A/n: Sorry I Was Gone I've Had My Director On My Ass About Practicing At Home

the mask goes on the minute other people look.

make eye contact. too much, look away. now smile and nod. stop bouncing your leg. make them like you.

those are his thoughts. because too many people have called him weird. too many people have pointed and laughed. too many people made fun of him for just being himself.

oh, but you..

you remind him it's okay to unmask. you smile, listening to him ramble about his interests. you could listen for hours and never get bored.

when you notice his discomfort in a crowd. when you help him communicate when he's too overwhelmed to talk.

with you, the ribbon that holds the mask together comes undone. with you, his mask falls to the ground.

POE, RANPO, dazai, GIYUU, kenma, l lawliet, near, WANDERER, AL HATHIAM, kaveh, LYNEY, and any of your autistic favorites!

reblog!! it very well could be the reason someone lives!

dont ever hesitate. reblog this.

Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Trans LifeLine: 1-877-565-8860

Human Trafficking Hotline: 1-888-373-7888

Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233

BDSM Partner Abuse Hotline: 617-742-4911

Substance Abuse Helpline: (800) 784-6776

hello! the name bee is adorable /ot

ANYWAYS could i request headcanons of leon and fuyuhiko (separate) with an s/o in a greaser gang (or motorcycle gang, whatevers easier for you to write)

a/n: HELL YEAH! i was really pumped to write this bc the outsiders is one of my favorite books lmao. sorry fuyuhiko's is quite short, but i tried to do him justice. anyways, enjoyyy!

leon

to start, he's probably immediately part of your little group

he's got that charismatic optimism

he even taught a few of the younger members how to play guitar

and, as reluctant as he is, he'll pitch (sorry) in if you ever need an extra player in a game of baseball

to add on, he kinda just looks the part of a greaser, if not just a bit more punk.

but on that note, in the event that you two are just trying to enjoy a nice day out and someone tries to harass the two of you, he'll give 'em a taste of their own medicine.

he's an athlete, of course he'll sock the person in the face.

also, he takes pride in his hair, so he'll sure as hell help you with yours.

need help styling?

he's on it.

all i'm saying is that he's kinda the perfect partner of a greaser

fuyuhiko

ya know how i said that if a soc or someone tried to make fun of y'all that leon would sock 'em?

yeah, fuyuhiko would send the damn yakuza after 'em.

he's an incredibly standoff-ish person

yeah, but in other news, he understands what it's like to be looked down on by society just because of the situation you're born into

also, he would totally take your whole gang under his protection.

he's an asshole but loves you and your gang to bits.

happy (belated) birthday to ivan, dazai, and i!!

i said i would draw stuff and i did. can you tell which one was first and which one was last?

2 more spouses and sigma'll be henry the eighth

Umm this is the family tree I know so far

I can’t remember all of Sigma’s spouses names and Fyodor said he had more children and didn’t give me names..

Ah, this is an excellent start. Hopelessbluebird also got married to Bram at some point, and Aya is part of the Bram family as well.

And @suru1990 is one of my adopted children as well.

a/n - before i get started on the requests in my inbox, i just wanted to show you guys a piece i wrote with my a couple of my ocs :)

Abielle sighed as her flag clanged on the floor, “god! I’m gonna fucking scream!” Why in the world couldn’t she get this damn toss right? She looked at the video on her phone as it played over and over again. It was a simple parallel toss. Open to the front, bring it behind the head, and flick. It wasn’t supposed to be this damn hard.

The sounds of her frustration echoed through the nearly empty dance gym and the only other person to hear her was her squad leader, Morgan. “Keep it in the toaster,” she mumbled through chews of her salad.

“I’m trying!” Abielle yelled back as she tossed it once more. Her arms were feeling heavy from how many times she’s done it without rest. This time, the flag flew across the gym, almost hitting Morgan.

Morgan jumped back slightly and nearly choked on her food. “Control,” she reminded.

Abielle groaned, flopping down on the hard floor, “I wanna go home!” She was tired, weak, and not to mention stressed from a week of tests and exams. She just didn’t want to do color guard at that moment despite going to sectionals on her own accord.

Aggravated, she quite literally rolled her way over to her flag. Morgan had tried so hard to hold back a giggle at Abielle’s reflection in the dance mirrors.

Once over to her flag, she wrapped the silk around her body. “I’m taking a nap,” she said dramatically while hugging the pole.

“Night-night,” Morgan chimed as she stifled a laugh.

Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

DONT SCROLL THIS IS IMPORTANT!

im begging anyone who sees this post to prevent rapesexual, im begging you. no one will see this but if you do reblog to get the message out that these fuckers exist and dont deserve to exist heres the flag so you can know who to fucking block, report and tell to fuck off

i dont want this to ruin the pride and help with self esteem of being lgbtq+ so a signal boost from larger accounts might be nice

a/n - i wanted to write a danganronpa fanfic other than nagito because you're all fools/j.

ibuki let out an exasperated sigh, fidgeting with the strings of her guitar. “even with my tuner-thingy, i can’t seem to tune it right! ibuki can’t keep doing this!” she flopped down on your shared bed. the instrument seemed to just frustrate her more and more.

“how about you take a break?” you suggested “come back with a clear head.”

the rain pitter-pattered on the roof, the perfect weather to keep ibuki feeling down. “i don’t wanna” she complained, “i want to play!”

you joined her in laying down, jumping onto the bed. “doesn’t ibuki own another guitar?” you smirked, pointing to the other, equally awesome, guitar in the corner of the room.

“you’re.. right!” she perked back up, her cheerful smile spreading across her face. she quite literally rolled off the bed and hit the floor with an oomph. springing back up, she skipped over to the spare guitar and picked it up.

“what’d i tell ‘ya?” with a laugh, you sat up.

“yeah, yeah. now here’s a song i’ve been working on, ‘i squeezed out the baby yet i have no idea who the father is’!” oh no..

guys i’m so sorry. marching season is starting up so i’ve been super busy. i also got grounded so i couldn’t use my laptop and i hate writing on my phone. but i promise i’ll get to requests and such. TwT.

in other news, i’m fifteen now so i’ll add that to my bio later. :3