a Stormtrooper can shoot someone no problem

Also we dont get enough stun weird circle blaster shots

Ohhhh she didnt go because the scan for lifeforms thing alright ill allow it

but my dude.. even so.. maybe just shoot it just in case? like.. droids exist and people know about them?

DARTH VADERS LITTLE HANDS ON HIPS! Omfg he’s like “God damn, this bitch again.”

This Vader is a sassy boy. 

I love this guy who works with Vader and doesnt mind chatting back to him. 

Loving the droids in the desert. 

R2 does not look like it would work in a desert. 

C3 like “He tricked me into going this way” stop being a lil bich. 

WOOTINI!

The crawler thingy is badass. 

I thought that was a magnet it was just a big sucky pipe. 

GONK

Oh yep theres the new effects. 

Droids sleep? I guess power saver mode. 

Wtf is that dome droid

Luke! Luuuuuke! Iconic 2 words there. Well reused for that episode of Rebels where Obiwan watches from a distance. 

Bocce.. what a classic language. 

OMG OWEN JUST LET HIM GO INTO TOSHE STATION TO PICK UP SOME POWER CONVERTERS JEEEEZ 

How is that “wasting time with friends” and not chores, going into town to get something sounds like a chore to me. 

Why did they get an atromech anyway? Like.. what’d they need the other droid for? 

C3 is a real bro lbh, if it wasn’t for him, R2 would be with the jawa still. 

Oooh oil bath. sexy. 

I wonder if people ship R2 and C3 because tbh it makes sense to me. 

Luke got an erection at the mention of the rebellion. 

Now it’s getting harder at that random blurry image of his sister. 

R2 is a cheeky lil shit. 

This is just some good home life shit. 

Dat soundtrack. 

You know what.. it’s a really nice home. 

Is it just me or is Owen dressed kinda Jedi-y. 

So is “Sand People” like the racist way to say “Tusken Raider”?

Obiwan, thats a ridiculous fucking noise. 

“Hello There” iconic. 

You know what the Prequels do add a lot to this. 

A young Jedi named Darth Vader.. im sorry.. thats just not a name. 

For someone who wants to get off the planet, Lukes like “Naa but i gotta get home”

Obiwan also just being like “You know what, fuck it here.. lets go.”

You know what as much of a bitch as that guy who gets force choked is, he’s a good actor. 

Also Tarkin yay. 

NOOOOO OWEN AND BERU! YOU BASTARDS!

I feel like he should have dropped to his knees or something there. 

That is a scary droid. 

Cool door close. 

Thats a weird ass CG droid with a hole in. 

None of the other storm troopers gonna wonder why Dave’s being weird? 

Wahey! Figrin Dan and the Model Nodes! Love that Jizz music. 

Who just ugs on the back of a bartenders shirt? Wtf Luke

Yo he didnt even pay for his drink, free drinks?

Who gets the death sentance in 12 systems and goes around bragging? 

The first arm cut off and theres all sortsw of blood which there shouldnt be because lightsabers cauterize the wound, tut tut. 

Gooood scene with Han and Obi, honestly i keep forgetting to comment because im just watching xD

Wahey! Greedo 

If we’re doing a han shot first thing.. Greedo shot first in this version and missed and then Han shot him but tbh i prefer the Han shot first.. makes him more interesting. 

Jabba looks smaller. 

Casual Boba Fett appearance. 

Yooo Poncho. My boy Cal approves. 

Fuck those weird long nose aliens. 

The Falcon looks so good. 

Get those poor guys by the Death Star laser a damn rail. 

We just cool with igniting the lightsaber in front of Han and Chewie? Chewie at least knows wtf it is.

Chewie is a badass. 

Let the Wookie win. 

WTF that isnt the lightspeed effect.. it’s like a weird blanket tunnel 

The fact they get onto the Death Star with no issue is kind of ridiculous. 

The motion of Darth Vader is kinda just.. not fitting right. 

Han just pat Chewie like hes a dog. Rude. 

Han just gets caught up in this without a choice rly. 

He just wants those sweet credits. 

Also Set Design on Star Wars is amazing. 

Leia just lounging all sexy like 

Also does she have a stain on her tit? .. Not that im looking >.>

The Jedi being called a religion is kinda weird but i guess accurate. 

This has to be the worst star to a friendship for all three of them. Chewie seems cool though. 

I also thought the trash compactor scene was earlier on in this movie than it is. 

Who the fucks voice was it that said “Thats your imagination” ? 

How the fuck are they standing if the water is that deep?

I liek the touch of the monster whos name im sure i learnt but forgot let go as if it knew the trash compactor was about to turn on, that implies it has a safe spot down there that it stays. 

Some of the voices sound off on this but ah well 

Hans already a little Handsy with Leia but i think Harrison Ford was sleeping with Carie at the time so like.. i get it. 

Obiwan just strolling about, as you do. 

I love just these giant pits with walkways with no rails. If I worked on the Death Star it’d be a nightmare for me to get around. 

“NO WAIT THEY’LL HEAR!” ...and they’re not gonna hear you shouting?

Stormtroopers just shooting the shit is the best. 

You know what with everyone being like “Wow that ships a shitheap.” I can understand why the prequels made their ships look nicer and newer. 

I love that shooting a door panel in star wars just makes it so the doors wont open at all, thats some good shit. 

Lukes as bad of a shot as a Stormtrooper. 

First little kissy incesty moment but hey it was on the cheek, universally thats fine but im sure at the time this was him setting up that Luke and Leia were gonna end up together, before he decided they were siblings. 

Vader just standing there, lightsaber already out like “Ahhh Mr.Kenobi I’ve been expecting you”

As lack luster as the chroeography is in this fight im kinda thinking of it as like, they’re reading each other, like Obiwan and Maul’s final fight. 

I don’t really know why Obiwan just chooses to die like that but heyo. 

Vader stomping on Obiwans clothes? Why? I guess because he gave himself to the force and thats the first time he’s seen that? 

I love the gunner seats moving around, idk why i just love it. 

Whats the point of the ear peices if they’re just gonna shout at each other. 

Not mentioned it until now but everyone says Leia wrong. 

They’re really harsh to Han tbf

This is like if you got an Uber to a place and then the Uber driver got pulled into a police station because you’re a terrorist and then you have a go at the Uber driver for wanting to leave after he’s got you out of there. 

Another kiss for Luke.. .. okay

I like how Biggs earlier scenes are deleted so when he shows up it’s just this random dude who somehow knows Luke

That air traffic control guy has no idea what hes doing, nobody is even in the air yet or moving, wait. 

Man X wings are cool, makes me think of Battlefronts VR mission thing where you get to pilot one and it’s the coolest VR thing ive done. 

For a space station the size of a moon you’d think they’d have enough fighters to just wipe out the rebels no biggy. 

ALSO if they know the rebel base is on that planet, why not just blow that planet up? 

YAY WEDGE

The targetting computer seems very invasive. 

Those turrets are useless. 

I would have rated it if they let that random dude blow up the Death Star.

Tarkins thinking face is beautiful. What a man, 

If Luke missed this shot, everyone knows he’s turned his targetting computer off, so they would be PISSED

RIP R2. 

HWHAT!? 

Woooo Mr.Solo. 

Well.. Well done Luke you killed a lot of people, some just trying to do a job and live their lives. 

Han, Leia and Luke all went off together all holding each other.. like.. Threesome? 

I’m sorry but after that, someones doing some fucking. 

Leia just giving her lovers, dont @ me, a medal. Thats why Chewie doesnt get one, he wasnt there for the orgy. 

R2 looking fresh. 

You know what, that is a good complete story that actually works on its own, i appreaciate that. 10/10. :P

[rotten-dan]

now I'm curious!!! especially cause I have a couple Spanish speaking oc's, what's the difference between "te amo" and "te quiero?" I got from the post that they're both ways to express affection at different levels, but!! do they translate into the same english phrase? who would you say "te amo" to, do you use it with family or very special friends, or only partners? can "te quiero" be used to directly replace "te amo" in all, or most situations? also, how would you use both in a sentance?

imma go poetic on this shit cuz i love love

te amo is deep, it’s a precious phrase, it’s serious, if you say it you gotta mean it or else you gonna hurt someone, sometimes is said in playful manners by teenagers like the type of het girls that would call each other girlfriends, the context helps a lot with it, for example when you been dating someone and you realize “you’re the one” you say te amo. that’s why if someone says te amo 3 days into dating u probably have to run. or people who are scared of commitment shit their pants when their current partner says it

usually family can be on that level of affection too, good family, chosen family. but in brief, someone who you can be vulnerable to and you trust they can do the same to you, someone you could hug for 5 minutes and not feel weird about it, is who you say I love you to

I’ve said te amo to a friend, but!!! it was to my lgbt+ friend and our concept of attraction and affection is more expanded so we can do it without feeling weird

and like i said on my tags, because it’s my mother language, bcuz it’s part of how i grew up, it feels more personal, it feels like you’re breaking a barrier and you’re able to understand the depth that it has.

amar as a verb can be used for silly things like saying u amas mashed popatos but saying it to a person a whole new thing “te amo mucho ricardo” “amo a mi familia”

—–

funfact, te quiero , directly translated means “I want you” but somehow is not as intense as it might sound

friends use “te quiero”, is softer, is cuter, is childish, “te quiero mucho” is adorable, is written in cards you give to friends you call your bffs, cards for your mom when you’re a child, i say it to my cat when im holding her, it can be said in a uwu voice and be totally suitable. you can see it as “I like you more the usual casual friend in my life”it’s not really for crushes if you ask me, or at least to me, i barely see any romantic feelings on a te quiero, you can say to partner te quiero no problem, doesnt mean thats the only use for it.

i dont know if a te quiero could ever replace a te amo...

i asked a friend and they said “it’s like less strong than a te amo but wanting to get closer, but giving space too” and i completely agree

“te quiero mucho amiguis” “quiero mucho a mi gato” “quiero mucho a mi mama”

SORRY FOR LONG POST I LOVE MY LANGUAGE

[beyondlife-m]

(Somewhere in the outer space.)

I was on my space cycle. Trying to get back to my her. Carrying a tiffin. Ya, you heard me correct with a tiffin. So, I was on shortest way to her research center that I know. The only problem with shortest path is ''traffic'' it dosent matter if its earth or space. Me and other space moped, and crafts were wating on a signal for a satelite to pass. And after that we moved on.

Me: ''hey, watch your ship you pice of a dirty shit.'' I shoued from back A small ship but bigger the mine passed by and almost hit me. He was showing a finger to me while driving away. I guess that was the only finger he had.

I reached to research center, it was camp, a big camp with lots of baloon like structure, At the entry gate. There was a guard, a two headed guy with flatten nose, long neck. Dark black eyes.

Head one : ''entry pleace'' and passed me the regester having coloum of Name purpose and other detail.

Me: dont you have finger print entrys?

Head two : in what era you are living in? punk. Those features sill have years to come.

My head: oh! I taught I would asked that question?

Head two : who you? What in the bag?. With Making face and rough voive

Head one : shut up Finch! there is sansor to detect if there is any thing.

Head two : No Burd, we cant just let him in without chaking his bag. Its our job.

My head : watch your head buddy. Or only one head will be left on your shoulders.

Me: ''ok sir.'' And open the bag. He look for a while.

Head one: Finch! Are you done?

Head two: whats that? Thats look so nasty and weird!

Me: its human food sir... With all my politeness left in me. So, he could just let me in without any trouble.

I went to the reception and asked for her. Receptionist told me she is in flowrista resurch lab, tent no. 4 at side B. I opened the vacuum chembur and there was haze fumigation entry to the lab and all haze was flowing around me like smoke i barely could see any thing and wondering ”what the hell am i doing here? Wearing a space suit! And before few days i was backing muffing in my kitchin.!''

I looked around and I saw her. She was with writting pad, writting something and standing at some alian sunflowers those were in protection of some kind of glass fencing.

Me: ''hey! honey! You forgot the tiffin'' with a smile I shouted from back waving my hand and showing her bag. All others staff turned there head to me. Until then, i was thinking those are just maniac for space suit. every thing was silent and so still, from the moment i entered here.

She ran to me with an angy face. she : '' what the hell you are doing here? All the way alone'' I was wondering that too.

Me : ''l brought luch for you!.'' And trying to feel sorry. But i was not.

She: ''There was no need, there is already enough food.''

Me : ''O those creamy paste? you call that food.! Honey you know i cant just let you rome around in space without good food.''.. My last sentance went so loud.

Every body around was looking again.

while holding her head she said: ''you have been such an embarrassment for me every where''. I was like, o god! that really huts!

Me : ''Since when? Its you who have been here for all this. You wanted to reserch on this weird things. (Running out of pacence) Are those flowers on earth were not enough for your paper work.''

She kept on looking at me for few moments. And then She just took my hand and moved closer to those folwers. And said ''look! this are not just sunflowers look at there pollan surface in center. They are making shapes and images.''

I look closely and saw flotting lights and blurry images were forming at the center surface. That really got my sights. With all the curiosity i asked her ''what is happening. whats are those?''

She (passionately) : ''those are bio screens. Something like bio luminous reaction. first time ever discovered in human history. They are not just plants they are alive. And we are here trying to communicate with them some how....'' Well some of her sentences were passed over my head.... (And our conversation went on)

[cantarellangel]

I'm bad at journalling actually so making my silly little posts here help straighten out my thoughts but I also feel like i need to embellish my life first to make it more fun and interesting to everyone reading? but what can I say I'm thinking of rothkos painting the sunset and how it feels like I could walk into it the way the colours bleed into each other slowly and if I was the colour id be so worried about messing up the painting I'd constantly be apologising to the other colours like sorry I can't help myself im always spilling all over you. this is a metaphor actually because also I can only talk about my feelings in weird slantways angles my therapist told me that it's good to feel your emotions but I wish they could like leave once I've felt them like can't this be an email? -_- and this is a metaphor because like I've always figured I'd simply like exist & have a few friends and die made my peace with the solitude and thought well it's fine if I'm secretly terrible it's not like I'm hurting anyone as long as I behave nice???? but now it's like I want to be good enough to deserve good things because I do have a good thing going and it's so scary that I can break it!!!!! I only have a few sentances and i say them again and again and my hands shake and I drop things all the time!!!! but like I'm not even scared anymore because like the drive to win and the constant giddiness outweighs the scariness???? but also im always imagining everyone's saying bad things about this like secretly confirming my worst fears and if anyone says anything bad I would shatter into a thousand million pieces. my next to read is that piece with that quote thats like we fall in love because we long to escape from ourselves with someone as ideal as we are corrupt. I'm unused to gentleness and kindness which is why it makes me so aaaaaaa!!!!!

[imafaceplant]

If you want an actual response, i can probably awnser a few for you.

-formailites and small talk are seen as signs you want to talk and be around the person as long as possible, to the point where it is the societal norm to act like that, so when you are short and to the point with people, they may take it as a sign you don’t want to spend time with them, or more importantly, because they assume you act with formailties to other people, implying that you want to spend time with everyone else but not them. sorry, that was a really long run-on sentance.

-see above, small talk makes people think you want to spend time talking to and intreacting with them, even if its about inconquential things.

-we usually don’t, your friend WAS probably mad or sad that day and either lashing out or making a pointed comment about something.

-IdK about other people, but its usually not that overwhelming for me, or modt neruotypical people i know. i know people on all ends of the spectrum for stimulation tolerance, from those with sensory disorders to people who regularly go to emo punk concerts. As far as I understand, we arnt very sensitve to oberstimulation comparend to non-neurotypicals. I’ve never been inside the mind lf someone with autism, so I can’t really compare precisely, but it just... dosn’t really affect us nearly as much. loud noises make my ears hurt after a white, and give other people headaches, and going to a raging party can be awful after 3 hours sleep, but its never gotten to the point where i felt like i was gonng to break down, at worst have to gobsomewhere new. when that does happen, i usually just leav and thats about it, maybe lay in a quiet place and enjoy teh scilence.harsh noises can be annoying, but flashing lights have never been a probelm for me. I actually rather enjoy them.

-if you mean why people expect you to act Nt even after they know your autistic, probably because they either dont know the symptoms of autism well, or are uncomftroable with people acting outside their percived “norm”, no matter the reason. or both. why people are uncomftorable with people acting outside the norm, i’m not entirely sure. One theory is because when you avt outside of social bounds, they find it hard to understand you, which causes uncertainty and stress. sor they would rather put you in a box so they can read you. because otherwise they are always unsure of if they read you right ir not. Its not an excuse, but it is an explaination/

-probably for the reasons above, and because fear causes hate.

-because its seen as not working hard enough, and being ”non-American”. -once again, because of fear and intolerance, and not being able to be compassionalte to people you dont understand.

-its considered ’weird’, because its not a tning most neurotypicals do.

hope this awnsered some of your questioons! Sorry this got so long, and for the spelling errors. im on mobile, and I kinda ran outta energy awnsering the last few XD. My brain juice for the day has run out.

Questions for neurotypicals:

- Why is it rude to write short and precise emails? I don't understand why I have to write out a whole paragraph just to tell the teacher my late work will be turned in by the end of the week.

- Why is small talk a thing? I don't understand why I'm supposed to act friendly and like I know someone when I just met them

- Why do y'all take everything we do so personally? Like I suck at telling emotions and I asked my friend if she was mad/sad and she got mad at me for asking

- How do you all deal with awful sensory stuff (flashing lights, harsh noises, etc.)?

- Why are we (neurodivergents) expected to act neurotypical?

- Why do neurotypicals treat diagnosis's such as autism, OCD, and ADHD like a death sentence?

- Why are naps not deemed acceptable in work/school?

- Why do many neurotypicals put neurodivergents at a lower respect? (I.E. call us the R-slur, make fun of us, mock us, etc.)

- Why is stimming not accepted?

[mariocki]

The Terror (Edgar Wallace’s The Terror, 1938)

“You are extremely heartless, Sir!” “No heart about me, old boy. All brain.”

The history of The Terror is, like most Edgar Wallace properties, convoluted and confusing. Wallace was a machine, churning out scripts, plays and novels at a rate that Stephen King would find daunting, and by the mid 1920s he was firmly established as the king of the potboiler. The Terror was written first as a stage play, completed in just five days (a typically Wallacean feat) and staged in 1927. There followed a film adaptation in 1928 - only the second “all talking” picture released by Warner Brothers - but that version is now considered a lost film. The following year Wallace novelised his script, again as The Terror (it at least seems to have avoided the multiple name changes some other Wallace works were subject to) and it was chosen to launch Collins’ Detective Story Club. For a few years the world was Terror free, until ABPC decided the time was evidently ripe for a remake: so we have 1938’s offering.

Wallace had died by this point, but the film feels very much like his product. I can’t say how faithful the adaptation is, not having seen the play nor read the book, but its a fair guess to say it plays out in pretty much the same way. All the Wallace tropes are in place; the mysterious, unknown villain whose face nobody knows; a character who may be a villain or may be a policeman; hidden passageways and secret chambers. Throw in a ghost, some spooky organ music and a historical crime and you have Prime Eddy W. The villain nobody can recognise is, in particular, a Wallace favourite - it forms the centrepiece of probably his most successful work, The Gaunt Stranger/The Ringer (novel 1925, play 1927, film 1928, 1931, 1938, 1952…).

The historical crime, in this instance, is a bullion robbery. Using a gas attack, three men rob an armoured car - they are Joe Connor, ‘Soapy’ Marx and a giggling maniac called O'Shea. Director Richard Bird does a good job of keeping O'Shea’s face concealed, first during the robbery and then as he watches (and informs on) his compatriots, preserving his identity for the final twist. Connor and Marx are arrested and spend ten years in prison, vowing to find O'Shea and the loot upon release.

Briefly we see the police reaction, but key figure Inspector Bradley is again shot in such a way that his face is never clearly seen - setting up the secondary twist. This is all fine and good, but the problem with this type of plot is that its often painfully obvious who the surprise villain (and in the case the surprise policeman) are going to be. Maybe I’m just cynical and the world of 2017 doesn’t allow the same suspension of disbelief. But it is pretty obvious. Things aren’t helped by the fact that the filmmakers seem to have forgotten Bradley’s identity is a secret, as he’s quietly revealed to be an officer of the law about half way through (making the final reveal at the end of the film painfully redundant).

All is not lost though! If I wanted groundbreaking originality I wouldn’t be watching a Wallace film. The enjoyment is not in the twists but in how they’re put together, and in all the little moments along the way. Its a rule of thumb for most EW adaptations that they are generally less than the sum of their parts. The parts is where all the fun happens.

A lot of the fun here comes from the cast. The two vengeful armed robbers are played by Henry Oscar and Alastair Sim, which sounds downright implausible on paper, but which actually works incredibly well. This is from an era in which seemingly every film made in Britain had to have a thick vein of humour running through it, and Oscar and Sim’s unlikely double act works wonderfully to underscore some of the melodrama. Sim in particular is delightful - he plays ‘Soapy’ Marx in a way that might have been considered ‘eccentric’ or ‘dandyish’ in 1938, but which today seems outrageously camp. At one point in the film he adopts the disguise of a vicar and these scenes are probably the highlight of the film. Floating around the boarding house in which most of the film is set, sporting a dog collar and a wig, he ingratiates himself with the other (female) lodgers over tea. They read from a scrapbook of famous crimes and Sim arches his eyebrows, purses his lips, nods his head at all the right points. When the ladies reach the very bullion heist he was a part of, Sim manages to convey an explosion of floundering panic and indecision, all while staying very still. Its a beautiful performance.

Elsewhere we have a young Bernard Lee, long before Bond, as a consistently drunk young gentleman trying to acquire a room at the boarding house. He’s quickly smitten with the owner’s daughter, played by Linden Travers, and spends much of the film pursuing her. Pursuit is an apt word - whilst his romantic declarations and constant attendance are presumably supposed to play as charming, they unfortunately come across more as drunken lairiness. Times and attitudes change perhaps, but I found myself feeling very sorry for Travers. Her performance, incidentally, is impeccable - but like so many films of this era, she is badly served by the script and given little to do besides looking lovely and reacting with horror, in more or less equal amounts.

There are three more lodgers - a mother and daughter, played by Iris Hoey and Lesley Wareing, and the genteel Mr. Goodman, played by Wilfrid Lawson. Hoey and Wareing get more to play with than Travers, their characters having a ghoulish fascination with both ‘true crime’ stories and the ghostly legends surrounding the boarding house. Their interaction, with its mix of demand for table manners and grotesque conversation pieces, provides a lot of the light relief. Lawson comes off best, however. Its difficult to say whether thats because of the script or his performance. Where every one else is fashionably clipped and proper, straight-backed and (dare I say it) a little stiff, Lawson lounges over the entire film, delivering his lines with a dry loucheness and a barely hidden smile. He doesn’t exactly chew the scenery - its more in the order of a wine tasting, swirling it around his mouth before discretely spitting it out.

Mr. Goodman has been a lodger for the last ten years, ever since Colonel Redmayne bought the boarding house. Their relationship stands out as peculiar - later in the film it is revealed that [SPOILERS] Goodman is actually O'Shea and has been blackmailing the Colonel into sheltering him. This is how the Colonel tells it, anyway, to the police - describing his fear of the mentally unstable Goodman/O'Shea. The thing is, their relationship never really comes across that way until that point. They seem to be remarkably close, with Goodman talking happily of their ten years ‘together’ and even describing the 'life [they] have made for [themselves]’. True, Goodman is shown to be insane at the conclusion. True, he also declares his love to Redmayne’s daughter at one point - but this comes so out of left field, so utterly unsignposted that its weirdly the most unbelievable thing in the film. Perhaps this is supposed to be an aspect of Goodman’s damaged psyche, the transference of affection quickly and strongly to someone he barely knows (Redmayne’s daughter has only just arrived in the country when the action begins). Its tempting to look for queer coding in the character of Goodman (Lawson also plays him as quite effete), but I’m always wary of doing so in these situations. Its a difficult part of watching films, as a queer person - you can never be sure if you’re reaching too far, to find something that isn’t really there or, conversely, rejecting something that is there because you’ve been programmed to believe it couldn’t possibly be. So it goes.

Everything comes to a suitably gothic head at the conclusion, with characters entombed alive, mad men in monk’s habits, sealed crypts and hidden gold - and all taking place on a Dark And Stormy Night. Its absurdly histrionic but its pure Wallace. The Bad guy gets his dues, the good guy gets the girl and everyone goes home happy and safe.

Except for one weird aside. This film was made in 1938. The decade Marx and Connor spend in prison is shown in an inventive montage of world affairs, imposed over their angry faces. One of the last images, of the outside world they are missing whilst serving their sentances, is of Adolf Hitler addressing crowds at Nuremberg. World War 2 was still a year away, but the involuntary image of Hitler’s face faded over the villains is an unsettling one. It would be several years before films could be as carefree and fun as this particular piece of Wallace gumbo, so for that at least it should be celebrated.

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The Kid Machine (Part 1)

So this is my first attempt at a VLD fanfic and using Tumblr so if you have any tips or anything hit me up. I will be posting more parts later.

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“Ha take that!” Before anyone could blink the last shot i took ended up causing the entire battleship to explode before the ion canon was able to take a shot at the castle.

“Yeah good job Lance! That was a great shot!” Shiro said as i was doing my victory dance.

“Of course that awesome of shot could only come from someone equally as awesome.” i gloated because for once i was actually happy with what i managed to do.

“Wait then how did you make that shot?” Keith said instantly making me stop my dance whilst thoughts i tried to keep away started to come back full force.

“Shut it mullet youre just jealous you couldnt pull off that shot.” I instantly shot back at him. Before he had a chance to reply Shiro told us to stop arguing and get back to the castle which was now landed on the planet below us called Kuros. Keith didnt bother saying something again but i did manage to hear him growl lowly.

As we stepped out of our lions the aliens who inhabit Kuros, kurens as they are called, started swarming us and started dragging us to the castle where the king and queen would be holding a party for us. This one little alien seemed to be only a child about 3 followed me around for a little bit before he attatched himself to my leg and went with me where ever i went. The kid seemed like he was getting bored so i pulled him up until he was on my shoulders then started dancing around to the music that was playing. Eventually a song came on the required a partner so i forced the closest person to me, who happened to be Keith, to dance with us. “Lance what are you doing!? I cant even dance!” Keith yelled as i pulled him with us while i started spinning us around to the beat. “Relax, Keith and follow my lead.” The dance that went with this song was very fast beat and kind of hard to follow at first but watching the other partners i managed to get into the rhythm of the dance since it was quite repetitive. Keith was against it at first and kept trying to pull away but i think the fact that the Kuren child was enjoying himself and laughing quite loud convinced keith to just go along with what was happening. The party was going on for quite a while and i was getting bored so i grabbed onto Keiths arm while setting down the tired Kuren child and started pulling keith up the stairs to go exploring. “What are you doing?” He asked as we turned a corner. “I am taking you exploring!” “Well why are you taking me exactly?” He questioned while slightly trying to pull his arm out of my grasp but i just tighted my hold while still dragging him with me. “Well because you were the closest person to me duh.” I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world but honestly i think it was the most obvious because thats how i roll. I heard him sigh but he let me pull him to where ever. im pretty sure he doesnt know his way around and if i know Keith he will just blame me if we get caught so itd be better for him to be with me for that to make sense. I found double doors at the end of the hall that just seemed to scream my name, ok not really i just liked how they were really pretty. why does a flipping door need to sparkle, like dude thats awesome! I pushed the doors open and walked in all excited and noticed the room was dark except for the light coming from huge windows on both sides of the room but there was only a tube looking machine in the center of the room. Confused i walked into the machine with keith still right behind me when i reached out to press a button but Keiths voice stopped me. “Maybe you shouldnt press that we dont know what itll do.” “Nah its okay its not like theyd have anything harmful where someone could just walk in and find it.” Before Keith could react i quickly pushed the button which caused the tube doors to close. We both started to bang on the glass but no one was around us and our helmet comms werent working in here so i turned back to the only button thats available to press. “Maybe theyll open if i pressed the button again?” “Nooo-” i cut Keith off mid sentance by hitting the button causing a red light to flash for a second. I quickly jumped back and grabbed Keith kinda scared on what was going to happen when the light stopped blinking and the door opened. We both basically threw ourselves out of the tube as quick as we could. The room was almost pitch black since the sun went down and no lights were on in the room when we suddenly heard Shiro talk. “Guys! Lance! Keith! Can you hear me where are you we are in front of the ship the parties over.” “Heyyy Shiro were here we can hear you we are on our way now.” I said really quick so he would stop yelling. “Yep we can hear you be there in a little bit.” Keith also replied at rhe same time. We both quickly let each other go then started walking out of the pitch black room when Keith spoke up again. “Lance stop screwing around let go of my leg.” “How the butts can i be touching you when im in front of you?” I asked really confused “Wait so that... Isnt you?” “Nope whatever that is isnt me.” I assured him. After those words were out of my mouth he quickly kicked whatever had a hold of his leg off of him then was about to take off running when i heard what sounded like crying from the direction the thing landed. Keith turned on the light in our suits while i moved toward the crying thing when the light reached the object i realized it was a human child who had short black hair and blue eyes lile my own he looked to be about 3 years old at least. “Keith you kicked a child a child do you hear me!” I exclaimed while picking up the child cuddling it to my chest softly repeating that its okay and he didnt mean it “Where the hell did it come from?” “Language Keith hes a child no cussing in from of him!” I took my eyes off Keith and turned my attention to the young boy in my arms. “Hello there. Can you tell me your name?” He looked at me confused then shrugged so i took a different approach. “Okay how about where are your parents little one?” At that his expression brightened and pointed to both keith and i. “Well obviously you and dad, papa!” After hearing that i froze and i could feel Keith tense up behind me. “I mean i can see it Keith he has your hair color and my eyes.” i said while turning so Keith could see the boy in my arms easier. “There is no way in hel-” I quickly interrupted him “no swearing in front of our child alright thats a bad word.” “Papa, dad said a bad word, is he mad at me? “The little boy was tearing up while looking up at me and i could feel my heart just breaking “No little one dads not mad at you are you keith?” I looked at him pointedly as if saying to go along with it. “Of course im not mad at you but i am sorry i kicked you i didnt realize that was you.” Keith said but im pretty sure hes warming up to our little angel already. Even though it is really weird knowing.i have a kid now and with Keith no less i dont mind because i already love our child even if the other parent is Keith. “Its alright dad im not mad at you as long as you arent mad at me!” The kid said smiling brightly. Keith pov After the kid who is apparently mine and ugh lances kid finished telling me hes not mad at me he smiled in a way that reminded me of Lance very big and very bright. “Papa i wanna go see dad can i please?” The kid started making what do you call them? Grabby hands at me wanting me to carry him. Lance just smiled at him and in that smile you could see that this kid was already the center of Lances world. “Of course little one off you go.” He started handing me the kid when we heard Shrio speak up so Lance froze with the child halfway to me. “Guys what is taking so long are you almost on your way?” “Uh yeah we ar- wait ok its ok i got you.” I tried answering but lance just thrusted the kid into my arms whilst i was mid sentance. "What who are you talking to?" “No dont touch that come on lets follow.... Yeah hes right there. I told the kid as Lance started walking away with my following before i remembered Shiro could here me and was probably even more confused then before “dont worry shiro we are on our way go on into the ship be there in a couple of minutes.” “Alright i guess if you say so…” was the only reply i got. You could hear the confusion in his voice before i turned the comms off and started chasing Lance to catch up to him when the kid spoke up “Papa wait up youre going to fall.” that was all it took for Lance to stop so we could catch up. “Sorry bought that bud i promise ill stay closer this time alright?” The kid seemed happy with that answer so he cuddled up to me making me smile. As we were about to enter the castle the kid muttered about where we were and how pretty the castle is.