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mossytrashcan · 9 months

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ready to agree with you ty's autistic representation is Probably Not Going To Get The Celebration And Empowerment We Deserve. ready to either vent about that or just ignore it completely, until tsc is just a tiny insignificant blip in your universe, the modern books at least. if that's what you or me or probably all of us need.

and i hope you're doing okay and absolutely no pressure to answer this ask, but i was curious. a little too curious to see what you think: is it just me or does like 60% of the tlh gang come across as autistic to you? james, christopher, potentially thomas, even maybe anna. like genuinely i don't think any of the whole gaggle (it's a big cast!!) are neurotypical except cordelia. even will and tessa don't exactly give off Neuronormative Vibes. like i know it isn't mentioned, but then again it's also 1903??? (and our current merged conceptualisation of the whole autistic spectrum is only from 2013--hate what that means for tda and likely twp but That Is A Different Rant). anyway to me they're for the most part decent, empowering, anti-ableist for the most part autistic rep. is it just my wishful thinking?

Anna is soooo autistic in my mind, her funky fresh gender, slay tendencies, random snake decor, and overall blunt vibes are so not neurotypical

Idk if I ever got autism vibes from James, but he def has like so many mental illnesses that he could have symptom overlap. Honestly, the whole tlh gang is just super neurodivergent w/ a touch of the tism

I do think it says something about CC’s ability to write autistic characters, too. She could totally pull off Ty flawlessly, she understands autism and neurodivergence very well, but she’s just refusing to??? I think she’s just in her own head about it and doesn’t realize how majorly important her autistic rep is

Also, I fully believe that the sudden gear shift to Dru/Ash (for TWP marketing) was because she just didn’t want to have to give Ty a major POV. She’s literally never shy’d away from MLM rep (Malec has their own entire series lol), and the fact that the fandom was delusional about it being homophobic makes me sooo mad. Like, it’s super obvious that she will do ANYTHING to not write a Ty pov. She prefers GHOSTS over him

#sorry this was insane but I’ve got so many thoughts #like I spent most of my life reading this series so like I’m starting to feel the disrespect on a personal level #like. cassie. just do it #get an autistic sensitivity reader and do it #you have given us endless repetitive kit content #you owe us a shit ton of ty content #I had to read about kit bringing a gun into a room w a toddler in it AND I DID NOT WANT TO #JUST #RAHHHHH #CASSIE.#CASSIE!!!!#WRITE GODDAMNIT!!!

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potatoes-is-are-food · 3 years

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Demon Shit [Part 3]

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“I know it was probably scary last time, but stand in the circle, sweetness. Put your shoes and jacket on that chair first..” Dabi’s hand produced a blue flame which he used to light several candles around the room, illuminating it enough for you to see the circle, several chairs scattered around the room, along with boxes and a ton of cobwebs. You did as instructed, shivering as you draped your coat over the arm of a plush armchair and slid your boots under it. Dabi placed a hand on your back,

“Good girl,” he praised, “Now just wait right there, I have to leave the room so the summoning can happen. Seriously, don’t talk to him, okay?” You nodded, but he gripped your face and stared you down, “I mean it. Don’t talk to him until I say or I’ll spank your cute little ass so hard you won’t be able to sit right for the next century. Got it?” You nodded frantically and his hold lessened as he pressed a light kiss to your lips before giving your head a pat and exiting the room, leaving you alone in mostly darkness.

You shuffled your stocking-clad feet nervously, wringing your hands and shaking in the cold. When you felt the demon materialize in front of you, you pressed your mouth into a hard line. You didn’t even look up, staring down at the newly appeared being’s legs and trying to avoid glancing up any further.

The door opened and Dabi lit several more candles, giving you a reassuring wink as you watched him, eyes still wide and hands clasped tightly together. When he was done he approached and you turned to look at him, facing away from the new demon. His eyes darted up for a second and settled on you again, giving you a little smile.

“Perfect. You can speak. It’s all done,” he ruffled your hair, watching with an amused expression as realization clouded your expression.

“If it’s done then-” you screamed as pale arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you back against the bare chest of the demon.

“Fuck, Tomura, don’t scare her to death,” Dabi said, pulling you out of the stranger’s arms and into his. You immediately clung to him, burying your face in his chest and locking your arms tightly around his waist. You heard raspy laughing behind you and held Dabi tighter. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and his other hand pulled his friend in close.

You looked up to see Tomura pecked his lips and mutter thanks under his breath before turning his attention back to you, tracing his fingers lightly along your back for a moment.

“You’re fine, little sacrifice. Say hi,” he gently pried your arms off him and spun you to face the other demon. Tomura was roughly the same height and build as Dabi, but no discolored skin. The area around his eyes was a little marred and his lips looked chapped, but his long, unkempt hair was what drew your attention. That is, until your eyes glanced lower before you could stop them and you got an eyefull of the monster between his legs.

All the blood in your body rushed to your face as your eyes shot up to stare at the ceiling, trying to purge the image from your mind. Bigger than Dabi, and that had felt like it might tear you in half. Tomura’s looked like it would ruin you. He leaned in closer until his face was only a few centimeters from yours and smiled creepily at you. The expression made your thighs clench and your body shrink back against Dabi.

“Lucky asshole,” Tomura rasped, looking up at him but staying close to you, “My last sacrifice was an infant. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? And I still had to fulfill my end of the deal. Bullshit,” he sneered, bringing his red gaze back to your scared, flustered expression.

“Pretty, right? Sweet, too. And a dumb little thing. Fucked up the ritual by talking to me, let me carry her off with no struggle, willingly let me mark her up, and does whatever I say. If I told her to drop her panties and give them to you, she’d do it. Isn’t that right, sweetness?” Cyan eyes bore into you and your face burned, but you nodded at him anyway. A smirk crept over his face and he gave you a nod, tapping your hip and stroking your hair.

“Fucking up the ritual doesn’t normally make them dumb and pliant,” he rasped, “you must have traumatized her or something. Not that I care,” He paused briefly, looking you up and down, “You’re gonna share, right? You owe me. You owe me a lot more than a pair of panties,” he watched you reach under your skirt and pull the lacy white fabric down, a fresh little wet spot visible on them. Tomura licked his lips, “I do want them, though,” he snatched them from you as soon as you held them out, inhaling your scent deeply and letting his eyes roll back.

“Yeah, I’m sharing. Looks like she likes you, too,” Dabi muttered, his hand slipped under the back of your dress and swiped up through your wet folds. He licked his finger clean before nudging you towards Tomura and pulling away from you to shuffle through some boxes at the other end of the room. You were left face to face with the new demon, who was still naked and still sniffing your panties.

“Gonna share with Kei?” Tomura asked, voice muffled from the fabric shoved against his face. Dabi shot him a look and he rolled his eyes, dropping your underwear and leaning in, “I want to kiss you,” he said bluntly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you so your chests were touching. You didn’t get to respond.

His tongue, longer than Dabi’s but not split like his, jutted out as he licked along your jaw. Your mouth opened in a gasp and he slipped it past your lips, closing the distance after and kissing you harshly. Your eyes fluttered shut as your head spun, arms wrapping around Tomura’s neck for support. He held you up easily, sliding his tongue around inside your mouth and down your throat, moaning when you gagged on it and trying to go deeper.

Drool spilled down your chin, dripping onto you both with a quiet tap as his hands moved from the small of your back down to your ass, cupping your flesh and lifting you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his fingers kneaded at your plush cheeks and thighs, and you felt his heavy, mildly terrifying cock stirring to life just under you. His clawed hands gripped too hard at your already sore thighs, breaking skin and making you whimper against his lips.

“Dude, wait until we’re in a pocket. Someone hears her screaming here, this location is fucked,” Dabi scolded him, still shuffling through boxes. Tomura grunted into your mouth, setting you down and breaking off the kiss, leaving you panting and flushed. Strings of saliva connected you, and you wiped off your face on your sleeve. He let you lean against him, humming contently as he pet your hair and gave you a squeeze, pressing his erection against you. He inhaled deeply,

“You’re so soft,” he muttered, rocking his hips a little, “smell so good…” “Don’t jizz on her here,” Dabi pulled him off you, wrapping an arm around each of you. He kissed Tomura again and pushed him off toward some clothes he’d gotten out before turning his attention to you, tilting your chin up and kissing you softly before setting you in the chair your stuff had been on. He slipped your feet back into your boots and laced them before setting you on your feet and trying to fix the mess his friend had made of your clothes and hair.

Tomura scoffed, stuffing his hard, leaking cock into a pair of pants, “Do you spoon feed her, too?” He taunted, zipping and buttoning himself away. You pursed your lips slightly as Dabi wrapped your coat around you and adjusted it.

“That’s why your sacrifices always die,” he laughed, “you forget to feed them and take care of them,” once satisfied with your clothes, he gave you a pat on the head and sat down, pulling you into his lap.

“That was literally three centuries ago,” Tomura argued, pulling on shoes and tying his long hair back, “And I didn’t like that one anyway. The deal wasn’t worth it,” Dabi shook his head when you shot him a questioning look. You settled against him, turning sideways in his lap to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck. Tomura joined you both, sitting on the arm of the chair and fiddling with one of the buttons on his shirt,

“Is she always that clingy?” he gave your arm a poke and you gave it to him, holding his hand but keeping your face nestled against discolored, rough skin. Dabi shrugged,

“Since I’ve had her. She just kind of lets me do whatever, all she wants is affection, hm?” he bounced you slightly, sighing when you kissed his neck. You sincerely couldn’t explain why, but you were drawn to him, he made you feel safer than you ever had. You liked the other one, too, but he made you a little nervous. You gave his hand a little squeeze.

“She’s like a little girl or something. Are you sure you didn’t break her or some shit?” Tomura gave your hand a tug, pulling your face off Dabi and closer to him, inspecting your eternally flustered expression, “None of mine are ever like this.” Dabi scoffed, “You probably scare yours, you made y/n scream.” Tomura smirked at him,

“You haven’t made her scream?” he taunted.

“I’ll make you both scream,” Dabi shot back, gripping Tomura’s ponytail and jerking him forward, pressing his lips to his. You watched with wide eyes, squirming a little as you felt heat building between your legs from the display. Their kiss broke, Dabi leaning back into the chair with a laugh,

“That do something for you, little sacrifice?” You looked away, pursing your lips as he trailed a finger down your cheek. You heard Tomura mutter, “cute,” under his breath as his fingers slipped under your dress. Dabi swatted him away,

“Wanna touch,” he argued, trying to bypass the other demon’s hand.

“Knock it off. She needs food and I need to get her more clothes. Here,” he placed a light smack to Tomura’s thigh and both men stood, Dabi helping you off his lap and placing your hand in his friend’s.

“Get her food and text when you’re done. We can meet up and get her settled into the pocket,” he pulled a phone from his pocket and stuffed it in one of Tomura’s, “Have fun on your date,” he winked, kissing Tomura first and then you, smoothing your clothes one more time and wiping something off your face.

“Wait, you already picked a pocket for her? I’m gonna have to stay there too, it better be nice,” You stared up at Tomura as Dabi waved off his question, blowing out the candles around the room.

“Are you going to live with me?” You asked, clinging to his arm as the room slowly darkened.

“Sometimes. Between all three of us you’ll have someone with you pretty much all the time probably,” he scratched at his neck, shrugging as Dabi glared at him again.

“Three? Is that Kei?” Dabi winced as the name fell from your lips, blowing out the last of the candles and leaving the three of you in the dark.

“Don’t worry about him, but yeah. We’ll deal with that in a day or two,” a hand ruffled your hair, “Can’t do too many rituals so close together. It’ll overwhelm your puny little body. I’m not the only reason you’re sore and worn out,” you felt him kiss your head and steps walking off. The sound of a door opening, and he was gone.

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tybysis · 7 years

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11:37pm

I feel really good about myself today because of this outfit I ended up wearing so let’s see if I can make a happy entry.

Cause you know, Ty, we’ve been filling you with negativity a ton (which I mean, it is what you’re for. so. lmao.) but I want to even it out. Because that’s what I’m trying to do with life too, you know? Find that happy medium, that balance that lets me see both the bad and the good as equals, no one more than the other, and we all know that I am just. so good at seeing the bad, and letting the bad take over the good, and not being able to see all the things that I enjoy.

So. Today I wore a shirt I bought at primark, which is actually a body suit, white and off the shoulder with a lace up in the front, and it’s really cute. I paired it with some wine-colored leggings I bought at work that go all the way over my tummy, and then put one of mom-mom’s belts around my waistline, put on one of her long necklaces as a choker, and finally found some dark lipstick that I can wear. She had the perfect shade of course, being my skin tone and all. I love it. And I’m going to ask her for it. I already know she’ll say yes, so I’m pumped. Add mascara and some really blended gray eyeshadow, and we’re off to the races. I also got a mani-pedi today, which was great, and yesterday I got my hair done in crochet curls, back to black and blue. I felt... really nice about myself okay. Really good.

Things that have happened that I wasn’t able to articulate because of how bad I was mentally in my last entry:

I started my semester at mont co, taking four classes, all of which I’m pumped for: Creative Writing, Improv, Intro to Theatre, and ASL.

I found a way to school every day without having to pay for bus fare, via John, who I carpool with since he lives up the street.

I finally got a bus card, which SEPTA has brand new, that you can pay via app online, which means I don’t have to stress about having cash on me

I feel like I’m actually making meaningful relationships with my coworkers??? at least my other front ends. Rich and Haley and Jake are all really great and if one of us didn’t always have to be at work, I’d totally organize a night out or something.

I discovered that a PhD in Creative Writing is something that you can have AND that my creative writing professor has one??? so that is now my next goal.

I’m trying to find a way to do light brigade again this year despite financial troubles. I’m going to pay back what I owe and then talk to Miss Shelia about this season.

Gabe and I’s weirdness is sort of normalized, now. I never really blamed him for not wanting to hang out with me, and not inviting me places. That’s whatever. I’m just glad the awkward part is done.

I’m spending labor day at my grandma’s house in pleasantville, and it’s been nice. She’s content leaving me be, and we’re able to live our own lives and chill with each other too.

My textbooks this semester all together is going to be less than $50, which fits nicely in the budget

I may or may not be moving soon, which means a whole new space to decorate!

Ben and Ru are both super supportive, and we’re all super supportive of each other?? all the time?? which is super nice.

Chris and Mags are ALSO super supportive, and we dish and talk and do things.

John is teaching me how to play Magic the Gathering, because I finally took the knee to become full nerd.

D&D every Friday is something I have to look forward to each and every week and it makes me very happy to participate

I EASILY made friends in the D&D group??? I talk to Zach pretty constantly, and I was invited to a seperate group chat with him, Al, and Korre where we talk about videogames and play together on playstation somedays and it’s ??? really nice.

I SEE ROSE ALMOST TWICE A WEEK AT SCHOOL and it’s the bomb, okay??? I missed her last week because of John insisting on Magic!, but it really cheers me up to have someone I know there, ESPECIALLY ROSE! she’s great to hangout with and our schedules have been shit with meeting up since we both started working, and with the whole not-being-invited thing.

I got to hang out with Carlee and we talked about D&D and Magic! and all sorts of fun things while we ate at the shake shake and walked around the mall.

If I have any regrets about my whatever with Gabe, it’s that I don’t get to see the others. Finding times to see Dan was difficult, and I haven’t seen her since I scooped her up to go to karaoke. I miss her and Kiki and Rose. But I’m shit at planning, when I remember to do so, and I already have so many chats it’s hard to keep up with. Cause tbh I was falling off before this happened. And? In reality?

Well, I sort of feel like I’m... old. For that group. Like, I don’t know how to describe it, really, except that when the whole thing with Gabe just felt so... high school. It felt like I was expected to react a certain way, and that I HAD to do that, but then I kept thinking, you know, I’m not in high shcool anymore. I’m not that girl. I don’t have the energy to be so stressed about all my decisions and all my movements and everything I say. What I want is to sit down and have a good ole discussion about all the things I really wasn’t able to say, during that whole time. I want to talk about all the times I bottled up the things that hurt me during the friendship. I want to talk about Six Flags. I want to talk about Disney. I want to talk about the fact that when I tried to talk about how hurt I was that he didn’t hang out last summer, he complained about Dan jumping down his throat and told me not to bring it up. I want to talk about that day during practice where we sat up on the director’s podium while the flags had a sectional. I want to hear him talk about all the times I hurt him and he bottled it up too. I want to communicate.

But also. Shit. I am too old to be forcing relationships, man. I can’t be running after anyone any more. It’s exhausting. And I honestly? Never did it. If we planned something and Gabe didn’t show up, it was Dan who called, or Dan who walked to his house and knocked on the door, I was always devastatingly uncomfortable with doing that, cause that’s just. always how I’ve been.

I am so okay with this change, basically. Because if it means that in the future Gabe and I can live our lives, either together or separately, but at least treating each other like adults. And maybe even holding each other accountable. Ain’t that a pipe dream.

Cause okay. While I love all of my friends from high school, and I really appreciate those friendships, some of them are really juvenile, or at least have juvenile traits. Not being able to talk about things? Bottling up your emotions because you don’t want to share? Being scared of being judged? Second guessing yourself every time you want to do something? Deciding that you can or can’t do something based on your friend group because you don’t think it’d go over well? High school. High school high school high school.

That’s what I love about college. Everyone is just. so okay? with you? and by that I mean. They don’t care what you’re majoring in. They’re at least vaguely interested in what you want to do with your life. But there’s no pressure to be or not be anything.

Something that really stuck with me is Dan saying that even if she did find someone she liked, she probably wouldn’t date them because “it would throw off all my dynamics” and?? it really made me pause. Even though she spoke over it and backtracked like she didn’t mean to say it. Like? Was the group really? Like that? That finding love was something that wasn’t even seriously considered because of how it would change the dynamic??? Like I remember how terrified I used to be of dynamic changes, how much I used to catalog them, how much I exulted them. But jesus. Jesus that’s so unhealthy.

Like? no one should be afraid that something they choose to do would upset a friendship? Without any speaking about it? Like, hey, someone coming up to you and going “hey this makes me uncomfortable” is different. But. I just.

like, yeah, there is a chance that I am misconstruing everything. That’s true. But I remember who I was when I held these friendships over everything and anything, and... man I just hope they’ve matured and developed. And the thing is? They probably have with out me. And of that I’m hopeful and glad for.

Omg so wait, before I forget to mention this. I went to the liquor store with Zach and John on the way home from work one day and we stopped at the burger place near work and it was just??? really nice. To be hanging out with people my age. Also it was the first time I actually bought something from a liquor store and so I got these cute little bottles of kraken that are amazing and I love them lmao.

idk man it was just a really chill day and it was really nice and it’d be cool if I could hang out with John and Zach more often.

#kay post #idk why I'm still talking

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