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fishsticksloser · 7 months

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HI-

I love your fics. And I'm mostly into little sister turtle reader fanfics for the rottmnt fandom- I would like to request something "special"

Prompt :

The reader is 12 and has a mixture of her brothers personalities. Every sibling has role right.?? Raph is the strongest and leader. Leo is the funniest and flamboyant one. Donnie the obviously the brains and plans of the family. Mikey is the skilled and life of the party.. And then there is reader. The absolute chaos and craziness of the family.

So in battle- Read would be absolutely reckless and jump in battle and just start attacking left in right. Like DAMN- She didn't have a plan, but reader was absolutely kicking ass. And Reader would get a minor injury.

But since reader is headstrong, reader would not let anyone touch the wounds. She calls herself "chaos creator" and wants nobody to tend to her wounds. Even if they were severe lol-

I'd like to see a small fic or hcs about how the turtles would react after the battle if she got a small injury like a broken arm or a cut on her face lol. I can hear April through the screen cheering the reader on while reader beats the heck out of the nameless villain lol- TY I LOVE YOUR FICS SO MUCH-

Chaotic!Reader

RotTMNT + gn!reader

Warnings: injuries, angry brothers/sister, tending to injuries

A/N: Ack! Thank you so much! Why am I posting so late all the time anymore... the k on the keyboard I'm using is like stiff? so I have to press it really hard and it throws me off...

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Overall they know you can handle yourself

All of you can hold your own really well

But since you're the youngest they're a bit protective of you

Wanting to make sure you stay safe

Still Leo tries to get them all to step back so you can learn and grow

Minor Injury (ie cuts and bruises)

They understood why you didn't want to be taken care of

They were just cuts and bruises

Leo will still try, insisting that he can help

Raph worries, but he knows they're not too bad

Still he worries, it's what he does

Mikey worries as well

But unlike Raph, he knows you don't need him by your side all the time

Donnie worries in his own ways

He tries to convince you to get help

Even if its just cleaning the wounds

April knows very well that you don't need help

She'll try to keep everyone away from you so you can take care of your wounds

Major Injury (ie broken arms and other stuff)

They all worry so much

You refusing help setting a bone or something?

They'll get Splinter involved

Raph will pick you up and carry you to med bay

Donnie will hold you down

Mikey holds your hand

And... Leo tends to your injuries

You can scream and wriggle as much as you want

Raph will hold you down with Donnie

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marley-manson · 8 months

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re-watched The Sniper the other night instead of going on to In Love and War, and man, early Mash is just too fucking good I can't deal with it. the vibes are just right for me. Hawkeye is peak Hawkeye. the constant sardonicism towards war and the army is everything I want.

specific to the Sniper you have so much great stuff.

-- Great Hawkeye + Frank scene featuring Frank calling Hawkeye "Hawk," and Hawkeye being nice and reassuring because Frank is a scared idiot. It's genuinely kinda sweet.

-- Frank also says he flunked out of med school twice here because at his most sympathetic he will still never not be the butt of the joke and I love that too

-- I chose it to watch because of the overt Freudian stuff and that was definitely a delight despite the running gag about Margaret's rape kink

-- Honestly idek if that's a despite, since it fits the military satire so well. It's crass, and misogynist in adding the sexual element, but while she's the military representative who tells Frank to prove he's a man by going out with his gun and killing the sniper, it's functionally the same theme as Flagg's sadomasochism. ie mocking the glorification of specifically military violence, whether that's perpetuating or suffering it, as freudian in origin.

Like this is an episode you have to take satirically, you can't reimagine it as a genuinely harrowing brush with death these characters are experiencing, and that's the level it works on, and that's the level I care about. So like while Margaret's fears in eg Bug Out were meant to be taken seriously as an aspect of her character, here it's another freudian joke about the military. It's not great, but to me jokes in that context are less upsetting than the jokes in Bug Out's context, yk?

-- Hawkeye and Frank as foils was particularly pronounced here. I mean you have Frank showing his gun off to Margaret who gets hot and bothered over it while Hawkeye just has a picnic basket and a mild cunnilingus line with a nurse about twenty feet away from them. You have Frank as the violence representative and Hawkeye as the pacifism representative as discussed in dialogue and shown in attempted action, while Hawkeye is a more natural leader than Frank could ever hope to be (holding a hand up for quiet after Frank tries over and over to get everyone to shut up and listen to him).

And of course the violence is directly associated with masculinity - Margaret's "If we had a real man in this outfit he'd be out there in the night with his gun," saying it loud and clear. Followed by Frank as a coward who wants to prove he's a man but can't, and Hawkeye as a coward who couldn't care less about demonstrating his masculinity but tries to subdue the sniper when he gets a chance anyway, without a gun. Hawkeye's pointed lack of a gun twice as well, when he tries to surrender and when he goes to treat the sniper after the military shoots him. All opening ofc with Hawkeye's joke about pistol envy lol.

-- The north korean sniper as a hero (someone who's tired and hungry and doesn't give a damn), which is a connection I've seen drawn elsewhere and very deliberate.

-- Hawkeye has a few angry words about the young kids in the OR, which is echoed in his description of the sniper as 16 or 17, another excellent connection the show draws deliberately.

-- Hawk and Trap running back into the main office after getting fired on by the sniper, Trap trails behind a bit and almost gets shut out by Radar lol, but then as they're sitting shoulder to shoulder he's the first to ask if Hawk's all right <3

-- Hawkeye is such a dick to Radar in this ep and I love it lol, he's like a mean older sibling sometimes

#mash #marley on mash #mash s2 #i should just take periodic breaks from s6 i think #s7 8 and 9 are more my speed but i need some help from the early seasons to get thru this one #mash gs

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raccoonfallsharder · 4 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚2023 in review

i was thinking about doing a "year in review" but then i realized that's just. everything so far. so you could check out the ˗ˏˋ★ˎˊ˗masterlist ˗ˏˋ★ˎˊ˗ if that's what you want.

here's the highlight reel though!

fluff. smut-free, can usually be read platonically or romantically ✮ spice. explicit lines or references ✩ smut. abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ smut. detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎

everyone's fave: ✩˚₊‧♡ Blackmail Material ♡‧₊˚✩ [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 3/3 parts | word count: 30,591. a classic tale of "that fuckin raccoon found your sex toy." post-endgame friends-to-lovers smut with feelings.

the one that started it all: ⋆｡°✩ The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl ✩°｡⋆ [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | | no use of y/n | f!reader | 5/5 visits | word count: 37,783. In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? who does that? when a stranger asks you to watch their stuff in a coffee shop, it's a holy obligation. x100 if it's a hot local space pilot trying to catch some Zs on the ferry. get in loser we're gonna fix it. first installment in the ⋆｡°✩ Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩°｡⋆ series. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride.

my very first kinktober!: °˖✧♡ kinktober 2023 ♡✧˖° [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 12 complete days | word count: varies. just a lot of raccoon smut (usually with feelings). mind the ao3 tags. minimal editing (ie, typos abound; concepts are superficial; in kinktober we say "fuck everything - including plot").

a fluffy anthology of eight oneshot reminders: ✩࿐࿔take what you need [COMPLETE / ONGOING] ✮ fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: varies. the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good). this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡

my (current) personal fave oneshot: adorations 𖥔 ݁˖⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 4,518. you have a habit of complimenting rocket. he decides to give you plenty of reasons to keep doing so. aka rocket has a praise kink and no-one can convince me otherwise. mcu-based smut with feeeeelings. set sometime shortly after volume two. dirty talk, (light) biting, (light) degradation, use of slut as a term of endearment. fast-burn enemies-to-lovers & angst with a happy/hopeful ending. praise kink, obviously. part of ⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧₊ ☽ anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

other notables! let me love your OCs ˗ˋˏ♡ˎˊ˗ ✩ over fifteen pieces of fanart for fellow gotg fans!

˚₊‧✶headcanons & minifics✶‧₊˚ [COMPLETE / ONGOING] ✮ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | complete | word count: varies. twenty-two headcanons, minifics, & drabbles! mostly fluffy, sometimes angsty.

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ* ❤︎❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 23/27 chapters | wip | word count: pending. 23 of 27 chapters in this longform fic (to be completed this february!)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 2024 aspirations

january

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ Chapter XXIV & XXV ❤︎❤︎

florescence❀, chapter four year three: flowering. ❤︎

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. just buy the damn thing already & it's fuckin' laundry day.

february

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ Chapter XXVI & XXVII [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

florescence❀, chapter five year four: formation. ❤︎❤︎

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. get some frickin' sunshine. ✮

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall, part one: planting. ✩

march

florescence❀, chapter six year five: dispersal. [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. have you taken your meds today? ✮

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall, part two: ripening. ❤︎

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ eavesdropper ₊˚✧𑁍*:･ oneshot. ❤︎❤︎

april

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall, part three: plucking. [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

real *ੈ✩༄‧₊˚ oneshot. rating TBD

꧁:･☁︎ ⋆. cicatrix ⋆. ☁︎ :･꧂ part one & two. ❤︎❤︎

may

꧁:･☁︎ ⋆. cicatrix ⋆. ☁︎ :･꧂ part three & four. ❤︎❤︎

warm compress ☾.༊·˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆ oneshot. ✮

june

꧁:･☁︎ ⋆. cicatrix ⋆. ☁︎ :･꧂ part five & six. [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

untitled⋆｡°✩ Domestic Scenes (aka Sweatshirt Girl) ✩°｡⋆"finale" [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

july

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ��່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers (practice expansion) parts one & two [COMPLETE] ❤︎❤︎

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned ▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★ begins? [LONGFORM / SLOWBURN].

august

sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ (sunshine expansion) unknown parts. ❤︎❤︎

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned ▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★ begins? [LONGFORM / SLOWBURN].

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danepopfrippery · 4 months

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From @ofmdaffirmations and yeah…some ppl i know and love are in on this but that was my immediate thought followed by his other take that hbo wont give a damn. Thats a lot of money that could go to something that matters.

And per tumblr replies yes i know there was a gaza fundraiser. Yes i know therr have been many queer and food bank fundraisers. But ill eat my hat if any of them have touched the amount this stupid #renewasacrew has come up. Nvm Taika’s zionism and transphobia which too few ppl seem to remember.

**Added context*** no one is saying the show doesnt matter. The cast and crew seem to be hinting at plans to shop it around. Ie itll likely go on, but this billboard will have little to do with it so the rich get $20,000 more while actual change couldve been made with that money.

Suggested uses much more worthy

1) 5 active genocides going on rn. Those ppl need help. Food, water, meds etc

2) plenty of hungry ppl here

3) something like translifeline

4) abortion rights

5) animal rescues

Etc etc

#ofmd #our flag means death

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metalheadsforblacklivesmatter · 2 years

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I gotta say. As a disabled person that's been to the emergency room several times due to my disability with symptoms like not being able to hold down food or water for days. And insurance doesn't like to fill my prescriptions unless it's a last resort (ie my specialist has to send in paperwork of the other meds I've tried because I've been with her for a decade).

Medical cost aside. Insurance denial aside. Abelism aside.

What "Universal Healthcare" means to me. Is I can switch jobs (ie switch insurance companies) and not have to go through a month long waiting period of my doctor telling my insurance company "Yes, she needs this prescription. No, nothing else works. Here's the history of everything she's tried and why she can't take them."

Can you imagine. With my medication I can function on par with abled people. Perfectly fucking fine. But I gotta go through a month long period, not sure when I'll get a refill, conserving my medication for when "I really need it to keep me out of the ER" cutting my ability to function and productivity in half. All because I wanted to I switch to a new job that paid me more.

That shouldn't be too much to ask for, you know? To be able to switch jobs without risking losing my medication that allows me to work.

That's what you want, right? Disabled people to be working to pay for their own medication? I'm trying to do that. Stop making it so damn hard to do that.

-fae

#universal healthcare #insurance #medical insurance

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dragonjesterwrites · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering, Is it ok if I can have some friendship headcanons with Sun/Moon, Glam Chica, and Roxanne Wolf?

Yeah absolutely!! Sidenote, I know I'm primarily a sappy romance writer, but I love platonic relationships, very good dynamic in their own right 👌 (plus good fun to write when I do)

Friendship Headcanons with Sun/Moon, Glamrock Chica, and Roxanne Wolf

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☀️/🌛

You can tell these two anything and they'll listen without judgment. They won't tell a soul, either. Their empathy and intelligence are both quite high, so whether it's comfort you need or solutions, they've got you.

If someone hurt you, that person is in for a good scare. If you have a crush/squish on someone, they'll both be pushing you to talk to them, egging you on and being super supportive.

They're always delighted to see you, Sun maniacally waving and Moon immediately perking up, even if it's naptime. You'll be getting dragged in to whatever activities are being done, whether that's arts and crafts or storybook reading.

True to their jester theme, they're both very playful, and have come up with a plethora of inside jokes over the years. They also tease you a lot, but it's all in good fun and apologies are made if it hits an unknown sore spot.

Sun always (lovingly) nags you about eating/taking meds and Moon about overworking/sleep schedule, though Moon's a bit more direct about it ("go to sleep <3" *pillow whack*)

✨️🐔

Like Sun and Moon, she's a fantastic listener, and you can come to her about anything and everything. Only difference is she's not quite as good at keeping secrets- she doesn't go around telling just anyone your business, but sometimes she doesn't know how to help, so she goes to Freddy or Sun/Moon for advice.

If you're someone who gets nervous about vague social intricacies (ie when do you call someone a friend?) Not to worry- you're her bestie now, let's go get pizza! :> (she's basically the extrovert that adopts introverts)

Hanging out with Chica is always a blast. Like a really fun sleepover. Making pizza, dressing up, watching movies, talking each other's ear off (if you're not a talker, that's perfectly okay with her, but she will talk nonstop)

Quickest way to earn her friendship is with pizza. Second quickest way is listening to her play guitar/rocking out with her. She writes her own music and she's damn good at it, but management doesn't give her the respect she deserves, so genuine compliments/wanting to play with her puts her in a fantastic mood.

🐺🎸

Roxy will listen to you if you need. She's not very good at it tbh, but she tries, and she's much better if there's something she can do to help (it's not that she doesn't care, she's just bad at expressing it, and solutions are her way of doing that, plus she gets to feel helpful)

She teases the hell out of you ("Hey shortstack/beanpole" , "sup, nerd" , "saw you talking to that guy/gal/person over there. Are you in loooove? ;)"). This is her primary way of showing affection. Her secondary way is (careful) biting, and that's only if you're really close.

She gets bored pretty easily, so she's always down to go racing/bowling/golfing/laser tagging(?). She is very competitive, but as long as you don't beat her by a lot, she'll begrudgingly respect you for it (and maybe even ask you to teach her how you did it)

She comes to you a lot for advice. Girl's got hella problems, but she trusts you.

She won't get on you if she notices you're not taking care of yourself, she'll just pick you up and take you to the washroom/kitchen/her green room and get you what you need. Queen of ominous positivity too though ("you will love yourself. Or else <3"). Great at pep talks.

#platonic headcanons #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #glamrock chica #roxanne wolf #fnaf security breach

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icanonlybe-human · 1 year

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I wish people would stop using functioning labels on mental illness when all they have to go off of is 5 minutes or an hour of watching someone from the outside.

You can never know the struggles that person is going through unless they decide to tell you, and even then the chances of you fully comprehending every moment of pain they are telling you about is slim.

I’m not slightly depressed. I’m in the midst of a manic depressive episode. Have been for weeks. But because I keep my hygiene respectable where people notice, and steer them away from clues that something is wrong, and show up to work on time because if I didn’t, people might notice. What you don’t see is that I’ve been wearing my hair in a ponytail for 2 weeks because I don’t have enough motivation to take care of myself properly, ie wash my hair. You don’t see the state of my bedroom, and how bad my sleep hygiene is because I can’t be fucked to wash the sheets because taking care of myself isn’t on my radar. You don’t see how long I take to get to sleep and how many times I wake up during the night. You don’t see my nightmares. You don’t see the mental breakdowns and panic attacks and autistic meltdowns and dissociations that I have in a single day because even if they happened right in front of you, people don’t care enough to notice the subtle change. Plus, I’m pushing that shit down so much that my own family members wouldn’t notice them. You don’t see how fucked up my eating schedule is when other people aren’t involved because eating falls under the “can’t be fucked” category. Sure, you might notice how I’m more spaced out, forgetful, looking kinda sickly. Manic depression is generally so bad that people will notice something is slightly off. But just because I’m going to work and smell alright and eat when other people do DOES NOT mean I’m a high functioning depressive person. It means I just have the lifestyle to hide it behind.

The exact same fucking thing goes for autism. I’m not someone with autism who is “high functioning”. I’m autistic PERIOD. You don’t see the struggles I have that I don’t show you. You see exactly what I want you to see and nothing more. Some people choose to not hide their autism. Some people have different needs that make it more obvious that they’re autistic. Note DIFFERENT. I have a shit ton of needs that aren’t being met because I look like I’m functioning just fine.

Well honey, that’s because of the fist full of meds I have to cram into my mouth every day and the smile I paste on every day to make you more comfortable. Because trust me, if you saw the unfiltered me, you’d think I’d belong in a damn psych ward.

People say “don’t judge a book by a cover,” so for once take your own fucking advice and stop assuming the needs and struggles of others when you have no fucking idea what is actually going on.

You see what people want you to see. Nothing more, nothing less. PERIOD.

#diary #journal #mental illness #thoughts

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heymiaj · 1 year

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Vegan Cheese Cause You Suppose Too??

It’s thanks giving and I just got done watching yet another inspirational YouTube video about becoming a full-time writer. For those that have followed me anywhere or known me personally, you know that one of my lifelong dreams is becoming the next Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, Octavia Butler and most recently Issa Rae. Issa more than anything ! I remember when I first saw ABG (Awkward Black Girl ) for the new Issa fans on Youtube :

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I saw myself so much in that character and always thought that if me and this girl were to ever meet in person we would be best friends ! From there it opened me up to a whole new world of story telling. I found Black & Sexy TV ( no it is not a ebony porn site !) and fell in love with shows like The Number, Chef Julian and my favorite That Guy . I spent much of my college days trying to write a script loosely /tightly based on my shitty ass relationship at the time but for some reason it just never seemed to come out right . I eventually published my first book of poetry in 2016 and I’ve got to say , it was one of the greatest accomplishments of my life.

For the first time ever I was able to call myself a published author and it was everything. A few more life events unfolded since then from having one of the worst mental breakdowns of all time to finally being diagnosed with major depression and anxiety. I felt like my whole world was over and I was somehow broken. Knowing what I know now there are a whole lot of people that deal with this shitty condition and probably take way more meds than I did at the time but my self worth was in the tank. I felt like the only way to make myself happy was to deal with the things that made me feel worthless :

1. My weight

2. Money ( or the lack their of )

3. Having to work a 9-5 in the first place when I knew I was destine to do something great that included me choosing my life and how my day goes.

4. Simply just not being able to sustain myself off writing alone.

I managed to be in the best shape of my life shortly after but I didn't have a job and I was still living with my mother so I figured lets put all out focus on #2. Well it took 4 long years but I am finally in a place in where I don't have to think twice before I treat myself to a hamburger or a nice pair of boots at Aldo . I finally have my dream apartment in the city and I can finally pay my car note without risking not having a place to live. I’m not working a 9-5 in the traditional since of things but I still haven't managed to get a weekend off. I’m sure if I keep applying I can change that soon , right ?

I know what your probably thinking why is she complaining and I get it , when you look at my list from all accounts it looks like I’ve crossed everything off my list but , I’m. Still. Not. Happy! Money is flowing but with more money comes responsibility ie: rent, utilities, groceries ,amenities, I hate my job with every fiber of my being but ...those damn responsibilities. I’m still 15-20 pounds away from my ideal weight but a touch of body dysmorphia and delusion I’ve convinced myself that this vegan cheese was the answer but I could’t be more wrong.

As I quickly swiped my vegan make and cheese back into the garbage I grabbed my phone in search for the cheapest carry-out delivering on thanksgiving day. As I scrolled through the options on Uber eats , I was reminded of a word I assigned myself shortly after my move, Accountability.

When I looked at all the things I was stressing over I had to ask myself what things need to be held and what things can be set aside or removed completely.

THINGS WE GOTTA HOLD vs. THINGS WE CAN LET GO

A Job. School

My Apartment School

My Car and yes your guessed it ..School!

I’ve been pursuing a Masters Degree one class at a time since the end of 2021. Unfortunately as we come closer to the finish line I’ve come to the complete and utter realization that ...I could really give a fuck about a MBA. Between me working odd hours and trying to survive my daily job with out quitting is a task all in itself. These odd hours along with no weekends off had begun to take a toll on me. I was tired of doing the same old hustle and finding no peace or purpose in what I was doing and I need more. We all know my job at this point is something I can’t just let go, I have to be strategic when it comes to the source of my income and bearing through its torture is a must until something better comes around. Though its a drag I have to remind myself that I am able to have my dream space and a vehicle because of it however, when it comes to school I find myself asking every semester , do we need this ?”

Though I can’t deny that this degree will open a lot of doors for me once I achieve it am I willing to keep putting what little time I have for myself into it? At the moment the answer is no but who knows after this hiatus I may see the need again but at this moment I have to honor myself.

They say go to school cause that’s what your suppose to do but like this vegan cheese I am being honest with myself in stating it’s not for me , and with that I free myself to go out and truly find what that is !

#thosedegrees #live #vegancheese #tv #writer

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thatgoblin · 3 years

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RE Boys x Neurodivergent Reader

A/N I had OT tonight at work so I couldn't work on my fic, but here's some fun headcannons for ya'll. Also just hit 400 followers, so whoo!

Carlos

He'd be glad to hang out with you. He figures out your special interest and always brings it up.

You need his tactical vest to pet? Cool, go right ahead, Carlos doesn't mind that you stand behind him petting his back.

In the mess hall, he takes whatever you don't want to eat without making a fuss. He knows you can't do certain foods and will give you some of his to trade.

You can't handle certain colognes or soaps, so he makes sure to avoid those. Usually he smells nice anyways.

On more that one occasion he has done gentle bear hugs when he could tell you were getting upset and needed that pressing. The guy is big so it's perfect.

You need to remember to take meds? Carlos will have an extra dose on hand no matter what so you can't forget or skip them.

The best part is no matter your tics, he doesn't react to them unless you need help keeping safe. Even then, if your tic tries to make you slam your head in the table, he will put his hand on your forehead till it's over.

You're being over stimulated? He'll be there to help you through it. He's very hands on to help you stay grounded as well as just giving you space from things and people or even covering your ears to help muffle the noise a bit.

He knows that you have a hard time with some chores, while he doesn't do them for you, he's there to help with them as you do them.

Having a bad pain day? Carlos will be getting your favorite drink as well as a heating pad or ice pack and making you comfortable where you want to be.

Carlos knows that he won't ever understand you completely, but is fine with it so long as you two are friends/partners.

Leon (RE 2)

He's very by the book. As soon as he finds out your disorder/condition, he is learning everything he can.

You need special medical items? Leon knows exactly where to get them and will for you, insurance be damned.

If there's not an item that is made, but one you need (IE a pressure swing) then he is Leon the Builder.

Sometimes you go nonverbal and that's okay. Leon and you have managed to almost understand each other without talking at all. A look or a point and the meaning is understood.

He's got back ups of back ups of anything you need, headphones, earplugs, sunglasses, two extra shirts that are the exact same as your favorite shirt that you've worn in, even gloves for when things need to be touched and you can't because T E X T U R E.

Leon has a habit of perching his chin on your head when your sitting. Mostly because he knows it's your favorite pressure point.

Sometimes it gets scary for you both when you just suddenly are in a bad mood and your brain says 'don't,' but your hands say 'hit yourself in the face.' He worries he'll accidentally hurt you while trying to help you.

He knows your routine and does his best to stick to it. If it gets out of whack then things can unravel quickly.

Same goes for planning things. If you plan to do something, the plans can't be changed. Especially if it was done far in advance.

At the end of the day though, you both care for one another and enjoy each other's company. There's not a thing you would change.

Chris

He's figured it out before you even tell him. Years of work and research into Umbrella kinda spilled over to other fields of research and he has a knack for getting along with neurodivergent people really well.

If you need to talk a lot, he won't stop you. Chris will be the silent rock so you can just chatter away to your heart's content.

He can also spend time with you in silence, it doesn't bother him a bit.

You love to steal his big coats because they're so big and heavy and smell like him and that combination is the best way for you to calm down if you're on the verge of a spiral or just need that grounding.

Chris has reflexes that rival Spiderman, so your self h*rm tics have met their match.

You wanna feel like you have the weight of 700 weighted blankets on you? Chris is roughly the same weight and will happily just lay on you for a few minutes.

It's one of those days where you just can't wear shirts because your skin has decided to be painfully sensitive on your sides. Just your sides. Chris will make sure no one sees you and covers for you at the door in need be, afab or amab alike.

Chris has an office that is much like those of old professors with the leather chair and oak desk, books on the walls, and a globe next to a wall where he had red pins and notes posted over a giant cork board. Then there's your box next to his desk.

It was once a box for a fridge, but you had cut it in half. One half was in Chris's office, the other in the screened in back porch. Sometimes you want to be around Chris without 'existing' so you lay down with your upper half in the box as you close your eyes while your legs stick out.

He's really good at minding your legs when he's working and you're in there. If someone comes over and sees it, he makes sure they don't ask about it. It's your box for not existing but still being with him.

Sometimes you just need him to hold your chest. The man has big hands and will hold you however you want.

While you two aren't the most love dovey two around, you do care for one another and show it in how you interact with one another and for you two, that's enough.

#resident evil #resident evil headcannons #chris redfield x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #leon kennedy x reader #neurodivergent reader #written by neurodivergent person #tw: self harm #tw: tics #tw: overstimulation

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kazuwhora · 2 years

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Spread love today!!! Tag your favorite writers (close or not close) and say whats your personal favorite fics/hcs from them ❀

if I left anyone out, don't take it personal! my working memory is horrible because of my meds, but just know that I love every single person I follow <3

@sanzuchi sobs everything aly does makes me scream but bitch boy PLEASE

@manjiroscum birthday suit!!! mikey + breeding kink help help help

@manjiroro ok because I am a dazai kinnie so ofc kai's dazai s/o headcanons I love

@rindousprincess sobs I read this yesterday and gave my glowing but z's do you still love me, kazutora I SOB

@spookygeto I envy eris and their social maker privileges but slow burn was what I originally followed them for and I still love it

@festive pls the only bimbo reader I enjoy plus the loml wrote it is streamer chifuyu

@blueparadis PLEASE draken + mitsuya in settle down I love

@21-06-1996 rehka's pussydrunk mommy kink kazutora fic god damn

@tokyomanjihoe the way margot wrote mitsuya in doves in the wind sobs I sob

@sakusins couldn't leave tee out even tho she bullies me but tee makes me simp for gyutaro esp with this praise fic please

@thetempleofnyx I'll be nice to jen just to tell her that her birthday girl mikasa fic made my heart skip a beat

@marism BUKKAKEEEEEEE

@scummy-simp screams because roomates boyfriend trope god DAMN anyways amber desire <3

@bokuroskitten kitty just posted this recently and I fuckig convulsed but the draken hcs with twt links!!!!

@chuufuyu / @blondbirb how are u gonna expect me to not put role reversal femdom on here

@eijirhoe theres nothing I can link atm since they are in the process of moving blogs but every single kirishima thought. thats it. their entire kiri brain

@svnzus SUBBY KAZUTORA

@doll-ie zi pls phone sex w tora I will cry

@bimborova SOFT SEX W KAZUTORA HELP

@bxnten cat I forgot u til u showed up in my notifs just now but THIS THERES A REASON IT HAS 700 NOTES

I'm sure there's more but this is all I can remember at the moment!!!

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rk1kheadcanons · 3 years

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smol hc: Being the only RK models, CyberLife used some of Markus's base code in Connor's program. Emotions & empathy for social integration, and also some caretaking protocols in case emergency repairs/first aid are needed on the job (IE reactivating the Traci at the Eden Club, or diagnosing & "treating" Hank's ethylic coma LOL). I love the idea of Con getting to take care of Markus for once if he gets injured doing Rebel Leader Things™

🥺 Anon. I love this HC so much. Connor having some caretaker protocols is...yes. Absolutely. The jury is out and they find the defendant correct.

___

When Markus limped into his office, practically hopping on one foot every other step, all he wanted to do was bulldoze through his paperwork so he could go home and forget today ever happened. He’d taken a pretty hard hit earlier when a counter protester at their rally thought it was just a capital idea to hurl a brick into the crowd. Much more surprising than the sudden brick to the knee, though, was the (almost terrifying in it’s rapidness) reaction from the crowd. The guy was immediately apprehended and cursed out by human supporters and androids alike. It was wild. His bodyguards barely had to do any work. Markus swore he heard a human yell that thirium shots were on them after this, amidst a chorus of responding cheers. Nothing brings people together like a communal ass whoopin’? Apparently??

God he really hoped that human didn’t drink any thirium. Markus still had nightmares about Leo accidentally mixing up his blue raspberry jello shot with his drink, nevermind the fact that thirium consumables smelled like laundry detergent and poison as purposeful deterrents.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go see the technician?” said Simon who, as his designated babysitter while North and Josh handled the fallout of the rally, followed into his office after him.

“Naaahh,” Markus drawled, waving the hand that was grasping a pen as if he could wave away the problem altogether. Not for the first time he wished the government would catch up with the rest of the world and just go paperless. Reading over and signing these tedious documents would be a lot less painful to do if they would just let him download it into his mind like a sensible person would. “I barely feel it, plus my Regenerative Program has already kicked in. By the time I get to the med bay it’ll probably be all fixed.”

“Uh huh,” Simon unconvinced at him. “How long till you’re repaired.”

Markus pulled up the damage report in his HUD. “About six…” he stared at the readings for a moment longer and, much to Simon’s chagrin, went back to doing his paperwork.

“...six what?”

“Bahhh,” Markus waved his hand again unhelpfully. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to make this sound better. Hopefully, his innate charm would cover for his trash convincing. “Ya know…”

“No. I do not know. What is it? Six minutes?”

Markus grunted.

“Hours!?”

Markus slumped lower in his chair. “Mmmhumph.”

“....Markus,” Simon started in a low warning voice. “If it’s days so help me I’m going to take out your other knee - ”

The door slammed open, startling Simon out of his threat, which was definitely about to escalate to more than Markus’ other knee once he found out it was six weeks.

“Connor!”

“Good morning Simon,” Connor greeted briskly, expression stormy as he made a beeline for Markus like the man possesses on a mission that he usually was. He was swinging a rather large, rather ominous looking tool box with a red medical cross painted on it. Markus didn’t even stop doing his paperwork. He knew the drill by now. “I heard about what happened and came as fast as I could.”

“Wow, the news has only been out for an hou - wait. Weren’t you in Ohio?”

“Yes. I would have been here sooner but traffic was heavier than usual and the family driving the Escalade was surprisingly insistent on going the speed limit. A majority of police officers won't cite drivers for going between 1-5 miles per hour over,” Connor rolled his eyes and scoffed, like he didn’t follow some laws down to the letter while blatantly disregarding others at any given time.

“Wha - did you hitchhike all the way here!?”

“Oh no of course not! There is a 46% chance of violent or criminal conduct committed against people who hitchhike.”

“Then how - ”

“I was sitting on top of the aforementioned Escalade.”

Markus gave him his best ‘why are you like this’ stare while Simon gaped in perplexion. “You didn’t need to car surf just to come all the way down here, hon.”

“After hearing about the state you were in, with all my love in the world I violently disagree.”

Markus sighed like a man whose knee wasn’t sparking and twitching at this very moment. And...hm. Maybe it did ache. A teeny bit. Whatever. He was still of the opinion that rubbing some dirt on it and a little stretching was enough to get him through the rest of the day.

“Well, maybe you can help me convince him to go to the technician,” said Simon.

“No need.” Without preamble, Connor plopped the heavy med(?) box on the floor and gently lifted Markus’ leg, hiking up his pants up to the thigh. As he examined it, intense as any jeweler examining a rare diamond, he hooked the back of a nearby stool with his foot and pulled it over, resting the leg on it. Markus neither struggled nor visually reacted; just kept stringently doing his paperwork like nothing was going on.

When Connor pulled out a collapsible creeper seat and rolled under Markus’ leg as if he were a mechanic working on a car, Simon went from passive observer to concernedly going around the desk to see what all the RK800 was doing.

“H-hey wait a second! Connor - it’s a pretty serious wound, maybe we should let the professionals handle it!”

Connor rolled slightly from under Markus with a large drill in his hand and an unimpressed look on his face. Surprisingly, Simon was not reassured by this in the slightest. “I assure you Simon that I am fully equipped with the latest caretaking protocols now could you please pass me that monkey wrench.”

“What seriously- UHH! I mean...” Realizing how insulting that sounded, Simon hurried to hand Connor the tool, clearing his throat. “I didn’t realize you had such uh...versatile programing.”

“It’s the same base code used in mine, actually,” Markus added, using his free hand to pat Connor’s soothingly when he heard him grumbling things like “I can do more than kill things” and “No one has been irreparably maimed in my Knitting Circle”. Damn right honey, Markus thought, Greta and Patrica have had nothing but nice things to say about you’re wool socks.

“Oh riiiiiight. You two are from the same model line, I…” Markus could practically Jedi Sense Simon about to say ‘I forget that sometimes’, so he looked up at the PL600 and shook his head firmly with glaring eyes. Simon, sheepish, held up his hands placatingly and held his tongue.

“The code...has been streamlined to cater more towards field and emergency repairs,” Connor admitted reluctantly, but then quickly added, “but combined with my own personal research outside of my programming, it is no less effective.”

Eager to keep his foot out of his mouth, Simon merely nodded in agreement. He couldn’t, however, keep the growing alarm showing from his face as Connor pulled more and more absurd tools out of his box (the electric saw was particularly disconcerting), and started contorting around Markus so that he wasn’t interfering with his work in ways that at first, seemed normal, but were steadily becoming more on par with a cirque du soleil act. That alarm changed into bewilderment when he tilted Markus’ chair back, put a car jack under his desk so that it tilted forward at the perfect writing level, put a pillow behind his head and a fizzy thirium drink (complete with a fun crazy straw) in his mouth. His standard office setup now suddenly a mini spa.

When Connor started working a polisher to his knee Markus practically melted back into the chair. Oh that sneaky bastard. He knew Markus wouldn’t be able to get anything done by administering the android equivalent of a deep tissue massage.

Bewilderment now firmly settled on amusement, and thoroughly reassured that his friend/boss was in good hands, Simon started to take his leave. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it Connor. If you need back up to make sure this guy takes it easy we’re all on stand by.”

Connor nodded. “I will escort him home for further recuperation as soon as I have finalized his repairs.”

Markus, eyes closed as he happily sipped at his Particle-Colada, grunted in response to Simon’s farewell. He was a little annoyed that everyone was treating him like a toddler over his small injury, and a little more annoyed that Simon had felt the need to hover around Connor, as if he were bracing for the RK800 to do something violent, before trusting his good intentions. Granted, Markus (begrudgingly) could admit that Connor’s methods certainly weren’t...standard caretaker protocols, and that his bedside manner was well...much like the android himself; aggressive, confusing, and, most importantly, well-meaning.

“‘Can’t go home,” Markus murmured around his straw, very convincingly and not at all like he was about to ascend to a higher plane. “Still got work to do.”

“Hmm. Do you now?” With a fond, humoring, smile, Connor cranked up the power on the polisher. Markus swore his soul was straight vibin’.

Yea, actually. Maybe work could wait till tomorrow.

#Detroit Become Human #Markus/Connor #RK1000 #conkus #emiliaf25 ask reply #RK1K #Dr. Connor Medicine Woman #Connor and Markus both have caretaker protocols

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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For the ask game, the fic I associate with your username is Censured because that was the first multi chap fic of yours that I read and I loved it so much I stayed up entirely too late so that I could finish reading it and showed up to my Zoom class the next morning on like 2 hours of sleep. But it was totally worth it!💕

I ADORE Censured. I don’t even really know why, but it’s hands down one of my favourites. It’s got the bff of Sonny that I love, the chaotic yet loving Aunt/Step Mom Rita, a chaos inducing Donnelly, and the chaotic piano bar life which is literally my life.

Fun fact about it:

-the og plan for the angst part of the fic was going to be y/n working a bar shift, is chatting with some customers, then gets called into an svu shift, the vic is one of the customers she’d been talking to, there’s a perp working their bar assaulting girls throughout the night, obvi they don’t need to send in a UC cause it’s yn’s bar, there was going to be some kind of shoot out/whatever that happened and that pulled out the major feels between yn & casey

-ALSO, when I did decide to add in the ED stuff, i had NO original plan to, so all the teeny bits of foreshadowing (ie, sonny coming over weekly to make meals, Rita making sure to meet her for lunch every couple of weeks, the abandoned take out when she has a bad day that casey just assumed she’d eaten some of, the abandoned entertainment career) was a COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL, it literally just happened that way.

-I was also 3/4 of the way through writing the chapter when she passes out in the bar and was all “oh shit…wait…this LITERALLY happened to me at work (my piano bar) one night. Like damn…” i’d ordered food, the kitchen put the ticket aside cause it was staff food/whatever else happened to it, we got SLAMMED behind the bar, I looked down to scoop ice into a cup, immediately looked up to our cheat sheet of drinks that’s over the bar and mega swayed, the other bartender was all “you good?” And i was all “i think I’m about to pass out…” yeah…fun times…then i started to have an anxiety attack, once i got half of a chicken bite into my mouth I instantly threw it back up and i had to go sit in the walk in cooler for like, 15 mins before i was okay.

Moral of the story; eat your meals, drink your water, take your meds….

#censured

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anxious-acushla · 4 years

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Oh yeah, I’m totally depressed.

Twice in the past 24 hours I’ve had people tell me that they didn’t realize I’m in a very low major depressive episode. You can thank my decade plus of experience hiding this shit. And my phenomenal med schedule.

But yes, I am hella depressed. Not sad...because that’s not always what depression is. I am just exhausted no matter how much sleep I get and constantly struggling with the notion that I have no motivation to do anything. And yes, this is happening to someone who is extremely disciplined when it comes to taking her meds and going to therapy...ie, if I didn’t do these things my MDEs would be worse.

Here’s the thing: when I’m depressed, because I am so damn tired, I need to put all of my energy into my job. That pays my bills. That fuels my ego. I am nothing without my job so that gets my attention, first and foremost. My job, however, is not what fuels my heart so this vicious cycle of not wanting to do anything is perpetuated by me not writing: ie. I don’t write because I’m tired/apathetic and then I continue to feel tired/apathetic because I haven’t done the one thing that I truly enjoy doing.

So yes, this is why I completely botched my gift fic schedule. This is why I hate everything I write (nobody hates me like me on a good day...when I’m depressed the self-loathing and confidence levels plummet to new lows), which means writing takes me much longer than it should because I’m constantly erasing and just kind of loathing every word I do allow to stay on the page.

Did I mention I’m closing on a house?

If you didn’t guess by now, I’m posting the next chapter of CFDD when we reach the end of the 10 Days of CFDD. I’m hoping I can finish writing this next chapter *before* the countdown expires so I can get back to the remaining two gift fics I have.

I have plans. So many plans. My brain is just currently doing its own thing and I need to let it run its course. My hope is that this shit goes away soon. If I get a even a few hypomanic days I could literally conquer the world. Wishful thinking, ya’ll 🤞🏻

#personal #in which my blog is a blog #just an update #mental health

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orderoftheavengers · 5 years

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Ant-Nimagus:

Summary: Azkaban delinquent turned ant-nimagus

House: Slytherin

Species: Human (Ant-nimagus)

Blood Status: Half-blood

Wand: Cecropioa, 6 inches, doxie antenna core

Patronus: Carpenter ant

Broom: Custom job, by Professor Hank Pym

Specialties: Transfiguration, flying

Familiars: Antony, Ulysses S. Gr-ant, Ant-tonio Banderas, Marie Ant-toinette, the Grand Duchess Antnastasia, Ant-ie Em...

Sorting:

Scott was a toughie. He's got strong traits of every house, so the Hat had to sort him by process of elimination.

Scott was a chillax, open-minded, sociable family-guy, which screams Hufflepuff to many. And his motivation for his crimminal activity was to fight the wealthy corrupt corporations and defend the "little guys." That sounds like a Hufflepuff crimminal... but Scott really struggles to stay loyal and hard-working and responsible. Just because he's he's a chill friendly dude who love his kid and looks like Justin-Finch Fletchly doesn't make him a Hufflepuff.

His crimminal history might say Gryffindor to others, since he recklessly broke the law for his percieved values. But Scott leaps back out of bad situations as qiuckly as he leaps into them. And in any case, his fighting style is too sneaky and dodgy to be Gryffindor. (If simply being any kind of "brave" got you into Gryffindor, this whole series would get boring fast.)

Scott's sneaky and crafty specialties would serve him well in Ravneclaw, and Ravenclaws can certainly be reckless. But if Hank Pym just needed a Ravenclaw to be the Ant-nimagus, he wouldn't have had to look as far as Scott.

The Hat knows it's a stereotype for crooks to be Slytherins. But the fact is, Scott Lang's biggest strength is his cunning, and his biggest weakness is resisting the urge to do what he wants. He may not seem particularly "ambitious," but leading illegal heists is pretty ambitious, and so is trying to leave a lifetime of crime to become a good father.

Story:

You want Scott Lang's Hogwarts story, in a concise, summed-up nutshell?

Sure, no problem!

(Bongos)

Scottie starts his wizarding school at Ilvermorny and he's this super-chill guy who's friends with everybody except the assholes and breaks all the rules, and he's into flying and has crazy dark hair like an American Harry Potter, only without the glasses or the lightning-bolt scar or the get-out-of-trouble-free-card-cuz-you're-the-Boy-Who-Lived coupons, so when he teams up with three other pranksters from different parts of the wizarding world he's all like "Hey I'm Scottie wanna go rob Gringotts and be rich crooks and stuff?" I'm all like "yeah man count me in even though I'm going to like a whole other school in Mexico, and our other friend Kurt is from Durmstrang all the way over in Europe, but we coordinated with our owls and made this kickass heist. But we weren't doing it for the money!

That's a lie.

We did do it mostly for the money.

But we were gonna give some of that money to the muggle-borns and half-breeds and all those oppressed peoples. But still keep enough to have a castle in the Bahamas. We were like Robin Hood. And then we get caught and we all go to Azkaban and get expelled and Scottie's like 'WTF why does that dork Harry Potter get to fly a car into the Whomping Willow and enter a tournament underage and sh*t and it's okay, but we rob one little volt from some trolls and we're expelled?" and the Ministry of Magic is like "Shut up your magical careers are OVER muchachos!" And they broke all our wands in half. And then Scottie's wife divorced him, so when they broke his wand it was like a symbolism of Scottie's life being broken in half and being separated from his "other half."

Wife? Yeah, Scott was married....

Family:

Yeah, so Scottie he was married. Yeah, he's still a teenager at wizard school. Yep, he's got a kid, who's walking and talking. No, no, it's not weird! See I'll explain, real quick....

(Bongos)

So Scott's this impulsive teenager who does the nasty while he's still in high school, and the nasty is a blond classmate named Maginhilde La Fey, who goes by Maggie. Only Maggie's like half Nymph right? So like two days after her and Scott are rolling around under the Quodpod bleachers she's all "Hey asshole I'm five months pregnant!" and Scott's like "WTF? Oh sh*t you're part fairy-person so our baby's gonna age super fast! Let's get married real quck so this isn't weird." But then we do that heist stuff and he's in Azkaban and Maggie divorces him. So then Scott wants to change his ways and go straight to be a good dad to his kid, whose named Casseiopia, Cassy for short.

I'm outta breath, can I get some water?

Ant-Nimagus:

* A note from the editors: Our narrator has been given a glass of water, and a sedative, so as to make the story more accessable to an audience that isn't on Speed. You may continue, Mr. Luis.

Okay, awesome.

(Slightly slower bongos)

So this Professor Hank Pym used to work at Ilvernorny, but quit because Howard Stark was an asshole. So now he's at Hogwarts and he's head of Ravenclaw House. And he's thinking, "Harry Potter's retired and the Order of the Avengers are all off their meds and dropping castles out of the sky and stuff, the world needs the Ant-Nimagus again! But I can be the Ant-nimagus anymore. Look at me, I'm like a hundred!"

(A note from Professor Pym: "I'm 74, thankyou very much.) "

Who do I train to be the new Ant-nimmagus? I have this ex-student guy named Darren Cross, who's this buff handsome Gryffindor, and everyone would think he'd be the hero, and he thinks he's supposed to be the hero, but his mind is all corrupt and evil so scratch him out. The Ant-nimagus has gotta be more humble and smarter than a Gryffindor, but he can't be just a boring Ravenclaw, no I need someone who can break rules...."

So Pym, who's this genius Ravenclaw type, deduces that he needs a Slytherin to do his bidding. So he sets up a trap inside Hogwarts for a group of Slytherins who think they're gonna pull some big school prank by stealing an Invisibility Cloak. But Scott unwraps it and "WTF? I can see this cloak just fine, this ain't no Invisibiilyt Cloak. Imma try it on." And then suddenly he's tiny and has an extra pair of arms, and he freaks out, but Pym changes his mind with his ants, who are like his minions, and they bring tea nad sugar over across the table for Scott--

Ant-nimagus. Sorry, right.

The Ant-nimagus is, I guess, like a normal animagus, only with size-changing powers. So he can turn into an ant, but he can be a normal ant-sized ant, or a giant "Them!" ant. And he can also be a tiny human, or a normal sized human or a giant. And the cloak is more just for magical protection, it just mixes badly if someone who isn't an animagus tries wearing it. So Pym trains Scottie, and Scott's doing this kinda Han Solo and Princess Leia thing with Pym's daughter Hope, who's all "I'm not attracted to you, I'm a walking Ravenclaw stereotype, look at my hair, I'm all buisiness, but damn if I wanna kiss you" and they all fight an evil Gryffindor on a wizard chess board, and it's really badass! And Scott's finally redeemed himself and got his kid back, and his ex-wife and her snotty Prefect husband are his friends and his kid has a giant pet ant and it's all happy but then Captain America comes in--

Uncivil Quidditch Match:

(Bongos)

--and goes "Yo, be on my team in this totally unauthorized Quidditch match, I'm not drunk!" Scottie, he's all, "Sir, this is an honor, even though I'm a Slytherin and you're a Gryffindor. I hero-worship you man, cuz you stick up for the little guy. We are totally breaking the stereotype here, with a Slytherin gushing over a Gryffindor, and then going on to troll another Slytherin for said Gryffindor! Hey Stark, I'm your conscience! Or your sex life or whatever the funny line was. I'm Team Cap's answer to your snarky antihero!" But then Stark's like "psych, I win, you're all in a giant squid detention now. Only I feel bad about it, but I only feel bad about Sam, Wanda and Clint; you I'm just gonna kind a go 'Who are you again?' so you can do the Star Lord 'why does no one know about me and my badass exploits?' thing."

So Scott gets out of the squid and takes a plea deal so he doesn't go back to Azkaban, he just has to do community service and stay in his commonroom on all his off hours. And Hope and Hank are pissed, cuz they're like "You think we're proud of you for being a dumbass for Captain America? Everyone only loves that guy if his name's in the movie's title. This is an 'Ant-Man' movie, Gary Stu got no power here! So we're through with you." So then Scott has to redeem himself again, and he does! But then the whole Pym family gets dusted, and the giant ant plays the drum set, so we have to wait till 'Avengers 4' to see how Scott's gonna save all their asses and redeem himself again.

Endgame:

(Final round of bongos)

So just before Thanos’s dusting spell, Ant-Man and the Wasp and the Old Ant-Man and the Old-Wasp wanna help their new ghost friend Ava Starr, and they’re all “Scotty, go to the Spirit Realm and get some Ectoplasm for our ghostly friend” and Scott’s like “WTF is ectoplasm?” and his girlfriend’s like “Ghost sh*t.” And Scott’s like “Screw that I ain’t touching no ghost manure!” But then his girlfriend’s mom goes “Just think of it like ghost-honey.”

So Scott goes to the Spirit Realm and OH SNAP, the whole Pym/Van Dyne family is Dusted! So Scott’s stuck there for the whole summer, until one of the Weasley family rats named Scabbers the Fourteenth nibbles him free, and then POOF he’s back out!

His half-nymph daughter has had another fairy growth spurt over the three months and is now the same age as her dad, which is awkward. And her mom and stepdad are dust, which is depressing. And me and Scotty’s other two friends are also dust, so he makes our ashes into cute little memorials with our faces drawn in.

Scott hears what happened with Thanos, and also that Thanos destroyed all of the Time Turners in the world. But then Scott tells the Avengers how the Spirit Realm can be used for time travel. So Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Professor Wolf, Rocket Raccoon/Niffler Hybrid, and Princess Shuri all brainstorm in a lab until they get it to work.

Scott and Tony put their Slytherin brains together and try to out-cunning Loki in the past, but they get distracted by America’s ass, and Scott does some damage to Tony’s hole, and Loki gets away with the Tesseract. Then Scott’s mad at Tony, and Tony and Steve are mad at each other, but they’re also all mushy for each other, and Scott’s like “Get a room!” So they yeet off to the 1970s and Scott goes to eat a taco, but loses it.

Then, the final Battle of Hogwarts! Finally, Scott thinks, I can do the badass thing we’ve all been waiting for! Imma go up Thanos’s ass! But fun fact: Titans don’t have assholes. Which means they’re always constipated, which might be why Thanos is such a jerk. (He’s an asshole cuz he doesn’t have an asshole.) So Scott just kicks ass as a giant ant, and is reunited with his girlfriend and all his friends.

Wand, Broom, etc:

Scott's wand is carved from the Cecrepoia, a rainforest tree that carpenter ants tend to live in. His ant-themed broom can shrink and grow with the rest of him, but he may sometimes lose it in the chaos of a fight and have to improvise with something else, like one of the wingged keys. Scott relies on the ants to deliver his mail, and is growing to hate owls, who he often calls "murderers!" when they eat his ant familiars out of the air during missions.

Notes: Scott came out looking like a "Fairly Odd-Parents" character, for some reason. Oh well. Gotta be honest, sorting Scott into Slytherin had a lot to do with his interactions with other characters. I really loved the idea of Pym hiring Scott as a Ravenclaw logically deducing that he needs a Slytherin. And a Slytherin teaming up with a famous Gryffindor hero, and sneaking into a fellow Slytherin's broom to troll the crap out of him. Among other things, a sad consequence of Rowling's House stereotyping was the missed opportunity of all the great Slytherin vs. Slytherin interactions there could have been.

#scott lang #ant-man #slytherin #hogwarts house #potterverse

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Well this is fun...

CW: Depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal tendencies and thoughts

Ways to tell if your high functioning depressive/anxious friend (ie. me) is in a depressive episode (ie. right now):

1. They tell you, maybe not directly, but they mention the things listed below or just stop saying anything.

2. They send you things at really random hours cause time is no longer a concept and they’re probably not sleeping.

3. they probably have massive bags under their eyes that the strongest cover-up can’t hide because they literally don’t sleep/ only sleep now because they spend most of their time off trying to sleep without success.

4. Not being able to sleep makes them anxious about going to sleep so which makes them not want to sleep which make them more sleep deprived which spirals them into a series of panic attacks until they eventually take their sleeping meds like they should be in the g-ddamn first place (but they hate their sleeping meds cause they make them so tired the next day and the cycle repeats.)

5. They seem to not want to stop hanging out / or they shut down really quick really fast when out and become short with you. If its the first it is because they know as soon as you stop being around they will just be alone again and that's when the scary thoughts happen and so far they can still tolerate being there. When the second happens it because whether they want to or not their brain has decided that they are done and the thoughts can’t be suppressed so it's not that they hate you it's that their brain is short-circuiting on the high functioning aspect and they need to leave... like two minutes ago. Negative thoughts are a regular occurrence for someone who is depressed and anxious. But during episodes, they become that much more severe.

6. They eat everything and then nothing... for days. It all tastes like different flavours of cardboard. Some cardboard is more tolerable than others and sometime you want all the cardboard and sometime you want no cardboard.

7. They casually mention how they’re tired of life, society, people or just want to rest. That’s how they talk about the suicidal thoughts they have at any given moment. Being suicidal and still being here is exhausting. I also understand the reason people become very concerned when you say you have suicidal thoughts. But like, I’ve had them since grade 2 and I’m still kickin’ it so somethings working. I just need to talk about wanting to not be alive anymore sometimes and I don’t want it to be serious, cause then I have to deal with your emotions and that’s even more exhausting when I can’t even handle my own. Just like agree that life and survival are fucking exhausting and it would be nice to not be anymore but then talk to me about some event or activity coming up in a few weeks. Because when I’m panicked and seriously contemplating ending my life later on that night I will think of that thing coming up and be like ”well I can’t die till after that.” It can be as simple as promising to check out a new coffee shop. It’s what’s worked every time in the past. That and needing to prove people wrong. Stubbornness is a great antidote. Being high functioning comes with an obsessive need for achievement and perfection ( that is it’s own fun adventure in imposter syndrome and fear of failure on its own) which allows for something coming up to be the reason to keep going. Which is why when people tell me to cut back on what I’m doing I joke I would die. It’s cause I would. I could legitmatley kill me. I can’t cut back because that’s when I get my most suicidal. But I also know I need to. Because it could also kill me to not. In the same and different ways. But so far for 24 years I've walked the line. So... I guess it's fine.

(we got personal in the last one, the ‘I’ is coming out. Damn.)

8. We don’t answer you immediately or for a few days, but we don’t hate you. Personally, I’m working to just keep my head above water between work and school and combating the depressive episode that has decided to take up space in my body. Answering your text or message becomes last priotrity and if the choice is lying in bed blankly staring at space while listening to music or a podcast vs answering you I choose the first. Depression makes concetration really hard sometime and therefore I cannot find the energy to pick up my phone nor the concetration to find a suitable answer for you that my anxiety won’t then tell me is silly and wrong.

9. If you need mental support, just ask if I’m up for it before beginning. I’ll probably say yes, even if I’m not cause it’s who I am, but allowing me to consent to fucking my mental state is much kinder than not. It’s also allowing me to define my emotional labour boundaries. That said if your in crisis then this goes out the door and you reach out the moment you need something (note: not for everyone, just for me.)

10. If I’m late it’s probably because I have to account for at least a half hour of mentally preparing to leave my house and another half hour trying to talk myself out of bailing. If I’m not coming from home then it’s normally because I suck at time management and will also sit in my car preping to face people. This is amplified during depressive episodes. I also feel like a dumpster fire of trash when I'm late so like, I get it. You do not need to shame me. I can and am do it just fine for myself and even beat you to it since mine probably started when I was lying in bed, staring at my phone for the time and knowing that if I didn't get up I would be late again. And I still didn't get up. So trust me, I've got shaming down to a fine art on this one.

12. They physically manifest in headaches, stomach aches, panic attacks, sore and/or clenched muscles, ext. I'm not making this up. Don't gaslight me. It's not all in my head. Just cause you can't see cancer doesn't mean it doesn't hurt and cause physical pain. Same with any mental shit.

13. This one is for anyone who needs the reminder: your brain that tells you all these lies is only a small portion of all things it contains. That map of Canada from grade 5 geo holds the same space as that space of negativity. It does not make you. It does not define you. It does not own you. It is small and powerless and it wants nothing more than power. But it has to fight you, and you're strong as hell.

14. To be continued possibly...maybe... when I can write again.

This is where I’m at. I’m now going to try and sleep because tomorrow is a long andscary day. ”I’m prepared to be pleseantly surprised if it works” - bedtime mantra.

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