you are orchid
#DA70D6
Your dominant hues are red and blue. You're confident and like showing people new ideas. You play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be.
Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.
Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.
the spacefem.com html color quiz Because Snap asked.
Life is hard. Have a cookie.
I'm a mess, post all kinds of random things, my links are probably broken.
Mostly I write, reblog Sterek/Steter stuff, complain about writing.
Mercreatures are always love, and you can find me rambling about the merman/soldier story that I'm never going to actually finish editing if my track record remains the same.
I'm also a bisexual, white, feminist, female witch who is married to the most loving woman in the world named M. Any of those lables may pop up in posts I make, and I'm pretty vocal about things I care about. Swearing may happen, I don't use a filter. Occasionally NSFW content appears. You've been warned.
If I ever finish writing my merman fic, I will attempt to link to it here. I'm not really good at this stuff, so hahaha, I'll try.
I write on AO3. A lot. I'm going to someday move all my stuff over to AO3 so it's in one place. I'm Stormlyht there and all over.
I'm kinda quiet usually, because I have a lot of opinions that I generally keep to myself. Don't be fooled. I can also be loud and brash, and accidentally rude.
My sass and sarcasm has been carefully honed over the years, M is a great teacher. This is likely the reason why those are my favorite characters in media.
I am a Hufflepuff, M is a Slytherin. We fit our Houses pretty well.
I just wanted everyone to know I made it through the surgery. Â Things went pretty well, I have an extra incision in an uncomfortable place, but it was necessary. Â I was able to go home last night, which I did, and I ate pizza and yoghurt and cantaloupe, then played Stray for about 20 minutes before I carefully walked upstairs and fell asleep for 13 hours.
Today Iâve had breakfast, lunch, played a couple hours of Mass Effect, and Iâm calling the doctor to ask for more pain meds.  Iâve got a decent amount of pain, which is somewhat relieved by the drugs, but it doesnât go away completely.  Moving is uncomfortable, sitting is uncomfortable, lying down is uncomfortable.  So you know, good times all around.  However Iâm in recovery mode so thatâs good.
Thank you for all well wishes and the boosting of my gofundme. Â I really appreciate everything. Â <3
I love you crafts i love you bookbinding i love you pottery i love you carpentry i love you baking i love you leatherworking i love you embroidery i love you knitting i love you smithing i love you weaving I love you dyeing i love you glassblowing i love you gardening i love you art that doesn't get enough recognition as art
Something that I think Steven Universe did that was really funny and underappreciated was titling their lighter filler episodes like "Mega-Diamonds: Shit Gets Real" and then their plot heavy episodes like "Lion Goes to the Beach :)"
#there was an episode called hit the diamond#fandom was loaded with theories before it aired#and it was about baseball
Oh people had countdowns to the dramatically titled episodes specifically and it was wrong every time. "Oh maybe this time it'll be heavy and plot relevant for real" they'd say, and they'd be treated to a cute no-stakes episode about getting pizza. Meanwhile some episode titled some shit like "Barnyard Hijinks" that people wrote off as skippable would have a major plot twist reveal.
How I sleep after pirating everything from D+ while using an antivirus, VPN or proxy, and a cantenna to rip off the free wifi at Downtown Disney. If you canât get wifi directly from the house of mouse McDonaldâs will do.
I went out with 3 of my friends today. I found a place that claimed to have wheelchair accessible walks, and we went off the path, and my wheelchair got stuck a thousand times.
I wish I could go back to my child self and show them this day. I wish I could say, One day you'll be part of things and people will be glad to have you around, and they won't complain about pushing you up a steep grade or through a bog, and they will want to hear your shitty jokes and when you gasp and say LOOK A BABY BUNNY they will stop to look and it will be exactly as magical as you're imagining now.
You can find a place where you're appreciated and loved and supported. You can. I believe it.
I went to a carnival with my friends the other day, and even though my shoulder was dislocated all of them were willing to push me wherever we went, and when they went on the rides I couldn't go on, I sat and took pictures of them so we could all remember the day. I bought cheesy dinosaur shirts and we all found matching cow shirts. We went through the fair and found little Lego sets that we all loved, and when I got overwhelmed all of them were willing to find a quiet spot to sit and relax in. Even when I started having a tic attack, we left very quickly and got pizza.
I really needed this post to remind me that it's easiest to feel like you're a burden when people treat you like a burden. But I promise you're not, you'll find people who want you around.
I bought a house with my partner. I am allowed to paint the walls exactly the way I want them painted, in exactly the order I want them painted. I put up the painter's tape myself and I pull it down (so satisfying). I decide if the walls need another coat or if a spot needs touching up, and I am not shamed or berated for my "pickiness". In fact, my partner walks in and says "wow, it looks amazing in here. Great job, handsome." He does not touch me when I am sweaty and sore, but waits until I have had my shower and come back to myself.
The food in our cupboards is food I will eat - or at least our cupboards contain nothing I hate and am expected to eat anyway. There is always something to snack on for when food is Bad and eating is Hard. There are no doors on the cupboards, the better to remember that food exists and can be accessed easily.
There are soft things everywhere. The lights are kept low and soon we will put up fairy lights for supplemental lighting. My sensory needs are met and respected, and I am safe.
My partner puts my walker in his car and drives me places - and does not object when I would rather be the one driving, relinquishes control as easily as breathing. He checks to make sure I am okay, that I am not pushing too hard; he believes me when I say I can or cannot do something. He slows down to keep pace when I am tired or in pain, and never, ever rushes me.
You will build a home some day, and it will be just as beautiful and safe as mine.
I now live in a place where there is no screaming or yelling. I no longer walk on eggshells by simply existing in my own home. There is no more pressure on me to sacrifice my limited energy to do more because there is no desperate need for me to escape.
The dishes are allowed to stay in the sink overnight and the world does not explode if the bathroom is not cleaned top-to-bottom weekly before Sunday evening. My roommate and partner believes me when I say I cannot do something, and I feel safe and comfortable to ask for help when I need it.
I am unlearning the involuntary hesitation of inviting people to my home, and learning that it's okay to let people in even if their time in my life is only temporary.
I never would have been able to imagine this as a teenager, or even through college. It does get better. It's worth hanging around for.
this energetic and diabolical boy was rescued from a goon hoarding situation⊠he loves pulling levers, gloating, and turning cranks with great abandon. prefers to be the only goon. needs an active lair with plenty of enrichment.
now this fella comes with some baggage. his previous villain was going to have put down when he refused to perform unsedated human vivisection as a form of torture. one of our agents intercepted the execution and brought him to the goon shelter. would thrive in an environment of G or PG-rated villainry.
on the other hand, if youâre looking for something a little more⊠advanced⊠then this fine lady over here would make a great challenge for an experienced villain able to set firm boundaries. she will NOT be released to first-time villains; proof of prior henchpeople must be demonstrated before adoption approval. high prey drive. under no circumstances should she be left alone with children or small animals. must sign waiver releasing the goon shelter from responsibility if her behavior is deemed excessively depraved.
These two are pair-bonded and may only be adopted together. Up for anything, they are fiercely loyal to their employer provided their needs are met and they are permitted to hold hands. They look alarmingly similar to one another but it is undeterminable whether they are close blood relatives or lovers who choose to dress and style themselves in identical ways. Habit of finishing each otherâs sentences with rhyming couplets; we have not attempted to train this out of them. Will answer to whatever names or titles you give them so long as they are complimentary and/or rhyme.
Will you help this goon find his forevil lair? Heâs been returned to the goon shelter six times now but we refuse to give up on him. A vile little rat of a man, heâd be the perfect accomplice to someone willing to overlook his unfortunate heterosexuality. If gay-coding is not your style and you donât expect it from a henchman, please consider giving this little guy a good home in your dastardly schemes.
Hi, my name is Dawn, and my wife, Becca, was recently diagnosed with cancer. We're going th⊠Dawn Star needs your support for Rebecca Star's Cancer Treatment
Okay. I know I havenât been around in, years? And I know this looks like shameless begging, but Iâm passing this around with some hope. I have uterine cancer. I have surgery July 27th. Iâm a combination of terrified and hopeful and daily break down right now. Iâve gotten a lot of help already, and I appreciate every hug, every dollar, every share. I donât like asking for help. Thatâs not⊠something I do usually. Which I guess is silly because I tell people all the time they can ask me for help, but I never want to be a burden. Iâm oddly stressed out about things like the fact that Iâm not going to be able to pick up my cat for 4-6 weeks because she weighs more than 10 pounds.
It might be over a week before Iâm even going to be sitting up, like at a desk. Where my computer is. Thank the gods I have a laptop. And my smartphone. And a TV in the bedroom. I flat out donât know what itâs going to be like on the other side of this. M is freaking out in her own way, and I donât blame her. Iâm super lucky because I live in a house with 4 other adults who can help bring me things up the stairs. That Iâm not going to be able to go up and down very often. Iâm not allowed to work for at least 4 weeks, and then I get to go to the easiest house on the understanding that I might not be able to do it and I might have to go home without finishing. And the nurse didnât even want to allow me that when we were discussing recovery times.
This is a super scary time for me. Iâm about to have a total hysterotomy. Any help, any reblog, any hugs or well wishes are appreciated. Thank you. I hope everyone is doing well. I think about you a lot, even though I havenât been on. Take care of yourselves.
Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someoneâs thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
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