#am I high? yes.

[sing-against-the-sky]

I feel like I could write an essay about why the sibling dynamic of Greta Van Fleet makes their music and whole band so resonate.

[geraskier]

"how to club dance" by an autistic person with no internal sense of rhythm

listen to a lot of club/dance mix playlists (the ones on spotify that are updated occasionally are best). when i say a lot i mean a lot. find as many separate songs that fit that description as possible

put that^ on shuffle with one earbud in whenever you need background noise. if you also have adhd this ends up being....most of the time

listen to the same songs enough that you start hearing individual instrument tracks within each one. this might take a long time or not long at all

you'll develop a preference for songs within certain bpm ranges, with other specific acoustic elements--that's fine. the sheer volume of music is the important thing

practice finding different beats within each song by tapping your fingers on something. again, this is easier to do over and over again if you're obsessive about stuff like me

move to the beat patterns you hear in songs. doesn't have to be graceful, just responsive to the music

do this over, and over, and over, and over.

it'll be easier to recognize rhythmic patterns in club music you've never heard before, which leads me to an important proclamation:

you don't need to know the words to a song playing in a bar to dance to it. the point of dancing in a bar/club/whatever isn't to demonstrate lyrically appropriate choreography. it's to make people look at the way you move.

(quite honestly. if you can reliably sway/shake your ass to the beat of the song playing in a club, regardless of what song it is, that's enough to make people look at you.)

wear something revealing to give them eye candy....and then decide, unequivocally, that you are hot shit. you are hot shit and you're gonna make people look at you cause you're hot shit.

turn off the shame switch in your brain. just for a little bit. it'll be good for you

[paper-mario-wiki]

just cried really hard thinking about how much popuko and pipimi love each other and how it's encapsulated in the first op of the anime

[jq37]

In Sophomore Year, Adaine's nightmare vision of herself is in mourning garments, speaking to her underlying fear that, as an elf, she'll outlive everyone she cares about and have to face forever alone.

In the finale of Junior Year, Aelwyn says that she hopes that she and Adaine can eat ice cream and do magic together forever and Adaine with no trace of insincerity agrees. She still has to face forever, but not alone. Not anymore.

[la-esmerqlda]

I would like to thank Elon Musk for breaking the stereotype that “high functioning” autistic people are geniuses, because he’s genuinely so fucking dumb I can hardly even fathom it.

[xiewho]

no time to celebrate

[dizzybizz]

"this is regrettably the best kiss of your life, you understand?"

[avocadoraisin]

Hoffman has a change of heart and "wins" the brawl

established relationship or fling-thing that was starting to get a little too real...

this was a briefly-considered ending to my fic but Im too weak to write something like this.

DRAW something like this, tho...

[autoraton]

riz redraw!

side-by-side comparison under the cut :-)

[pacificglovebox]

If we really wanted to fight climate change we give lesbians more paid time off and free train tickets so they can see long distance partners without using an airplanes

[masterrainb0w]

Riz "The Ball" "Dragon slayer Legend Lore" Gukgak you will forever be famous.

[thepunkmuppet]

gerard way has looked like about 300 different people throughout his life and I can shamelessly say that I am deeply and madly in love with every single one of them

[spellboundcrown]

i worship a nameless god of rage

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[starstruckodysseys]

junior year is for the burnt out gifted kids. for the kids who tried so hard and got nothing in return. for the kids who worked and worked and worked with no end in sight. no reward. you succeed at things thought impossible and yet you end up in the same place as everyone else. you’re not really advanced. you’re not really a savior. you’re just a kid.

you’re just a kid, and you’re so, so tired.

[tea-time221]

the boys got their spring break, LET THEM HAVE THEIR WINTER BREAK

WE'RE SO BACK CHAT

HOW ARE WE DOING FANTASY HIGH FANS. JUNIOR HIGH TOMORROW... THEY GOT NEW LOOKS IN THE D20 WIKI IM GONNA SHIT MYSELF

[cerise-on-top]

König Teasing Reader in His Dialect

I finally got around to writing for König being sappy with his S/O in his native tongue! Native dialect, in fact!! I'm not gonna include any translations for this one! And don't bother putting it in Google Translate either, it won't work :3c

“Du host so a liabes Gschau.”

A gentle twilight it was, the sky donning a beautiful coat of orange. With the few fluffy clouds floating by, you watched your boyfriend glow in the soft evening light. It was almost magical, the way the sun set behind the mountains, the way it created a halo of utmost pulchritude on König. He was a rough man, who found it within himself to be as gentle as one would never imagine. His hands were calloused, but the way he caressed your face made it seem as though he was a lover by nature. Although he may have killed more people than you have ever known in your lifetime, that fact barely came to mind when his voice would call for you. Strong his accent, yes, but with it came a sense of familiarity that you would get nowhere else. König was a beautiful man. If you could have, then you would have knelt in front of him, allowing him to tread his fingers through your locks. If you could have, you would have slung your arms around him, burying yourself in his warmth and scent. But alas, all that came to mind was confusion. What did he say this time?

“You know my German isn’t that good just yet. You gotta be patient with me. Can you translate?”

With a certain glimmer in his eyes, he smiled as he shook his head. “No, I’ll let you figure this one out. It would be boring if I translated everything for you.” But even so, he walked towards you, quiet as a cat, hunting for its prey. All there was to devour was you, unity through the purpose of consuming one another. He stood still in front of you, eyes almost hazy as he seemed a little unfocused. He was a hunter, but whenever you were around he laid his weapon to rest, craving your attention more than he felt the bloodlust. You calmed him more than any restful night ever could. Your touch was the remedy for his loneliness, his fear, his anger. And this time, it was his turn to repay you, gently running his thumb across your cheek.

“Du bist mei ois. Für di leib i. I bin dir so vü schuidig. Söbst wenn i dir die Wöd gebn darad, warads ned genug. Danke für ois. Bitte bleib bei mir so laung wies nur geht. Hah, i reid grod so vü Scheiße, aba des stört mi ned. Du mochst mi so fertig, aber i hob di so lieb. Eigentlich wuid i heite schiacha zu dir sein, oba i kauns afoch ned. I bin so verliebt in di.”

Should you feel angry at him? For all you knew he could have been cursing you worse than any string of English words ever could. And yet, his expression betrayed him. That gentle smile, that soft gaze, that tender touch. König let out a content sigh, placing his hands atop your shoulders. It was evident he wanted something, he wanted more, but all he could do was stare as love overtook every fiber of his being. In that moment, he wasn’t a hunter, he wasn’t a fighter, he wasn’t a soldier. If there was one thing he could call himself, it was yours. Your boyfriend, your partner, your loved one. It didn’t matter as long as it was in relation to you. He pulled you into a tight embrace. His pride was a wall made of steel, but you burned yourself through the metal and settled down in his heart. All you knew was that he was so much kinder towards you than he gave himself credit for.

“Love, I’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”

“Brauchst a ned. I wü afoch nur so mit dir bleibn. I mechat di für imma so hoitn. Du bist so liab. I hob so vü Scheiße im Militär durchgmocht, oba es wor’s ma ois wert wal i di kennanglernt hob. I darad ois no amoi so mochn. Bitte sei ma ned bes, oba i glab es is gscheita wennst ned wast, wos i grod sog. Du suist mi ned als schwochn Maun sehn. Oba nur damit du’s wast, es gibt kan Menschn auf dera Wöd, den i liaba hob als di. I hoff, dass ma ewig zaumbleibm kennan.”

“Are you being sappy right now?”

But the only response you got was him holding onto you as though you were a beautiful, fleeting memory. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you resigned yourself to your fate. He could so very easily snap you in half, and yet he chose to use his strength to make you feel protected. Indeed, König was a different man with you. You knew him as the anxious colonel that was still capable of leading people. Deadly precise, viciously efficient, always successful. And today he felt as giddy as a child watching its first rainbow, all because he was with you.

“Ich hab dich ganz doll lieb.”

Finally, some words you could understand.

“Love you too, König.”