#i need you guys to know this that even with my adhd and time blindness and severe

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

hey google, can i skip ahead a couple months to where i already have my currently complete novella length manuscript published and have 2 of my in progress works seralized?

[scorpiondancing]

My favorite Wangxian fics:

Check the tags! I like all Wangxian dynamics 🖤 (I know it's not everyone's cup of tea)

(some of my favs sadly were hidden but these are the ones still up and ready to read)

Lan Never Kiss and Tell by FeelsForBreakfast

Explicit • Modern au

Wei Ying discovers Lan Zhan has kissed everyone in their friend group and decides he needs to remedy that IMMEDIATELY (more than kissing ensues)

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we don't need to talk about it by: vesna (mrsronweasley)

Explicit • Modern au (fake dating)

In order to get an apartment they pretend to be a couple and they just keep pretending even when they are alone.. and eventually fall in love for real

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Midnight, The Stars, And You by: Carrie25

Explicit • Modern au (coffee shop)

Lan Zhan works at a cafe while going to college and his new coworker Wei Ying turns his life into a bit of chaos. Only a lil bit of angst (like barely)

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your problem as a mountain. by: cupofwater

Explicit • Canon Divergence (no war)

Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian send each other letters about their desires and fantasies. Nie Huaisang's brother unknowingly sends off the ones he labeled "Lan Wangji" to the man himself

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solstice: 那夏天的我们 by: auberjing

Explicit • canon divergence (cloud recesses arc, no war)

Wei Ying decides he needs to teach Lan Zhan how to please himself... as a good friend. It all spirals out of his control

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The Sculptor by: Eleanor_Fenyx

Mature • Modern au (1970s)

Lan Zhan and Wen Qing are in a lavender marriage and when he sees an ad to be a model, he for some reason takes it. Who would've thought that the artist was just his type

(Such good pining + lil misunderstanding)

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Punchline by: jiangnan

General Audience • Humor

“Sorry guys, I’ll only know love it if hits me in the face!” Wei Wuxian laughed....

And then Lan Wangji punches him

(It's so silly, I laughed so hard. Truly adore this one)

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i'm gonna drown when you wake up by: teenjiism

Explicit • Modern au

Neurodivergent Wangxian, getting together, slow burn, banter, PINING. It's just so good and I relate way too hard to adhd demisexual Wei Ying

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in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by: varnes

Mature • Modern with magic

Local florist, Wei Ying, seems to have a "magic touch" when it comes to plants. Lan Yuan meets someone he calls "Doctor Flowers" and Lan Zhan's apartment rooftop garden suddenly grows exponentially.

(I adore fics with A-yuan 😭)

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the soft animal of your body by: sysrae

Teen Audience • Modern with cultivation

BIG WHUMP WEI YING 😭 but it has a happy ending

Lan Huan needs a sitter for his newly acquired rabbit... and Wei Ying was in need of a warm bed and a shower.

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Going on charmingly by: scribbet

Teen Audience • Canon Divergence

Cloud recesses arc but Wei Wuxian was a disciple of Baoshan Sanren and he is better of for it.

Lan Wangji is a lil sassy in this one

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breaking in soft fires and wildflowers by AhoyTheShipOfDreams

Explicit • canon divergence (set during sunshot campaign)

Lan Wangji gets cursed and he must have physical contact at all times or he will be in immense pain and eventually die. Thankfully Wei Wuxian is there to help

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Meet Me Friday At Seven by: craftyTrickster

Explicit • Modern au

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan meet when they both have a blind date with other people and decide to keep meeting before and after each date to commiserate.. it's slow burn but they work it out, lots of oblivious pining bc of miscommunication

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Traveling in shadows, chasing your light by: MusicMe_tc

Mature • Canon divergence (getting together)

Lan Zhan gets hurt protecting Wei Ying at Nightless City. He gets taken to the Burial Mounds where Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen both learn they may have misjudged the Yiling Patriarch while they all heal Lan Zhan

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A Haunting Love by: omegas_m, Selenay

Explicit • Modern with cultivation

Lan Zhan moves into a house that seems to be haunted by a very talkative ghost.

This one is full of mystery, suspense, romance, ANGST but a very happy end

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paint smears on sunny days by: SnowshadowAO3

Explicit • Modern au (getting together)

Lan Zhan is running late to pick up his son but thankfully his son's art teacher watches him. And Lan Zhan may or may not fall in love at first sight.

I love the softness and cute little A-Yuan.

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it's a long road but we're not alone by: Stratisphyre

Mature • Canon Divergence

Jiang Yanli and Jin Ling "disappear" along with the Yiling Patriarch.

16 years later Lan Jingyi is on a night hunt and meets some rogue cultivators who remind Lan Wangji of a certain someone.

(Wangxian get together in the end)

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A More Practical Approach by: Elhana

Teen Audience • post canon

The Lan elders want to stop wangxian from doing it all the time so they make Wei Ying a teacher. He finds a way to teach the students with elaborate arrays and mazes in order to buy him and his husband some alone time

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Yearning for Miles by Murahi

Mature • Canon Divergence

Wei Ying finds an artifact in his dorm room at the Cloud Recesses. When him and Jiang Cheng test it out, they can see the future. With the help of Nie Huaisang they plan to change everything.

THIS IS THE BEST LONG FIC 🛐 I cried

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The Light That Fails to Dim by: glowingreverie

Teen Audience • Canon Divergence

Wei Ying gets taken in by the Nie sect but still is able to learn the sword and not the sabre.

Really underestimated how angsty it would get but such a good happy end with brothers nhs and wwx along the way

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inevitable everything by: isablightwood

Explicit • Canon Divergence

Wei Ying is Baoshan Sanren's adoptive grandson and still learns demon cultivation but differently. He offers his help with the Sunshot campaign but only if he can marry Lan Zhan

This one is angsty with unexpected twists + happy end

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Adventures in babysitting (or attempts at romance) by: Morgana_avalon

Mature • post canon

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan get turned into 5 year olds and Lan Xichen needs Jiang Chengs help

This might not be everyone's fav but I love baby Wangxian and secretly love the VERY rare pair. Unexpectedly fell in love with them (read the tags)

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The Golden Cutsleeve by: syrus_jones

Explicit • Canon divergence (Cloud Recesses arc)

Wei Ying saves a girl from being spiritually attached to an adult toy by attaching it to himself. Unfortunately he gets caught "just testing it out to make sure it's really attached to me" and in a dumb moment he gives it to Lan Wangji thinking he wouldn't actually use it right?

(Embarrassing but so funny, I love this one)

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A new found family by: MusicMe_tc

General Audience • Canon divergence (Cloud Recesses arc)

Lan Zhan gets turned into a baby and Lan Qiren has to take care of him while keeping it a secret. Unfortunately Wei Ying misses his buddy and sneaks into the Jingshi and finds a familiar looking child. He is given permission to help out and Lan Qiren gets a soft spot for the boy.

(Wangxian get together)

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The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane

Explicit • Modern au (accidental baby acquisition)

Wei Ying wakes up and finds a child in his apartment with a note from his cousin and no clear idea on how long this kid is gonna stay. Suddenly becoming a dad while in college is a lot. So he misses music rehearsal. Thankfully Lan Zhan comes over to check in on his classmate and ends up staying to help him out.

Acquaintances to lovers with a kid to speed things up

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[ladykailitha]

Murder in the Heartland Part 5

Hey, all! Sorry about last week. Sometimes my ADHD really kills me on time blindness and executive dysfunction. And last week it hit me hard. So my delightful husband @mjwproductionsandfilm helped a gal out so I could make sure you guys had a chapter.

In this we have Eddie taking a nice trip to Hawaii and maybe getting what he was after.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Interviewer: You don’t think you owe fans your time? That’s a little selfish, don’t you think?

Steve licked his lips as he glared at her: No. I don’t. As I said, I don’t need the money to live. I have this beautiful home on this beautiful island. I want for nothing, I need nothing. If the success from my books were to dry up tomorrow, the only people who would mourn are those who want to read any future works I would have done.

Interviewer: What do you mean?

Steve shrugged: If people aren’t buying my books, my publisher isn’t going to want to print other stories I might have in me. Yes, this is the last Joe Kerry book, but I could decide to write a fantasy novel or even my own autobiography. But if there isn’t a market for it, it won’t get published. But I wouldn’t care. I enjoy writing and only started publishing my works because my best friend and now agent Robin Buckley thought that I should. So no, I don’t owe my fans anything.

~

Eddie had already spent on month of chasing his own tail when it came to the case he was working on. Murray had solved three cases in the time Eddie had taken on this one.

“You know,” Murray said as Eddie sat hunched over his notes for the billionth time, “I know the kid said he wouldn’t have had the money to fly anywhere, but maybe he had cash stashed away somewhere she didn’t know about.”

Eddie raised his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “So you think that maybe he did get on a flight somewhere?”

Murray shrugged. “Only way to find out.”

“Fuck.” Eddie was on his feet and grabbing his jacket and keys in an instant.

“Good luck!”

Eddie showed up at the airport with a winning smile and his PI license. And after some digging he was able to find out that someone matching Billy’s description had bought a plane ticket with cash. But it was to LA and Max had been adamant that Billy would have avoided California all together.

“If he was trying to to get to Hawaii,” the receptionist said, “he’d have to have a layover in LA. It’s the only way to get there.”

Eddie blinked at her for a moment. Hawaii would be the best place to get as far away from Neil as possible. He thanked her and went to a pay phone.

He called Max and told her he needed to get on a flight to Hawaii.

“You really think he could gone all the way out there?” she asked, skeptically. “He didn’t have that kind of money.”

He thought about it for a moment. “He would have if he sold his Camero.”

“Oh shit!” she said. “Yeah that would have gotten him pretty far even if he hadn’t got much for it.”

“I’m getting on the next flight to LA,” Eddie said seriously. “Then onto Hawaii. That will be the hardest part because there is more than one island, but I think we’re getting close.”

“Get to it, fly boy!” Max huffed with a breathy laugh.

“Aye, aye, Captain!” Eddie snarked right back. He hung up and then called Murray to let him know what was going on.

“You lucky duck,” Murray huffed. “Pack sunscreen and a lot of books. Try to make yourself look as tourist-y as possible. You don’t want to accidentally tip Billy off and have him do a runner on you.”

“Roger that,” Eddie said and then hung up. He bought tickets for tomorrow and then left the airport feeling optimistic he was on the right trail at the very least.

And even if it was a bust, he’d at least get a nice vacation on Max’s dime. It would be good to get out of Indiana for awhile.

Wayne laughed him off when Eddie offered to take him with, siting that he was too pale for Hawaii and to enjoy himself.

~

Eddie had been in Hawaii for two weeks and he was absolutely sick of it. It got hot in Hawkins, but this was ball sticking hot. He was started to get literal swamp ass, he was sweating so much.

He was on Maui, the last island he was willing to spend time on to look for Billy and he was giving himself until the end of the week to find him before he called it quits to give Max the bad news.

He was drinking a vodka and coke with pink, paper umbrella and trying not melt into the bar, when bartender got off and the new guy came on.

“That tattoo, Eddie from Iron Maiden, yeah?” the bartender asked, indicating to the tattoo peaking out of Eddie’s white tank top with the sides hollowed out.

The spider was on full display as well as most of his other tattoos, so Eddie really wasn’t paying attention. “Yep! You a metal fan?”

“Hell yeah, man,” the bartender said cheerfully. “Would love to see Maiden in concert.”

He looked up and into the crystal blue eyes of Billy Hargrove. His blond hair had been died brown and his face clean shaven, different from the little mustache he wore back in Indiana.

“That would be the dream,” Eddie said with a winning smile. “But tickets are just so hard to get these days.”

“I know, right?” Billy replied. “You have to camp out for days and even then there is no guarantee you will get there before the scalpers.”

Eddie snorted and took a sip of his drink. “You’ve got that right.”

Billy tilted his head and regarded him a moment. “You look really familiar, do I know you from somewhere?”

Eddie pulled out a photo and slid it over. “And for the record, no one knows you’re here. Just me and you say the word, I won’t know you’re here either.”

Billy’s eyes went wide as he slowly picked up the picture. He let out a sound that was a cross between a whine and sigh of relief.

“Max,” he breathed. He looked up at Eddie. “Max sent you?”

Eddie nodded and then slid over his business card. “I can’t say I know why you ran or how you even got here, but seriously. I was about to throw in the towel.”

Billy picked up the card and a huff of laughter burst from him. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Oh god. That’s fucking hilarious and so on brand for Max.” He pocketed both the picture and the business card.

He wiped down the counter. “I just got on, but if you’re willing to hang around for a couple hours we can talk when I go on break.”

Eddie held up his glass and shook it with a grin. “Then you better keep ‘em coming!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Billy said with a laugh. He got another rum and Coke and set down in front of him.

Between other patrons Eddie and Billy talked about metal music and places Eddie had seen in Hawaii. Just keeping the conversation light so no one around them knew anything was out of the ordinary.

Finally Billy was allowed to go on break and Eddie followed him to an out of the way booth and slid in on the other side.

“It took a bit to remember you,” Billy confessed, fidgeting nervously. “I’d come to you for my weed and shit. So this is what you’re doing now? Fucking Magnum PI shit?”

Eddie snorted. “I wish it was that fun or thrilling, but no, it’s pretty boring shit for the most part. But hey at least I got a two week vacation paid for by a client so it’s not all bad.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Billy said with burst of laughter. “I guess being a PI in Buttfuck Nowhere, IN wouldn’t be as fun as it would be here in Hawaii.”

“Dude, I don’t know how you can stand it,” Eddie groused into his glass. “I have swamp ass like twenty-four/seven. It’s horrible. I want to go back to Indiana because at least the heat isn’t this.” He waved vaguely at the rest of the island.

Billy chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s probably because I grew up in Southern California, but I love it here. I’m happy. I’ve got a girlfriend, my own place, a job I enjoy and waves to surf every morning, like this is it for me, man. I really, really do love it here.”

“So if you don’t mind me asking,” Eddie said cocking his head to the side. “Like why blow out of Dodge? Why Hawaii? How Hawaii?”

“That’s a lot of questions,” Billy said after laughing hard. “The why? I told my dad that I wouldn’t report him for abusing Max if he cut town after I did and Hawaii seemed like the farthest I could go with out needing a passport.”

“That makes sense, like holy shit,” Eddie replied. “Neil is a fucking piece of work. I had to talk to him when Max first hired me and believe me when I say I had to shower three times before I got the slick off my skin.” He paused for a moment. “Reminded me of my dad. A real asshole.”

Billy nodded, grimacing in sympathy. “As to how, that’s still something I’m trying to figure out, because it plays out like a Hollywood blockbuster, man.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked, cocking his head to the side again as he regarded Billy. The other man was twisting in his seat nervously and picking at the label of his beer bottle.

“So there I was trying to hitchhike out Hawkins to at least get to Indy,” Billy explained. “And who should pull up in that fucking maroon Bimmer of his?”

“No fucking way!” Eddie said, leaning forward. “King Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington?” When Billy nodded, he threw himself back against the seat. “Well, I’ll be damned. So he gave you a lift to Indy?”

“He did more than that, man,” Billy said shaking his head. “His parents had just kicked him out and he was on his way out of town himself. He gave me money to get on a plane to anywhere I wanted to go.”

“Why would he do that?” Eddie asked in confusion. “You two got on like water and oil, I would have expected for him to give you the bird as he flew past ya.”

“Well considering we were both sporting black eyes and split lips...” Billy said with a half shrug.

Eddie took that to his chest like a bullet direct to his heart. He sucked in a breath and it caught in his throat as tried to take that in. “And then what? He drops you off at the airport?”

“He was headed that way anyway,” Billy said with a smirk. “Even promised to send my Camero my way once he got settled.”

Eddie’s eyes were bulging out of his head now. It just seemed so surreal. “Let me guess, it wasn’t even a whole month before you got the call that it had arrived?”

“Try a week!” Billy crowed, shaking his head. “I always thought Harrington had more money than sense, but it was nice to get my car back. Had to give her a new paint job, but it was still nice to be able to get around to find a place to live and get a job.”

“You’re own guardian angel,” Eddie agreed. “How did you know that Neil would keep up his end of the bargain?”

“I’ve got a friend in Hawkins who calls me once a week,” Billy said with a shrug. “I have a tape with proof the abuse, so all I have to do is send it to them, and he’s as good as arrested and he knows it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to move back to California.”

Eddie shook his head. “He wants Max’s settlement money. But your pal Steve-o set up so not even Susan can touch it.”

Billy snorted. “So he’ll wait until she turns eighteen, that rat bastard.” He threw his head back and rolled his eyes.

“Give me the evidence,” Eddie said suddenly. “You’ll have kept up your half of the bargain, and get rid of the rat bastard. I can even say I found it looking for you and when I realized what I had I turned it over to the police.”

“You’d do that?”

“I like the kid,” Eddie said with a shrug. “Getting Neil as far from her as I could would ease a worry I have.”

“Yeah,” Billy said rubbing his chin. “Then once he’s been put away I could contact Max and let her know I’m okay.”

Eddie nodded. “Sounds like we have an accord.”

Billy grinned and shook his hand. “So we do!”

~

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[sorapricots]

Blueberry Pie

Summary: Wade Wilson is finally home, with Mary Puppins and his new friend Logan. And he cannot wait to eat your classic blueberry pie.

Pair: Wade Wilson x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Wade Wilson is a warning, curse words, sex jokes, blood mentioned, tell me if there's more warning I didn't put in this list

A/N: as my promise, a wade wilson fiction is here. I hope I can write down Deadpool’s character well cause let’s be honest unless u have the same lvl of ADHD u will have a hard times to write down Deadpool’s character.

W.C: 1,9k 

It’s been two days. Two days since you realized your lover, Wade, was gone. And in those two days all you do is just sit in the kitchen area, staring at the door, waiting for Wade to come back. TV can be heard in the background with Blind Al commenting on it every once in a while. You are glad that you decided to just agree with your lover when he suggested staying with Blind Al instead of searching for a new apartment. You don’t know if you can stay sane enough if you have to wait for Wade alone.

“Girl, stop sitting in front of the door like a guarding dog, why don’t you join me enjoying this devil’s dandruff.” Blind Al’s voice snapped you out from your daze. You look at her sigh a little bit before you walk to her.

“You really need to tone down inhaling that sinful powder before your whole organs are covered with it y’know” you jokingly said as you sat beside her. Blind Al just gives you a snort. You just let her do her thing while you blankly stare at the TV. 

Oh how you miss your man. Even though he can be annoying with all of his sex jokes, you still love him nonetheless. You frown a little bit, worried start to eat you out again as you watch Blind Al. Without you realizing, you start to pick on your fingers, a bad habit you do when you are nervous or scared. As much as you want to believe that your boyfriend can’t die, you can’t help but worry about him. 

Suddenly you hear commotion on the road in front of your apartment. Your brow furrowed as you looked at Blind Al who looked like she didn’t give any care in the world with the commotion outside. Without saying anything you quickly look from the window near the TV. 

When you open the window, the destruction of a small shop you used to visit greets your eyes. A lot of sparks sprouted from the shop. Your eyes widened while your brain tried to decide if you should go down and look closer or not. A sudden tap on your shoulder makes you yelp.

“What in the hell is going on down there?” Blind Al asks as she tries to “look” at the road. You let out a deep breath before you briefly explain what happened to her. She muttered some words under her breath that you didn’t bother wanting to know. Both of you now stand beside each other, watching the shop. You are so focused on the shop that you didn’t realize there’s a large sparkly circle across the shop.

“What… is that…” you muttered to yourself as you moved your eyes back to the shop. Suddenly you saw two figures. One in a red suit and the other in yellow spandex. For a second you thought you were hallucinating, not until you rubbed your eyes that you are sure that the figure in a red suit is none other than your lover.

“Wade?!” you screamed. The guy in yellow spandex looks up to your direction as you quickly cover your mouth. Blind Al once again tries to look in the same direction you are looking right now which she failed miserably.  Suddenly you see your lover on his knees with his body language screaming in joy while the man in yellow spandex looks at him with pure disgust. 

“What is happening…” At this point you are talking to yourself as you follow the direction of your lover’s body. There’s a dog… in a red suit too, running to him. You tilted your head to the side. A bit confused when the dog jumps to him like it has known him for a long time. Your man and the rugged man talk for a bit before you see another man in a red suit running towards them. You gasp looking at his face, looks the same as the Wade Wilson you know before he became the way he is right now. The three of them then start talking before the Wade without the mask turns his body to the same direction he came from. 

A gasp escapes your lips when you see dozens upon dozens of deadpools variants walking through the sparky circle. Your hand automatically holding Blind Al’s arm as you wait to decide if both of you should duck and hide or not. Blind Al is about to ask something but you softly hush her down as you can feel the tension of danger thick in the air. 

The deadpool with ponytails talks briefly before she pulls out two guns and starts shooting towards your deadpool. You pull Blind Al away from the window a bit as you see the man in yellow spandex run to hide behind the car with the dog in his hand and your lover using the normal face looking Wade as his shield while following the rugged man. You internally slap your forehead as you claim that the deadpool with the mask is indeed your lover.

You then decided to retreat from the window trying to pull Blind Al with you but the woman refused to leave the window. So you just let her be as you walk back to the kitchen. Your heart is beating fast due to the mixed emotions you have right now. You quickly grab a glass of water to calm down your nerves while gunshots and people fighting can still be heard on the outside. 

“Motherfucker, I wish I was deaf.” Blind Al said. You let out a snort as you can tell from the sounds itself how gruesome the fight is. 

“Sure you are,  Al.” you retort back as you decided to just start baking to prepare when your lover finally comes back.  As much as you are worried about him right now,  something in your heart tells Wade will come back home. You start to prepare a bunch of ingredients for your specialty dessert that Wade loves so much. A blueberry pie. 

You start by pulling out the pie crust dough that you keep in the fridge. Letting it soften up a bit as you start mixing fresh blueberries, lemon zests, lemon juice, sugar, flour, and cinnamon powder. After you are done mixing them you check the pie crust before you start to flattened the pie crust dough and put it in the pan. Once it’s done you carefully dump the blueberry you mixed before and put pie crust strips on top of it before you chuck the pan to the oven. While waiting for your pie, you decided to cook food other than dessert since the clock was about to hit lunch time. 

“Hey Blind Al, what do you want to eat?” you ask as you wipe down the kitchen counter from all the mess of the pie ingredient. Althea walks to the kitchen slowly and sits on one of the stools. Her back facing you instead of her face. She let out a spicy wings as her answer. You hummed in agreement as you started to cook the food. 

“Sunshine? Al? I’m back!” You and Al heard the door open as Al started to walk to the door. You immediately run after her and see Wade holding the dog and his new friend. You let out a small scream before you run to Wade. In which he is quick enough to give the dog to his friend before you crash his body with a tight hug. You let out soft sobs as you hide your face on his neck. Didn’t care with the dirt and blood on his suit. You are glad he is safely back home now. 

“About damn time! You holdin’? I’m all out devil’s dandruff  and I’m shaking like an angry vibrator!” Al angrily spoke. You can feel Wade let out a sigh as his hand rubs your back softly with his other hand holding your hips. 

“Thank you, Al. We have company.” you pull back a little as you give Wade’s new friend a welcoming smile which he returns back with an equally polite one. 

“Baby, Althea, this is… this is Logan.” Wade stares at Logan briefly as Logan gives him a quick nod. You chirped a quick hello with a smile. Logan answers with a nod his head to you.

“Nice to meet you, Logan” Althea lifts her hand as an invitation to shake hands with Logan. To which the man returned it back. You cannot stop smiling because you see that not only is he safely home but also has a new friend. 

“And this ancient anal shit not, is Mary Puppins or as I like to call her dogpool. Want to treat yourself to a little stroke?” You let out a giggle when Logan gives back Dogpool to Wade and he slowly holds out Dogpool towards Althea. Althea carefully reaches out and touches Dogpool’s tongue which she immediately pulls her hand away.

“Oh my God, Motherfucker.” you let out a loud laugh as you watch Althea and Wade continue talking while Logan just shook his head in disbelief. Suddenly you hear a beep from the oven. You clapped your hands quickly.

“Oh! It’s ready! Come, come take a seat. I’ll prepare you all something.” You pull Wade’s arm and Althea while Logan follows behind. The three of them sit at the dining table as you put your blueberry pie out of the oven. You quickly whip out 4 plates and a pint of vanilla ice cream. Skillfully cut the pies and scoop the ice cream before taking it back to the dining table.

“No way!” Wade chirped excitedly as he let down Dogpool who then started running to you. Your smile widened when Wade help you to bring the plates to the table and sit down beside you. 

“Logan you have to try my Pookie’s Pie! It’s the best pie in the world. Especially with vanilla ice cream!” Wade talks like a child as Logan stares at the dessert for a second before he carefully eats the pie. You watch Logan intently wanting to know if he likes it which he does let out a content hum while nodding his head. 

“It’s good. Thanks, bub.” Logan said as Wade squeals as he gives you a kiss on the cheek making you laugh before he dives into his pie. The four of you start talking with Wade’s hand holding yours tightly. 

.

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“Thanks for the pie, mi amor. It’s the greatest pie I ever knew.” Wade, already back in his casual outfit, softly said to you as you watched him wash the plates. You smile as you turn off the water faucet and pull him towards you. Caging him between your legs. His hands immediately went to your hips as your hands circled his neck. 

“Anything for you, love.” you whispered as you stared at his eyes. Hands carefully play with the staples that he had on his head for securing his toupee. 

“I was so worried you would not come back, Wade.” your voice quivers as you watch Wade frown a little. He rubs the side of your body before one of his hands cups your cheek. Thumbs carefully wipe your tears as he coo. 

“You know I will always come back to you no matter what, sweet.” you let out a whimper of sadness as both of you close the gap between your face. 

“You promise?” you softly ask him. He nodded before he kissed you softly. 

The kiss is soft and full of love and passion. There’s no lust or aggression behind it. A kiss that makes you sobs even more as you can feel how much love Wade has for you just through his touch on your body. 

You both stay like that with both of your foreheads touched while basking in each other’s warmth. 

[pocket-jack]

Hey, guys! I decided to torture myself before sleep beacause... Why not? So, here's KidKiller's rough sheets with some headcanons I have for the guys (probably with a lot off mistakes cus my browser refuses to fix them for me)

Kid time, baby

I draw him differently now. I know his face looks more... diamond shaped in anime, but I can't get rid of his square coded energy, so... Heart-shaped it is!

When he recieved his eye scar he didn't lose the ability to see, but now it get's dry really fast and if he won't do something about it it'll gonna ache.

He had multiple piercings on his ear, but his powers just kept pulling them and one day almost ripped his ear of, so he (with a manly tears) decided to take them off.

I headcanon him wearing a corset, because he's a little chubby and he can't get rid of this extra fat (not with his appetites). Also everytime when he takes it off, not only he's forced to look at his hanging stomach, but he's also has to fight off Killer. Killer's only dream was for Kid to be well fed and happy.

Nor his, nor Killer's sexuality is defined by them, but actually based out of other's observations. Kid is pansexual because he's kinda gender blind. For him it's confusing that you're weak just because you have tits and extra hole between your legs. He's also demiromantic. Both of those preference he acquired during Kutsukku (where you couldn't trust anyone, even your lover. And where the gender norms were the least of your concerns)

He also have undiagnosed ADHD which mostly give him extra impulsivity and also now the metal can speak (thank ye, neurodivergency!). Sometimes it's stresses him the hell off, especially during Kutsukku. He could not sleep because of all of this buzzing he kept hearing from EVERYWHERE. Now he can control it, but sometimes it returnd and he has to suffer.

Metal also responds to his hidden emotions. It may float when he thinks, reflects or remembering something. It may rumble when he's angry, concerned, scared. Or it may form something if he's happy, in love or something like that.

He's hard rock kinda guy, we all know this, but I headcanon him as a music lover in general (so whatever makes his brain go bzzt, mostly rock). I find Thrown a couple of month ago and it's sounds like something Kid would like (probably even kin, esp Backfire). MSI is a basic thing for him to have (every punk need at least one song in their playlist). I guess not every person will understand it, but Пшлнхй is such a Kid coded song (Every Russian proverb, but one part is just sending you to fuck yourself is something that Kid would do irl. The chorus is just... mmm)

Killer, my beloved!!!!

I love headcanoning him as androgenous. He has a feminine features: oval shaped face, eyes with big eyelashes, even his lips is a little softer than the average male lips. That is the main reason why he hid his face, because everyone would bully him fot it when he was young. Killer was confused with a girl a lot during his time on Kutsukku.

During timeskip he strained a lot of muscles just to get stronger. He was neglecting himself most of the time, because he had a mission: to become stronger so he'll never fail to protect Kid ever again. They also been really distant during their training. Only when Killer hurted his arm they bounded again. Kid was surprisingly a good mentor for his healing. Probably because their trauma was almost the same

When he's wearing a mask he usually get's his hair out of the way so it wouldn't mess with his vision

Pre timeskip he wanted to work on his style, feeling obliged to do so, cus his crew was dressing up in colorful styles. He choose to fit into more West Bluish kinda style (cowboy boots and pants). But then anxiety hitted him and suddenly he felt too vissible and everyone was looking at him and... Let's just say it wasn't a pleasant expirience for him. He just wanted to show that he was a part of the crew too, but now he feels himself too overreacting and dramatic and stuff. It took a lot of time for everyone to convince him that it wasn't about the look, but more about the comfort. With their support Killer started wearing something he likes more, and it felt fantastic. He actually started to like himself in the mirror a bit more after timeskip and then Wano happened

Killer is asexual beacuse of the amount of trauma he suffered during his childhood. I hc him having a low libido too. He's still feels romantic attraction (only for Kid), and if he asks, Killer will have sex with him without hesitation. But it's only for Kid, OR for his sake

It is so logical for him to have OCD. Just him casualy living and then the dread that if he won't do something usefull his crew will see how fucking usless and worthless he actually is and live him behind the same his parents did just suddenly hits him. Oh hey! Anxiety! Abandonment issues! This man will explode, please, give him a hug.

It got worse after Wano. He's doing bad things with his face and no one knows. Even Kid. (I love making them suffer for the sake of Hurt\Comfort)

I am 100% sure Killer is a Queen guy. It just gives me Killer vibes... The same with Elton John. And also... To fit in his pre timeskip cowboy vibes into the oven,,, He's actually like country rock alongside with glam rock. Barns Courtney is his favorate

So... How do you like my silly little headcanons? Maybe I post something about Heat and Wire too. Welp, I'm fainting out of exaustion, bye!

[dragonagegayz]

Sometimes, A Hug is all you need <3

Rating: General Audiences

Game: Dragon Age The Veilguard

Characters: Sammy, Velasco (The lovely @adhd-riddled-crow 's characters!) Bas, Oz and Skunch (My guys)

Word Count: 1,999

Summary: Sometimes, we all just need a hug.

This is for my wonderful mutal @adhd-riddled-crow! I am so sorry it took me so long 😭😭😭😭😭 I hope it is fluffy enough to be worth it😅😅😅

Naturally, the bar was dead for the time of night and the day Samual and Velasco chose to show up.

Well, chose was a bit generous. Where they dragged their bodies to after that damn sudden Venatori fight, what those idiots were doing in Treviso was a mystery but they had managed to get the slip on the two Crows and while they got out alive, it was a bit by the skin of their teeth. That was how they ended up stumbling into some unknown Treviso bar, climbing onto the bar stools and practically slumping over the counter. Sammy was cuddled up nice and cozy when the owner came by and yelled if they weren’t going to buy something, they could get out. That was how they ended up with unknown drinks in their hands, practically untouched as the two lay along the bar, its sticky, thick scent of old beer lingered in the elf’s nose, which made him wrinkle it up.

“This kind of sucks,” He mumbled into his arm, not missing the way the other man’s face scrunched with amusement. “I don’t know, I think that went pretty well, all things considering,” Velaasco took a swing from his drink, and Sam had to giggle at the face he made when the liquid hit his tongue. “The rewards aren’t as sweet as I was hoping,” The older man mumbled out, setting his glass back down and giving it a glare. With a stretch much like a cat, the elf raised from the bar, letting out a sigh and wincing as his shoulder tickled with pain. “I think we were lucky to even get to the bar, and it’s shitty drinks,” Sam mused, looking down at his own drink with a bit of disgust, the smell of alochol was unreasonably strong almost like cleaning product. He heard a hum come from the other man. “It could be worse,” Velasco answered. “We could be dead,” He reasoned.

Right as the elf was going to respond, the door opened, and training taught him to snap his eyes over to where it came from. Three people walked through the door, two very tall qunari and one very short elf. There was a joke in there somewhere. Sammy knew who one of the qunanri were, Bas De Riva, had seen him around the Crow’s roost a couple of times, he was very hard to miss after all. The other two were a mystery though, the qunari had a blinded eye, jagged horns and the eye that wasn’t blinded had this poisonous green tint around it’s irsis, he was very tall, slim wasited and with a cocky sure grin on his face. The short elf looked exhausted, with dark eye bags and mused brown hair, where it looked like he hadn’t been able to brush it in several days. His chocolate eyes blinked a few times as the tall, younger quanri spoke to him, laughing at some joke he just said with a chuckle. Bas also laughed, shaking his head as the three made their way to the bar.

When the older qunari noticed Sammy and Velasco, his eyes lit up with recognition.

“Hello, you two, you look rather rough.”

Leave it to Bas to state the things most people would keep to themselves.

Velasco gave a grin, toasting up his drink. “Ran into some Venatori, nothing we couldn’t handle though.” Sammy gave him a side eye, a frown playing on his lips. He sure felt exhausted, sure felt tired to the bone. The older qunari was obviously quick to pick up on his status as he came to sit down next to the young Crow, a gentle hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “Are you alright?” He asked in a quiet, low tone, one that only the young Crow could hear. The elf sighed, rubbing at his eyes a little as he looked down into his drink. “Tired.” He murmured out, pushing the drink away from him as the sting of alcohol did nothing but upset his already queasy stomach. A rumbling hum came his answer as the old qunari gave a nod of understanding before looking up to the others in the group. “Velasco, Oz, and I will get a round of waters for the group. Skunch, stay here and keep Sammy company.” The Crow elf glanced over his shoulder at the other elf, his eyes were wide for a moment, there was a bit of a pink tint to his cheeks as he opened his mouth to say something but was ignored as the three older man santered their way past, going to the bar tender to get said waters.

The two elves stared at each other a little awkwardly before the tired looking one tried to give a smile, but really it looked more like a grimace on his face as he stepped close and took the seat Bas had been in.

The awkward silence stretched again.

“So… Sammy?” The brown haired elf asked, a Grey Warden by the looks of his armor, holding out a hand in an attempt to be polite. “Yeah, or Sam. You’re… Skunch?” The Crow asked a little unsure, sure he had misheard the name Bas had called him, as he took the hand offered to him. A smile, tired yet humorous, bloomed on Skunch’s face. “Yeah, yeah… It’s a long story. I promise my real name isn’t Skunch.” Sammy laughed at that, pulling back his hand and tilting his head to the side. “Oh yeah? What’s the real name?” The Grey Warden smiled, a mischievous little grin, and right as he went to answer, the three older men were back, an extra glass of water in the two qunari’s hands. They were set before the elves, before they were gestured to follow, coming round to a big table where all 5 could sit comfortably, now able to face each other. Sammy was quick to gulp his water down, sighing under his breath at the cool feeling of it dripping down his throat, coming to sit and ease the knot in his stomach. A hand was reached out across the table, and at the end was the tallest, youngest qunari with his blinded eye. There was what could only be described as a flirtatious grin on his lips. “I’m Oz, by the way, it is a pleasure to meet someone as downright cute as you.” With a giggle, the Crow graciously accepted the handshake before sitting back down, watching as Velasco dug an elbow into the presumed Mourn Watcher. “You gotta flirt with every living, breathing person you come across?” Oz smiled as he took a swing of his water. “Just want everyone to feel appreciated, that’s all.”

A laughter came over the group as they fell into quiet chatter, about this and that, nothing heavy, just a light, casual way of conversation.

Oz and Velasco were easily the loudest of the group, boasting about different monsters slain. Bas was the quietest, just giving nods and polite laughs as he sipped down his water, keeping a careful eye on everyone just like a doting father. Sammy and Skunch were relatively quiet themselves, occiouslly jumping in with a quip or their own stories but still they kept themselves occupied with drinks and the occasional shared look, like they knew something that everyone else didn’t but the Crow wasn’t sure what it was, it didn’t seem the Grey Warden really knew either. Eventually, the night started to wind down and the younger Crow found himself yawning, though he tried to cover it with his hand, but the oldest qunari was quick to catch it.

“Tired?” He mumbled and Sammy just nodded, closing his eyes momentarily before fluttering them open, jolting a little to see everyone around the table staring with fondness in their eyes. “W-what?” He asked quietly, looking around to see what they were staring at. “That was the most adorable yawn I think I have ever seen.” Oz mused, hand coming on the table so he could rest his chin against it, giving a wistful sort of sigh which only made the young Crow’s cheeks burn. A shared chuckle came over the group at his reaction as the older qunari stood from his chair. “I shall rent out a couple of rooms. I believe we could all use some rest.” A shared murmur of agreement overcame the group as Bas headed back towards the Bartender. Skunch stood and grabbed everyone’s glasses, careful to balance them as he headed towards Bas with them in hand. “Do you need…?” Sammy tried to ask, but he found another yawn came out of nowhere to interrupt him, which the other elf giggled at. “It’s alright, I got them. Though…” A yawn came from his mouth as well. “Your yawns sure are contagious.”

Whatever passed next was a bit of a blur as the exhaustion finally started to catch up to the young Crow, eyes dropping down as he tried to keep his head up with his own hand against the table. He blinked, and the group was gathered around him. He blinked again, and they were going up some stairs. And then another, and he found himself at a door with a warm hand resting on his shoulder.

Sammy looked up to see Bas smiling down at him.

“This is your room.” His thick accent was soothing to hear.

“Oh.” The young elf answered.

Another round of chuckles came from the group, but they weren’t taunting, they were these adored sort of laughs.

“Need anything else from us?” Oz asked as he placed his own hand on the other’s shoulder. “Yeah, you ok?” Velasco placed a hand on his back, his hands warm and steady. There was a bit of a pause as the Crow worked to gather his tired thoughts into one.

“How bout a hug?” He murmured, half joking, half serious.

A warm breath played on his ear as Bas leaned down, his large arms coming to wrap the much smaller Crow in an embrace. “Of course, you may have a hug.” He mumbled softly, holding the perfect amount of pressure around the much smaller assassin. Another set of large arms and then another came around, it was warm, it was comforting, it was…

Missing someone.

“Skunch?” Sammy asked out, voice tired, sleepy.

There was an awkward chuckle in response.

“Oh, I’m not very good at hugs… I-” Before the excuse could come out, Oz snorted and one hand was pulled from the younger. “Oh, come here you.” And with that, the young Crow found the other elf wrapped in close as well, both at the center of this wonderful, homey embrace. The Grey Warden squirmed a little, probably taken aback by the sudden force used on him but he was quick to settle, his own set of arms coming to wrap around the other younger elf as he sighed. Sammy didn’t miss the smile that graced his face either.

This felt safe, this felt loved, and this felt exactly like what the young elf needed after such a rough day.

A gentle kiss came to his forehead.

“Gentle hands around the gentle Crow. Sleep well, fledgling, we will be here when you wake.”

A smile came to the young Crow’s face.

“Why not take this cuddle pile to bed?” He asked.

Oz’s sharp laugh was the first to come as all the arms around the young elf tightened with the rest of the group busting out into giggles.

“Whatever you need, kid.” Velasco chuckled, light and airy.

“Uh, just a forewarning, I move a lot in my sleep.”

The group pulled back slightly, all staring down at Skunch, who had a sheepish sort of grin. “What? Isn’t that what you warn people about?”

Another round of laughter came, and while he was still exhausted, a new sort of light sat in Sammy’s chest as he looked around the others, a smile gracing his face.

[buckley-diaztruther]

there is a lot of folks really heated at eddie for this last ep and I gotta say yall, none of it felt ooc to me. I think in the lead up so many folks built up a fantasy of what they WANTED from the ep (eddie fondly exasperated but indulging buck completely in contrast to cruel skepticism from temu) when the reality is eddienhas ALWAYS been a bitch(affectionate) when it comes to his skepticism. Just because it feels weird to us to see him getting along w temu again doesn't mean it's ooc. I think we also built a fantasy of him now aggressively hating temu because he saw he was classic petty eddie at the bachelor party. but 1. I don't think the show would be THAT overt w Eddie's jealousy, he always displays it in little looks and comments but is otherwise generally neutral if not nice to bucks partners. 2. it is possible for eddiento be jealous and still like temu as a friend, much as we wish he didn't. they've effectively written put temus dark past and it's all about him just being dry humor and sarcasm, which at times can line up well w Eddie's humor. there's a reason they got on so well at the beginning of s7, no matter how we as temu haters feel about it.

also, folks are really defensive of buck being roasted by both of them purely bc theyre defensive of buck in general (same bestie same). the fandom has clocked very early on that buck is some flavor of adhd and the RSD is out the wazoo on this guy. and a lot of us empathize w that, can relate to it. and inthink that leads to a LOT of projection. not a bad thing, but I think that it can make folks a little blind to the nuance. buck can be genuinely hurt by the dismissal from eddie and eddie can still be ok and fine for laughing and poking fun to an extent. him and buck have always had a relationship that was heavy with friendly jabs and mocking and roasting bc thats a very normal thing in relationships, esp ones that are secure. it's easy to be comfortable ribbing each other the way they do (and they've said some BOLD shit even early on) because they trust each other to not go too far and that their relationship is still secure at the end of the day. it's newer, less certain relationships where you're going to tip toe around sensitivities until you really understand a person's boundaries. and while buck has clearly struggled w being put down and rejected, outside of the divorce era it's never been something that is obviously a crossed line for buck and so I don't think this is anything more than a silly 'et tu brute' kinda feeling from buck. I don't think he's really THAT torn up about eddie laughing.

also I'm gonna say something a lot of folks hate to hear. even if buck genuinely is so distressed at every perceived rejection, that is NOT Eddie's responsibility. eddie is his friend (and future husband I know) and yes, he should and does have care for bucks feelings and boundaries. but sometimes people act like eddie has to coddle buck and treat him like a baby to protect his feelings or that eddie just never would ever be mean or dismissive to buck and 1. that's not true and 2. RSD means something that was 100% ok yesterday might feel like a devastating rejection today and unfortunately, that's for buck to contend with. he's an adult and responsible for his own emotions and reactions. he can be hurt and work thru them (solo or w eddie) but even in romantic relationships it's not all gonna be sunshine and rainbows and not every hurt feeling needs to be met with a thousand apologies and amends because sometimes w rsd your reaction can be disproportionate to the cause and that's up to buck to tackle w his therapist.

I say this all, BTW, as someone w extreme rsd who v much was amd is buck in a lot of my friend groups - the 'immature', naive and hyperactive kid who won't shut up and gets their feelings hurt at every little thing and then youre getting hurt more because you're laughed at for being sensitive. it fucking sucks and a lot of that was extrapolated by having shitty friends. and yall, the 118 are not that.

Anyway sorry that got way out of hand and I went on a huge tangent but tldr stop acting like eddie is ooc and a dick for laughing at buck and stop treating buck like a baby when he's a grown ass man thank u love u

[justonemorechapternicercy]

I wish a happy, peaceful and stress-free birthday to my beloved @unbeknownstunknown I hope your day will be at least okay, but hopefully as wonderful as you are. (I'm not sure if you still like Nicercy or not, but hopefully yes. 🫣) I love you my dear. I wish you the best, because you deserve it!

Grover knew things. Most people didn't realize that; next to the big Percy Jackson, he was basically invisible. Even after following Pan's footsteps, he was still just a background character. Not that he minded, of course! He'd rather be just a side note than live through what Percy had to experience in all of his life. (He would NEVER want to be a demigod. No way.)

So, it wasn't like he minded being forgotten by people who weren't his friends. It made it possible to see things; to hear things.

To know things.

Like how the Stolls did most of their pranks. Or how Rachel found the loophole in her virginity oath. (That one was not something he wanted to know. Like, come on, girl! With Thalia?! Not something Grover wanted to know about his friends…)

Or how Nico di Angelo has been in love with Percy ever since the first time he looked at him. And how the literal second half of his soul has been in love with Nico ever since the guy saved their asses in the Battle of Manhattan. To be fair… the two of them weren't subtle. (Yet they still didn't realize their feelings. Idiots.)

Usually he stayed out of other's lives. He knew their secrets, but they were not his to spread. He just kept them. Like pretty jewels on a shelf; pretty, but basically useless. He only interjected when it was really important. Like in the battles. When he had to notify Percy about new rumors from Olympus. When there were gossips about Juniper.

But… maybe some secrets were more important to share than to keep.

For years, he saw the pinning grow. How crush turned into love, how suspicion turned into blind trust. Sometimes he suspected he knew them better than they knew themselves. He'd seen them grow up, from naive mortals to battle-hardened almost-gods.

He was the happiest he'd ever been with Juniper; didn't Percy, his soulmate, deserve the same happiness? Deciding to get involved was a scary thought. But not as scary as it was to imagine his best friend settling down with not having the best thing for him. To imagine Grover getting married and having the love of his life for the rest of their immortal lives, while Percy was thinking he wasn't loved, adored and cherished by Nico.

That was unacceptable.

He loved Juniper. He wanted to marry her, to have children with her, to spend the rest of their immortal lives with her. And seeing Nico and Percy laughing with each other, “talking” without any spoken discussion, being so comfortable with each other, yet believing their feelings were unreciprocated… Grover knew.

They deserved to have the same thing he had with his beloved.

Getting the two together was probably easier than expected, but harder than it sounded. He went shopping for Juniper's ring, taking Percy and Nico with him. For moral support, of course.

Not because he knew that as soon as they would get into the store, the two of them would stare at the rings with interest. Nope.

“Nico?” Grover asked. The younger boy raised his eyebrow curiously. “Do you think Percy's and Juniper's fingers are the same size? I forgot to ask about her ring size.”

Nico thought for a second, turning his head to look at Percy. Grover already knew the answer. “Yeah, I think so.”

They looked at the glass, studying the rings under it for a bit longer. Grover imagined how the rings would look on Juniper's gorgeous finger, and he suspected Nico was also thinking the same, except in his mind it was Percy's finger.

The Sea Prince was walking back and forth in the shop, like the ADHD demigod he was, before he walked up to them, throwing an arm around Nico's shoulder to check on their progress.

“Percy, I need your help,” Grover said. “Your finger is the same size as Juniper's and I want to see which ring would fit on her.”

Maybe seeing a ring on Percy's finger, Nico would realize he should put a ring on it.

“What do you think,” he turned towards Nico, “would look the best on-? I mean… If you were buying a ring for Percy, which one do you think would fit?”

His two friends were staring at him, bewildered. Too much? Probably.

“That.”

But it worked. Nico's answer was too quick, his choice was too perfect to hide he was thinking about it before.

“Oh,” Percy sighed. The ring really was perfect. Thin silver band with a tiny blue stone in it; deceptively graceful, just like Percy was.

“I would wear it,” Percy confessed, eyes still on the jewelry, his ears suspiciously red.

“Oh,” Nico exhaled.

“I would…” the Ghost King coughed, light blush pinkening his unhealthy pale skin. “I would buy it. For you. If you want, that's it. From me.”

It was painful to watch. Like a chariot crash. But Grover couldn't look away. It was happening!

“I mean… if it was you buying it, for me… That would be. Uh. I'd love that?”

They were so awkward. It was adorable. Grover felt like he was both the proud big brother of both, and the long-suffering love expert who has been waiting for this moment for years.

“You- really?!” Nico looked so excited; like a puppy. Hellhound, Grover admitted, but a puppy nonetheless.

Percy swallowed. “Yes,” he breathed.

Nico's mouth dropped open a little, as if he was surprised at how easy it was. Well. Probably it was surprising for him. Grover knew.

“Would you- really? Will you… Is it just…”

Percy blushed, redder than Grover ever had seen him before. “I will marry you. If. If that's what you- Was that? I mean.”

“Yes.” Nico was nodding, like one of those little toy dogs in the cars, bobbing his head up and down. “Percy. Will you marry me?”

Grover sighed, not bothering to hide his proud smile. Finally! After years and years and years… It was finally happening.

“Yes.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Caine and kinger x reader with ADHD

Caine and Kinger x reader w/ ADHD

yahoo!! gonna knock out some requests today !! this is gonna be based off of my own experiences btw !! not much else i can think to put in this authors note so! ill just get on with it note from the future, little longer than i intended but thats mostly because admin started relating TOO much wuh-oh

CAINE:

caine is honestly really good about keeping you on track when theres a task at hand. i dont know about you, but i tend to wander about when im working on something; to check on something else repeatedly then coming back to what needs to be done and just go back and forth.(shit im even doing it now, the getting up and checking on things thing even though i know the thing is fine/complete) i like to think that caine would be pretty okay at making sure you get the thing you need/want to do done! i dont think theres meds in the digital world, i mean yeah sure you can ask for them but since theyre digital theyre not going to actually. do anything. but lets say in a hypothetical au where this all takes place in the real world and caine is a real person, he would make sure you take them consistently and on time. honestly this hc isnt really part of the ask but; i generally like to think that caine likes to follow routines and schedules as closely as he can... maybe its the ringmaster thing since hes tasked with keeping everything running but... shrugs

very supportive when you make a small mistake in something (like this is just a general thing, though) and isnt too obnoxious with trying to hold or regain your attention is something happens to the side and steals it away. very patient and polite with it, i think

last minute addition because it hit me like a sack of bricks. time blindness. fucking time blindness. you know how i mentioned that caine is good at keeping you on track? i think he would be good with helping you out with that, at least some of it. mostly logging your activities and him keeping an eye on the time (which he already does so its not like an extra habit he needs to pick up.. though if it werent he would pick it up in a heartbeat. literally anything for you, he loves you a lot)

KINGER:

honestly he might start to mimic your stims and fidgets! he doesnt mean to mock you, no i just think he would start to reflect your actions after spending most of his time around you to make sure you're okay! while caine keeps you on track, kinger is likely to go with you when you wander off to check/do something else. really unless its something time sensitive or really important is when hes going to start outwardly reassuring you that the other thing is fine. honestly, in an au with the real world i was originally going to say he would have a chance of forgetting to help remind you/ask if you took your meds (if you take them) but i think he would take stuff like that way too seriously to even DARE forget. like yeah sure you're not going to d1e if you forget to take them for a single day but still. he'd probably be like this with any meds tbh, so if you're prone to forgetting youll be fine as long as you have kinger around! gibes you pillows for fidget stuff, if you are feeling restless. or perhaps even goes on a walk with you around the circus grounds. like idk about yall, or if this is something completely unrelated, but my legs HURT when i sit too still. like down to the bone, if i dont get up every now and then its agony; sleeping is hell and on days its worse than others (like im talking sometimes i need to be in near constant movement) (also jerky arms and legs) (anyways)

also very polite with returning your attention to where it needs to be but honestly given that kinger himself is shown to space out at least twice in the pilot i think sometimes you guys both get side tracked and struggle to remember and/or get back into the flow of what you were originally doing

ponders

tldr; caine keeps you more on track with schedules whereas kinger embraces your flow a little more but both are respectful of things and dont really make you feel less than + remind you to take care of yourself

[itsaspectrumcomic]

man ok idk if youll be able to advise on this or something but like. do you know anything regarding dealing with like internalised ableism?

i live in a rural part of ireland, right? and idk what it is about rural ireland but some of the people are heinous. my school is in a small miserable-ass town and like. God, man. not everyone sucks, of course but like. jesus lol additionally i have a ~mildly ableist~ mother (a "we're all a little bit autistic" and "erm. youre not disabled because youre not in a wheelchair or blind/deaf" etc etc type stuff. + "npd = bad person" which isnt particularly good for me specifically because i have npd (that i both Cant get an official diagnosis for, for various reasons, and im not really Looking for one either because i know what i am and its not like you get support for it because ~ooh scary narcissist~.)

and like. idk if this is Obvious but that can kinda cause a weird-ass relationship with You (being Me in this case, yk how it is with the second person perspective when. ranting) and The Concept Of Being Disabled. like, objectively. im disabled. im autistic, ive definitely got adhd (that im hopefully going to get examined for at some point cause college stuff requires it for the disability forums and stuff. gotta love that. fuckin 80% comorbidity right?), ive got a laughable number of repetative strain injuries, i have a sensory processing disorder, an endocrine disease that effects my Entire cardiovascular system, a spine that felt a lil quirky and bent in too much. so on a so forth

but also like. it feels wrong to call myself disabled. yk, like im doing a disservice to all the other ~actually~ disabled people (being Anyone but me lol) (none of this is At All helped by the fact that my mother refuses to listen to me regarding Jack Shit about my health in Any way. "oh you nearly passed out on top of a hill because of your cardiovascular condition? erm youre just not exercising enough actually" "you dont have depression [said while i was filling out an assigned mood diary after being forcefully brought to camhs for Reasons" like. shut the fuck up and Listen to me please. at least Entertain the idea that i could be right about something for fucking once lmao. cause ive been right about EVERYTHING regarding my mental health so fucking far so. fuck off /nay ofc) (also man. like, even if you ignored the physical issues ive got im still disabled on account of being autistic. like, motor function is fine, despite being a lil clumsy and/or unsteady sometimes but like. my emotional needs are Fucked. think of the response youd get if you asked a. fuckin. 8 year old or something to do algebra. but with a very emotionally stunted and traumatised 17 year old lol. lmao, even /lh)

so like. if youve got. any advice or whatever on any of this thatd be Super cool + no pressure obvs. sorry this is a whole. like. fucking essay's worth of Random Guy Complaining To You On The Internet lol

-🐢 <- just so i can find this again if you respond. i Like Turtles. i am Normal about the tmnt and also turtles The Creatures. i wont talk at length about turtle mutant anatomy (i am deceiving you)

Internalised ableism is a really hard thing to deal with, especially when you're surrounded by people who constantly re-enforce it. I've also spent a lot of time worrying that I'm not disabled 'enough' to deserve certain accommodations, that I'm making an unnecessary fuss. But the truth is, autism IS a disability and if there are accommodations that can help support you, you deserve access to them. You're not taking away from others with disabilities by advocating for yourself.

It's taken me a long time to understand this and I still worry sometimes. What has helped is talking about my experiences with people I know understand, like my therapist or best friend, and learning about the experiences of other autistic people through books, social media, YouTube and even real life.

I'm sorry your mother and others aren't being understanding - remember that's a them problem, not you, and try to spend your time with people who do understand.

🐢🐢🐢 <- the turtles wish you luck

[chamomiles-thoughts]

Hi all, this is a bit rambly and long but I’d love to see if anyone has similar experiences. I have been questioning whether I am neurodivergent for a long while now, but not in a position to see a psychologist. I know you guys can’t diagnose me, but I would love to hear other’s experiences. I can maintain a job and such, but I do question whether I have ADHD.

I get distracted easily. Some current and past feedback at work is that I get distracted by “the new shiny thing.” I get distracted hearing phone calls and meetings at work. My mind wanders.

I feel like my forgetfulness has become more of a problem because I don’t remember feeling like things are constantly out of sight, out of mind. Mainly things like food. I have to take notes when people at work tell me to do stuff or I’m in meetings, because I feel like things fall out of my brain. At the same time, I’ve got a good memory for my mobility routes and things like personal details others tell me. I don’t struggle remembering dates/appointments, mostly, but I also have to put them in my calendar just in case.

I need clear, preferably written instructions. I tend to feel overwhelmed in long meetings. I feel like information, tasks etc just fall out my head when they’re being told to me.

My brain feels like constant chaos. I’m always thinking, there’s always some songs stuck in there. It is literally that million tabs open meme. I struggle falling and staying asleep because of this.

I need constant stimulation. I love shopping malls, cities, being productive at work. I get depressed if I’m not busy.

I have always had some sensory issues – I hate loud, crowded areas because I can’t filter out all the noise and get told “Oh, I have hearing issues too.” I love concerts but hate live music at pubs. I like touching things, I love weighted blankets but light touches make me cringe (not painful, just uncomfortable), I hate tight shirts and fabrics like wool, I like perfumes and bath bombs but very sensitive to smells - I can't even kiss my partner after he's eaten chips, for example. I don't know if this is a blindness thing or not.

I have low frustration and stress tolerance, I cry when I'm frustrated (which pisses my mum off). I've always had a bad temper, especially when younger, which led to me getting in trouble all the time at school.

I “scatter-gun” my interests. My supervisor pulled me up on this. I’m in HR, which I love, but also interested in journalism and cybersecurity. I switched uni degrees 3 times. I’m always like “I want to try this new thing.” One example is talking about trying jiu jitsu but shortly after wanting to try swimming. I feel like I’m not consistent in my interests, with the exception of writing.

I've always felt different, the odd one out. But I also never believed in comformity and fitting in, my parents never pushed it on me etc. In the past:

Never concentrated on schoolwork unless it was English, my favourite subject. It wasn’t until Year 9 or 10 I began paying attention, but still struggled with maths. However, I did really well in uni, particularly from 2021-2024 when I changed to part-time studies.

I struggled with things like due dates. I’m good at memorizing dates now but I have to put them in my calendar. For example, there have been 2 times I’ve nearly missed exams when I was younger.

Always preferred assessments to exams, I feel like I forget everything when it comes to exams and I’d much rather write a research essay.

Always struggled understanding instructions in school.

Speaking of school, I was “the naughty kid.” The school wanted to diagnose me with ADHD but my parents refused because I was good at home and it was for the money.

Always told “you’re so smart but need to apply yourself” and “you’re so smart but lack common sense."

Why I don't think I struggle with ADHD:

Fairly good at remembering details like dates, but I have to put them in my calendar just in case.

I don't think I struggle with executive dysfunction? I don't know, honestly.

Caffeine doesn't relax me. It helps me focus and stay alert, but doesn't it do that for everyone? I get too brain foggy without it.

[junowritings]

Hello! If you could do another matchup with Gale, since you mentioned that you nearly shipped me with him too, I'd really appreciate it! Thanks so much sweetie ^-^

I'm an autistic girl who also has adhd, asthma and chronic joint pain. I work as a librarian currently and am simultaneously very smart and scholarly and also full of energy. I'm definitely the sunshine person in a group, I love taking care of people and I'm very good at making other people laugh, I have a very dry witty sense of humor. I'm also super short, 4' 10"/147 cm, but I can get kinda insecure about it when dating. I have a very boyish style, long wavy auburn hair that floofs up around my head, glasses and I'm pale and covered in moles and freckles. I also love being out in nature, and if I can't be I bring nature to me, I have tons of houseplants.

Thank you so so much, have a great day!!

Sorry this took so long hun! Had to take a quick break from working through matchups but I'm hoping to get a couple more done so thanks so much for your patience on this~!

With that being said here's how I think things could go with...

I know we talked about how Halsin would appreciate you, but we know who else would love you - Gale!

The lovestory here damn near writes itself, especially given your current occupation. I mean where better for Gale to stumble upon love than a place teeming with potentially valuable and intriguing knowledge? More than likely this is where the two of you first cross paths - perhaps he’s come in looking for information on whatever subjects got his head racing with a thousand and one questions that need answers; or maybe he’s searched high and low for a specific subject material and this is his next stop in the hopes of finding it. Whatever it is, the guy comes for books, and stays for you. Because gods if his first meeting with you doesn’t stop the wizard in his tracks.

Your sharp mind is absolutely the first thing that draws him to you. You match his conversation topics and questions with a certainty and enthusiasm that speaks highly of your quick wit. You’re eager to indulge him as well, a welcoming ear to pass the time as you work,and because you seem to actually enjoy listening to him talk. Perhaps he gets a little carried away talking your ear off, but you don’t mind do you? What really gets him in the end is the smile that you flash at him before he leaves. That smile of yours is blinding, like the sun itself crinkles in the corners of your eyes and the curve of your lips when it's directed at him.

Of course he finds excuses to come around after this, both before and after you’re together. If it’s before then it’s all under one pretense or another.  Oh, he just so happens to be out of interesting reading material! Perhaps you could recommend some to him? Or he needs some help finding a specific tome and the aisle that it’s located in (as though this man doesn’t know any library like the back of his hand by like the third visit - I mean this is Gale we’re talking about.) Even after you pair get together he’ll make a point to come and see you, but he’s far less subtle about wanting to do it just to see you - spending time with you on your breaks and departing with a kiss or two as an incentive to help you get through the rest of the work day. 

Okay this is a personal hc but I’m pretty sure that Gale often deals with joint and back pain himself, so he understands a little of what you’re experiencing. When the chronic pain becomes overwhelming he’ll insist on you resting, attempting to ease the aches in your joints as best as he can with the stuff he keeps on hand at home. Goes overboard with research into spells that could help to offer a modicum of relief for your pain, or find a potionmaker who can give you something to ease the severity of the discomfort that you’re in. Whatever it takes to take some of that pain away from you Gale will do it - he can’t help but worry that whatever he’s doing isn’t enough sometimes but the sheer care this man puts into your wellbeing means a lot.

You say you love making people laugh, but you know what Gale loves more? Hearing you laugh. He’ll always throw in your jokes with a couple of his own; granted most of them are groan-worthy and some downright terrible, but so long as they get a smile out of you he considers it a job well done. Just about melts at the sound of your laughter, as though your laugh alone is enough to make him fall all over again. Gets this love struck puppy look in his eyes drinking in the sight, but he will fluster if you ask him what he’s looking at.

Another guy who understands that while it’s a sweet thing that you enjoy caring for others, sometimes you’ve got to take some time to yourself. If Gale sees that you’re potentially overworking yourself he’ll just straight up guide you away from it, gently assuaging your protests or worries with assurances that whatever you have to finish will always be there once you return. That being said he is a huge hypocrite of losing time in his own work and needs to be reminded sometimes that he needs to take breaks, so hopefully you’ve got that down pat with the tactics you know to lure him away from what he’s doing. Also Gale strikes me as the kind of partner who would come prepared with the little things that come through in a pinch. Considering you wear glasses I just know that he’d carry some cleaning cloths for them around for you. You don’t always need the kinds of things he brings along, but the little proud ‘aha!’ he lets out when you do need them is just too cute. 

Another 👏freckle👏appreciator👏. He’ll try to be smooth, pointing out patterns on your skin that match constellations and patterns in the stars that he recognizes, offering to trace the shape of them along your freckles to show you the similarity. Really it’s an excuse to cuddle up next to you and bask in your warmth as his fingers glide over every freckle and mole that you’ll allow him to touch. Good luck if you’re ticklish; he'll try to feign innocence if you laugh or squirm when his hand slides over any ticklish parts, but there’s no way he can keep a straight face about it, trying to hide his smile in the crook of your shoulder.

Gale is very much a ‘bring the nature to him’ kind of partner, in the sense that he’s far more on board with bringing the aspects that you love from the outside back into a far more familiar environment. And who doesn’t love being able to nurture your love of nature in the comfort of you own home? He’s had one or two plants at his home that are mostly self-sustaining, but as time goes on and you begin to integrate yourself more and more with his life, this number will quickly multiply. Hanging plants become especially prevalent throughout the entirety of his home, both because they don’t run the risk of accidentally being knocked over, and because the life they breathe into the place makes his tower feel a lot homier and cozy. Will tell you now that Gale WILL have plant favorites - he will get invested in its care and will keep that thing on his favorite windowsill with adequate access to necessities. (you may have also caught him using his magic a couple of times to give the lil thing a boost when he thinks you’re not looking - a fitting use for a master of the weave I’m sure.)

[everettswritings]

Let’s go! First creepypasta thingy! I’m sorry for all the waiting when it comes with requests, I am trying really hard but sometimes I just can’t make myself do anything. I was diagnosed with “severe” ADHD last year, which I guess explains how I can flip from writing three to four fics in a single day to writing noting at all so fast. Anyways, some self-indulgent JTK stuff because I still wanna post stuff. (Also, trigger warning for: mentions of stabbing and mentions of trauma)

Pansexual. I don’t know how to explain it, but it just fits so well.

Has some know-how about playing instruments, specifically bass guitar because yeah, but he probably doesn’t play them as much anymore.

Used to wanna be in a band

Speaking of bands, his favorites are Insane Clown Posse and Five Finger Death Punch. You can’t change my mind.

Since he’s super convinced that he’s beautiful(which he is, don’t @ me), he probably gets easily distracted by his reflection. Like, if he walks past a window or a puddle, he’s 100% gonna stop for a moment to just admire his appearance.

Cannot handle fire at all, even a lit match or something will make him freak out due to his trauma. I know there’s some people who like to write Jeff as a smoker or something, but I physically cannot see that.

He also can’t handle being in suburbs similar to the one he used to live in, another trauma thing.

Laughs after he gets hurt. He’ll bump into something and start snickering. I dunno, that just sounds right to me.

Because of the whole “no eyelids” thing, he probably has issues with his vision and would most likely need contacts or glasses(if he isn’t completely blind). But would he wear them? Hah! No.

Also, in that same breath, with the whole “no lips” thing he kinda has trouble pronouncing certain words or letters because they would require lips touching(especially “p”). It’s kinda like a lisp in a way? Not really, but sorta.

But if you do point it out or make fun of it, you will get stabbed. Just be warned

Speaking of stabbing, he’s weirdly good at knife-throwing. He prefers being more close-ranged with combat, obviously, but he’s just good at that for some reason.

I can’t decide if he’s learned to sleep with his eyes perpetually open, or if he wears a sleep mask. I genuinely can’t decide. Maybe he just switches between the two, I don’t know.

Fangs. He’s got sharp teefs. Purely because that’s an element I included in my design

And I guess that’s it. There’s a lot more I have because he’s my favorite, but that would go into more specific categories that I can always post later. Thank you guys for being patient and understanding about my issues with requests, I’m sorry that I can’t get anything done in a timely manner. Even when I have nothing else going on I can’t get anything done. It’s frustrating, but I’m glad y’all are still with me on this ride. Have a good one 🫶

[g-hua]

"Ew, look at this person faking ADHD / Autism for attention, I bet this upsets actually ADHD / Autistic people so much, I'm only defending the neurodivergent people you guys!"

YouTube commentary channels just like limbo dancing with the devil, don't they? The crap they do for that adsense and sponsor money...

First of all: If we need "defending", we'll let you know. Until then, maybe stop infantilising us and allow us to have our own agency.

Second: I'd like to see your diploma from med school. Why are you the authority on symptoms for these disabilities? Would you maybe take a moment and think about the massive number of adults being diagnosed now, especially women and PoC, due to the diagnosis criteria having been ridiculously strict and very much catered to only very few stereotypical symptoms found in mostly cis white male children? Are you unaware of how hard it could be to diagnose either? How long it takes for some? Do you even understand what people mean when they say that Autism is a spectrum? Maybe stop assuming that someone is faking it because their symptoms don't perfectly align with the ones you're reading off WebMD.

Third: Most of the people I see bothered by someone possibly faking ADHD / Autism are either neurotypical or, if they are neurodivergent, they aren't ADHD or Autistic. Trust me, I do not care. Unless it is being used to affect me in a negative way by mocking me or stigmatising my disabilities I do not care. Anyone faking a disability probably has their own problems that they need to figure out and work through. They probably feel like it's really hard to figure out what's "wrong" with them. They're different too and just don't know in which way or how to figure it out. Give them the room to do so. They aren't doing it to harm others.

I'd like to remind you lunatics of something that happened when we had those "weebo stories" blogs where people sent the stories about their unhinged encounters with weebs: Once someone stabbed a wheelchair bound person on their thigh with a fork to "prove that they weren't disabled". Another time, someone tried to prove in various ways that a blind person wasn't blind. You're on the same damn level as these people, making it your personal crusade to "prove" that someone isn't disabled because you want content. It's unhinged.

The lack of empathy for others these days gets more and more exhausting, but you constantly stereotype people like me as lacking empathy. Good grief...

[zzencat]

What If I Don’t Really Believe?

tl;dr : having trust in the universe

———-

I had a magical moment today that I wanted to share with you guys. So for the past week, I’d been reconsidering quitting the job I literally just got like 3 weeks ago-ish due to how it thrusted me too fast into situations where my anxiety would freeeeaaak. A lot of networking has to be done too so it’s not just approaching random people on the side. I know that tackling these skills and developing them would help me immensely in the real world, but my introverted mentally-shaken self kept pushing back on it. The dilemma was against gaining these new skills by going full force out there or quitting and waiting for a less demanding, mentally and emotionally taxing position in August. Only last night was I really debating about it after a team meeting, and being in PMS mode doesn’t help. I was like “*fidgeting fingers* I should have a 1-on-1 with the boss” but I didn’t know how to bring it up or approach the topic since I could probably get fired for “not being desperate enough” to be there or work for them. Or he’s just so busy that he might not have time to talk. I asked my spirit guides for a sign because I was stuck af, in my own mental hell and the overwhelmingness of it all. I haven’t been seeing signs or synchronicities as often as I have and I was so desperate for an answer. I was like “if you guys want me to continue with this, I will. If you don’t, so be it. Give me something pls” with my hands clasped together n everything. Said it out loud with my brows pulled together and eyes screwed tight.

We had a team meeting this morning—which I also wanted to 98% ditch bc I was considering just distancing myself just in case they did kick me out, but I attended anyway. With a lot of hesitance and anxiety tho. My stomach was hatin it. Turns out they were offering new positions to this girl and I to just call people and connect them to the main man. TOO LUCKY!! I was like “yeah sure; it’ll help me build some kind of foundation” since I’m fairly new in the whole job world.

After the meeting, the boss CALLS ME. I was gonna reach out and be honest abt how I was feeling pretty unsure and I didn’t wanna be out and selling (especially things I’m not particularly passionate abt), and that maybe I should just quit…BUT BRO CALLED ME. Right after the meeting. I couldn’t believe. he caught me up with speed, is a very nice little man, very understanding and overall, a great teacher. I confessed my thoughts and feelings & he did his. He basically did a private tutoring session with me before his next meeting, AND even considered the ADHD part bc apparently his cousin has it too and he had to teach him before. Chances like these don’t land before your feet everyday, like ever.

I got into it a good 2 years ago and have been fuckin w it ever since. It was such an odd time for me but I took my chances and went with the wind, catapulted myself out of a toxic environment without looking back just because some tarot lady on Youtube told me to. That in itself was crazy. But it was my first act of sacrifice and very much a blind leap, putting my full trust into my spirit team and the universe- I swear my intuition has grown so much and I’ve first had my doubts about this whole tarot spirituality intuition thing, but they always come around. I saw small signs literally the first few days, but was like “nahh it’s just a coincidence…bc no way…right?” When I pick piles/have someone do readings on me, I always take them with a grain of salt in case things switch up. But I promise you, if you have even a sliver of thought that it’s real, it will be. There’ve been too many signs and happenings for me since then to not NOT believe. But don’t forget, you have to put in work to manifest as well (I will link a specific pac I liked.)

So my lesson today is…HAVE FAITH AND TRUST IN THE UNIVERSE. DON’T LOSE HOPE. Ask when you need help. Something will work out for you!

[narrativelysignificantturtleduck]

not the same anon but i also hc sokka as autistic (specifically audhd), bc there was always certain ways he behaved that i found i related to a lot. a lot of them are just reasons you mentioned: he can be very blunt, and one thing about sokka is that he is a tendency to put his foot in his mouth sometimes, just saying things as they are without realising it might be insensitive or that it might not be the best thing to say. and i know that him overlooking certain important details, such as toph being blind at times, can be attributed to adhd but i think that forgetfulness in regards to other people is something that can be attributed to autism, in that he doesn't really think about the fact she's blind despite obviously knowing. on the contrast though, whilst at times he seems unaware, i think sokka can be very hyperaware of very small things that hes insecure of that other people don't really notice, or that other people have pointed out that he might not have thought much about before which is also smt ik some ppl with autism struggle with. and even though he is a social person, like i mentioned before that at times he seems slightly unaware of certain things, but a lot of his social behaviours can be read as masking, like his insistence he is the "meat, sarcasm and planning" guy, trying to pin his personality on these key things, and whilst his attempts to be like hakoda are Daddy Issues it can also be read as the fact he knows his dad is a well respected, well liked man, and that by mimicking his behaviour he will be perceived as more socially acceptable.

the most obvious thing is the scheduling, we know he loves his plans and he's the self proclaimed "plan guy" but he gets quite grumpy when people don't abide by them and happy when people do. sokka is a very routine person, when we first see the swt he gets frustrated when the kids don't want to train, another thing that could be read as them throwing off his schedule. there's also the thing with the fortune teller- sokka is very insistent on his science, something he's very passionate about, and gets really easily frustrated when people won't listen to him when he's trying to explain something, and can't understand why people would believe that instead of what he believes, which also kind of leans into the whole social unawareness thing. nowadays i write him more as having audhd just because i think it fits more- a lot of autism traits and adhd do overlap, and it's very common for ppl with autism to have a lot of adhd traits, vice versa. that's all i can personally think of tho, but yeah all nd hcs are neat. need more in the world

you're so right actually. i've been fully convinced. i think because i'm audhd it's hard to separate out whether it's the adhd or autism that makes me relate to a character. it could be both! also i think that the way sokka is widely perceived as dumb and silly when he's actually very intelligent is very similar to adhd stereotypes and less similar to autism stereotypes, so it was easy for me to just kinda pick that one.

his insistence he is the "meat, sarcasm and planning" guy, trying to pin his personality on these key things

i have a whole post in my drafts about how his various different "[x] guy" titles throughout the show are evidence of adhd because you feel like you can't focus on one thing and you feel like a fuck-up (bc you may forget things/be disorganized) and you're desperately trying to find the one thing that will make up for you being an unfocused fuck-up. but it actually makes so much sense as autism too, as a social script that makes it easier to define himself to other people. also defining yourself by your interests and only wanting to interact with people through them is very autistic. i think it's a question on the raads-r. also it's why i'm on tumblr.

anyways, the fun thing is that both can be true simultaneously. it's a product of insecurities about adhd and also an autistic social script.

and whilst his attempts to be like hakoda are Daddy Issues it can also be read as the fact he knows his dad is a well respected, well liked man, and that by mimicking his behaviour he will be perceived as more socially acceptable.

i think this might've also been why i initially read him as only adhd. i fell for his mask! what we know of hakoda reads as only adhd, so i made the mistake of assuming that was it. and i'm a huge proponent of "hakoda and sokka are actually different people"! shame on me.

like, generally the way he's trying to play this warrior role that doesn't fit him because he thinks that's what he's supposed to be can be read as autistic masking. he imitates how he thinks strong men are and it comes off as comical and fake bc attempting to mask sometimes means the fact that it's a mask is really obvious.

yeah i'm into this. audhd sokka!!!!!