#I'm down for almost anything!

[inkskinned]

i keep thinking about how rfk said that autistic people "will never write a poem." i keep thinking about that, about if humanity is calculated on the back of old verse. how far we measure personhood is in baseball and stanza breaks.

i keep thinking - i have over 7k poems on here alone. language can be a special interest, after all. did you know the word autism comes almost direct from the greek word autos, meaning "self"? self-ism.

maybe he is right - i haven't really played baseball. i was a ballet dancer instead. and besides - my sister once accidentally hit me in the face with an aluminum bat. i'm not sure if the injury gives me half points. am i only a person in the dugout? hand in a mitt? swinging?

does softball count? does cricket? am i a person if i throw the ball to my dog. am i a person as long as the ball is in the air, or do i stop being a person as it rolls into the bushes. i took my girlfriend to fenway recently; was i a person in the sun, with my hands up, with the game laid out at my feet in a diamond. i felt like a person, but that was back in the summer, and i often feel my most person-like then.

am i more of a person because of the sheer number of things i've written? does quality matter, or is it quantity? i used to write entire books every summer in high school - i wasn't doing well. i felt the least like-a-person back then. but then - does any person feel human in high school?

in the library, ink on my skin, i feel personhood shutter at the edges of myself. actually, writing feels blissfully like not being myself. it feels birdlike; escaping into creation so my body dissolves and i survive only by muscle memory. i am not there, i am writing.

but who can deny the falconlike focus of warsan shire, the tenderness of mary oliver, the sheer skill of amanda gorman. those are poets. they are certainly human. you could line them up with the way their words have influenced us and measure their literary shadows like wings.

perhaps it was very assumptive of me to want to be a poet rather than "a [ label ] poet." i wanted the work to fill itself in, rather than be stained by what i am. i do not write in despite of my neurodivergence, i am just neurodivergent and writing.

does the poem have to be in english or can i send it through my palms into the coat of my dog. does the poem have to make sense. does the poem have to love you back.

if i break a glass, will the poem appear naturally? or is the act of breaking the glass human-enough. the shards of my life glittering out beneath me - do i have to write the poem, or is it self-evident in the pile of glass splinters? i cannot grasp this world the way other people can. regardless, i endeavor to touch - even the mess - very gently.

i broke my toenail against my coffee table recently. i released a bug outdoors. i made coffee. i walked my dog.

i didn't write a poem about any of these things.

something else, then. existing without humanity.

[dricacchi]

some arthur lester design ideas and doodles

[lazylittledragon]

what if i broke all the bones in your legs actually

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

And because I recently read the Chocolate Box...Please enjoy one of the only things I feel like the show did right with this particular story...

Poirot looking super dapper in his Belgian police uniform:

The cut of this uniform is very flattering on him, I must say...especially with the way it accentuates his chest, his waist, and his ''''''''seat''''''''

And I love the design on the collar/sleeves. Very fancy/official

also. please look at his very silly official hat

Gotta say. Hugh Fraser may have been the eye candy of this show, but. David Suchet sure knows how to be pretty, too

[icewindandboringhorror]

At what temperature INDOORS (not outdoor weather) do you start to become noticeably uncomfortable (sweaty, heavy, don't feel like doing anything, etc.) and begin trying to cool off yourself or your environment?

(Like, at what point do you start putting out fans, turning on the AC, getting ice water, etc. because the indoor room temperature has gotten too high for you?)

It's starting to get warmer weather where I live, so I was thinking about it/curious how this might vary :0

(sorry if the celsius conversions aren't entirely accurate, I just used a website to look them up/am not familiar with measuring things that way myself lol)

[chelnciel]

Waiting for chapter 25 and a brief recap of my thoughts post ch 24

On this side of the globe it's still October 14th, although there are only a few hours left for the new chapter!!!

So I started reading my notes from the previous chapters, the last chapter of the manga and the little that has been published of the next ch and although we didn't have much BL development in ch 24, I'm glad that the 10 second rule was modified considerably (Hirano already established that each one has 10 seconds) but I want our favorite blond boy to keep asking for it, and start longing for that little time that is just for the two of them.

But beyond the beautiful panels that this chapter left us (I insist, Kagi is more and more handsome and Hirano is drawn more and more cute)

what I liked the most is that the importance of Hanzawa's homophobic stance finally comes to light.

So the story is no longer just about getting around Hirano's dense head and his denial/non-denial, but also Hanzawa's prejudices... it seemed to me that not everything could be so simple and that somewhere we would see those clues that were raised in HRKG's novel and that we saw little of in SSMY.

But beware, while in SSMY he supports the boys' relationship, I fear that for KGHR the situation is not so simple (we have already seen him extremely worried about their relationship),

So I think that this is where we will see the change of mentality.

I think that Hanzawa will leave part of his homophobia because of Hirano, since he is his friend and I don't think that Hirano will be so kind as to try to tolerate his position when he already knows that his beloved Kagi could get hurt. So naturally he will defend him from anything including his own friends.

So we can say that Hirano is not only the cornerstone of the SSMY/HRKG universe (being the key piece for the other two to meet, and protagonist of the 2nd), but he is also the one who leads Hanzawa on the right path. My dear grumpy blond

And I loved that Kagi thinks that everyone will be fine as long as they don't see them, forewarned is forearmed… Although if they keep arguing loudly I don't think they'll be able to hide it so easily…. Nor will the love-struck faces he openly makes at Hirano help him stay in the safety of his bedroom closet.

My poor and sweet boy. Not only will he have to fight against Hirano's lack of understanding, but against the homophobia of his environment. In that aspect, maybe HRKG is a little more difficult than ssmy, where they were accepted immediately?

I loved chapter 24, but I'm looking forward to seeing what Hirano thought/felt at that moment… (I've been obsessed with that panel for months) so I have all the faith that in ch 25 we will be able to see the story through Hirano-san's feline eyes.

On another note… I want to emphasize that Hirano will be an attentive boyfriend. Not knowing what to say, he went to look for Kagi-kun after his jealous attack over Sasaki, just to make sure he was okay. Also, it must be acknowledged that he not only cares about his feelings, but he already knows how to read them, so his communication progresses more fluidly (although of course, his outbursts are still much more effusive than normal). And this is where I see more possibilities, he no longer only cares about him, now he can read him perfectly and put his needs before himself… Dude, you are so screwed.

The next chapter has me anxious. Just the title of chapter 25 makes me think of everything I've been considering, and that maybe those many sides of Hirano are seeing how he behaves in his daily life, with his friends, family and Kagi, and how different he is with the latter.

I feel like this chapter is going to be tasty, I want to avoid spoilers, but I don't know if I'll be able to

And about the upcoming announcements, I just hope it's that volume 5 is coming! I've been waiting for it for so long that I feel like when they announce it, I'm going to die, revive, pre-order all the mangas with the extras, and die again.

I hope volume 6 has Hirano really understanding that he does love Kagi, and that we finally get past March and see him with his black hair

[brekitten]

The Therapist

There's a new therapist at school.

Normally this wouldn't really bother Peter at all, since he's never gone to see a shrink in his life and doesn't ever plan on it, but there's something... off about this woman.

She seems unassuming enough at first glance. Red hair, green eyes, bright red lipstick. But there is something in her eyes, something that Peter can only describe as a predator looking at its next prey, when she looks around the school at all of the teenagers milling about. Heck, even the way she walks makes her seem as if she is a predator stalking her prey.

It could always be some kind of power move, Peter reasons. He's met people like that before, who try to intimidate everyone around them into thinking that they are superior, that they are the apex predator and anyone who dares to cross them would pay for it dearly.

But his Spidey Sense went crazy around her.

He tries to brush it off as paranoia. He'd pulled an all-nighter last night in the lab with Tony because neither of them had been able to sleep, and he hadn't been sleeping well even before that. (Funny, how it had all started the night after he first bumped into the new therapist in the halls.) So his Spidey Sense is probably out of wack because he's tired. Simple as that.

But it seems like everyone in the school is depressed. Even Ned, who can't even muster up the energy and enthusiasm to talk about Legos or Star Wars or even the weather. It worries Peter.

Because it all started when that therapist came to the school.

He can't ignore it forever, he knows that. There is only so long his Spidey Sense can tell him that she is danger danger danger before he finally listens. He has to do something to help everyone.

So he researches.

And he falls into the rabbit hole of ghosts and ectoplasm and secret government organizations and the little, unassuming town of Amity Park, Illinois.

He doesn't sleep that night.

When he comes to school the next morning, Dr. Penelope Spectra looks him dead in the eyes, and smiles.

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

for me, nothing hits quite like someone who's sick but like...still in a good mood? like either ignoring it or admitting they're not well but still pleasant to be around. like they sneeze and someone asks if they're ok and they just roll their eyes and say "yeah i just have a stupid fuckin cold" 🫠😳👁️👄👁️🤩

[itsmistyeyedbi]

@wayhavenots I saw these tag on the First Name/Rebecca Lore post I made and YES. The conversation she has with F hits different knowing that they both had to start over (although for F it obviously wasn't by choice).

Also, I don't know if you remember me mentioning a fic I want to write where Zuri is helping Farah do her hair, and they have a conversation about they've felt about it and how it's perceived, but Rebecca does play a fairly big role in it for Farah.

Adjusting to an entirely new environment can be so overwhelming that you minimise certain aspects of yourself that might draw extra, unwanted attention to you. Rebecca saw Farah regularly straightening her hair for reasons that aren't just "I like my hair this way" and internally went I've played these games before and broaches the subject with her. I haven't figured out how yet - if it'll be a conversation or a heavy hitting statement, but it happens somehow lol.

[goodbadhabit]

Oh btw just remembered something that happened today

My neighbor (sweet old lady) came to my door, apologised and asked for my help, which lead to the following little interaction

Her: sorry for interrupting but...

Me: sorry?

Her: yes, yes, sorry for

Me: SORRY?

Her: I shouldn't say sorry, right?

Me: not in the slightest, that's what I'm here for

She apologized a couple times again after that and it made me laugh, but I did help her, obviously, her phone just needed some updates and she got all stressed out

I explained (and will probably have to repeat this) that she should never apologize for asking for help and that I'm basically always here if she needs it

[shadyvoidhologram]

I was laying in bed overthinking, as you do, and started to go on a depressive doom spiral. And then, to distract myself I started thinking about the things I like.

[Spoilers and some gross details incoming, you know what Mouthwashing is about]

So, eventually I started thinking about Curly being in a similar headspace as I was, laying down, incapable of doing anything, constantly in pain and hearing time and time again how quickly things are going to shit and that it's all your fault.

Him replaying his mistakes over and over on his head, imagining the many ways things could've gone a different way if only he had done something instead of ignoring the issues to "keep the peace".

Remembering every interaction that led to the accident, Anya's confession, his friends poorly disguised resentment, him ignoring and filtering details of his crew's mental state, her taking the gun, the notice, Jimmy.

Him being a coward and disguising his hate of confrontation with the guise of being a good friend.

And then comming back to reality, to is burning flesh. To the blood, shit and bile staining the bandages, robe and bed, to watching and hearing his friends suffer and die, unable to do anything.

When the kid dies, in the midst of all the emotional chaos, he feels some sick sense of relief knowing that probably Swansea will deal with both of them quickly and it'll be over at last.

Then Jimmy finds the gun.

And he can't help but laugh. He remembers the conversation they had and he cackles bitterly because not even in death can her wishes be respected. She trusted him and he failed her even after she was gone.

Soon enough it's just the two of them left.

Through muffled ears he hears Jimmy rambling, talking to himself, asking questions and answering right after, he sees him moving the bodies around. When Jimmy carries him from the infirmary to the common room table he's still as stone, not a sound leaves his mouth, he doesn't look at the bodies thrown on the chairs around the table, he doesn't even breathe.

But all of Jimmy's attention, hatred, idolatry, and envy are on him only. Eyes glossy, cut pieces of a one sided conversation and a tentative smile on his lips when he reaches for the slightly dented knife.

He screams until his lungs close and his throat burns. When he's fed parts of himself he cries and throws up until he is forced to swallow and keep it down.

He's dehidrated, half delirious from the blood loss and emotionally checked out when Jimmy picks him up and tells him they can still fix this, he knows what to do. That he's going home.

Sure, he thinks, he wants to go home.

When he's placed on the cryopod he just stares at Jimmy talk to himself at him some more, about being heroes and everything being all right now. Then he steps out of sight.

It's on the silence after the loud bang when his brain starts working again, he's completely and utterly alone on a crashed ship of a company that's closing it's doors, with a now depleted shipment that wasn't even important enough to guarantee a search party, and no way of fending for himself in the case of 20 years passing and no one coming, even less if the power gave out before that.

As the cryopod finally starts to cool, the few tears he has left fall from his remaining eye.

He hopes he doesn't wake up to see what happens next.

..ok see y'all when I wake up-

[f1-stuff]

Girl, I know you're loyal to charlos (so am I) but F1 is becoming crazier and crazier 🤨 did you see Lando and Oscar in the press conference talking about deodorant and Lando literally smelling Oscar? What in the omega verse.

I'm completely puzzluzed about how do you look this gay next to THE Charles Leclerc (even Charles looked confused af 😂)

I did not see that 😂 but it doesn't surprise me whatsoever. I did however see Hulk admiring Bortoleto's exposed biceps... 🤨

On the one hand, I know drivers play up the whole 'bromance' thing bc they know it sells. But it's also like, who is asking you all to smell your teammate on camera, ya know? No one. And actually, Charles in my memory was the pretty consistent loser of gay chicken, at least when it came to Carlos ('I am looking at him bc he is speaking' -> translation: 'no homo'). So of course he's confused by Lando and Oscar's behavior. Carlos isn't there to touch/pinch/squeeze him/ruffle charles' hair/wiggle his brows suggestively/pat charles on the ass/make him giggle and blush...

Like someone remind Charles he's the guy that did this:

[cloudinal]

A slice of Shibuya-- happy birthday Haz !!

[starflungwaddledee]

you very much can use 🌟 pronouns verbally! (star/stars/starself)!

this might work for some folks, but not for me! please don't use these for me!

as you might imagine i explored a lot of stuff like this after finally learning that i was xenogender in my early 30s. i'm well aware of star/stars pronouns and stargender, and a wide array of other star/space themed neogenders. there are many cool and beautiful ones out there, and i respect and love them utterly!

but to me these are not at all the same and they are not interchangeable.

my 'emoji' pronoun does not sound nor look like that!!! it's a different colour. it's a different vibe. it's something else entirely and it cannot be pronounced by us. kinda like a little chiming sound. if you could jingle a bell every time you wanted to refer to me verbally, then we might be getting close! 😂

please under no circumstances use star/stars/starself for me. they are very different. she/her/it is fine and easy!!

[pidgydraws]

Joining the inbox love and sending you the warmest hugs sweet pidgy 💖

you know, i saved this ask in my inbox and i wasn't quite sure why at the time~ but oh, my dearest crab, i know why now! (= w =) it was to boost my spirits in this low moment when i'm feeling like a real LOSER uuuggggggghhhh~!!!! so thank you! your kindness has lifted my loser spirits!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 SO MANY HUGS FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!