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
Added the promised second part y’all!
OSCAR ISAAC as STEVEN GRANT (1.01) + letterboxd reviews
He is too damn pretty...ughh
About what you could do for us (even though you really don't have to), because we were there for you. I have an idea for a Frankie fic.
I'm a baker and I've always loved the idea of people enjoying my cakes. I love baking for people.
Then I had this dream. I was friends with the guys and often made cakes and treats for them. In the dream (and real life to be honest) I'm head over heels with Frankie and would blush everytime he liked my cakes. He even got a little more tummy by eating cakes all the time 😆💜
What I didn't know was that he was crazy about me to. But then I woke up, before any of us could do anything about it.
Maybe you'd have some idea of how to make this into an awesome fic 😁❤
Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader
Warnings: bad flirting, awkward Frankie and reader, Benny is the silly one of the group and you can’t change my mind
A/N: Okay. So I absolutely love this! Thanks for sending it in!
[frankie masterlist][frankie masterlist pt. 2]
part 2
“There she is! Our favorite little baker!” Benny shouted as he walked into the shop with the rest of the guys in tow. The rest of the patrons turned and looked at him as you shook your head.
“I know you only say that for free treats, Benny,” you teased.
“Hey, we all have a sweet tooth and we don’t trust anyone else to make us stuff,” he admitted. You walked from behind the counter and gave him a quick hug before hugging the other guys.
“How you guys been?” you asked, zoning in on Frankie who always seemed to linger in the back of the group. You had to confess that you always found him the most attractive out of them all and, more often than not, you found yourself thinking about him. “Frankie...”
“I’m-I’m good, thanks.” He looked at you then looked away quickly, smiling down at the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“I want you guys to try something new for me. Go find a table and I’ll bring it out,” you told them and they all scrambled excitedly to the table with the most seats right by the window.
You walked to the back and carefully plated the chocolate treats you had made last night. You tasted one yourself and thought it was great, but it was always nice to have a second, third, fourth, and fifth opinion. When you walked back out, Benny pumped his fists in the air and you laughed. Frankie stared out the window but looked as soon as you place the plates on the table. His eyes widened ever so slightly.
“I know how much you like chocolate, Frankie,” you said and he froze as he reached for a plate and looked up at you.
“Y-You do?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips.
“I do.” You winked before walking away and you could hear the guys all teasing him now.
You busied yourself with other customers for a while, your eyes drifting back to Frankie every now and then. They were all talking animatedly about something but you couldn’t really pay attention since you were minding other customers.
“Frankie, dude, please go over there and tell her how much you liked her new...treat,” Santiago said. He nudged his best friend but Frankie only shook his head and shushed him.
“She’ll hear you. She’s...looking over here!” he whispered angrily before covering his face with a menu.
“And that’s not obvious at all,” Will teased.
“What did you guys think?” you asked excitedly and Frankie quickly lowered the menu and pretended to read it. He had a bit of chocolate in the corner of his lips. Those lovely, plush, pouty lips.
“They were fucking amazing,” Benny said. “What do you call ‘em?”
“I...don’t know yet.” You shrugged. “And the resident chocolate lover, what did you think?” you asked, looking directly at Frankie who was trying to hide his face with the bill of his cap.
“Frankie...” Santi whispered, elbowing him.
“Hm? Oh! It was...amazing. Best thing I ever tasted.” He smiled and you smiled back, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. It was obvious that you had the same effect on him by the slight pink coloring his cheeks.
“You got a little something...” You grabbed a napkin and leaned over the table to wipe at the corner of his mouth. “Got it.”
“Thank you,” he said in a low voice, looking right into your eyes.
“Any time.” You stood up straight again and the guys all grinned at Frankie and held back laughs.
“You got any more?” Santi asked.
“You paying for ‘em?” You held out your hand and he just shook your head, making everyone laugh. “Maybe if you come back later. Now...get out and let me work, please.”
They all said their goodbyes and, once again, Frankie lingered in the back. “Thanks again,” he said quietly. “You were good...I mean...the cake was good! The cake!” The guys snickered but you only nodded.
“Thanks Frankie. Come back any time.”
“Hey! How come he gets a ‘come back any time’ and we get kicked out?” Benny complained jokingly and Will shoved him out the door.
You laughed quietly as you cleaned the table they sat up, looking out the window just in time to see Frankie looking at you. He seemed embarrassed to get caught but raised his hand in greeting anyway. You waved back and he put his hands in his pocket before jogging to catch up with the guys. You watched as he did and tried to push all the thoughts you had of how good he looked in those jeans far back in your mind.
The bell above the door jingled as you cleaned and put stuff away for the night. “Sorry but I’m just clos-” You turned to find Frankie standing by the door awkwardly.
“Frankie?” You walked around the counter quickly and stood in front of him. “What are you doing here?”
“Um...well...you said I could come back any time, but if you’re closing I could come back tomorrow,” he said nervously, his words getting a little jumbled.
“No, no...please stay. Mind helping me a little?” you asked and he smiled.
“Love to.”
You threw him an apron so his clothes wouldn’t get dirty as he cleaned. It took you a lot longer to clean up tonight because you were so distracted by him. The way he easily reached for the highest shelves, the stretch of his shirt as he did. The determination etched on his face as he scrubbed at a particularly stubborn drop of icing was probably your favorite thing.
“It doesn’t have to be perfect, Frankie,” you told him and he looked up at you. He lifted his hat to wipe his forehead then replaced it.
“You do this alone every night?” he asked, looking around the kitchen.
“It’s not too bad,” you said.
“I mean...if you want, I can come by around closing time and help you out. I don’t mind.”
“You would do that for me, Frankie?” you asked.
“I’d do anything for you,” he blurted. “I mean, I’d...yeah...of course.”
You giggled and took your apron off. “Hey, I have something for you.”
“For me?” He smirked as you walked over to the big refrigerator. When you turned, he smiled even brighter.
“I had a few of these left over and...I know how much you like chocolate. Here.” You held the tray out to him and he took one of the little cakes. His phone dinged and he pulled it out.
Hey, whats goin on? the text from Benny read. Are u with her? Please dont have sex in the kitchen or thats all ill think about when we eat there. Frankie rolled his eyes and put his phone away.
“Benny?” you asked.
“How’d you know?” He took a bite of the cake and closed his eyes. “Best thing ever.”
“You really mean that?” you asked.
“Yup. Here.” He held the part he hadn’t bitten out to you and you took a bite. “Is that not the best thing you’ve ever tasted?”
“Wouldn’t it be conceited of me to say that about my own baking?”
“No. There’s nothing wrong with being confident in your work. I think I’m a damn good pilot,” he told you.
“Because you are.”
“And you’re a damn good baker,” he said. “Oh...you got a little...” He looked around and found a paper towel. He wet it in the sink before walking back over to you and wiping your lip. “Got it.”
“Thanks...”
“Can I...uh...kiss you?” he asked.
“You can.”
“Really?!” He was not expecting that answer at all. He looked down at the little piece of cake left in his hand. He shoved it into his mouth and you laughed.
“You’re gonna kiss me with a mouth full of cake?” you joked. He held up his finger as he chewed and chewed then swallowed.
“Okay. May I kiss you...now?”
“The answer is still yes.”
When his lips touched yours, you swore you sighed out loud. His lips were so soft, softer than you could have ever imagined. And his kiss was so gentle, one hand cupping your face while the other gently pressed at your lower back. There was no rush, no greed...just time. He pulled away, leaving you breathless.
“You taste like chocolate,” you murmured, still feeling as if you were floating.
“Do I?” he chuckled.
“Yeah. Sweet.” You looked at his lips.
“All credit to those delicious little cakes you made but you...you’re sweet all on your own,” he said quietly as he moved in close again. “Like I knew you would be.”
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The Brain Boy juice is fresh, my thirsties
SEVEN MINUTES IN HELL
a bnha halloween collab by @lizbotw and @krusty-cheetahs
a choose your own adventure story!
pairings: bakugou katsuki x reader, iida tenya x reader, jirou kyouka x reader, kaminari denki x reader, midoriya izuku x reader, todoroki shouto x reader
status: [open/ongoing]
taglist [open]: send an ask to @krusty-cheetahs to be added!
summary: Daily afternoon trek through a haunted forest turned horror story—that’s what had become the reality for you and your friends. After getting lost in the woods, an unexpected thunderstorm (seriously, whose job was it to check the weather forecast this time?) forces the seven of you to seek refuge in an abandoned cabin that creaks too much to not be concerning. Totally normal. Alone and bored out of your minds, you fall victim to a series of bad decisions that follows as night falls, turning your Halloween adventure upside down and leaving you all at the mercy of a forest that seems anything but normal.
[alternatively: kaminari’s idea of exploring a haunted forest turns out to be a bad idea (who would’ve guessed), but a game of truth or dare might actually give you a chance with your crush and halloween might actually turn out to be good this year. also, does anyone else notice the shapes in the forest? just me? okay.]
a/n: yay, first collab! kristy and i are so happy to finally bring this to all of you!!! ♡ basically, this is a choose your own adventure story and the guidelines for requesting are below.
synopsis/request guidelines:
you’re stuck in the middle of a supernatural forest with six of your U.A. classmates, but a few mishaps causes you to end up in the forest alone with one of them (the intro will be posted soon!)
the choices of characters are: bakugou, iida, jirou, kaminari, midoriya, and todoroki
the forest changes at night, and with the help of whatever dimensional shifting halloween magic that seems to possess it, this leads you to stumble into a halloween scenario with your chosen character
choose a scenario prompt from the list kristy posted here
send an ask to @krusty-cheetahs (kristy!!!) with your choice of character and prompt and that will be added as one of the paths below
i hope you all enjoy this event and find it fun! and remember, be careful when you enter the forest…
before you set off into the forest: prompt list || intro [coming soon!]
paths:
[coming soon!]
bakugou katsuki
iida tenya
jirou kyouka
kaminari denki
midoriya izuku
todoroki shouto
Why am I getting Killer B vibes from Mic in the first gif like 😂😂
erasermic ✩ casual → heroes
big bro sukuna because im a sucker for sibling au
Part 2
a study i did because i realized idk how to draw environments at all LMAO
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