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daisynik7 · 11 months

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Hey love how is your day going? ❤️

Just saw you are open for request so I thought I would pop in bc it's been on my mind all day. How about some pure Nanami fluff where he take care of his s/o on her period? I feel like I've been run over by a truck and that gorgeous man taking care of me would be just ARGHH...🥹

cw: fluff, established relationship.

Author’s Note: Hi my lovely friend! Thank you for the request and I hope you feel better soon! Periods always suck, but husband Nanami is an EXPERT at making it all better. I hope you like this one! Short and sweet. :)

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You shuffle out of the bedroom in your coziest sweats, eyes tired, head throbbing, cramps aching. It’s that time of month again, the dreaded period. All you want to do is pop a painkiller to make it all go away.

Nanami is at the kitchen counter, stirring his coffee with a spoon, amused at your rough appearance in the kitchen. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Don’t lie to me, Kento. I’m not in the mood.” You sit down at the dining table, resting your head on the surface, pouting.

Chuckling softly, he takes the seat beside you. “I’m not lying. You are beautiful. Gorgeous, really.”

You can’t help but smile through your feigned anger. He always knows what to say to make you feel better. “Do we really have to go to that thing today?” you ask. The two of you have plans to attend a friend’s baby shower, but given the current state you’re in, that’s the last place where you want to be.

He caresses your cheek, gazing at you fondly. “No, my love. We don’t. We can stay here all day if you’d like.”

You nod, leaning into his touch. “Really?”

“Whatever you want.”

Within minutes, Nanami whips up your favorite breakfast, served with the hot beverage of your choice to soothe your cramps. When you start clutching at your abdomen, your husband is quick on his feet, walking to the bedroom to retrieve your heating pad. He carefully runs the power cord to the nearest outlet, adjusting the settings on the controller until it’s the perfect temperature. It’s become somewhat of a routine every other month or so, when the pain is almost unbearable that you can’t function normally, and Nanami is always there to help you through it.

You digest your meal at the couch, him cuddled next to you under a throw blanket, reading the morning paper while you scroll through your phone, the two of you in a comfortable silence. After a while, he asks, “Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure. Which one?”

Smiling, he answers, “My absolute favorite.”

You don’t know what to expect when he gets up to retrieve his laptop, connecting it to the TV. On the screen is his desktop, and you watch curiously as the little cursor hovers over a folder called, “My Love”. He double clicks on a particular icon before you can see what it is. When your wedding video starts playing, you look at him, tears welling in your eyes, unable to speak.

He sits back down on the couch, holding you, as the two of you watch. There’s candid footage of you getting ready with your bridesmaids, him dressed to the nines in his tux besides his groomsmen. The first look, when Nanami nearly breaks down at how stunning his soon-to-wife is. The vows you exchanged, promising each other a lifetime of unconditional love and support through thick and thin. Your first kiss as an official married couple, where Gojo had to physically pry the two of you apart when it was lasting longer than necessary. Yuji’s speech, which was a perfect blend of humor and heart, unlike Gojo’s, which resulted only in roaring laughter from the rest of your guests, much to Nanami’s dismay. Then, the dancing to end the night, all your friends and family together, celebrating the happy couple.

The tears haven’t stop streaming down your face, remembering each detail like it happened only yesterday. It’s been years since this monumental day, and your relationship with Nanami has only gotten stronger.

When the movie is done, he holds your cheeks between his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” you say, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips.

Eventually, you both fall asleep on the couch, you cradled in his arms, his hands massaging you below the belly where the dull pain is. After your nap, you take a warm bath together, basking in each other’s warm bodies in the water, exchanging soft kisses throughout. It’s simple, peaceful, serene. Everything you adore about your life with your husband.

Dried off and back in your most comfortable pajamas, you apply a face mask, offering one to him. He accepts, enjoying your gleeful expression as he presses the Hello Kitty sheet mask on cheeks. For dinner, you order delivery from your favorite restaurant. While you wait, the two of you look through photo albums together, reminiscing about vacations, family reunions, outings with friends. It’s easy to get caught up in memories, even easier to fantasize about the future together. That’s what you love most about your marriage with Nanami. It’s easy. Even on days when you feel like you’re at your lowest, he pulls you back up and makes everything alright.

Dessert follows your delicious meal in the form of an ice cream sundae bar, complete with different candies, nuts, hot fudge, even sprinkles. Nanami always has these on hand for days like this. With your bellies full, the two of you relax once more on the couch, watching a few episodes of a show you’ve been keeping up with. Your head is on his lap, his hands delicately rubbing at your temples, easing whatever remaining tension away.

At the end of the night, you’re snuggled with him in bed, warm and cozy with his arms wrapped around your waist, spooning you. His breath tickles the back of your neck as he asks, “Are you feeling better, sweetheart?”

You turn around to smile at him, nuzzling your nose to his. “Yes. All thanks to you.”

#nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #Kento Nanami fluff #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami kento x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #requests

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flwoie · 5 months

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꒰ 🕰️ ꒱ SEND YOU MY HEART — BYUN EUIJOO

⋆ It’s different when it comes to crushing on Euijoo, your bestfriend’s younger brother. He hasn’t done a single thing to you and you highly doubt he knows you other than being his sister’s friend, yet you always find yourself running away from him.

STARRING ≻ bsf’s younger brother! ej x gn! reader [guest stars yeojin of loossemble & f! oc (eunha)] GENRE ≻ fluff, comedy, implied mutual pining, bestfriend’s brother au, highschool au CONTAINS ≻ accidental invasion of privacy WORD COUNT ≻ 1090

SONA SPEAKING ≻ no i did NOT choose ej just bc he reminds me of my crush!!

What’s worse than having a normal crush is having a crush on your best friend's brother, Euijoo. He’s not any typical brother; he’s the younger brother who doesn’t talk to anyone besides his friends and family. The younger brother, who only has one face for every emotion. He’s the younger brother who’s the eldest among his friends.

It’s even worse when he goes to your school. Fate loves to be a hater and decided that you two should see each other everywhere, whether he’s behind you in line at the cafeteria or walking the same hall after your drama class and his gym class. Wherever you are, Euijoo is there. Some people would think it’s a blessing to be around their crush all the time, and it is. It’s also a curse, as instead of greeting him, you find yourself running as far away as possible from him.

The idea of your best friend finding out isn’t the reason you're running away. In fact, you even told her you liked him, and she didn’t seem to care at all. All she did was laugh. She finds it hilarious how he’s gullible and you’re here trying to keep yourself from running away when he’s around, especially when you’re at her house. From sitting next to you on the couch for a movie night to grabbing a cup from the cabinet in the kitchen where you’re eating, you’d expect her to glare at you, but she only tries to hold her laughter in.

You don’t know why you can’t function when he’s around every time. Is it because he smells like pencil shaving all the time, his glasses suit his face shape, or he wears that umber leather jacket over his uniform every day? It’s weird since you complain all the time that you miss him, but when you do see him, you’re suddenly meters away from his presence. You hate the idea of talking to him, but at the same time, you love talking about him with your friends. When your friends insult him, like his haircut or the fact that he’s part of the chess club, your mouth starts talking back as if you were a lawyer defending their client.

The one question that makes everyone you know intrigued is: How come you’ve never had at least one interaction with him?

‘I saw Euijoo in the hallway first thing in the morning’. You write on the sticky note, passing it to your friend in the middle of your drama class. Your teacher has been too busy blabbering about her life in acting school for the past hour. You look up at the clock; it’s five before the bell rings. Some of your classmates are doing work, and others are on their phones. No one seems to be listening to her at all; they’re all waiting for the bell.

Yeojin passes a sticky note to you. ‘What did you do?’. She stared at you as you retold her what happened with your fingers. You tried to tell her that you walked past him, but she didn’t understand your gestures. “What?” she mouths. You lean close enough so she can hear your whispers.

“I walked past him,” you whisper lowly so the teacher wouldn’t notice but loud enough for Yeojin to hear. She covers her mouth, restraining herself from bursting into laughter. As the bell rings, your teacher mentions a project due in a few days while you get ready to leave.

The performing arts department is in a long, separate hallway away from regular classes. In that hallway is also the gym, where Euijoo finishes his class. The hallway is tiring for you and Yeojin, but all you want to do is get to your next class without having to see Euijoo. Yeojin leaves you for her class, which is the one near the exit of the hall. You’re here, walking alone to the end of the hall. Sometimes it takes you two minutes to get to your class or more, depending on the number of people. As you go through multiple people squished like sardines in a can and make your way to the end of the hall, you halt, hearing your name and an unfamiliar voice.

“Oh, Y/N, you dropped this,” Euijoo says as you look behind. He picks up a notebook from the floor and hands it to you. You’re frozen and silent, and he simply smiles at you and leaves. You run to your next class and sit down in your seat as you contemplate. Many things are happening at once—things that you found impossible.

He says your name and gives you your journal, the one place where you talk about him, then proceeds to smile at you. It sounds impossible, but it did indeed happen. But what’s really important is that he spoke to you.

You haven’t seen Euijoo since that interaction. You don’t see him in the hallways at school or in the living room at their house. Whenever Eunha calls him down for dinner, he’ll just stay silent or respond that he’s busy. When he did come out of his room, it was only to return your journal. Your best friend accidentally gave him your journal when he asked her to get his notebook.

It was a simple mistake; he didn’t mean to look inside. The outside looked like his, but the inside was totally different. When he opened a random page, he noticed how his notes were colourful, his handwriting was curvier than it should be, and the words were the total opposite of physics. He put his glasses on and immediately closed the book as he read the first sentence.

‘I miss Euijoo’. He quickly pushes the book off his table and backs away from it. He’s shocked in many ways. Those words are playing in his head on repeat. All he can imagine is your voice saying those words. He wants to know what else you say about him, but it’s wrong; it’s your privacy. He approaches the book but is wary of picking it up. His hands are trembling the more he moves closer, until the pads of his fingers touch the leather cover.

He leaves his room with the journal in his hand. His eyes meet with yours as he enters the living room, places your journal down on the coffee table, and grabs his. You quickly grabbed your journal and sat on it as he asked you a question before he walked out.

“Are you busy this Friday?”

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dandylovesturtles · 1 year

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once again writing fanfic for an AU that's not mine

uh hi so I guess it is Crying About Future Donnie Hours except this is actually a different future Donnie than the one everyone else is crying about.

I have wanted to write something for @kathaynesart 's Replica for awhile now and I got an idea and I decided to use @tmntaucompetition as an excuse to write and post it, so I guess you could say this is propaganda I didn't expect it to be the day after my poll though so I kinda scrambled a bit aaaaa lol

Replica is one of my favorite ROTTMNT comics, it's one of the first I found after I watched the movie, and I love it so much. If you haven't read it please do! However, there is one part of the comic in particular (and especially one line in particular) that has stuck with me since I first read it, and I think about it a lot. So consider this my little homage to that part of the comic, and to the character who says it.

Also there is a short section of this that is just dialogue from the comic so obviously all credit for that dialogue goes to Kat!

And Kat I really hope you don't mind me playing around in your sandbox a bit /)_(\

Anyway I don't normally title these but I did give the gdoc for this one the title: The Needed Functions to Appreciate It

I hope you enjoy!

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As an AI, experiencing the apocalypse was different.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. did not have to feel the aching gnaw of hunger, or the bite of the cold. He did not feel the sting of acid rain on skin, or the seeping of blood from injury. All the physical sensations his family and friends suffered, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was spared them all.

That did not mean he didn’t feel.

…

“Hey Dee?”

The “Hm?” he got in response was distracted. Donnie was often distracted those days. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. didn’t resent him for it. He knew how busy Donnie is - he cataloged and prioritized the to-do list himself, after all.

“I still have the timers Raph asked me to set for his training in the system, and all his old records. What…” He hesitated. “What should I do with them?”

“Oh.” That got Donnie to pause in his work oh so briefly. His finger tapped twice on the enter key without pressing. “You can delete all of that. Might as well free up memory space where we can.”

“Okay.” It was the right answer. Members of the resistance were allowed to set timers and save some personal files on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s system, and protocol dictated that forty eight hours after loss of vitals, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. should clear such files.

It had been three hundred and fifty seven hours since Raph flatlined. He should have cleared these ages ago.

“Hey Dee,” he said again, more quietly this time, and Donnie actually looked away from his work and gave him his attention.

He hadn’t had a physical body since a raid over a year before; he was just an artistic representation on the monitor. Donnie promised to make him a new one, but S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. could see both the parts inventory and the to-do list and he doubted he would be able to do that. Usually it didn’t bother him, but he thought that day that it bothered him a little.

“I don’t want to,” he admitted, and Donnie’s face shifted to something more sad.

“Ah. You have developed a lot of sentimentality…” Donnie sighed, not unkindly. “Well, you can keep it. I won’t make you delete it.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bounced around the monitor a moment while he mulled it over. Donnie didn’t look away, though one of his battleshell arms took up the task of typing on his computer.

“Isn’t that not good, though, dude? Like… it’s useless now. It’s just taking up space.”

“Yes… sentimentality and practicality are often in direct conflict.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes roving to the ceiling. “Sometimes we just can’t let things go, even against our better judgment, because they remind us of something or… someone.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. zoomed himself in so he filled more of the screen. “Do you get sentimental, Dee?”

Donnie’s lips quirked up in a smile. “Yes, unfortunately so. I find it vexing… though, Mikey would say, “That’s what makes you a person, Donnie, don’t fight it!” or something like that.”

“But if it makes you hold on to useless stuff, or do things that aren’t necessary, isn’t that bad?”

“Ah, such is the nature of emotions, Shelldon - they often lead us to do things that are, for a lack of a better word, suboptimal… Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a switch so I could just turn the pesky things off. I would focus so much better if I never had to feel… anxious or frustrated or… or sad.” He slumped forward, hugging his arms around himself. “If I didn’t have to… to miss anyone.”

“...That’s the worst one,” said S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., and Donnie nodded.

“Yeah… yeah, it is.” He turned to face S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., eyes glossy. “But-”

ERROR: Memory file corrupted.

“It is a convincing replica. Expertly crafted. You act just like him… Be careful that it does not interfere with our intended purpose.”

“Need I remind you, one of my core purposes is to act as a support to Donatello’s family. That includes you, even if you have chosen to forego the needed functions to appreciate it.”

“A necessary purge to keep the Kraang’s whispers at bay.”

“Was it? That is not what Donatello ever wished of you. Even when you decided to take on this burden.”

“Not having to ‘feel’ has its… benefits.”

“And Donatello was quite firm that you not lock yourself away-”

“Such advanced artificial intelligence, yet you still fail to recognize your own ignorance.”

“To what, exactly?”

“To the bliss in not having to miss him.”

Username: OMEGABOOTYYYSHAKER9000

Password: ****************

MEMORY FILE ACCESS AUTHORIZED

Enter date: XX/XX/20XX XX:XX

RETRIEVING MEMORY FILE. . . SUCCESS

AUDIOVISUAL PLAYBACK BEGIN

“But even if missing them keeps you from performing optimally… Running from bad emotions means running from the good ones, too.” Donatello sighed. “At least, that’s what Mikey said to me after Papa… And it took me awhile, but I realized he was right. Don’t tell him I said that, though, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Your secret is safe with me, dude.”

“Thank you, Shelldon.” He reached with his hand and touched the screen, and even though they couldn’t actually feel each other, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moved like he was nuzzling his palm. “When you see Raph’s training records, it makes you sad, but also makes you remember all the things you loved about him, right?”

“I guess, yeah… He’d always scratch my head when I came to give him his training report. When I had a body.”

“Mm, so that’s why you always went to do it in person.” Donatello chuckled, rubbing his thumb on the monitor. He was sad, then, thinking that he couldn’t build S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. a proper body. Always lacking the time and materials…

“Is it worth it, though?” asked S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.. “The good feelings, when there’s bad feelings, too?”

“Maybe that’s one of the great mysteries of life, Shelldon. All I know is… I don’t want to give them up. Not anymore. And… it’s easier to deal with, when you’re not alone.” Donatello pulled his hand back, and looked at him very seriously. “Anata wa hitorijanai. That’s as true for you as it is for any of us. Your family will always be here for you, when you miss Raph, or anyone else.”

Maybe it made S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. feel better. He smiled, as much as his facial design would allow.

“Okay. And I’ll always be here for you too, Dee.”

“Thank you, Shelldon.”

“Love ya.”

“I love you too.”

End playback? Y

PLAYBACK ENDED

#dandy fanfiction #rottmnt replica #future donatello #S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N #future donnie #it would be really silly for him to access his memory files that way actually but #I needed a way to clearly delineate the shift in perspective lol #so don't mind me

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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I don't know if I've requested this before, but here:

OKAY, so if this is too heavy of a topic I am so sorry, but hear me out! Romantic Yandere erasermic with a darling that has depression, now the depression has been around for a long time and was NOT caused by them, but being kidnapped has made it worse. And their darling has depressive episodes that can get so bad that their darling wont want to eat, drink, shower, brush their teeth, or change clothes in the morning, and sometimes it takes threats of a punishment to get them out of bed in the morning. I suffer from depressive episodes like that, so I was wondering what Mic and Aizawa would do if they saw their Darling suffer like that?

If that's too heavy of a topic, then how about romantic erasermic, and their darling actually escapes, but their darling has so much trouble adjusting back to a normal life that like, a month later they come back sobbing and literally begging to come back home with them?

Its not to heavy darling

I think because its so heavy its nice to address it

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“Did you eat today?”

“...”

“(Y/n)! Did you-”

“Okay! I did! I did, alright. Chill out.”

“...Did the thing you eat actually have any protein value? Or was it just some cubes of ice you were pretending was an actual snack.”

“....”

“Kitchen. Now.”

When Shouta and Hizashi finally migrated you into their home they knew you were struggling. It's what made them so worried. They expected that for the first month this behavior would increase and they’d be wary of it. But after three months had passed without you attempting to escape or even enjoy the autonomy they allowed you to have they were worried.

What worried them even more was your growing dissonance to the punishments they put in place to make you move. The first time the second Shouta suggested actually breaking your legs since you want to stay in bed all day, you snapped right up avoiding the bed like the plague until the end of the day. The next time though was not nearly as responsive:

“Can I at least have some painkillers?”

They eventually shifted their already solid schedules to take time to encourage you to actually function. Sometimes taking you into the shower themselves, spoon feeding you, or even brushing your teeth.

They’re definitely not letting you go. If you thought your depressed doll state was going to scare them off, think again. They up their game in engaging with your hobbies because of course they know them already. Even with your short bouts of energy to indulge they praise your advancements. If you like ranting about a show or movie they will sit down and listen to you for hours. Or if you like to bake or cook they make it a challenge for you; “Tomatoes, sun chips, sour cream, and caramel! Make it work!” Even if you end up creating an abomination they’re cheering you on and shoving it down their throats.

If you can’t muster the energy or the drive to even look at the things you love they go with a more primal tactic.

You hear the door to your “room” creak open. You don’t bother to open your eyes as you hear the determined footfalls of one of your captors. You expected to be lightly shaken awake or being carried out of bed (Shouta). Only to hear that the steps stopped at the foot of your bed, you figured that this was just some new way to wake you up. What you weren’t ready for was the rising of the covers and the heat of another person crawling to you. Without moving your head you watched the bubbling of the comforter move closer to your lower half. You stayed still, mostly in shock as large calloused hands gilded softly up your leg to your waist. You began to squirm a little as those same hands began to flutter and pinch at the puffy fat underneath your skin.

“H-hey! Hold on–whoa!”

The tickles and touches that were just playfully occupying your waist had propped your butt up before pulling off your undergarments, leaving you completely bare. Because of your position you weren’t able to kick at your assailant settling to just bucking your hips in a desperate attempt to get loose. Your plan backfired, where one of your thrusts was made to create distance only enticed the face of whoever it was into the clutch of your genitals. You stopped realizing that you were the one who instituted the lewd act only to feel that same presence move towards you once again.

“AeAe–Is that y-your tongue-? Ahh~!”

You couldn’t focus on anything as the growing heat of this person’s tongue just kept lapping at your sopping privates. Your only solace was the tight hold you had on the sheets; practically pulling it off the mattress as you involuntarily bucked.

“Feeling better now?”

The gruff and sultry voice of Shouta tickles your ear, being lightly rubbed at by the scruff on his chin. You were so occupied with who you could only assume to be Hizashi you couldn’t focus on the entry of the other. Feeling overheated and overwhelmed you leaned into the hero, moaning into his mouth as you reached your climax. Coming down from your high you rested your head on the naked chest of the man beside you; just barely registering the kisses peppered from waist to just below your chest.

“Did you know *kiss* we’re studying anatomy *kiss kiss* with the kids?” “He’s right.” Shouta began to hold your face up to his, kissing your forehead.” Especially endorphins *peck* and oxytocin.”

“All of which come from…hehe~good times.” Finally appearing from beneath the cover of your comforter resting his head on your upper abdomen. His beady eyes glow a devious yellow-green staring straight into yours. Spooked, you turn to the piercing crimson gaze of Shouta as he continues.

“Depression doesn’t let you enjoy yourself, whether it's actually loving yourself…” The man that was previously covered crawled to your unoccupied left forcing you to stare into his loving gaze.

“...or loving the things you love…”

“But lucky for you we have you…”

“We love you and we’ll gladly help you fight this.”

“Yes it’s our vow to keep our kitten healthy by all means necessary…”

A new hand cold and just as big caressed downward before resting over the space between your legs. What felt cold seconds before once again began to heat up and that familiar wetness returned.

“Even if it means forcing your body to get with the program.” The radio star’s voice snickered into your ear as he trailed his hand over your nipples giving one a squeeze.

“We’ll love you, (Y/n) even when you can’t.”

“You’ll move because of us, canary.”

“You’ll sing again because of us.”

“We’ll do everything for you (Y/n)!”

“Even loving you.”

“Even when you can do it yourself.”

“Because you're ours.”

#yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderes #yandere erasermic #erasermic #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere hizashi #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere polyamory

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autistpride · 11 days

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Talking about echolalia and scripting and the difference.

Echolalia is when an autistic individual repeats, or echoes, words, sounds, or phrases that they have heard.

Echolalia is often considered to be used more by those who are nonverbal, but all people can do it. Nonverbal is a term used by medical community to express that the person is unable to use language in a conventional "functional" way.

Echoing can be immediately after hearing something or delayed. Delayed is when the echo occurs later and sometimes in different situations. The delay could be hours, days, or even years later.

"Be careful so you don't fall!"

"careful, be careful, don't fall, be careful."

"Yup be careful."

"You did it!"

"Great job you're awesome!"

"Yes you are awesome!"

Echolalia is actually a normal part of early childhood development and expected of children during early language development.

However, in some autistic individuals they still use echo phrases past this developmental point.

As communication develops, either through verbal language, sign, pecs, or AAC than echolalia diminishes.

A lot of people falsely believe that it serves no purpose and no communicative meaning at all.

Echolalia isn't meaningless.

There are multiple reasons for echolalia.

-To declare that they heard the speaker

-to give extra processing time to understand and compose a response

-to request something

-to respond to a request or question

-to rehearse a situation

-to remember something

-to process and follow commands

-to provide conversation back and forth

-to give information

-to label and show recognition

-to protest or express joy

-to self regulate.

Scripting is the knowing repetition of words, phrases, or sounds from other people's speech. Such as an autistic individual reciting lines from movies, commercials, books, etc.

Scripting is language in the social sense as it has a purpose: to share meaning, to socialize, and to express feelings, communicate experiences, rehearse situations, and stim.

Scripting is seen as abnormal because the individuals are verbal, but the way we use our verbal language is not considered conventional.

Scripting for rehearsing is essentially practicing what we would say before we say it. Like when making a phone call, placing an order, or communicating with someone.

Scripting in social situations is a very common scenerio for all people, not just autistic individuals.

These society scripts are confusing to autistic individuals because we don't understand why the small talk or these questions are asked with no desire to an actual response. But following learning them, it's confusing when someone does not follow the script.

"Hi how are you?"

"Hello. I'm good thanks and you?"

"I'm good thank you"

This is an example of a social script. The first person doesn't actually want to know how you are and the second person responds with good even if they are in fact not doing well. They also know it's the social norm to ask that question in return.

When people follow the script most of society follows, it makes it easier for autistic individuals to handle social situations.

"Hi how are you?"

"Oh man today has been so busy."

In this situation the autistic individual either caused awkwardness to the first person by actually responding or the other person has caused confusion and anxiety to the autistic person by not following the social script and they initially may not not know to respond.

So to summarize, echolalia and scripting both serve a purpose!

"Actually I have heard those things, about a thousand times, but never have they been told to me with so much sass. Drop the attitude. You are acting like Garfield on a Monday."

"All right, well I'm not surprised. C'mon, let's go watch Wizards of Waverly Place!" ❤️

#autism acceptence month #autism #autism acceptance #asd #autistic pride #autistic #autistic adult #actually audhd #audhd

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nebulousbrainsoup · 10 months

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Hello! I couldn't think of anything good to request. But I figured I'd try. 😅 How about head cannon? ATEEZ takes you to their high school reunion and you run into their first love. How would each member handle you finding out about this person from their past?

감사합니다! 🫰🏿

most of the month later...

you sure can! this was so fun to write, ngl. trying to reflect their different personalities in the details... ah, i loved it. thank you so much for your request, noona! i think sannie's is the longest*, so enjoy that~

*(editing ash here: it is)

ateez reacts: class reunion ft. their first love

fulfilled as part of my 150(ish) followers event, currently closed.

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kim hongjoong ✵ wc : 407

✵ oh man. Most likely to have a messy break-up

✵ not necessarily pettiness and backstabbing messy, but emotionally charged and hard on everyone messy

✵ because hj is a passionate person—his work, his friends, his beliefs; his love life is no exception (and it was worse in high school)

✵ he does everything in his power to divert you both away from them

✵ honestly, they’ve probably barely spoken since then and neither knew the other was coming

✵ but when you two end up at the snack table at the same time while your boyfriend is in the bathroom, you entirely oblivious and them walking on eggshells, they break the ice

✵ and you’re kind of irked at how surprised you are when they’re so sweet to you

✵ with how quick hj had been all night to steer you away from them, you were expecting venom and violence and god knows what else. but they’re kind and nice to talk to and honestly seem a little wary of you if anything (should they be?)

✵ it’s not until they stop talking mid-sentence and you feel an arm slip around your waist, making you jump a little—hj doesn’t do skinship normally, much less in public—and you turn to see a mess of emotions swirling behind his eyes that everything falls into place

✵ the conversation is quick and stilted on matter what, and he keeps his hand on you somehow the whole time

✵ if they’re petty, he’s having none of it. he’ll cut them off mid-sentence, chastise them for their actions and drag you back out the front doors. it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been there, you’re heading back home for a movie night in. snacks, drinks, and cuddles are all on hj as a form of apology

✵ if they’re kind, he’ll stay and make slightly-awkward small talk for a while, with you acting as a buffer to keep the tense silences from getting too long. when they finally leave you, he’s staring after them with a slightly pained expression, and you have to tap his shoulder to bring him back to you. in this version, you’re the one to suggest movie night

✵ either way, he apologizes for the way he acted when you get home, and you’re… kind of stunned, reassuring him that you understand why he acted the way he did

✵ “i just loved them so much, once. ah, well. it can’t be that bad, really, if it led me to you.”

park seonghwa ✵ wc : 344

✵ easily the most graceful handler of this situation

✵ does not strike me as a messy break-up haver; he’d be more of an amicable parting of ways type

✵ most likely to be friends with his ex before y’all pull up to the function anyway, tbh

✵ let’s pretend that’s not the case tho, just for funsies (and an attempt at chaos)

✵ he’d know who was coming beforehand as much as he could, because if he isn’t going to actually be able to catch up with people, he doesn’t see the point in going

✵ so he knows in advance, and warns you/fills you in on all the dirty details

✵ not that there really are any—it was all pretty straight-forward. neither of them thought a high school romance was worth halting their own ambitions for

✵ hwa is definitely the type to make his rounds and then settle in with old friends to really talk and relax for the rest of it, so you run into them pretty early on

✵ if they’re petty, he indulges it for about thirty seconds with a narrowed gaze, a tense smile and stilted nods while he scopes out the quickest escape route. the moment he finds even a slightly viable option, he’s raising a hand to that person and whisking you away without a second thought, leaving his ex blinking after you both

✵ if they’re kind, you probably see them a few times throughout the night. they talk for the longest out of any of his acquaintances, and they’ll stop by your guys’ table once you settle down for the evening

✵ overall, it’s a net positive experience for both of you. you enjoy seeing hwa catching up with his old friends, and he appreciates you coming with him and talking with his friends so much

✵ he’s just smiling softly the entire drive home, holding your hand and thanking you for coming with him over and over, until you’re giggling at him about it

✵ “really, i mean it, thank you. i wouldn’t have had as much fun with anybody else by my side.”

jeong yunho ✵ wc : 316

✵ yu strikes me as the type to have wanted things to work out with his highschool sweetheart, despite knowing that it probably wouldn’t, so seeing them hurts a little bit

✵ he doesn’t really let it show, but you know him well enough to know note the slight drop in his energy when they inevitably approach the two of you

✵ he introduces you as his partner to them, but doesn’t give you context for their previous relationship

✵ (you don’t need it, he told you who they were before you came, maybe even before the reunion was even an idea if you’ve been dating long enough)

✵ he has an arm around you the whole conversation, and you can feel him pull you just a little closer when their reminiscing hits a spot that’s a little too tender

✵ bonus points if you react and lean into him, you’ll get that little smile that makes his cheeks rounder

✵ you’re honestly a little impressed with how unaffected he looks on the outside

✵ if they’re petty, he will refuse to stoop to their level. he keeps things short, sweet and polite, sweeping you away to catch up with someone else the moment he has the opportunity, keeping you from getting caught in their claws

✵ if they’re kind, he reflects that back, laughing with them and letting them embarrass him with the stories they have together. it’s kind of sweet, and they might keep in contact afterwards

✵ all-in-all, he doesn’t want to spend ridiculously long talking to them, even if they seem to be getting along well

✵ if you ask him why, he’d flush, admitting he didn’t want you to be jealous or think he’d go back to them when he has you

✵ it confuses you, and you laugh, thanking him for the thought but reassuring him you’d never think that

✵ “good. because you’re the only one i want. you’re stuck with me.”

kang yeosang ✵ wc : 394

✵ poor boy is flustered oh my god

✵ i don’t think the break-up itself matters overmuch for him; he doesn’t dwell on it so it doesn’t affect his actions/feelings the way it does with some of the others

✵ he honestly probably didn’t even think about the fact that they’d be there

✵ it takes him a while to register that they’re even at the function though, once you’re there

✵ either one of his friends has to point it out or he literally runs into them, i truly don’t know which is more likely

✵ he definitely doesn’t go out of his way to track them down or anything, though, so they end up coming to you in some way

✵ no matter how, it results in a short-circuiting sangie and some rapid blinking as he wrangles himself back into his brain

✵ you have to introduce yourself to stall for him while you lace your fingers and pull him back from whatever cloud his soul sailed off to

✵ he’s another that doesn’t really want to spend too much time talking to someone he has a history with, especially out of respect for you (whether you mind or not)

✵ if they’re petty, he’s immediately more flustered and stumbling over his words a little. yeo doesn’t strike me as the type to date someone who’s even remotely petty, so this either means his ex had a hidden side or has gone through a major character change, and he’s just… stunned. he’s flashing you apologetic looks and reaching for your hand (if he isn’t holding it already) while he tries to efficiently but kindly break the conversation off

✵ if they’re kind, it’s honestly more of a passing greeting than anything. they’re both comfortable doing the bare minimum, saying hello and introducing their current partners to each other, asking about jobs and just… moving on the second they can. the awkwardness might be a little unbearable tbh

✵ he’s pretty neutral about the whole experience, and you guys honestly probably don’t stay for long

✵ when you get home it’s snacks, movies, and cuddles on the couch for the rest of the night

✵ he thanks you for going with him while you’re prepping snacks with a hug from behind and a kiss to the cheek

✵ “i know it was boring for you. i appreciate you so much for doing that for me, my love.”

choi san ✵ wc : 457

✵ an absolute wildcard

✵ the one constant is that he still has emotions about it, but i’m not sure he’d let you know that, partially bc he might be in denial that he still has emotions about it

✵ like hwa, checked the guest list and warns you that the ex will be there, but doesn't give you the details

✵ borderline avoidant, but not to the same extent hj is; he’s just keeping a casual eye on them and floating around

✵ if it manages to keep you both farther away from them, all the better

✵ when you inevitably run into them, his mood shifts and he’s just a little more reserved

✵ he’s definitely already been holding your hand or close to it all night, but when they’re finally in front of you, the handhold gets a little tighter or his arm snakes around your shoulder/waist/hips and he tugs you in while he introduces you

✵ bonus points if you squeeze his hand or loop an arm around him in turn; you’ll get that soft little smile out of him

✵ once the conversation actually starts, he’s drawing patterns with his fingers wherever he’s got a hold of you

✵ if they’re petty, you can feel his grip on you tighten immediately and he shoots you a worried glance. he’s immediately looking for a way out, disregarding whatever the ex is saying entirely. if he hasn’t found a viable excuse in thirty seconds, he’s making one up; waving to a friend that isn’t there, downing his drink in one go, claiming he needs to go to the bathroom and doesn’t want you to get lost; he doesn’t care how it makes him look, he’s getting you both out of there now

✵ if they’re kind, he’ll exchange pleasantries, but again, he’s not going to stick around. it’s very similar to yeo; passing greetings and the bare minimum to seem respectful. if they want to talk a little more, he might stick around for a couple extra minutes, but he’s not feeling great about rehashing whatever happened between him and them.

✵ he’s a little on edge for the rest of the night, only relaxing when you’re stepping out into the parking lot

✵ he’s quiet for the ride home, and if you ask him what’s wrong, i’m not entirely sure he can answer you

✵ he’s the biggest cuddlebug when you get home, wrapping his arms around you and only letting you go long enough to change into whatever’s comfy

✵ it’s a little more than usual, but again, he can’t quite put words to what’s wrong, so he just shakes his head and cuddles into you more

✵ “i had fun tonight, but i like it better at home. you’re cozy.” (in his pouty lil voice)

song mingi ✵ wc : 369

✵ most likely to actually still be friends with his ex, methinks

✵ i don’t think he would’ve had a messy break-up in the slightest, so his ex is probably on the nicer side, and he’s probably pretty open to seeing them

✵ he’s one of the ones that will run you through the important bits of their history before y’all go

✵ he probably spends the most time talking to his ex out of anybody, if they’re still friends

✵ if they’re not, though, he’s a little wary of them

✵ avoidant p. 3, the least of them all

✵ he’s not doing anything to actively avoid them, he would simply like to, both out of respect for you and to keep his own anxiety at bay

✵ he’s respectful at least, friendly at best when they first approach y’all, though, stumbling through introducing you a little bit

✵ if they’re petty, he’s caught so off-guard. like yeo, mingi doesn’t strike me as someone who would’ve dated someone petty in the first place, so this is either a newly revealed side or a personality shift, and he doesn’t know how to handle it, exactly. i think he freezes up for a second before flashing you an apologetic look and steering you away without another word

✵ in this case, the second he gets you alone, he’s apologizing profusely, cupping your face in his hands and making sure you’re okay

✵ if they’re kind and didn’t keep in contact, his response is pretty similar to if they did. they kind of pick up where they left off, minus the touching and kissing. you get to see his grin and hear his laugh and learn some very interesting stories to use as blackmail later on

✵ either way, it ends up being a night full of laughter and good memories, both old and new

✵ you’re both pretty wiped out by the time you get home, having likely stayed the whole night, and he’s at bare minimum holding your hand the entire way

✵ another cuddlebug, scoops you into his arms the minute you’re inside, giving you a bone-crushing hug, voice muffled in your neck/shoulder/hair

✵ “i had so much fun tonight. thank you for coming with me, baby, it means so much.”

jung wooyoung ✵ wc : 359

✵ duality. king.

✵ this man will not hesitate to meet the energy in the room, so good luck to you

✵ strikes me as the only one to potentially have had a messy break-up and still been friends with the ex tho. like through reconnection via mutual friends years later or smth

✵ if this is the case they will spend so long talking

✵ he definitely introduces you first with an arm around your waist tho

✵ definitely knows who’s on the guest list and will warn you, but it’s just a passing “yeah btw my ex will be there”

✵ falls in the neutral “not avoiding, but not seeking out” zone if they aren’t friends

✵ much more focused on going around to his old friends and catching up

✵ however you end up running into them, the first thing woo does is introduce you with an arm firmly around you and a big grin

✵ this man looks at you with so much adoration i–

✵ if they’re petty, his mood flips like a switch. his grin drops and he’s giving bombastic side eye over the rim of his drink, tugging you closer into his side. he’s getting at least one snarky comment off in return, and if he feels like that’s enough to put them in their place, he’s whisking you away to literally anywhere else, pointedly turning his back to them. If it’s not, you might have to drag him away by the collar before he starts biting

✵ if they’re kind, he’s more than happy to talk to them for a good chunk of the night, being sure to loop you into the conversation and hiding his blush when the ex tells embarrassing stories about him (there are Many)

✵ overall, it’s a good night out with him, and you’re both probably worn out when you get home, having stayed the longest of any of the teezers

✵ cuddlebug woo is a surprise to literally no one, and you will be promptly under the covers and like half of his body the moment you’ve done your nighttime routines

✵ “god, that was so fun. when’s yours? i wanna go with you and meet all your friends, too.”

choi jongho ✵ wc : 309

✵ easily one of the most indifferent to the fact that his ex is going to be there

✵ it’s not like there are feelings on his end bc once he’s set on something he’s all in and currently he’s all in with you, so

✵ he definitely either knows or assumes and for sure lets you know beforehand

✵ also checks in to make sure you’re okay with that and lets you know that if you aren’t, he’s more than happy to stay home and have a night in with you

✵ doesn’t bother filling you in on the nitty-gritty, just gives you their name and maybe shows you a picture so you’re prepared

✵ he’s another neutral one, not avoidant or actively seeking his ex out

✵ the inevitable run-in is meant to just be a hello in passing; you guys were either on your way out or heading to talk to someone else

✵ but he puts an arm around your waist/shoulders/hips and introduces you with a polite smile

✵ he’s not really interested in talking with them in the first place

✵ if they’re petty, he’s another one to cut them off mid-sentence and call them out for what they said, whisking you away immediately. he might not leave the function completely, but if y’all don’t, he will be glaring them down the rest of the night

✵ if they’re kind, he’ll indulge them of a few minutes, especially if you’re enjoying yourself, but he will make absolutely sure to divert your attention elsewhere before you can get any embarrassing stories out of his ex

✵ if you ask him why, he flashes you a side-eye and reminds you who his hyungs are

✵ “i love you, and i’m glad you were having fun, but i don’t need to be teased more. unless you want me to uncover all your high school stories at your reunion?”

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obey-me-headquarters · 2 years

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How the demons takes care of Mc when they are sick! I've have been feeling a cold sneaking up on me so I wanted to get this out lol. No smut, just feels.

Lucifer: becomes the ultimate Mom Friend. I feel like Lucifer has a 6th sense for whenever someone under his care becomes unwell. So expect him phrasing in from the aether whenever you so much as sneeze. Becomes way more broody when you are sick because Bird Instincts. Will wrap you in blankets and gently place you onto his bed. Expect a heat lamp. While he does paper work ever so often his head will snap towards you to check if you're OK. Believes fully that you are at risk of DEATH if you are not being burritoed 24/7. Has like a million alarms for when you need to take medicine.

Mammon: becomes Worried. Mamms is actually a good and caring big brother, beneath it all. So I feel like he also has a 6th sense like Lucifer. Only he's way more subtle about caring for you at first. Will try to get you to rest and slow down if you look unwell. He'll start raving about a movie marathon and get you to lay in bed and watch movies with him. If you're actually sick he'll insist that you stay in bed and relax. He'll tell you that you can count on him, he'll protect ya! Also keeps on top of your medicine.

Levi: honestly, I can see him missing the early signs of you feeling unwell. It's not because he doesn't care! It's just that I feel like Levi doesn't know what a healthy, functional body looks like. Man stays up all night gaming all the time so I feel like he always feels a little bit ill. So if you cough or complain that you have a headache he's just like "but isn't it normal to feel like, a little bit shitty all the time?" Someone please feed this man an orange. When you're actually sick he is Freaked Out. Gets you to rest and puts a wet cloth on your forehead, even if you don't have a fever because people always has wet clothes when they're sick in anime! Expects you to feel better after one day because again, people sort of bounce back in anime after like one day. Thinks you are Dying if yoy continue to feel unwell and has to be assured that you are not.

Satan: Ah, he read all about human illness! He knows what to do! Creates like a million home remedies and is throughly confused when you don't immediately get better. Tackles the sickness like a problem he can solve is he just works hard enough, so he has a issue with not just letting you rest. But gets quickly corrected that the best medicine is rest and relaxation. Satan I said the best medicine is rest and relaxation put down that book- shows you cute cat videos when you're sick to cheer you up.

Asmo: is extremely surprised when you start to get unwell. Don't you take care of your body? Eat well, make time for your beauty sleep? You would think that he would avoid you when you're all ill but that's were ya wrong! Asmo thinks you're beautiful and shunning even when you have the sniffles!! And he'll constantly remind you of that fact. Will go and put on his cute pink frilly apron to go make soup, cutey of course, for you. Likes to play housewife when you're unwell. Has home remedies but unlike Satan he doesn't expect them to magically work. Tries to stay carefree during your sickness because he knows that humans are fragile and this stuff just sort of happens, but is also really worried underneath it all.

Beel: is one of the only younger brothers that has a 6th sense for this sort of stuff. I feel like he doesn't really know what to do when you feel unwell. So he just sort of. Looms. Becomes your shadow, a very tall, intimidating shadow. Will follow you around and tires to make your life easier (because you coughed at the breakfast table today) whenever someone hands you something you carry he will take it inside to "Not strain you". Asks you if you want to be carried up the stairs. When you get actually sick expect him to treat you like glass. He doesn't know what makes humans ill so he treats everything like a threat. Gets very picky about what you eat because he doesn't want you eat anything that makes you feel worst. Is also extremely ontop of your medicine.

Belphie: doesn't notice when you're feeling unwell like Levi, because he also does not take of his body. Yeah sure, he sleeps, but if it wasn't for Beel he'll probably starve. When you get actually sick he wraps his arms around you and refuses to let go. It is nap time 24/7 now. Asks if you want him to make you sleep for the majority of your sickness. Will try to stay awake more often to check on you since he feels bad about missing the early stages of your sickness. He gets so worried that his body starts waking him up every few hours just to check on you. Teases you about being a "weak little human" but is also very worried.

Diavolo: since he has so much work to do, I can see him enlisting the help of the little Ds. Since he's such a powerful he doesn't really get sick, but when he does, every few centuries, it's big. So he sort of expects you to start coughing up fire and shaking buildings when you get sick and is very surprised when you don't. Finds human sickness fascinating, but gets very worried when you explain what's happening inside of you. What do you MEAN your body is heating up because it's trying to burn up the bad germs inside of you. What do you MEAN white blood cells are attacking your illness. Tries to get work done but after a few hours he gets so worried he physically can't work on it anymore and has to go check on you himself, no matter how much the little Ds tell him that you're fine, you're just resting.

Barbatos: he feels really bad when he misses the warning signs of you feeling sick. He has future vision, what good is it if he can't use it to look after you? Vows to himself that he's going to make up for it by taking extremely good care of you. If I could describe Barbatos's care in one word would be "efficient". He takes care to make the healthiest food for you need, and tries to make it as tasty as possible even when you can't taste it too good because your nose is stuffed up. He usually has no trouble leaving work to the little Ds, he knows they know how to do a good job, but this is one thing he has to do himself. If he has to attend a meeting and leave you alone for awhile you bet that he's constantly checking the clock. The other people in the meeting actually start to get a little worried that the calm and collected butler is worried about the time and tries to hurry the meeting along because of it.

#i havent been posting at much lately but ive been working on stuff and have a bit of a back long. so expect some scheduled posts #obey me #obey me cast #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me levithan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barb #obey me barbatos #not smut #my post

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lemonduckisnowawake · 8 days

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So a while back @floorbacon0621 was talking about a hallmark movie where a woman body hijacked a rich lady but then realized all she wanted was family for Christmas.

Cue @emarynn going "eh, sounds boring" and me going "WELL CHALLENGE ACCEPTED."

The below is the result, transcribed (copy/pasted) from Discord because I realized I wanted it somewhere I could find before it got buried (it's already been buried actually) from all our chatter....which means I need a new tag for my personal writing stuff. BUT ANYWAY

Woman- gets isekaid into rich lady ML - rich guy whom rich lady is engaged to Rich lady - gets isekaid into woman

Plot: rich lady sees this sad and hectic ADHD family that is just NOT managing holidays well and is giving stress upon stress to each other and is like "all right, imma straighten you all out cause i'm a doctor" and actually starts helping the woman's family cope. Woman's family is like "woah, daughter, college in the city really has changed you. maybe this was a good idea after all." Meanwhile, woman is not at ALL happy to be in rich lady's body and is annoyed with rich guy who is doing his uttermost to scare off rich lady to break off the engagement, but woman isn't gonna do that cause this isn't her life - and rich guy is confused cause it was about to succeed, so what the heck? Woman wasn't really looking forward to the holidays cause her family is SO chaotic and it drives her nuts, and she guesses that this is a great way to escape but…they were expecting her and she still LOVES them, so she's gonna check. Unfortunately, before she can do anything, she's pulled into rich people christmas stuff with rich guy as her confused date. She finds all the bluster and pomp way too annoying and almost worse than her family's chaos but, again, not her life so she doesn't say anything. She likes the food thought, but everything is so fake that it just pricks at her even more until she can't take it and just….leaves the party at one point to hide.

Rich guy comes after her and they have an emotional moment or idk, which now confuses HER cause where was the rude guy? To which he admits he was trying to break up the engagement cause there's someone he loves who is not as wealthy and thought the best way was to act mean. To which the woman, in utter bafflement, is like, "Dude. It's a free country. Just…..break it off? You're over the age? Is there like any formal contract?" "Uh…no" "??????????? Then why don't you just break it off?" "They'll disown me. I don't have any job experience!" "??? Are you serious? You're in training to be the CEO? And you have a college degree? Just….use that to get a job???" "Oh…." "Uh huh." Anyway, cue woman accidentally making things better without even meaning to in her comedic shenanigans to just CALL HOME and see how everyone's doing, interspersed with cuts from rich girl who is having a blast organizing everything but thinks she should probably find a way to get back to her body cause being an heiress is great.

Anyway, blah blah blah, magic of Christmas, switcheroo goes back to normal after they meet and tell them all the happenstances ("you broke off my engagement?" "NO! He broke off his engagement with YOU! I didn't say I'd accept or anything! And you actually made my family functional?" "Yeah, being a psych and med student is great" "…..i hate rich people" ":DDD") End movie

#lemon duck quacks #lemon duck tales #....yeah ignore the potential copyright issues of that tag #one of these days i'll go tag my other writing stuff with this tag #anyway this isn't even counting the random plot bunnies bacon and em and i went into after that wall of text i sent #perhaps i will reblog those additions if i can get permission to screenshot our unhinged convos #but just having this means i can go and use the search function to the start of it all #you know the whole arranged marriage thing reminds me of another convo with another group of friends #where i spitefully tried to combat the idea that enemies to lovers couldn't exist in contemporary romances #i mean i succeeded somewhat by telling them 'customer x customer service rep' to which the immediate and loud response from all #was a resounding NO #i got distracted

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tristandelarkadien · 9 months

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On Clive & Maurice, pt. 1

Let me try to write out my thoughts on one of my favourite novels, and explain why the casting changes the implications of the movie.

I watched Maurice a while back. The film, not the novel. I had looked forward to seeing Hugh Grant, as I thought him a good choice for the main character. Needless to say, I was surprised and confused to see him playing Clive. Even more surprised and confused to see a small blond actor playing Maurice, and not Clive.

The blond guy was not a bad choice. I am sure he was a good actor. But he came across as more emotional than expected. The fact that he seemed a bit smaller than Clive's actor gave them a different dynamic than the one I had come to expect from the book.

I will lay out my ideas here. If this has already been touched upon in some prior essay, I apologise, but the sadly now ephemeral nature of Tumblr's search function makes it hard to locate.

(I also do not wish to turn this into an 'X is better than Y' debate. Both the film and movie are lovely stories, and they both deserve attention from their respective/shared devotees.)

I would love to cite or review the books involved, but unfortunately, they are outside of my reach due to reasons of money & location. I have endeavoured to cite what I am able to, in hopes of one day being able to afford scholarly literature written on the subject.

Introduction to Romantic friendships

In the early-to-mid 19th century, muscular christianity crossed over with ideals of manliness to create ideas about intense friendship between same-sex people being a precursor to romantic love with individuals of the opposite sex.

This friendship was meant to be mutually enriching. After the embers of passion had given way to mutual companionship, the two were to have a strong, but ultimately ‘normal’ friendship, less passionate than that of youth, as that emotion was now to be directed towards women.

These friendships were depicted in didactic children’s novels, as well as bildungsromans / Coming-of-age tales. We can see this in Tom Brown’s Schooldays, where a school matron puts the unruly, boisterous Tom together with meek, religious Arthur who looks younger than his years.

"Oh, Master Brown," went on the little matron, when the rest had gone, "you're to have Gray's study, Mrs. Arnold says. And she wants you to take in this young gentleman. He's a new boy, and thirteen years old, though he don't look it. He's very delicate, and has never been from home before. And I told Mrs. Arnold I thought you'd be kind to him, and see that they don't bully him at first. He's put into your form, and I've given him the bed next to yours in Number 4; so East can't sleep there this half."

Tom was rather put about by this speech. He had got the double study which he coveted, but here were conditions attached which greatly moderated his joy. He looked across the room, and in the far corner of the sofa was aware of a slight, pale boy, with large, blue eyes and light, fair hair, who seemed ready to shrink through the floor. He saw at a glance that the little stranger was just the boy whose first half-year at a public school would be misery to himself if he were left alone, or constant anxiety to any one who meant to see him through his troubles. (Tom Brown, pt 2, c. 1)

It doesn’t take long for the two to get better acquainted, in a way that enriches both of them, according to the dominating ideology of the age. Tom instructs Arthur in how to ‘fit in’ and not get singled out for bullying, while Arthur makes Tom’s fighting instincts kick in to protect Arthur, rather than roughhouse.

"What a queer chum for Tom Brown," was the comment at the fire; and it must be confessed so thought Tom himself, as he lighted his candle, and surveyed the new green-baize curtains and the carpet and sofa with much satisfaction.

"I say, Arthur, what a brick your mother is to make us so cozy. But look here now, you must answer straight up when the fellows speak to you, and don't be afraid. If you're afraid, you'll get bullied. And don't you say you can sing; and don't you ever talk about home, or your mother and sisters."

Poor little Arthur looked ready to cry.

"But please," said he, "mayn't I talk about—about home to you?"

"Oh yes, I like it. But don't talk to boys you don't know, or they'll call you homesick, or mamma's darling, or some such stuff. What a jolly desk! Is that yours? And what stunning binding! Why, your school-books look like novels!"

And Tom was soon deep in Arthur's goods and chattels, all new and good enough for a fifth-form boy, and hardly thought of his friends outside, till the prayer-bell rang. (Tom Brown, pt 2, c. 1)

Seeing Arthur set a good example by praying leads Tom to remember his own religion, which he has forsaken by refusing to pray before bed.

Tom was sitting at the bottom of his bed unlacing his boots, so that his back was toward Arthur, and he didn't see what had happened, and looked up in wonder at the sudden silence. Then two or three boys laughed and sneered, and a big, brutal fellow, who was standing in the middle of the room, picked up a slipper, and shied it at the kneeling boy, calling him a snivelling young shaver. Then Tom saw the whole, and the next moment the boot he had just pulled off flew straight at the head of the bully, who had just time to throw up his arm and catch it on his elbow.

"Confound you, Brown, what's that for?" roared he, stamping with pain.

"Never mind what I mean," said Tom, stepping onto the floor, every drop of blood in his body tingling; "if any fellow wants the other boot, he knows how to get it."

What would have been the result is doubtful, for at this moment the sixth-form boy came in, and not another word could be said. Tom and the rest rushed into bed and finished their unrobing there, and the old verger, as punctual as the clock, had put out the candle in another minute, and toddled on to the next room, shutting their door with his usual "Good-night, gen'l'm'n."

There were many boys in the room by whom that little scene was taken to heart before they slept. But sleep seemed to have deserted the pillow of poor Tom. For some time his excitement, and the flood of memories which chased one another through his brain, kept him from thinking or resolving. His head throbbed, his heart leapt, and he could hardly keep himself from springing out of bed and rushing about the room. Then the thought of his own mother came across him, and the promise he had made at her knee, years ago, never to forget to kneel by his bedside, and give himself up to his Father, before he laid his head on the pillow, from which it might never rise; and he lay down gently and cried as if his heart would break. He was only fourteen years old. (Tom Brown, pt 2, c. 1)

It is also evident in David Copperfield, where David moons after a boy named ‘Steerforth’ who eventually forsakes him. (Notably, asking if the ‘vulnerable’ boy has a sister is done in Tom Brown as well.)

‘Good night, young Copperfield,’ said Steerforth. ‘I’ll take care of you.’ ‘You’re very kind,’ I gratefully returned. ‘I am very much obliged to you.’

‘You haven’t got a sister, have you?’ said Steerforth, yawning.

‘No,’ I answered.

‘That’s a pity,’ said Steerforth. ‘If you had had one, I should think she would have been a pretty, timid, little, bright-eyed sort of girl. I should have liked to know her. Good night, young Copperfield.’

‘Good night, sir,’ I replied.

I thought of him very much after I went to bed, and raised myself, I recollect, to look at him where he lay in the moonlight, with his handsome face turned up, and his head reclining easily on his arm. He was a person of great power in my eyes; that was, of course, the reason of my mind running on him. No veiled future dimly glanced upon him in the moonbeams. There was no shadowy picture of his footsteps, in the garden that I dreamed of walking in all night. (David Copperfield, Chapter 7)

They reunite as adults, the 90’s miniseries has Steerforth kiss David’s head at that point. David still looks up to Steerforth at this point, which eventually leads to Steerforth forsaking him. The point here is that these friendships were not supposed to go on for too long.

And yes, depending on children to raise children in a milieu without adult supervision can definitely go wrong. Even the writers of the age knew it, both Vachell (The Hill) and Hughes (Tom Brown) mention abuse in their novels. Talbot Baines Reed (The Fifth Form at St: Dominic) mentions a clear cut example of grooming. I mention this, because it will be relevant later on.

From the above passages, we can extract the following framework: An ‘inexperienced’, vulnerable boy, is shielded and educated by an ‘experienced’ boy. I can write multiple essays on the topic (And I just might), but at the end of the day, this is what we need in order to move on to part 2.

#Maurice #Maurice 1987 #Boarding School Canon #Edwardian #e. m. forster #Essay #text #1910's #Great Britian #19th century

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Sailor Moon: Reignstorm - Chapter 4: Moon Spectrum Power

Usagi and her friends had decided to stop by the Bob-Floy Ice Cream Shoppe on their way home from school, with Rei, Luna and Artemis joining them along the way. The cats found their usual spots on Usagi and Minako’s shoulders before the girls went up to order. With ice cream in hand the girls started to make their way to the Hikawa Shrine for another study session.

“You’d better have that finished before we get there, Usagi.” Rei said, “I don’t need a repeat of what happened the last time you brought ice cream into my room.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” The bun-headed girl said in response, “Mina made a mess too!”

“Yeah, but I’m Rei’s favorite, so I get a pass.” Minako said, slinging her arm around her raven-haired friend’s shoulders.

“You wish.” Rei responded with a light blush, but without making an effort to remove her friend’s arm.

Ami and Makoto walked behind them, holding their ice cream in one hand and their partner’s hand in the other. Even after they had been together for almost three months, every time Usagi saw the two of them do normal couple things it filled her with joy. She had watched Ami pine after Mako for as long as she could remember, and had begun to worry that Ami would never tell her how she felt. Especially when she thought she lost them during the Galaxia incident. After they came back Usagi strongly considered just locking them in a room together until it was resolved, but ultimately decided against it. She figured it would be best to give them some time to process what had happened to them before forcing something like that. But she swore that if it went on much longer she would’ve been forced to take action.

Although now there seemed to be something going on between Rei and Mina, which was a whole other thing. Originally Usagi just assumed that Mina flirting with Rei was no different than her flirting with… well, everyone. But now she could see why Rei had felt the need to ask her about it. There was definitely something different with how the two of them were acting.

“Oh, by the way, how did your audition go?” Rei asked, referring to the audition Minako had attended to perform at a local club.

“About as well as I expected.” The Guardian of Beauty said, shrugging her shoulders, “They said they’d call me but… I dunno, I really don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

“Aw, c’mon, give yourself some credit. I’m sure you’ll get it.” Rei said with a smile.

“Rei’s right! In fact, I bet we could already celebrate you getting it by going to see a movie before we go to the shrine!” Usagi said, clearly attempting to get out of work.

“No way, Usagi!” Ami rebuked, “We’ve been taking it way too easy lately. I only got a ninety-one on my last English test!”

“Babe, you know that’s not bad right?” Makoto said before taking another bite of her ice cream.

“I mean… It's not great.” Ami replied.

“Ami, do you have any idea what I would give to get a ninety-one on a test?” Usagi shot back.

“You wouldn’t have to give anything if you would just study.” Luna said snarkily.

“Exactly!” Ami agreed, “Which is why we can see a movie later!”

“Ugh, fine!” Usagi finally caved.

Suddenly, the Guardians felt a shift in the atmosphere, and watched as the sky above them went dark, covered in an inky, black shadow.

“What the-” Usagi began to ask before she was cut off by a large object falling from the sky and impacting down the street from the girls.

When the dust settled the team was shocked by what they saw. It was seemingly the Makai tree but… wrong. It was roughly the same size as they remembered, but its bark was jet black, with red leaves coming out of its branches. Branches that were currently flailing around and destroying the city, as it moved around on its roots, which seemed to function almost like tentacles.

Floating in front of the Makai Tree were two figures who Usagi immediately recognized: Ail and An. The team quickly ducked into a nearby alley to transform unseen.

“Well, it’s been a minute, ready girls?” Minako asked, to which the others simply nodded in reply.

“Venus Crystal Power!”

“Jupiter Crystal Power!”

“Mars Crystal Power!”

“Mercury Crystal Power!”

“Moon Eternal!”

“MAKE UP!” The five girls shouted in unison, the alley filling with light and energy as they transformed. When it died down, however, it was clear that there was a problem.

Usagi hadn’t transformed.

“What?!” She asked, looking down at herself, “I said, Moon Eternal MAKE UP!”

Nothing.

“I don’t understand.” Usagi said, ripping the Eternal Moon Article off of her uniform and looking down at it. Nothing seemed wrong with it. So why wasn’t it working?

“You hang back with Luna and Artemis and try to figure that out.” Venus instructed, “The rest of you, let’s move!”

Usagi watched helplessly as her friends ran off to fight. She decided it would be best to get to higher ground, so she began quickly making her way up the fire escape in the alley.

“Usagi, what are you doing?” Artemis asked.

“I don’t know!” Usagi blurted out.

She made it to the roof and looked out to see her friends fighting. They were holding their own, but it was clear they were outclassed. She looked down again at the Article.

“C’mon, I need you to work!”

…

“Jupiter Oak Evolution!” Jupiter shouted as she attempted to attack the raging Makai Tree. Unfortunately, her attack failed to leave so much as a mark on the tree’s body, “Damn, this thing’s tough.”

Meanwhile Sailor Mars and Sailor Venus had engaged Ail and An, but were struggling to get close to them due to their telekinetic powers.

“So what gives? I thought you guys turned good?” Venus questioned while dodging an attack from Ail.

“Good, bad, does it really matter?” An said, launching an energy attack at Mars, which the Guardian of Fire barely managed to avoid.

“Uh, yeah, I would say it does!” Mars said, “Fire Soul Bird!” She shouted as a large bird made of fire erupted from her body and towards An, who effortlessly repelled it with a psychic shield.

Mercury had hung back and was using her computer to analyze their opponents, “This doesn’t make any sense! They’re significantly stronger than last time! And this energy they’re giving off… it couldn’t be…”

“Mercury look out!” She heard Jupiter cry from across the battlefield, prompting her to just barely avoid being crushed by one of the tree’s roots.

“Uh, guys, not to be a spoil sport but I don’t think we’re winning here!” Jupiter said sarcastically while launching another bolt of lightning towards the Makai Tree, which once again had no effect.

“Yeah thanks Jupiter I got that!” Venus said as another of her attacks bounced off of Ail’s psychic shield.

…

“C’mon, work dammit!” Usagi shouted as she shook the Article in her hands, “This is a really bad time for… whatever this is!”

Suddenly, cracks started to form in the Article, and it all but exploded in Usagi’s hands before the newly freed Silver Crystal floated up in front of her face.

“What…?” Was all she could manage to say.

The crystal started flashing different colors in front of her.

Blue.

Red.

Green.

Orange.

Navy.

Sea Green.

Garnet.

Purple.

Pink.

The color sequence repeated, faster and faster each time.

Blue, Red, Green, Orange, Navy, Sea Green, Garnet, Purple, Pink.

Until finally, a new object formed around the crystal. Floating in the air in front of Usagi was a silver compact, with a large pink crystal in the center, with eight smaller, different colored crystals surrounding it.

“Usagi, that-”

“I know, Luna.” She said, grabbing the compact out of the air in front of her and affixing it to the bow on her school uniform, “Alright, let’s do this.” She said with a small smirk before raising her hand into the air.

“Moon Spectrum Power! MAKE UP!”

With that, Usagi exploded into a series of multicolored lights, before ultimately emerging as another new incarnation of Sailor Moon.

Her skirt was white with a pattern on the front which included nine different colored lines. Both her gloves and boots were now white, the shoulder frills which she had on her fuku as Super Sailor Moon had returned, along with her tiara. The tiara was no longer gold, however, but instead silver.

From her transformation four beams of light shot out and impacted her friends, altering their appearances as well. Their skirts were now multi-layered, as hers had been when she was Eternal Sailor Moon, each layer having a different shade of their respective color. They also gained bubbles on their shoulders, as well as knee-high, white boots.

The Sailor team looked up to see Usagi floating above them, utilizing a pair of butterfly wings which appeared to be made of some kind of rainbow energy.

“Sailor Guardians! You guys take Ail and An!” She instructed from above, “Leave this overgrown weed to me.” She finished, tightening her gloves.

So, I have a couple things I should say here:

First, yes Mako bites her ice cream (aka eats it the right way) deal with it.

Second, I don't have a lot of experience writing fight scenes, so if they come off as a little weak, that's probably why.

Third, this is probably one of the more self-indulgent aspects of this fic as I... HATE Sailor Moon's Eternal form. I always wished they had done more to incorporate some of the design elements of Sailor Cosmos as opposed to... whatever they were going for with Eternal, and thus I tried to do that with "Spectrum" Sailor Moon (Having more white on the costume, using Cosmos's skirt design, etc.) I do like the Eternal Forms of the other guardians though and the 90s anime cheated us out of seeing those, so I decided to incorporate them as well. Like I said, this element of the story was very self-indulgent.

NEXT TIME: Sailor Moon discovers the new abilities which come with her new transformation! The Inner Guardians vs Ail and An! And our mysterious masked villain finally makes the scene!

Until then, let me know what you all think! Comments, likes, reblogs, etc. are very much appreciated!

And come back next time for Chapter 5: Enter Reign.

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 2 years

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I'm kinda in the mood for you to ramble about racer harry and yn's early days of their relationship like maybe the first time YN stayed at his home and he's probably kind of excited about the fact that the night doesn't have to end and he just knows he wants this for the rest of his life

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Ugh you know I love to ramble

I feel like the first time she got the opportunity to stay at his house he was still in a tiny flat

And she was half shocked bc she expected him to have some big house that was way too big for just him, all extra with shitty decorating he payed someone to do

But when she stayed over his flat was pretty small, two bedroom max but I’m thinking just a normal one bedroom, studio, something like that

And it was very homey, photos of him and his friends/family tacked up on the fridge, maybe a couple photos of him and his sister or him and his mom in frames in random spots like the living room or in the kitchen

It was obviously lived in, pillows still flat from when he was sitting on them by accident or using them and he hadn’t bothered to prop them back up, blankets still out, a couple pairs of socks still at the edge of his bed with other random things

And he’s a little nervous bc he knows he’s kind of messy and his flat is kind of small so once she’s in and gets a look around she’s like “it’s so cute :( all the photos of your friends are adorable. But I can definitely help with some tidying… maybe decor?”

And he lets her help him out with some small decorations to make his home feel more his home when he does get the chance to be at his flat

But the first night she stayed I feel like they stayed up all night together

Like middle school girls having a slumber party

Sitting and talking, getting to know every single thing about each other over a stack of late night pancakes or shitty takeout from across the street

And they are both so tired but they have to finish a shitty movie they started watching but it was more background noise because they were talking

And Harry is trying to fight his sleep so he can stay and listen to her talk about her best friend in 6th grade and how they fell out and how she’s still angry at her for it even tho she knows it’s dramatic

And I feel like Harry knew that night that he wanted to marry her

They definitely fall asleep on the couch together with the TV still on and all the lights still on

I think that she would stay at his apartment a lot when he was away if she couldn’t go to races for some odd reason

And she would so be that girlfriend who cleans his whole apartment for him, does his laundry and everything

And not bc she felt like she needed to or he expected that but bc the mess either drove her crazy or she just wanted to

The thought of them being girlfriend and boyfriend is so cute

I think bc they moved so fast, I think it was like a year after they met they got married (?) don’t quote me on that I need to go back and check

They were (and definitely still are) that couple that their families always talk about

Like all eyes on them as soon as they walk into any family function because they were always all lovey dovey and the family was waiting for some sort of news, engagement, a baby, another baby… another baby…. Now another baby 😭

And once little Beau came Harry definitely stopped jumping at any chance he could do to something for racing weather that be a random photoshoot for a magazine or something or some interview, he slowed a little when he got with y/n but she came to everything so he didn’t have to be home 24/7 just to spend time with her

But once Beau got there he stopped doing so much and started taking actual breaks once the season was over when usually once the season was over he would do a bunch of interviews and this and that

But now that he had his first baby he wanted to be there every step of the way, even once he found out y/n was pregnant

He wanted to be there for every appointment, every little milestone in her pregnancy, being able to help paint the nursery and set up the crib the pick decorations, and baby clothes, and help secretly plan a baby shower

And he would so very proudly show little Beau off the first race back

He was the attraction to the team, he was the young, hot, new racer, and he was damn good too- the best racer the team has ever had, so he new the camera was focused on him any change it got so he always got to show Beau off once he jumped out of the car, grabbing the little boy and rubbing over y/n’s baby bump, taking him up there with him while he retrieves his first place trophy

Okay I’m kind of blanking

But girlfriend and boyfriend racer harry and y/n are so cute 😢

#racer!harry #harry styles

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I like how you sometimes write in a past tense, like the reader fucken died and then got brought back. which gives me an idea for a fanfic… a Uranus x reader where he looses the reader to whatever death but they come back to life and act like nothing happened and they start to slowly decay until they’re a puddle of zombie mass, and then reincarnate, then the cycle repeats like Groundhog Day.

Reminds me of "Life After Beth", which is a hilariously great movie by the way.

Something as completely ridiculous as this would just throw Uranus off his ass more than once,

you are human? Truly?

You are all he expects first but nothing he ever expects later, despite being so obviously human. You maintain little difference in normal Earth society, you walk hand in hand along the humans, a lower lifeform; fragile and condescending, human in every other way but this one.

Uranus has never been so stumped in all his countless centuries of touring and destroying galaxies. He has seen his fair share of shit, but you take it to another level entirely. He is very confused, slightly but still weirdly intrigued at your peculiarly unique "circumstances".

This goes against everything he has ever known about humans and the natural cycle of death in general. Humans are pathetic; they live and die than nothing. You spin that in a whole other direction and, he won't lie, is oddly tempted to learn more about your condition, as strange as it is. You're some kind of exception to how death's affairs work, to how humans normally function in their impending demise, which only pulls him deeper in an extremely confused spiral.

He kind of wants to witness your reincarnation process up close and personally. Mostly to answer his own questions with his own eyes and ears. Seeing is believing, purely in an educational manner of course; observe, experience and learn. He is keen and pays close attention to all details in his line of work. Ironically, he is a strange type of philosophical than what you'd normally predict. Fitting you suppose, given who and what Uranus is, he won't bother to hide his true intensity.

Fascinating honestly, how determined this alien is to pry in your life. Seems to stem right off his straightforward and rock-hard attitude, he hungers, an endless thirst for battle and conflict. An eagerness to conquer and destroy. To ruin his foes in ways they will never recover from. As his lordship says, "they were made to fight". He was the definition of a destroyer, and he effortlessly broke down all your walls with the sheer force of his will. Wrathful, a brute.

With his weight, he easily sways you with not even 10% of the full gravity of his mass, you fall prey to his gentle touches just as effortlessly. His short temper is a bomb waiting to explode but is endearing in its own strange way. There is personality hiding in the shadows of his intimidation. More than just a weapon, a dead-weight to crush his lord's foes under. He is also more philosophical than what you would ever give him credit for, his timeless memory and experiences far outreach yours, a reach beyond the stars themselves and further than that. You see quickly that he often likes sharing his travels with you, his heart is as big as he is, if not larger. As your one of the few that actually breathes in his physical direction you learn after.

He is feared. Understandably so.

With his curiosity and your...potential "provide", together it adds fuel to the fire.

You never want to add fuel to any "fire" any of the Stardroids light, regardless of the relationship.

This puts both of you in an interesting position, more so Uranus then you, there are a lot of things he considers doing with you. And that isn't something he dwells on often. Theoretically, while you currently die-if your decaying corpse is any indication of that-that certainly doesn't stop your brand-new awakening. You outlive you own current life, falling into the next one in the blink of an eye. You live running on a timer, but while common humans have merely one, your life has multiple. Limitless perhaps.

In this case, you do not have a life, not one nor two. You have lives. You respawn, fit as a fiddle to live out your next one, to then die once more and to yet again, return bright as ever. The flesh fresh, your breath healthy and lively. Like it never fell apart to begin with. So human.

Your cycle repeats. Again and again, your lives end but your time doesn't; not permanently, only temporality.

You prove more than what you originally appear, quite literally I might add. To think, someone like you living aimlessly, so at peace on this damned rock the lower lifeforms dare call a planet. It's a waste, there is much more out there then what even Uranus realizes. Your technically immortal and will outlive any and all pain you encounter. And I don't know about you, but that is intraileally intriguing to a lot of people. Weaklings are worthless, but you have merit.

Potential.

That may be too little for some, but for Uranus its absolutely perfect. That is all the convincing Uranus needs to create more serious conclusions about yourself. Consider more...

let's say 'possibilities'.

You could perhaps, be of use to his lord.

#ask #anon #anonymous #uranus #stardroids #uranus x reader #zombie reader #classic megaman #megaman #will prob edit later im tired

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Movie Review | Robot Monster (Tucker, 1953)

The release of the 2022 Sight and Sound poll has spurred me to start closing off a number of longtime blind spots with respect to classic cinema. I finally made the time to get through Jeanne Dielman... (I'm not writing out the whole title, it's longer than the movie) and Battleship Potemkin, and while at this point I probably appreciated them more than I enjoyed them, the former is certainly growing on me in the days since I've seen them. Both of those I watched on the Criterion Channel, through which I've also been watching a bunch of very good old time screwball comedies. But classics come in all shapes and sizes, and inspired by a recent MST3K-centric episode of The Important Cinema Club podcast and this great review by Letterboxd user sakana1, I decided to finally get around to Phil Tucker's 1953 movie about a robot monster, coincidentally called Robot Monster.

The movie plays like a child's idea of science fiction. The majority of earth's population is killed by a vaguely defined death ray, and the survivors band together as a family unit against the invading robot monster named Ro-Man. We also learn that Ro-Man's entire race is also known as Ro-Mans, and that he's actually Earth Ro-Man, who reports to another Ro-Man known as the Great One through what looks like a bedroom mirror. I don't expect a child to think through their choice of nomenclature, so I will excuse these awkward naming conventions. They're not even called Ro-Men, and we learn of no Ro-Women, but as all boys know, girls have cooties, which must hold for alien races and robot monsters as well. I will not spoil the ending, but it does support this reading.

I had trouble gelling to this at first, because while this is very bad, it betrays an understanding of how real "good" movies should operate. It's the opposite of exciting, but not in a way that suggests it's completely alien to such a concept. Compare this to Manos, another MST3K bad movie classic, and you see how that movie functions more convincingly as outsider art, made by filmmakers so oblivious to the rhythms of normal movies that they invent their own, with every shot framed awkwardly, held a little too long, creaking towards its conclusion like the blips on a heart monitor. Robot Monster only achieves this kind of anti-cinema in the sequences of Ro-Man waddling through the valley, framed so crudely and drawn out so long as to dissipate any tension, while Elmer Bernstein's score booms on the soundtrack. (Bernstein took the gig after being blacklisted.)

When we're stuck with the humans, this movie is regular bad and boring. When we're with Ro-Man and the Great One, this is gold. It helps that Ro-Man's appearance is never scary and indeed rather cuddly and huggable (the movie didn't have enough money for a robot suit, so Tucker hired a friend who owned a gorilla costume). It also helps that after endless, endless scenes of Ro-Man waddling around, mostly in the superior second half, we see Ro-Man's ruthless nature start to thaw, as his love for the last woman on Earth (okay, there's the mother too, but I guess Ro-Man isn't into older women) causes him to question his mission. He confesses to his superior that he wishes to "To be like the hu-man! To laugh! Feel! Want! Why are these things not in the plan?" And push comes to shove, finds himself hesitating to kill. "I cannot - yet I must. How do you calculate that? At what point on the graph do "must" and "cannot" meet? Yet I must - but I cannot!" I suppose at this point I was won over enough by the movie's directness that I was a little moved. Maybe at the end of the day, all Ro-Man needed was a hug.

#film #movie review #robot monster #phil tucker

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My Experience with Pelvic Floor Therapy

I was over two years post-partum from my second child before I finally said to my OBGYN, "hey, things just aren't going back to normal. I regularly do core exercises and I feel like I'm doing kegels correctly, but… maybe I'm not!" She told me to ask my primary care doctor for a physical therapy referral.

I had heard about pelvic floor physical therapy before, in magazine articles and web searches. But it always sounded like the extreme solution. Like, wasn't I supposed to be able to "return-to-normal" on my own after having a baby? Didn't most women?

The answer is… probably not.

The Problem Is That Bad

This is one of those grey areas that we tend not to talk about because it makes some folks uncomfortable. Or because -- like me -- there's a misconception that the "extreme" solution isn't what we need. Maybe, like me, women tell themselves that their problem "isn't really that bad" or is "normal."

Now that I've been doing pelvic floor physical therapy, I can tell you -- the problem is that bad, it doesn't have to be normal, and the solution isn't extreme. Actually, the solution should be more widely available (and is, in other countries).

If you can't cough, sneeze, jump, or walk downhill quickly without having an issue… you shouldn't just live with it. Some women I've talked to can't laugh either. And on the gross end of the spectrum, let's not talk about how bad it is when you have a stomach bug….

These problems are really common. The more women I mentioned my therapy to, the more confessed to me that they had similar issues. In fact, the estimate is that 1:4 women have pelvic floor dysfunction. Which means, you probably know several women who have it too.

The (Not-Extreme) Solution

I'm now 10 weeks into physical therapy and it hasn't been at all like what I expected. I had a lot of misconceptions, actually.

I always thought physical therapy was primarily for people with sports or muscle injuries or who were recovering from serious illnesses like strokes. I pictured it a lot like the movies with people struggling to walk and breaking down in tears. But, to date, I have not seen anyone crying in physical therapy in 20 sessions… except myself. And that has been out of frustration… with myself.

Unlike the movies, my therapy office is kind of like a more comfortable carpeted gym filled with exercise equipment, massage tables, and bizarre props that help with a plethora of muscle tensions. There are always several sessions going on at once, and everyone is very cheerful and supportive (which kind of makes me feel worse, when I cry. heh.)

My therapist is similar to a workout trainer, cheering me on, setting my pace, pushing me to try harder, and correcting me when my posture or positioning are wrong. But, most importantly, she is non-judegmental, encouraging, and… this is what she does for a living.

We regularly think to hire professionals to fix things like our roofs or faucets, but we tend not to hire them to fix our bodies. My therapist's job is to improve people's quality of life by helping them regain (actual) normal function of their bodies. I only wish I'd thought to reach out to a professional earlier.

The First Stages of Therapy

My first few sessions focused on relaxing. Literally just relaxing. That was transformative to me.

See, this whole time, I had assumed I wasn't using my muscles correctly or that they weren't strong enough. But it turns out that was only half of the story. The other half is that my body wasn't allowing my muscles to work correctly and get stronger.

I'm not a doctor or a therapist, so I'm not going to get into all the muscle names and structure and so on, but essentially a lot of muscles in my body were super tense from compensating for the muscles that weren't functioning correctly. To strengthen the weak muscles, I first needed to relax the over-worked muscles.

So for several weeks, I did breathing and stretching exercises twice a day at home and twice a week with my therapist. People always talk about breathing and the benefits of things like restorative yoga. And… I am not a relaxer (ask anyone), but this process really pointed out where my tension was. In fact, it even explained my bruxism! (Did you know that pelvic floor and jaw muscles are connected?!)

Once my muscles were more relaxed and we could target strengthening exercises, I had another revelation: my walking stance has been wrong… potentially my whole life.

Everything is Connected; a Judo Therapy Session

I had a Judo Therapy session a few months before I started physical therapy. Don't know what Judo Therapy is? I didn't either! It was a random recommendation from a humidity system installer who claimed Judo Therapy eliminated his limp. When I looked into the posture and alignment correction it could do, I said, "I have to try that."

My Judo Therapy session was the first time I realized that all of the muscles in my body are way more connected than I thought they were. The Judo Therapist would ask me to move my arm, observe my motion, then press on (what I thought was) a non-related muscle in my back or neck… and suddenly my arm would move easier than it had been. I was shocked. The before and after photos of my posture and neck mobility are crazy. He didn't take a photo of my hip alignment, but that had been off too.

The Judo Therapy session was great and I was sent home with homework to fix my sleeping position, sitting position, and walking stance. I did well with the first two pieces: I retrained myself to fall asleep on my back and I no longer cross my legs while I sit… but the walking stance, I wasn't able to really work on that until the pelvic floor therapy. And it suddenly all made sense why once I started physical therapy.

A Random Pain

I've had a random, re-occuring pain in my mid-back. It's gotten worse since having kids. It's just below my rib cage. Nothing I've done (stretching, massage, the Judo therapy) has ever made it go away. It has diminished from time to time (especially after a good massage or the Judo Therapy) but it's never been completely gone.

This pain is the main thing I was hoping the Judo Therapist would fix. But it turns out he was just one domino. This pain is related to my walking stance, which is caused by poor posture, which is caused by improper muscle use in my abdomen, back, and legs… The very things I am working on in pelvic floor physical therapy. Because, as I said above, everything is connected.

The Continuing Stages of Therapy

My strengthening exercises do contain core exercises -- so I wasn't wrong to focus on that prior to therapy. But they also contain glutes, adductors, quads, and the pelvic floor muscles themselves. And now that I'm nearing the final stages, they include a lot of movement while exercising pelvic floor muscles (think jumping, stepping, hopping… all while contracting). Sometimes the sequence to get the exercise correct is very frustrating (hence the afforementioned crying).

In one of my more frustrating sessions, when I confessed to my therapist that things were going a lot slower than I wanted them to, she said to me, "Rebecca, if this was going to be easy, you wouldn't have needed physical therapy." She also reminded me that, like anything you learn, you learn at your own pace. So, there is no quick or slow because you shouldn't be comparing yourself to anyone else. See what I mean about the encouragement?!

My exercises, like the stretches, are to be done twice a day at home and twice a week in therapy. This is very tiring and time consuming. However, it's also worth it. I miss the early days of the breathing and relaxing, but I'm also glad to sneeze, jump, and cough without an issue. Even if I feel like it is taking forever to solve my problems 100%.

My Conclusions

I really wish I had hired a professional sooner! Hahaha.

In a few weeks, I will "graduate" from therapy, back to normal, with better quality of life, and improved walking stance, to boot. The random pain should be banished, my bruxism will be diminished, and I'll be ready to go back to the Judo Therapist for a progress check-in. Who'd have thought the one admission to my OBGYN would have helped to solve so much?

I also learned, in my repeated life's lessons:

I don't need to suffer through this alone.

I should evaluate my preconceptions to figure out if they are misconceptions.

My experience can help other people.

Hopefully, if you or someone you know is suffering from pelvic floor dysfunction, this story will inspire you -- or them -- to get some help!

#pelvicfloorphysiotherapy #pelvic floor therapy #pelvichealth

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curejiraiya · 5 months

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I don't usually like to headcanon more modern things into a story that are unrealistic to happen, at least not on a public post lol. like ik the average teenager in Japan 10 years ago isn't getting therapy as an option for their ailments I know that, but god idk I have to headcanon that both Hiro and Kouji get therapy between Rainbow Live and King of Prism they needed it so so so bad.

Kouji really needs to unpack how learning about how his father actually died and how the responsibilities of an adult were thrust on him when he was only a child caused him to distance himself mentally from everyone and everything, allowed insane depression to develop, and caused his self esteem to tank. like he got FUCKED up rightfully so by his dads death, did not grieve correctly, and then he's thrown even more information about it again when he's only like 15. That would literally make someone grieve again, he needs to talk to a professional and I think he does.

and fuck Hiro has so much to unpack. it's so much he needed to be in therapy by the age of 3. but specifically in the time gap he needed to work on his self esteem (he doesn't do this) but also his depression. like no I understand why he loses heart and motivation once Kazuki breaks his pride and snaps him to reality. But man, he has the eyes of a broken person. You don't just shift from broken and unable to function to completely normal overnight, there's a lasting impression even when things do get better. I think he got help getting back to normal. plus all the other problems he needs to unpack, his mom, his past, fuck his EVERYTHING.

Idk that man needs medication it would help him so so much and I think it does! I think that's how he gets better; a solid support group and medical help. there's my headcanon. Same with Kouji, like he has the strength to go to America and help and not shut down completely when something is going wrong because he got on medication and got help.

I also think like they continue this treatment lol, maybe when they're actually adults and not teenage adults they could look internally and decide if they still need help, and Kouji probably wouldn't anymore but Hiro's problems are lifelong. but through out Pride the Hero they're definitely still in therapy and on meds, or like at least had to pause their treatment for the plot of that movie and go back to it after.

actually this is my headcanon I can just say what I think happened. I think Kouji stops cuz he's in fucking America I don't think it's realistic to expect someone to see a therapist in a country they do not live in when they're like on a visa. that's what he is on right like he's 17 and he's on a work visa. do they even do that? google says there's no age limit so that's fine. but (even though his reaction is perfect I would not change a THING) I think it has him emotionally distancing himself again. like he puts it on himself to take this huge burden of raising money to save the school. he feels like he HAS to do this, which is true lol but he doesn't ask for help or mourn the loss of the fucking end of his senior year in highschool he just accepts it and goes to America. I feel like he probably wasn't doing very mentally well during that bit of his life lol and to be taken away (literally by being in a different country) from his mental health care would compound that issue. yeah. meanwhile I feel like Hiro is kinda a dope right, he probably still is in therapy throughout pride the hero because he doesn't really have a reason not to be, I just think he's probably not talking about anything important (I did this irl when I was slightly younger then he was in this movie so maybe this is a projection thing). like Hiro's like "hello therapist! today we will talk about the stress I feel when I think about this one specific and inconsequential piece of my childhood, and not idk my entire world crumbling down before me because of some distance between me and the man I like." like he's not emotionally mature enough to address the real problems he's facing yet, because unlike when he got therapy after Rainbow Live the problems aren't over.

but like that doesn't say anything about their characters idk I think it takes a LOT of strength to say "hey I need help" like THAT'S where they grew after Rainbow Live. they grew so much that they got the strength to be able to ask for help. they matured enough to realize they needed it, and to realize that no adult was going to do it for them.

idk I mean this actually isn't a crazy headcanon lmfao but I don't post headcanons usually cuz I'm scared people will make fun of my opinions ;-; but but this is an important one to meeeee these two boys need help! and I think they get it. they deserve to get it

#ramblings #king of prism #hayami hiro #mihama kouji #headcanons #dominic fucking proofread your post holy shit??????? this is UNREADABLE #DOMINIC THE GRAMMER GO BACK AND FIX IT #DONT HIT POST BEFORE YOU FIX IT NOOOOOOOO

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