idiot-starfish:

Ship: Bimgle, background King of the Bing

Characters: Bim Trimmer, King of the Squirrels, Googleiplier, Bingplier, Yandereplier

Birthdays weren’t usually celebrated at Ego Inc. Everybody knew this, and nobody bothered to question it. On the very rare occasion that they were, it was almost always because of a random wave of nostalgia. But most years, nobody cared.

When new egos were told this, they didn’t question it either. Even if they wanted these days celebrated, they agreed not to bother with them. No one was entirely sure why it was like this, because it never came up, but they guessed it was because of the number of egos that were created and faded away on the same day.

So they accepted it. They didn’t care. Each of them still enjoyed birthdays in their own ways, of course, it was just too abnormal for their taste.

Bing was absolutely determined to celebrate at least one birthday just for the fun of it, though. And why not do it for everyone’s favorite forgotten show host?

Google was confused when Bing pitched the idea to him and King. “Bim has always been content without celebrating birthdays. He’s never even bothered to talk about them. How can we be sure he’d want anything for it?”

Bing poked the taller android in the chest. “Whether he wants it or not isn’t the point, dude! The point is that he does deserve it, you gotta admit. Putting up with all our shit, managing to stop Wilford from killing us all, keeping his ego in check when he can tell one of us is bothered by it.”

“I didn’t say he doesn’t deserve it. I think I know that more than anyone else in this damn office. I’m saying he might not enjoy it.” King shrugged, gently elbowing the android. “You and I both know he’d absolutely glow in the attention, whether he wanted it or not. No matter how badly we manage to screw it up, he’d enjoy it.”

“What he said! It isn’t too late to do something for him today. We can just conjure up the gifts we know he’d enjoy, and we can get Yan to distract him while King makes a cake! Whadda ya say, Googs? You in?”

Google sighed, sensing that this was going to be a trainwreck, but nodded. “Yes, I suppose. Let’s do this.”

And so the three of them informed Yan of their plan, and she immediately looked ecstatic at the idea of throwing her “brother” a makeshift party. She agreed to distract him, and if she did anything better than stalking her senpai, it was keeping up her side in deals.

“Bim!” She called, knocking on his door at an annoyingly quick and never ending speed. The show host oppened the door to his room in confusion, blinking at the slightly taller ego. “Is there a reason why you tried to murder my poor, poor door? What has it ever done to you, Yan?! It’s just trying to function!”

She ignored him and skipped into his room. She hopped onto the bed. “Hey, remember when we learned to make flower crowns because Wilford picked a bunch of the flowers in your garden when he was drunk that one time?”

Bim nodded, flopping down next to her. “Of course I remember! How could I forget? And why do you ask?” “I wanna do that again! It was fun, and why not? You’ve got plenty of flowers anyway! Might as well make them pretty in multiple ways!” He shrugged. “I’m okay with that. Might as well do something with them before they all die.”

Yan jumped up, pumping a fist in the air. “Yay! We can make a bunch of them and the best out of all of them can go to senpai!” Bim chuckled, standing up and walking after her when she went out of the room. “If you wanna make something for him, I’m not opposed to that. Why the hell not?”

As Yan kept him distracted in the garden, Bing, Google, and King were working busily in Bim’s room. King had finished baking the cake already, and was now in the room with them as he frosted it, occasionally helping the androids wrap one of the gifts they’d conjured while waiting for it to set. It took a while, but the three of them soon managed to finish everything that needed to be done. After tying a few more bows onto the boxes, they finally messaged Yan to let them know they were ready.

“Okay, Bim, I think we’ve made enough for now! Wanna take a break?” Bim set his flower crown on the ground, nodding. The fact that Yan of all egos wanted to take a break was a confusing but welcomed surprise, as his hands were starting to ache from working with the crowns.

The two went back to his room, Yan so excited for some reason that she was skipping on the way. “Uh, Yan? Why are you so happy about not doing something?” His sister just giggled and told him he’d find out soon, which was not at all helpful.

Helpful? No. But correct? Absolutely.

He opened his door only to find his boyfriend, King, and Bing standing on different parts of the room, smiling nervously. When the show host looked at Google in confusion, he simply pointed to the bed awkwardly, and Bim gasped at the sight of presents. “Wait, seriously? Why? I mean, of course I’m not complaining, but…why?”

Google pulled him and Yan into the room and the schoolgirl shut the door behind them. “Because we thought you deserved something like this. None of us ever usually get presents or anything on birthdays, and if anyone deserves it, in my opinion, at least, it’s you, Bim.”

He kissed the shorter man’s forehead, much to the delight of Bim, who blushed happily. “Good enough reason for me! Also, King, don’t even try to hide that cake. I can smell it from outside no matter what you do.” “Wha — why didn’t you say anything?!” “I was confused! My room doesn’t normally smell like cake!”

“Forget the cake, open your present!” Bing urged excitedly, shoving a blue one into his arms. Bim scoffed lightly at his impatience, amused, and gently slid off the ribbon, taking the lid off. Inside it was a slightly oversized lavender sweater, and god, it was the softest thing he’d ever touch. Being a human popsicle, Bim was silently fanboying over how warm it looked.

“God, you guys are the best — cake and a super soft sweater? You’ve overdone it.” “Well, I’m glad you like it, because there’s more!” King chirped, and Google ruffled his hair, Bim making an annoyed noise but leaning into the android’s side, who gladly put an arm around him.

Yan handed him another gift, and the cycle continued for a few moments before Bim now had a new cactus, blanket, an insane amount of chocolate covered hazelnuts from King, and a fancy ass knife. After they all finished most of the cake — this being one of the rare times Google enabled his ability to eat — Bim snuggled closer to Google, a soft smile imprinted on his face. “Thank you, guys. This wasn’t what I expected to end my day with, but…it’s a lot better than what was probably going to happen instead.”

King gave him a thumbs up as Bing kissed the royal’s forehead before looking back at Bim. “No problem, shorty. This was fun for all of us!” Yan nodded frantically, smiling at him. “And now, we’ll leave you two be. You can have the rest of the cake, if you guys want.” She said, shooing the other two out of the room and following suit. “See you guys!”

Bim rested his head on Google’s chest, and the other wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, letting Bim curl up into a comfortable position. “I’m glad you enjoyed this, Bim. At first, I was worried you wouldn’t, but I don’t think I’ve ever been more glad to be mistaken.” The show host smiled up at him. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m glad you were wrong, too.” The two of them kissed one more time before simply cuddling in silence.

All in all, it was a pretty good birthday, and probably the only real one Bim would ever get, but that’s okay with him. At least it was with his best friends and the ego he loved.

ace-inclusionist:

take a moment to acknowledge that het ace women do, in fact, have it pretty fucking hard. they navigate a world where they desire a certain kind of relationship with men, but they face an immense amount of erasure and threat due to their sexuality and the nature of that relationship. it’s not easy to date when you have to constantly explain your boundaries and sexuality to every guy you date, and doubly hard when we take into account the fact that men can and do commit sexual violence against women unavailable to them. het ace women do have it hard, and they deserve to be seen for it.

[aphobes don’t interact]

siderealscribblings:

Repeat after me, kids: 

  • Fanfiction is not now nor ever will be a waste of time, uncreative, or automatically inferior to canon. 
  • It is an invaluable tool that enriches fandom and allows authors to build their creative chops in a setting that encourages feedback and communal discussion. 
  • In some cases, fandoms with disappointing canon material can be kept alive solely through the work of dedicated fan-authors, fan-artists, and other content creators.

Do not let anyone suggest that fan-work is without value. 

hexingkyriachy:

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bisexualbaker:

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thatadhdfeel:

“WOW IM SO GLAD MY DOCTOR TOLD ME ABOUT THIS” SAID NONE OF US EVER

[Image: Screencap from the above website; you can click through to read the whole thing, but I’m going to copy-paste this same bit because it answers so many questions in my life – mostly related to “Why am I crying about this?”]

Rejection sensitive dysphoria
(RSD) is an extreme emotional sensitivity and emotional pain triggered
by the perception – not necessarily the reality – that a person has been
rejected, teased, or criticized by important people in their life. RSD
may also be triggered by a sense of failure, or falling short – failing
to meet either their own high standards or others’ expectations.

Dysphoria is Greek for “difficult to bear.” It’s not that people with
ADHD are wimps, or weak; it’s that the emotional response hurts them
much more than it does people without the condition.

When this emotional response is internalized, it can
imitate full, major depression complete with suicidal ideation. The
sudden change from feeling perfectly fine to feeling depressed that
results from RSD is often misdiagnosed as rapid cycling bipolar
disorder.

It can take a long time for physicians to recognize that these symptoms
are caused by the sudden emotional changes associated with ADHD and
rejection sensitivity, while all other object relations are totally
normal.

When this emotional response is externalized, it looks
like an impressive, instantaneous rage at the person or situation
responsible for causing the pain. 50% of people who are assigned
court-mandated anger-management treatment have previously unrecognized
ADHD.

Capslock translation from above: “Wow Im so glad my doctor told me about this” said none of us ever

One more reblog for the road. I’ve seen at least eight people go “There’s a name for this?” as a result of sharing this link, and I want to try and reach even more. It’s so meaningful to me to know that there’s something going on, and that it’s not just me being inadequate at dealing with my emotions. When you consider the level of horror I feel over even minor screwups, my reactions are completely understandable. My feelings are valid.

For anyone else out there who cries over spilled milk, or at the drop of a hat? This might be worth a read.

This is your irregular reminder that Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria Is A (terrible, horrible, no good, very bad) Thing.

Alternately, this is your notice that There’s A Name For That Horrible Experience.

Support to all of my fellow ADHD-ers out there; RSD is made of terrible.

Oh look, it me.

I have ADHD and BPD and this is so relatable