#adhd business owner

[jules-hoard-of-stuff]

Want some little guys?

I got some little guys called Pocketopi for sale to help me start my small business, Sheep Stitch Witchery!

These little fellows are easy to hold, to stim with, and they end up attracted to your pockets via things like lint, coins, or old receipts! They're good little buddies for anxiety, autistic and adhd stimming, a little stress buddy to squeeze, or a desk toy.

I even made one based off of the autism creature!

But the capturing process is difficult, and it could take YEARS to raise one properly...

Or, you could just put down a small fee, and you'll receive a unique little guy in the mail, nothing to it!

I'm making more batches as we speak! Most of these will NOT be repeated unless requested several times, so as batches come out, they'll each be unique little guys!

Please check them out, it would really make my day. I make other stuff too!

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

things i have done to procrastinate on my “breaks” between working on the holy hand grenade:

gifted the new neighbours one of our aloe propagates

finished my roommate’s redactle puzzle

all the dishes in the kitchen

baked a fucking apple pie

[gaynazario]

yes i have been ignoring this game exists again why do you ask. no it has nothing to do with not wanting to finish crimes of passion

[eruptedinlight]

I just found out I have another vendor show this weekend and all i’ve been doing is making baron art like a hyperfixated stupid idiot the past three days FuuUuuuck

[galaxybraindesign]

TLDR: I'm cute. I'm gay. I'm an artist. I have a question for you down at the bottom of the post!⁠

The long version: Hi! I'm Bridget and I'm the owner, etc. of Galaxy Brain Design! I live in Maryland, between Baltimore + DC. In 2018 I quit my nonprofit marketing job and started selling my art. In 2020 I finally thought of a name I loved enough to pay the State of Maryland $300/year. In 2022 I started doing live events and stocking GBD products in retail stores.⁠ 🪐🧠⁠ Some fun facts about me, imho:⁠

I'm extremely gay and married to an enby lesbian textile artist that helps me run the family business.⁠

I have OCD, Anxiety, and ADHD — I take meds for all three things and have a therapist I truly cherish. I love to talk about this + I do everything in my power to destigmatize brains. AMA.⁠

I love to learn about anything and everything, including, but not limited to: cryptids, cults, conspiracy theories, plants, rare fungi, + weird deep sea creatures.⁠

for a couple years I did an art series called Sects Sells where I mashed up famous cults with retro advertisements — I'm thinking about bringing her back in the New Year⁠

when I was a little kid, my mom took me to the zoo everyday which resulted in a. my earliest influential work: a giant drawing of two giraffes + b. my locating a missing monkey on the premises, which resulted in a photo of me and a zookeeper with said monkey⁠ 🪐🧠 If you made it this far (or if you skipped ahead) I would love to know more about you! Where are you from? What's your favorite wikipedia deep dive? Tell me in the comments!

[bratzforchris]

Sunflowers

Summary: Chris gets distracted easily. Like really, really easily. When he gets separated from Matt and Nick in the mall, he meets a lovely soul who understands just a little bit more than anyone else.

Pairing: ADHD!Chris x autistic!feminine reader

Warnings: Neurodivergent overstimulation, getting lost, crying, brief mentions of ableism

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: The sunflower lanyard (pictured above) signifies that someone has a hidden or invisible disability and may need extra assistance/patience/kindness. I am not saying or assuming Chris actually has ADHD. If he doesn't, cool, if he does, also cool! This is all for fun and for diversity in the fandom<3 Enjoy!!

ADHD was a difficult thing to live with. It was more than just the stereotype of “Oh look! Squirrel!”. It was a constant condition that caused a lot of impact on one’s day-to-day life and happiness. Chris knew this better than just about anyone. Having been diagnosed in middle school, he found himself on a constant pendulum between spaced out with his head all over the place and extra hyper. Though he was medicated for it, there were still days where his body and mind were consumed with extra hyperactivity and energy, meaning he could be easily distracted, rambunctious, and fidgety. 

Both Matt and Nick were aware of their younger brother’s diagnosis and were extremely supportive of it, letting Chris run wild when he needed to and gently reminding him to take his meds and do his other daily tasks now that they no longer lived with their parents. The youngest really couldn’t have asked for a better support system, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t days where his brain betrayed him for quite literally no reason. 

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“Do you want your lanyard, Chris?” Matt asked as he grabbed his car keys off the hook near the garage door. 

The key rack held all of the boy’s keys and things they would need when they left the house, but it also held Chris’ green and yellow sunflower lanyard. These lanyards were a universal symbol that someone had a hidden or invisible disability and might need some extra kindness and assistance when they left their house. Chris had fought the idea at first, claiming that he didn’t need that; he rarely struggled in public. However, the change after he had agreed to try one due to Nick’s pleading to give it a shot had been immense. Strangers no longer looked at him like he was rude when he couldn’t help to butt in or play with his fidget toys as an adult, nor did shop owners hastily bat his hands away when he just wanted to touch things in stores. Of course, there were still bigots, but the improvement was more than he could have asked for. 

Now, Chris possessed his own sunflower lanyard, complete with a small card attached that read “I have ADHD. I can act restless and tend to fidget. I may act on impulse and have trouble concentrating. Please be patient and understanding.” and had both Matt and Nick’s names and phone numbers on it in case of an emergency. His lanyard also had a few pins, buttons, and pop-its on it so that the boy would always have something to fidget with. 

“It’s probably a good idea,” Nick added, coming down the stairs and typing out something on his phone. “Christmas is next week. The mall is going to be busy.”

Being triplets, Matt and Nick were incredibly in-tune with Chris and each other, and both boys could tell that today was going to be a more hyper, easily distracted day for their younger brother. Normally, they would’ve postponed busy, crowded spaces and must-do errands for a day where Chris was feeling more mellowed out, but they flew back home to Boston in just a few short days and had yet to buy Christmas presents for, well, anyone. 

Slowly thinking over the situation at hand, Chris grabbed his lanyard off the hook and placed it over his neck, but it wasn’t long until he had moved on to something else. “Do you guys think that there are triplets just like us?” he asked as Matt corralled him out the door. “But like, in China or something?”

The drive to the mall had been much longer than anticipated with all the holiday traffic, which allowed Chris more time to let his mind wander, blurting out every random thought he had as he played with the shark pop-it on his lanyard. Luckily, Nick quickly engaged the youngest in all his conversations so that Matt could focus, his own head spinning as he tried to keep up with Chris’ mile-a-minute chatter. 

“We should go people watching,” Chris announced as Matt parked their car inside of the heavily filled parking garage. “We could probably see some crazy shit. Speaking of which, did you guys see that episode of Live PD last night?”

Matt and Nick shared a glance over Chris’ head as they walked into the mall. The more Chris talked, the more he began to fidget, earning stares from onlookers, despite his lanyard. The mall was insanely crowded, which could either help or hurt. Somedays, Chris absolutely thrived in chaos, able to hyperfocus and get tasks done in record time. On others, his brain became so stimulated by chaos and change that he would shut down, often losing his ability to executive function in the process. Today was an absolute toss up. 

“Let the games begin.” Nick mumbled, grabbing his brothers’ hands and sliding through the crowds. 

As ‘cringy’ as it was, the triplets still held hands with each other in public, especially after Chris had received his ADHD diagnosis. Matt and Nick felt an almost protective sense over their younger brother, opting to help keep him safe when his brain didn’t always remind him to do that himself. 

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Things had been going fine for well over an hour now, but it was starting to become too much for Chris. They had already gotten presents for their dad and Justin, and were now on the hunt for a gift for their mother. As much as they loved and adored MaryLou, shopping for a woman as 20 year old men in a mall this crowded was a task. 

The youngest triplet was beginning to become overstimulated. His own thoughts had already been so loud and so chaotic this morning, and to add hoards of people, blaring Christmas music, screaming kids, and overwhelming smells from the food court wasn’t helping. He hadn’t meant to get separated from Nick and Chris; the boys had been poring over the jewelry counter in Macy’s when Chris dropped Nick’s hand, opting to pull his Airpods out of his pocket. Maybe if he could listen to the music he liked and that calmed him down, he could manage the rest of this trip without a meltdown. 

Chris had just slipped his earbuds in and pressed play on Life of a Dark Rose when he realized that neither Matt nor Nick was standing next to him. Not yet panicked, he looked around the floor of the department store, searching for Matt’s Red Sox hat or Nick’s blond hair above the crowd. When that didn’t work, he simply shot a quick text in their sibling group chat that read where are you guys??. Much to his discomfort, the text quickly came back with a ‘cannot be delivered’ message, making the brunette curse when he realized that the signal in the store was awful. 

“Excuse me, ma’am. Did you see where my brothers went? They have tattoos. One’s blond and has a nose ring, the other was wearing a hat?” Chris asked the lady at the jewelry counter hopefully. 

Either not noticing his lanyard or not caring, the employee turned her back to Chris, leaving him desperate. He didn’t know his way around this mall at all, his phone wasn’t working, and it was beyond crowded. How was he supposed to find Matt and Nick? What if they left without him? He couldn’t drive and he had left his wallet with Nick. How would he get home? This was just a glimpse into the anxiety that circulated through Chris’ mind whenever he became overstimulated. 

The brunette felt his eyes beginning to grow wet, cursing himself under his breath. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t cry. Not here. Chris wiped a few stray tears that were running down his cheeks and began to retreat to a quiet area of the store to contemplate his next move. The last thing he needed was for a ‘fan’ to snap a photo of him crying and overstimulated and post it online. 

The children’s toy area proved to be the perfect place for him to hide. With all the stock having been bought out for the day in the holiday rush, the department was completely empty. Chris sat down on one of the leather benches, running his hands through his hair as a stim and anxiously checking his phone in hopes of regaining signal. He was so caught up in his anxious stimming and trying not to have a meltdown, that he hadn’t even noticed someone appear beside him. 

“Are you okay? I saw your lanyard,” You offered kindly. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

Chris looked up at you, taking in your appearance. You were absolutely beautiful, dressed in a soft, sensory friendly outfit with a purple cow Squishmallow clutched to your side. That wasn’t what caught his attention, though. What truly caught his attention was the sunflower lanyard hanging around your own neck. Glancing briefly at the card, Chris noticed it read “I’m autistic”. 

“Can I sit?” You asked, gesturing to the empty spot next to the boy. 

Chris nodded, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat. “I can’t find my brothers.” he admitted tearfully. 

“Is that who’s with you?” You asked knowingly, having been in similar situations yourself. “Do you want to call them?”

“I can’t. My phone won’t send the fucking text and they were just with me and I can’t find them. What if they left me?” the more Chris talked, the upset he became, anxiously chewing on his nails. 

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay. They wouldn’t leave you. Would you like a fidget?” You pulled a tangle from your purse, holding it out for the boy to take.

Chris stared at you for a moment before tentatively taking the toy from you, instantly focusing on the colors and movement of the plastic. “...thank you.” he whispered. 

“Would it be okay if I touched you?” You asked gently. From your own experience, you knew that it was important in situations like these to ask for consent to touch someone who was overstimulated. “My lanyard has my emergency contact on it. Does yours? Maybe we can work together to find your brothers.”

Chris nodded softly, allowing you to softly look at his lanyard and identify both Matt and Nick’s phone numbers and names. By some miracle, your phone had much better service than Chris’ did, allowing you to let both brothers know where you were and that Chris was looking for them. 

“So, tell me about yourself if you want to.” You tried to make easy conversation to take the brunette’s mind off his current overstimulation and panic. 

“‘M a YouTuber,” Chris muttered softly, highly subdued. “And I like rap music and y’know, I have ADHD.” when he saw your soft, blushy smile and attentive listening, Chris became more animated. 

“I’ve always thought YouTube would be a cool job. I’m a pet sitter. I love animals so much. They’re one of my special interests.” You nodded to your cow stuffed animal. 

Chris remembered reading about the term when he was doing some self reflecting on being neurodivergent. Although he didn’t experience them himself, he knew that they were an enormous part of being autistic, and he felt grateful that you were willing to share something like that with him. 

“How did you, um, find me?” Chris asked shyly. 

“Well, I came to see if they had any stuffed animals because I love them, but instead I found you.” You smiled, fiddling with your own fidget toy. 

You and Chris continued to chat as you waited for his brothers. The difference in his personality when you first found him to now was like night and day. He had become more animated over the course of your conversation, talking with his hands, eyes aglow. You looked up when you noticed two men who looked eerily similar to Chris walk up next to you. In your head, you connected the dots that the boys must have been triplets. The blond who approached you had a hard look on his face as he noticed his brother talking to a stranger, but when his eyes caught your lanyard, he visibly relaxed. 

“Matt! Nick!” Chris squealed, leaping off the bench and pulling his brothers into a hug. 

You watched with a soft smile, thinking the sibling’s embrace was cute until the brother in the Red Sox hat turned to you. 

“Thank you,” he told you sincerely. “Thank you for helping him.”

“It’s really not a problem.” You were becoming shy under the attention, but Chris came up and wrapped his arm around you. 

“I love her,” Chris said, before blushing as he realized what he had said. “Not like that! I…I mean…” he stuttered. 

“I’ll give you my number,” You chuckled, standing on your tiptoes and kissing Chris on the cheek. “For being such a sweetheart.”

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[palaeoplushies]

Advertising on Twitter vs Tumblr

I was thinking about the different tone/personality of the two websites I advertise most on, and I definitely prefer Tumblr but I reach a more professional/sciency audience over on Twitter, but also there's so many restrictions on what you can say there and still get it seen. This has only gotten worse recently and we all know why. I think I have four main groups of people who enjoy my work, there's a bunch of overlap:

Animal enthusiasts (These people either really love one specific group of critters, or really love animals in general.)

Obscure pet owners (They love their fish and are delighted that someone, somewhere has made a plush of their specific favourite species)

Furries (Love y'all, tend to buy the BIG plushies, usually the mammals)

Researchers/Scientists (These people love one specific group of animals and they're studying them, sometimes want a plushie for outreach but usually it's secretly for themselves)

Honestly I fit into all these categories and that's why I think I draw this kind of person to my work, because ADHD will not let me do anything I personally don't enjoy. So, where abouts do you think you fit best?

This might seem like market research or something but I'm literally just curious and will forget the results in 2 seconds and it will not impact how I do anything in future business-wise because I have the forwards thinking capability of a slug.

[lizaluvsthis]

Hello everyone and welcome to my blog! (master post)

Hello Hello! My name is Liza (without the E)

I'm a SMG34 Shipper and a Fan of SMG4's contents!

People are only allowed at my blog if you're 13+ I cuss sometimes and well you might find other things disturbing or not on the way-

Too many tabs! Still arranging them!

My Romance Trope For these two

OFFICIAL TWITTER ACCOUNT

I do have a Wattpad account

Persona right here :>

FANARTS + SPECIAL THANKS

TOP SECTION:

"Indigo Secret":

AU and Comic by me

Flashback and plot idea by @justin-peudeau

About: "Indigo Secret":

How long was is planned?

Coffee N' Bombs / Brewing Romance AU:

Design created by me

AU and Fanfic by @shygirl4991

SMG4's Uni CnB outfit

SMG3's CnB outfit

Confused who owns the AU?

ABOUT CNB BR AU

Whats so good about it?

Pride Bombs! - aroace too

My Arts for CnB BR: CLICK HERE!

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Snowtrapped 3.0...:

For somereason.

ITS DISCONTINUED!!!

Moving Out - A short smg34 comic

Mario and The Mysterious TV _ Marware

Hyperfixations and Research

My SMG34 headcanons

Boundaries + Shipping + Sexualities

Fanarts/Animatics I made for Fics

Artistic Family

UPDATES - LINK

My pronouns go by They/Them

Undiagnosed ADHD person

Country? What country...

Birthday:

First month of the year?

How many fingers in one hand?

500+1000+509=?

I'm Pansexual (buttt I'm in the asexual spectrum)

Gender? I have no gender I'm a blueberry

(Following gifs are from- Blinkies)

I love to illustrate and write silly fanfics and make other stuff :)

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I'm currently up making my own comics called 'Indigo Secret' I'm the one and only owner who created this and no one else.

I have an artist collaborating with Idea and Art from some parts of the chapter please send thanks and appreciation to @justin-peudeau

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Shay owns the Coffee N' Bombs / Brewing Romance AU and I draw the designs/add ideas!

This collaborator joined in to make the fic and AU please send thanks and appreciation to @shygirl4991

You can find their fics about the AU just by looking at their blog (its somewhere :))

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I'm a Co-Designer and Collaborator of The Frog Prince AU with other collaborators Shay and Aly

[FANFIC NOT AVAILABLE - GETTING RE-WRITTEN]

The Frog Prince (Fanfic by @shygirl4991 )

Official SMG3 and SMG4 Designs

Official Mario Bros Designs

SMG3 Kid Design and bonus arts (Art by @alianarepasa )

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The A Spark Beneath Hearts is a Strange Magic AU collaborated by me and @itsajjanea

Design for EMO SMG4 is out

Same goes to TAG6

If you want to make fanarts from my works you can! Just mention me in the tags. I also can't wait to get asks/requests from you guys!

I also do bunch of researches and analytics, I'm busy at the moment in sometimes I won't be there to respond quickly!

(Again I'm a minor student who's still studying)

By the way- if you ever see my arts in pinterests, instagram, or any kind of other social platforms there is? THAT. is NOT. ME. Report it to me immediately. This account is the only social platform I use and not any other type of apps.

I've been aware that other people steal arts without permission mind doing me a favor to not repost mine somewhere else okay?

I don't do any of that NSFW crap so don't accuse me of it.

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HOBBIES AND INTERESTS-

- Voice Acting

I get paid to voice act

I was known for voice acting:

Secret Level - NIGHTMARE: Never Ending by Midori

Voice auditioned from the past Gacha Era

- Digital Editor

I can edit videos

- Artist

Traditional/Digital

- Music Composer

Barely written any songs and also create music but I do make them

- Musician

I do plenty ukulele, piano, and drummer

My most favorite thing of all is singing

- Research

I also make written documents about the ship or any other type of opinions- or anything at all

- Hyperfixation

Talk more about the husbands or anyother bunch of stuff about SMG4

- Collaborator

We can collab just keep things appropriate pls I don't want to get involved at people who're toxic/problematic

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I'm Semiactive- I dont mind spam likes or reblogs (well appreciated with love)

[beyondthisdarkhouse]

Today I was very mature and grown up. I called the provincial and federal Conservative parties and did not say anything to them except, "I recently rented a post office box whose previous owner was [name]. He was subscribed to a lot of Conservative mailing lists. I'd like to be taken off those lists, please."

I did not say "NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN, YOU DEMONIC SONS OF BITCHES."

Every goddamn time I've opened my business's box and found nothing for me, but political flyers that were physically paper and spiritually greasy, I've wanted to set them on fire. And then ADHDed my way through the rest of my errands and forgotten by the time I got home.

I wish everything else about the Conservatives were this easy to banish. But I do not have time right now to play host to rage and despair, so I am gonna lock the rest of those feelings back up and go sew something.

[specialagentlokitty]

B99 x reader - useful gifts

Okay I don't know if you do Reader with ADHD but if yes could you do one where she is super lucky? Like she's at a store and a robber tries to rob the place but he gets attacked by the Reader's heavy duty bag (given to her by Rosa) while she's listening to music and then the Robber tries to get up, only to slip of a broken jar that the Reader accidentally knocked over and had been too busy listening to music. It's only when she stops listening that she sees everyone cheering for her and the shopper giving her a lifetime pass in his store. If it's not your thing it's cool! I love your writing very much! - Anon 💜

Shuffling on your feet, you lightly nodded your head back and forth to the beat of the song you were blasting through your headphones as you looked at the snacks on the shelf.

You were trying to decide what it was you wanted to snack on during work, but there was so many things to choose from.

Turning around, you walked over to the other side, completely unaware of anything that was going on around you.

Turning around again, you picked up something so you could look at it, making your way around the aisle, then realising that you were going the wrong way you spun on your heel.

Looking at the baked goods, you began to pick something up and you felt something hit your foot.

Frowning a little bit you looked at your foot to see a bit of glass by it.

Pulling your headphones down, you carefully stepped over it and looked around for someone to help when you saw everybody clapping and cheering.

“I uh… I broke something I think?”

“It doesn’t matter you saved us!” Someone cheered.

“Huh? Saved you?”

You looked down at the man trying to reach for his gun, and you stepped on his arm, shaking your head at him.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your badge.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”

“What the hell is your bag made out off?!” He yelled.

“Oh it’s a heavy duty bag.” You grinned a little.

Reaching into your other pocket, you pulled out your cuffs and you reached down, cuffing the man, making him sit on the floor as you began to cordon everyone off.

“Did anybody call emergency services?” You asked.

“Yes, we did.”

You nodded and began getting everything ready for your squad to turn up because you had told them you were there.

Going to check up on the witnesses, you made sure that nobody was hurt.

“Are you all alright?”

“Yes, yes thank you. All thanks to you.” A woman sighed.

They began thanking you again, cheering and clapping and you smiled at them.

“Do you come here often?” The owner asked you.

“Oh yeah, every day, got to keep the squad fell fed.” You laughed.

“Come everyday and whatever you want it’s free, you never have to pay for a single thing.” The man smiled.

“No! I couldn’t accept that, you need to make a living.”

He walked over, placing the card into your hands.

“Please it’s the least I can offer you after you saved us, accept it.”

You sighed a little, putting it into your pocket.

You didn’t want to argue with the owner, so you thanked him and went about your work again.

You never thought your heavy duty bag would come in handy, but now you’re glad that you take it everywhere with you.

You would have to remember to thank Rosa when you saw her

[meowrette]

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hello! i am the owner of this blog ♡ my names lumi or u can call me solar, i go by any pronouns and any terms (fem terms pref), i am an unlabeled sapphic minor, mostly questioning labels still >_<; ... i am an ambivert with social anxiety ,, infp/enfp (?) , i am autistic and have mental illnesses like maladaptive daydreaming disorder, adhd, bpd, suspecting npd + unlisted ,,, if u wish to know more about me check out my rentry ♡ thank u for reading! please have fun on my blog and enjoy! :3

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other notes ^_^ ,, credits to @/kiochisato for the dividers! my theme is ann from the waiting room on yt ~ ♪

[urlocalwhumper]

my girl and @sowhumpshaped's boy interacting bc yippee yahoo yay (yes that anon was me. again. i should really sign my anons lmfao)

also this is like a weird mix of my pet verse and theirs, tried to keep things consistent but i have adhd memory so do not count on it!! 🫡

anyways,

rayan couldn't believe it. not only had he finally, after years of attempts, been approved for his pet owner's license, but he was also heading to the shelter - not as a volunteer this time, but to finally, finally pick out a pet of his very own.

to say he was excited was an understatement, truly, but he also felt a little bad as he approached the building. he'd been so busy recently, he hadn't been in for volunteer work for a solid two weeks. he supposed it was all worth it now, though.

he only felt more and more excited, almost giddy, as he was brought back towards the kennels. no more pining and yearning, when he left this building, it'd be with his very own pet right by his side.

he already recognized most of the faces he passed, but he still bothered to go kennel-by-kennel anyways. this was possibly the most important decision he'd ever make, and he was going to take it very seriously.

there was one he didn't recognize, though. all the way in the back, curled up as small as possible on its bed, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, was a pet he'd never seen before. he couldn't even really make out any distinctive features, with the way it was hiding its face in its arms. it was blonde, he could at least say that, with floppy little dog ears of a matching color, but he couldn't pick out much else.

"when did this one get in?" he asked, frowning in sympathy. one of the other volunteers - who he admittedly didn't know very well - glanced at the pet in question and sighed.

"last week, i think." they said. "real nasty case. she was confiscated from her last owner after heavy suspicions of abuse, the pet hospital sent her here once she didn't need constant medical attention anymore."

they clicked their tongue derisively. "i don't know how someone could do that to their pet." they sighed again. "either way, she's very skittish. doesn't bite, though. not even if you corner her."

so it's a girl. rayan thought distantly, blinking silently as he processed that load of information.

"that's- that's horrible!" he spluttered, once his brain finally caught up with him. he glanced back at the kennel. the pet inside had raised her head a little bit, and he could make out one shining green eye looking warily at him. "what- what happened?"

the volunteer spun their ring of keys around their finger, before selecting one and unlocking the gate to the kennel. "see for yourself."

electing not to comment on that weirdly ominous answer, he obliged and stepped inside the kennel. almost immediately, the pet inside shrunk back, like she could somehow manage to retreat even further into the far corner of the space.

rayan frowned, his eyebrows knitting together in worry. he didn't want to scare her anymore - the poor thing had probably already been scared enough for several lifetimes. so, with a soft grunt, he got down and sat on the kennel floor, a good six feet away from her.

"hi." he said, giving his best encouraging smile. "i'm rayan. i'm not going to hurt you." he kept his tone as soft and soothing as he possibly could. he eyed the tag on her collar, too far away to actually read it. "could i know your name too?"

she just stared at him for a few moments, sizing him up with her one visible eye, before slowly, cautiously rising to her hands and knees and taking a single step out of her bed.

and the moment she turned to fully face him, he immediately understood what the other volunteer meant by see for yourself.

only one of her eyes had been visible because the other was completely missing. almost the entire left side of her face, only ending less than an inch above her mouth, was made up of the rough scar tissue left by severe burns. where her left eye would have been, there was simply a shallow divot.

it took everything in him not to visibly recoil, because he knew it'd be interpreted the wrong way. the poor thing would probably think he was disgusted by her, when in reality, he was nearly floored by the depths of the cruelty she'd had to endure. even her tail, which was tucked firmly between her legs at the moment, had an odd bend to it, like it had been broken and healed crooked.

as she got closer to him, he could see just how terribly she was trembling, the way her ribs were clearly visible against her flesh. her single eye held so much fear, and her ears were pinned back against her skull, yet she continued to approach anyways.

until finally, she sat down in front of him, hunched and small and afraid. he wanted so badly to just reach out and comfort her, but he knew that escalating that quickly would likely scare her more.

slowly, so she could still keep a close eye on his movements and back away if she felt threatened, he reached for her collar. black leather - heavy duty, but impersonal. "NANA" was engraved on the front of the tag in bold, capital letters. The back was bare.

"nana." he repeated. her gaze immediately snapped from his hand back to his face. "is that your name?"

after a few hesitant seconds, she gave a single nod.

he smiled. "it's nice to meet you, nana." he said. "would it be okay if i pet you?"

she looked almost incredulous that he was asking, but nodded again anyways.

the moment his hand started to card through her hair, it was like her demeanor did a complete 180. she all but melted into the touch, leaning heavily into his hand as he scratched behind her ears. he could even see her tail starting to wag out of the corner of his eye.

poor thing. he thought sadly. is this really all it takes?

"you were just scared, weren't you?" he said. "scared i was gonna hurt you..." he couldn't even entertain the thought. "well, everything's okay. i'm not gonna hurt you, see?"

to his shock, she stepped closer again, and curled up in his lap, looking up at him with and eye full of pleas for more pets. he couldn't help but laugh to himself as he obliged.

"so," the volunteer from earlier said, nearly sending rayan jumping out of his skin - he'd forgotten they were there! "think you've found a keeper?" they gave him a knowing smile.

he looked down at the pet curled up in his lap, feeling the joy of finally achieving his dream once again.

he beamed as brightly as he could. "i- yeah! i think i did!"

[kazoosandfannypacks]

what I expected: my gamergirl sabezra au is about sabine being a gamergirl and ezra being a simp

what's actually going on in this au: sabine wren and her bizzare double life. alrich and ursa wren as small business owners. ezra bridger and his undiagnosed adhd. ephriam and mira bridger as christian martyrs. kanan jarrus as a reluctant but loving adoptive father. hera syndulla as a psychology professor who secretly looks at her students as her kids. jai kell as a sarcastic roommate. sabine being a gamergirl and ezra being a simp.

[pluto-supremacy]

Miguel O’Hara Headcanons: dating a gn!autistic!reader

➼ As with my Hobie post, these headcanons are based off some struggles I deal with myself as an autistic person, what my friends with autism face, and what i have seen and researched online. Autism is a spectrum and remember that everyone has different needs and levels of support, I just tried to include what i know in this post!

➼ No beta we die like uncle Aaron

➼ No warnings! Contains fluff

GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner

Has set aside a room in Spider HQ that only the two of you have access to. It has a sensory swing, blackout curtains, a huge tv for your comfort shows, and a whole area just full of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals (if you like them that is)

Much like Hobie, will throw anyone out of the room for you. And throw anything at anyone too.

"Hey mi amor, cover your ears for just a second" Miguel spoke quietly to you. Once he saw that your ears were covered, he gave a sarcastic smile to the offending spider person before tearing out a nearby console and hurling it at them

Even though he’s not at home often, his room is fitted with another sensory swing for you, so you can go there to decompress as well

He has Lyla track your heart rate closely to try and predict meltdowns so he can get you away from busy places and into a safe zone that doesn't have any triggers for you

If you’re non-verbal, low-verbal, or selectively mute, he has your watch fitted with a keyboard with text-to-speech so it’s easier for you to communicate

Everywhere already has soft lighting since Miguel’s eyes are sensitive to light as well. No dreaded overhead lights here. Rule number one: never use the big light

He personally makes sure that your safe foods are available in the cafeteria at HQ, even if it doesn’t fit the theme of the menu

All around HQ there’s a secret stash of fidget toys in every room

If there’s a spider person making fun of you for being autistic? Well they’re never heard from again or seen around the office. That and now every spider person is getting educated about autism, ADHD, so on and so forth as part of their training. They refuse? Out of the society. Miguel doesn’t stand for ableism here

Though let’s be honest he probably already has those like training modules that work gives you on different disabilities, transphobia, homophobia, racism, etc, and how to be respectful, just because there are so many spider people of different backgrounds and he won’t stand for intolerance

He carries around earplugs for you in case he needs to scream at a 15-year-old

Always asks if it’s okay if he can kiss you/hug you/hold your hand just in case you’re in a ‘no touch’ mood

Buys you trinkets from your special interests in each universe he visits (like shark plushies, maybe something from a tv series, cd from a band, etc)

[thecolorblockcurator]

I know social media has been so frustrating & discouraging lately as an artist & small business owner. I've been feeling particularly apathetic to sharing my own work & promoting things.

But last night I was doing some gratitude journaling- especially with the lunar eclipse feeling so strong for me. & I was looking back at what my life was like in 2013. And the gravity of just how many people I’ve connected with, or impacted their lives in some way on on Tumblr & on my instagram- was so significant. 

And not just has a peer mentor which is something I did for 3 years. - but sharing educational resources- getting people excited and engaged in talking about art. The amount of people over the years who have been supportive and there for me in my personal life too has been so substantial. The amount of people who have come to me for advice or to share their own stories. 

It just hit me that what I want most in life- to tangibly make an impact on people’s lives of help them feel like they’re not alone. I’ve already been doing for 10+ years in a really big and meaningful way. 

It might be my adhd object permanence. It could be the years of depression & brain fog I’ve had. But I forget that a lot. It’s easy for me to feel like I haven’t achieved much. & it’s easy for me to feel isolated as an artist- & with my chronic pain/illnesses.

But I’m happy that my intuition took me back down that path to 2013 to see that I have never been truly isolated or unsupported. & I feel so grateful for it no matter how low my reach is no matter how frustrating social media can be- I know how amazing it is to say with certainty that the connections I’ve made, the communities I’ve brought together have been impactful. 

[annaholak]

Inktober, Tiffany Aching, Barbie, and a General Life Update

The Plan: Read the Tiffany Aching books during the summer, re-make her, and use her as the main character for my next Inktober.

The Reality: while I was finishing Cupid Cafe my landlord decided to sell the apartment I've been renting for over a decade. It was an extremely shitty one (no heating, broken air-conditioning units, dark, moldy, etc), but it was dirty cheap, and the best I could afford.

It was sold in mid-June, and the new owner (surprising no one) wanted to raise the rent. I don't know how the rental market is wherever you live, but here (in Athens, Greece) it's a right nightmare (Airbnb has a lot to answer for...). I couldn't find anything in the same price bracket that wasn't basically a tiny basement-turned-into-a-studio. I was panicking. Heavily.

In the end a (really good) friend came to my rescue. She convinced her mom (who had moved to her vacation home during the pandemic) to rent me the city apartment she was rarely using anymore. With the same money I was paying for the previous one. A fucking life saver let me tell you.

It's a much bigger, and generally much nicer, one than the previous shithole I was living in. I finally have enough space for an actual studio. It's also in a much nicer neighbourhood. One I normally would not be able to afford. Lots of green spaces, and very pet friendly (I don't have a pet at the moment, but I'm greatly enjoying meeting all the happy puppers on their walks, whenever I'm out and about).

I moved in in mid-July. I'm still working on it, as I've been going through a lot of the things I had in storage, deciding what to keep, donate, or throw away, and that takes time. The studio is still a mess, but here is a sneak peek of my current working space (the walls were supposed to be lilac, but I'm not complaining - Peppa-the-pig pink it is):

Anyway, back to Inktober. As you can imagine I had hardly the time to read anything during the summer, so the Tiffany Aching idea will have to wait. I also felt extremely uninspired by this year's Inktober prompts. I dug around a bit and found a prompt list I actually like. It's the Mystical Witchtober one, hosted by agingerly aianaiya isabee Madie Meri Marigona Suli Aria and Talita on Instagram. Here's the prompt list (by isabee):

As I was going through the things I've had in storage I found some of my childhood Barbie magazines and sticker albums. So I'm thinking of riding the nostalgia wave, and turning my Witchtober into a slightly Barbie-esque, and a bit late 1980's/early 1990's themed, witch-vampire romance.

I will be working on it at a rather leisurely pace, since I'm still busy working on my new space, and also recovering from a recurring freak throat infection I've had since mid-August (was it strep? was it mono? Who knows? Not my doctors). I've been through two rounds of antibiotics and I'm still not completely well, so please be patient with me.

I think that's all for now. Stick around for a very soft and pink Witchtober. And worry not, I have a lot of Wyrd Sisters things planned once this one is over.

P.S.

Oh yeah, I've also somehow managed in the middle of all the chaos to acquire a new boyfriend. Which hasn't happened in a while. So that's nice.

P.P.S. (bonus for still reading this essay of an update)

I made last year's Wyrd Sisters Abroad Inktober into a zine for the Comicdom Con in May. In true ADHD fashion it was written at five a.m. the morning it had to be at the printer's, after the third all nighter in a row. So typos were inevitable. But the fact that this was the only typo that made it through to the printed version, had me giggling uncontrollably once I discovered it (a couple of months later, it took me a while). Enjoy: