Keeper of Fish and Axolotl

25 y.o. || all pronouns || Writer & Artist || Autist Clone Wars, Republic Commando, CoD MW 2 || ship & let ship || let´s be friends :)

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June of fluffy Feverwhump 2026 - Day 4 Wisdom teeth

Something was wrong with Ghost or more accurately with the person hiding behind the mask - Simon Riley. Sure, even if you only knew the little bits and pieces of the dark spectre´s past, which Soap had been collecting and trying to put together like a gigantic puzzle since the very first moment he´d met Ghost, asking what wasn´t wrong with Simon was a valid question. But Soap didn´t talk about the way Ghost reacted to certain triggers, how he behaved differently to “normal” people. Because that was just who Ghost was and Soap knew exactly how much it hurt to be looked upon just because you were different. Too loud or too quiet, too energetic or too introvert… and no matter what you tried and how hard you tried to mask your “defects”, it never was enough…

But this wasn´t about Ghost´s autism, Soap´s ADHD or about the trauma both of them had accumulated not only through their jobs but also their pasts. This was about Simon Riley acting weird – like really weird.

It had started a few days after an intel retrieval in Guyana, that Simon had started to close himself of even more than he typically did. He hadn´t joined the 141 for neither breakfast nor lunch or dinner, hadn´t shown up in the gym in the afternoon like he always did when not deployed, hadn´t joined them for the movie-night. On top of that he seemed to be very irritable, almost hostile, even to those he trusted most, and he was speaking even less than he normally did, the only responses Soap had been getting in the past few days being grunts and hums. Someone unfamiliar with Simon would´ve suspected the man just needed some time for himself after two weeks in the hot South American jungle, but Soap knew better.

Sure, sometimes all of them just needed a break and some time alone, but due to his autism when on base Simon relied heavily on his daily routines to minimize his stress. Routines like having his meals at around roughly the same time at exactly the same table, only tolerating three persons (Kyle, Price and Johnny) in his close proximity when eating or going to the gym in the afternoon, always between four to six pm depending on when he managed to finish his other tasks. Of course Simon was also able to go, to somewhat function without most of his routines, otherwise he wouldn´t have managed to make it to lieutenant after all – but every time it cost him heavily.

That was why Price supported Simon by scheduling his cores of the day in a manner that made it easy for him to keep up his routines, why Kyle often volunteered to do the tasks that would disrupt Simon´s routines and why Johnny had (totally unplanned) become an important part of many of Simon´s routines. Because they accepted Simon the way he was, didn´t try to model him into something he wasn´t, embraced the whole of Simon Riley with all of his beautiful, ugly and difficult parts – let Simon be Simon just like they let Johnny be Johnny. Here, between just Price, Kyle, Johnny and Simon, none of them needed to hide or mask anything, because they could be themselves. Johnny could be as loud and fidgety as he wanted, Simon could have his routines and in the end those accommodations not only helped them work better and more efficient, they also resulted in a healthier and less stressful life for the two of them.

And therefore Johnny just knew something had to be very wrong with Simon for the other to just drop all of his routines like that. And being the nosy little fucker that he was, Johnny had decided to find out whatever was bothering Simon so much and to take care of it.

“Lt, it´s me.”, he announced loud and clearly, knocking on his superior´s door. With bated breath he listened for any sounds from inside, but there was nothing. No bed creaking lightly, no sound of a chair being moved, no footsteps. Nothing. “Come on, ye big bastard. I ken ye´re in there.”, he knocked again, this time even louder. Was Simon ignoring him on purpose? Maybe. After all he knew for sure that Simon was in his room, he´d watched him go there after he´d… not stalked but… tailed? Did´t sound better but whatever. Simon was in his room. But he wasn´t opening the door. “Ghost, I ken ye can hear me.”, his patience was wearing thin but with it came the worry he´d tried to keep in the back of his mind. What if Simon was so sick that he wasn´t able to answer the door? What if the dark spectre had once again hid an injury and was now laying in his bed feverish, delirious, dying!

“Ah hope ye´re decent.”, Johnny tried and failed miserably to sound as cheeky as he wanted to, “Because no matter wha´, Ah´m coming in.” To his utter surprise the door sprang open with a quiet sound as he pressed down the handle – strange, Simon normally always locked it from the inside – and without further hesitation he entered.

A quick glance around the room told him that A) Ghost wasn´t here and B) Simon really had to be either hurt or sick for his usually so organized room showed unmistakable signs of disorder like the clothes on the floor or the papers strewn on the table, which Simon usually wouldn´t tolerate. If later asked Johnny would deny how wildly his heart was beating in his throat by now, worry for the love of his life his best friend bordering on fear right now. But years of service in the SAS had taught him how to keep himself together in even the worst of moments, so he let the logical part of his brain take over and it quickly came to one conclusion. He had seen Simon enter this room and if he wasn´t here, there was only one possible solution where he could be. And that was the small bathroom connected to the Lt´s room.

Steeling his nerves for what he might find Johnny walked over to the bathroom door with hurried but measured steps and without knocking he quietly opened the door and peaked inside. What he saw… let´s say it wasn´t what he´d been expecting. For instead of a half dead Lt laying on the floor and bleeding out from a mortal wound he´d managed to hide, he spotted Simon standing in front of the small mirror above the sink. The man had taken his mask of, his blond hair sticking out in every direction in somewhat greasy strands, and he was… examining his face?

No, that wasn´t quite right. Although it might had looked just like he was admiring his scarred features in the mirror (something he wouldn´t do even if being held at gunpoint) Simon was carefully examining the left side of his jaw and it was obvious why.

Simon´s lower left jaw was reddened and the back part of it was heavily swollen, looking like someone had managed to get in a good hit. Soap watched how Simon gently palpated the area, almost hissing in sympathy for the pain the other seemed to feel even at the lightest touch. He watched how Simon then carefully tried to open his mouth, the blonde stopping after just a few millimeters, the motion obviously causing him severe discomfort, and then leaned forward to gingerly spit…

“What the fuck!”, this time Johnny couldn´t silence himself as he watched a glob of blood and saliva hit the sink, his exclamation making Simon startle so badly Johnny would´ve almost gotten hit by the soap (ha ha, very funny), Simon reflexively threw at him.

“Johnny?! What the…” “No, ye´re not the one asking questions here!”, Johnny cut the man of. For a moment they just stared at each other, but without his mask Simon wasn´t nearly as imposing and scary. Instead Simon almost looked… small, vulnerable, the way he was looking at Johnny resembling the way a child would look at their parents after being caught doing something they weren´t allowed to do. It almost seemed like Simon was just waiting for some kind of punishment. Fuck, that wasn´t what Johnny had wanted. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm himself somewhat. “Sorry, Ah didn´t mean to shout at you. It´s just… Ah´m worried, Si. Ye´ve been acting off since the moment we came back from Guyana and now Ah find ye in yer bathroom, spitting blood.”, nervously Johnny fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as he carefully made a step towards the other man and extended an arm towards him, only letting his hand settle on Simon´s upper left arm when the bigger man didn´t show any signs of flinching back, “Whatever it is, please, let me help ye.”

At that Johnny saw something crumble in Simon´s eyes and he immediately felt how the bigger man relaxed underneath his hesitant and oh so gentle touch, so he decided to take another step towards him and slowly brought up his other hand, carefully cupping Simon´s face on the side opposite to the obviously inflamed and swollen jaw. “Ye´re burning up.”, Johnny whispered concerned, feeling how warm the other man was, not quiet feverish yet, but also not normal either. “It´s nothing.”, Simon mumbled, opening his jaw as little as possible to let the words out and subconsciously turning his head to rest the good side of his jaw in Johnny´s gentle hand, avoid his gaze. “Si, I haven´t seen ye eat anything for three days, ye´re hot to the touch and yer jaw speaks for itself.”, Johnny was careful as he directed Simon´s head up and back towards its old positions so that their gazes met again, “Talk to me, let me help ye. Please, Si, let me help ye.”

“…” “Beg yer pardon?”, whatever the big man had said, it had been so quiet and mumbled Johnny hadn´t been able to make out a single word. “Impacted wisdom tooth.”, Simon repeated quietly, “I think it´s an impacted wisdom tooth.” Johnny quirked an eyebrow. Wisdom tooth? Well, that would explain everything. “Can Ah see?” He saw how Simon´s throat worked as he swallowed harshly and he half expected to get kicked out for his request, but instead Simon handed over a small flashlight, which had been standing on the edge of the sink the whole time, bent his knees so that his face was level with Johnny´s and then opened his mouth as wide as he possible could in his current predicament.

“Uh… aye, that definitely looks like a wisdom tooth problem.”, Johnny confirmed, trying to get the awful pictures of Simon´s swollen, bloody gums and the somewhat broken through wisdom tooth… not something nice to look at. Simon hummed quietly, again spitting some blood into the sink, as he averted Johnny´s eyes. “Ach, don´t ye worry. Ye´ll get them removed and everything will be fine.”, the Scot said, trying to cheer the other man up, “It´s just a minor surgery, ye´ll be up and running again in a week or two max. And ye also…” “Johnny.” “Aye?” “I… I haven´t been at the dentist for years.”

“That´s no problem, really.”, Johnny said, making a dismissive hand gesture, “Our dentist at base is a super nice young lady and she…” “Johnny…” “Simon?” “I… I don´t want to go.”, the last words were spoken as a whisper and when their gazes connected Johnny could see a sheen of tears shining in Simon´s eyes. Fuck. That was something Johnny hadn´t expected. Sure, nobody loved going to the dentist or the oral surgeon, but what he saw in Simon´s eyes wasn´t a mere dislike, it was sheer, bloody fear, panic almost. It wasn´t something Johnny had ever seen in Simon´s eyes and seeing it now, after talking about what should´ve been a walk in the park for a seasoned SAS operator, only made the expression on Simon´s face even more shocking. He immediately knew that there had to be a reason for Simon´s primal fear, but he also knew that there was no other choice than to let the impacted wisdom tooth be removed.

“Hey, Si. It´s okay.”, he tried to comfort, his heart beating in his throat when suddenly he felt something wet against the palm still cupping Simon´s face and recognized that Simon, Simon “Ghost” Riley, the toughest and baddest motherfucker walking the earth, was crying, honest to God crying! “Johnny, I don´t want to go. Please, anything but!” Fuck, and now Simon was pleading, begging Johnny like… “Simon, I know. But the tooth has to go.”, he tried to reason with Simon, tried to appeal to the logical side inside the man, but it didn´t seem to do any good, is only seemed to distress Simon even more. “Shhh, it´s okay, Ah got ye.”, Johnny murmured, carefully wrapping his arms around the bigger man in a hug.

“I… I´m afraid, Johnny.”, Simon choked out, “I… I can´t do this, can´t let anyone near my mouth with those… instruments. I can´t… Please, don´t sedate me… anything but that!” “Shhhh, I know, I know. But ye don´t have to be afraid, okay? And you know why? Because I´ll go with you and I won´t leave yer side for a second. I´ll be there, I´ll protect you and you won´t be alone for any of what is to come.”

“You.. you´d do that?”, Simon croaked, loosening their embrace to look right into Johnny´s eyes. “Of course, Si. That´s what friends are for, right?” “You… you´re not disgusted? Appalled by…” “Why should I be? Simon, it´s okay to be afraid, it´s okay to cry. Because ye´re not a machine. Ye´re a human, Simon, no matter how hard you try to prove yourself otherwise and ye´re carrying so much trauma. And yet ye are still here, standing in front of me despite everything.”, Johnny whispered, “And Ah´m so, so proud of you.” And before Johnny could decide otherwise he leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss to the good side of Simon´s jaw. For a moment the two just stared at each other, honey brown meeting sky blue, then Simon swallowed audibly and Johnny instinctively took hold of his hand. “Ready, Si?” And Simon nodded, squeezing Johnny´s hand.

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June of fluffy Feverwhump 2026 - Day 3 - Defense wounds

"You should see the other guy?! Are you serious, Arthur?", Merlin exclaimed, wringing his hands and in his mind cursing the idiot of a man that was the Prince of Camelot.

"He looks at lot worse than I do.", Arthur argued, using his left arm - not the right, this one was most definitely broken on the forearm - to gesture at the heap of armor and chain mail nearby.

Merlin scoffed. This was so typical of Arthur.

Every time the blond one wandered of without him, the dollophead ended up half dead!

But then his eyes fell on the children, huddled around Percival as they chattered happily about how the Prince had defended them, how he'd put himself between the kids and the man trying to harm them. How without a weapon and with his bare hands Arthur had fought tooth and nail to keep those children safe.

Merlin sighed, his gaze leaving the kids and wandering over to Arthur. Battered, brave Arthur, who hadn't hesitated for a second, when he'd spotted the kids in danger.

Arthur, whom he loved for being exactly the stupid, brave clotpole he was.

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June of fluffy Feverwhump - Day 6 "History is written by the victor."

"Ale, que pasa, mi alma?"

Rudy's gentle voice startled him so badly, that he knocked over the cup of coffee on his desk, spilling the hot contents right over his left thigh.

"Puta!", Alejandro exclaimed, hissing through clenched teeth at the hot liquid scorching his thigh.

"Ale!", Rudy was at his side in a second, shrugging of his own jacket to mop up the coffee running down the desk, preventing it from burning Alejandro further.

The Colonel continued cursing, angrily gripping a bunch of papers and throwing them of the desk.

"Mi alma, what's the matter?", Rudy asked, stepping in and stopping Ale from escalating further by gently cupping his face in his hands.

"Nothing, Rudy. It's nothing.", the Colonel averted his eyes, but even without an answer Rudy could already guess what had the other man so on the edge: Valeria Garza.

Meeting the woman again after years, finding out she was El Sin Nombre, finding out she had been working with the terrorist Hassan... all of it hadn't just rattled Rudy but Ale all the same, mauve even more.

"Sorry, Rudy. I... I'm alright. It'll be fine.", Ale murmured quietly, his hands coming up to take Rudy's in his, gently kissing his knuckles.

But in his mind there was the voice of Valeria taunting him, threatening him. And her face, he saw it right in front of his mind's eye. The look in her eyes, the predatory smile on her face. "This is only the beginning, Alejandro."

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June is here, so here comes the first prompt. It´s a classic Batfam fanfic, written by me. I hope you enjoy :)

Rating: Mature (for swearing)

„…“

„Shut up!“

„But I haven´t said anything yet…“

“No, but I know exactly what you´re gonna say.”, Red Hood growled quickly peaking around the corner of this dirty ass alley to see if they were still being pursued. Beams of flashlights closing in and running steps getting closer. Fuck! Of course those goons didn´t give up so easily.

Hood ducked back behind the corner, praying those motherfuckers hadn´t already seen him only to come face to face with Nightbutt, his older brother having the fucking nerve to lift an eyebrow at him – and yeah Jason could see that despite the mask.

“Don´t say it.”, he hissed, waving one of his guns in front of Goldie´s face as if that not-threat would be any good at shutting this fucking chatterbox of.

“I´m not saying anything.”, oh and now the fucker had the fucking nerve to grin at him.

“But I can hear you thinking it.”

“Thinking what?”, Dickface´s grin grew even wider. And they said Jason was the one with a death wish.

“I told you so.”, Jason blurted, knocking his helmeted head back against the wall behind him and groaning annoyed when he recognized that this was exactly what Dickwing had been waiting for.

The black blue smartass however didn´t get the chance for a sarcatic remark, when suddenly the steps which had been getting further away were getting closer at a rapid pace.

“Fuck!”, Jason swore, but his voice got droned out by the blaring sound of a nearby ship´s horn in Gotham Harbor - as if the world itself wanted to piss him off today by censoring him.

The barely held back snort from Goldie did nothing to lift his mood as he also pushed himself of the wall and quickly followed the other vigilante, who was limping down a narrow path between two warehouses at as fast as pace as he could manage.

Seriously, how could someone with a busted up right knee and a still bleeding graze from a bullet on his left shoulder still be so cheerful? That wasn´t fair!

The sounds of guns going of right behind them and bullets hitting the walls and ground were enough to pull Jason from his self pity – damn it, he really didn´t get anything today, was he? - and he turned back, returning fire, a grim smile tugging at his lips when he imagined how pissed old Bats would be for using firearms.

Abiding to his brothers´ bidding he was usually using rubber bullets for his firearms, but the one now resting in his palm was one he´d snatched of a goon after running out of rubber ammo, so this one held live rounds. Not that he was aiming to kill anyone with them, oh no he had no need for all the paperwork and scowling looks this brought with it, but he saw no reason why he shouldn´t blow out some kneecaps or something like that. Oh, Batman would be fuming. Hm, maybe his day/night was just getting a turn for the better – hehe, small victories and everything.

The only problem was, that not only he was using live rounds, but those goons – employees of Black Mask and for once not a bad as hots as your typical goon – were too. And one of said rounds just no introduced himself to the kevlar plating on his lower right chest. Oww!

The impact made him stumble, loose his footing… but somehow Goldie was there, steadying him while throwing a smoke bomb in the direction of their pursuers, before he grabbed him by the collar and somewhat dragged him around the corner… the corner they´d parked their bikes at!

“Oh baby, it´s so good to see you!”, Jason almost cooed at his bike as he threw himself onto the saddle, waiting for Goldie to get on his own bike, before the two of them took of at full speed.

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“Ow!”

“Don´t be such a baby.”

“I´m not!”

“Are too.”

“`m not.”, Dick grumbled so quietly Jason shouldn´t have been able to hear him, but the raised eyebrow he got told him otherwise and he found himself wondering if the Lazarus Pit had positively influenced the other´s hearing or if Jason was just able to read his thoughts.

Hmm, maybe a bit of both?

“Here, all wrapped up and beautiful.”, Jason commented as he finished tying of the bandage, he wrapped around Dick´s shoulder, and used a bit of tape to make the end of the bandage stay in place.

“Aw, and here I thought I´d get a bow.”, Dick lamented, leaning forward to rearrange the bag of frozen peas on his bad knee.

“Maybe I still have some Christmas wrappings around?”, Jason offered, honest to God moving to get of the couch, but Dick grabbed him by the upper arm, stopping him.

“What? Don´t want a decoration for your bandage anymore?”

“Only unicorn stickers and I know for a fact you don´t have those around.”, Dick grinned at him, before he added in a more serious voice, “You think I don´t know what you´re planning?”

“Enlighten me, Dickface.”

“You´re trying to leave, to sneak away and lick your wounds alone.”

“And? Have a problem with this lonely wolf stuff?”

“Let me put it like Damian.”, Dick answered, clearing his throat before elaborating in his best Damian impression, “Todd, you imbecile. Wolves are social family creatures. A man at your age should be well aware of this fact.”

Jason snorted. “You´re spending too much time with the demon brat.”

“And too little time with you. Jason, I… I know I´m anything but a good older brother too you and too often I´m not there when you need me…”, Dick tried to find the rights words, “So please. Don´t leave. Not today.”

For a second Jason seemed to consider, then he flopped back down on the couch, pulling forth his phone. “Alright, but I´m deciding where we´re ordering takeaway.”

“Deal.”, Dick grinned grabbing an antiseptic wipe and using it to clean a small cut on Jason´s forearm.

“Quit your fussing, Dickybird.”, Jason hissed annoyed, trying to fight the other off but not putting any real power behind it, since A) his bruised ribs really started hurting and B) he was trying to order pizza on a website.

“Not a chance, Little Wing.”, Dick retorted and continued fussing and…

“Fuck!”

Jason´s sudden exclaim made Dick freeze in his movements. “What? What´s wrong?”, he asked, worried he´d just hurt his brother.

But instead of a hidden wound Jason showed him his phone, practically shoving its screen into his face and… oh…

“Looks like we´re having a vegan pizza topped with and I quote “Burgers (burger buns, salad, cheese, onions, burger pattie, burger sauce), hotdogs with mayonaise, fries with ketchup, chicken nuggets and extra cheese“ as a late night snack.”

This screenshot of an abomination was the inspiration for the pizza those two order XD

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Hi hi, Commander~ Thank you for your fun June of fluffy Feverwhump promptlist, I love it! I hope june will be as fun for you as it'll be for me, thanks to you! And happy Pride~

You´re welcome :) Happy Pride and happy writing/creating <3

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June is almost there and both @slytherinchemistrynerd and I are so excited.

We also created a AO3 collection, where you can post all your works:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/June_Of_Fluffy_Feverwhump26

For Tumblr I suggest you tag them with #juneoffluffyfeverwhump2026 so we can find them :)

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June of fluffy Feverwhump 2026

Here are the prompts in written form for copying and pasting them :)

Day 1: Bandaging each other up

Day 2: Old injury

Day 3: Defense wound

Day 4: Wisdom teeth

Day 5: Father figure Day 6: “History is written by the victor.”

Day 7: “I´m not joking, it´s locked.”

Day 8: Swelling

Day 9: “Don´t touch it!”

Day 10: These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real

Day 11: “Now I realize that there is no righteous path.”

Day 12: Road rash

Day 13: Holding hands

Day 14: Don't know what you're expecting of me

Day 15: Can´t keep anything down

Day 16: “I did not sign up for this.”

Day 17: Jealousy

Day 18: Shaking

Day 19: Hospital

Day 20: Born for this

Day 21: Conspiration

Day 22: Not that bad

Day 23: As weak as a kitten

Day 24: “That´s the worst plan I´ve ever heard. I´m in.”

Day 25: “Are you flirting or trying to start a fight?”

Day 26: Cuddling

Day 27: “I´ll always have your back, no matter what.”

Day 28: Please don´t leave me

Day 29: “Sorry, I might´ve stained your carpet.”

Day 30: “Stop being so cute, it´s not fair.”

Alternative Prompts

Bruised knuckles

Nose bleed

“It´ll be fine.“

“Come here.“

“People do bad things when they are trying to survive.”

“I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

Snowed in

“You don´t have to prove anything.”

“Do a flip.”

Infection

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So, @slytherinchemistrynerd and I decided to create a little event for June 2026 and since both of us love being creative and love challenges like Whumptober we decided to do our own version of it.

Here we proudly present our event, called "June of fluffy Feverwhump".

What is it? It´s a month-long event, created by me and my sibling, taking place in June. It´s centered around our favorite themes: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfics, Fluff

What kind of content can you create? Any content you want. From drawings and writings to photos or any other creative way you can think of. It should be based on the day´s prompt or one of the alt. prompts, but it´s up to you what you make of them. From “serious” works to complete crackfics, from sketches to fully fleshed out drawings - just be creative and have fun!

Important: This event is open for everyone, this means we accept every kind of content. NSFW, dark fics ect. are very welcome too, we do not support censorship in any way. We only ask you to put any mayor triggers in the tags, so content which might be triggering to some can be filtered. You can basically do everything you want with our prompts, it doesn´t matter if you only want to do one, two, ten or all 30 prompts. All fandoms are welcome as well as original works or works centered around your OCs.

Why did we create it? You may ask, why create another one of those Whump-events, when there are so many around already? The answer is easy: In a world like ours where people who aren´t "normal" - queer people, neurodiverse people, disabled people and so, so many more - have to struggle more than ever today we wanted to do something for the month, that somehow represents all of them: Pride Month. Because Pride Month is about accepting and loving the person next to you for who they are, no matter who they love or if they are disabled.

And in a way, you can say the same about fandoms, especially now that censorship, antishippers and all those other nasty people are on the rise. You don´t have to like everything you read, but you have to be respectful to the person writing them and you have to accept them the way they are. So, let´s celebrate our fanworks, every single one of them as unique as the person creating it. Be proud of who you are, of what you create <3

Have fun and happy Pride!

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Happy (belated) Easter 😁

Easter bunny Fives just jumped from my pen, so here you are 🐰🐇

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Thank you Bruce Springsteen for having the courage to speak the truth and stand side by side with the people of Minneapolis.

My thoughts and prayers are with all the people in Minneapolis, who are showing so much bravery every single day ❤️

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Am I not a monster to you, Johnny?

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[Merz: Federal Government Wants to Take Its Time

"It is important to ensure an orderly transition to a government legitimized by elections," Merz explained. The Federal Government is taking its time with the legal classification of the US intervention.

"In principle, the principles of international law must apply in relations between states." Germany has not recognized Maduro's presidency, Merz emphasized. "The last election was rigged."]

Greetings from Germany !

I am deeply ashamed that the government of my country needs "time" to "classify" the attack on Venezuela!

Merz is just too afraid to state the truth!

Trump is just as bad as Putin! He is a bloody dictator and only attacked Venezuela for its oil not to help people!!!

I'm disgusted and speechless that such attack could happen while all the other countries stand there in silence and watch!

My thoughts and hopes are with the people of Venezuela ❤️🙏

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Captain Traitor wishes you all a Merry Christmas 🎄🎄🎄

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Hi, no, I'm not dead, this year has just been super busy.

I'll share some art or some of my other rescue fish soon.

For now, have a pic of the neighbor's cat. Little furball just walked in through the door like he lives here and plopped down on this footrest 😂🐱🐈

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Autistic Ghost

To be honest, this fic has been sitting finished on my laptop for at least two months now.But somehow I couldn´t find the courage to post it.

The reason for this is simple: I headcanon Ghost as autistic, just like myself and the experiences, the descriptions in this fic are experiences I made myself. It´s a deeply personal story of mine, so to say.

And therefore I am afraid. Afraid of what people might think about me after reading this.

Because autism, isn´t being super smart, or like "having a super power" (I don´t know how often I had to hear this crap) Autism is a disability, a disability I struggle with every single day of my life.

And that´s also the reason why I want to share this story so badly with you. Because I want to show people what (my) autism really looks like, I want to inform them about this disability. Raise awareness that even someone like me with "low support needs" still struggles every day, that this label doesn´t make it any less a disability than it really is.

Sorry for my rambling, it´s just... it´s such an important thing to me and I can´t stress enough how much of a support character Ghost has become for me.

Additionally I´m starting a new job tomorrow after two years of being unemployed (after getting fired because of my autism) and I´m really stressed out.

So, I hope you enjoy this story (Any and every word of support would be very appreciated. Your comments give me life <3)

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For all my Clone Wars Fans, a clone OC of mine.

His name is Shadow, part of the 501st Nightfall Squad, pain in Kix's ass and Fives' protégé.

Find out more about him here:

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