#and saying it is always a disaster with my speech problems

[frowerssx2]

[ghostr0tz]

please please share your vox neurodivergent headcanons

*smacks the top of his head* this bad boy can fit SO many problems and disorders in him.

but before we start i do want to say i am saying this all as personal headcanons as someone with my own laundry list of issues. Okay lets go:

HEAVYYYYY on Autism. Has a VERY strict routine he sticks to and gets sooo fucking irritated when it gets interrupted. The only except is if its a Vee and its something Important to them (he still gets petty about it though). It mostly revolves around work.

He's extremely sensory seeking, and constantly fidgetting and stimming. He paces. A LOT.

Vox is very touchy to friends but will kill a stranger for bumping into him. Constantly touching Val's fluff and Velvette's nicer-feeling clothes.

LOVES compression . Makes Val lay on him all the time. He's like a personal weighted blanket. His body being partially mechanical makes his under-sensitive to stimuli. Hard for him to really process pain and managing it.

VERY opinionated and vindictive about his thoughts and takes. Takes it very personal if you disagree and will try SO hard to yell at you to see how he's right.

The Vees are constantly getting in debates that concern anyone around them but they all love it. They all fucking love arguing.

Special Interest in technology (new AND old), movies and shows (constantly rewatching classics), and biology. Does not let anyone get a SINGLE word in unless its questions when he's infodumping.

Probably has ADHD too. Talkative as shit when he feels hyperactive. Has such a strict routine with himself because he knows if he doesn't stick to it he WILL go insane and become a bit of a #disaster.

Medicated? Yes!!!! Remembers to take his medication? Also yes but ONLY because he's set so many alarms and reminds for himself.

He Has So Many Alarms For Everything. It drives the other Vees insane how his phone seems to go off every. other. fucking. minute.

Hard to keep Vox's attention on things and is constantly cycling through content like his life depends on it. Always has SOMETHING playing near him unless he's really overwhelmed from the day.

It doesn't take a whole lot to make him go nonverbal, usually plays captions on his face or has a speech assistant on his phone that sounds like him.

This bitch is SOOO Bipolar coded though. He's disinterested in a lot of life and usually in a depressive swing. His swings of mania are VERY bad and chaotic though (Stayed Gone is such a good mania portrayal . TO ME).

Alastor very much triggers his mania and psychosis probably before their split and very CLEARLY afterwards.

Also probably on the schizospectrum. Probably Schizoaffective?

Hallucinates when he's having mania swings and psychotic symptoms. Has some pretty bad delusions too about his power and status and definitely had them BEFORE he was an overlord. has delusions about his relationships too. (probably did NOT help when he and Al were on good terms. probably played a role in their split)

Also his glitches feel like tics to me and its important i say that or ill explode. He masks them pretty well in public and has gotten used to playing them off. But the Vees have gotten used to him accidentlly smackign them while ticcing.

okay i think thats it for now. hope you enjoyed my rambles :0 !

[gnougnouss]

Ya know I feel like there's a shit ton of hyprocrisy going on when people compare RTD's writing and Moffat's on dw but nothing irks me more than when they say Moffat era made the doctor too important when he was portrayed as just a guy in RTD. Like. Are you fucking kidding me. Be for real.

In the GODDAMN first episode, one of the first thing we learn about the doctor is through Clive (rip) in that scene :

The Doctor is a legend woven throughout history. When disaster comes, he's there. He brings the storm in his wake and he has one constant companion. ROSE: Who's that? CLIVE: Death.

So yeah the Doctor is a Legend. Next, in New Earth he is called "the lonely God". Very normal guy core.

It gets worse, who could forget this wonderful speech in The Family of Blood ?

LATIMER: Because it was waiting. And because I was so scared of the Doctor. JOAN: Why? LATIMER: Because I've seen him. He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. DOCTOR: Stop it. LATIMER: He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe. DOCTOR: Stop it! I said stop it. LATIMER: And he's wonderful.

The Next one is by Steven Moffat but crucially still during 10s era so STILL part of how the doctor was characterised. RTD approved you might say.

DOCTOR: Don't play games with me. You just killed someone I liked. That is not a safe place to stand. I'm the Doctor, and you're in the biggest library in the universe. Look me up. (There is a pause, then the shadows withdraw.) ANITA: You have one day.

I added it because I saw people act as if the Eleventh Hour's resolution with a doctor boast was completly out of character and not something he literaly did one series before.

Ok now for the real silly, that scene in Last of the Time Lords where the power of PRAYER turned 10 young and hyper powerful. For real. Yeah like a sort of Space Jesus.

Bonus: that part in Voyage of the Damned when he flied with two angels lifting him like ok lmao.

Those were just the ones I could remember out of the top of my head but "just a guy" my entire fucking ass. Go rewatch that show.

I feel like Moffat is often accused of turning the doctor into too much of an incredibly powerful figure not because he did it more than RTD but because he discussed the trope and as such put a lot of attention on it . All of those I pointed out in RTD are played incredibly straight but in Moffat's era the doctor's legend is a problem. It's the plot of the s5 finale, he became so big his ennemies allied. It's the reason he gets called out in "A good man goes to war"

RIVER: This was exactly you. All this. All of it. You make them so afraid. When you began, all those years ago, sailing off to see the universe, did you ever think you'd become this? The man who can turn an army around at the mention of his name. Doctor. The word for healer and wise man throughout the universe. We get that word from you, you know. But if you carry on the way you are, what might that word come to mean? To the people of the Gamma Forests, the word Doctor means mighty warrior. How far you've come. And now they've taken a child, the child of your best friends, and they're going to turn her into a weapon just to bring you down. And all this, my love, in fear of you.

It continues in Asylum of the Daleks where Moffat tries to erase the doctor's legend and is concluded somewhat in s8 finale with the proposition that what the doctor actually is, is in fact an idiot.

DOCTOR: I really didn't know. I wasn't sure. You lose sight sometimes. Thank you! I am not a good man! I am not a bad man. I am not a hero. And I'm definitely not a president. And no, I'm not an officer. Do you know what I am? I am an idiot, with a box and a screwdriver. Just passing through, helping out, learning. I don't need an army. I never have, because I've got them. Always them. Because love, it's not an emotion. Love is a promise.

But nobody saying stuff like "Moffat made the doctor too important" ever watched Capaldi's era anyway so it's not like they would know.

[letsatomicbanana]

Neurodivergent Ink hc’s? Ok!

Full-body stimming, gets up and runs/paces around a room when excited, jumps up and down/shakes himself to get energy out.

Speech pattern mimicking/fluctuating voice, the people he’s around and media he consumes can alter how he sounds at a given time and the contrast is jarring as hell

Hand-flappy stims with limp wrists, usually a sign of extreme excitement or severe stress

Ink doesn’t need to eat, as we know, but he likes to and while he is pretty chill with anything when it comes to art supplies, with normal people food he is such a picky eater. Like he is not gonna touch a salad, he’d rather die.

Mimicking as a stim and/or echolalia. Thing make cool/interesting/funny noise? He makes it too. And sometimes it just happens automatically. He hates having to explain that he’s not mocking people.

My dude’s rsd is off the charts a lot of the time, he is afraid of most slight indicators he’s not liked.

When he was younger (hell, even nowadays) he used to line up his toys specifically in rainbow order.

No words can describe his excitement when he saw Error expressing autistic traits, he literally shouted “Hey! Just like me!”.

Ink hyperfixates/gets special interests on other pieces of media us real people know and love.

He subconsciously personifies colors and other concepts/objects! Mainly colors, though.

Nightmare was actually the first one to point out that Ink’s traits were probably a byproduct of neurodivergence. No one else noticed given how differently he presents from others, but NM is pretty well-read on the subject. Idk why I necessarily have this hc, I just think it makes sense for those two to have a history for some odd reason.

Ink often needs to bite things to stim, it was a problem before the other stars got him some chewlery.

When overstimulated Ink will often “puddle” in a similar way that Nightmare is often depicted to, letting his body heavily liquify into ink and just kinda sitting there slouched with only his upper half visible while he calms down.

I hope those sufficed!

Oh boy big post. ( and messy)/Pos

AUGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I LOVE ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!

I LOVE the concept of someone pointing ink's traits and stuff!! I'm very found in stories like that, where someone is seen as 'weird' and 'quiky' but someone actually realizes that *maybe* something's happening (I have this silly lil headcanon that Ink's fathers suspects something).

Adore the stimming part!!! (Love how you also used "extreme extress"! Stims aren't just for happy feelings you all). For me at least, ink's the stim king (change my mind), he would totally repeat sounds and voices he hears across the multiverse for that *Nice feeling*!

|I've always imagined Ink having RSD too!!! Combined that with his abandonment issues and you have a disaster in person.|

Ink being happy about other people sharing the traits that he says is such a good flavor (oh boy), he would feel "I'm not the weird one!" bc i often feel that Ink would feel very out of touch with NT people given how different he is in general, so when someone does something *he does* he's like "you're just like me fr!"

Ink is a mess in overatimulated tbh (he even vomits). Headcanon that he locks himself in the doodlesphere to calm down (It's his personal multiverse after all!)

| Just asking, but the "Ink personafies objects" actually canon? I mean, look at his paintbrush for example! He even canonically talk with it (pretty sure Broomie is not alive or anything like some say). Comyet even says he hugs it like a kitten! |

[reneesbooks]

writeblr positivity tag

my wonderful morbo @serenanymph tagged me <3 gently tagging @lyssa-ink @lena-rambles @zmwrites @winterandwords and under a cut because it's long. blank questions at the bottom <3

1. What motivates you to write?

the thought of holding the finished book in my hands and being able to reread it and share it. also spite

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

y'all wanna see maura be a little bit fucked up and evil

“My father said something to me often,” Maura interrupts, her eyes narrowing. “The law is the law. None are exempt.” She tosses a disdainful look at the duchess. “Those who have no respect for the law will always have excuses for breaking it.” She bends down and tips the duchess's chin up with a finger. Keelan's fingers tighten around his sword. Maura tilts her head to the side. “Your Grace,” she says. “You asked for mercy. You shall have it.”

The duchess sobs. “Thank you, Your Majesty—”

“Do not thank me, wretch.” Maura's lip curls. “Your mercy is the mercy allotted by law. Tell me. Which foot do you value more?”

The duchess's lip trembles. “I beg you, Your Majesty, mercy—”

“You shall have it.” Maura's eyes are unforgiving. “Which foot?”

The duchess's eyes dart around the throne room, wide and terrified. “I—I don't know.”

“Hm.” Maura releases her and stands. “She can have more time to decide. Until she does, get her out of my sight.”

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

i love all my children equally this is a mean question. currently my favorite chew toy is Jack, who is a minor character in my current wip. Jack is a pathetic disaster bisexual who was left to die as an infant but still managed to survive to adulthood and is using that luck to cause problems on purpose. he steals for a living and flirts for fun and profit. he is in love with his best friend/accomplice Arthur, but can't handle real emotions and is being really thickheaded about it. Arthur is too busy pining for him to notice. Jack is just a little guy. gay boy disaster man. also he killed like 20 people.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

working out plot/worldbuilding issues. i love sitting down and going "ok how am i going to make this make any gddamn sense" and then bouncing ideas around until i hit one that fits perfectly. yeah sex is great but have you ever found the perfect answer to your plot hole that ties together all the recurring themes and arcs in the story AND has an opportunity to use your overcomplicated worldbuilding?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

mainly dialogue. i love imagining conversations and i've been working on dialogue for a long time. my dialogue used to be so cringey so glad i learned from it

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

we're all a little unhinged about our own writing so nobody minds when you get a little unhinged about their writing. safe space to be unhinged about people's writing

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

i use campfire write and i love it for keeping worldbuilding organized. it has a lot of visual tools which is great for me personally and it's very customizable. highly recommend it, there is a free desktop version that still gets you quite a bit of usage and the mobile app is free

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

i've really enjoyed fleshing out the countries outside of Raedora and how their political systems and cultures are different. for example Guildi also is monarchical, but they have an emperor and their law is absolute, followed exactly as written based on the judgment of the emperor. Fierodia, by contrast, is the homeland of the dragons, so they have two governments--one for the humans, and one for the dragons--and both are a little more democratic in nature, with a Council of the Wise (elders) ruling the dragons while the most powerful magical human families sit on another council that takes petitions from representatives sent by villages and cities.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

open a blank document. i do this in a simple text editor (.txt) because it forces me to look at the words more (idk how else to explain it). write the dumbest thing you can think of. literally. if you get stuck, hit enter a few times and start writing something else. yes even if you get stuck in the middle of a sentence. do NOT let yourself sit there staring at a blank document, just write. even if it's bad and stupid and doesn't make sense. ESPECIALLY if it's bad and stupid and doesn't make sense. write the stupid little plot bunnies that you came up with in line at starbucks. bullet point a short story you'll never write. purposefully write the most gd-awful purple prose. have some silly little fun with it. rewrite snl episodes that you think would be funnier if you were in charge. anytime you are stuck for more than like 30 seconds hit enter three times and try something else. rinse and repeat until the gears start turning for the thing you actually want to work on.

save these files (i have a little dedicated spot on my drive) so that you don't lose your funky little experimental stuff. you never know what you'll find there later.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

i adore @serenanymph's wip beast and all the blorbos found within and how much she supports lacuna. @lyssa-ink's wips my beloved. @zmwrites has some incredible wips and an amazing writing style. i love the worldbuilding from @akindofmagictoo's dragonsong and @oh-no-another-idea is one of the biggest sweethearts on this website.

blank questions:

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

[turtlesaus]

A Proper Leadership Style

My headcanon on how Leo leads in my AU.

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In my au Leo became the unofficial Leader when he was much younger, but it was officially decided that he was the leader when they discovered he was the eldest. As soon as he was officially declared the leader, he ran straight to the internet to read up on how to be a good leader to his little brothers.

Using the tips and tricks he found online, he slowly developed his leadership style, which has several levels to it.

First, Communication. Leo holds a daily brother-meeting/hangout, ranging anywhere from ten minutes to two hours, in the mornings and nights where he gathers the whole team to talk about dreams, experiences, issues, and overall team well being. If there's something happening, he tells them during the meetings.

When there's a mission, even if only one person knows about it, by the end of the day the entire team knows of the issue, and what needs to happen to fix it.

Second is Delegation. Instead of deciding what happens all on his own, Leo gathers his team together and starts a plan. Depending on the available timeline, this can be a quick, five minute idea, or a highly fleshed out two-days-of-planning plan, but he (nearly) always makes sure his brothers know what's up, and that they are okay with the plan. (Exceptions include the Kraang sacrifice and some other small things.)

When planning, Leo usually first outlines the end-goal. He updates the team on what they want to happen in the end, so that they have something to build on.

He'll bounce ideas off his brothers, letting the whole team pitch in about their thoughts and ideas, and using that creates a map, or plan of what their plan of action is.

Then, he delegates what each person will be doing, giving each member a job.

Third is Leo's trust. He completely trusts his team to do exactly what they need to do, when they need to do it. He doesn't mind particularly how they do it, he isn't one to clamp down on their creative geniuses, but he has his preferences.

On top of all that, he has weekly training sessions, where the team is fine-tuned on their skills, taught new skills, and shown practical medical skills that Leo has deemed necessary.

Now, you may be asking 'but that means he's too OOC!'

buzz off, my au, my rules.

But on that note, personality wise he really isn't too different. He has an occasional inspiring speech, but usually he's an absolute disaster when it comes to speeches. He's still the face-man, does the talking and the other face man things... IDK u get me

He knows that he can't get too cocky or the team could suffer, and his love and devotion to his brothers overpowers his mild inferiority complex. His place in the team isn't a question, but he does have some anxiety over if he's leading right, like any leonardo ever.

He's learned to weaponize his anxiety and faux confidence, using it to fake out his enemies and give his team confidence.

He still has his terrible puns, and has some problems with showing his true emotions, but overall he's really the same dumbass. Pls don't be too mad at me lol

A Quick look into the rest of the teams feeling;

Donnie trusts his brother completely, and if he smells bullshit he says it straight up. With the communication within the team, and the training, he's much more comfortable sharing his feeling about something, and has become a lot more confident in his role extending from just tech.

Raph's anxiety makes him worry a lot, and he gets confused on what needs to happen sometimes, but with open lines of communication and clear plans/delegation, his anxiety has been at an all time low.

Mikey is the one who has been flourishing the most within the team. With the emotional open-ness, the daily meetups, and the weekly training he has been learning new things and has been allowed to explore whatever he wants to.

April is decidedly happy with the way that things are. While she came in a little later, she quickly found her place in the team and found the leadership style very nice and easy to understand. She has no complaints.

Casey is much more happy about the leadership than April is. His family isn't the best about communication, and every team he's been in has had trashy leaders, so when he joined the team he was pleasantly surprised to find how awesome the leadership style was, and due to the way the team functions, would much rather stay with the team than go home.

[knickynoo]

How do you think Doc and Marty/the Keatons would react to seeing their series (like if they discovered our universe, which is an alternate universe to them)?

Ahaha, this is funny to think about.

Doc and Marty first. The concept of them getting a look into some bizarre alternate universe where their actual lived experiences are consumed for entertainment in movie format is very funny. I'll hide my thoughts under a cut, since they'll be long.

I think that Marty would react by having an immediate existential crisis. He'd catch one glimpse of himself on that screen and nope right out of the situation. He already lived through all of that once and has no interest in seeing it again from an outside perspective (let alone with the added knowledge of alternate universes), thank you very much. Perhaps he would stumble away in fright, fall down a hill or a flight of stairs, and be knocked unconscious. Then, Doc could tell him it was all just a terrible nightmare, and Marty would put the whole disturbing notion out of his head. Problem solved.

Doc, however, would be glued to the screen in both fascination and fear. Mostly fascination, though. I think he'd be trying to figure out a lot of different things while watching. There are alternate universes?? Is he literally watching himself and Marty on screen--their whole adventure somehow having been filmed and turned into a trilogy? Or are these their doppelgangers, and a series of movies was somehow coincidentally made that exactly mirrored their own lives?? Lots to think about! He would also have increasingly dramatic reactions to the things he sees, particularly in the scenes where he isn't involved and it's just Marty. Like, Doc would just be sitting there, watching Marty make bad decision after bad decision and be like !!!! That's what he was doing??!!

As far as the Keatons go, it'd be MUCH more of a jarring situation for them considering they live in a "normal" universe, rather than the BTTF one where the existence of an alternate universe isn't that weird of a thing. But assuming that they're all somehow okay with accepting the fact, let's see...

Elyse and Steven would enjoy it from a parenting perspective. They'd be searching through the episodes to watch through their best pep-talks and lectures. Maybe taking notes and giving each other feedback. "That was a wonderful speech you gave there, Elyse. Some of your best work." Steven would also love seeing a compilation of his best dad-jokes, and he would laugh hysterically at them.

Mallory would enjoy being able to look back on every outfit her family members have worn and would have a lot to say on the matter. "Oh, I looked so good that day. And look at you, Jen. I told you that color really works for you. We'll go to the mall tomorrow and pick out some more tops like that. Really, Alex? How many "episodes" have you worn that same sweater vest now? *sigh* At least you're always properly color coordinated."

Not sure about Jennifer. She'd probably be really interested in looking back at the first two seasons and being able to see all the shenanigans her older siblings got into while she was still too young and always out of the loop. She would especially enjoy forcing Mallory and Alex to sit down and watch the episode where Alex loses her during that card game. You know, just to refresh his guilt a little.

Alex would love being able to watch his life as a show. He would specifically want to fast-forward through all the boring stuff with his other family members and only watch the scenes he's in. He would get a complete kick out of all his verbal zingers at Mallory, and he'd fight against Mallory's insistence at watching all the heart-warming moments between them. "Come on, Alex. You know you're a big softy." "Mallory, give me the remote or I'm going to punt you through the window." Alex would also find the show useful in enlisting his family to help him analyze and break down the countless various disasters he's gotten himself into over the years and getting advice on what went wrong. It would just be hours of:

"Oh, hey, here's that time I said something and then everyone was angry at me. Why was everybody angry at me?" "Wait, here's that other time I did absolutely nothing wrong, but everybody was angry at me again. Why is everybody else a jerk to me?" "No, hang on, one more! Watch this scene of a conversation I had at work. I did really good here! Why did it still result in everybody being angry at me??"

Thanks for the ask!

[diesoonandsuffer]

Top 5 favorite serious TNG episodes!

thank you!

the last TNG episode i watched was 5x9 "a matter of time" so obviously anything after that will not be included right now :~)

Yesterday's Enterprise (s3ep15)

the fact that this episode was such a good Proper write-off for tasha makes me mad that they had to give her some more trauma and also an evil daughter. i know it was the actress' idea but that doesn't make it not suck lol. this episode was really good, it gave us a sort of mirrorverse type episode where we see a different universe for the enterprise. its interesting to see guinan sort of figure out that something is wrong. i don't know if guinan's abilities are ever explained but i'm fine if they aren't tbh. but yeah this felt like a righting of wrongs for how tasha was written off while also just being a solid episode in its own right.

2. Disaster (s5ep5)

i just watched this a few days ago which may be why it's ranked higher (sorry most of s1-3 but i simply do not remember you) but this episode falls into some tropes that i like. i don't always love Pure bottle episodes but ones like this where it's separate bottle situations within one main area is fun. i liked having the different groups split up so each character's dynamics and strengths could be explored more. i also enjoy disaster/survival scenarios like this and how people work with limited supplies. worf was also quite hilarious in this episode which added comedic relief when needed so the episode never felt too dire.

3. Remember Me (s4ep5)

i agree with what san and probably others have said in how this episode is like Almost really good and then fumbles the execution at the end. i do think this should have been more about beverly and wesley's relationship, especially now knowing how little wesley was going to be in the show after this episode. however, the episode as is is still really good. i sometimes wish i hadn't been (voluntarily) spoiled for this going in because i would have loved to really feel the suspense as her situation got more strange and intense. i also enjoy simulation and liminal space scenarios and i feel like this falls into that category.

4. The Loss (s4ep10)

this is the episode where troi temporarily loses her telepathic abilities. now i'm not disabled so i can't speak for the relatability of this experience or how authentic or offensive parts of it are, but i will say i appreciate what this episode is trying to do. i think troi's reaction in this scenario is more realistic than most other episodes or stories i've seen like this are. she's angry and she feels small and she's lashing out. she doesn't want pity. her comment to picard about how just because she lost one sense doesn't mean others will heighten and that she doesn't want inspirational speeches struck with me. i feel like that's something disabled people have probably wanted to say to someone before. i also enjoy any episode that focuses on troi and lets her both do more things and get angry.

5. The Measure Of a Man (s2ep9)

it's been a hot minute since I watched this so i don't really remember a lot of the details but i remember enjoying it. i enjoy stories about androids, artificial intelligence, and robots in terms of debate and morality so this falls under that category. it also had me screaming at the TV like "OF COURSE DATA IS SENTIENT AND ALIVE HE'S MY FRIEND AND MY SPECIAL GUY". i also often want to scream and shake Data and tell him that he's more human than most people i know but that's a me problem

[ask me 'top 5' star trek anything!]

[house-of-slayterr]

I forgot that the autistic character has dyscalculia and auditory processing disorder. Dyscalculia is a learning disability in math. People with dyscalculia have trouble with math at many levels. They often struggle with key concepts like bigger vs. smaller. And they can have a hard time doing basic math problems and more abstract math. Auditory processing disorder is a thing where someone has a hard time understanding speech as it sounds like gibberish. To be honest it annoys the hell out of people if you ask them to repeat themselves. Would that ruin their chances of being a sniper? The character wasn't in the military. They had to get a permit just like everyone else who wanted to learn the basics of firearms. The girl is not a sniper by military standards as she doesn't call herself one.

I struggled with dyscalculia for a long time. Math for me isn't necessarily more difficult, I just can't do it the way my teachers wanted me to. Things like switching fractions to decimals, counting on my fingers, or doing long division were things that took a lot more effort for me. I used to confuse some of my numbers, and it also affected the way I would write said numbers. Mathematical concepts would have to be explained in-depth for me to understand them, and I fucking hated word problems.

When I moved on to higher lever maths I wanted to blow my brains out. Whicher genesis decides to add letters to maths, deserves to go to jail. Pythagoras, I'm coming for your fucking throat mate! Archimedes and Euclid, your geometry bullshit makes no bloody sense. And Pierre de Fermat, your theorem is the bane of my existence, fuck off.

I also suffer from Auditory Processing Disorder. As a barista, my primary job when I'm at the register is to LISTEN to the customers. When the mask mandate was heavier in my state, that took away my ability to read lips. Which royally fucked me in the ass. Add the plexy glass window in front of me, the sound of the lights, the ice machine, coffee pots, blender and my other coworkers making ambient noise, and you have the recipe for a sensory disaster. I've had to take to wearing noise-cancelling earbuds during work, and sometimes if customers notice them, they get pissy. But I always wear my autism pin, so at least if they complain to corporate, they're being ableist and ignorant.

But I don't think this would ruin her chances of becoming a sniper. Sensory issues are something that as an autistic person, you learn to deal with eventually. You find little things that help and use them to your advantage. You discover ways to avoid things that would send you into sensory overload. People may get annoyed with her for asking to repeat themselves, but it doesn't sound like thtas something that she would take personally. Perhaps she can carry around da recording device, and she can turn it on when she knows she has to have a conversation with someone important. That way she can listen back to it over and over again until she understands. That's what I used to do in school, it helped tremendously. It also is a great way to learn tone and inflexion s you can study the way that person speaks. If it's a character she will be interacting with often this could be used to her advantage.

I think it's interesting that she didn't learn from being in the military. And that she has the wherewithal to not classify herself as such. It says a lot about who she is as a person. It's clear she takes definitions and classifications very seriously. The fact that she's self-taught serves to prove how smart and dedicated she is. You can tell she enjoys her job very much! I think she'll make an excellent sniper and an even better character. IF you're willing Anon, I would love to read what you write. I'm seriously invested now I already adore this character and I cant wait to see where her story goes! You're doing an amazing job, thanks for coming to me with your questions and sharing such a special charter with me!

[heinzpilsner]

About Zuko and his destiny

Remember I said that "pride is a source of shame" speech was supposed to be about self-esteem recently? Well, it was a stupid thing to say! Never believe my words ever without thinking critically! Muhahaha! At least I added "I guess" before it, it's my only consolation.

I mean, inadequately high self-esteem is a potential source of shame, as well as shame is a potential trigger of hiding from reality behind an illusion of your greatness, but Iroh was talking about different things here. Sorry guys, my mind is a mess.

This speech in the context was actually about locus of control* and respect towards destiny (and bigger powers in general).

*I'm not sure this term is used the same in different languages and psychological conceptions, but I explain what exactly I meant by this below

So, to regain my honor, I wanna talk a little bit about Zuko and his locus of control here.

The boy's problem is that he believes himself capable of controlling things he actually has no power over. That's the main reason for "turmoil in his soul" - shame is only a symptom of this (as well as him not thinking things through, but more on this later).

The thing is, you're never going to be angry or ashamed of not achieving something you deem impossible. And controlling destiny is something impossible for a human.

Zuko talks about destiny a lot, but he doesn't really respect it. He thinks he can tell his destiny what it should be, but destiny is a bit like lightning - you can't command it, only to be its humble conductor. (Him yelling at the storm in the "Bitter Work" and not getting his "answer" was a brilliant illustration of this, actually)

And "You can choose your own destiny" is a good thing to believe only as long as you interpret it humbly.

That is, you can choose your goals and ways of achieving them, and thus you can affect the course of your life to a certain extent, but destiny always involves bigger (or just different) powers than a person's own will. And when you don't respect those powers, you're doomed to be constantly angry and frustrated with your life and other people.

Let's look at the later episodes of book 2 from this angle.

Iroh scolded Zuko for not thinking things through when he found him with Appa, but he didn't make an accent on the reason behind it: Zuko believed that his will is stronger than objective circumstances and everything should solve itself somehow just because he wants it.

Still, Zuko wasn't all that hopeless, and he actually managed to get this thing right by himself later during his sickness! (Or at least that is what I believe now). His "magical metamorphosis" insight actually was about him realizing that he couldn't command his destiny and thus finally accepting his circumstances.

And it was a good thing and a very big improvement in itself!

But Zuko's general system of twisted beliefs and values was not something what could be fixed just by Iroh's yelling or Katara's kindness. So, the moment the circumstances changed and the "destiny" he wanted became actually achievable, Zuko took it. And this makes the end of book 2 painfully logical.

(Well, actually, I have another interpretation for Zuko's mysterious transformation here.

You see, when you yell "Think of who you are and what do you want" at someone who loves you in the moment they're about to make a decision you clearly don't approve, it's basically a scream "Please be a person I want you to be".

Then, Zuko's choice of freeing Appa was mostly dictated by his love towards Iroh (and a bit by general "to hell with all this, since I'm already here..." impulse). Zuko didn't choose "good" - he chose to make Iroh happy in the conditions when he couldn't really do much else. Iroh misinterpreted Zuko's behavior here, and it was a set-up for the whole future disaster.

You see, he tried to put in Zuko's head the idea that "his destiny" is not something he really wants. But catching the Avatar (by stealing his bison) was something Zuko wanted. For many different reasons. He was neither pretending nor trying to fulfill someone else's will here.

And you should never treat people like idiots who don't know their own desires - this is what Zuko's betrayal teaches us. That, and what love and respect are two completely different things: Azula, with all her manipulations, actually showed Zuko more respect than his uncle here.)

Something like this. Thanks for your attention again?..

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The next part of 'Overanalyzing Maiko' series is in working.

P. S.: By the way, Iroh had a proverb about self-worth as well! "The best tea tastes delicious whether it comes in a porcelain pot or a tin cup". This man has many wise things to say, he's great! … Except what he didn't make a difference between "best" tea and "unconditionally self-loving" tea clear here. Oh well.

I wonder how many stupid things I said without realizing it this time lol. Whyyy my brain is such a mess?

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Out of Love

Give and Take: Revolutionary Approach to Success

Girls Can Kiss Now: Essays

Give a Sh*t: Do Good. Live Better. Save the Planet.

Love and Other Disasters

How Not to Die: Discover the Foods Scientifically Proven to Prevent and Reverse Disease

Kill Anything That Moves: The Real American War in Vietnam

Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead

Strong Female Character

Hell Followed With Us

Skin of the Sea (Book #1)

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✔️ Out of Love 🏳️‍🌈

By, Hazel Hayes

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It follows the end of a relationship by tracing it in backwards. From end to beginning, seeing how they had so much potential, only to end. It leaves you wishing that things had turned out better, but knowing that it's far too late. Seeing how the dominoes fell in reverse, leaves a new type of heartbreak to experience in this novel.

✔️ Give and Take: Revolutionary Approach to Success

By, Adam M. Grant

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This book, like many, shows that being a kind and decent person will always work out for the best. The world often tells us to be hard and self-interested, but it's the givers who will come out on top. I really enjoyed how the book brought all this to light using real people and they're stories of success to show what it means to truly give.

✔️ Girls Can Kiss Now: Essays 🏳️‍🌈

By, Jill Gutowitz

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A collections of essays about the author and their queer journey through the years. I'm close in age with them, so I totally understood the struggle of trying to figure out what it meant to be queer in the 90s and early 2000s, haha. It was fun to join them as they figured out themselves and made me laugh.

✔️ Give a Sh*t: Do Good. Live Better. Save the Planet.

By, Ashlee Piper

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I love how they teach ways to be more eco-friendly while also not pushing too hard for it. They allow people to do what they can, where they can. They can be a bit much, but they offer some great ideas and are accommodating none the less. It’s a good book if you're looking for a starting point in trying to figure out what little steps you can take to doing better for the planet.

✔️ Love and Other Disasters 🏳️‍🌈

By, Anita Kelly

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This book is a fun wild ride. It takes the POV of the main two leads, London and

Dahlia, while they're on a cooking show. It gets hot and heavy, but so much fun with food both in the kitchen and in the bedroom, haha. Both of them are struggling with their own problems, with them standing in their own ways at times. Yet it was a joy to read and see them come together.

✔️ How Not to Die: Discover the Foods Scientifically Proven to Prevent and Reverse Disease

By, Michael Greger

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This is one of my new fav books when it comes to food. I love learning about food and the body with hard facts and studies. Like real, good studies that are double blind. The title is pretentious, but he isn't saying go vegan or nothing, haha. The author is accommodating and just wants people to give more veggies a chance, using studies to prove just how good they are for you. He can get really excited about how effective some veggies can be, he did title the book "how not to die" after all. But this book is full of great knowledge and a fun read.

✔️ Kill Anything That Moves: The Real American War in Vietnam

By, Nick Turse

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This is a dark book that should not be read by the light-hearted, so rating this book with hearts felt inconsiderate to the hard work and truth that written on its pages. The events told in this book are bloody and violent, yet is an important read to learn the truth of what happened during the Vietnam War.

✔️ Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead

By, Brené Brown

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This book was inspiring. The title refers to one of Theodore Roosevelt's speeches where he ended with a rally to dare greatly, and this book does the same. To be vulnerable is one of the hardest things to do, but it is the only way to truly live and love. The author helps us with her research just to show how true these words are, and how we can do the same.

✔️ Strong Female Character 🏳️‍🌈

By, Fern Brady

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This memoir follows the author's journey to finding out their neurodivergent and the struggles of being a woman in modern society. Her life thus far has been a struggle to say the least, but if you struggled to first figure out that your neurodivergent, and then accept that you are, this is a book for you. It can take time that something you've always struggled with had an answer, a label even, and can take time to settle in your bones. But once it's there, it can be bittersweet because it was always there, you just didn't know. And what if you had known sooner? I laughed, I teared up, and I related with a lot of this author's journey.

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By, Joseph Andrew White

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OMG this book is so dark, haha. Like, great writing, but also so much body horror. Oh, and the religious trauma. There are two POVs, and one lead is trans while the other lead is autistic. It's post-apocalyptic, with world ending horror 2.0 coming soon, haha. I vibed with both characters, cuz being queer and/or neurodivergent is hard now, just imagine adding the world ended on top. Like, does anything matter when clean drinking water isn't a thing anymore? But if you're not ready to listen to the terror that is the disease that transforms dead people, or not dead, then maybe don't. Great writing, but I have new fuel for my nightmares now, lol

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By, Natasha Brown

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I am so ready for the sequel, so be warn this is book 1 of Skin of the Sea. I truly enjoyed this book, the vibe, the characters, and not to mention the lore. It takes from West Africa legends to shape this book's world. From the Mami Wata, to the Orisha, this book weaves together a beautiful story of adventure and uncertainty. What we must do is sometimes the most heartbreaking thing to do. Our lead, Simi, struggles to find balance with who she was and who she is now. It is endearing and inspiring to watch her as we follow her on her path. It has me on the edge of my seat to read the next book, the tension still gripping my heart just thinking about this book again.

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MoviesOr... Dead Poets Society

My best friend was talking non-stop about Dead Poets Society and its two main characters, so much so that I had to watch it. After pushing the date away, there it came a Sunday chilly afternoon when I decided that it was time to see what her love was about, so I texted her and we both pressed play at the same time to watch together, but in different parts of our city.

I had this idea about Dead Poets Society as a dark adult movie, as if it were related to The Green Mile, especially because of the name and because of Robin Williams (don't even ask), so I never would've thought it was such a touching coming-of-age story. During the hours that I was immersed in the movie, I kept texting my friend about my thoughts on the movie and it was the best way to experience this piercing perfection.

One of the first things I texted her was: If I had gone to this boarding school, I would've gotten myself into so many problems! Cute boys in a Catholic environment? Disaster, indeed. Especially if my circle of friends included Neil and his natural charisma and charm, or Todd and his sweet shyness that he uses a hiding shell, played beautifully by Robert Sean Leonard and Ethan Hawke respectively (which was kind of weird since they were so adorable when they were young, but now they're adults, specially because I had a bit of knowledge of Hawke's, and his kids', careers from his older age).

Robin Williams, suffice to say, is an incredible actor (again, another misconception, but based on my childhood memories: something inside me keeps believing his movie Toys is a horror movie and I need to watch it again to desmistify this, because I know it must just be a childhood trauma), so no wonder he portrays such a spectacular professor. He's a rebel and a transgressor who wants his students to be more than just robots who can't think for themselves (which it seems is what the school wants them to be, which also seems strange but not so far-fetched from reality). Being like this is the perfect combination for trouble in such a rigid school, but for us watching, it's an incredible opportunity for great moments, such as the iconic scene of ripping pages out of poetry books and speeches to the captain while standing on desks.

Among the rebelliousness and the tender displays of affection, with Neil and Todd being almost unbearably perfect together, jumping on bed sheets or resting their chins on each other's shoulders. It's reassuring to see teenagers being teenagers not having their feelings corrupted by the twisted ways of the world. Or not knowing how to say sorry. Or writing letters pretending to be their (always stupid) fathers. All that I know is that next year, I'm going back to college to study theater, and this movie made me want so badly to open a secret society. Maybe we could discuss poetry from dead authors, plays that Shakespeare wrote and songs by Taylor Swift.

Switching the lenses a bit, it's not news that many believe that Neil and Todd were in love, and that the movie has a queer subtone. I couldn't agree more, but I'm not one to be taken into account because I see love everywhere, and it can be quite problematic to point out a true male friendship as a gay romance (meaning: can't two straight guys show their love for each other without being judged?). But I have to say that, among so many underlying queer references and situations, I found that the decision of Neil to be in the play Midsummer Night's Dream as Puck mustn't have been arbitrary. When interpreting a story, we need to understand that every choice that a writer makes has a meaning, so among so many other Shakespeare plays, why this one? Either way, one thing is a consensus: this is what we understand as the official ending of the movie.

What follows is the perfect portrait of the place and time the story is set. With everything that happened, it's horrible to watch the way Todd suffers and how the professor takes all the blame. All is fair in love and poetry, and it may be romantic to see friendship being built with art and affection, but God forbid me living at that time. It's hard being me when I can be me, imagine when I couldn't? Ultimately, that's what makes this story so perfectly touching: even though it's a piece of fiction, you can't help but suffer together and wish things were different. Wish to enter the screen — or the original book, for that matter — and alert everyone involved about the tragedy that is inevitably coming. Or to wish for a world where no one would see death as the only way out.

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

HI DADDY - 2

Chan x Reader Female

Word count: 1.9k 

Genre:🌶️

Summary: You fell pregnant at 18 to your high school crush. what happens when 6 years later he returns. Will everything work out or will it be a disaster.

Trigger warning: please remember this is a fiction and the characters are just that fictional. If you are sensitive to swearing or sexual content please do not read my stories��… some of my story’s do hold scenes from kdarams Sorry in advance if you don’t like it but I though they were cute, other than that please enjoy. 

So you and Sarah are at the entertainment centre. You are met by a man in a suit holding a sign saying Luca. He ran to the man and said: "That's me. I’m Luca.”

The man looked down at Luca as you went away. You walked backstage, and Luca looked at you and asked, "You got backstage passes?" Knowing Luca was happy made your night. The man knocked on the stage door and announced, "You're the best mother ever." You all walked in and chan, and the boys were doing their hair and makeup.

“Excuse me,” Chan said to the makeup artist. He walked up to you and hugged you tight.

“So happy you guys could make it” he got down on one knee to talk to Luca.

“You must be Luca. I have heard so much about you” he smiled 

Luca gave him the biggest hug, and you could see Chris about to cry. 

“Hi, can we talk?" You said when he got up

“Sure, no problem” he smiled

“Sarah, could you take care of him for me?"

“Sure, Luca, did you want to see if these guys know poker?” She said, putting her hand out. He was so excited to see them. 

“I want to tell him tonight?” You said to Chris

“Can we do it after the concert?"

“Of course, but we need to do it together,” you said smiling.

“Are you sure?” He said 

As you handed Luca's birth certificate to him, you said, "I'm so sure... I brought you something."

"Wow, is this Luca's?" he asked, opening the certificate.

“Open it” you said rushing him

He started crying. I could see tears hitting the paper. “are you for real…you gave him my last name?” 

“Of course, I keep reading.” You said pointing to the paper

“You put my name on the birth certificate?” He said surprised

"Mmmmmmm," you nod, “you're his dad.”

“Why? Why would you show me this now?"

“Because I love you too… and I’m so so sorry I made you feel forgotten and like you didn’t matter." You started to cry. 

He hugged you while you both cried.

…..

So the concert continued on, and Luca danced like a maniac. Sarah and Yourself were dancing with him.

Chris delivered this speech and cried, saying he was happy to be back and glad for his family. The fact that you took Lucia away made you feel guilty.

You honestly started balling your eyes out, and Luca was like, “mummy are you okay?” You had to walk off. 

“Oh, I feel horrible," you told Sarah.

“What for? You had to keep it secret."

 “No, I was such a cunt to him the other day, and he’s always been so nice,” You cried

“Oh well, all you can do is apologise, I guess,” She said while hugging you, then you heard Chan coming towards Sarah.

“Is she ok?" He asked Sarah as she let go of you and Chris hugged her.

He rubbed your back as you cried into his chest.

“Something about being a cunt to you,” Sarah said, walking away with Luca.

“Huh? Why are you crying? It’s all good,” he said 

“I feel so horrible about Wednesday... I was an asshole for no reason.” You sobbed.

“I said it’s all good, don’t worry about it,” he said lifting your chin to look at your face. He smiled and wiped the tears away. 

“Oh god, you’re so sweet....why can’t you be an asshole?" You laughed.

"It's not in my blood,” he smiled.

Chris sat Luca down and told him everything and you know what Luca said?

“Mum and dad, I know I heard you talking on the lawn.” 

The way he said it was so sassy that you couldn't stop laughing. Chan just looked at you and said, "He is your kid."

He was like, “ I won’t say anything, I promise,” and hugged both of you. Chris was looking at you like, what the fuck do I do?

You mouthed "hug him" and he hugged him, and Sarah was like “Awwww” and started crying.

“Sarah, why are you crying?" You laughed.

“That’s his baby,” she continued 

“That is his baby,” Changbin said, hugging Sarah while crying. 

Chan suggested he stay in Australia for a month after finishing the tour, he told JYP. He agreed to just one month, that was all. You became nervous because he would be staying at your house the whole time.

................................................................................................................................

Okay, the first week, Chan slept on a blow-up mattress in the lounge room, but he got a sore back. As you had a king bed, you negotiated with him that he could sleep in it as long as he did not do anything funny.

 So it was 11 pm, and you were sleeping. Chan came in and popped two pills.

“What are those?” You looked up from your phone.

“Sleeping pills,” he says, flinging the cover over. 

“you still take sleeping pills? That’s not good for you,” you were concerned he had been taking sleeping pills for as long as you had known him.

“I have to. I can’t sleep.” He looked sad.

“How many do you take?" You questioned. 

“Depends, sometimes one, maybe two, maybe four at most.” He shrugged. 

“You can’t take that shit every night. It’s not healthy.” You reply

“Okay, okay, god, I’ll try to stop,” he said, lying down.

So you crawl into bed and turn the lamp off. Chris still has his on but after a few minutes he switches it off.

“How long till you fall asleep?” You were curious.

"Maybe 30 minutes,” he said, closing his eyes.

You just lay there looking at him, not in a creepy way but in a concerned way. He had been taking sleeping pills for almost 13 years. Why did his doctors keep prescribing them to him? Mostly you didn’t want him to stop breathing.

He opened his eyes and looked back at you for a split second. “Oh shit, this is awkward.“ You thought to yourself.

He looks at you for 30 seconds, before resting his right hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your jawline. He then lifts his body slightly so his head rests on his opposite hand. You continue to look at him as he moves his face down to your lips slowly. 

“What are yo….” Before you could finish the sentence. 

“Shhhhh” he moved his hand from your cheek to under your chin lifting your face slightly to make eye contact with him. He had such confidence that this was not the Chris you used to know you always made the first move. 

Chris leans in and his plump lips crash into yours. Once you got over the shock you began to work in sync with his lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck deepening the kiss. Chris after a minute or two of making out pulled away. 

A smile spread across his face as he fell asleep. "Wow...that's what I've been waiting for six years." he said while his hand fell to your waist. 

……..

So the following day, you and Sarah are in the kitchen making eggs, and Chris walks out.

“Morning, how did you sleep?" You smiled and handed him a plate.

“Man, maybe you’re right. I need to stop taking those sleeping pills. They're making me have weird dreams,” he said, scratching his neck.

“Oh, okay, what about?" You said, acting clueless.

He looked at you trying to sus you out to see if you remembered anything in case it was a dream.

“Oh, I don't remember," he replied.

You knew he was lying.

We ate breakfast together in silence, and I left for work.

……

So about a week had passed by, and he started to act normal again, but he stuck to his side of the bed. 

One Monday you got a call from Lucas's school because they wanted to meet with you regarding something that had happened. Chan would usually drop you off and pick you up from work to use the car during the day. 

Once work was over, you walked out into the car park with some work friends. Chris looked so good in his sleeveless shirt and stippled jeans. 

Kayla your work friend said, “who’s that?" You look up, and Chris waves at you.

“Oh, that’s Chris. He’s coming with me to school for Luca.” 

“Is he your boyfriend?” Kayla asked.

“Oh no, that’s Lucas, dad,” You laughed “sorry, I forgot people don’t know…. He’s here for like a month to catch up with Luca, then he has to go back to Korea.” Kayla just looked at you confused you never told anyone you knew Lucas dad.

“Oh okay” she laughed “we’ll he looks nice…. Have fun,” she said.

You walked over to the car, and he opened the door. The girls stared at us, waving and saying "bye-bye." You were so embarrassed.

“They seem nice,” Chris smiled

“Huh? Oh yeah, they are alright. Did you change your hair?” You asked, pulling his hair to the side and out of his eyes.

“Huh? Yeah, I did. Does it look okay?” He gulped suddenly, becoming nervous.

“Yeah, looks good,” you said, putting your seatbelt on. 

“Thanks,” he said driving away.

…….

So you get to the building, and you both walk into the office, and the principal is like 

“Miss Y/L/N…. Would you like to come in” Chris stood up with you.

The principal went, “sorry sir, but it’s parents only” he looked at you and said to her

“Hi… nice to meet you. I’m Luca's dad” 

“I am so sorry, sir. Lucas's application stated he has no father,” she looked embarrassed.

“Sorry…. It’s a long story,” you said embarrassed.

She showed you into the room, and both you and Chris sat down on the couch.

“So I bring you here today as Luca, over the last couple of days, has said some inappropriate things to other students.” This was serious. Chris shuffled closer to you as he knew you could get heated sometimes. 

Chan looks at you, and you look confused.

"How so," you replied in a defensive tone. You knew you raised a respectful young man who when pushed could react….but only when pushed

“Well, there is a young boy named Harry.. who, from what the teacher said, bullies Luca and takes his lunch.” The principal explained.

“Oh, okay, Luca has told me about him… I’m not sure what the problem is?” You tense.

You felt Chris move his hand to your waist.

“Well, the other day…. Lucas said, you told him to call Harry, and I quote, MY MUM TOLD ME TO TELL YOU THAT YOUR A BIG FAT FUCKING CUNT” she stared straight at you, and you tried so hard to hold back the laughter. Chris squeezed your waist something he would do when you were teenagers to signal to calm down.

You composed yourself and said, “I’m sorry, but the kid ate two other kids' lunches as well as Lucas…. It’s not a lie. "He is a big fat fucking cunt” Chris squeezed you again.

“I’m sorry… I think what Y/N is trying to say is we are sorry Luca used that kind of language, and we will talk to him about other options." Chris looked at you as he talked to the principal.

“Thank you, Chris… I’m glad one of you is mature” she smiled. You just looked at Chris, and you could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter as he remembered you telling Luca to say it.

You both walked out of the office, and as we walked up the ramp, Harry and his mum walked past. She almost took chan out while you came down the ramp. 

Chan looked at you and went, “I’m assuming that’s Harry and his mum?” He said moving out of the way.

“Charming family right?” You laughed. 

“They look lovely” he said sarcastically.

[flareish]

Flinch

kuroo x reader

summary: Kuroo gets heated after a hard loss and things escalate quickly

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 1.1k

warnings: arguments, flinching, semi toxic

a/n: I dont think kuroo would ever be toxic but I love hurt/comfort so someones gotta take the fall here

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It was a rough game. Nekoma lost straight sets. It was brutal. It was pretty early too, only the second day and they got paired against a power house school and they got destroyed. Kuroo was furious, he didn’t know what to do with himself. His last year playing highschool volleyball. His last year to play with Kenma. His last year and it was gone before it even began. 

Kuroo had been sat in the locker room for a long time. Everyone else had left, leaving the captain to himself. Being his girlfriend it was your responsibility to be there to support him in anyway he needed. You knew there was nothing you could say to make this better. There was no, “you’ll get them next year”. Just the sucky truth. You waited as long as you could for him to calm down before slipping into the locker room. It was deathly silent. You make your way in further and saw Kuroo sat on a bench with his head in the hands. Quietly, you sat on the bench across from him, trying to calculate the best way to go about this. He didn’t acknowledge you, just sat in silence.

“Kuroo,” You said softly, “I know this isn’t the outcome you all wanted-”

“Oh really Y/N?” His head whips up and his eyes arent even red or puffy from crying just angry, “That’s seriously the best you can come up with.” You duck you head down embarrassed but decide if this is what he needs, you can take some sharp words. Tomorrow, when everything has calmed down, you can talk it out.

“What you have nothing to say now? Not going to tell me that we can get them next time? Oh yeah there is no next time this was it! My last chance and it is gone.” He was now standing. You slowly stand as well. You are now standing face to face with him screaming and you just standing there. You didn’t duck your head this time, now you were making direct eye contact. He kept on going though. Throwing out everything he could think of, every regret he has made his season. This wasn’t going as you wished though because instead of calming him down he was only getting more and more amped up. His voice got louder, his arms moving as he spoke. 

“You don’t understand Y/N. You never will. It’s so easy to stand there in the sidelines and be all bummed about your school not winning but you’re not the one in it. You’re not actually apart of any of it. You have no power over it. No you just stand there doing a shitty job of ‘comforting’ me and pity me.” As he spoke, he took steps closer to you. He hands moving wildly along with his angry speech. His anger had gone from losing to you. 

“You know what just get the fuck out of here because all you are doing is pissing me off-” His hand swung up as he finished his sentence. It felt like it happened in slowmotion but in double speed at the same time. Like your thoughts were clear as day but your body wasn’t yours to control. Just like that, your hands come flying up to protect your face and you stumble a step back. Your body waits braced for an impact you had no idea was even coming but your body saw from a mile away. Although your body had predicted wrong. No hit ever came. Terrified of the new disaster you had just created you slowly pull your arms away from your face. Kuroo’s face looks ghostly pale. His hand is frozen mid air. It was pointing not hitting. His jaw was slack and his eyes wide like he couldn’t believe what just happened. If you look carefully you would notice the wetness gathering in his eyes and the slight shake to his body. He knew he was mad and had gone way over the line blaming you for his problems but he never thought you would be scared of him. How could he? You were always so feisty and strong willed. You never backed down, you stood tall and took whatever head on, even throwing snippy comments in here and there. But now the strong girl who he was supposed to protect was crowering infront of him. 

“Y/N- I woul- how could you ever think that.” his voice cracks and he’s unable to finish his sentence. You fear you made matters worse and quickly slip back to leave the locker room as he wished. He goes to reach for your arm to stop you but he stops scared that he will frighten you even more.

“Please, Y/N, wait,” Kuroo pleads falling to his knees, “I’m sorry. I am so so sorry.” He is now crying. You stop before the door. You weigh your options for a moment but when you look back at the broken Kuroo, reduced to a sobbing pile on the floor, your decision is simple. You turn around and make you way back to him. Once again quietly sitting down across from him. He looks up this time, tears streaming down his face. He reaches for you again be stops and lets out a sob at the reminder of what he caused. You push yourself forward and into his chest, wrapping you arms around his neck. He hugs you back and pushed his face into your neck. Muffled apologies are cried into your neck. You stroke his head and try and calm him down.

He looks up at you, eyes glassy, and begins pleading.

 “Please don’t leave me. I know this was well over a line but I’m sorry, I love you so much, just please don’t leave,” He grabs your face in his hands gently, “I will make this up to you I swear. This will never happen again, I will never argue with you ever. You could do whatever and I would ever start another argument again.” His words are rushed and rambled but you can make out what he is saying. You shush him pulling him back into your neck.

“I know Kuroo. We can talk about this all tomorrow but for right now we are okay. I’m not breaking up with you, okay.” That’s all it takes for Kuroo’s entire body to slack into your grip. Full of relief that he didn’t lose another thing today. 

Tomorrow everything is smoothed over but Kuroo sticks to his words, and without you realizing, he never raises his voice at you like that in another fight again. This moment serving as a reminder of what he almost lost.

[gotnofucks]

Colour Me Red

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Oral sex, allusions to smut, suggestive talking, kinda workplace harassment but not really, boss and employee relationship, 18+ ONLY

A/N: This is for my jaan Lexi’s 700 Challenge. Congratulations baby girl @bluemusickid​ , you deserve this and so so much more. Every day I live in awe of you and can only love you more. I’ve chosen the colour Red for this challenge.

Most people arrived at work early to impress their boss. You came early to avoid yours. Every morning was a race to dress up faster so that you could be out before he pulled up at your place to give you a ride. When you’d started working at the Avengers Compound, you thought your biggest problem would be alien attacks or spontaneous combustion. Yet, here you were, being pursued by your boss who was the very embodiment of the hounds of hell.

Captain Steve Rogers, for all his brilliance, was a man unaccustomed to being told no. At one word from him, agents would run in the field and fight a battle of their lives. He was respected and revered, his beautiful visage both an endearing and terrifying symbol. However, all you wanted was for him to leave you alone.

The first time you’d met him, Steve had taken one look at you and said, “I am going to fuck you”. You had gaped at him in disbelief, wondering if this was the true Captain America. You had almost gone back home, intent on finding another job but you needed the money and well, there were so many others around, how often would your paths cross with him?

Turns out, a lot. You had applied for the PR secretary position for Natasha, so imagine your surprise when you showed up for work and were told that you’ll be working for Steve Rogers. In retrospect, you should have quit that day, but the pay was far too good. You had ignored sleazy men before, how difficult could it be to ignore Steve’s advances?

From the very first day, Steve didn’t bother to hide his interest. He offered you a seat in his office, but only after you pointedly ignored his offer to sit on his lap. He had rolled his eyes playfully, explaining your role and duties before dismissing you.

“Walk slow, I want to have a good view of that ass.”

Months later now, you could say it was a well-versed routine. He would flirt with you and you’d kindly remind him about appropriate workplace practices. He would bring you flowers, and you’d pass it on to the old lady who sat behind the reception. You almost wanted to thank him, for it was because of him you’d become a pro at running in high heels.

Arranging your documents, you waited for Steve to arrive. He won’t be happy knowing he has a press conference today. You’d typed out his speech, he only needed to say it into the camera without looking constipated.

“You evaded me again today.” Steve greeted you, entering and taking his seat behind his desk. You met his eyes, unimpressed. He never gave up, did he?

“Good morning Captain Rogers.” You said with a smile, handing him the papers that he took with a wince.

“You don’t call me Captain Rogers in my dreams.” He casually said, going over the planned interview. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him the best you could. It would be a lie to say you didn’t find Steve attractive, but you were not about to sleep with your boss.

“Can you please stick to the script this time and not call the government a piece of shit organization who are greedy, racist, bigots?” You asked, not wanting another disaster management situation on your hands.

“Spot me the lie darling.” Steve said, smiling. He threw the papers on the desk, leaning back to look at you with a fond look in his eyes. “You need to let me drive you here someday. Or I’m gonna camp outside your house so you can’t run away.”

You flush, averting your gaze. God, why did he need to be so beautiful with such gorgeous eyes?

“Can you give it a rest until the press conference? I have a lot on my hands.” You said, rubbing your temples tiredly. Steve frowned, his eyes lingering over the dark circles under your eyes before getting up and coming around the desk to stand behind you, his large hands gently taking your shoulders and kneading. A soft moan escaped you, your bunched muscles relaxing under his touch.

You leaned back farther, your head meeting his firm stomach. His fingers splayed over your collarbones, heal of the hand pressing into the soft juncture where your neck met the shoulder. Groaning, you relaxed yourself, letting Steve massage the stiffness out of your body. Slowly, he leaned down, mouth right next to your ear.

“Imagine the kind of sounds you’ll make when you’re under me.” He breathed, pressing the softest of kisses on your cheek. Your eyes widened and you shot up, putting some distance between you. Steve grinned, taking in your labored breath with interest.

“Captain Rogers” You warned, taking a step back when he took one towards you.

“Say my name.” He demanded, walking purposely towards you until you crashed against the wall. Leisurely closing the distance between you both, he caged you with his hands, leaning in close. You gulped as he got into your space, his breath fanning over your heated cheeks and eyes turning liquid.

“This is inappropriate.” You said, blinking and looking away. You were scared his super senses would smell the arousal pooling between your thighs, warming your core. Steve chuckled, dipping his head as if to kiss you but stopping short.

“I’ll let it go today, since you’ll be screaming it soon enough. Why don’t you go and edit the speech, hmm? I want that part about thanking the government for their cooperation struck.” He smelled like sin, the musky aftershave he always wore clinging to your pores and infusing in your scent.

Smiling a little at the deer caught in the headlights look in your eyes, Steve pushed away from you and flicked your forehead playfully. He turned and walked back to his desk, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as your stumbled out of his office after hastily collecting your papers. Every time you thought you’d gotten used to his advances, Steve would reduce you to a bundle of nerves with a few well chosen words.

Persistent little fucker.

If he didn’t show up in five more minutes, you’ll have a coronary. The reporters were already waiting for him, and you still needed to debrief Steve about the changes you had made. Left to his own devices, he’d unapologetically curse the government out and call out their crap with Bucky and Sam cheering from the sidelines. Again. That had been a nightmare.

“Where is he?” Jacob asked. He looked frazzled, looking worriedly at Tony from across the room. His boss was just as likely as yours to cause a scandal during a press conference and when they sat together, a shit storm was definitely on its way.

“I have no fucking idea!” You swore, running a hand through your hair and hoping your makeup hadn’t run off. You’d be sitting at the podium beside Steve, ready to kick his shin at the first moment he went off script. Jacob shot you a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder, his hairline glittering with sweat.

“One day I’ll quit this job and be a professional troll just to roast these assholes. Oh god, where the hell is he?” You bemoaned.

“Right here.”

You turn around, finding Steve striding towards you. The frustration in your eyes melted as you looked him over, the crisp navy blue suit fitting his body in a way that saliva pooled under your tongue. Shaking your head, you wagged a finger at him, trying your best to give him an angry frown instead of fuck me eyes.

“You’re the reason I’ll get greys so early in my life.” You scolded. Steve, however, lost his smirk. His eyes were trained hard on you, eyebrows turning in as if deeply disappointed. When his eyes met yours, you unconsciously stepped back and stumbled into Jacob. You knew Steve had a temper, but that anger had never been directed so harshly at you before.

“What the fuck?” He hissed from between clenched teeth. You blinked in surprise, completely at a loss of words about why he was suddenly so angry. You exchanged a bemused look with Jacob who was inching away from you, eager to be out of sight of the fire that was so obviously burning in the captain’s eyes.

Gulping nervously, you peered at him and cleared your throat. “Captain Rogers?” Your voice was soft and confused, and yet it only seemed to incense Steve more. He made a deep rumbling sound in his chest before grabbing you by your arm and pulling you away with him. You protested, trying to steer him back towards the conference but you were no match for his strength. He remained silent as you tried to loosen his grip on your arm, alarm evident in your voice at this unexpected aggression.

He brough you back to his office, pushing you in before he shut the door with a loud bang that would be sure to scare off anyone who might have wanted to step in and save you. Facing him in bewilderment, you opened your mouth to ask him what the fuck had gotten into him when he raised a hand in warning.

“If I hear ‘Captain Rogers’ pass one more time from your lips, I’ll shut you up in a way that will leave your throat sore for days.” He growled. Your breath hitched, fear and thrill spreading like venom through your blood as he prowled towards you, completely masculine and yet feline in his approach. Your legs refused to follow your command to move away and stayed rooted to their spot, trembling when Steve was standing right before you.

“Say my name.” He whispered. You licked your lips, eyes locked with his as his name passed your lips for the first time ever.

“Steve”

It was barely audible and yet you could see the shiver that ran down Steve’s body, a victorious growl expelled from his throat and suddenly you were pulled flush to his chest, his lips enveloping yours and branding a searing kiss on your lips. You gasped into his mouth, clutching his shoulders to keep steady on your legs that had turned to jelly.

“You dare,” Steve said, pulling away to glare at you, “you dare wear that shade of sin on your mouth in front of the world?”

It took you a moment, brain still in shock from the intimate embrace you’d just came out from when you registered what he said. Taking in his words along with the red that bled from your mouth to his, you sputtered in indignation.

“Did you drag me in here because I wore a red lipstick?!” You asked, slapping his chest to push him away. Steve, unhappy with your ire, pulled you closer still and slowly traced the curve of your bottom lip, pulling back his thumb to show you your lipstick that sat in stark contrast to his pale skin.

“My girl doesn’t go out looking like this in front of the world.” He countered. You scowled, twisting in his hold so you could knock some sense into the sexist bastard.

“I won’t be policed by somebody who regularly wear three sizes too small t-shirts to fuck with my ovulation cycle deliberately. And what the fuck does it mean ‘looking like this’? What do I look like to you Captain Rogers?” You sassed, breathing heavily.

Steve fisted your chair, tilting your head back as he possessively ran his nose down your neck and sniffed appetitively. “Looking like this, like the forbidden fruit that caused man to fall. You are already my undoing, do you wish to cause a war looking as tempting as this?”

Anger that had boiled in your gut disappeared as if doused by water. Maybe you were still pissed at being treated this way, but the heat that simmered deep in your bones overpowered it. His words set your heart on fire, a raging desire you rarely let yourself feel near him sending you straight into his arms, your head buried in his massive chest that cradled you close. Oh so close.

“There are ten different things I have to say to you about what just happened here, but I’ll do it later when my sanity has returned to me.” You said and Steve chuckled, his arms around you strong like boulders.

“If my kisses alone drove you insane, you’ll be a puddle of dumb mess after I’m done with you.” He huskily whispered in your ear and your core pulsed, a warm gush flooding your panties. This man would be the death of you. For months you’d fought the urge to let him fuck you on his desk and in the elevator, trying your best to overlook this eye fucks and flirting only to end up in his arms, right where he had prophesized you belong the moment he clapped eyes on you.

You didn’t believe in destiny, but then again Steve Rogers didn’t need a divine force to interfere on his behalf to get him what he wants. This moment had been building for a while now, like a volcano threatening to erupt until it finally did, encasing those close to it in scalding layers of passion and sin and love.

“I love this shade but just this once, I’ll make an exception. I’ll wipe it off.” You conceded. This was not you accepting defeat, just a compromise. There was much left to talk about and discuss, but you had a hoard of reporters waiting for the good captain to make his big speech.

You reached for the napkins on his desk, intent in quickly wiping your lipstick off when Steve grabbed you to himself again, cupping your face.

“Oh no honey, that trace of desire won’t stain a piece of paper. The only place its going to be is smeared on my cock. On your knees.” He ordered, very much like he did on the field. And yet, the order was as much a request. You could say no and drag him to the conference right now with no consequences. He was the same man who came by every morning to give you a ride despite knowing you’d already have left. He was the same man who cheekily rolled his eyes when you snubbed his affections, and yet never said a mean word to you. What would it feel like, marking this exemplary man with your colour, knowing as he walked that he was coloured in you?

You sank to the floor, hands already working to free his cock from the confines of his pants. Steve looked at you, letting you do everything, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. Peering up at him, you marveled at the fact that it took so long to have you here like this.

“You could launch a thousand ships even on your knees.” He said.

Your lips pressed against the head of his cock, kissing him delicately. Steve jerked at the first touch, digging his fingers in your flesh when you licked him from head to base, suckling lightly, teasingly. You adored the noises that escaped him, loving that he didn’t even think of hiding them from you. When it came to desire, Steve Rogers didn’t mince his words.

His cock was beautiful, silken and hard in your fist and on your tongue. He tasted like the sea after a storm, salty and electric, dangerous and beautiful. Loving him this way came easy, and though you hadn’t had much experience with cocks as big as his, you were determined to show him your feelings with a gusto. Running your tongue along his slit with an impish grin, you swallowed him deep, humming to send vibrations up his length. Had your mouth not been stretched around him, you would have smiled wide at the curse he just yelled.

Picking up your pace, you bobbed your head and rolled his balls, getting high on his taste and sounds as he came undone in your mouth, spilling his essence that went thickly down your throat and ended with a moan from both of you. Pulling away, you saw his member streaked with the red traces of your lipstick and an animalistic possessiveness swelled in your chest. You marked him.

Steve helped you stand up, kissing you deep as he seemed unable to utter anything at the moment. You reveled in his touch, holding him close and wiping the stray tear that was lingering at the corner of your eye.

“You know its love, don’t you?” He asked you softly, the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him.

Was this love? Was it love when you’d secretly smile at his fixation with you? Was it love that you always kept a flower from his bouquets before passing it on to the old lady? Was it love when you could read his tiredness in the lines of his forehead and make his coffee stronger? Maybe it was. Maybe it was love because there was no other way you’d have went on your knees to worship a man. Unknowingly, in accepting every ‘no’ you threw his way, he had earned your ‘yes’. In forsaking the access to your body, you had gifted him your heart. Holding his gaze, you pressed your lips to his palm, smiling.

“It is love.”

“Mr. Stark, where is Captain Rogers?” A reporter asked. “Wasn’t he supposed to be a part of this conference?”

Jacob groaned, kicking Tony’s shin repeatedly to no avail. He wished he could slap a hand on his boss’s mouth and drag him away, because the glint in Tony’s eyes meant that he would be working damage control for the next coming weeks.

“Rogers, you ask?” Tony said grinning, his face alight in mischief. “Friday just gave me some million dollar worth information on that, and I am proud to announce to the public that the world’s oldest virgin just got his dick wet.”

Banging his head on the desk in the view of the clambering reporters, Jacob cursed you and your libido that had ruined him.

“Why couldn’t they wait until after the conference?” He moaned, jumping out and almost tackling Tony who was about to give the media some ‘video proof’. “Oh no you don’t Mr. Stark, you sir are on time out. I’ll be reporting you to Miss Potts!”

[therealvinelle]

for experiments sake, let's say Aro DOES have a vampire who can blow people up. how would twilight go then? (that ask was hilarious btw, thank you!)

(Anon is referring to this post.)

Oh my god I'm so glad you asked.

So, since you refer to a post where I used a random generator to determine who would be blown up, I'm going to go ahead and make that Aro's new guy's power.

He can kill anyone within an instant, remotely, and he can't be blocked. His is Death and he will not be stopped. Let's call him Torgrim, it's appropriately badass.

The drawback being that he has no way of determining who gets blown up. It's completely random. Though for the sake of having my character list be relevant, we'll say that his power only works on vampires.

Aro doesn't have any real use for him, but he didn't want the guy runninng around on his own either so, sure. He can join the guard.

SO. I have a list of 53 vampire characters who are alive during the Breaking Dawn confrontation. All of them are named, as I did not feel serious adding "Volturi witness #1" or "Maria's newborn army recruit #1" when I don't know that the already named characters in the appendix aren't witnessing for the Volturi, or that Maria actually has a newborn army at the time of the Breaking Dawn trial.

Also, for the record, I didn't prewrite who gets blown up, I get to find out as I write this post.

Irina is off the list, as Caius just killed her. Torgrim is on the list.

Alec, Jane, and Chelsea try their gifts, each of them fail. The Cullen side is starting to get their hopes up.

Never fear, Caius has an ace up his sleeve.

A new figure, a man cloaked in vantablack (Aro wanted to give him light gray since he can't actually be used for anything, upon second thought he didn't want the guy to get uppity and start using his gift.) steps forward.

No one's seen this guy before.

Everyone turns to Eleazar, and to Edward, wanting to know what this guy can do.

Eleazar stares at Torgrim, squints, tilts his head, squints harder, tilts his head the other way. Finally, he says "He has some kind of offensive power."

Edward doesn't know what the gift is, but he does know that Aro is shitting bricks. He grins, this guy isn't gonna be a problem.

Torgrim grins, theatrically snaps his fingers, and-

Rosalie blows up.

The Cullens and witnesses scream in equal parts shock and terror. Bella can't protect them after all.

Aro, knowing this was extremely lucky and also that they just killed Carlisle's daughter, wants to pack up and get the fuck out, now. They've shown that they have the power to destroy the Cullens, great, let's show them mercy and leave.

There's not going to be a happy ending now, not with Carlisle's daughter dead and Carlisle himself sobbing on the ground, clutching rubble a few hundred meters away, but the Volturi are now in control. There can still be a peaceful ending.

Edward, reading his thoughts, demands that the witnesses hold their positions, Aro isn't in control of this situation after all.

Caius decides to take the gamble. He tells Torgrim to go.

Stefan blows up.

Caius is now cackling loudly, while the Cullen witnesses are closing their eyes in dread. They were fools to believe they could ever stand against the Volturi, or that some newborn girl could possibly protect them from the Volturi.

Aro thinks about how miraculous his luck is, that not only is Torgrim not killing any Volturi, but he is killing the vampires present. This is everything he ever hoped for from Torgrim.

Edward hears all of this.

Being close to panicking, he finds himself incapable of closing his mouth. He tells everybody that Torgrim has no control of his power, and taunts him.

Torgrim has a few issues.

Here he is, so very powerful, he can kill anybody and everybody, he could render Jane, Alec, Felix, and Demetri all redundant, he could singlehandedly rule the world if he so wished.

Except he can't, because his power is randomized.

He possesses such great power, but no way to wield it.

Now, thanks to mathematically improbable luck, the gods have granted him one moment of glory.

And this rebel twerp means to ruin it for him. This rebel twerp dares to mock him.

Torgrim stares down Edward, narrows his eyes, and with every ounce of his being he concentrates on Edward Cullen.

He unleashes his power.

Kebi blows up.

Carlisle begs Edward to stop talking, everyone begs him to stop talking, Bella is losing control of her shield in distress.

Aro is this close to hyperventilating. Torgrim, for the love of god, don't try it again. He doesn't even need to, Alec can take advantage of Bella's inner turmoil now.

Before Torgrim can use his power again, Aro orders him to stop. Point proven, let's be merciful now. (Before Aro himself blows up.)

Edward, desperate for a win in the midst of all this disaster where he just goaded the Volturi into blowing up Stefan and Kebi, decides it's speech time. He starts talking about how the Volturi are tyrants, they're evil and corrupt and will kill just about anybody. Literally, they have a guy who'll kill anybody at all.

Caius starts doing the math on how many vampires Torgrim has to kill before Edward explodes. Sadly for Caius, Marcus was always the one who was good at maths, but Marcus doesn't care anymore. He asks anyway. Marcus, E = {1 ∈ 0 < n }, and P(Edward dies) = 1/E, uh- Marcus, help. MARCUS.

Aro is debating which option makes him look less terrible, to interrupt Edward and start bickering with this seventeen-year-old or wait until he's done before saying anything, or take advantage of Bella's panic and try Alec again, or-

Torgrim uses his power again.

Liam blows up.

Holy fuck, Siobhan should have prevented that. I guess Python is more powerful than she is.

Someone tackles Edward to the ground, the Cullen surrender, and Alice and Jasper arrive just in time to see that they've already lost.

Aro brings Renesmée and Bella with him back to Volterra, not so much out of interest for Renesmée so much as bringing the daughter is a perfect excuse to bring Bella as well. Bella is too dangerous to be left alone out there. In time, she will either come to see the Volturi as friends, or be executed.

This timeline is the nail in the coffin for his friendship with Carlisle, as he killed his daughter and then kidnapped Bella and Renesmée, but it's a sacrifice he can make.

(Though should the opportunity arise...)

A few months later, wanting to prove to the world that this wasn't just a one-off, that Torgrim is indeed a mighty man who can somewhat direct his power in the right direction and should be allowed to do things within the Volturi, Torgrim uses his power again.

Emmett blows up.

... this program is just refusing to harm the Volturi, huh.