#metldown

[milkolya]

already seeing multiple people saying "the time for revolution was 3 years ago!!! now we have to vote bc the election is around the corner!!! we cant revolt in just 6 months thats unrealisticccccc" and i am going insane. i have seen this speech three fucking times in the last decade. 2016. 2020. 2024. get it together and revolt already then

[committing-arson-suicidially]

Toddlers make me want to kill myself Infront of them so that they can watch what they did and fucking respect boundaries and understand that it's not a game and I'm actually freaking the fuck out and I wanna tear a whole in your stomach so I can eat your intestines like spaghetti.

[yaksinhats]

POV: You agreed to spar with Lae'zel

Arthur&Lae'zel thoughts: Lae'zel is Arthur's best friend. They don't talk much, and when they do it's really mostly about battle strategies. He feels very comfortable being around her because having no memories makes him like a fish out of water, and she makes him feel not so afraid to make awkward social gaffes around her because she also doesn't understand the world she's landed in! (He really really really relates to her when she mispronounced Faerun 🥺) Their friendship becomes really deep when he comes more clean about his urges and she offers to train with him to help him control his urges in battle. Also, because he is someone who lies so much and has such a fractured sense of identity, having a friend who doesn't lie to him, doesn't pay meaningless compliments, and believes in his inner strength and ability to overcome the obstacles he faces is extremely important to him and his journey. She's ultimately the person who stops him from becoming the absolute - he can't bring himself to betray Lae'zel in such a significant way. On the flip side, I think Arthur forces Lae'zel to re-examine her own motivations and convictions. He's a walking liability: he lies constantly, and is not in control of his actions, and is actively seeking dominance of the netherbrain she needs to destroy for githyanki freedom. I like to think the night Arthur tries to kill Astarion at last light, she realizes the Smart and Correct thing for a githyanki warrior to do would be to dispatch of him, but she does not, and it really starts to make her view her relationships with people in a new way.

[bear-art64]

Meltdown Sonic!

Basically Sonic wearing the Kagamine Rin's fit from the song meltdown

[spindash]

i was doing so badky last night like really bad LOL so sorry if i am like particularly annoyng. for the next few days. i think i have to be

[nozunhinged]

"wow you're so organized"

Thanks it's the trauma response to my executive dysfunction

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

had the audacity to try and change a light bulb and ended up completely frying every socket in the den

[wormeats]

i wish i could retire and become a gecko. i am not handling existence well usually and it has been very rough

[bunn-iiii]

I have such a weird relationship with hygiene because I will neglect to wash my or brush my teeth for weeks and weeks but if I smell even a little bad I HAVE to take a shower, depending on how bad I feel about smelling bad I will immediately take a shower or will wait until my actual time to take a shower.

[autism-corner]

the gay robo femboy is heeree!!!

[coldlobbiesofmarble]

All in my head a thread of dreams and hopes Nothing's left No

[lorisystem]

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I saw my therapist today so here some thoughts <3

She said im her best patient bc im her oldest (as in longest time spent in therapy w her) so im getting a good grade in therapy for real btw. Possible to achieve. Done it. Is anything something ive never achieved? I did it all the best. Anwyay,

I tell her im tired of being quiet about real self. I give and example of how im polyamorous. Shes like but is nobodys business u dont need to tell. Im like ok but theres situations where ppl think im normal. Give an example that happened. Im like. I wanna be myself about things and act real. Shes like ok but its fine if you just own up to it and IM LIKE, BUT I DONT!!!! I wan everbody nice to me still!!!!! i wanna sayy im polaymorus and like, still everyone nice to me!!!!!!! i told her im just a small animal etc this is so embarrassing to me i realize that. But is true. So anyway.

If anybody is mean to me about how i talk rite now <3 Im very mean back so dont be mean.

She s very nice to me. even though she said something i dont like she doesnt like it either i think and shes worried i never go back but i told her its ok. Its just how i feel but its ok. its bc i didnt go the alst time but i went this time.

She said we should work on giving me ways to be myself etc. so i can be ok about being myself etc. is so scary but nice to me

[angelatsumu]

simon as your allistic husband

hello friends, i am autistic and i wanted a little allistic husband for my own comfort. this may be slightly unrelatable because autism is a spectrum and autistic people experience overwhelm and meltdowns differently. here is my interpretation of my experience (a very small picture of it).

cw: none, autistic reader x allistic!husband!simon riley<3, johnny is a bit overwhelming, overstimulating stimuli + potential meltdown

simon had always been your self-proclaimed protector. he was like a devotee the way he watched you, always keeping an eye on your mannerisms and responses. simon was on his knees before you with just one beck and call, and you knew this to be true in your heart of hearts. your lover, your beautiful simon, was privy to your disability and the way it could render you helpless with no regard for your plans for the day. in an effort to be an “adult”, you might overwork yourself directly into overstimulation or autistic burnout. if you had tried to mask well past your limits in social situations, you found yourself stimming in secretive but painful ways, and perhaps even losing all social awareness as a whole. you constantly cursed yourself for not getting a service dog to help you through these scenarios, but why would you when simon was at your side so quickly? simon knew you like the back of his hand, easily detecting the signs fo your withdrawal or teetering on the edge of insanity. Simon was so equipped to care for you, constantly studying your fidgeting and tone in any situation.

tonight was no different. Simon had asked if you felt comfortable with a small gathering of the Task Force after a bit of time apart, and you willfully agreed. you thoguht you’d checked all of the boxes to prepare yourself for the evening; you’d rested all day, gathered your stim toys and fidget rings, remembered to drink water (with several small reminders from simon), and you even ate an appropriate amount of foods to fuel you for social interaction. Simon was sure to allow you time to indulge your special interests and give you space without overwhelming stimuli. you’d felt pretty equipped for the night, especially since simon had ordered your comfort foods and even prepared a special nook incase you felt a bit overwhelmed. with earplugs in ears and a comfort outfit, you felt far more prepared with the help of your understanding lover. the overwhelming dread that usually accompanied social gatherings seemed to melt away with your anchor who was more than helpful in refilling your cup and taking care of you.

just as everyone was arriving, Simon was sure to dim the lights in the bedroom and set aside a bottle of water with your favorite stims to allow you a safe place. He hated to assume that you might approach metldown territory, but he’d learned that preparing for it is far better for you than simply hoping for the best. He’d taken the liberty of safety proofing the room, giving you a sensory swing and a cushioned corner to prevent you from harming yourself if the meltdown is to worsen beyond his control or interventions. He hummed as he made easy work of it, being sure to charge your headphones and queuing up a playlist you adored to allow you less work during a time of distress. goodness, he loved you so much. he loved doing this gentle and domestic work for you, and he loved the safety that came from his efforts.

it’s now well into the get-together, and Simon has you nestled into his chest. you find the smell of him grounding, and the compression of his arms squeezing around your torso makes you feel safe and comforted. your ears began to sting at the constant and overwhelming timbre of Johnny and Gaz’s bickering, seemingly infiltrating your brain and sowing seeds of hate. you’d tried to fidget with Simon’s dogtags or the hem of his shirt, but the constant booming of their voices had begun to sink its teeth into you. Simon was never loud, and he certainly never yelled in your vicinity without warning. your chest felt tight as you began to feel your clothes rubbing wrongly against your skin every time Simon had a hearty laugh at his coworkers. you squirmed in an attempt to regulate yourself, to move the painful energy you’d been harboring since your nervous system began to fray. the interaction was tiring, draining you of all your humanity as you had to pretend to be interested in the topic of conversation. your breathing shallowed, breaths quick and uneven as you tried your hardest to stave off the boiling under your skin. suddenly Simon’s skin against yours felt wrong, like your nerves were set aflame and stealing the little reserves of normality you’d been clinging to. you didn’t want this happen, you never did. you’d spend every waking moment post-meltdown crying and begging the skies above to “fix” you, to make you less susceptible to these painful experiences. you didn’t want to feel lie this anymore, to hurt anymore.

Simon feels the shift in energy, having stealthily been observing your descent into uncharted territory. he knows where your mind space is, knows that your mind is ricking you into believing you’re too much and that things were easier without you. the way you slightly fled his touch led him to slowly and sneakily withdraw his arms from you, placing them behind his head to allow you to be freed from his grasp. he relishes in the sigh you let out, the way you teeth latch onto his shirt and begin to chew away to calm the nerves. Simon calmly reaches to his right where your spare ear defenders are tucked away, and he slowly slides them over your head. he makes quick work of tying back your hair to lessen the amount of stimuli you had to process. your lover lessens his own chatter, reducing himself to careful nods and short sentences or small laughs to allow you a full realm of recovery. he gives you two taps to your back, a silent inquiry to your current state. you respond with a head shake, signaling that you were far beyond your capacity. simon could tell that your thoughts were being unkind to you, but he was certain he could help you through this difficult period. “they alright,” Price asks, eyes kind as they fall on your frame in Simon’s grasp. the men knew you were autistic, and they were more than supportive to you. Simon sighs, eye soft as he looked at the men and back at you. “Yeah, i think they're just pushing toward overload. ‘m gonna take them to the room, let them get this out,” Simon hums softly, timbre of his voice lowered to create less strain. He gives you another silent tap as a request to carry to your bed, and you nod softly against his chest. his chest dims the lighting of your living room, lessening the stimuli you’ve been taking in. Simon scoops you into his arms and carries you to your bedroom where he gently sits you on your bed. the lights have been dimmed, and Simon slides your weighted blanket closer to you. “Blanket’s here love. ‘M gonna let you have some space, but i’ll be back to check on you soon. ‘M so sorry this happened lovie, but I love you. You’re safe. I am not angry with you, and you’re allowed to feel these things,” He comforts you, placing your stims within reach as your eyes fix on the floor in front of you. He knows words have left you, and he hums before leaving the room to allow you time to process.

thank you for reading! if this experience does not feel very cloe to yours, please feel free to send a request with a different scenario of autism reader x allistic simon <3

[megatronsimp]

I'm gonna call it good before I have another metldown over this damned piece.

Pose ref goes to @mellon-soup with a modification.

[k9wa]

boothill trailer im having a fucking metldown o h my god oh my god oh my GOOODDDD OH MY GOD MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS

[formulatrash]

Hazel I love reading everything you write, you've got such clarity of thought and fire of intent, even when I disagree I am MOTIVATED, thanks for hanging around and blogging, I know it's not *for us* but it's a pleasure to read

sort of having a metldown bc I can't handle praise but in the name of also publishing nice things thank you anon I appreciated this in my own dysfunctional way