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fly home, hawks.
Non-autistics living with autistics:
They keep eating the same freaking food and it frustrates me so much! We can't have the "big scary light" on just lamps everywhere! Even when I try to find peace by doing stuff with them they just ignore me and do whatever they want. They can't even do the simplest of things like go with me to the grocery store every week! How do people expect them to survive in society??
Autistics living together:
So as long as we get my 10 packets of this really specific food, and some snacks, I'll be okay. Also is it cool if you go to the grocery store? I can clean the bathroom since thats bad sensory for you and the store is bad sensory for me. Can you turn on the lamp instead of the big light? It gives me a headache. Thanks man. Yea I'll unplug the TV for you since you can hear the high pitched noise. Do you want to do two separate things in the same room as bonding again this evening? Thats my favorite part of the day too.
||STALK-love||🌹 🔪 🩸 written by me
🔞 Student!Gojo x reader| Minors DNI|YANDERE TRIGGER WARNING 🔞
Tags:stalking,photos,obssessive behavior,lot's of "mine" from the reader,blood,death(outside characters),maniacal,
i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes
please reblog 🔁 and like❤️
P.s: it's my first time writing such topic so let me know how was it in the cooments
You’re overly obsessed with Gojo. You always follow him, even taking pictures of him without his knowledge. You would do anything for him, even killing for him if someone were to get between the two of you. No matter how much he tried to push you away, you’ll never stop trying to be with him. You don’t care what happens to yourself or anything else as long as you have him. You’re madly in love with him, and nothing else matters but him.
There’s something about him that drives you crazy and makes you want to never let him go. You’re completely smitten by him, and you can’t stop thinking about him. You’re constantly around him, even when he doesn’t want you to be. You stalk him online and collect pictures of him. You stalk his socials, and you keep tabs on his location. You follow him around the house and sneak snaps of him when he’s not looking.
You have a borderline unhealthy obsession with Gojo. All he does is take up space in your mind. You're always thinking about him, planning ways to get his attention, and trying to find ways to be around him. You have a whole folder dedicated to everything related to him. You search for any scraps of information you can find about him online and save everything you can. You collect pictures of him, even if he's not looking. You're absolutely obsessed with him.
"gojooo" You cooed hugging is arm snuggling "who was she?" you asked looking at the girl who just talked with him
"Just a colleague" he said, casually dismissing the girl who'd been speaking to him. He had a way of making things sound insignificant, even when they weren't. But you were here, with him… and the other girl wasn't. You were the only one he'd ever need. "What are you doing here?" he asked, shifting his gaze to you.
"nothing..just..you know..walking" You smiled before looking at the girl with hate
You hated the girl who'd been speaking with him. How dare she talk to him? You were the only one who deserved his attention. You stared at her with venom in your eyes, wishing you could get rid of her.
You dismissed Gojo with a bogus excuse as you slowly trailed the other girl, creeping up on her as you took out your knife from your holster around your waist. "Hey" you smiled cockily, hiding the knife behind your back. She had no idea the danger she was in. She thought she was just another coworker of Gojo's.
Your heart pounded as the adrenaline rushed through your veins. You stabbed the girl in the alley. "Gojo is mine, mine, mine!" you whispered,your voice dripping with jealousy. "You can't have him" you said, the madness in your eyes palpable as you kept stabbing the girl relentlessy,blood splattering all over you,on the walls.
"Mine" you repeated, the madness on your face increasing. "He's mine. Mine!" The madness on your face grew even more as you continued to repeat the same phrase, again and again. "Mine!" you screamed. "Mine! Mine! Mine!"
"Gojo is mine..mine.." You giggled as you slupt on the cold and moldy ground,hugging the bloody knife as you breathed out giggling again as you grabbed your cheeks smiling creepily "He's mine...mine,mine,mine"
The madness had taken over you now, and all you could think about was Gojo. You were so consumed with obsession and jealousy that nothing else mattered. All you wanted was him. He was the only person who made you feel alive, and you were willing to do anything to keep him yours. You were beyond reason and sanity, filled with the need to possess him. The madness was overwhelming, and you were incapable of thinking clearly. You were utterly irrational, crazed by your obsessive love.
The madness overwhelmed you completely, and you were no longer able to distinguish reality from your obsessions. You were completely irrational, blinded by your love and jealously. The madness had taken over, and you were unable to control your emotions. The need to possess Gojo was all-consuming, and nothing else mattered. You were deranged, driven to do whatever it took to keep him yours, to prevent anyone else from getting him.
Now that the girl is out of the way, you hug Gojo, snuggling up to him and purring. You feel so much better now that she's gone. She can't threaten you anymore. She can't try to steal your man. It's just you and him now, and that's the way it should be.
You lean your head on Gojo’s chest as your arms wrap around him. You feel so much lighter, like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. He’s all yours now. The other girl doesn’t exist anymore. You only have him, and no one else will ever get in your way again.
Look I’m not trying to exclude people but...
ANIMESEXUAL IS NOT A SEXUALITY GODDAMN
Like seriously?!? Tiffany watches yaoi once and is like wow I’m attracted to anime guys so I must be ✨animesexual✨
nO YOU GIANT HALFCOOKED DONUT
If you are attracted to anime men, then CONGRATULATIONS YOUVE ACHIEVED A HUMAN TRAIT CALLED EMPATHY!!
Humans are WIRED to relate to other humans, even through forms of media. And yes this counts for attraction. Please. This goes for kinks too. If you’re a man that likes women and you’re into BDSM then
YOU ARE NOT LGBT.
Y’all straight people want to be included SO BAD. I would love to see a point in history where there is no such thing as LGBT. As in there is no distinction. But right now, visibility and distinction is IMPORTANT.
Just because 13 year olds think that Hisoka or Bakugou is hot doesn’t mean that they’re “animesexual”.
Thank. You.
So... the interaction with my dad is a good example of difficulties for conversation I think? I should add a disclaimer here that I’m not diagnosed with ADHD or autism, but I believe I may have one or both of these. I also believe that potentially both of my parents may have one or both of these things, but like I said, I haven’t been diagnosed and neither have they. Nevertheless, here is a post about struggling with communication stuff.
Basically, my dad went to the store to get things for a family lunch for tomorrow. I haven’t been feeling well all day (pretty sure it was something I ate), so I set a timer for about half an hour, figuring that if his text notifications woke me, I’d be ready to get up and help him move things in, and if he weren’t back within that time, he’d probably get back soonish, and took a nap.
Oh, boy, that is not what happened.
Yeah, no, for some reason, despite my ringer being on, neither his texts nor my alarm, which I set to a very loud song to make sure I would wake up, woke me. So I woke to the vibration of my alarm about two minutes after it was set to go off to less than pleased text messages about helping him to move stuff, which obviously I had missed by a good twenty minutes. I apologized for it, telling him that I hadn’t realized, and waited a bit. He didn’t respond, and I ended up drifting back to sleep. I know that was irresponsible of me, but I was just so exhausted.
This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, and I’ve always expressed my regret. I really don’t mean to sleep through things. Other times I’ve missed notifications because I was really busy. Regardless, I never just purposefully ignore my parents, and I really do try to be ready to help with unloading groceries from the car or whatever it is they need.
Anyway, this is the part about where taking notes for conversation takes place.
See, my dad has told me multiple times when I was younger not to give him any excuses, just to apologize and move on. So that’s what I’ve been doing. And it’s been hard because despite trying to catalogue what how he says he wants an apology or future interactions or whatever, clearly it doesn’t work that way. In my apology to him this time, I had just texted that I was sorry and hadn’t seen the messages. Later, when he had yelled at me to come downstairs, he demanded to know why I hadn’t elaborated, and I told him: because he said before that he didn’t want excuses.
To which he said he didn’t want excuses (I was correct), but that he wanted an explanation.
...yeah.
So I tried to give him the explanation, which was that I had been laying down because I wasn’t feeling well, etc. etc. that I already wrote. And he was less than understanding. Obviously, I don’t want to lie to him, but he doesn’t understand that when I say, “I don’t feel well,” it doesn’t mean, “oh, no, I stubbed my toe, time for me to be melodramatic.” Usually, it means, “I have felt like I am one belly jolt away from throwing up my entire guts, and I may or may not be getting a migraine.” Unfortunately, I don’t feel well often, and I suppose he thinks that I don’t feel well a little too often. Rest is really the best way for me to feel better, but he disagrees. So I told him the truth, and it only made him more upset. (I always wonder what he would want me to have been doing instead??? Like willfully ignoring him???)
Anyway, point of this is, that even when you think you have taken enough notes on interaction with someone, it’s best to take a few more. I don’t know what would have made it up in this scenario. Obviously, it would have been best if I hadn’t fallen asleep, so that’s on me, but it doesn’t change the fact that his reaction really hurts, scares me, and makes me anxious about sleeping in general, which is something I have issues with. Additionally, it hurts because it means that despite my explanations over the years that I’m not purposefully ignoring him or my mother, that he still thinks I’m just seeing his messages and going, “haha fuck you,” and ignoring him. Which is not the case.
Interacting with people is hard. And sometimes... they just don’t interact well. I’m still trying to figure out a way to explain everything to him, not just for this time but for the future, and I hope I can.
I don’t know what would have made this interaction better other than the not being asleep parts. I tried to do everything he has said to do when I get in trouble in the past (apologize, no excuses, short and to the point, etc.), but apparently, I’m not going to the family lunch tomorrow. Not my choice.
So, to my neurodivergent folk or anyone who struggles with conversations in general, I write this partially to prepare you about how your note taking won’t always work but also because... honestly? Sometimes there’s only so much you can do. Yes, in this case as with other instances, I’ve made a lot of mistakes. There were things I could have done better, as I’ve said. I’m not denying that I am in the wrong for that. And even though I don’t believe it’s wrong to have a monotone voice, I know that it didn’t help my situation that when my parents get mad at me, I can’t seem to get out of it, which I guess makes me sound disinterested or insincere in my apology.
But it doesn’t mean I’m the only one who could have done better. My father’s refusal to acknowledge that I’m not intentionally trying to piss him off, that I really am feeling sick today (and every time I tell him I am), and that I actually do try to be helpful, especially with this task, doesn’t just hurt me. It also hurts him.
And I know that plenty of kids fake sick or exaggerate illness, but you know what? You know whether your kid is like that. My dad has known me for almost 19 years, and even though there have been times that I have felt worse than others, it doesn’t take away from the fact that if I say I don’t feel well, I mean it. It’s not the difference between a scratch and a big illness, it’s the difference between if-I-don’t-rest-now-this-is-going-to-be-a-migraine and I-would-stand-up-if-I-could-but-I-can’t paired with goodbye-breakfast-have-fun-in-the-sewers and goodness knows what else. You know your kid, so please don’t project your own behaviors at that age or currently on them.
So if you are like me, or if you are like my father, please take this to heart. With every argument, there’s hurt on both sides, sometimes for different reasons, but in my experience, there are ways to address most of the issues so long as both parties are willing to.
And if there were any doubt, I actually did throw up. I threw up after laying on the bathroom floor desperately trying not to. So I guess in the end, it’s probably better that I’m not going to see any family members tomorrow in case I’m actually sick with illness and not food poisoning.
QUIET EVERYONE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT SHIPPING TWO CHARACTERS WHO ARE CANONICALLY SIBLINGS AND FORCE IT APON PEOPLE
listen people are starting to realize tumblr isn’t dead we all need to be as cringe as possible for the next few months, it’s vital to our survival
OH MY GOD THEY ARE MAKING A CHIP AND DALE RESCUE RANGERS MOVIE BUT JOHN MULANEY AND ANDY SAMBERG PLAY CHIP AND DALE. DUDES THIS IS GONNA BE FANTASTIC
Hey! Guess what! Something happened!……
Uh…..this is pretty serious. I’m not gonna talk about what happened….but, I need some time away from everything for a while….I’ll just….leave this here. I’ll probably delete this later!
Anyways, see you in a few weeks…
FAGGOT
YOU THINK YOURE FUNNY DONT YOU? THINK YOURE SO FUCKING COOL? THINK THAT YOURE BEING SLY? WELL YOU ARE NOT! DAMN I TOLD YOU STAY OUT OF MY LIFE AND YET YOU KEEP SLITHERING BACK. IM SICK OF IT TO BE HONEST AND I AM NOT HAPPY TO SEE YOU IN MY INBOX AGAIN. GO AWAY! FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE. IN ALL TRUTH YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON. DONT LIKE THE TRUTH? I DONT CARE! BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT YOU FUCKING DID TO ME AND ILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR IT. WHY WOULD YOU EVER DO THAT TO ANYONE. HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT? WHY DO YOU CHOOSE TO LIVE WITH YOUR ACTIONS? HOW CAN YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF? WHY DID YOU GET RID OF SO MANY PEOPLE? WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR GOAL HERE? IF YOU ARE TRYING TO MIND CONTROL ME AGAIN IT WILL NOT WORK. I DARE YOU TO TRY IT AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS. YOU CANT PULL THE SAME TRICK TWICE ON ME NOW. I THINK YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. I DONT EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT YOU! THOUGHTS ABOUT YOU MAKE ME SERIOUSLY HAVE THE URGE TO PUKE. ILL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CAN JUSTIFY ABUSE. HURRY UP AND SHOO BEFORE I REALLY GET ANGRY. BECAUSE NOW THAT I REMEMBER HOW TO FEEL EMOTIONS YOU DONT WANT TO SEE ME WHEN IM IN RAGE. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. PLEASE JUST GO AWAY ITS ALL IM BEGGING OF YOU FOR THE LAST TIME. GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.