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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Epilogue)

A/N: SIKE BITCHEEEES. Y’ALL REALLY THINK I’D LEAVE IT LIKE THAT!? HELL NAH YOUR MOTHER HAS RETURNED TO PROVIDE LOVE YA XXX

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

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Samantha stole another glance at the tall, gorgeous boy that seemed so keen on listening to everything that was coming out of their boring professor’s mouth. He was popular and friendly but still somehow remained a mystery, always kept to himself. Everybody was practically in love with him because aside from his well-built physique, friendly nature, and willingness to help those who need it he had this certain aura of vagueness around him which seemed to drag everyone in, makes them want to unlock more. As if there is so much more to be discovered aside from the glimpses of personalities he shows the world but nobody ever had the chance to be that close. Everybody knew him but at the same time nobody actually did.

When their professor finally ended his discussion Samantha stood up, ready to take the first step to become the first person to have the honor of actually knowing Reggie Mantle.

Or so she thought.

“H-Hey, Reggie?”

He looked at her before gracing her with a smile, making her heart beat twice as fast. “Hey, Samantha,” He adjusted his gym bag on his shoulders, probably preparing himself for his daily training. “Need anything?”

“Y-Yeah, actually, I was wondering,” she closed her eyes for a second to gather some courage. “Would you – would you like to get some coffee with me? Some time? If you’re not too busy.”

She swallowed as she waited for his response, afraid to look at his face for any sign of rejection. Then she heard a sigh and knew it was game over. She heard the stories, the rumors, how no one stood a chance because:

“Sorry, Sam,” Reggie really sounded sympathetic and she hated it. “I – I have someone –“

“I know.”  Samantha smiled, sadly, successfully cutting him off. She looked up at him despite the pain. “What a lucky girl.” She whispered more to herself than anything but Reggie seemed to hear it.

Reggie smirked before shaking his head. “You got it all mixed up, Sam.” Reggie said. “I’m the one who got lucky.”

He patted her head before walking away.

“W-What’s her name?” Samantha asked. Curious as to who got this beautiful boy’s fancy and got him hooked that he couldn’t even look at another girl ever again. Reggie’s mind immediately went to the memory of your smile, the way you’re hair danced messily in the wind when you were in the passenger seat of his car, the echo of your laugh in his room as you wore his shirt while running your hand across his hair, your beautiful 5 o’clock shadow as you stared outside the windows of Pop’s with the neon lights making you look ethereal and seraphic.

Samantha noticed that Reggie’s mind seemed to disappear to a happy place because he beamed, almost shining with happiness. Another glimpse, she thought, Reggie was really full of surprises and secrets.

“If I tell you, I might have to kill you.”


All the boys stared as Cheryl and (Y/N) walked together, with their arms crossed, talking quietly among themselves. How the meanest and nicest girls of the entire building managed to become bestfriends was beyond them but they would be lying if they say they weren’t a sight to behold. Especially (Y/N), known to be the kindest soul to ever grace their halls, who was always willing to extend a helping hand and always treat everybody with respect. A lot of boys tried to win her heart but none was very successful, in fact not qa single one even came close, because aside from the Red Widow by her side, a nickname she earned because of her careful yet poisonous words and her dedication to guard the little angel of New York University everybody gets the same response from her every time: a kind rejection. The kind of rejection that makes them feel bad for even trying and putting her through the dilemma of even rejecting them.

One poor soul gripped the bouquet of roses in his hands before daring to walk towards their table and try his luck, eyes on the back of (Y/N)’s head. He gave himself a mental pep talk trying not to chicken out but all of those words of inspiration and prayers were obliterated when he caught Cheryl’s eyes.

Cheryl seemed bored and emotionless, head resting on her palm, as she stared at another clueless boy trying to vouch for her bestfriend’s affection. She gave him the smallest glare, which usually meant ‘scram’ or ‘fuck off’, and smirked as she saw him make a 90 degree turn before walking out straight out the library.

“Cherry, stop scaring people.” (Y/N), who apparently wasn’t really focusing on her advanced reading, chuckled. “You’ll never get a boyfriend if you keep that up.”

Cheryl scoffed and flipped her long, almost fiery in this lighting, red hair. “Nobody deserves me, darling, and we both know it.”

“No we don’t,” You stared at her. “You should give them a chance.”

“That’s rich coming from you, sweetie.” Cheryl shot back making you blush. “Why don’t you give those unfortunate souls who are just begging for a glance from the angel of their dreams, a chance?”

You blushed even more. “You—I – You know I’m not into that, Cherry.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, who you tryna fool?” Cheryl smirked, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning back on her chair. “And please, he was carrying roses, how cliché right? The right man would know you’re more of a sunflower girl.” She smirked. “Too bad the right man is in a far far away kingdom.”

You managed to give her a glare despite the heat on your face but she just laughed at your effort in looking mad. You just rolled your eyes, heart beating a little too fast at the memory of him.

“I’m just, such a good friend.” Cheryl dramatically fanned her face, as if she was about to cry, speaking a little too loudly in the library. “That bastard better be fucking grateful and buy me a Victorian-inspired mansion for all my effort in making sure his lil’ lovebird doesn’t get snatched by worthless peasants.”

“Cherry stop,” you whined trying to remove the attention away from the two of you, knowing nobody would have the guts to try and make her quiet but you.

“I’m gonna guilt-trip him his whole life, you just wait.”

“We don’t even know if he is still single.”

“Oh, we know.”

“How? I mean have you seen him? Boy’s like that doesn’t stay single for very long time in college.”

“Because I know him, and that boy is about as gone for you as you are for him,” Cheryl stated confidently. “And if you weren’t sure he is single, why are you still rejecting everybody left and right? Unless …”

“You are crazy.” You shook your head, not wanting to feed yourself any more false hopes. You don’t even know where in God’s green Earth he was staying at right now. You haven’t talked for almost four years now. You could but you decided not to because getting a little taste of that heaven will make you want him and miss him more and you don’t want to be running back to him when you are this close to your goal. That reunion will have to wait, and it seems like he was thinking the same thing, too.

Is he treating himself well?

Is he surrounded by good people?

Is he happy?

Does anything remind him of you? Even for just a second?

“(Y/N),” Cheryl was staring at something in her phone, eyes wide in shock. Whatever it was must be something big to actually surprise Cheryl. Cheryl shoved her phone at you as you read the article about a certain raven-haired boy that just won the Nationals in Indiana. “Point six hundred million for Cheryl. God, I hate being right all the time”

You ignored her as you read how Reggie Mantle, the captain, basically carried the whole game towards their victory with his agility, strategy, and strength. You reread the last paragraph of the article:

Mantle is not only a spectacular athlete but he is also an outstanding student with his top marks which will result to the possibility of him graduating as the top of his class. How he managed to balance his responsibilities, Reggie Mantle gave us an answer that left more questions than answers:

“You could say I have a pretty solid foundation and inspiration.” He said with a grin. “Though she is probably studying hard in New York too.”

Who is this mysterious lady that snatched Reggie Mantle’s heart? The world may never know.


“Hey man,” Reggie returned back to Earth when he heard his roommate, soon to be ex-roommate, in their toga with a big grin on his face. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Reggie took his hands and gave him a half-hug and a pat on the back. “I’ll see you.”

Jake plopped down on his bed, one last time probably. “Can’t believe you’re going pro, man. That’s big.”

“I know,” Reggie chuckled, picking up a football from the ground. “Even I still can’t believe it.”

“Well, as for me it’s the boring old office work.”

Reggie gave him a look before throwing at him the football which he caught with a lot of effort. “Shut up, Jake, you got a girlfriend who’s smart. She got you.”

Jake smirked. “Yeah she’s still pretty bummed about not getting that journalism job. She really wanted it.”

“I can’t believe someone actually beat Janine. Must be some miracle.” Jake’s girlfriend, Janine, was like a machine when it comes to her studies. So it came as a shock to everyone when she came barging in their room crying about how she did not get accepted to her dream job.

“Yeah, she told me it was taken by some monster that graduated from New York,” Jake chuckled. “Kept whining how the world is unfair cause the said monster was drop dead gorgeous, smart, and is now holding her dream job by the neck on her first try.”

“Wai- wait, back up,” Reggie stood up. “Did … did Janine say what the name of this said New York monster was?”

Jake seemed to think for a second and Reggie was literally on his tiptoes from the suspense. “I forgot man, I guess it was (Y/N) or something? I forgot the last na—“

Jake was cut off by Reggie’s jaw dropping in shock before genuinely laughing. Throughout their four years of being friends Jake has never seen Reggie this happy, even during his championship game. Reggie looked at Jake who was looking at him as if he grew a second head.

“Holy shit! I’m so sorry, man.” Reggie laughed once more, patting his shoulders sympathetically. “In behalf of her, let me apologize.”

“What do you mean?” Jake asked, genuinely confused.

“The New York monster that took the job from your girl?”

“Yeah …”

“That’s my girl.”


You just finished face timing Cheryl that was now living in London for some business transaction and she couldn’t stop bitching about the rain ruining her hair, which, in turn, just gave you something to laugh about.

“Good morning, stranger,” your favorite barista greeted you as you leaned in the counter.

“Hello, outsider,” You greeted her back. “Can I get my regular and a muffin?”

“Oooh muffin, you’re being a rebel today, huh?” she snickered as she handed you your favorite drink and a fresh muffin.

“I like to remain unpredictable.” You said as you handed her the exact amount and placed a twenty on the tip box.

“See you tomorrow, outsider.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

You sighed as the hot drink touch your tongue, fucking heaven. As you were about to go in your car you felt a small tug on your coat. You turned around and saw a cute little kid that had gorgeous curly locks hiding a sunflower behind his back.

“Hey, there little bud.” You leaned down to minimize the distance between you and the kid. “Are you lost?” You looked around you. “Where’s your mum—“

You were cut off when he suddenly shoved you the sunflower in his handsand ran before disappearing right around the corner.

“What the …” You cracked a smile despite your confusion and saw a small card tied around the sunflower with a note that read:

There’s more from where that came from.

“What?”

Just as you were about to look for the little boy a tall figure suddenly appeared from your peripheral view. And just like in your wildest dreams, there he was: standing in front of you, beautiful as ever, holding a bouquet of sunflowers and wearing that smirk that made your stomach flip in the most beautiful way possible ever since you were kids.

“Reggie …”

Before you could utter another word he sped up his last two steps and cradled your face with his free hand for a kiss. A kiss, a kiss that you have imagined over and over again, a kiss that was foreign yet so goddamn familiar from the amount of times you have dreamt and daydreamed about it. A kiss from Reggie Mantle was all it took for your heart to beat the same irregular beats that was reserved only for him.

I took you a moment to recover from the shock but when you did you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in deeper. You waited too long for this kiss and you never wanted it to end and he probably had the same thought in mind. But sadly, like everything amazing, it had to, or else you were gonna die from lack of oxygen.

Reggie leaned in your forehead and laughed just as you started to giggle. “I guess you missed me?” you whispered.

“You have no idea, pup.” You started tearing up, not believing that after all these years he was finally here in your arms, looking at you with the same dark eyes and intense gaze that makes you want to melt.

“I’m – “

“I love you.” Reggie made her forget her train of thoughts with those words. “If the kiss didn’t make it clear enough. I, Reggie Mantle, is in love with you and swears to be in love with you in this lifetime and the next.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Pulling him in for another kiss. “Promise?” You offered him your pinky.

He laughed, crossing both of pinkies and pushed both of your fists and thumbs together.

“Promise.” He gave you another peck. “And, I believe you owe me a date.”

“Oh, do I now?” you teased, giggling when he tried to kiss your neck. “Where would you like to go?”

“I waited for years for this date, pup,” he said letting go of your face as he opted to wrap his arms around your shoulders as you wrapped yours around his waist. He gave you the bouquet which you held with your free hand. “I’ll go wherever the fuck you want.”


Breaking News! After dating for three years and being engaged in one, star football player, Reggie Mantle and his fiancé’ the award winning journalist and published author, (Y/F/N), has officially tied the knot in secret in their hometown, Riverdale, with only a chosen few people present, one note-worthy guest was Mrs. Mantle’s best friend, Cheryl Blossom, the CEO of Blossom Inc.  and world-renowned author of two award-winning novels in her spare time. It was said to be a big event despite the small town in Riverdale as stolen shots were taken of the grand wedding for the official photographs of the wedding was announced to be kept in private and not to be publicized in the request of the couple.

This power-couple had been best friends their whole lives and decided to tie the knot right after Reggie Mantle surprised his, now, wife with her dream house in California where they were rumored to finally settle. The couple is about to head into their 2-month honeymoon that will be spent in different cities around the world that they have planned to visit ever since they were kids.

After you’re done crying and emptying your box of tissue we dare you to find us a more perfect couple, we’ll wait.


(Y/N) was breathing in the fresh air from the morning breeze. She stared at the view from her balcony: the trees, the lake, and the city far, far away. Reggie really thought everything through when he built this house just for her. He built her a home where she is safe, contented, and happy and she could never thank him enough.

She jumped a bit when she felt a fluffy blanket, which turned out to be her robe, being wrapped around her by none other than her husband. Even after a year and a half of being married she still feels giddy thinking about Reggie being her husband. Finally.

“You okay?” Reggie whispered, afraid of breaking this serene moment as he hugged you from behind and gave you a peck on the side of your head.

You decided to face your husband and give him a proper good morning kiss, wrapping your arms on his waist as he wrapped his arms around you. “I feel perfect.” You nuzzled your face on his warm neck relishing on the comfort only he can give you. You looked up at him and saw him looking out at the view before turning his eyes on you making you wonder what you did in your past life to have a man like him to keep forever.

“We’re in love, aren’t we?”

He chuckled at your question before leaning hooking a stray hair in your ear. “I can’t speak for you but you got me pretty hooked, pup.” You looked up at him through your lashes to give him a glare as if to say ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ and Reggie grinned, the same boyish grin from when you were in Riverdale, giving you another kiss

“You don’t have to worry about that for a very, very long time, pup.” Reggie sighed, pulling you closer to him, as if that was possible.”Your heart won’t break around here. I’ll make sure of that.”

You squealed when he leaned down and hooked his arms at the back of your thighs and sat down, taking you in his lap. You watched as the sun rose quietly, sharing the morning coffee you made to help you get ready for the day, small kisses and giggles shared every now and then and in that exact moment you realized you could stay there forever and already find the life that was your definition of perfect

But then on cue you heard the familiar wailing of your two other babies on their bedroom making you giggle and Reggie groan, leaning on your shoulders. “Oh stop it, you were the one who was begging me for a baby.”

“I asked for one baby, pup. Just one, I’m blaming your fertile ass for this.” Reggie complained but was still ahead of you towards his babies room. He loved being a father and everybody knows it. When you were pregnant anxious would be an understatement when defining Reggie as he watched your every move and made sure you were eating only the best to make sure his babies would grow to become ‘as strong as me and as beautiful as their mother’. Heck, nobody could touch you without receiving a glare from Reggie which in turn would result to you smacking him in the head as he pouted but still continued to follow you around like a lost guard dog.

“Or we could blame you fucking me 12 times a day, every day? How about that?” You shot back.

“Hush, (Y/N/N), “ Reggie said as he cradled Cherry on his right arm and picked up the older twin, Jason, on the other. “My babies can hear you.”

“Oh they’re your babies now—“

“TOUCHDOWN BITCHES!” You heard the all too familiar slamming of the door open and Cheryl’s voice from below. “WHERE ARE MY DEAR DARLINGS?!”

“I can’t believe I actually gave that woman a spare key.” Reggie sighed, making you giggle. “Since when did she arrive from London?”

“Come on now,” you said as you took Cherry from Reggie making him pout. God, his daughter had him whipped. “Let’s go down before Cheryl wrecks havoc in here too.”

“I gotta share everything with her,” Reggie complained to a now sleeping Jason, as he went downstairs and saw Cheryl with a dollhouse and a toy car that looked too expensive and too realistic to be owned by a couple of 7 month old babies .”One day I’ll just snap and assassinate her, I swear to God.”

“I heard that, you ass!”

“You needed to hear it, satan!”

You couldn’t help but watch as Reggie and Cheryl bickered back and forth while Jason was silently sleeping in his crib and Cherry was babbling nonsense while sitting comfortably in your lap.

“Listen here Poison Ivy wanna-be, you’re spoiling my kids and they don’t even have the mental capacity to be spoiled yet.” Reggie complained.

“I am their godmother I can do what I want because I am richer than their father.”

“Excuse me,” Reggie seemed genuinely offended and you couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Who’s richer than who’ has been a small game in between Reggie and Cheryl, heck, even Archie, who is now an international song artist, and Moose who is an owner of a couple of successful gyms would join every now and then.

I guess nothing really ever truly changed. Reggie and Cheryl just can’t admit they love each other with a gun aimed at their heads, you were still hopelessly in-love with your husband, and he still looks at you as if you were the reason the sun continues to shine every morning. Only now you had two little angels to call your own and more money than you can spend.

Not bad for a shy girl from Riverdale who was secretly in love with her bestfriend.

You looked at your family, once more. Leaning back, placing Cherry on your chest, you sighed in contentment.

Not bad at all.


A/N: I’m gonna miss writing this so fucking much. Fuck.


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Don’t Let Go [m]

Genre: Angst, smut ⚠️ (spanking, crying? idk man i felt all the feels in this one, no major kinks)

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 3674 (I’m so sorry)

Summary: Making up hurts. But it feels too good to care.

A/N: This is the sequel to my Never Ever drabble “Let You Go” If you haven’t read that one yet, I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU DO for storyline and buildup purposes! So this was originally supposed to be just straight up smut, but now it’s like straight up smut but with a lot of angsty feelings. I’m emo tonight. Someone hold me. 

Read first: Let You Go

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The Difference Between Having LGBTQ+ Representation in Villains vs. "Queer Coding" Villains

It’s something all to common to see posts floating about, expressing the desire to have more villainous, morally grey, or flawed characters be LGBTQ+, only to find the notes of such posts filled to the brim with users accusing the poster of various levels of bigotry. This is most often a misunderstanding, usually based off of the fact that it can be hard to draw the line between what’s actual representation and what are stereotypes being manipulated into a character to make them seem villainous.

With proper execution, having LGBTQ+ representation in villains is far from a bad thing. It can show that villains can be anyone and that gender identity and sexual orientation do not affect a person’s morality, (something that Tumblr especially seems to have a poor grip on). Additionally, many people find they can relate to villains, not necessarily through their villainous acts, but due to the similarities between their’s and the character’s struggles.

On the other hand, is where “queer coding” comes in. Unlike legitimate representation, the queer coding of villains operates as a plot device to further seperate out the villain as “other”, “deviant”, or “wrong”. This is where the problems lie in this predicament. This is where the line is crossed.

You see, you can have an LGBTQ+ villain. This in itself is not harmful. When you take a villain and make the fact that they are LGBTQ+ into one of the reasons they are “bad”, this is what’s harmful to actual LGBTQ+ people, who have likely lived with constant false reminders that they are “gross”, “horrible”, “atrocious”, etc. By taking a villain and queer coding them to further present them as antagonising, you are simply reinforcing many of the harmful views society has against LGBTQ+ people. This is not representation.

While it’s all too common to jump to the conclusion that all villains who are LGBTQ+ are inherently offensive to LGBTQ+ people, it’s really the villains who are “queer coded” that are usually the issue. This seems to be a common misunderstanding among not just the audience, but also the writers, who falsely assume that simply including LGBTQ+ people in their works, regardless of how they are handled, makes them a stellar ally deserving of praise.

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Request: “Hello sweetie! How about a Hades/Persephone dynamic for Kylo Ren/Reader? As in Reader being a princess held “hostage” on Starkiller yet in a relationship with Kylo who fights anyone who dares to question how could she love a /monster/ like Kylo?”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: mention of rape

A/n: hi hello idk if I really fulfilled the request bc there isn’t much like protectiveness in this but whatever, hope you like it anyway :)

The red glare bit like a stinging razor at the back of your corneas, but still, you refused to look away. Not because you had anything to prove, but he was staring at you from behind that mask, waiting and watching, expecting you to falter. The beam of light was no more threatening than the bright lights aboard this ship, at least you thought so until it collided with the planet of Lilra, the light becoming so bright that drew tears to your eyes. You weren’t crying because of the people, no, everyone on that planet was either a worthless space raider or part of a small sized operation aiding the First Order. Why Kylo had even bothered to blow it up escaped all realm of rationality, since he was shooting himself in the leg. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say toe, since the raiders had nothing to give apart from a small number of arms and an untrustworthy ally.

You opened your mouth to address the matter, since the planet was slowly being heated from the inside out and everyone remained silent. Instead, you found a gloved hand coming to your eyes, covering them as the planet exploded. Kylo’s chest pressed to your back with a welcomed warmth, but you’d never admit that. Your pride wouldn’t take kindly to the blow that would result if you complained that you were constantly cold on this bleak ship.

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This ones a little….mature. Not a lot, just a smidge. I held back. You know, restraint. Also companion piece to this.



•While Shouto is affectionate, he’s such an innocent little bean. He’ll leave pecks, and lingering touches as sweet gestures, never with any hidden intention. This is the extent of what he knows normal couples do, and Momo deserves more than that cold environment he grew up with. And yes, he started doing this more for her, but then continued doing it more for him, genuinely enjoying her closeness and comfort and letting her know.

•Now this doesn’t mean Momo’s not innocent as well, but she does have a bit of a wandering mind. Having grown up in a world of books, she’s guilty of reading those trashy romance novels here and there, especially as of recent. That being said, she’s usually on edge with Shouto’s gestures, her body reacting more than it should. She can’t help but to be embarrassed, for he’s being nothing but sweet and she’s short circuiting at the slightest lingering touch.

•The begining of their more intimate stage starts with a harmless kiss, on her thigh to be exact. He enjoyed the way she flushed and had continued to kiss up her leg. Momo in an almost panicked reaction, kisses him to stop his travel up. Her kiss is rather forceful, and it takes him by surprise because he’s only seen her as gentle. The surprise is pleasant though, and he adjusts to her pace and moves closer to her.

It’s cliche but somehow, they both end up on the couch, him over her and both a little breathless. This is the most flushed she’s been, and she looks a bit dazed. He can’t judge though, sure he probably looks just as bad.

He goes to rest his head on her shoulder, his favorite resting place, when he notices just a hint of perspiration on her neck. Before he can even process what he’s doing, he’s already licking that spot on her neck.

Her reaction is immediate, her hands grip on to whatever’s near them-one, the fabric of the couch;the other, his arm on the right of her head-and she doesn’t gasp, but it’s more of high pitched whine. What’s the true death of him is when her body arches upward, her chest brushing against his and her hips making contact with his. He doesn’t know how to react to this, but his eyes are shut, he’s breathing slow and heavy, his hands forming into fists as to regain control of his body because he doesn’t know wtf is happening to it right now.

His eyes snap open when she lets out a cry this time, both hands griping on to him, arching up again and he notices the frost on her neck. He’s mortified that he didn’t notice his breath coming out frosty and goes to move away from poor Momo.

Her grip on him is strong, and she pulls him back down to her, hugging him against her as if to anchor herself. They stay like this for some time, and when she finally loosens her hold, he sees the ice melted off her neck leaving behind a wet trail running to her chest.

Shouto clears his throat.

“I….want to lick your neck again” He thinks out loud. Momo’s eyes widen, and he thinks that he screwed up. She just looks away, color returning to her with a vengeance, as her hand fiddles with his shirt.

“You can….” She beings “as long as I get to lick you too. I mean your neck! Lick your neck….”

Shouto just smiles at her stuttering and drops his head, this times closer to her collar bone where the water pooled, and begins a long and slow lick in agreement.

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Are autism and dyspraxia comorbid? I've always been 'clumsy' and dyspraxia seems to explain a lot. Could I get some more information about dyspraxia?

Yes, autism and dyspraxia are often comorbid. The following is a list of dyspraxia symptoms in adults according to Dyspraxia USA:

Gross motor co-ordination skills (large movements):

  • Poor balance. Difficulty in riding a bicycle, going up and down hills
  • Poor posture and fatigue. Difficulty in standing for a long time as a result of weak muscle tone. Floppy, unstable round the joints. Some people with dyspraxia may have flat feet
  • Poor integration of the two sides of the body. Difficulty with some sports involving jumping and cycling
  • Poor hand-eye co-ordination. Difficulty with team sports especially those which involve catching a ball and batting. Difficulties with driving a car
  • Lack of rhythm when dancing, doing aerobics
  • Clumsy gait and movement. Difficulty changing direction, stopping and starting actions
  • Exaggerated ‘accessory movements’ such as flapping arms when running
  • Tendency to fall, trip, bump into things and people

Fine motor co-ordination skills (small movements):

  • Lack of manual dexterity. Poor at two-handed tasks, causing problems with using cutlery, cleaning, cooking, ironing, craft work, playing musical instruments
  • Poor manipulative skills. Difficulty with typing, handwriting and drawing. May have a poor pen grip, press too hard when writing and have difficulty when writing along a line
  • Inadequate grasp. Difficulty using tools and domestic implements, locks and keys
  • Difficulty with dressing and grooming activities, such as putting on makeup, shaving, doing hair, fastening clothes and tying shoelaces

Poorly established hand dominance:

  • May use either hand for different tasks at different times

Speech and language:

  • May talk continuously and repeat themselves. Some people with dyspraxia have difficulty with organizing the content and sequence of their language
  • May have unclear speech and be unable to pronounce some words
  • Speech may have uncontrolled pitch, volume and rate

Eye movements:

  • Tracking. Difficulty in following a moving object smoothly with eyes without moving head excessively. Tendency to lose the place while reading
  • Poor relocating. Cannot look quickly and effectively from one object to another (for example, looking from a TV to a magazine)

Perception (interpretation of the different senses):

  • Poor visual perception
  • Over-sensitive to light
  • Difficulty in distinguishing sounds from background noise. Tendency to be over-sensitive to noise
  • Over- or under-sensitive to touch. Can result in dislike of being touched and/or aversion to over-loose or tight clothing – tactile defensiveness
  • Over- or under-sensitive to smell and taste, temperature and pain
  • Lack of awareness of body position in space and spatial relationships. Can result in bumping into and tripping over things and people, dropping and spilling things
  • Little sense of time, speed, distance or weight. Leading to difficulties driving, cooking
  • Inadequate sense of direction. Difficulty distinguishing right from left means map reading skills are poor

Learning, thought and memory:

  • Difficulty in planning and organizing thought
  • Poor memory, especially short-term memory. May forget and lose things
  • Unfocused and erratic. Can be messy and cluttered
  • Poor sequencing causes problems with maths, reading and spelling and writing reports at work
  • Accuracy problems. Difficulty with copying sounds, writing, movements, proofreading
  • Difficulty in following instructions, especially more than one at a time
  • Difficulty with concentration. May be easily distracted
  • May do only one thing at a time properly, though may try to do many things at once
  • Slow to finish a task. May daydream and wander about aimlessly

Emotion and behavior:

  • Difficulty in listening to people, especially in large groups. Can be tactless, interrupt frequently. Problems with team work
  • Difficulty in picking up non-verbal signals or in judging tone or pitch of voice in themselves and or others. Tendency to take things literally. May listen but not understand
  • Slow to adapt to new or unpredictable situations. Sometimes avoids them altogether
  • Impulsive. Tendency to be easily frustrated, wanting immediate gratification
  • Tendency to be erratic have ‘good and bad days’
  • Tendency to opt out of things that are too difficult

Emotions as a result of difficulties experienced:

  • Tend to get stressed, depressed and anxious easily
  • May have difficulty sleeping
  • Prone to low self-esteem, emotional outbursts, phobias, fears, obsessions, compulsions and addictive behavior

-Sabrina

Anger Issues - Peter Pan X Reader

MASTER LIST

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF TORTURE, THREATENING, AND LANGUAGE

“Y/N?” I heard Peter call out as he walked into our shared treehouse. “What’s up, Pete?” I said smirking, knowing he hated when I called him that.

“You know I told you never to call me that right? I hate it.”

“And that…” I said putting my arms around his neck and pecking his lips, “Is exactly why I continue to call you that.”

I leaned in for another kiss but Peter turned his head so I couldn’t, “Uh uh,” He said, amusement in his voice, “You don’t get a kiss after calling me Pete.”

“Fine by me,” I said simply, playing his game and turning and walking. I however didn’t get very far before Peter appeared in front of me, stopping me and leaning down, giving me a sweet yet passionate kiss.

“I knew you’d crack,” I smirked. Peter just rolled his eyes.

“Now was there something you needed, or what?”

“Oh, yeah, shit.” Pan said remembering, “Have you seen Simon? I sent him to get some pixie dust over three hours ago, and he’s not back yet.”

I shrugged, “No, I haven’t seen him.”

“Dammit!” Peter said angrily. Peter knew where his lost boys were 24/7, so one disappearing was definitely unusual.

“I’m sure everything is fine Peter, Simon probably just got a little lost, he’ll be back soon,” I said, placing my hand on Peter’s cheek, calming him down.

He nodded, “If he isn’t back in four hours, we’re going to search for him,” Pan said. I nodded in agreement.

….

Four hours passed by slowly, and Pan spent the whole time obsessing about where Simon was. And I spent those four hours trying to calm Pan down.

“Peter, you need to calm down,” I said, getting him to sit down and rubbing his back.

“It’s been four hours, we’re going to-”

A rustling in the woods cut Peter off, and in a matter of seconds Simon came bursting through the bushes, stumbling, but catching himself.

I saw Pan’s eyes go dark and his face morphed into rage. Oh shit.

“SIMON! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST SEVEN HOURS!” He yelled, drawing attention from the other lost boys.

“Pan, I-I’m so sorry-” Simon started but a strangled sob escapes his throat. I now noticed the injures which covered his body.

His lip was busted, he had a black eye, there were cuts that scattered his body, some deep, some superficial. His clothes were ripped and tattered, blood stained his shirt.

The poor boy had been tortured.

Pan, however, didn’t seem to care. He pinned Simon against a nearby tree, “Where. Were. You.” Pan asked him again, his voice dark and threatening.

“Peter, calm down!” I said, growing worried for Simon, who was still sobbing. “Look at him! He’s hurt!”

I tried my best to pry Peter off of the poor boy, but his grip only got tighter.

“Peter!” I yelled. “Shut up!” He countered, not taking his eyes off Simon. I was taken aback by his outburst, and I backed down.

“Talk.” Peter instructed Simon, who was trying desperately to collect himself. “I-I was ge-getting the dust from where we hi-hide it, but one of Hook’s crew caught me before I could get to it.”

“Th-they kept hurting me until I told them wh-where the dust was. I’m so so-sorry, I couldn’t- it hurt so much.”

“So you told them where we kept the pixie dust?” Pan said through gritted teeth. The boy hesitantly nodded, bursting into tears again.

Pan reached into his pocket and took out his dagger, holding it to the 9 year old’s throat. Simon let out a whimper. “Pan no!” I screamed.

“Traitors don’t get to live!” Peter announced.

“Peter stop! He’s just a kid!” I yelled, but Peter still kept the knife to his throat. “What if that was me? Would you kill me too?” I said, that seemed to hit him, but he still didn’t break.

I slowly walked towards Peter and placed my hand over his hand which gripped the dagger. Blood began to drip from Simon’s throat.

“Peter, let him go.” I said quietly, yet firmly. He still wouldn’t budge. “I SAID LET HIM GO!” I screamed, yanking Pan’s hand back, pulling him off of Simon.

Simon crumpled to the ground in a sobbing mess, and Pan turned to me, staring at me with menacing eyes, he still held the dagger tightly.

He held the dagger up to my throat now, I knew he would never actually hurt me, but his anger took over his entire body.

“Go ahead, I fucking dare you,” I challenged him, there was no fear anywhere to be found in my body, I was only worried about Simon.

Peter stood there, his evil eyes not breaking contact with mine, after a few seconds he stormed into the woods, mumbling to himself.

I quickly made my way to Simon who had his head in his hands. When I touched his shoulder he let out a yelp. “It’s okay, it’s just me, Simon,” I said softly.

Simon instantly wrapped his arms around me, and clung to me, his tears and blood staining my shirt.

I held Simon for a good thirty minutes, waiting for him to stop crying so I could take care of his wounds.

I looked into his eyes with nothing but care in mine. I ran my fingers through his curly, golden hair, and wiped the tears from his face.

He let out a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry, I messed up. Pan’s gonna kill me.”

I shook my head, “Pan isn’t going to lay a finger on you. This is not your fault. Now come on, let’s get you all fixed up.”

I took Simon’s hand and led him to Peter and I’s tree house. “I shouldn’t be in Pan’s treehouse,” Simon said, worried.

“It’s also mine, and I say it’s okay,” I said, giving him a small smile. “Besides, all the medical stuff is in here.”

After patching Simon up I got him to lay down in Pan and I’s bed. He laid his head on my shoulder and cuddled up close to me. I ran my fingers through his hair, causing him to doze off.

Hook and his crew had really done a number on the poor kid, and Pan surely didn’t help the situation at all.

It took about two hours for Pan to return to the camp. “Y/N?” He asked as he walked in. I quickly shushed him, gesturing to the sleeping Simon.

Pan gave me a weird look and started walking towards me. I hugged Simon tightly, “Get away from him, Pan. You’re not going to hurt him.”

Pan rolled his eyes but backed up. “Can we talk?”

I looked down to Simon who was sleeping peacefully. I looked up at Pan and nodded, I kissed Simon’s forehead and got up, being careful not to wake him.

I walked outside into the chilly night with Peter. “What?” I said, still mad at him.

For a moment I thought he was about to apologize, I should’ve known better. “What the hell was that earlier? You have no right to challenge me like that, this is MY island. These are MY boys.”

I scoffed, “You are so far up your own ass, oh my god Peter! The poor boy had just been beaten and tortured and you were going to kill him!”

I tried my best not to tell so I wouldn’t wake the lost boys.

“He needed to pay-”

“He already did Peter! Have you seen him? I held him for half an hour while he cried! He’s been through enough.”

Peter stared at me for a bit, but I wasn’t going to let him win. “And you think that gives you the right to challenge me in front of my boys.”

“Well it looks like one of us needs to calm the fuck down,” I spit at him. Peter just stood there, I could tell he was trying his best not to yell at me or hurt me.

“There’s s difference between respect and fear Peter, I suggest you learn it, cause right now I have neither for you. Come find me when you grow up.”

As ironic as that last statement was, it was true. I turned to walk away, but I heard a scream coming from the treehouse. Simon.

I quickly climbed the ladder and ran into the room, Pan following. Simon’s eyes were still closed, but he was thrashing around.

I wrapped my arms around him, “It’s just a dream Simon, wake up,” I said. Simon’s eyes shot open, I was quick to comfort the crying boy.

“It’s okay, Simon. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.” Simon hugged me tightly and buried his head into the crook of my neck.

I looked up at Peter, who for the first time, had a look of concern and guilt displayed on his face. He slowly sat down on the bed, and placed his hand on Simon’s back. Simon flinched and looked at Pan with fear.

Before I could tell Peter to fuck off, he did something unexpected. “I’m sorry, Simon.”

Both Simon and I were shocked, “And I’m sorry to you too, Y/N.” I could tell it was hard for Peter to admit that he was wrong.

“Thank you,” I mouthed to Peter. “Go back to sleep Simon, I’m right here, and so is Peter. And we’re not gonna let anyone hurt you. Isn’t that right Peter?” I shot Peter a look.

Simon turned his head to look at Peter, who nodded, and simply said, “You’re safe now.” Peter looked extremely uncomfortable.

It took a while to get Simon to fall back asleep, but I somehow managed it.

“You’re really good with them,” Peter said, “The lost boys.”

“They need a loving mother figure, just like any other kid,” I said simply. “You’re pretty good with them too, well, when you’re not threatening them.”

Peter sighed, “I said I was sorry.”

“I know. But you have to remember they’re still kids, Peter, they’re going to make mistakes. Show a little compassion every now and then.”

“Are you still mad at me?” He asked. I raised my eyebrows and gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look.

Peter leaned over Simon and pecked my lips, “What about now?” He said smirking. I rolled my eyes.

“You’re not out of the dog house yet Pan.” I said, a small smile playing on my lips.

——-

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CASUAL | part two

“After spending the night with the university’s basketball superstar and biggest supporter of one-night stands, Kim Taehyung, you find yourself falling for him. Sadly, he doesn’t feel the same.” 

Words: 2,470

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ok, I wanna talk about this little guy right here.

This is Snitter, one of the lead characters from the Plague Dogs, a film that was adapted from another one of Richard Adams books.

the beautiful 2-D animation for this film is perhaps some of the BEST I’ve ever seen in my life. But I’m acutally not here to rag on animation today.

I loved how this film portrayed all the dog’s emotional and psychological journey, but Snitter was the best example. Due to tramatic events in his past where he was accidently somewhat responsible for the death of his ‘Master’ and having a recent brain sugary the poor dog’s grip on reality and memories is greatly distorted. It’s shown so well you really have to see the film to understand but it’s just amazing. Here is the link, the entire film is on youtube please watch it!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBxfOvx7QmU

IMPORTANT NOTICE:  THIS MOVIE IS NOT FOR CHILDREN OR LIGHT OF HEART.

anonymous asked:

if headcanons arent filled yet how bout some abbacchio, giorno, mista and jotaro forced to share a bed w their crush ;) (can include some nsfw if u want)

anon you get me, you picked my goth sweetheart and my emo bae, we’re friendos now @thejojosanctuary for helping me out with Mista

Jotaro having to share a bed with his crush

  • Unlike what most people would do, Jotaro wouldn’t offer to sleep on the floor or anything like that- he’d just get straight into the bed with the unspoken mutual understanding that they were just going to have to share the bed.
  • Honestly, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell that it bothered him that much since he’d keep his usual, somewhat cold, exterior. 
  • If his crush offered to sleep on the floor since Jotaro himself clearly had no intent to, he’d tell them that it’d be pointless to waste half the bed when it’s available.
  • Jotaro wouldn’t necessarily treat it that much differently than if he was sleeping on his own, he’d still lay on his back with one arm tucked under his head while the other lay on his chest since that’s what is most comfortable to him. However, if he felt as though his partner was a little uncomfortable or embarrassed with his ‘openness’ or if he was taking up too much of the bed- he’d probably just turn onto his side so he was facing away from them.
  • He’ll sleep with his hat’s visor tilted over his eyes.
  • Jotaro would be very stiff to say the least, he’s going to sleep like he’s made of stone and will not touch his crush in any way, shape, or form. He’ll wake up in the exact same position that he fell asleep in- probably with his muscles still tensed up too.

    Giorno having to share a bed with his crush

  • Unlike Jotaro, Giorno would probably offer to sleep on the ground straight away to give his crush full access of the bed since he wouldn’t want to impose on them or make them feel uncomfortable. It’d only be when they said that they would sleep on the ground instead that he would suggest that maybe they could share the bed to make it fair, and that way no one would have a bad back in the morning.
  • He’d sleep on the outside of the bed, assuming it’s against the wall, and lie facing them even though they would have their back to him.
  • Giorno isn’t the type to try and make a move at a time or situation like this but, once he’s sure they’re asleep, he may touch the ends of their hair slightly or shuffle a little closer- preparing the lie of ‘I didn’t want to fall off the bed’ if they woke up. 
  • If they fidgeted in their sleep and eventually turned to face him, he’d kind of gaze at their peaceful, sleeping face before finally drifting off himself.
  • He’d wake up first and get out of the bed quite quickly- he wouldn’t want anything to be awkward for his crush when they finally woke up.

    Mista having to share a bed with his crush 
    -slight nsfw warning no actual sex-

  • Mista would probably be pretty chill with when it comes to having to sleep in such closer quarters to his crush since he’d spend most of his time with them anyway. Not to mention they would have probably have had to sleep in the same room on numerous occasions while travelling for their ‘job’.
  • He appreciates his sleep, so would prefer to go to bed sooner rather than later. Of course, he’d ask if his crush prefers to sleep on the inside or the outside of the bed since it doesn’t make much difference to him where he sleeps, and he wants to show off that he is somewhat considerate of them.
  • Once the two were in the more than slightly cramped bed, his crush would fall asleep relatively quickly since they had obviously been lying about how tired they were. Mista would remain awake for a short while longer, laying on his back- just starting to drift off when he felt the other person fidgeting and rustling in the bed,  while suddenly feeling warm grasps at his arm.
  • If his crush has breasts, he’ll almost mutter a prayer of guilt and thankfulness when he realises that they have turned to face him and was now clutching his arm in between their chest- all while they were still asleep. He’d try to free his arm since the guilt of having to look at their peaceful, sleeping face while this happened was almost too much to bear.
  • They have his arm in a vice grip, the poor boy is trying to look anywhere but at the sleeping figure. He can’t sleep in peace until his arm is released, he’s suffering.

    Abbacchio having to share a bed with his crush

  • Abbacchio wouldn’t make an overly big deal about the fact they would have to share a bed- he’d maybe just tut or sigh, before going on his way with whatever he was doing. Once again, it would probably be just another aspect of the job you had to get used to.
  • He’ll tell them to go to bed first so he could get his work done without them interfering. He may like them, but it’s not going to change his personality. 
  • After having waited long enough for them to definitely be asleep, he’d frame nonchalance as he got into the other side of the bed; laying on his side with his back facing them.
  • He wouldn’t fidget much while he sleeps- maybe moving onto his back at some point but that’d be about it. Even subconsciously, he’d try his best to not ever physically touch them since he’s the kind of person who would void his own happiness to keep the other person safe- so wouldn’t want to romantically get involved. 
  • He’s a pretty light sleeper so he’d wake up if his crush started moving around or mumbling incoherent things next to him, and he will bring it up the next morning if his sleep was disturbed too much.
Interrogation

A/N:  Servamp (Jeje/Mikuni) -  21. “I just…got jealous…” - Thanks to @ticklygiggles Mia for helping me form this idea. This fic wouldn’t be here without youuu<3*w*

Summary: One night, Servamp Jeje makes three mistakes and they’re gonna be the death of him. One: he gets jealous over a friggin’ doll. Two: he tries to get rid of the doll. Three: he gets caught. 

Word Count: 1656


“Oh Abel. You are too good for this world… Everyone has their eyes on you. What do they want from you, right?” Jeje rolled eyes, under his bags. Why was his Eve like this? Why was so much of his attention going to that damn Abel-doll? 

Why were they sitting on the couch while Jeje was stuck sulking in a corner for getting neglected, not being able to drink any of Mikuni’s blood despite his thirst, and just suffer from those silly cringey conversations? He hated Abel, hated the doll with a passion. And maybe, just maybe he might try to do something about it…

When the dark of the night came, and Mikuni lay curled up in his bed with Abel in his arms, it was time to strike. He had made up his mind. Snake Jeje slid over the floor and transformed into his human form. 

Towering over the innocent looking Eve, he snickered softly and even felt a little bit regretful. But what had to be done had to be done.

Reaching out, he grabbed the doll and pulled her out of Mikuni’s embrace. Ha, got it! —– The next few things happened really quickly and Jeje was unprepared. 

Mikuni let out a horrifying scream, some crazy alarm went off (what!?) and the next thing he saw was Mikuni firing something at him. Before he could even wonder what was going on, Jeje lost consciousness and he felt how Abel slid out of his grip before he collided with the floor.

Opening up his eyes and feeling a little dizzy, Jeje shook his head. The bags were taken off his head, he was…. bound. To a chair, with his arms secured tightly behind the chair with ropes. A spotlight was shining upon him and out of the shadows before him appeared his own trusted Eve, Mikuni.

“Mikuni! What have you done?” Jeje asked, squirming against his bonds. His feet were tied against the chair by their ankles, leaving him completely stuck.

“No, dear Jeje. What have you done?” With a serious shake of the head, Mikuni sat by his chair so he could look up at him, one hand placed on his knee and Jeje flinched a little.

“What was that? Why was I –?” Jeje pulled at the ropes again and tensed up when Mikuni squeezed his knee.

“I have no idea what I was using, but it worked. Johannes gave it to me, as a precaution for naughty doll-kidnappers like you,” the blond said seriously as if he was in some kind of detective show, and he showerd Jeje the gun he had used to fire at him.

“You could’ve killed me,” Jeje said, glaring at him, but Mikuni chuckled and shook his head.

“Nonono. Don’t you see it, Jeje. You’re the one who was being wrong here.” He stuck the gun in his back pocket and stood up, crossing his arms and towering over him.

“Tell me. What did you want with my precious Abel?” Ah, an interrogation huh? Jeje couldn’t bite back a laugh and he snorted mockingly.

“Nothing,” he said. ‘I was jealous of a stupid doll and I’m craving more attention!’ uh-uh. Not gonna happen. Clenching his teeth, Jeje refused to say it.

“Why - did - you - try - to - kidnap - my Abel?” Mikuni asked, and Jeje gasped when he bent down and picked up one of his feet after freeing it from its bonds. Grabbing a stool, Mikuni then sat down, placing his socked foot in his lap, and Jeje tried to pull his stretched out leg back again. 

“I didn’t try to kidnap her!” he argued, but Mikuni already wiggled one finger up and down his sole, and his breath hitched. Shitshitshit no.

“You’re lying.” Mikuni lightly tickled him, and Jeje shook his head.

“I was just trying to inspect her!” he forced out, giggles getting in the mix and he shook in his chair from his held back reactions to Mikuni’s tickles.

“You’re lying again.” Jeje squeezed his eyes shut. Mikuni knew he was ticklish. Jeje was the one exceeding in power but once Mikuni got those wiggly fingers on him he was done for. 

Still, he had never been tickled without his bags on his head. Now without them, with a spotlight shining on him and Mikuni only inches away from him, he was going to see every uncharming little reaction on his face. Hell no.

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fuckin giggles mcgee over here

my fav. thing is that no one else is laughing. they’re all just like “jiyong, please”

annas54321  asked:

Hi,is it true that enfp when under stress or when depressed falls into inferior functions?And when it happens does it mean he starts to use Fi,Te or Si more than Ne?

(Gif: Chloe Sullivan, Smallville. ENFP.)

Yes, it is true. Stress puts them into the ‘grip’ of poor Si, which means they become meticulous, obsessed with details, fussy about other people’s “poor attentiveness to details,” or preoccupied with getting it ‘right’ – sometimes they can also become unusually fussy about their looks / environment (moving furniture, cooking, puttering around the house, cleaning as a way to avoid doing other things).

Often this ceases when the source of aggravation is removed (if this happens alongside work or school deadlines, usually Ne comes back on when the deadline passes / they have achieved their task). :)

- ENFP Mod

You

Ash rained down like slow black rain. The air was filled with smoke and filled Kanan’s mouth with a sharp bitter taste. He’d heard someone call for help. An old man. He didn’t know how he’d gotten out here- he’d been sure that there’d only been Imperials around. He must be a prisoner, or maybe someone who had wandered in somehow.  But with every step Kanan took a feeling of dread bloomed brighter within him. Clenching his jaw he exhaled a breath, a release flowing though him before he continued to walk. Trying to find the only other person that was around.

Step after step Kanan felt himself stepping further into a darkness. One that made his pulse shoot up despite his training and peace with the Force. A darkness that wasn’t at all like the kind he now lived in day to day, but one that was cold. One that reached out to him.

One of death.

He’d seen many things he’d never forget. He’d been in so many bad situations, or seen them befall others in his youth that he was sure certain things just didn’t phase him anymore, and had anyone said that a laugh of all things would be the thing to do that. Frankly? He wouldn’t have believed them.

The sound cut though the air. Zigging and zagging like lightning to strike though his senses. The breath he’d been holding escaped him, and slowly Kanan turned, eyes wide under his mask, as if that would enable him to see what stood before him. His heart skipped as he registered only a void. The Force giving him nothing other than the sense of seething and spewing darkness.

He swore he could hear- even over the sounds of alarms and the building giving in around them- the feral smile cross the old man’s face.

“Kanan Jarrus,-”

It wasn’t how the voice crackled in an unsettling way, or how corrupted it sounded that shocked Kanan. He’d heard it before. On the news, and back then.

“What’s so great about Senators?” He’d asked back then while peeking at a few that were gathered nearby. “Shouldn’t they be doing senator things? Like talking a lot and making up rules to make the galaxy a better place?”

It was as if the old man could see into the flash of memory. The croaked and distorted “Yes.” that came from the man before him then broke into another laugh.

“or should I say-”

“I know it cannot be helped by one so young, but I cannot help but wonder if the Jedi do not teach their young enough about the importance of what we do.”

“I am sorry, Senator, politics are not quite our way.”

“That is a shame.” Chancellor Palpatine had smiled then. “Believe it or not young man, but we win wars too.”

“Caleb Dume.”

Kanan took a sharp step back, the snap hiss of a lightsaber drawing his attention sharply- and in frightening clarity- back to the reality he was in. “You.”

Another drawn out cackle filled and overrode the sounds around them. “It has been a very long time since I’ve had the pleasure to kill a Jedi.”

Kanan took his stance, ignited lightsaber in hand. “It’s still going to be!”

The amusement waned, but not towards seriousness. To something worse. Something hungry. “It’s a pity that your apprentice isn’t here to see you fail.” the hint of a smile can be heard on his words, “someone will have to tell him about his poor master.”

Kanan’s hands gripped his saber tightly, “I will never let you get near him.” and just as before the laughter cut though the air like lightning, only this time it was also followed with it.


—– I’ve had this bouncing around in my head for a while since I’d heard rumors of Ian McDiarmid reprising his role of Palpatine in season 4 of Rebels. Considering who he is, I was playing with the idea that he’d do more than just say a few lines to Vader. While by this time in the story line Palpatine doesn’t even hide how corrupted he’s become, his presence feeling dark and unsettling even to the non force users around him, I was thinking of how he’d been in TCW, and how he’d played his role as a normal person who had needed to be rescued on more than one occasion. How it had all been a lie, and a trap. So yeah, here’s this. First things I’ve written in a while, so I hope you enjoyed it~

Don’t look at my computer

Seven ZERO SEEEVEEEENNN!!! 

RATING: FLUFF 
SPOILERS WOWIE 


Taktaktaktak

His fingers dance over the keys.

Taktaktaktak

My fingers dance over the keys.

Taktaktaktaktaktkaktkataktk

Sometimes the only way for me to be with Saeyoung was to just enjoy his presence. I was writing a report  going through reference after reference not absorbing anything. Saeyoung was typing faster than lightning, way faster then me, as he mumbled to himself things that seemed top secret and other things that made no sense at all. I was allowed to sit in the same room as him on one condition.

DO NOT LOOK AT MY SCREEN.

I was told that in the chat room, I had to speak it in Arabic, type it in morse code, and our robot Elly told me when I entered the house. Message received. I sat on his bed facing away from him while listening to my music. Sometimes I wished I could be spoiled by Saeyoung but I knew his work was important. So just being here with him was enough. Almost.

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Okay, so I noticed this list of symptoms seems to be the most common, so I figured I’d put them here in case anyone wanted a reference. 

(I also decided to bold the ones I personally have, both because thats probably relevant when I’m answering questions and because I have to admit I’m a little curious.)

~ Sana

Gross motor co-ordination skills (large movements):

  • Poor balance. Difficulty in riding a bicycle, going up and down hills
  • Poor posture and fatigue. Difficulty in standing for a long time as a result of weak muscle tone. Floppy, unstable round the joints. Some people with dyspraxia may have flat feet
  • Poor integration of the two sides of the body. Difficulty with some sports involving jumping and cycling
  • Poor hand-eye co-ordination. Difficulty with team sports especially those which involve catching a ball and batting. Difficulties with driving a car
  • Lack of rhythm when dancing, doing aerobics
  • Clumsy gait and movement. Difficulty changing direction, stopping and starting actions
  • Exaggerated ‘accessory movements’ such as flapping arms when running
  • Tendency to fall, trip, bump into things and people

Fine motor co-ordination skills (small movements):

  • Lack of manual dexterity. Poor at two-handed tasks, causing problems with using cutlery, cleaning, cooking, ironing, craft work, playing musical instruments
  • Poor manipulative skills. Difficulty with typing, handwriting and drawing. May have a poor pen grip, press too hard when writing and have difficulty when writing along a line
  • Inadequate grasp. Difficulty using tools and domestic implements, locks and keys
  • Difficulty with dressing and grooming activities, such as putting on makeup, shaving, doing hair, fastening clothes and tying shoelaces

Poorly established hand dominance:

  • May use either hand for different tasks at different times

Speech and language:

  • May talk continuously and repeat themselves. Some people with dyspraxia have difficulty with organizing the content and sequence of their language
  • May have unclear speech and be unable to pronounce some words
  • Speech may have uncontrolled pitch, volume and rate

Eye movements:

  • Tracking. Difficulty in following a moving object smoothly with eyes without moving head excessively. Tendency to lose the place while reading
  • Poor relocating. Cannot look quickly and effectively from one object to another (for example, looking from a TV to a magazine)

Perception (interpretation of the different senses):

  • Poor visual perception
  • Over-sensitive to light
  • Difficulty in distinguishing sounds from background noise. Tendency to be over-sensitive to noise
  • Over- or under-sensitive to touch. Can result in dislike of being touched and/or aversion to over-loose or tight clothing - tactile defensiveness
  • Over- or under-sensitive to smell and taste, temperature and pain
  • Lack of awareness of body position in space and spatial relationships. Can result in bumping into and tripping over things and people, dropping and spilling things
  • Little sense of time, speed, distance or weight. Leading to difficulties driving, cooking
  • Inadequate sense of direction. Difficulty distinguishing right from left means map reading skills are poor

Learning, thought and memory:

  • Difficulty in planning and organising thought
  • Poor memory, especially short-term memory. May forget and lose things
  • Unfocused and erratic. Can be messy and cluttered
  • Poor sequencing causes problems with maths, reading and spelling and writing reports at work
  • Accuracy problems. Difficulty with copying sounds, writing, movements, proofreading
  • Difficulty in following instructions, especially more than one at a time
  • Difficulty with concentration. May be easily distracted
  • May do only one thing at a time properly, though may try to do many things at once
  • Slow to finish a task. May daydream and wander about aimlessly

Emotion and behaviour:

  • Difficulty in listening to people, especially in large groups. Can be tactless, interrupt frequently. Problems with team work
  • Difficulty in picking up non-verbal signals or in judging tone or pitch of voice in themselves and or others. Tendency to take things literally. May listen but not understand
  • Slow to adapt to new or unpredictable situations. Sometimes avoids them altogether
  • Impulsive. Tendency to be easily frustrated, wanting immediate gratification
  • Tendency to be erratic and have ‘good and bad days’
  • Tendency to opt out of things that are too difficult

Emotions as a result of difficulties experienced:

  • Tend to get stressed, depressed and anxious easily
  • May have difficulty sleeping
  • Prone to low self-esteem, emotional outbursts, phobias, fears,obsessions, compulsions and addictive behaviour

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Haunted house background from here!

so i. spent the past two days working on this thing which is largely a headcanon dump regarding the ralts line (which are pretty much my comfort pokemon tbh) with colored pictures serving as a semi-realistic take on their design, which overall resembles their canon appearance but with more details regarding their anatomy, and that’s pretty much because i overall based several aspects of their appearance on felines rather than bugs/apes/birds/aliens/whatever else other people base a Realistic Look for them on. 

Notes on Design/Animal Basis: mammalian, especially feline-like, characteristics make the most sense to me considering it’s largely accepted the green thing on their head is hair, and mammals are characterized by possessing hair (and also by possessing mammaries). as for feline characteristics, it’s largely things like having proportionally very large eyes with slitted pupils (if you pay attention to official artwork it’s fairly apparent their pupils are indeed vertical slits as opposed to round pupils), apparently digitigrade feet (at least this is how i see their feet, since they have small footprints [only consisting of a dot] and their feet are drawn to end in narrow points while kirlia is drawn always standing on its toes), and Kirlia and Ralts in particular have rather soft, squishy-looking bodies much like cats do.

i don’t think i’m alone in this considering when i showed my mother an image of Kirlia, she described it as being like a kitten lol

i don’t view them as BEING cats though, they just have some superficial resemblance to them, i imagine their behavior is way different, and also i don’t view them as serving any similar niche in the ecosystem either, as many wild felines are predators, sometimes apex predators (as a Pyroar, Liepard, maybe even a Persian may be), and are almost always hypercarnivorous, while imo the Ralts line is herbivorous, preferring to feed on fruits and other easily-digestible plant matter. it would be very weird to think about a member of the Ralts line, a very empathetic and sensitive species, actively going out to kill other pokemon, even if to eat them, tbh, they seem like they would be a fairly peaceful species, and mainly use their abilities for defensive purposes

also i made gallade’s weird hips into fluffy hair because??? its hips were so confusing in the official art? they were practically like a shelf that went all the way around. the weird hips were my least favorite thing about gallade’s design lol

and the species’ “skirts”/”dresses” are just long fur, and not an actual dress/skirt, and isn’t removable like an awful lot of headcanons i have seen portray them?? the removeable dresses don’t make much sense to me tbh… kinda like the idea that they aren’t covered in fur and that they just have pure snow white skin while being indigenous to a tropical island, and those “spikes” on their cheeks are just idk actual spikes

in general these aren’t really all too human-like (another issue i have with some “realistic” drawings of the line, they often look too much like noseless humans with big red eyes) and just look like a bipedal animal. also, gardevoir doesn’t have tiddies for a change lol 

[tons more rambling under the cut, idk i like this species of pokemon a lot and have a Lot of Thoughts]

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