Kurdish . You can call me a AAA battery because I'm asexual, aromantic, agender, & small . 25 || chemist & pharmacologist || Don't repost my art || THEY/THEM pfp by me!
I have a few select favorites on the list to bind, and first up was Heliotrope by Waiting_for_a_sunny_day on Ao3! @hisomo
I've returned to this fic many times, and it holds a special place in my heart. Yoshiki’s journey to letting go of his tightly-held grief and simultaneously learning the necessity of loving oneself post-canon is masterfully written, and one I just needed to have on my shelf. I've documented the process it took to get it there, under the cut :)
First came the formatting. Good lord this took forever lol. I went through and separated each chapter, did the page numbers, the typesetting, and compared each sentence to ensure every italicized word was accurate. I ran the final pdf through signature program. Then, printing!
Next came organizing the signatures and binding them together. I used a french link stitch, and plan to try a new method each time I bind until I find a favorite.
That was then put back into the press and glued, to set for a few hours. I went to the zoo, came back, glue was dry! Next, the cover!
I used a reflective iron-on vinyl printed with a criciut for the cover design. And here is the final piece, all glued together!
The inside cover art of Hikaru’s insides is by @disjointed-art , printed on glossy paper. Thanks again for giving me permission to use it!
I added a poem that I felt fit this fic and Yoshikaru's relationship very appropriately, as a preface.
and here is the full typesetting, on paper :) (slight spoilers for those who have not read it)
I am very happy with how it turned out, and am excited to hone my skills with each new project.
Go read Heliotrope on Ao3, if you haven't!! As for me, I can now read it on paper by lamplight.
Not watching my father get weaker every day and knowing I can’t do what he needs.
He needs surgery.
Not later. Not someday.
He needs it now.
But we are living in conditions where even simple things feel impossible. Medicine is hard to find. Proper care is out of reach. Even food is not always there.
I sit with him and try to act normal.
But inside, I am thinking about everything we cannot give him.
And that feeling…..... it doesn’t go away.
I am not writing this easily.
Asking like this is not easy.
But I don’t want to lose my father because we couldn’t reach help in time.
Help my father. Help my family. Share this.
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
I think about this scene in His Battlefield Once More A LOT.
Hughes is FUMING, but he calms down as soon as Roy averts his gaze. Which is interesting because Roy had been looking into his eyes, seemingly unbothered by his outburst, up until he said, 'I'll make her happy…!!'
I think Roy averts his gaze because he thinks of Riza and how he can't make her happy. Seeing his averted gaze, Hughes calms down and realizes that 'to own a house with the woman you love and live normally' IS NOT 'a happiness that can exist anywhere.' At least not for Roy. No, because the woman he loves is there with him, living the same hellish nightmare and committing the same crimes as him. He will never be able to go back home, smile in front of her, and pretend he isn't broken beyond repair.
thought about that quote "homosexuality exists in 1000+ species, homophobia only exists in one" but how awkward would it be if we discovered another species that was homophobic
"homosexuality exists in 1000+ species, homophobia only exists in two. what? oh, humans, and the yellow-patched cuboid pinecone wren that was recently discovered on an island off the coast of canada. they're fucking bigots"
I call it “soft queerphobia”. It’s when you come out to your family and they don’t reject you OR encourage you, they just forget every few months again. I have come out to my father nine times
