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[flowering-darkness]

A question for Miss Clio! Is there anything you've been looking forward to lately, or something you've been wanting to share? ^.^ I know you recently had an important day come up, I'd love to hear about that too, if you'd feel comfortable with it!

Clio: "Oh, hi!! How are you? Lots of questions - but I can definitely try and answer them!! Thanks for these!

Hmm.. Actually, I guess they all come together a bit! See- er, yeah, as you mentioned, I always make quite a big deal of this time of year, the end of March. Even this far down the line, it's just.. nice to be here and be proud of how far I've come, you know? Celebrate being who I am - and how I've been able to achieve that as I’ve gotten older. There was one point where I didn’t know if I’d ever get to have this, any of this.. But I’ve been luckier than most, and I’m really, really thankful for that.

When I look back at the way I used to feel.. the way I never used to feel happy about anything I was doing with myself.. I always used to get really attached to the heroes in fairytale stories. The knight in shining armour, riding in to save the princess - or the ordinary boy who suddenly finds out he’s special, and gets thrown into saving the world. I’d try to be them, and wonder how they could always save the day, and never lose hope - and maybe some of that was just ‘cause I was a kid reading kids’ books, but it’s not a bad outlook even though it’s childish, right? When I tried to be that way, and “be like them”, it always felt like I was just acting it out.. but then I realised each one of them was different, and there wasn’t any one way of doing it right. So I had to go with what worked for me - ‘cause my life wasn’t part of a fairytale story. And when I figured out the main thing in the way - as in, when I came out - that went a long way in helping me be more like.. a person I could aspire to, I guess. Someone my younger self would have wanted to grow up to be, if she’d heard of me already. I’m not saying I’m this big hero or anything - just that I want to be someone like that? Someone who helps the people around her and gets to make their days brighter, like the kids from the stories. Can’t exactly be the boy hero when you aren’t a boy, though, can you?

That’s sort of why I’m like this, I guess you could say - why I’ve always put my trust in luck, and why I’ve tried to help the people around me get lucky with what they’re doing. It was honestly purely by chance that I ended up settling on Clover, but.. it actually stems from me finding a spell that was meant to stop flowers from wilting, and remembering I’d managed to find a big patch of clover flowers one day. So I went out there, late at night, and I tried making a ring of them to test out the spell on. And while I was sat there, I thought more about them and what they meant. You might say it’s odd that so much of who I am revolves around something as small as the flower crown I wear through my hair every day.. but there’s a reason why I do that, and why I’ve always worn it since this time all those years ago. It’s so I can show that I want the luck I’ve had to get passed on to others, and maybe remind them if they need it that there’s always a chance things’ll get better for them.

It’s like if you’re stuck in the dark, and you can’t see. You’d need too big of a torch to make it look like daylight again, and no-one carries one ‘round with them that’s that massive. But a small light can be enough to let you figure out where you’re going, and not fall over something - which, in the end, is still enough to be helpful. So, what I’m trying to say is - I like getting to help people out by being myself, and being that little light for them, so they don’t have to go through the same long-winded process that I did. Does that make any sense?

I sort of lost the plot there, but- I hope it worked, for the moment. To go back to your actual questions - yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this whole weekend/start of the week for a while! Each time it comes ‘round again, my friends and I always try to do something together, like going out on the town or having a party - it’s almost like having another birthday in terms of what we do, which is fun. Means I usually spend my actual birthday with my family, so I get the best of both worlds! And when big days come around for my friends as well - whether it’s something like this, or some other anniversary or date that’s really important - I’m always up for making it as big of a thing as I can do, for their sakes. It’s just nice having stuff you can celebrate, you know? Especially when you get to do it with friends.

So, yeah, all in all, that’s been the main thing recently. Just.. looking back on where I was, and being happy I’ve made it to where I am now.

I hope that covers what you were asking, Hope! Sorry I lost the plot of it halfway through, but.. with any luck it’ll still have made some form of sense. I don’t know. It’ll be fine! I don’t mind talking about it, necessarily, it’s just.. hard to know how to word it all, generally speaking. But as long as you got something out of it, that’s the main thing.

Thanks again for stopping by! Have a great day~”

[seaglassdinosaur]

The doubling of tribute numbers. The miscarried Abernathy twins. The Donner sisters who Haymitch carries a fascination for as consequence. Louella being replaced by Lou Lou, a name that only mimics the first half of her name, and a girl who matches her in appearance only. Tam Amber’s set of pins, one dropped down a well, the other discarded. The two versions of the games: the one that Haymitch remembers and the edited, falsified version of them without the real content. The two bags of gumdrops. The fraternal affection he feels for Louella and Lou Lou, the artificial twins, and Maysilee’s offer to be his sister—the second one she gives in the book. A bond with a real twin, both pairs healing the sisters he never did know. The split between what is natural and what is manufactured or forged, bonds that that grow on their own, or are forced into existance. And if the distinction makes any difference to the person it impacts.

[aofikofi]

young justice 98 : cats !

this came to me in a dream idk

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[itseghost]

"Unbidden, an image of Jayce smiling in bed earlier this morning comes to mind. Viktor's hand on his cheek. His slightly chapped lips. His bedhead. Stubble. His smile lines. The shape of his jaw."

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one of my favorite little scenes from coming home (but not to you) by @lesbianherald :) haven't done comics in so so long but really wanted to give it a shot lol

[officialspec]

heres most of the notes i have for brisbane meshi. i could draw this forever probably

[imaginariumwanderer]

Eternalberry/hollysugar fans how we feeling

[hinamie]

quick megumi style study

[rooniearts]

my boy tails!!!!!!!! he has never known peace since shadow showed up with that kid

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

i'm such a big fan of laios using being well fed as proof that he's serious. like there's so many techbros & etc who will use not eating breakfast as proof that they're productive & just in general, the idea of being "too busy to eat" is getting more common (which is exactly what toshiro is doing here!) but laios is like. no. i'm so serious about this i'm thinking about what comes next. i'm so serious about this i'm making sure my body can do everything it can when i need it.

the fact that everyone in the party took care of themselves & carefully planned out their route & when they'd take breaks is what made them so successful. they always made sure to understand their limits

[kaogens]

static

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[elliott-forgott]

No hearts, no Zelda— and now he’s going to get killed over a stick. Disregard the fact that he was going to beat the robot over the head with said stick, it’s a STICK.

[soaked-doors]

when it rains, it pours

[foolsocracy]

im a proud supporter of the amazon atlantean best friend agenda

[aphel1on]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be