#they are so mother and son 🏃🏃

[sherbetlemonss]

SpyGear!

[unusual-raccoon]

thinking about jaceluke as girls' dads again 😩🤍 rhaelle being jace's heir and jace fighting for her rights as his heir so she doesn't have to go through the same experience as rhaenyra. and then aemond demanding the council to either be married to lucerys or be married to one of the girls as compensation for his "loss during the war (the blacks killing aegon and otto to take the throne back) and his loss as a young child (his eye)". aemond doesn't want to marry rhaelle or aemma ofc, his goal is lucerys- and jace goes feral as future king, alpha, husband and father at his uncle's audacity. 🤍

It’s so funny that you were thinking about the twins because I was thinking about JaceLuke’s baby “Laenor” and specifically how the terminology in High Valyrian for an uncle that is a mother’s/muña’s older brother is identical to the terminology for father. So, Laenor, the child that is referred to as Aemond’s son (but is biologically JaceLuke’s), calls Jace his “kepa” which is the term for uncle and for father 😩.

Now time for your actual ask, my love.

OMG Aemond “dumbass” Targaryen having the audacity to be compensated with a marriage to either a child or Jace’s own wife is ballsy and SO stupid.

Aemond: Allow me to take a wife etc.

The screech of Blackfyre being unsheathed echoes somewhere in the Red Keep.

Gerardys, sprinting to keep up with his king that is on an absolute war path: 🏃🏃 your grace executions are typically carried out by a royal executioner/lord confessor…and most usually in response to a crime/punishable offense. While, i understand the sensitivity of what your uncle has requested-

Trying to talk sense to this man is legit like:

[trashboatboy]

I am autism 🌈♾️.

I’m visible 👀 in your children 👦, but if I can help it, I am invisible 🕵️ to you until it’s too late 🔪.

I know 🧠 where you live 🏠.

And guess 🤷 what? I live 🏠 there too.

I hover 🕴️ around all of you.

I know no color barrier 🌈, no religion 🛐, no morality 🦸, no currency💲.

I speak 🗣️ your language 🈵 fluently.

And with every voice 🙊 I take away, I acquire 💁 yet another language 🈵.

I work very quickly 🏃💨.

I work faster 🏃than pediatric aids ☠️, cancer ⚰️, and diabetes 🥀 combined

And if you’re happily married 👰 , I will make sure that your marriage fails ❌.

Your money 💵 will fall into my hands 🤲, and I will bankrupt 🏦 you for my own self-gain 💪.

I don’t sleep 🙅🛌, so I make sure you don’t 🙅 either.

I will make it virtually impossible 🚫 for your family to easily attend a temple 🕍, birthday party 🎂, or public park 🏞️ without a struggle 🏋️, without embarrassment 🤦, without pain 🤕.

You have no cure 💉 for me.

Your scientists 👩‍🔬 don’t have the resources, and I relish 🎉 their desperation 😈. Your neighbors 🏘️ are happier to pretend 🦄 that I don’t exist—of course, until it’s their child 👦.

I am autism 🌈♾️. I have no interest in right ✅ or wrong ❎. I derive great pleasure 🥳 out of your loneliness 🙍.

I will fight 👊 to take away your hope 🙏. I will plot to rob 💰 you of your children 👦 and your dreams 💭. I will make sure that every day you wake up ⏰ you will cry 😭, wondering who will take care of my child 👦 after I die 💀?

And the truth is, I am still winning 🏆, and you are scared 😱. And you should be 🔪.

I am autism 🌈♾️. You ignored 🚮 me. That was a mistake 🔪.

And to autism 🌈♾️ I say:

I am a father 👨‍👦, a mother 🤱, a grandparent 👴, a brother 👦, a sister 👧.

We will spend every waking 👁️ hour trying to weaken 😓 you.

We don’t need sleep 🙅🛌 because we will not rest 😴 until you do.

Family can be much stronger 💪 than autism 🌈♾️ ever anticipated, and we will not be intimidated 😨 by you, nor will the love and strength 💪 of my community.

I am a parent 👩‍👦 riding toward you, and you can push me off this horse 🐎 time and time again, but I will get up, climb back on 🧗, and ride 🏇 on with the message 💌.

Autism 🌈♾️, you forget who we are. You forget who you are dealing 👊 with. You forget the spirit of mothers 🤱, and daughters 👧, and fathers 👨‍👦 and sons 👦.

We are Qatar 🇶🇦. We are the United Kingdom 🇬🇧. We are the United States 🇺🇲. We are China 🇨🇳. We are Argentina 🇦🇷. We are Russia 🇷🇺. We are the European Union 🇪🇺. We are the United Nations 🇺🇳.

We are coming together 👥 in all climates . We call on all faiths 🛐. We search 🔍 with technology 👩‍💻 and voodoo 🙌 and prayer 🙏 and herbs 🌿 and genetic studies 🧬 and a growing awareness 🕵️ you never anticipated 👊.

We have had challenges 🥊, but we are the best when overcoming them. We speak 🗣️ the only language 🈵 that matters: love for our children 👦.

Our capacity to love ♥️ is greater than your capacity to overwhelm 👿.

Autism 🌈♾️ is naïve. You are alone 🏝️. We are a community of warriors 👊. We have a voice 📢.

You think because some of our children cannot speak 🙊, we cannot hear 👂them? That is autism’s 🌈♾️ weakness.

You think that because my child 👦 lives behind a wall 🧱, I am afraid 😨 to knock it down with my bare hands 👊?

You have not properly been introduced 💁 to this community of parents 👨‍👩‍👦 and grandparents 👵, of siblings 👧 and friends 💑 and schoolteachers 👩‍🏫 and therapists 👨‍⚕️ and pediatricians 👩‍⚕️ and scientists 👨‍🔬.

Autism 🌈♾️, if you are not scared 😱, you should be 🔪.

When you came for my child 👦, you forgot: you came for me 🧍.

Autism 🌈♾️, are you listening 👂?

[everyothermouse]

Heehoo new story time! First new original story since forest ward back in March, wowee I've been obsessed with my old stories this year huh 😅

Info abt them under the cut 🏃

Premise: Two new employees of an art gallery discover the secrets of its sudden success over the past year, uncovering the story of a families death- and its rebirth, in the form of living paintings.

Characters -

Teal: The son of the deceased previous owner of the gallery. Seems well meaning, though eccentric.

Pink: The gallery's new social media manager. Peppy, curious, and creative.

Orange: The newest night gaurd of the museum. Struggles with chronic fatigue, but trudges along.

Red: A painting titled the little champion, who comes to life at night. Afraid of being forgotten.

Purple: An painting titled unfinished, who also comes to life at night. Treats the museum like her own playground, and pretends she doesn't wish she was a human.

Blue: primarily a painting new bowtie, although part of him also resides in The Murderer and wilting laurel. Rarely leaves his spot but to speak to his children, red and purple.

Storylines -

She's art: Pink discovers that purple is a living painting. Purple tries to trap Pink in a painting so she can't tell, but they end up taking a liking to eachother (🏳️‍🌈) and Pink gets to know the wonderful world of the living gallery :)

Not a word: The new night guard begins to vent his problems to a painting tucked away which particularly speaks to him (figuratively, not litterally.) The painting, Blue, doesn't feel along for the first time since he died, and tries to find ways to communicate advice to Orange through moving around the composition of other paintings, and share information his death through moving newspapers and files for Orange to find.

Tw murder, suicide, and death!

Last laugh: The story of the death of Red, told to his new friend Pink through way of adventure through the many paintings in the museum. Long story short the child who played baseball (the little champion), feeling treated like a freak by his mother (multiple paintings centered around the artists wife) and sister (unfinished) and ignored by his father, as a teenager attempts to finally leave some mark on the world by committing suicide by jumping in front of a train (wilting laurel.) And he found after his death that he didn't make a mark on the world, just on his father, who had made a single painting of him, finished an hour after Red had left the house without Blue's knowledge. Blue would kill himself out of the depression of losing his 3 family members a month later, erasing all that was left of Red in the world but the painting he was trapped in, a tiny spec on it too.

Toxic: The story of Purples death- A cruel teenage girl who often used making fun of others to make herself powerful in the one world she had control over. she was unfortunately murdered by a group of friends through poisoning on the night of her senior prom, and died alone in her room late at night after she went home sick. She woke up in this gallery, and has been here waiting for her friends since, hoping that maybe one day she'll see them again, and hear them say it wasn't them, and that they can save her from this painted hell she's trapped in.

When he died: Orange uncovers the interesting situations surrounding the death of Blue and his family. The gallery experienced a large boost in activity when his paintings were installed, despite the fact that the painter himself seemed to be someone no one had ever noticed. Strange symptoms were exhibited by people seeing them and yada yada probably haunted, the painting the murderer might have been made partially using the blood of the painters dead daughter which is *concerning*, Teal and Pink both get shady as hell when Orange brings it up, and something is definitely fucked up here but Orange still needs to look into more to figure out what

There's more ghings in this story since I started this post but those ones give you the basics of everyone but teal ^-^ might tell u his story later!