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Two Knives-Chapter 1: Kyoshi: A Poem and a Promise

Characters: Rangi and Kyoshi (RoK characters tbh)

Pairing: Rangshi

Summary:

Things have been stressful for Kyoshi. First, she sang a poem and now the whole kitchen staff thinks it’s about Rangi, and is sure that there will be gossip. Then, Yun asks her to join him for the Fifth Nation treaty signing. Now Rangi’s acting strange. It’s becoming a bit much for Kyoshi’s small corner of the world.

(Canon Divergent AU- Kelsang wasn’t the one who heard the poem?….aka What if it took longer for them to realize Kyoshi was the Avatar?)

Other Sites: AO3 

A/N: <_< >_>*looks everyone in the eye* *drops another AU* *shuffles away*

*runs back and takes the mic* I don’t really wanna recap alllllll the scenes in the novel, so we’re just going to jump to the ones that def changed because of this little butterfly effect. So yeah, I'm assuming you've at least read RoK, and the scenes not shown here are fairly similar that happen in the novel. Ok? Ok. *shuffles away again*

(Tw: SLIGHT earth kingdom homophobia, mostly just alluded too, it's not my main focus, but I'll give another warning if it happens)

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“Can’t someone give us a decent verse?” Auntie Mui complained. She’d roped the kitchen into a forced weekly-or was it daily?- poetry time. Lee had just delivered the worst haiku in history, and it left a bitter taste in the older woman’s mouth.

Kyoshi, who was only supposed to drop off a delivery, had gotten roped into kitchen work by Auntie Mui, who asked her to help with the bread before she left. Kyoshi accepted, but was trying to rush it so she could get back to her duties upstairs.

“Well saaaaaw-rry !” Lee complained. “I’m not the best at poetry!”

“Yeah he’s better with dirty songs!” one kitchen worker jeered.

“Aren’t we all?” another hooted.

“There will be no dirty songs!” Auntie Mui cried out.

“Hey, let’s do the Unrequited Shanty!” one of the scullery maids clapped. “That one’s always fun to play!” 

Kyoshi recognized the game they wanted to play. It was a well-known shanty popular with sailors and field hands, where you improvised raunchy words from the perspective of your object of unrequited affection. It was a game for others to guess who you were singing about, and the simple rhythm made manual labor more pleasant.

“Of course, ‘cause ya love ta gossip!” a cook jeered.

“There will be no-” Autie Mui started, trying to get the kitchen under control, but was cut off by Lee.

“I’ve got a nose like a dove-tailed deer / I run like a leaf on the wind,” Lee sang, evidently better at this than his failed haiku. The staff started banging tables and pots to his rhythm. “My arms are slight and my waist is tight / and I don’t have a thought for my kin.”

“Mirai!” a dishwasher yelled out. “He’s got it bad for the greengrocer’s daughter!” The staff whooped over Lee’s protests, thinking it a good match. Sometimes it didn’t matter to the audience if they guessed right or not.

“Kyoshi next!” someone said. “She’s never here, so let’s make the most of it!”

Kyoshi was caught off guard. Normally she wasn’t included in household antics. But here she was, with the whole kitchen staff banging their tables and pots in a rhythm louder, encouraging. 

Before Kyoshi could consider feeling embarrassed or decline, the rhythm of the atmosphere dug its claws into her, pulling her in, and the words spilled from her mouth without a care.

“I’ve got two knives that are cast in bronze / they pierce all the way to the soul / they draw you in with the promise of sin / like the moth to the flame to the coal.”

The kitchen howled. Auntie Mui clucked in disapproval. “Keep going, you naughty girl!” Lee shouted, glad that the attention was off of him. 

Kyoshi did just that, tossing out the lyrics that popped into her head. She started drumming her own dough to the beat.

“I’ve got hair like the starless night / it sticks to my lips when I smile / I’ll wind it with yours and we’ll drift off course / in a ship touching hearts all the while.”

Somehow the improvisation was easy, though she’d never considered herself a poet. Or a bawdy mind, for that matter. It was as if another person, someone much more at ease with their own desires, was feeding her the right lines to express herself. And to her surprise, she liked how the inelegant lines made her feel. Truthful and silly and raw.

“For the way I walk is a lantern lit / that leads you into the night / I’ll hold you close and love you the most / until our end is in sight.”

Kyoshi was about to ponder what the darker turn towards the end of the verse was, when she realized the makeshift music had stopped. Looking up, she saw everyone was silently looking at her with a gaped expression. Some even dropped the appliances they were using.

“W-what?” she flinched. She thought the lyrics were pretty good, sure she wasn’t a lyricist, but there was no need for such a cold reception!

“It’s Rangi!” one of the maids shouted, clapping her hands once. 

Kyoshi whipped her head around to the stairs, looking for the firebending girl. Her heart started to quicken, though she didn’t know what for. 

“It is Rangi!” a cook cooed, making a kissy face for some strange reason. 

“W-where?” Kyoshi kept looking around.

“Not in here , idiot!” Lee slapped her back. “In your song ! Just admit it, you just sang about Rangi.”

Kyoshi felt her eyes bulge out of her head. She hadn’t really been thinking of the lyrics, but when she played them back in her head the picture became very clear. It very much did sound like Rangi.

She looked around the kitchen, some were goading her playfully, not caring that Kyoshi may have just sung a love poem about her female friend. 

Some gave her disdainful looks. A wave of guilt and disgust in herself rose up in Kyoshi’s stomach, realizing that they may also veer those same looks at Rangi later. All because of Kyoshi’s loose lips.

“I-I, uh, I,” Kyoshi said eloquently. She had no comeback, she couldn’t deny the resemblance. She didn’t think she was thinking about Rangi at that moment, but she couldn’t lie to herself. She had thought of Rangi, often, at other times. The fiery girl would easily sneak into her mind when she wasn’t fully aware of it. Could this have been one of those times? 

But she’d tell herself it was just admiration. She admired her friend. The way she embodied strength, skill, and determination wrapped up in an unshakable heart. Just, honorable, and kind….. And so painfully beautiful .

Kyoshi shook her head. No, she mustn’t think those thoughts about her friend. No matter how often they snuck into her mind. How often she thought about what it’d feel like to hold her close. To touch the soft flesh of her neck. What it would feel like to press her lips against Rangi’s…..

No! Kyoshi balled a fist outside of view, the nails digging into her skin to break her out of her dangerous train of thought. She’d already let her imagination run off and cause a lapse in judgment already, she couldn’t afford to do it again.

Stop… you can’t have those thoughts. It’s not fair to her. She chastised herself, trying to bury the emotions like she’d done with her crush on Yun. Having these feelings towards them, her friends, it wasn’t right. It was betraying their trust. 

But unlike with Yun, these feelings kept resurfacing, stronger than ever at times. And that was dangerous. Because each time Kyoshi buried them, it became harder to do so. Which meant there was a breaking point. Which meant……there would come a time Kyoshi may make the biggest mistake of her life, and ruin her friendship beyond repair. 

Kyoshi took a wobbly step back. “I, uh, I have to go get ready for my gifting duties,” she said hurriedly. Barreling her way to the staircase, trying to ignore the looks and shouts in her direction. It was easy to drown out the noise, her heart was thumping in rhythm with the footsteps around her. She briefly wondered if someone was following her, but when she turned no one was, when she got to the staircase it was empty as well. 

As quickly and quietly as she could, she ascended the stairs and made her way through the mansion to her room. As she ran, Kyoshi had her hand covering her mouth, trying to choke down the air of hyperventilation. She realized she’d described Rangi’s eyes as sinful, when really Kyoshi was the one with the sinful thoughts. A new wave of guilt and disgust in herself radiated through her. 

She was thankful she didn’t run into Rangi on the way to her room.

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“Thank you,” Yun said as he nuzzled his cheek into Kyoshi’s hand. 

Kyoshi had made it to her gifting duties, not only in a timely manner, but also very early. At some point, the Avatar had joined her to “help” with organizing the gifts. Really he just wanted to bug her.

But at some point the conversation had turned to him asking her to join him for the Fifth Nation treaty signing. She saw the sincerity in his plea and said yes. And now here they were in a slightly uncompromising position. It’d be a little dicey if someone barged through the door while they were like this.

Other than that slight distress hanging over her head, she let the contact wash over her. Letting it act as a balm to the fire bomb that went off on her hours before. 

Right, just push the feelings down. She told herself. 

Yun reluctantly put her hand down. "Three..." he said, cocking his ear at the ceramic-tiled floor with a smile. "Two... One..."

Rangi slid the door open with a sharp click, and Kyoshi felt herself jump slightly. She was happy Yun had let go of her hand.

"Avatar." She bowed deeply and solemnly to Yun. Then she turned to Kyoshi, her face appeared to be more stern than Kyoshi was used to. “And you! You’ve barely made any prog-”

She cut herself off and tore her eyes away from Kyoshi, looking around the room. Her eyes widened a bit. “Oh….it’s…. actually almost done.” 

Yes, most of the items had been sorted. Kyoshi just needed to finish them up, and then move the respected piles to where they needed to go.

“I got here early….” Kyoshi muttered. She kept her eyes on a pai sho table in the corner. She knew if she looked at Rangi’s face right now, then she’d light up brighter than a firefly. 

This wasn’t good, if she couldn’t face Rangi then….. How was she going to be able to hide her feelings properly? Rangi was going to think she was upset with the firebender. She needed to get herself together.

“Yeah Rangi,” Yun laughed. “This is Kyoshi we’re talking about, how dare you question her skill of working fast and efficiently?”

Rangi turned on her heel to face Yun, giving him an indignant look. “D-don’t put words in my mouth! I simply thought due to the volume that came in, and the fact you are skipping training to be a distraction, she may not have gotten as far as she did.”

“Well, I left the kitchen as soon as possible and got to work, just like you wanted ,” Kyoshi mumbled. 

There was a moment of silence that caused Kyoshi to chance looking in Rangi’s direction. The two stared at her with worried expressions. Uh oh, Kyoshi hadn’t made the right expression, or maybe her tone was off? She needed to rectify the situation.

Kyoshi scratched at her nose, bashfully. “Did I say something wrong?”

Rangi stared at her for a moment, and it took all of Kyoshi’s effort to keep her blush down. Rangi finally broke eye contact by looking at the ground. “No… it’s just….”

“I think Kyoshi’s just a little nervous,” Yun announced.

Kyoshi felt her heart lurch in her chest. Oh she was nervous alright, but how could he possibly know?

“I just asked her to join the Fifth Nation signing and she agreed to go,” he continued calmly.

Oh he meant that . Kyoshi sighed, grateful for the coverup.

Rangi’s eyes boggled out of her head. “Wh-what?! What do you mean she’s going ?!”

Apparently he hadn’t told Rangi, until now.

“I was going to tell you,” Yun smiled, putting his hands up in surrender. 

Rangi spluttered and looked between Yun and Kyoshi. “Have you lost your mind ? The both of you? She’s not going!”

“Are you going against your Avatar’s wishes?” Yun grinned at her, but it made Rangi visibly flinch. Like he'd struck her, despite his joking tone. “Calm down, it’ll be good to have her there.”

“Good for who ?” Rangi groused. She pressed a fist to her forehead and sighed. Then she glared at Yun and grabbed his sleeve. “We’re talking about this later. Right now, I’m taking you back to your training!”

She started to pull her charge towards the door.

“Gah! Rangi! Wait!” Yun bemoaned. 

Rangi practically threw the Avatar through the doorway in front of her, and then stopped with her hand on the doorframe. She looked back at Kyoshi with an expression Kyoshi couldn’t place.

“And you-!” Rangi looked at Kyoshi and then the rest of the room, trying to find something to yell at her about. “Clean-no. Just. Gah. Do whatever you were doing!”

Rangi slammed the door. 

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Kyoshi quickly climbed the hill to the Avatar’s estate, a package in her arms. It had been a few days since Kyoshi had sung the poem about Rangi in the kitchen, as well as a few days since Yun had requested to join her on his adventure to sign the treaty. 

Since then, things have been pretty hectic. She and other staff were running around trying to make sure supplies were in order for the big event in a few weeks. 

Kyoshi was making frequent trips to the village to pick up various specially delivered packages. Though, she had a feeling that this one was more of a luxury item than one of necessity. She didn’t complain though, at least it was light. 

Kyoshi finally made it up the hill, and was just entering the gates when a familiar black and red cladded presence came out from behind the door as she passed through. Kyoshi screamed in surprise, just barely holding onto the package.

She looked down to see her ever timely friend, Rangi, waiting for her. 

As punctual as always. 

She gave Kyoshi an unreadable but stern look, the same one from when she first entered the gifting room. Come to think of it, that same look had been resting on her face for the past handful of days……

“I’m sorry,” she gasped, apologizing for yelling in her friend’s face. “You surprised me!”

Rangi’s expression didn’t change, instead she turned and started walking away. Just slow enough to indicate to Kyoshi that she would escort her to her next destination.

Kyoshi frowned a bit, she hadn’t liked Rangi’s new change in demeanor. On top of that, she barely talked when they were together. She felt like there was a wall, one that was much denser than when they first met. She was used to Rangi being a raging mother hen, not stoic and brooding.

She gathered herself and caught up to Rangi, and proceeded to walk side by side to Kyoshi’s next destination. Kyoshi took in the mansion’s beauty as they walked in silence. Since they would be leaving the mansion soon, most of the usual guests had left, so the staff was free to walk around parts of the mansion that were usually off limits. Like the garden. Which was the fastest shortcut to their next destination.

Kyoshi admired the layout, how the flowers were practically bursting over each other. The sand art that lined parts of the path. The way the rocks of the path felt like they came together in chaotic beauty. It was all very wabi-sabi. 

Her favorite part of the garden was definitely the small pond. The way the koi would come up to greet them for food. The little bridge they built over it. The clearness of the water. The pretty hue of green of the algae and other plants grew on top of it. The way the reflection of the water shimmered and framed Rangi’s jaw and eyes as they passed-

Kyoshi’s head snapped away, her heart beating a million miles a second. She’d let her mind wander and didn’t realize she was staring at her friend like-.... Oh…. she needed to shove these feelings down, and fast . 

Oh she could only thank the spirits and Yangchen that she at least hadn’t been caught staring.

“Kyoshi,” Rangi said, breaking the silence and startling Kyoshi even more.

“Y-yes?” 

“You aren’t going,” Rangi said. On top of her other new quirks, she’d also acquired a new phrase she liked.

Kyoshi sighed. “I don’t think I have a choice , Rangi. It’s a special request from the Avatar .”

Rangi stopped walking and glared at Kyoshi. “Of course you have a choice! You just have to tell him you don’t want to! Just tell him ‘no,’ Kyoshi!”

Kyoshi raised an eyebrow and gave her a joking smile. “And disobey the Avatar?”

Rangi stiffened. “It’s not ‘disobeying’ if he gave you an option in the first place, right?”

“I don’t mind though.” Ok, Kyoshi minded, just a bit . She was nervous. But it was a special request from Yun. She couldn’t say no to her best friend. 

Kyoshi dropped her voice into a low whisper, not wanting others to hear her, “Plus he practically begged me. How could I say no?”

Kyoshi thought that was the end of it, and started walking again, but stopped and almost fell back when a strong grip on her arm pulled her back.

“Then what about me , huh?” Rangi glared up at Kyoshi, practically in her face, and hand sturdy on Kyoshi’s arm. “What if I begged ? What if I begged you not to come along? What would you do then?”

Kyoshi’s heart pounded so hard, it radiated in her ears. What would she do? She technically should hold Rangi’s request in the same regard as Yun’s, she’d do anything for her best friends. But these requests were contradictory, she was going to make someone unhappy.

Rangi shook Kyoshi’s arm once, and Kyoshi looked at Rangi’s face again. It wasn’t the stoic mask she’d grown accustomed to over the past few days, it was vulnerable. Pleading. Her eyes shone, not with the promise of sin, but with a promise of….of…. something . Kyoshi wasn’t sure, but she felt herself being pulled closer the longer she looked into them.

Rangi shook her arm again. “ Please . Kyoshi, please don’t come with us,” she begged, her hot breath fanning over Kyoshi’s face. Rangi was begging. Strong, prideful Rangi was begging meak Kyoshi for something. It wasn’t right. Kyoshi wanted to drop what she was holding, and take Rangi into her arms. Reassure her that she would do whatever Rangi said. 

Kyoshi bit her lip and gripped the package tightly, it was the only thing keeping her grounded. She fought the ever waging war in her heart, and self-control won out again. But just barely. 

She was about to comply, when a horrifying thought ran through her head. What if Rangi didn’t come back? Kyoshi couldn’t bear it, if she wasn’t going to see Rangi again then it’d be up until the final moment. Even if it meant her own doom.

Kyoshi shook her head. She tried to say “I’m sorry” but found her throat and mouth were too dry.

Rangi grimaced and released her. “Forget it,” she said, as she walked away. With her, she took a heat Kyoshi didn’t realize had formed around them.

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A/N: At this point, I’m just dropping fic chapters down because I can’t focus my brain on one scenario. TT0TT Also, Gee, I wonder who heard the poem? Big mystery. Much suspense. 8U

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taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

hmmm..... i would probably tell them about how a few days ago, maybe a week, i've finally figured out what my first traditional book shall be. i wasn't ready for it, i don't have time to write it right now, but it just all came to me like lightning. oh boy do i wanna spill it all, but i can't, not with that, i shouldn't....... but dude, it's so good, i can't wait to just disappear into it. what else would i say? that my therapist is coming back in a month and i haven't seen her since last january because she had twins, so that will be so nice, i've missed her so much.... what else... what else........ it's my sibling's birthday on the third, so i'll be baking all weekend because that is their wish from me. bread and croissants for a b-day brunch.

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

it's very calm, very cosy... mostly neutral tones like wood, white, black, some blue and such, but also so much sage green. like 50 shades of sage... it wasn't on purpose, it just sort of happened because they were the nicest colours available for those big furniture pieces.

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

uhm, i don't really hide my emotions. if i'm feeling a certain way, then it's your problem if you can't tell. i'm also very much a crank it up to 100% kind of autie when it comes to emotions, so if i'm happy, then i'm HAPPY. i don't hide how i'm feeling, i used to when i was young, but not anymore, that was a very unhealthy habit and honestly caused me more harm than good.

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flick/flicker

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floccinaucinihilipilification/floccinaucinihilipilification

flow/flows

flower/flowers

fluff/fluff

fo/ster

fog/fog

fool/fools

for/forest

four/fours

fox/fox

fra/frost

fre/fir

freak/freak

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friend/friends

fro/frog

fro/fronds

frog/frogself

fru/fruit

fruit/fruit

fu/fuzz

fuck/fucker

fuck/you

fun/fun

funeral/funeral

fungi/fungiself

fur/furs

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fuzz/fuzz

fy/fyre

fyr/fyr

g/gself

ga/gal

ga/game

ga/me

gala/galaxy

galaxy/galax

gall/gallant

gam/gamble

game/gameboy

game/games

gas/gases

gaso/gasoline

ge/geist

ge/gem

gear/gear

gem/gem

gender/gender

germ/germs

ghast/ghastself

[jdeck306]

April 11th: Creativity

Quite tired today. Many thoughts about creativity, but words are a bit difficult right now. Mean no offense to anyone for writing like this.

A lot of different ways to express creativity, whether through art, music, cooking & baking, writing, a brilliant variety. Simply doing things to do them, not to improve, is something pretty nice too. Still struggle often, but breaking through.

Most often, I draw and make stories. On Tumblr, ask blogs interact with each other, and one blog is known by many. Making combined art & a story about my character going to their amusement park. Big update hopefully coming soon.

Also, theatre. Since middle school, joined in on Christmas play, English teacher was the organiser. Asked me if I wanted to join Shakespeare rehearsals, which I do most Saturdays.

Last thing, programming, Cyber Security, study course to work. Specifically focused on Autistic people, mentioned it before. Finding ways to do assignments, everybody does something else, learning from each other. Big, small, no matter, good if script works at the end.

Autism, (hyper)focus on different things. Sometimes, just thinking chaotically and doing something, without fear of failing. Making bread, playing guitar & piano, cooking, exercise, hopefully helping people with inspiration & such. Goes both ways, Autism makes the first step & figures it out on the way, or stops me from starting until entire path is visible.

Hope all are doing well & having a good day. Heading to bed, head feels strange. Not bad, but slow. But good slow, no mess or negativity, just full of empty. Take care & stay safe.

Prompt by @autie-j & @lesmiserabby!

[painted-crow]

Secondary Toast Revolving Door, Part 1

I guess I should start with a little about me, since that’s easier than making you pick through previous asks for information and some of you guys are new here. This one’s going to be heavily personal, so you can skip it if you want.

I’m a double Bird. My Bird primary system is heavily Badger influenced, and I also use Lion to support it by telling me when I should investigate something more closely. If we can dip into primary territory for a moment, I guess you can say I understand the world through systems that model things around me. But not all of those systems are things I’ve consciously examined, or fully investigated.

My understanding of how historical people dressed is pretty limited, for example, because I haven’t studied it in depth to get all the information—but I consciously understand what I do know about it. You could say this system piece is tiny but clear; I could expand it if I chose to find out more.

My understanding of how someone I’m not close to thinks might have more data to work with, but I haven’t consciously processed it; that’s the kind of thing where my Lion primary model will tell me to look closer if that person starts acting weird. This system piece might be described as huge but fuzzy; I could clarify it if I sat down and thought about it. I probably have more of these than I realize, but Lion basically takes care of monitoring those. I don’t have to investigate everything.

But some of my systems are both large and fairly clear, because I’ve taken the time both to gather data on them and to examine it. My understanding of myself is… well, I won’t say it’s terribly clear, because I’m in my early twenties and I’m still constantly getting new information, plus someone keeps changing the environment and mucking with my data (that would be me). But I have to examine it, because my brain is like a notoriously buggy piece of software and I’m the poor schmuck saddled with tech support duties.

Basically, the reason I’m good at playing therapist with other people is that I’m constantly doing exactly that thing with myself. (This probably makes me a very annoying patient for actual therapists.)

About that buggy brain, then.

I have major depression. That was professionally diagnosed when I was a teenager and it’s probably genetic. I take medication for it, when I remember to. It especially flares up in the winter or when I’m under stress. I probably have some kind of anxiety disorder too.

I’m almost certainly autistic, which I’ve never brought up with a professional—the first person to figure it out was the system I’m now best friends with, because they’re autistic and they knew I was within two weeks of talking to me. It took me two years to catch up with them and figure it out myself.

In my defense, I thought executive dysfunction, sensory overwhelm, dissociation, and hyperempathy were like… secret menu items for depression, because those only really bug me during depressive episodes. My current theory is that they’re related to autistic burnout instead.

I mask a lot, subconsciously—it’s actually really hard to turn that off normally—and I just can’t do that as much when depressed. If I do, my tolerance for everything else goes way down and I’ll go into overwhelm and start having shutdowns and dissociating. I recover pretty quickly (hours, not days), but if you’ve never spent 15 minutes standing in a Walmart aisle trying to decide whether you want a jar of peanut butter, but you can’t make decisions because you can’t access your emotions and you don’t really feel like you’re “here” but you kind of just want to go home… well, be glad I guess.

Of course, I have other autistic traits that show up when I’m not under stress, but they’re seldom associated with autism because most people don’t know what autis are like when we’re actually happy. Like, hyperlexia? That’s not even an “official” word, the auti community just uses it because “official” literature hasn’t caught up. I taught myself to read at age three (according to my mom; she says I was reading news headlines and stuff, not just books I’d memorized) and wrote a 35k word novella when I was ten, with no external prompting. My audio processing used to be terrible, but I routinely tested at college age reading levels as a kid.

I also might have ADHD? If so, it’s also mostly just noticeable if I’m under stress, and then it’s hard to tell if that’s the issue or if it’s just autism/depression again.

You might be getting a clearer picture of how my secondary and its model end up burnt so often!

(Resisting a very strong urge to cut stuff from this post.)

In short, I was a Gifted Kid. I spent a lot of my teen years biting off more than I could chew, honestly. I felt that I should be able to do more, and I wanted to be taken seriously, but I had basically no idea how to take care of myself because my needs are different from everyone else’s. I’m still figuring those out.

I’m kind of like an orchid plant: incredibly picky about conditions, wants a different “soil” and watering schedule, gets stressed if stuff changes too quickly, but when everything is just right and it does bloom, it goes all out.

I’m not kidding when I say that I have odd needs. One of them is the need for creative work, which seems to be hardwired into me. When I say that art or writing keeps me sane, I often hear back “oh yeah! I’ve heard that can be very therapeutic,” which is an innocuous reply, but it’s always bugged me, and I think I’ve figured out why.

First, because that’s not the reason I make things… I just… have to. Second, I can’t “make up” not doing creative work with some other kind of therapy. Third and most importantly, I’d much rather think of “artist” as my ground state, and depression as a condition that happens when my needs aren’t being met, rather than thinking of depression as the default that I’m just using art to escape from. That seems to me a healthier way of thinking, and probably a more accurate one, but I’m probably the only one who can see that distinction.

If life gets in the way and I can’t make space for creative work, it will actively make my depression worse. I know this because, multiple times, I’ve been unable to pinpoint why I’m feeling shitty, and then I go back to my easel or my writing or (ukulele, cooking, even just taking care of houseplants) and realize I haven’t done anything creative in like a month and thaaaat’s the problem.

I crack open a bottle of gesso to prep some canvases and it smells like… well, I don’t think you can get high off gesso? But it’s not like when you’re out of it on painkillers or cold medicine or whatever. It’s incredibly grounding, like the world snaps back into focus but it’s also oddly euphoric. Or I write ten thousand words in a couple days and it just… I don’t know what that does. I’ve never run across a word for it.

The writer of Smile at Strangers (a really good memoir centered around women, anxiety, and karate) describes a similar feeling in relation to her martial arts practice.

It’s also a bit like when all the snow melts after winter and you step outside and there’s the smell of wet soil under sunlight and I’m not sure if this fully translates for people who don’t have seasonal depression. Sorry.

Dammit, I want to paint… I haven’t had space to set up for like eight months. I’ve been nose-deep in writing projects since last summer for a reason, but right now my friggin Ravenclaw secondary is off angsting about something because of Life Stress Bullshit, and I don’t have the focus to work on any of my writing projects. Apart from this one. But it’s not really what I want in terms of creative work.

*velociraptor screech*

Oh, yeah. I guess I could mention this is why my nickname is Paint. Not sure if that was obvious before. The header image (which is more visible in the app for some reason) is one of my paintings. It’s a tiny one and it’s not one of my favorites, but I had the photo on my phone and the colors work well enough for what I needed.

(restrains self from negging my own painting ability)

This is starting to get into spoiler territory for what burned Ravenclaw secondary looks like, huh? It’s peaced out for a couple weeks at this point. I’m trying to write about what made it take off, but my ability to think of words and form a coherent sentence kinda flew out the window when I approached it directly.

Let’s just say that around the start of the month, someone I was talking to online (if you’re reading this, it’s definitely not you) kindaaaa hit a nasty depression trigger of mine. Not their fault—it’s very specific to me, and I struggle to explain why I can’t really talk about it. Basically, I spent years studying programming and web design, and due to several different but related issues during that experience, it’s now a trigger for me. I very much want it not to be, but trying to train that out of myself has induced more than one panic attack and I’m stuck between giving up on it or figuring out a way to go back to it that doesn’t totally shut my brain down.

That paragraph took forever to write, by the way.

I think I have to end this here. I… am going to go take out the trash, and water my plants, and make my bed, and file some paperwork, and maybe I’ll even mix up some bread dough or do some laundry. Spoiler alert for what it looks like when my Hufflepuff model takes over, I guess.

Oh. And I should maybe probably eat something. I almost forgot about that... again.

[yespolkadotkitty]

Soft!Thoughts for Pero Tovar with his stubborn sweetheart who has worked herself into exhaustion and is hellbent on caring for Pero but really needs it herself. Workaholics unite!😵

OK so a crack at Pero Tovar HCs:

(lovely gif by @beccaplaying - if you’d rather I not use please messsage and I’ll take it down, no questions asked)

•  You’ve made quite the name for yourself  by sewing handmade garments. The castle nearby and its resident nobles provide a steady stream of work.

•  You are a perfectionist and often burn the candle at both ends making your work the best it be can be.

•  Pero is away a lot, in the summer months certainly, when sellsword work is plentiful.

•  When he’s home though, your work doesn’t lessen. Pero takes local jobs, building, bodyguarding, and you want him to feel loved at home, appreciated, so you cook his favourite meals; Alows de Beef, Florentine Stew, and Pero’s personal favourite, King’s Chicken, with extra saffron.

•  This tires you out. But you can’t stop. And for his part, Pero ravages you at night. He can never get enough of you when he’s home, driving you over the cliff edge of pleasure over and over with his fingers, lips and tongue. You adore having him home, but it’s more exhausting, sometimes, even though your heart is lighter than air.

•  One night you pass out at your work bench from sheer tiredness. When you come to, you’re in bed, Pero sitting beside you, glowering.

•  “What is this, mmm, mi amor? You work yourself into the ground and you say nothing?”

•  You groan. “Wanted you.... to enjoy being home.”

•  “Te adoro, querida. Where else would I want to be? There is no need to make a feast for us every night. I would eat dry bread and water if it meant longer in your company.” He lies down, holds you close. “No more day work for me, for a sennight. I made enough gold, my last assignation with William. You-” he playfully drills a finger into your tummy as you face eachother - “will live as my Queen. The local tavern will bring us meals, and I have sent word that your gowns will be a little delayed.”

•  You open your mouth to protest, even though you can’t deny the idea of a sennight’s pure rest sends shivers of delight through you. “Pero-”

•  He kisses away your protests. “Rest, querida.“

•  “But-”

•  “The thought of me sweeping the floor, washing clothes, and and dusting makes you laugh, no? But I shall do these things. I would kneel at your feet, mi alma. Let me care for you.”

•  And you do. And it is glorious. Pero worships your body almost hourly, leaving you replete, dozing regularly, stretching in the sun. He brings you little sweetmeats from the market, takes you on horse rides to the coast, where he lies you on the sand and writes your name where the water laps. And you laugh, only a little, when he sweeps the floor.

Tagging the Pedro pals: @gamingaquarius @jaime1110 @alwaysbethewest @pedropascallion @pascalitotovar @alldatalost @mourningbirds1 @songsformonkeys @agirllovespasta @nelba @cryptkeepersoul @seawhisperer @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @oloreaa @holographic-carmen @auty-ren @thegreenkid @winters-buck @abuttoncalledsmalls @knittingqueen13 @phoenixhalliwell @emmy-dandiliom918 @synystersilenceinblacknwhite @mrschiltoncat @a-seeker-of-imagination @chews-erotically @buckstaposition @dornish-queen @starlight-starwrites @opheliaelysia @keeper0fthestars

[gender-isnt-my-jam]

@mentally-fuckednpink tagged me in a ‘get to know you’ post?? i think thats what it was called. Anyway, i have no idea how to do these, so wish me luck!!!!

Rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better 

Relationship status: Single and does not wish to mingle

 Favourite colour: Green (at the moment anyway) 

3 favorite foods: Grilled cheese sandwiches, Salt water taffy, and my homemade bread!!!!!

Song stuck in my head: 1816, the year without a summer by Rasputina

 Last song I listened to: Born2Run by Penelope Scott

 Time: 5:08 pm 

Dream trip: Norway!!!!!

Tagging: @hypereactive @thechangeling @chaotic-and-shady-cat @unapologetic-autie @ti-bae-rius @appa-slut  @sweetcabbageprince  andddd thats it. I am a rule breaker lol

[your-turn-to-role]

Caleb is autistic bc i'm autistic and i said so

my friend as a fellow autistic you are so goddamn right

(note: i saw your other asks and i will get to those in time but answering this one now because i already had these written out for a probable future post)

SO

autistic caleb proof

everything about the counting things one by one joke. can't fully explain why. but i saw that and was like OH BIG MOOD

potentially the spirit behind it now i think about it. like hey i have a comfort habit that's inconvenient to others but jokes on them i don't do social cues! also i'm always uncomfortable in public so deal with it. also numbers.

bread warm. stick hands in it.

this boy has one special interest and it is magic!

not even going through nearly every possible trauma on the planet within about three years because of his magic could lessen this interest

(also cats. show me someone neurotypical that dedicated to personal theming)

listen. scarves are a thing.

(are you a scarf autie, a big hood hoodie autie, a gloves autie, or a headphones autie? you can be more than one, but i swear finding one of us who doesn't relate to any of the four is like finding a shiny pokemon)

stimmy boy. wraps string around his hands when nervous. hand tapping when not being listened to. biiiig gesturing when excited. rub arms for comfort because tactile good

hyperfocus. this last episode especially, him running full on errands without really noticing because he's focused on the spell i was like oh worm?

discussing things like understanding social cues/rules is harder with caleb because a lot of his awkwardness is trauma related? but also it's all relatable, so

conclusion: i'm love

[haileygarciasunshine]

Beauty and the Beast

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader

Word Count: 914

Warning: None.

Summary: The First Order invades a minor planet, in search of the inventor. 

Part Two?

Beauty and the Beast AU

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Kylo Ren Masterlist

Walking on the cobblestones, you were on your daily venture into the village. It was a small and quiet village. As you glided through the village, you observed the motions of everyone around you. It was the same each and every morning. The baker passing by with fresh bread and rolls.

“Good morning, Y/N.” The baker greeted. “Where are you off to?”

“Good morning, Monsieur .” You grinned. “The bookshop! I just finished the most wonderful story, about a bean stock and an ogre and-”

“That’s nice.” The baker cut you off. "Marie! The baguettes! HURRY UP!" He yelled at his wife.

Chuckling you grinned, as you watched them continue about wanting to sell their trays filled with fresh bread. The sweet aroma filled your nose, making your stomach growl slightly.

Continuing on your journey through town, you could see some of the daughters of other towns people gossiping about you. Frowning you shook your head, not allowing your mind to go there. Once, you arrived at the bookshop the thoughts were long gone. 

“Ah, Y/N.” Pere greeted. 

Grinning you handed him the book. “Good morning, I’ve come to return the book I borrowed.” 

Climbing on the book later, you began searching for your favorite. 

“Finished already?” He questioned, observing you.

“Oh, I couldn’t put it down. Have you got anything new?” You questioned, fingers running along the spines of the books. 

Chucking he grinned. “Not since yesterday!”

“That’s all right! I’ll borrow....” You searched through the books, before making your decision. “This one!” You spoke pulling it out.

“But you’ve read it twice!”

Giggling, you nodded descending down the ladder. “Well, it’s my favorite, far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells...A prince in disguise!”

“If you like it all that much, it’s yours.” Pere spoke grinning towards you.

“But, sir.” You began to object.

“I insist!”

“Well, thank you, thank you very much!”

*****

“Wow, you didn’t miss a shot, Poe.” Finn exclaimed. “You’re the greatest hunter in the whole world.”

Grinning Poe nodded. “I know.” He responded arrogantly.

“No beast alive stands a chance against you.” Finn spoke. “And no girl for that matter.”

“It’s true, Finn, and I’ve got my sights set on that one.” Poe nodded in your direction. You were passing by on your way back to your shared cottage with your father, nose already in your favorite book.

“Huh, the inventor’s daughter?” Finn asked dumbfounded.

Nodding, Poe didn’t break his stare from you. “She’s the one, the lucky girl I’m going to marry.” 

“But she’s-”

“The most beautiful girl in town.” 

“I know but-”

“That makes her the best.” Poe stated full of pride. “And don’t I deserve the best?”

“Well, of course, I mean, you do, but-”

“Right from the moment that I met her, saw her.” Poe began. “I said, She’s gorgeous, and I fell.” 

*****

Making your way to your house, you walked the dirt path. It wasn’t until your house was in your sight, that you could sense something was wrong. Closing your book, you quickly tossed it in your wicker basket. Glancing at the front of the house, the door was kicked in. 

A gasp fell from your lips. Bolting towards your house, the thoughts of your father injured began plaguing your mind.

“Papa?” You called the moment you crossed the threshold of the front door. “Papa? Where are you?” 

“Down here Y/N.” His voice called from the basement.

Quickly, you rushed down the stairs. 

“Papa!” You exclaimed throwing your arms around him, pulling him in for a bear hug. “I was so worried something bad happened to you!” 

Pulling back slightly, you gazed into his eyes lovingly.

“Not yet.” A mechanical voice spoke. “We are taking him back to the Finalizer.” 

Glancing towards the voice, it was a storm trooper. Another storm trooper appeared, promptly placing handcuffs around your fathers wrists. 

“No, you can’t take him!” You exclaimed, rushing towards your father. Your movements quickly halted as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist preventing you to.

“Get him out of here.” Another mechanical voice stated. “Now!”

*****

The storm troopers had successfully, taken your father prisoner. Tears had streamed down your face as you watched them escort him out of the basement. He had recently visited the doctor, the realization that time is the one most precious thing that, is never given more of. The doctor had let you know that your father is gravely ill, he was the only family you had. 

As you paced in the living room, your mind had come up with multiple ideas to retrieve your father. The more you paced, the more you came up with ideas. 

Just months before, your father had created a small pod that was filled with the necessities for a pilot. It was able to take you anywhere in the galaxy. Making a mental note, you would make sure to mention the pod to your father.

Sitting in the pod, you quickly started it up. Punching in on the technology your designated destination. Your father was sure, to place you in pilot training courses. His reasoning was in case you would ever need it, you would already know the information.

Gripping the yoke, you began steering the small pod. Taking off, you left the atmosphere of the small planet, you had spent on your whole life, a planet you had never left nor dreamt of leaving. 

One thing was for sure, you were going to save your father.

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Den jedenacty, dvanacty a trinacty: Prijezdova cesta do San Francisca vklidu, tvl co to je? Jeste nejsme ani ve meste a uz platime 5 dolaru za prejezd mostu. Tvl foť to, tady vickrat nepojedem. Stavime v airbnb doma. Je to studentsky dum. Slecna vypada v klidu, Typci huli.. taky v klidu! Jedem do mesta. Downtown LA jsou spinave, smradlave a nebezpecne stoky krasneho mesta San Francisco, ktere ma i svou originalni dusi. Z tri mest ktere jsme navstivili jednoznacne vede SF. Cable car fici po cestach a rozrazeji davy otravnych lidi, Lombard street je zkroucena jak dešťovka a rozdava pohledy fotografum, pier39 pekne molo plne obchodu a na konci lachtani party! Je jich tu aspon 100, rvou jeden na druheho a smrkaji po sobe! Chinatown je proste chinatown, cinane, cinske jidlo, cinske ulice, cinska vyzdoba, cinske upominkove predmety... Silicon valley - z Facebooku vidime budovy, security kteri ridi dopravu a thumb up sign, trochu nuda, nemuzem dovnitr. Google ma stylove barevne kola, security chybi ale maji obchod a vypada to o kapku lip, nemuzem dovnitr, Tesla auta vsude jak u nas Skoda auta, Apple - ridici se nadsenim zveda hlasek, pouze Appel store ani znacku tady nemaji na foceni, nemuzem dovnitr. Tesla! S chlebem v ruce vchazime do maleho obchudku s badass auty! Zamestnanec nas uvadi do kouzelneho sveta elektrickych aut, muzem dovnitr! NASA - stavime pred branou, ptame se ochranky zda muzem projit, straznik se nas pta proc? No proc asi vole. Chcem se podivat dovnitr. A mate ID? Coze? NO JISTE, tady mas NASA ID! Microsoft - budovy, nuda! Standfordska universita krasa, krasa, uz nevnimame jako rano, unava si vybira svou dan. Golden Gate Bridge je cerveny a ne zlaty, stavbari nekde udelali chybu. Ale je cool. Hikujem na plaz kousek od mostu a loucime se s oceanem, ten doma nemame. Vyjizdime na Twin Peaks, vyhled 360° na SF v pritomnosti šaolinskych mnichu v oranzovem županu. Vyrizujeme posledni detaily a stavime do outletu. Nedokazu rict zda to byla chyba ale ten obchod je jak droga! Je nam lito neco nekoupit, ja kupuju 5 nepostradatelnych veci za cenu jedne v CR. Posledni vecere, posledni zapad slunce pod Golden gate bridge, posledni mile v aute, posledni natankovani, posledni zabrzdeni, rozlouceni s autem a spanek na letisti.

Čas v autě celkem: 1day 14 hrs 30 minutes +

Najeto mil celkem: 2848mi (4557km)

Day eleven, twelve, and thirteen: The road to San Francisco, nothing happens... what's that? We are not even in the city and we pay $ 5 for the bridge crossing. “Take pics here, we wont go here again.” We live in an airbnb house. It's a student’s house. Girl looks cool, the guys smoke ... it is fine! We go to the town. Downtown LA is the epitome of the dirtiest, smelliest, and most dangerous sewers of the beautiful San Francisco. SF has an original spirit. San Francisco beats all three cities we have visited. A cable car runs along the paths and break up crowds of poisonous people. Lombard Street is twisted like a earthworm and gives a views for a photographers. Pier39 is a nice pier full of shops and in the end of the pier there is a sealion party! There are at least 100 of them, one on top of the other and sour on themselves! Chinatown is simply a chinatown, chinese, chinese food, chinese street, Chinese decorations, chinese reminder objects ... Silicon Valley - Facebook - we see buildings, security that leads traffic, and facebook thumbs up sign. A bit boring, we can’t go inside. Google has stylish colored bikes, security is missing but it has a Googlestore. It looks a bit better, but we can’t go inside. Tesla cars are everywhere as Skoda cars in Czechia. Apple - drivers voice raises by joy, there is only Apple store, no Apple sign to take a pic with, and we can’t go inside. Tesla! We go inside a shop with bread in hand, small shop with badass cars! The employee puts us into the magical world of electric cars, we can go inside! NASA - we stand in front of the gate and ask a guard if we can go through, “why do you want”? “Well, why not dude, we want to look inside.” “Do you have an ID?” “What? OF COURSE, here's the NASA ID, douchebag! Microsoft - buildings, boring! Standford University. Nice, nice, we are basically zombies who just want to break through the doors of NASA at this point. Too tired for our own good. Golden Gate Bridge is red, not gold, construction engineers have made a mistake. But it's cool. We hike down on the beach just by the bridge and say farewell to the ocean. We don’t have it at home. We go to the top of Twin Peaks, a 360° view of San Francisco in the presence of Shaolin's monks in an orange robe. We do last important stuff and stay in the outlet. I can’t tell if it was a mistake, but the shop is like a drug! It is a pity to not buy things. I buy 5 indispensable things at the price of one in Czech Republic. The last evening, the last sunset under the Golden Gate Bridge, the last miles in the car, the last gas station, the last breaks, say farewell to the car, and sleep at the airport.

Time spent in the car in total: 1day 14 hrs 30 minutes +

Mileage in total: 2848mi (4557km)

[autumn-kouhai]

hihi thank you for tagging me bree 💕 mwah mwah

nickname: autumn! tho some people have called me auty

zodiac sign: taurus!! a huge taurus nonetheless LMAO

height: 5’4

last thing i googled: cloud bread tiktok

number of followers: 141! tho majority of my followers are dead as fuckk

lucky number: i don’t rly have a lucky number, never cared abt that stuff

dream job: i rly want to be an animator for tv and movies!! i want to inspire children the way i was when i was little

wearing: rly loose tank top and shorts. aka my “i don’t give a shit what i look like i just wanna be comfy besides no one’s gonna see me today” fit

favorite song: changes a lot, i have a lot of favorites that i sweep through daily. deep sea lily tale (umiyuri kaitetan) by n-buna’s been in my mind a lot lately tho. i’m a sucker for softer, sadder songs

favorite instrument: i maaay have a bit of a bias but i love the flute! it makes such an elegant and pretty sound, i used to play it in band! the voice is also a wonderful instrument

aesthetic: pastel lolita/kawaii aesthetic with a hint of nature for sure. bonus points if nature/flower aesthetic pics are pastel colored or have a pastel filter. i also enjoy some decora and lovecore here and there

favorite author: i don’t read enough novels anymore :( i rly enjoyed a now controversial author back in the day, but now i get super uncomfy if i geek out abt the series bc its author is downright awful and i loved the series sm when i was little

favorite animal sound: cats chirping, woodpecker noises, owl hoots

random: i loveeee snails to absolute bits, i want a terrarium so i can keep snails! i’m also a leftie lmao

uhh any of my mutuals that haven’t been tagged already can do this if you want!

:0 I was tagged by @wordborne and @vergil-is-so-hot thank you friendships! 😌💕

Rules: answer 17 questions and tag 17 people (they say that like I know that many people 🤔)

Nickname: Kae

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius...🐎my zodiac year is year of the rat 😌🐀(extra fun fact)

Height: 5'8 (I'm tol)

Last thing I googled: apartments near me 🏘️ (cuz I want out but it's just a dream cuz these apartments are woefully too expensive for just me)

Song(s) stuck in my head: 🎶 lmaoooo the soundtrack for dmc3, mostly the one that plays in mission 20 cuz 😒😒😒😒

Number of Followers: 1,094 (y'all followed me for FT didn't u? 😐 I'm sorry..... I'm not sorry)

Lucky Number: 24, I hope... Cuz I'm turning 24 this year.

Dream job: y'all have dreams? Uhhh idk anymore. I used to say author.... ✍️ Now I'm kinda like, huh... What do I aspire to be?? Maybe someday I'll be good enough at drawing to make comics!

Wearing: purple hoodie over my PJs 😌

Favorite Song: hmmmmm... 😐 U want me to pick??? Idk... I guess Immortals or Irresistible by Fall out Boy? I also like Barns Courtney's songs though ..... and TwentyOne Pilots 😌

Favorite instrument: I like to hear the violin best, but I play the piano so they're probably tied.

Aesthetic: God I wish I could say like retro. I love the 1940s/50s style. But my irl aesthetic is more--mess

Favorite Author: Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, always without a doubt. Makes me smile to think about LOTR and Narnia because they led me to my love of fantasy when I was so little.

Favorite Animal Sound: every single meow chirp and purr my cat makes 😭😭

Random: uhhhh 😐 I love the cold and the rain much more than I like heat and the sun. I was born and raised in the PNW what do u expect. 🤣

:0 >:0 this is just fifteen questions 🤣

Tagging: @dj-mamamars @ship-ambrosia @shellielyzabeth And anyone else! 💕💕💕

[nastiestplum]

what are your biggest hat headcanons?

- Trans Ross!

- Autie Ross!

- The Overyogs (overwatch + yogscast) 

- That Smith is a very bad cook

- Andro Smith

- The entire bread au (founded by @marblellous) 

- Hat corp entirely 

[hishotandhaywireheart]

Survey from Esther~

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Janina Gavankar - Don't Look Down The Irrepressibles - Two Men In Love The Irrepressibles - The Arrow Flor - Warm Blood Shearwater - Animal Life Bastille - Laura Palmer 2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? I'm overwhelmed by this question and can't pick a single answer, sorry lol. This is like asking me what my favorite Pokémon is. 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. I'm in a dog boarding facility's kitchen at the moment, no books in sight, I'm afraid. But I am reading the first book of the Raven Cycle series in audio form, if that helps 4: What do you think about most? What a question. Art? Animals? 5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? It's my boyfriend saying he's going to sleep :3 6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? *Gamagoori voice* I sleep in the nude 7: What’s your strangest talent? Even though I am not a smoker [unless you count a couple of hookahs per year], I can tell the brand of a cigarette by the smell of the smoke. The smell on someone's clothes, I know immediately what brand it is. Mixture of childhood exposure, sensory sensitivity, and the jobs I've worked lol. 8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) Girls are powerful. Boys are powerful. 9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? I dunno. Maybe? 10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? Uhh. Not a thing that occurs to me to do, to be honest lol 11: Do you have any strange phobias? Big phobia of hypodermic needles, or generally anything like a splinter, tiny shard of glass or hook getting underneath my skin. Phobic of getting pregnant. I guess those are weird. 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? Uhhh probably? 13: What’s your religion? What a complicated question lol. Simple answer: I'm pagan. But there is literally nothing simple about my endless thoughts about spirituality 14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Taking a walk in the woods, or sitting by a stream or body of water [water sources are especially sacred parts of nature for me] 15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Both. But I love taking photos and nobody really takes any photos of me. So I guess behind. Especially when it's behind a Polaroid. 16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? Shearwater. Honorable mention to the Irrepressibles. 17: What was the last lie you told? Fuck if I know 18: Do you believe in karma? Not really. But as always I believe in the awesome power of the brain. 19: What does your URL mean? It's my name with "Irrepressible" after it, in the style of Jamie Irrepressible, the vocalist of, well, you can probably guess which band. 20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? Weakness - I'm extremely prone to gaslighting and self doubt about my own reality. Strength - I might not be a fan of abrupt change, but I am very adaptable, given time to adjust. 21: Who is your celebrity crush? None 22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? No, sadly. Remember what I said about my irrational fear of stepping on hooks or sharp objects? Interferes with my sacred need to swim in every lake I see. 23: How do you vent your anger? Ideally, art. Drawing, writing, even recording myself ranting to my microphone about it. 24: Do you have a collection of anything? I collect retro Pokémon merchandise and certain old video games. :> this makes me sound like a massive genwunner but rest assured, it's just an Aesthetic™ 25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Text, to be honest. Us auties generally do better communicating in text based media. Skype calls are useful at times but I've always found them too awkward with delays and such to use reliably. 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? Hmmm. Tentatively, yes? 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? Sound I hate: male voices shouting. Sound I love: music bouncing off walls and becoming ethereal and far away. 28: What’s your biggest “what if”? What if I don't understand what this question is asking me? 29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts, no. I talk about them a lot though because the idea of them is dear and important to me, but literally, no, I have no belief in some vaporized version of your personality that goes on after death. Aliens, I assume are a matter of inevitability. But I don't believe we will probably ever find or meet them in the foreseeable future. Humans think they are much more fascinating than they actually are. Aliens are not crawling all over themselves to build technology just to come fly over to our house and meet us. Sry 30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. Air both times lol 31: Smell the air. What do you smell? The heat coming on at work because morning is here. Faint dog poop smell. Gonna have to tidy that up lol 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? Buttfuck nowhere, West Virginia 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? East Coast, if we're talking america 34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? I don't have an opposite gender 35: To you, what is the meaning of life? To create something meaningful and beautiful, and to enjoy myself to the fullest while helping others whenever possible 36: Define Art. If it makes you think about whether or not it's art, then it's art. 37: Do you believe in luck? Uhh. Like as an actual outside force that decides whether good or bad stuff will happen to me, no. 38: What’s the weather like right now? Coldddd 39: What time is it? 6 am. Time to get off work! 40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? Yes, I drive, don't love it but glad I am able. No, but I did run over a bin once 41: What was the last book you read? A book about the history of heterosexuality as a concept, fascinating read actually 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? As a kid I liked it but it's kinda gross now 43: Do you have any nicknames? Many 44: What was the last film you saw? Can't remember a film rn but I am currently watching The Story Of Film which I CANNOT recommend enough, it is a documentary series about, well, the history of cinema and even if you don't care about movie making... It will absorb you completely and make you not only care but be totally fascinated. I adore it. 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? You know, I've been really lucky. Never broken bone or needed stitches or even like, been to the hospital, lol. I think I chipped my shin bone on a brick stair once. And a couple years ago I missed a stair going down and sprained my ankle, and my work refused to let me spend any time off my feet so I was crying from pain in front of customers lol. But it healed fast once I had a brace. No problem. 46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? I dunno. I was taught as a child that if you touch their wing dust even a little, they will lose their flight and die. So probably I haven't. Even though I now know this isn't quite true. 47: Do you have any obsessions right now? The Story of Film, some bands, getting sucked back deep into my lifelong love Pokémon again lol 48: What’s your sexual orientation? Pansexual, or: Why Are Gender And Genital Shape Our Main Social Indicator Of Romantic Or Sexual Preferences, Of All Things, That's Really Weird And I Can't Relate, Please Save Me From This Bizarro World 49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? Oh yes, plenty back in school 50: Do you believe in magic? Ahh. I believe in the power of will. I believe in the ability to make your own life full of magic via willpower. I believe in the harmless use of willpower to try and cause a change in your environment. I believe the force exercised by children known dismissively as "imagination" have incredible power to influence the mind and soul. I have no belief in a metaphysical force in the universe called "magic" that could describe basically anything and everything unknown to current science. If you ask me flat-out, I will say yes, I believe in magic. But this is more of what I mean. I don't believe in "magic", except that I do. Adamantly. 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? I do not tend to forget. Forgive is a matter of situation. But I don't forget. And I am quite the talented ice prince when it comes to freezing someone entirely out of my life. This includes immediate family. I only speak to my little sister out of my entire family. 52: What is your astrological sign? Taurus-Gemini cusp! 53: Do you save money or spend it? Spend :T 54: What’s the last thing you purchased? Bread, milk and a couple very cheap, very pink, very glittery nail polishes. My weakness. 55: Love or lust? Yes. 56: In a relationship? Yep 57: How many relationships have you had? Uhh... Many? Serious, deep romantic relationships, which I suspect is your real question: three. 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Nope 59: Where were you yesterday? Home, and briefly out at the store. 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? My nails are pink and glittery. 61: Are you wearing socks right now? Yep. I wear two pairs to work because my super comfy work shoes are just the tiniest bit too big. 62: What’s your favourite animal? You asked the impossible question. Today, your answer is: praying mantis. Specifically praying mantis godmothers. Ask me again in two hours for an entirely different answer. 63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? Sorry, too socially awkward for this prompt 64: Where is your best friend? In bed, it is very late and/or early. 65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. Don't really have favorites? Just people and stuff I like. 66: What is your heritage? Whitey white. Scots Irish, English, a bit of German, and like everything else you can expect from a family that's been in America about as long as a white devil could possibly be. My mother is a hobbyist genealogist, so this isn't just typical white folks bullshit, I'm vaguely more educated on my roots. I am in fact a distant cousin of notable American politician of the 19th century, Henry Clay. 67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Playing Pokémon Blue! Beating the game for literally the first time ever! 68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? Uh. Um. Oh god, I don't know lmao 69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Yes, everyone has, normalize it 70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Hmmm. Yes. 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Lose my job bitches, and maybe hope to go viral and boost my chances of getting a new job for doing this thing lol 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? A-Maybe. At least a few people. B-Travel, make good art, write my will, get my affairs in order. C- Yes, for a while. 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. Trust obvs 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Many. First one that comes to mind is Empire by Jukebox the Ghost 75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? Nope 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Being best friends and trying to understand one another and willing to be open and honest, no ego in the way 77: How can I win your heart? Buy me sushi. 78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? Yes. 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? To not have children. 80: What size shoes do you wear? American size seven in men's, nine in women's. Sometimes half a size up or down. 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? No idea. I should get thinking on that. 82: What is your favourite word? Don't really have one favorite tbh 83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Glowing lights, core imagery 84: What is a saying you say a lot? Hell yeah 85: What’s the last song you listened to? Maxiimo Park - Going Missing 86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? Long story short: indigo. 87: What is your current desktop picture? Some Pokémon, I forget which. 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? A random white supremacist, maybe, but honestly, I probably wouldn't press it 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? No idea rn 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? I'd be quite disturbed because I cut my teeth on Ocarina of Time and was very creeped out by ReDeads 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Shapeshifting. Always my answer. Covers being an animal, or being a child, or flying, or swimming. 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? First thought is a marching band performance from high school. Second thought is back in that car in the vast moonlit Utah desert. 93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? Bad math teachers. Gave me a complex about math and didn't improve me as a person in any way like most of the others did. 94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? No interest 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Japan motherfuckers 96: Do you have any relatives in jail? Not that I'm aware of but I couldn't care less tbh 97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? If I have, I must have been very small. 98: Ever been on a plane? Yep, just twice. 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? If they actually absorbed what I had to say? Love yourselves. Love each other. Endeavor to understand each other. Try to figure out what you were taught wrong about yourself and your fellow humans, and unlearn those things. Embrace humanity in all its diversity. Open up and be vulnerable.

[pinkpeccary]

2, 7, 13, 15, 23, 27; For the autistic asks. Also because I noticed the post, I actually just finished watching Leverage today! and I totally agree that Parker is autistic and I love her so much!

2: Which terms and words do you prefer when talking about autism?i’m not 100% sure this is what the question is asking, but i’m definitely in favor of identity-first language (i think that’s what it’s called? like “autistic person”) and calling it a disability. like if another autie doesn’t consider it that that’s totally fine but it worries me when allistics call it a mental illness or smth. i feel like there might be a better word but idk. also functioning labels and mental age things are shitty. 

7: Which autistic trait gives you the most problems?i’m not a huge fan of the empathy stuff, because i feel like i never have the right emotional response? like i’ll be unaffected by something that people around me are reacting really strongly too and then like i’ll be dying inside over the thought that i might have lost something that wasn’t even important? although i think that’s mostly a “societal expectations make this difficult” rather than “this trait itself is hard.”

actually, i don’t like executive dysfunction. i don’t like not being able to make myself do something, or not knowing how. it’s not a good feeling.

13: What is/are your current special interest(s)?ironically enough, leverage is the main one right now! i’m about halfway through season 2 and it’s so good!!!! in one of the episodes i just watched parker draws the face of some guy she saw from memory and hardison’s like “how’d you do that?” and she just goes “i thought everyone could do that” and like. i can’t do that specific thing but that is exactly how i feel about math stuff, like i’ve always been slightly confused about people not getting math or being good at it because it just makes sense. 

math is another special interest btw, on and off since like forever. also right now to a lesser extent asl, although i’m trying to space out the timing of learning it so i actually retain information.

15: How do you stim?i’ve been trying to get happy flapping back; i trained myself out of it in middle school but i really like it. other happy stims: jumping up and down, rocking, kind of panting?, running in circles

when i’m stressed/anxious i tend to shake my hands (different from how i flap), tense the muscles in my arms, pull on my hair, rock, or squeeze my spiky dinosaur

for idle stims i tend to rock, thread/unthread my fingers together, play with my spinny ring

i like pressure stims, especially if it comes in the form of human contact. sometimes i hug myself and press on my shoulders when i rock, and i sleep with a weighted blanket. and i don’t get the opportunity super often but i Love swings

23: Do you think autism influences your identity, like your gender, sexuality, religious and political views or personality?i think it definitely influences my gender, because it makes it hard for me to conceptualize gender? like i want to be able to put gender in nice neat rows to make sense of it but i can’t? so i kinda just don’t get it.

and now that i have (probably) felt romantic attraction at least once i suspect it might contribute to being a-spec, cause i think part of it has to do with a difficulty relating to people socially. 

tbh i think it’s probably a major influence on who i am, because now that i think about it most of my identity can be traced back to either autistic things, dysfunctional family things, or both

27: Are you a “no food touching” autistic or “mesh all food up” autistic?definitely no food touching. the peak of this was when i would bring lunches to summer camp that contained ham, bread, and cheese, each in a separate ziploc bag to be eaten separately. it’s not at that degree now, but i still have a thing about mixed-together foods with too many flavors.