ok listen yes i know we all love the headcanon that adrien is as innocent as a newborn baby and is an absolute angel. but i raise you this: adrien “potty mouth” agreste who was taught never to swear but started doing it anyways as a literal “fuck you” to his dad… except from doing it so often he ended up being unable to stop so he has the worst language out of everyone in the ot4
like 24/7 he is just
(and nino is completely unphased because he’s just used to hearing it on the daily)
Nothing terrifies me more than the thought of speaking my pain aloud for another living soul to hear.
In truth, I am afraid that I will fall apart like a flower does; that once I start opening up I’ll be unable to stop and before I realize it, I’ll be in pieces on the floor…
(( I’ve been told that it’s actually RX. See the thing is where I live, that doesn’t exist. I can’t really be expected to know everything about other countries.. we do it differently over here. So let’s just turn this theory into a fun ‘what if’ shall we?))
In episode Ep 1 of season 2 we see David pull out an orange bottle of pills labeled 'friend pills PX’ while he has a sing off with the cultist Daniel.
A lot of people speculate that these are antidepressants to help with depression, anxiolytics to help with anxiety or melatonin to help with insomnia (the inability to sleep or stay asleep). While these are all great theories, I did a quick search on 'pills PX’ and this is what I found
Any pill labeled 'PX’ or that had those letters prominent in the name was used to treat Dyskinesia or any disorders like that. Basically the inability to stop moving for a long amount of time.
It would make sense, whenever we see David he is usually making over the top gestures with over exaggerated movements of his hands, his arms and even legs. He jumps around quite a lot, and yeah it’s probably because he’s excited and always pretty darn happy, but it could also be because he literally is unable to stop himself. It would also explain his struggle sleeping and his constant night walks, he can’t stay still and he can’t sleep.
There is a form of these pills labelled 'IPX’ that even looks extremely similar to the pills we can just make out in David’s bottle.
I’m probably really dumb and stupid, but I haven’t seen many people mention it. Maybe it’s because I have no friends, who knows. please don’t attack me if I’m wrong *nervous laugh*
Maybe I’m just digging too deep, who knows.
[[note: don’t automatically believe everything I say, I could be wrong and it’s just a theory. We haven’t got too much proof and I’m not a doctor]]
Phichit walked into the bakery, door bell tinkling above him and was instantly met with the scent of vanilla and melted chocolate. And along the sleek glass countertop, the sight of what looked to be a rather impressive selection of… penises.
‘Oh boy,’ Phichit whispered to himself as Mila appeared from the back, carrying another perfectly pink and erect penis sponge cake. She spotted Phichit, rolling her blue eyes and tossing her head over her shoulder.
‘In the back,’ Mila said brightly, placing the beautifully iced penis down with flourish. Phichit raised an eyebrow.
‘Are there more of these?’
Mila gave Phichit an amused look, which was all the answer he needed really. Phichit sighed, placing his camera bag carefully behind the counter as he made his way through.
The bakery kitchen was somehow housing more dicks than the standard subway turnstile at nine in the morning. Large and long, sat on edible ball bearings and sprinkled in coconut flakes. Rotund and swelling sponge girth, the smell of sweet sugar almost bizarre with the sight. And leaning over the steel counter, a finger dragging through the sumptuous dribble of buttercream from the tip of another lovingly iced cockhead, was Yuuri. Who couldn’t have looked more miserable about the whole situation.
‘Really, Yuuri?’ Phichit asked, taking pity as Yuuri didn’t even look up from behind his flour sprinkled glasses. Phichit walked around the counter, taking in the range of dick cupcakes to what could’ve been dong cheesecake. ‘Again?’
‘It’s practice,’ Yuuri mumbled, stuffing his finger into his mouth to swallow the glob of buttercream he had perched there. Phichit scoffed.
‘For a bachelorette party that was last week.’
Yuuri had nothing to say to that, instead sinking even further down onto the counter. His brown eyes were fixed on the precariously placed penis in front of him. Phichit put a hand on his waist, waiting for an explanation he already knew but still expected Yuuri to say aloud. When that didn’t happen, Phichit gave in.
‘Is this still about the lawyer?’
‘Divorce lawyer,’ Yuuri corrected miserably, poking at his cake with a long finger. The sponge shifted on its cake board, penis wobbling.
‘Typical man,’ Mila chimed, coming in from the front of shop. Phichit gaped, waving a hand at her to shut up.
‘You’re not helping.’
‘Not trying to. Just let him bake it out,’ Mila replied happily, evidently finding the bottle of edible glitter she was looking for as she turned on her heel. ‘Besides Yuuri, I know Russian men. And you’re dodging a bullet.’
‘Still not helping!’
Mila waved a hand behind her as she vanished through the kitchen again, leaving Phichit looking at Yuuri’s defeated back surrounded by a small, erect arsenal.
‘Honest to god, this has to stop.’
‘I think Mila’s right,’ Yuuri said miserably, gathering another fingertip of buttercream. ‘I just need to bake this out.’
‘You could be banging this out,’ Phichit teased, watching Yuuri choke on his small mouthful.
‘He just wants to bang me and move on,’ Yuuri said with what was definitely a pout, something that was rendered even more adorable by the swipe of what looked like melted white chocolate on his nose. ‘I’m not going to help him with that. I need to drop it and move on. Victor has put marriage off the table, and nothing I do can change that.’
‘You eat his dick like you’re eating that one and you’ll be just fine. Now can we please stop with the phallic sponges?’
With more spite than Phichit had ever seen, Yuuri bit the head off his small, iced penis in one obscene bite. Phichit shuddered, unable to stop himself from crossing his legs as Yuuri glared at him.
Aries: Kekkai Sensen - 12 Episodes (2nd season of same length coming out Oct 2017)
Supersonic monkeys, vampires, talking fishmen, and all sorts of different supernatural monsters living alongside humans—this has been part of daily life in Hellsalem’s Lot, formerly known as New York City, for some time now. When a gateway between Earth and the Beyond opened three years ago, New Yorkers and creatures from the other dimension alike were trapped in an impenetrable bubble and were forced to live together. Libra is a secret organization composed of eccentrics and superhumans, tasked with keeping order in the city and making sure that chaos doesn’t spread to the rest of the world.
Pursuing photography as a hobby, Leonardo Watch is living a normal life with his parents and sister. But when he obtains the “All-seeing Eyes of the Gods” at the expense of his sister’s eyesight, he goes to Hellsalem’s Lot in order to help her by finding answers about the mysterious powers he received. He soon runs into Libra, and when Leo unexpectedly joins their ranks, he gets more than what he bargained for. Kekkai Sensen follows Leo’s misadventures in the strangest place on Earth with his equally strange comrades—as the ordinary boy unwittingly sees his life take a turn for the extraordinary.
Taurus: Mushishi - 46 Episodes (2 seasons)
“Mushi”: the most basic forms of life in the world. They exist without any goals or purposes aside from simply “being.” They are beyond the shackles of the words “good” and “evil.” Mushi can exist in countless forms and are capable of mimicking things from the natural world such as plants, diseases, and even phenomena like rainbows.
This is, however, just a vague definition of these entities that inhabit the vibrant world of Mushishi, as to even call them a form of life would be an oversimplification. Detailed information on Mushi is scarce because the majority of humans are unaware of their existence.
So what are Mushi and why do they exist? This is the question that a “Mushishi,” Ginko, ponders constantly. Mushishi are those who research Mushi in hopes of understanding their place in the world’s hierarchy of life.
Ginko chases rumors of occurrences that could be tied to Mushi, all for the sake of finding an answer.
It could, after all, lead to the meaning of life itself.
Gemini: Psychic Detective Yakumo - 11 Episodes
Haruka Ozawa’s sophomore year is getting seriously scary. One of her friends is possessed, another has committed suicide and Haruka could be the next one to flunk the still-breathing test. Her only way out of this potentially lethal dead end? Yakumo Saito, an enigmatic student born with a mysterious red eye that allows him to see and communicate with the dead. But the deceased don’t always desist and some killers are more than ready to kill again to keep dead men from telling any more tales. That doesn’t stop Haruka’s knack for digging up buried secrets, and there’s even more evidence of bodies being exhumed by both Yakumo’s police contact and an investigative journalist with a newly made corpse in her closet! Can this pair of anything but normal paranormal detectives solve the ultimate dead case files or will they end up in cold storage themselves?
Cancer: Is this a Zombie? - 22 Total Episodes (2 Seasons)
Not every zombie is the monstrous, brain-eating type.
One night while walking home from the convenience store, regular high school boy Ayumu Aikawa is killed by a serial killer, and is just as suddenly brought back to life by a necromancer named Eucliwood Hellscythe. One small caveat: he’s now a zombie. Things get even weirder for him when he accidentally steals a magical girl’s uniform, and thus her powers! Haruna, the ex-magical girl, orders him to fight evil creatures known as Megalo in her place until they can figure out a way to get her powers back to her.
Leo: Parasyte - 24 Episodes
All of a sudden, they arrived: parasitic aliens that descended upon Earth and quickly infiltrated humanity by burrowing into the brains of vulnerable targets. These insatiable beings acquire full control of their host and are able to morph into a variety of forms in order to feed on unsuspecting prey.
Sixteen-year-old high school student Shinichi Izumi falls victim to one of these parasites, but it fails to take over his brain, ending up in his right hand instead. Unable to relocate, the parasite, now named Migi, has no choice but to rely on Shinichi in order to stay alive. Thus, the pair is forced into an uneasy coexistence and must defend themselves from hostile parasites that hope to eradicate this new threat to their species.
Virgo: Terror in Resonance - 11 Episodes
Painted in red, the word “VON” is all that is left behind after a terrorist attack on a nuclear facility in Japan. The government is shattered by their inability to act, and the police are left frantically searching for ways to crack down the perpetrators. The public are clueless—until, six months later, a strange video makes its way onto the internet. In it, two teenage boys who identify themselves only as “Sphinx” directly challenge the police, threatening to cause destruction and mayhem across Tokyo. Unable to stop the mass panic quickly spreading through the city and desperate for any leads in their investigation, the police struggle to act effectively against these terrorists, with Detective Kenjirou Shibazaki caught in the middle of it all.
Zankyou no Terror tells the story of Nine and Twelve, the two boys behind the masked figures of Sphinx. They should not exist, yet they stand strong in a world of deception and secrets while they make the city fall around them, all in the hopes of burying their own tragic truth.
Libra: No Game No Life - 12 Episodes
No Game No Life is a surreal comedy that follows Sora and Shiro, shut-in NEET siblings and the online gamer duo behind the legendary username “Kuuhaku.” They view the real world as just another lousy game; however, a strange e-mail challenging them to a chess match changes everything—the brother and sister are plunged into an otherworldly realm where they meet Tet, the God of Games.
The mysterious god welcomes Sora and Shiro to Disboard, a world where all forms of conflict—from petty squabbles to the fate of whole countries—are settled not through war, but by way of high-stake games. This system works thanks to a fundamental rule wherein each party must wager something they deem to be of equal value to the other party’s wager. In this strange land where the very idea of humanity is reduced to child’s play, the indifferent genius gamer duo of Sora and Shiro have finally found a real reason to keep playing games: to unite the sixteen races of Disboard, defeat Tet, and become the gods of this new, gaming-is-everything world.
Scorpio: Rurouni Kenshin - 95 Episodes
In the final years of the Bakumatsu era lived a legendary assassin known as Hitokiri Battousai. Feared as a merciless killer, he was unmatched throughout the country, but mysteriously disappeared at the peak of the Japanese Revolution. It has been ten peaceful years since then, but the very mention of Battousai still strikes terror into the hearts of war veterans.
Unbeknownst to them, Battousai has abandoned his bloodstained lifestyle in an effort to repent for his sins, now living as Kenshin Himura, a wandering swordsman with a cheerful attitude and a strong will. Vowing never to kill again, Kenshin dedicates himself to protecting the weak. One day, he stumbles across Kaoru Kamiya at her kendo dojo, which is being threatened by an impostor claiming to be Battousai. After receiving help from Kenshin, Kaoru allows him to stay at the dojo, and so the former assassin temporarily ceases his travels.
Rurouni Kenshin: Meiji Kenkaku Romantan tells the story of Kenshin as he strives to save those in need of saving. However, as enemies from both past and present begin to emerge, will the reformed killer be able to uphold his new ideals?
+ 3 of the most badass live action movie adaptations
Sagittarius: Nurarihyon no Mago - 48 Total Episodes (2 Seasons)
Rikuo Nura doesn’t want anything to do with evil youkai, and just wants a normal life. Too bad he’s a quarter youkai, and Nurarihyon, his grandfather, is insistent that he takes over as head of the Nura Clan. He’s able to keep his supernatural secret life hidden from his classmates, as he can only transform into a youkai at night, for six hours at a time.
Unfortunately for him, various youkai factions are out to target both his youkai and human friends, and like it or not, he needs to embrace his youkai side. Life is not easy when you’re Nurarihyon’s grandson
Capricorn: Hamatora - 24 Total Episodes (2 Seasons)
The ability to create miracles is not just a supernatural phenomenon; it is a gift which manifests in a limited number of human beings. “Minimum,” or small miracles, are special powers that only selected people called “Minimum Holders” possess. The detective agency Yokohama Troubleshooting, or Hamatora for short, is composed of the “Minimum Holder PI Duo,” Nice and Murasaki. Their office is a lone table at Cafe Nowhere, where the pair and their coworkers await new clients.
Suddenly, the jobs that they begin to receive seem to have strange connections to the serial killer whom their friend Art, a police officer, is searching for. The murder victims share a single similarity: they are all Minimum Holders. Nice and Murasaki, as holders themselves, are drawn to the case—but what exactly is the link between Nice and the one who orchestrates it all?
Aquarius: Trigun - 26 Episodes
Vash the Stampede is the man with a $$60,000,000,000 bounty on his head. The reason: he’s a merciless villain who lays waste to all those that oppose him and flattens entire cities for fun, garnering him the title “The Humanoid Typhoon.” He leaves a trail of death and destruction wherever he goes, and anyone can count themselves dead if they so much as make eye contact—or so the rumors say. In actuality, Vash is a huge softie who claims to have never taken a life and avoids violence at all costs.
With his crazy doughnut obsession and buffoonish attitude in tow, Vash traverses the wasteland of the planet Gunsmoke, all the while followed by two insurance agents, Meryl Stryfe and Milly Thompson, who attempt to minimize his impact on the public. But soon, their misadventures evolve into life-or-death situations as a group of legendary assassins are summoned to bring about suffering to the trio. Vash’s agonizing past will be unraveled and his morality and principles pushed to the breaking point.
Pisces: Gangsta. - 12 Episodes
Nicholas Brown and Worick Arcangelo, known in the city of Ergastalum as the “Handymen,” are mercenaries for hire who take on jobs no one else can handle. Contracted by powerful mob syndicates and police alike, the Handymen have to be ready and willing for anything. After completing the order of killing a local pimp, the Handymen add Alex Benedetto—a prostitute also designated for elimination—to their ranks to protect her from forces that want her gone from the decrepit hellhole of a city she has come to call home. However, this criminal’s paradise is undergoing a profound period of change that threatens to corrode the delicate balance of power.
Ergastalum was once a safe haven for “Twilights,” super-human beings born as the result of a special drug but are now being hunted down by a fierce underground organization. This new threat is rising up to challenge everything the city stands for, and the Handymen will not be able to avoid this coming war.
Yuuri ripped through the masts of four ships and sunk the lead before anyone could even process what was happening. He heard the shouts below as he tore through the fleet, unable in those moments to feel the ache in his own wings and lungs, in the bloodied claws which had sprouted from his hands.
When eyes and guns turned on him, Yuuri positioned himself at the center of the crippled fleet and screeched at them to forget him. They did.
Yuuri flew past them, biting on fabric shredded off his own clothes against the agony of the strain spasming through his spine and wings.
He choked back cries of happiness when he finally saw Victor’s ship, just off a port. Yuuri crashed into a sail, unable to stop himself, falling hard onto the deck below. Pain shot through his shoulder, his hip, but he scrambled up, hastening across on elbows and knees until he found the power to push himself onto his feet.
“Yuuri, wait, don’t–”
Yuuri did not hear the rest of the words shouted after him, bolting for Victor’s cabin. He found his captain, laid in their bed, with blankets folded neatly over his waist. As still as death.
Yuuri’s wings swept paintings off the walls, knocked maps onto the floor, overturned an entire table. He collapsed at the edge of the bed, groping for the satchel his mother had tied around his waist, and dumped the contents onto the mattress at Victor’s side.
He tore off Victor’s bandages, whimpering at the angry red still concentrated around his gunshot wound. Yuuri smeared the gold of the honey across it, layering it thick even as he kept his touch light.
From the nearby stand, Yuuri grabbed the first drink he saw and poured the medicine powder into it, letting it mix with the liquid. He grasped for Victor’s hand, for his wrist, searching. “Please… please, please, live…” A pulse beat under Yuuri’s fingers.
The relief which escaped his lips in a whimper was feeble. Yuuri climbed onto the bed, behind Victor, holding his captain’s feverish body against him. He pushed Victor up to sit and tilted his head back against his shoulder. Careful, Yuuri tipped the drink to his lips, gently prying Victor’s mouth open. It trickled in.
Victor choked, sputtering, but Yuuri held him steady, arm wound low around his waist. Silver lashes fluttered.
“Shhh, just drink. Please.”
Victor drank. Bit by bit, until it emptied. And Victor slumped back against Yuuri. “My… my lovebird came back for me…”
“Be quiet and rest.”
“Mmmm, I will… I’d like a welcome home kiss first…” Victor’s head lolled on Yuuri’s shoulder, tucked into the crook of the siren’s neck.
Yuuri wrapped his wings around them both, kissing Victor’s temple. It was hot against his lips.
The entire time that Victor dozed, Yuuri kept him cradled close, a hand covering Victor’s. Sensitive to the weakness of his pulse, he counted the time that ticked, long, between each beat.
There are many people on the My Hero Academia Amino who are REPOSTING OC artworks and using them as faceclaim. These users are changing your OCs name, quirk and personality.
SOME OF THEM ARE STEALING OCs wholesale! Only adding things that are not in the image eg. Adding a personality if the image they used did not specify.
I am personally not OK with people stealing or faceclaiming OCs.
PLEASE PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN A FEW ALREADY AND THERE WILL ONLY BE MORE SINCE MORE AND MORE ARTISTS ARE PUTTING OUT LOVELY BNHA OCs
Not only that but many of the users repost the fanart as well. (So there is that too…)
Please be careful and always put watermarks!!
I know this warning seems petty but I really am not comfortable for people getting recognition for something they reposted…. ;;;
EDIT: I am a curator in the amino trying to clean up the place of uncredited reposts and stole artworks!! I am unable to stop the reposting as I have no “proper grounds” on which to push for reposting only with permission.
I can’t stop loving you. I’ve given you my heart, and I don’t know how to take it back. It’s yours. You can do whatever you like with it, stomp on it, throw it away, even burn it. All I’ll be able to do is standby and feel it.
Summary: Y/N wasn’t planning on introducing Steve to her parents, but he had a plan of his own.
Warnings: I don’t think that there are any
Word Count: 1,386
A/n: I don’t think that this is that unexpected, but here we are, my first Stranger Things imagine. I hope that you guys like it, because I have a million ideas for this series! If you have any Stranger Things requests, please send them my way. Thank you to @secretschuylersister and @fragmentofmymind for reading this over. Also, here you go, @bullcrappery I hope that it lives up to your expectations!
Steve Harrington was standing on your front porch. He was in possession of one bouquet of flowers, one shit-eating grin, and a hunter green sweater that was tucked into his jeans. He was not supposed to be here. You’d specifically told him that you couldn’t hang out tonight, you were busy with family dinner.
Oh, god. You had told Steve about family dinner.
Steve had been asking about meeting your parents for months now, insisting that it was unfair that you had said hello in passing to his parents, but he had never met yours.
You blinked a few times, hoping that you were imagining him and that you could have a normal evening. But no, he was still there and if you waited much longer, he would ring the doorbell and you would have to explain this mess to your parents.
You threw the front door open, ignoring the smile on Steve’s face and stepping out onto the porch, closing the door behind you. “What are you doing here?” you asked, eyeing the flowers in his hand suspiciously.
“Well, you wouldn’t come over, so I thought that I would come to you.” He said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“You know that I am busy tonight.” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder, hoping that your parents would be too busy finishing dinner to notice that you had disappeared from the living room.
“No Steve, not actually. I told you that-” before you could finish yelling at him, the door swung open behind you. You held in a groan as you turned around to face your mother.
“Steve! I’m so glad that you could make it.” She said, ushering the two of you into the house.
“Actually, I ran into your beautiful mother at the supermarket earlier today, and she invited me for dinner,” Steve said, the condescending tone of his voice only apparent to you. “It smells delicious, ma’am,” he said, handing over the flowers.
Your mother fussed over them for a few moments, before announcing that she was going to put them in some water.
“You ‘ran into her at the supermarket’?” There was no way that Steve hadn’t planned this after you had let it slip that you had family dinner that night, and therefore couldn’t hang out.
“I had to pick up the bouquet somewhere.”
“You planned this.” you hissed, punching Steve in the shoulder.
“I had to. It’s unfair that you have met my parents, but I haven’t met yours,” he complained, sitting down in his usual spot on the sofa.
“I saw your parents in passing one time.” You said, pointedly ignoring Steve’s attempts to get you to sit beside him. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”
Steve simply chose to smile at you, and grab your wrist, pulling you into his side on the couch. “I’ve been told before,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.
You weren’t proud of the smile that slipped through your ironclad resolve, but Steve was laughing and there was no way that you were going to escape from the situation anyways.
“Are you embarrassed of me?” Steve was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.
“What?” You were almost sure that you had misheard him.
“You didn’t want me to meet your parents. I don’t know, I just thought that maybe-”
“Steve Harrington, you are absolutely insane.” You said, sitting up. You forced Steve to look at you before continuing. “My parents are embarrassing and nosy, and even though I love them, I don’t bring a lot of people home.”
“Are you serious?” Steve’s voice was painfully soft, and you could almost feel your heart shatter.
“I just, I didn’t want to scare you off.” You refused to meet his eyes, choosing to stare out of the window.
You felt Steve’s hand gently wrap around yours, and his lips pressing onto your palm. “Me? Scared? Impossible.”
“Yeah?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
“Of course. I have my bat in the car.”
“You are such an idiot.” you laughed, snatching your hand away from Steve’s grip.
“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “Nothing is going to scare me off, you know. You are absolutely stuck with me,” he said, brushing the hair that had fallen in your eyes away.
“Kids,” your mom called from the dining room. “Dinner!”
“I think that’s our cue,” Steve said, sliding off of the couch and offering you his hand.
You stood up on your own, shoving him slightly, before making your way into the dining room.
You had somehow managed to make it through a family dinner with no issues at all, and it was all because of Steve. He made your parents laugh harder than you thought possible, while calming you down at the same time. He had even offered to help your mother clean up. You could hear the two of them cackling from the living room.
“He’s sweet”. Your father said, pulling your thoughts away from the laughter echoing through the house.
“What?” you asked, sure that you had misheard him.
“The boy, he’s sweet,” he said, not looking up from the newspaper in his hands. “The hair is a bit much for me, but he clearly makes you happy. And that makes me happy.”
You smiled to yourself, glad that Steve had made a good first impression. Before you could think of a way to respond, Steve and your mother turned the corner. They were both beaming, and Steve had a container of leftovers in his hand (a true seal of approval from your mother).
“You drive home safely, now.” Your mother said, taking a seat beside you.
You hopped up off of the couch and looped your arm through Steve’s. “I’ll walk you out,” you announced, dragging him out the front door.
“Thank you,” you said quietly as the two of you made your way down the drive.
“For what?” he asked, leaning up against the hood of his car. He placed the tupperware down beside him and pulled you closer, wrapping both of his hands around yours.
“Being yourself, I guess. They usually hate my friends.”
“Well, that’s why they like me.” Steve cut you off, before you could explain further.
“What are you talking about?” you said through your laughter.
“I’m your boyfriend. Of course they love me.” Steve said with a grin before placing a kiss on your cheek and standing up.
“That’s all I get?” Usually, Steve spent a while saying goodbye, placing little kisses all over your face before one more on your lips.
“We have an audience, babe,” he said, shifting his eyes between you and your front window a few times.
You turned around to see your parents both hovering by the window. They at least had the decency to scatter once they realized that they had been found out.
“I can always make it up to you later. My parents won’t be back for a week,” he said with a cheeky smile, sliding into the front seat of his car.
“Maybe,” you said, closing the door behind him. “We’ll see.” You leaned down to kiss him goodbye properly as he started the car.
“Speaking of my parents, I told them that you would be coming to dinner next week.”
“I’m busy that day,” you said automatically.
“I never said what day.” he laughed, knowing that he was winning.
“I’m busy every day, Steven.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face made your facade less convincing.
“Next Thursday, at seven?” he asked, his hand reaching through the rolled down window to find yours.
You nodded, trying your hardest to hold the smile back and failing miserably. He held your hand as the car rolled out of the driveway, maintaining contact for as long as possible.
“I love you!” he yelled, as he drove away.
He was long gone before you managed your reply, too caught up in listing all of the ways that you loved him in your head. “I love you too,” you said quietly, before making your way inside, unable to suppress the enormous smile on your face.
Steve Harrington may have been an idiot, but he was yours.
I wish neurotypicals could understand that there is a huge, big difference between not doing something because you are lazy and not doing something because of executive dysfunction.
Like, when I don’t do something because of laziness, I’m still able to relax. I do at whatever chore I need to do, say “nah, maybe later” and do something else without feeling bothered by it. Or even start do it, but since I’m lazy, I’m just thinking on everything else I could be doing and be really, really out of focus.
When I don’t do it because of executive dysfunction, I’m physically unable of relaxing. I will look at a chore I have to do, think “I should do it” and my brain will set itself on fire. I will keep looking at the chore, being physically unable to move and do it, unable on stopping whatever it is that i was doing before, sometimes even crying from the distress. It’s fucking awful, stressing, and sure as hell nothing like being a little lazy on doing something I don’t want to.
What’s your favorite version of Treasure Island that’s been done?
Luke: For me, it’s Muppet Treasure Island. I love it to death and I actually think it’s one of the best adaptations as far as the way the things they cut and kept in and built up the action. Even if it wasn’t the Muppets it’d still be a great version. I love it, and I have to try not to think about it too much on set.
Jessica: It’s so funny because we get asked that question a lot and I’ve heard Luke say the same answer and he’s equally excited every time. “Muppet Treasure Island! And this is why!” It’s so cute.