can we just talk and think abt monsters with mentally ill s/os
monsters who feed off of despair with their depressed s/o who they were drawn to originally for food but as they fed they fell in love but know that they can not last because their very existence in their human’s life adds to their depression and no matter how much they want to help their human recover they can never truly do that without leaving
monsters who want their humans to explain human social things but all they’ve got is the shrug emoji
monsters learning about stimming and lets their human pet them to stim
werewolves helping their s/os with anger issues let it all out through helping hunting and running
monsters who dont understand breakdowns and they get scared when their human shuts down on them and they end up making everything worse but afterward their human tells them about what happened and how they can help
late night anxiety cuddles where just being in their monster’s big warm arms makes them feel slightly better
monsters getting anxiety over losing their human and their human having to help them and reassure them
monsters being their human’s fp and not really getting what that means but theyre honored none the less
“I’m hungry but we don’t have the incredibly specific food that I wanted guess I’m not eating today”
Room is messy but I know where everything is so what is the problem???
Hearing Bad Noises in public and trying not to visibly freak the fuck out
“I wanna do something but I don’t know what I wanna do and also if I figured out what I wanted to do I probably have too much executive dysfunction to make myself do it anyways.”
Wanting so badly to read a book/watch a movie/tv show that you force yourself to even though you’re zoning out the entire time.
Feeling a thing turning into a special interest and DREADING what that means
People making fun of your special interests and that Silent Pain when you have to pretend to laugh it off because it’s “just a joke” but you really can’t hear criticisms about the things you’re deeply invested in.
School/work doesn’t matter as much as special interest does???????????
Like why should I be stuck here when I could be researching/reading/watching things about my special interests :/
People saying “Oh I totally understand what you’re going through, I have a cousin who’s autistic” (EVERYONE has a cousin who’s autistic????)
People saying “you don’t LOOK autistic” or “oh I never would have guessed but now that you SAY that….”
“I want to do something rebellious but what if I get in trouble??”
So I’m at that scene in book 2 when Neil is going off on Andrew at Exites for not caring about himself or wanting to save himself, you know, right before The Moment of Intense UST?
Anyway that triggered the memory of Andrew’s ‘this could be a problem’ moment from Nora’s extra content so I went to look for it and this is what it says:
“The first time Andrew saw Neil without his medication blurring his judgment, he thought, This could be a problem, but he did not take it seriously then.”
And so I had my normal reaction to it (nioce, nioce) until I realized something. I’ve assumed this whole time she meant this at the start of Kings Men but it says 'THE FIRST TIME Andrew saw Neil without his medication…’
The FIRST time.
Do you guys know when that was? Chapter 2. Of The Foxhole Court. Book 1.
I want you to imagine Andrew Minyard waiting in that airport for Neil and seeing him for only the SECOND TIME and thinking 'this could be a problem’
Just think about the level of frustration he felt being attracted to this mysterious guy while also being incredibly suspicious of him.
P L E A S E THINK ABOUT HOW NEIL WAS INTERESTING TO HIM WHEN ON THE MEDICATION AS WELL.
So what I’m saying is, Andrew wanted Neil wether on the drugs or not, he found him endlessly frustrating and incredibly stupid and he liked him oh so very much and he really hated that.
He never stood a chance.
A broken heart was a nuisance, an annoying leech that sucked the life out of you every moment you paused to think about the pain it was spreading through your limbs. Every second you spent with your mind not occupied you wanted to scream and cry. It felt like your emotions were burning embers and anytime you paused to give it oxygen the fire would grow and consume you til you were nothing but ashes.