#not in this at least

[the-void-via]

Imagine if Astra had woken up in Penacony, instead of the Xianzhou?

They were found by Gallagher, who promptly slung them over his shoulder and walked them back to see Sunday. They were a new face, why else wouldn't he deliver them straight to him?

It didn't take long after they woke up for them to be practically forced into a corner by Sunday, interrogated.

And not long after that were they assimilated into The Family.

Robin helped give them a makeover, picking out new clothes to match her and Sunday and giving them a new hairstyle to boot. They liked it, thought it was cute.

Sunday gave them medicine. To help calm them, he said. He knew of their past when he peered onto their head, past the barriers and walls they tried to put up.

"You can't forget to take it every day," He told them one day, brushing their hair. They'd already taken their medicine earlier, they eyes blanked as they stared at themselves in the mirror. "It's supposed to help calm you. So you can't forget to take it, yes?"

They nod, "Yes, Sunday."

Days went by. Weeks. Months, maybe. They couldn't remember. The days blended and melted together, consistent with their routine with the Halovian siblings.

Consistency kept them happy, kept them in line.

It kept them from thinking about him.

"Have you taken your medicine today, Astralon?" They heard Sunday ask, looking at them with scrutinizing eyes. "I can see your hands shaking."

They looked down at their book. They were. They were shaking.

"Ah...I must have forgotten."

Sunday clicked his tongue and shook his head, snapping his fingers.

"Hound. Retrieve Astralon's medicine."

Gallagher grunted something in reply, walking off to get their medicine for them.

They stayed seated, still shaking as Sunday reached over and closed their book, bringing his hand up to cup their cheek. He moved their face to look at him, studying them.

Almost like they were nothing but an experiment to him.

"Have you only forgotten your medicine today?" He asked, trailing one hand up their arm. They attempted to pull their arm away, shaking almost violently.

"Yes," They replied. "Just today."

Sunday's eyes narrowed. He looked back towards the door, relieved to see Gallagher walking back inside, holding their small pill bottle in his large hands.

"Took you long enough, Hound," Sunday murmured, snatching the pill bottle from his hands. He also saw a small water bottle held in his hand, quickly taking that as well. "Thank you. That's all, Hound."

Gallagher walked away, while Sunday quickly opened the pill bottle and grabbed their dose, holding two small pills between his fingers.

"Open wide." He commanded, watching as they obediently opened their mouth, allowing him to place the pills on their tongue. "Good."

He opened the water bottle and tilted it up to their lips, watching them gently grasp at his wrist as they drank.

He smiled slightly, wings fluttering. "Good, very good."

They swallowed the pills and water, sitting their with Sunday in silence for a few moments, before the pills started to slowly take effect.

"Feeling better already?" Sunday asked, moving a hand to trail up their arm again. They didn't try to pull away this time.

They nodded, "Yes, Sunday."

He smiled, "Good. Don't forget to take your medicine every day, now, Astralon."

Their reply was dry and practiced, life gone from their voice.

"Yes, Sunday."

(( @lovebugdrabbles i did it bestie >:3))

[missabnormal]

imagine being a Korean person awake at like one in the morning trying to accept that the president of South Korea actually just tried to go full dictatorship by way of an emergency martial law because he was basically having a political temper tantrum and every agency and corporation in the country is all hands on deck, code red mode on everything and the military is being deployed and then the assembly revokes the martial law and then the president is like lol nevermind and now you have to get ready to work at your shitty job on a Wednesday

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[yeepof]

I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

[monsieurenjlolras]

you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:

Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more

Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock

Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.

Have a little glass of wine

Take as long as you feel like for lunch

Deeply understand that work doesn't matter

Make sure your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️

[reasonsforhope]

By the way, you can improve your executive function. You can literally build it like a muscle.

Yes, even if you're neurodivergent. I don't have ADHD, but it is allegedly a thing with ADHD as well. And I am autistic, and after a bunch of nerve damage (severe enough that I was basically housebound for 6 months), I had to completely rebuild my ability to get my brain to Do Things from what felt like nearly scratch.

This is specifically from ADDitude magazine, so written specifically for ADHD (and while focused in large part on kids, also definitely includes adults and adult activities):

Here's a link on this for autism (though as an editor wow did that title need an editor lol):

Resources on this aren't great because they're mainly aimed at neurotypical therapists or parents of neurdivergent children. There's worksheets you can do that help a lot too or thought work you can do to sort of build the neuro-infrastructure for tasks.

But a lot of the stuff is just like. fun. Pulling from both the first article and my own experience:

Play games or video games where you have to make a lot of decisions. Literally go make a ton of picrews or do online dress-up dolls if you like. It helped me.

Art, especially forms of art that require patience, planning ahead, or in contrast improvisation

Listening to longform storytelling without visuals, e.g. just listening regularly to audiobooks or narrative podcasts, etc.

Meditation

Martial arts

Sports in general

Board games like chess or Catan (I actually found a big list of what board games are good for building what executive functioning skills here)

Woodworking

Cooking

If you're bad at time management play games or video games with a bunch of timers

Things can be easier. You might always have a disability around this (I certainly always will), but it can be easier. You do not have to be this stuck forever.

[mias-back-from-the-dead]

tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"

[beardedmrbean]

Eight-year-old Max Alexander holds the world record as the youngest runway fashion designer. He began designing at the age of four.

[ellenchain]

"there is beauty in imperfections"

[yardsards]

everything in this life is temporary. except that fandom hyperfixation from when you were 14. that thang will be with you forever there's no escaping.

[thought-begone]

I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[doodleswithangie]

headcanon that stan hates wearing glasses (for many reasons) and went without them for years until he really needed them

[Image Description: Comic of a younger Stanley Pines from "Gravity Falls." Alt text is provided and copied below the cut. End ID]

A younger Stan squints at his blurry reflection in the mirror, leaning in really close to see himself clearly. He sighs and grabs a pair of Ford's glasses on the dresser. Putting them on, he stares at his reflection. "Welp," he says, "this is unsettling."

He turns away from the mirror to adjust his tie, saying, "But it can't be helped." His reflection is now a disheveled Ford, mirroring Stan.

[orcinus-veterinarius]

Woman at the zoo: Why do they look so sad? 😔

Sign literally 10 feet away:

[dammjamboy]

stanley pines deserved to be a dad, it's not even fair 😭

based off this dialogue in the 3ds game