I Want A Geto In My Life

THIS IS OSCAR ISAAC listening to me, responding to me, smiling at me and then laughing.

Life checklist complete ✅ I can die happy *SCREAMS ETERNALLY*

My 1,000+ year old himbo BNHA OC :)

Some info about him:

Name: Aikawa (last) Takeo (first) - 相川　武夫

Name meaning: mutually(last) brave warrior (first)

Age: 16 (past) 1016 (present)

Birthday: October 21

Gender: Male

Personality: kind, optimistic, persistent, charming, friendly (think abt Captain America)

Species: Elf

Height; 6’8 (203 cm )

Occupation: Magician Knight (Past), Hero-in-training (Present)

Elemental power: Fire (from symbol), Earth (from species)

Summons:

Tomatsu (defender and eldest son) : Attacker/Tank, Teleporter, Demon Wolf

Tomomi (Wisdom and Good Truth): Information gatherer, Demon Crow

Reiki (Healer): healer, mother figure, Demon Panther

Symbols: The Blue Dragon (shown as the Eye of The Dragon jewel and black/grey fabric)

Past: Being an orphan from a young age, he was practically raised in an orphanage- unloved, bullied, and outcasted for being able to befriend demons (that haven’t gone insane). This caused him to want to fight for those who couldn’t fight for themselves- people and demons alike (that deserved protecting of course). He practiced to be able to pass the test to get into the well known Knight Academy. After getting accepted to the academy, they were tested for what sort of occupation they could go into (Healer, Knight, Magician, Tank, Priest), as well as the elemental power. He was shown to be the rare combination of a Knight-Magician, but in his test for power, he was shown to be a demon summoner. From that day on, he was outcasted once more from the stereotypes that followed demon summoners- evil beings that had the ability to kill anyone they wanted. His summons, Tomomi, Tomatsu, and Reiki, practically raised him and loved him throughout his schooling. He graduated the top of his class, and grew to be a legendary Knight, smashing the evil stereotype that followed his demon-summoning abilities. Although not everyone truly felt safe around his demons, there were those who felt enlightened to the two types of demons that do exist: those who lost their sanity to follow the evil demon king, and those who did not fall and stayed true to their nature- who went into hiding since they were normally at risk from both humans and demons. He eventually grew so popular that the king of the country invited him to be his own personal Knight- an honor in itself. But, when he found out the King’s plans to allow the country to fall to demon rule with the promise of vast wealth and prosperity, he tried to warn the people. Before he could, the King’s Priests sealed him and his demons in a shrine for 1000 years, where he was awakened by the USJ attack.

I will be posting a reference of him later but I hope you like him :)

Also he plans to have a harem since, yes, he is gay so why not haha

PETER: "I was very conscious of trying to make sure that Pearl had felt welcome. And that it was an environment that was friendly. And that she could do what she wanted, really."

Fluffvember Stories

To celebrate the warmth and love of November, here are the fluff pieces I have written throughout the months. I hope you enjoy them.

☆ Izuku Midoriya -  Ferris Wheel Surprises  ☆

☆ Katsuki Bakugou - Little Disruption  ☆  

☆ Katsuki Bakugou - Apple Pie ☆

☆ Shouto Todoroki - Pumpkin Spice Latte ☆  

☆ Shouto Todoroki - The Moon and His Lover ☆  

☆ Hitoshi Shinsou - Mornings ☆

☆ Hitoshi Shinsou - Botched ☆

☆ Dabi - Morning Shenanigans ☆

☆ Shouta Aizawa - Back to School ☆

☆ BNHA - Meeting Their Parents HCs☆

☆ BNHA - Morning Routine HCs ☆

☆ BNHA - Night Routine HCs ☆

☆ BNHA - Cooking HCs ☆

Me every time I encounter a new blog/writer/artist of the OI fandom and I want to be moots with them

This may just be my experience as an autistic person, but the kids I’ve nannied whose parent’s complain of ‘bad awful in cooperative selfish autistic behavior’ are… Not like that? At all?

Like, for example, I cared for a kid for a while who was nonverbal and didn’t like being touched. Around six years old? Their parent said that they were fussy and had a strict schedule, and that they had problems getting them to eat. Their last few nannies had quit out of frustration.

So, I showed up. And for the first little while, it was awkward. The kid didn’t know me, I didn’t know them, you know how it is. And for the first… Day and a half, maybe? I fucked up a few times.

I changed their diaper and they screamed at me. I put the TV off and they threw things. Not fun, but regular upset kid stuff.

Next time, I figured, hell, I wouldn’t like being manhandled and ordered around either. Who likes being physically lifted out of whatever it is they’re doing and having their pants yanked off? Fucking few, that’s who.

Next time, I go, ‘hey, kiddo. You need a new diaper?’ and check. ‘I’m gonna go grab a new one and get you clean, okay?’ ‘Wanna find a spot to lay down?’ ‘Alright, almost done. Awesome job, thanks buddy’.

I learned stuff about them. They liked a heads up before I did anything disruptive. They didn’t mind that I rattled of about nothing all day. They didn’t like grass or plastic touching their back. They were okay with carpets and towels. They liked pictionary, and the color yellow, and fish crackers, and painting. They didn’t look me in the face (which was never an issue- I hate that too, it fucking sucks) but I never had reason to believe that they were ignoring me.

Once I learned what I was doing wrong, everything was fine. Did they magically “”“become normal”“” and start talking and laughing and hugging? No, but we had fun and had a good time and found a compromise between what I was comfortable with and what they were comfortable with. (For the record, I didn’t magically sailor-moon transform into a socially adept individual, either. In case anyone was wondering.)

I don’t like eye contact. It’s distracting and painful and stresses me out.

They didn’t like eye contact either.

Is eye contact necessary to communication? No. So we just didn’t do it.

Was there ever a situation where I HAD to force them to drop everything and lay down on the lawn? No. So the thirty second warning came into play, and nobody died.

“But they never talked!”

No, they didn’t. And they didn’t know ASL, and they didn’t like being touched.

So you know what happened?

My third day in, they tugged on my shirt. ‘Hey monkey, what’s up?’ I asked. And they tugged me towards the kitchen. ‘oh, cool. You hungry?’. They raised their hands in an ‘up’ gesture. ‘you want up? Cool.’ and I lifted them up. They pointed to the fridge. I opened it. They grabbed a juice box out of the top shelf, and pushed the door closed again. ‘oh sweet, grape is the best. You are an individual of refined taste.’ I put them down and they went back to their room to play Legos.

“But they didn’t say please or thank you!” “But you should be teaching them communication skills!” “But!” Lalalalala.

1. The entire interaction was entirely considerate and polite. I was never made uncomfortable. I was made aware of the problem so that I could help them solve it. There was no mess, no tears, no bruises, no shouting.

2. Did my brain collapse into a thousand million fragments of shattered diamond dust out of sheer incomprehension? No? Then their communication skills were fine. Goal realized, solution found, objective complete. They found the most simple and painless way to communicate the situation and then did it.

Kids are not stupid. AUTISTIC kids are not stupid.

I’m willing to bet real cash money that the real reason the last few nannies had quit had a million times more to do with their own ability to cope, not the kid’s.

To this day, that was the most relaxed and enjoyable job I’ve ever had.

And I know I don’t speak for everyone. All kids are different. All adults are different. But in my time and experience, pretty much 95% of all my difficulties with children come from ME not being understanding enough. Every single “problem child” I’ve worked with turned out to be a pretty cool person once I started figuring out how to put my ego aside and let them set the pace.

Again, not speaking universally, here. I’m just saying. Sometimes social rules are bullshit, you know? People are people

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

You ever just breathe and you’re like wow... that shit hurted 🙂

Rose & Thorns: 01

— summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

— pairing: dragon!jungkook x reader / future!bts x reader

— genre: angst, slight fluff / poly!au / fantasy!au / dragon!au

— word count: 3.4k

— warnings: orphan reader, bits of insecurities kicked in here and there

╰ part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8

“Hi there.”

In the dark and deep dungeon where Jungkook laid, his head perked up at the sound of a lady’s voice and his brows furrowed. A girl? What was a girl doing in a part of the village where the villagers have deemed to be the most dangerous zone? Surely guards must have surrounded the area with tough security, right? So how did you manage to go past it?

“I’m Y/N,” he heard the voice again and a soft scoff left him.

You were probably just there curious to see the dragon those infamous soldiers have managed to catch.

“I am…” you trailed off and he found himself waiting for what you had to say, “I am the keeper of the dragon.”

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He went on vacation