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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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Day 4: Tweeted- Benny Miller

I have to admit this may be my favorite so far that I have written. I just love Benny so much and how adorable he is.

Check out my November writing challenge masterlist below and let me know if you have any requests for any of the prompts.

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Day 3: Clarity- Maxwell Lord

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It was a strange thing to tell people when they asked about your boyfriend. Yes, he’s an MMA fighter, ex-special forces, and also an overgrown child.

You met Benny eight months ago at one of his local fights. A blind date set up by your friends started out as dinner with a nice normal doctor and ended up in bed with the entertainment for the night. You still felt sort of bad about how you had ditched the doctor but when you thought of how happy Benny made you it was worth it.

You are sitting in the gym watching Benny train with his brother Will. The Miller brothers were a package deal and luckily Will and you hit it off right away. Will is going through some footage from an old fight while you scroll through your phone on twitter. Since you had begun dating Benny, the world of MMA became a norm in your life. You followed other fighters and coaches on twitter and learned as much as you could. It was at that moment an idea struck you.

“Hey baby...babe....Benny!” you shout getting both men’s attention.

“What do you need, Tiger?” Benny smiles at you.

You roll your eyes, you hate that nickname, one time you had one of your nieces' Daniel Tiger songs in your head and you accidentally sang it out loud...one time. But that’s all it took for him to call you Tiger forever.

“Have you ever thought of getting a twitter account for yourself as a fighter? Not like a personal account but something for press,” the look on his face makes you want to laugh out loud.

“What the fuck is a twit….twitter? Is that some kind of STD?” oh your poor golden retriever and his lack of knowledge at technology.

“No...baby no. It’s a social media account that people get to post about their lives. Lots of other fighters use it to connect with fans, and promote their fights, Will back me up here?” you gesture to the other Miller who looks just or more confused than the former.

“Uhm, I honestly don’t know what the hell you're talking about, my girl just got me a Facebook account like two weeks ago,” Will shrugs at Benny.

You roll your eyes so far you can see the inside of your brain before you tell them, “It would be great Benny, we could make you an account tonight when you come over for dinner and I can show you how it works, just trust me baby.”

“I trust you Tiger, how about you get going home and I’ll pick up the take-out and be there within the hour?” Benny stands before walking over to you pulling you into his arms. You have to look up since he is a solid foot taller than you and he pecks you on the lips before attempting to deepen the kiss. Damn this man is insatiable.

“Alright enough!” Will shouts, breaking the two of you apart abruptly, “Let the woman go Benny we need to finish up with this and then he’s all yours.”

“Oh brother, I already am all hers,” Benny tells his brother loudly before leaning down to your ear and whispering, “and she is all MINE.” You can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine before he puts a wet kiss below your ear and gently pushes you towards the door, slapping your ass on the way out. You wave goodbye to Will and make your way home.

Benny arrives exactly one hour later, two whole pizzas in hand, and a six pack of beer. You had been having pizza a lot more often since the other guys started calling you both monsters for your equal love of pineapple and ham pizza. Over the next three hours you and Benny work on setting up his twitter account.

It’s honestly way more frustrating teaching him than you thought it would be. He asks more questions than a grandpa learning how to use a smartphone. You didn’t know a grown man could ask so many questions and so quickly.

“What are followers? Is this some sort of cult website. Babe, I don’t wanna join a cult.”

“So I click this little round A symbol to tag someone in my tweet? Is this even English?”

“Are hashtags named after hash browns because they look like hash browns...wait do we have any hash browns….baaaabbbeee now I’m hungry!”

You groan before slapping your forehead, watching your big MMA fighter boyfriend dig through the freezer for hash browns. Coming back soon with a pout on his face, having found no hash browns. Damn how can one be so adorable?

“That’s it, I got work in the morning. I promise we can work on this more tomorrow!” You stand from the couch popping your joints as you stretch. Benny comes over to you wrapping you up in a hug. His warm arms wrap around you and he kisses the side of your neck.

“Thank you,” the words are slightly muffled against your skin, “I really appreciate you doing this stuff with me. Supporting me with being a fighter, I promise one day I am going to make you proud of me.”

You pull him back, placing your hands on his face. “I am already so fucking proud of you Benjamin Miller and don’t you ever forget it. Yes, you suck at technology butI promise I don’t love you any less because of it.”

Benny goes quiet and the smile drops from his face… “My little Tiger... you love me?”

Oh shit. That’s not exactly how you imagined telling Benny you loved him but when has anything in your relationship been conventional. You take a deep breath meeting his eyes before you smile, “Of course I love you baby. You are the sweetest, toughest, most badass, old man on the planet and I fucking love you so much.”

Benny’s eyes become glassy before he’s pulling you in for a kiss, and wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I love you too Tiger, so fucking much,” he kisses you again slower this time, “go to bed baby I will clean up out here and join you in a couple minutes.”

You pull away first, exhausted not only physically but emotionally too and you kiss Benny on the lips again gently before walking back towards your room. Benny has his own place with his brother but he’s kind of like a stray dog that followed you home one day and never left. Most of his stuff is at your place anyways, since he sleeps there every night. You pull back the covers and get into the cool sheets, from the nightstand your phone pings.

You pick up the phone and see someone tagged you in a tweet. When you open it your eyes water and you clutch the phone to your chest.

@y/n is the best girlfriend on the planet, AND SHE LOVES ME! I LOVE YOU TO BABE!

You press the like button on the tweet before turning off the light snuggling into the blankets. From the hallway you hear the sounds of Benny’s boots on the floor walking towards the bedroom. He gets ready for bed, and pulls you close to his body, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you tight to him. Your head rests on his chest.

Just when you're about to fall asleep you feel him tap your shoulder gently, “babe…” he whispers, “I tweeted all by myself.”

You laugh out loud before snuggling to him tighter, “yes you did, I even liked it. And Benny?”

“Yeah Tiger?”

“I love you too.”

Day 5: Holy - Llewyn Davis

#November writing challenge #Benny Miller #Triple Frontier

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x--daughters-of-darkness--x · 5 years

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LACUNA COIL's CRISTINA SCABBIA Says Next Generation Is 'F**ked' Because Of Social Media: 'They Have No Idea How Real Life Is'

France's Loud TV recently conducted an interview with frontwoman Cristina Scabbia of Italian alternative metallers LACUNA COIL. You can watch the entire chat below. A few excerpts follow (transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET).

On whether their forthcoming "Black Anima" studio album is "angrier" than 2016's "Delirium":

Cristina: "Of course it's the next step, it's the next record. It is somehow, an evolution of the band from 'Delirium', but the record is completely detached from 'Delirium'. We were sure, though, that we wanted to keep the heaviness going because we just like to play live the heavier songs. They're more fun for us; they're entertaining for us to play. So we wanted to follow this direction on 'Black Anima', even though there are a lot of songs that are mellow or at least slower, but they still have that 'disturbing' vibe going on that I like very much, so that can be related to 'Delirium' somehow. We're not [angry] at all; we're actually very positive people. It's not anger. I don't think anybody's afraid anymore of screams and growls in metal because that's part of the package. There was no anger. It's more about a reflection on life and actually being focused on more important things and forgetting the small things and the bullshit that are sometimes we are too focused on. It was a more mature record, yet, very [reflective] and also disturbing at times. Some of the songs put you in a mood that you're, like, 'Why am I feeling like this? But I like it.' We wanted to stop the listener and just, like, sit down, reflect where you're at, how's your life, think about how you can get better, think about where you are right now. That makes me realize that I might be old because sometimes I think, too, myself that the new generation is kind of fucked, especially with social media. They've lost control. They sometimes have no idea how real life is. They're always ready to judge everyone else. Everyone has an opinion even if they have no idea what they are talking about. Everybody is a judge and everybody is ready to jump on the train of haters. This is kind of fucked up. A lot of people are saying, 'Don't feed the trolls.' I have the opposite attitude. If someone comes to my pages or to a LACUNA COIL page, just like there to throw shit to us, I react. I'm not the person that is, like, 'Okay, I'll block you.' I will answer you. I don't mind if other fans will jump on board and will kick your ass. You did something that wasn't right, so you have to understand that what you did was wrong. And if I block you and I delete your message, it's like I'm not paying attention to you. But what I want to do is 'I paid attention to you. You're an idiot. You have to realize that whatever you do brings a consequence.' So, if the consequence is me answering and giving you two minutes of attention, it's not too bad if other people tell you're an asshole and will maybe make you think twice about what you did."

On whether LACUNA COIL has to tour more due to the current state of the music industry:

Cristina: "We still like to keep a balance because we feel that for the longevity of the band, it's really important to keep a balance in between your music, which you love and your job, but also your personal life because I have known so many bands who gave up just because they were too tired of touring. I understand that you have to tour a lot because you want to touch every territory. But if you exhaust your batteries, there's no coming back. Once you're tired, once you're hating this job, it's, like, 'I don't want to do it anymore.' And there will not be a break to repair this. That's why at a certain part in our career, we said, 'We're touring too much. We're getting to the point where we're almost hating each other at the end of every tour because we're seeing each other's faces every day in a condition that is exactly not comfortable, far from home, far from our loved ones, far from our little commodities.' So, we said, 'Let's learn to be more selective. We don't need to do three tours in the same territory in one month. We would love to do it. But if the third time we don't go back with the same passion, that's not good. Let's take more time in between. Let's choose the gigs we're going to play. And we're going to do it with more passion and more energy.' That was exactly how it worked. In the beginning, I had doubts. I like touring, I like traveling. So, I was agreeing on touring and touring and I didn't realize that I was exhausting my batteries as well. But I was, like, 'No, we have to continue touring. It's cool because we have to touch this territory and we have to play here and there.' Then I realized we were getting tired of it. You can feel the tension. You can feel the 'I don't want to play tonight. Oh, we have to play another show.' I don't like this because if you're acting like this, you're dragging everybody down. That didn't happen since we took this conscious decision. It didn't happen. We're still playing a lot of shows as well. It's perfect."

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#Cristina Scabbia #Lacuna Coil #2019 interviews

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ijustreallylovezebras · 6 years

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THERE ARE NO INFINITY WAR SPOILERS IN THIS FIC, IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING/WORRIED :)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A bout of depression hits the reader and she doesn’t want to let Bucky in

Requested: No, but I had to write this.

Bucky’s POV

I woke up that morning, my arms feeling empty and the other side of the bed feeling cold. I frowned a little at that, used to my girlfriend being cuddled up into my side. She never woke up before me, she was never an early riser, couldn’t deal with morning training sessions or morning’s in general. Feeling her absence immediately stuck worry in me as I slid out of bed.

She wasn’t in my room of the compound, that much was clear. The small kitchen area that she’d sit and read in on the rare mornings that she arose before 11:00 was empty, the shower was not running and she was nowhere to be found.

I frowned, the worry creeping further and further into my chest as I walked back into my room and pulled on a shirt, realising that it probably wasn’t acceptable for me to walk around the compound half naked, no matter how much Y/N insisted she wanted me to (she had once gone so far as to hide all of my shirts for a day so that I would have no choice but to walk around bare-chested).

The obvious next place to check was Y/N’s room in the compound. As I approached her room, it became evident that she was in there from the way that the door was slightly jarred open. I met Sam as he walked down the hallway in the opposite direction to me and he grumbled a good morning as he headed for the staircase, clearly making a move towards the kitchen.

I pushed the door to Y/N’s room open gently to find her lying in her bed, eyes open but glazed over, not really seeing anything. She didn’t look over at me when I entered her room. It was unusually clean for Y/N, seeing as though she had been living in my room for the past month at least.

I whispered a greeting to her, wanting to go over and hold her in my arms, comfort her. I had the feeling, though, that she wouldn’t want that, especially with her lack of response at my words.

A week and a half passed and Y/N was still sleeping in her room, still refusing to leave and I didn’t know what to do. I visited her often and would bring her food, though she never responded to anything I did.

I vented my worry to Steve as we wandered down the halls after our training session. He listened carefully, making noises of agreement every now and then and chipping in with his thoughts about Y/N.

I loved her with all of my heart but I didn’t know what I could do to help her, I needed my best friends wisdom or at least I needed to confide my worries in him.

“Honestly, Buck,” Steve starts after I finish my long list of concerns about my girlfriends well-being, “you just need to be there for her,” he says and I sigh.

“I know, I’ve tried that. But I’m shit at telling her that I’m here for her and telling her how much I love her and I don’t think she wants me to be around her right now,”

“Buck, you’ve been sleeping in your room haven’t you?” Steve questions and I let out a breath, nodding in confirmation. “Maybe try sleeping on the sofa in her room, letting her know that you’re always there. I know that this is something Y/N/N’s struggled with her entire life and she told Sam and I once that part of the reason is that she realises that she’s not good enough for anyone and she’s scared they’re going to realise it too and leave her,” I nod at my best friends words, feeling the sadness growing in my chest at hearing what was going on inside of my girlfriend’s head.

“She doesn’t sing anymore, Steve,” I finally say. My words are quiet, almost a whisper and Steve looks over at me properly, sadly.

“Not at all?”

“Not at all,”

“Oh, Buck,”

It was known around the compound that Y/N barely went anywhere without singing. She couldn’t sing, had a God-awful voice but she loved it and her contagious laugh and smile that so often broke through during her outbreak of song made everyone happy and want to join in with her singing.

Whether it was Disney songs, musical tunes, whatever was on on the top charts or songs that she had learnt from mine and Steve’s era, my girlfriend barely went anywhere without belting a song out. I had grown to love her tuneless singing and, often, after nightmares that woke both her and me in the middle of the night I’d ask for her to sing to me, finding comfort in her voice as she would play with my hair and eventually lull me back to sleep.

The compound felt empty and cold without her singing.

That evening I went into Y/N’s room, carrying a blanket and a pillow. My girlfriend didn’t look at me as I entered, still lying with her eyes open facing into the room. It was as though she couldn’t even find the energy to close her eyes anymore. I dumped my sleep stuff on the sofa before going over to her bed, a soft smile on her face.

“Hey doll,” I said quietly, it was as though I was talking to a scared puppy, I didn’t want to talk too loudly in case I should scare her off. I needed to remain gentle and loving despite the cracks in my heart slowly widening at the look of her seeming so... lost. I brushed some of her unwashed hair out of her face and it was then that she looked up at me for what felt like the first time since she had slipped into this haze. “I just wanted to let you know that I love you and I’m here for you, doll. I’m not going to leave, I’m going to sleep on the sofa if that’s okay with you,”

Y/N’s eyes were almost too wide as she watched me retreating backwards, keeping my eyes on her and it almost resulted in me tripping backwards over the sofa. I chuckled a little at my own clumsiness and saw the faintest glimmer of humour in Y/N’s eyes before they glazed over again.

It was two nights later that I saw progress in my girlfriends well-being. I had taken Steve’s advice, spending a lot of time around Y/N, sleeping on her sofa, reading in her room, occasionally reading funny extracts out loud in the same way she would often do to me.

I’d tell her about training sessions with Steve and vent to her about how annoying Sam was but it appeared to have no effect. I tried to play her favourite music, putting together a playlist that was a haphazard mix of Disney songs, Les Miserables songs, some of my music that she had taken a liking to as well as the songs I would often catch her and Parker dancing to in the kitchen when Y/N decided the kid needed a break from studying.

The most I got in response to it was a slight lift of her head when I started to quietly sing along to ‘We’ll Meet Again’ as I busied myself around her room.

Two nights later, though, I was awoken in the night by movement from Y/N’s bed. My eye’s snapped open to look at her and she seemed almost frightened.

“Hey, doll,” I say, wincing at how rough my voice sounded from sleep. Y/N raised her hand in response and shuffled over towards me, almost shyly.

“Can I... can I sleep here?” She swallowed nervously and I gave her a reassuring smile, scooting over and thanking Tony for buying such large sofas.

Y/N hesitantly climbed in under the blanket with me. I stayed still, not wanting to scare her but smiled when she placed her head on my chest, cuddling into me so much that there was no space between her tiny body and my larger one. I wasn’t complaining. I wanted her to be okay.

Just as I thought she had fallen asleep, I heard her whisper:

“I’m sorry for being so fucked up, Buck,”

“You’re not a fuck up, doll. You’re human and it’s okay to feel like this, okay?” I tell her, slowly placing my arm around her and allowing her to snuggle yet further into my chest.

“I love you,” the words are barely more than a mumble but still bring a smile too large for my face onto my lips.

“I love you too, doll,”

Y/N and I started sharing a bed again. For some reason, Y/N liked to sleep on the sofa so that was where we remained for the next few nights until she tentatively led me over to the bed to lie in again. She still said few words, most of them consisting of telling me that she loved me, three words that I would never grow tired of, never mind if I lived for another one hundred years.

I managed to coax her into having a bath, running the hot water and filling it with loads of bubbles for her. She cried at that. Called herself useless and apologising again and again for being so ridiculous. I comforted her and eventually managed to get her into the bath. I didn’t want to leave her alone, it was odd for me now to be away from her.

I loved her so much, I didn’t want her to suffer through all of this alone when she didn’t need to.

She started to leave her room. Not often and she never joined us for whole-team meals. However, she went back to helping Sam preparing lunch for the team most days and sometimes she would even sit in the kitchen and help Peter with his homework and studying.

It was a far-off what she used to be like, barely an outline of her left but the blurry lines were coming more and more into focus every day. The bags beneath her eyes started to disappear, she began to shower regularly again. She kissed me.

But she still didn’t sing.

Things were almost back to normal now. The two of us had moved back into my room, it was bigger than hers and contained more of her stuff anyway so it made more sense for us to sleep there. Y/N went training with Wanda and Natasha and even went for a run with Steve one morning (Steve ran slower to keep to her pace, not wanting to leave her behind).

And she was being more openly affectionate again. During dinner she’d grab my hand under the table and trace the lines on my palm on my right arm or gently run her fingers up and down the metal of my left arm. I’d catch her watching me from across the room during meetings and she’d blush and hide behind her hair when I caught her, grinning. Sometimes when we were out walking together, our hands linked and swaying a little as we walked, she’d pull me to a stop and kiss me out of the blue and it was times like those that I knew that she would be okay. I just needed to be there. I needed to show her she was beautiful.

And so, when I woke up one morning, the other side of the bed cold again, I felt the panic rise in my chest once more. I rose and pulled on a shirt I had cast on the floor and made my way out of my room. I was going to go up to her room but stopped when I heard a voice in the kitchen.

“Keep smiling through,

Just like you always do,

‘Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away”

Y/N’s singing was as tuneless as ever and I loved it. I watched her for a moment in the doorway of the kitchen as she sang along with Vera Lynn to a war song and admired my strong, beautiful girlfriend as she made pancakes.

Finally, I couldn’t contain my joy and wrapped my arms around her from the back, swaying with her as I pressed my cheek against the top of her head.

“I love you so, so much,” I mumbled to her and Y/N turned around, the shine back in her eyes as she pulled me into a sweet kiss that left me wanting more.

“I love you more, Buck,”

“You’re going to be okay?”

“I will be, if I’ve got you,”

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET UP. ANYWAY I’VE SEEN INFINITY WAR AND I’M NOT OKAY

If I post any spoilers, I will tag them infinity war and infinity war spoilers so please get those tags filtered as I really don’t want to spoil anything for anyone, but I will try so hard to not post about it, though if anyone does need to scream for a little bit about it then feel free to message me because I’M NOT OKAY!!!!

#marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky imagines #bucky imagine #bucky fanfiction #bucky fluff #bucky fan #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #not a request

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shiny-the-strange · 7 years

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lmao I really did score quite high on this list of autistic traits....82 of 96, which is 85%, and I might even have some more on there that I don’t realise

idk because I like sharing shit about myself I’ll put what I got below the cut in bold:

Tends to analyze everything constantly

Often straightforward and practical in nature.

Often gets lost in own thoughts and zones out (may display a blank stare)

May appear naive or innocent (despite not being so)

Prone to honesty, has difficulty lying

May struggle to understand manipulation, disloyalty, vindictive behavior and retaliation.

May be gullible and easily taken advantage of, misled, or conned.

May have feelings of confusion and isolation in relation to others

Escapism frequently used to relax or avoid overwhelming situations.

Often holds fixations, obsessions, and extreme interest in specific topics.

Finds comfort in escaping through imagination, fantasy, and daydreaming.

Often has slower reaction times due to need for mental processing.

May have had imaginary friends as a child.

Frequently imitates (takes social cues from) people on television or in movies.

May obsessively collect, organize, count, categorize, or rearrange objects.

Often highly adapted to social imitation.

May find math and numbers easier to deal with due to logic and lack of objective answers.

May struggle to relax or rest due to many racing thoughts.

Often has comorbid conditions, such as OCD, anxiety, ADD or ADHD, depression, bipolar disorder, etc.

Often has sensory processing disorder (sight, sound, texture, smells, taste)

May have dyspraxia (Poor muscle tone, lack of coordination and depth perception)

May have dyslexia

May have an eating disorder or food obsessions

May have been misdiagnosed or diagnosed with other mental illness or possibly labeled a hypochondriac.

Tends to drop small objects

May frequently engage in “stimming” (self-stimulation) i.e., flicks fingernails, flaps hands, drums fingers, rubs hands/fingers, tucks hands under or between legs, clenches fists, twirls hair, taps foot/shakes leg, sways side to side, spins in circles, bouncing up and down, rocking, etc.

May use various noises to express herself rather than using words.

May have a tendency to over-share with friends and sometimes strangers

May have little impulse control when speaking

May accidently dominate conversation at times.

Often relates discussion back to self (sharing as a means of reaching out)

May be incorrectly seen as narcissistic

Often sounds eager or over-zealous at times.

May feels as if she is attempting to communicate “correctly.”

Often struggles with and is confused by the unwritten social rules of accurate eye contact, tone of voice, proximity of body, stance, and posture in conversation.

Eye contact often takes extreme focus, which may lead an individual’s eye contact to be darting and insufficient, or over-the-top staring/glaring.

May have difficulty regulating voice volume to different situations. Is frequently observed as being either too loud or too quiet.

Conversation, specifically small talk, can be exhausting.

May have trouble focusing on/engaging in conversation that is not centered on one’s primary interests.

May observe and question the actions and behaviors of self and others continually.

May have difficulty with back-and-forth conversation

Trained self in social interactions through readings and studying of other people.

Visualizes and practices how she will act around others and before entering various social situations.

Difficulty filtering out background noise when talking to others.

Has a continuous dialogue in mind that tells her what to say and how to act when in a social situations.

Sense of humor sometimes seems quirky, odd, or different from others.

As a child, it may have been hard to know when it was her turn to talk, may still be true as an adult.

Often finds the norms of conversation confusing.

Tend to say what they mean. Are often brutally honest, coming off as rude when they do not mean to be.

May feel misunderstood and tend to over-explain/ramble in an attempt to compensate for possible miscommunication.

Feels extreme relief when she doesn’t have to go anywhere, talk to anyone, answer calls, or leave the house.

Feelings of dread about upcoming events and appointments on the calendar.

Knowing she has to leave the house causes anxiety from the moment she wakes up.

The steps involved in leaving the house are overwhelming and exhausting to think about.

Must prepare herself mentally for outings, excursions, meetings, and appointments.

Question next steps and movements continually.

Often needs a large amount of down time or alone time.

May feel extremely self-conscious and uncomfortable in public locker rooms, bathrooms, or dressing rooms.

Tends to dislike being in crowded areas.

Difficulty sleeping due to sensitivity to environment

May be highly intuitive to others’ feelings, although may not appear to react to them ‘correctly’ in social situations

May take criticism and judgement very personally

May frequently adapt her viewpoints or actions based on others’ opinions

Dislikes words and events that hurt animals and people.

May have had a desire to collect or rescue animals, usually in childhood.

Often holds great compassion for suffering.

May try to help, offer unsolicited advice, or formalize plans of action.

Imitates others without realizing.

May exhibit codependent behaviors.

May frequently reject or question social norms.

Chameleon-like in social situations. Often switches preferences and behaviours based on environment and other people.

May outwardly appear to have little investment in hygiene, clothes, or appearance, often prefers fast and easy methods of style.

Clothing style is likely more focused on comfort and practicality, especially in the case of sensory issues.

May possess a youthful appearance and/or voice.

May have trouble recognizing what she looks like and/or has slight prosopagnosia (difficulty recognizing or remembering faces).

The emotions of oneself and others may seem confusing, illogical, and unpredictable.

Expects that by acting a certain way certain results can be achieved, but realizes in dealing with emotions, those results don’t always manifest.

Often speaks frankly and literally.

Certain kinds of humor, such as sarcasm and metaphors, may be difficult to understand.

Can be confused when others ostracize, shun, belittle, trick, and betray.

Often has trouble identifying feelings in others unless they are extreme.

Trouble with the emotions of hate and dislike.

May have feelings of pity for someone who has persecuted/hurt her.

Situations and conversations sometimes perceived as black or white.

The middle spectrum of outcomes, events, and emotions is sometimes overlooked or misunderstood. (All or nothing mentality).

May notices patterns frequently.

May be fascinated by words or song lyrics.

Tends to best remember/learn things in visual pictures (visual thinkers).

May have a remarkable memory for certain details, i.e., may find it surprisingly easy to remembers exact details about someone’s life.

Executive function is often a challenge

Learning to ride a bike or drive a car may be rather difficult.

Anything that requires a reasonable amount of steps, dexterity, or know-how can rouse a sense of panic.

The thought of repairing, fixing, or locating something can cause anxiety.

May have a hard time finding certain objects in the house, but remembers with exact clarity where other objects are.

May frequently second-guess oneself and ask a lot of questions before engaging a task or situation

#shiny's log

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