#i hope a group of psychologists finds this person and studies them...... i wanna know what's going on there

[malachi-walker]

Hi - this isn't something I expect you to want to answer so its totally good if you don't, no worries.

I've been talking with a psychologist for a while for a number of things, and we began discussing autism recently, and the possibility of me possibly getting diagnosed with it.

I mainly follow you for she-ra and the swords (love the swords), but I noticed you discuss autism and if I recall correctly don't like autism speaks because they're not helpful for autism and treat it as a diesease?

In our talks he brought up treatment (as in get better treatment) and gave me handouts from autism speaks, and while he doesn't think I'm autistic he says a working diagnosis would probably be 'social (pragmatic) communication disorder - something he described as 'the social aspects of autism minus the repetitive behavior', because not sure if I would qualify for that.

I guess I'm just asking for your thoughts as you're someone I've seen discuss this and it's kind of throwing me for a loop.

Again, I completely understand if you don't want to answer this it's a weird ask - hope you're doing well.

Not to scare you, friend, but I think you need a better psychologist. The reason why Autism Speaks is so maligned by the autistic community is because they claim to speak for us (despite their being plenty of autistic adults fully capable of speaking for ourselves), they've only ever had one autistic on their board and he quit in disgust at their policies, and further all of their money goes towards seeking "treatment" instead of actually helping or advocating for autistics. Their latest pet project is mapping the human genome so they can find the "autistic genes" and remove them.

Autism is a condition that causes a lot of changes in the brain on a very basic level, and everyone's presentation as an autistic is different. It isn't possible to "fix" that, nor should people want to. My autistic traits, my perception of the world, my entire personality is irrevocably intertwined with my autism. If you took that away, you would have a completely different person, and I'm thankful every day that such a thing isn't possible. And I think Autism Speaks knows that, or they wouldn't put all their money behind making sure people like me aren't born anymore.

I'm not even exaggerating a little when I say the only reason why Autism Speaks hasn't been formally recognized as a hate group is because the anti-vaccers tend to hog the spotlight. They're just as fucked up in a much more insidious way. Much like the nazis, they champion eugenics. And they prey on the parents of autistic kids by promising them the fix they want, but not what any actual autistics want.

It's your life, friend. I can't tell you what to do. But I would strongly suggest getting another psychologist. Even if you aren't autistic, the fact that he is either shilling Autism Speaks knowingly or just doesn't know what they're up to (when the information is easily available through cursory level research) tells me that he is in no way equipped to handle autistic patients, and if he did diagnose you there's a good chance he would recommend treatments that would only make it worse. And honestly, while I don't want to scare you, that makes me scared for you.

I would strong recommend doing some research of your own. The thing about the autistic community is because actual psychiatric study of Autism and helpful treatment (in the sense of helping us manage the rough sides like sensory processing disorder without trying to get rid of our autistic traits) are still relatively new, that means we form communities and trade tips with each other to compensate. And most importantly we know how hard it is to get a good diagnosis and treatment, so in my experience we're open to people who have a feeling they might be autistic or are even self diagnosed. The autistic community is open to sharing information and helping you out.

Anyway, sorry I'm a little flustered (not because of you, but because your psychologist worries me) but if anyone reading here knows some good online resources for this, please add them! Most of my study has been through physical books because I did my master's thesis on helping teacher's understand and better teach their potentially autistic students, so if you wanna check a library Neurotribes and anything by Temple Grandin is also a great resource. And I really hope this helps you out! And if you wanna check out a group actually by autistics, for autistics, I recommend checking out the Autism Self-Advocacy Network. Be safe, okay? And have a good day!

#answer #autism stuff

[kuzuhinasecretexchange]

Work Title: under the golden sun

Author: @starry-night (emily)

For: @like-an-alpaca-sir

Pairings/Characters: kuzuhina (hajime and fuyuhiko)

Rating/Warnings: self-doubt, gun, threats of violence, verbal harassment, mentions of sex but like. as an insult. (hurt comfort)

Prompt used: “Them working out how to go about their relationship due to their very different backgrounds”

Author’s notes: hi! the prompt above really caught my eye, especially in the regard of how their backgrounds have effected them mentally (hajime’s constant self doubt and fuyuhiko’s violent tendencies). i focused on these aspects and how they can clash, but in the end, how they balance themselves out. hope you enjoy! and happy holidays!.

The sky was clear for the first time in three days. Hajime Hinata had looked up at the cloudy sky for the past three days with vague annoyance, but now, with the sun shining above, he found himself smiling.

Hajime ran a hand through his hair as he looked across the plaza. He and Fuyuhiko had decided to meet outside of Hope’s Peak because it was a nice middle-ground for the two of them- and it meant that they didn’t have to use the Kuzuryuu’s limo. Riding in the fancy black car reminded Hajime that he didn’t exactly fit with his yakuza boyfriend.

“Hey, Hajime.” The boy blinked, turning away from his thoughts and looking towards his boyfriend. Fuyuhiko looked nice (well, Hajime always thought he looked nice, but that was beside the point), wearing a black trench coat over a white button-up. His freckles became easier to spot in the sunlight, and with today’s weather, Hajime could find constellations on Fuyuhiko’s face. 

“Hey yourself.” The blonde snorted, rolling his eyes as he grabbed Hajime’s hand. “What’s the plan today?”

“Sonia recommended a café nearby. She’s one of the few people in my class with any fucking taste, so I trust the place.”

“Cool, cool. How’s Peko?”

“She’s doing okay.” Fuyuhiko began to lead them away from the school and into the main streets. He talked about how the animal breeder in his class was letting Peko watch over a cat that was in his care, and Hajime told him about the latest argument Natsumi had gotten in. It was nice- they hadn’t had a proper date in a while, with Hajime balancing his coursework and Fuyuhiko dealing with issues within the Kuzuyruu Clan. 

Soon enough, Fuyuhiko was pulling him into a softly lit café that smelled like brown sugar and chocolate. Hajime chose their seats- a booth near the window- and Fuyuhiko went to the counter to order.

Hajime drummed his fingers on the table, idly studying the café. Then, behind him, he heard a female voice whisper, “Hey, that’s Hajime from the other class, right?”

Trying to be subtle, Hajime glanced over his shoulder. At a table a few feet away, he saw a group of four that he knew from the reserve course. He knew of them- not well enough to remember their names, but he knew that the boy with the purple hair was the other class’s representative and that the girl with the round glasses was good at math. And- that was about it.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but hey, they were talking about him, so he didn’t feel bad. 

“Yeah, that’s him. Wonder what he’s doing here?” Circular glasses asked. The boy Hajime didn’t know groaned. “He’s probably here with one of his Main Course buddies. I wonder why they hang out with him? What’s so special about him?”

Hajime flinched and turned away from the group. He heard the class rep scold his friend while the other girl laughed. It was fine. They were just random kids whose opinions of him didn’t matter. He knew that Chiaki wanted to be his friend, and he knew that Nagito (maybe?) liked his company, and he knew that Kazuichi liked having him around, and he knew that Fuyuhiko had feelings for him-

“Hey, Hajime, I got your disgusting fucking bitter coffee.”

For the second time that day, Hajime pulled himself out of his head. Fuyuhiko had returned, holding a black coffee in one hand and something that reeked of sugar in the other. 

“It’s not disgusting. you just have the world’s worst sweet tooth.” The yakuza flushed pink, grumbling a curse under his breath as he sat down. 

As Hajime reached over to grab his drink, he heard one of the girls from earlier say, “Who’s that? The blond with Hajime?”

“A Main Course student, duh. Wonder what Ultimate.”

“Hajime?” Fuyuhiko put down his drink, staring over at his boyfriend. The yakuza wasn’t the best at showing his emotions, but Hajime knew him enough to notice the concern in his golden eyes. 

Hajime took a sip of his coffee, forcing a smile. “I’m good.”

And he almost convinced himself he was.

  Then, from behind, too loud to ignore: “He’s probably sucking dick so he can hang out with a Main Course student. That’s it. That’s the only way someone as boring as Hajime fucking Hinata could do it.”

Hajime couldn’t breathe. He heard the glasses girl gasp while her friend giggled furiously. His face was bright red, and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears. Did- did people actually think-

Across from him, Hajime could hear the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, and then a loud, “What the fuck did you say, bastard?”

Against everything, Hajime looked up. Fuyuhiko had slammed his hands against the other’s table, and anyone could see the rage in his eyes.

The boy who’d spoken looked a little nervous, but not enough to shut up, as he said, “I said he-

"No shit, I know what you said. The real fucking question is, why the hell did you think you could say that about my boyfriend?”

Silence. Then, “So, is it true?”

The girl on his right slapped him, face hot with shame, but it didn’t matter. Fuyuhiko’s hand was already in his pocket. Hajime’s throat tightened as he saw a flash of black. Oh fuck. Fuyuhiko didn’t-

That was a stupid thought. Hajime was dating Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, heir to the Kazuryuu Clan, the Ultimate Yakuza. Of course he would be armed. Then, the reality of that thought hit Hajime. He sprung out of his chair, grabbing Fuyhiko’s hand before he could pull out the gun. “It’s not worth it.”

“What? Did you hear what they said about you? Of course, it’s fucking worth it!” Hajime tightened his grip on Fuyuhiko. They were starting to get attention from the other customers, and Hajime could see one of the cashier’s calling for a manager. “We should leave.”

Fuyuhiko stared at him, confused. Then, everything seemed to click, and the yakuza let the gun slip back into his pocket. He let Hajime drag him away from the café, even as the class rep yelled apologizes after them. Neither spoke until the café was far behind them.

“Hajim-”

“Were you going to shoot them?”

Fuyuhiko looked at him, eyes blank. Then, in the softest voice Hajime had ever heard from him: “I- I don’t think so. It was instinct.”

“Instinct?!”

Fuyuhiko flinched slightly, and he gripped Hajime’s hand a little tighter as he spoke. “It’s what- it’s what my parents would have done. If any bastard insulted them, weapons would be out in seconds. It’s what they would want me to do. Defend what’s mine- honor or otherwise- through blood and fucking bullets.” Hajime sucked in a breath. He was no psychologist but did it really take one to piece together that growing up in the yakuza wasn’t a healthy lifestyle? He squeezed Fuyuhiko’s hand. “You’re not them. If you were, you would have ignored me and shot anyway.”

Fuyuhiko seemed to consider it before sighing and resting his head on Hajime’s shoulder. It was a sign that the stunt at the café drained him; it wasn’t like Fuyuhiko to do anything that reminded anyone of his height. “What about what that bastard said?

"What?”

“About you being boring and all the other bullshit.” When Hajime didn’t respond, Fuyuhiko glanced up at him. “You don’t believe that bastard, do you?”

Hajime let out a weak laugh. “I mean, I don’t blame him for saying it. Someone like me being with someone like you-”

“-you’ve got to be fucking with me, right?” Fuyuhiko interrupted, his body tense beside Hajime. “Oh my god. You believe that shit.”

“How could I not? I’m boring- I’m completely average. And you’re an ultimate. You’re incredible.”

“You’re such as dumbass.” Hajime blinked, looking back at Fuyuhiko. The yakuza looked like he wanted to slap Hajime, but someone restrained himself. “You’re basing all of this shit off the fact you’re in the reserve course right? That’s bullshit! We both know the test you had to take to get it isn’t easy. And so what, you’re not an ultimate? You’re Hajime Hinata. You’re the last person I text every night, and the first person I text every morning. You put up with my bullshit without a second thought. You care about everyone in my class just because you know they’re important to me- and Chiaki, but this is about us. I fucking like you, Hajime, and that has nothing to do with Hope’s Peak. It has to do with you. You’re the incredible one, not me.”

By the time his boyfriend finished, Hajime’s face was bright red. “Oh. Oh, really?”

“Yes! I just gave you a fucking speech, and you’re asking me, ‘Really?’ you bastard?”

Hajime laughed, all the weight in his chest gone. “Okay yeah. Maybe you’re right.”

“Maybe? I am goddamn right. You’re incredible, Hajime and if I have to beat that fact into your thick skull, I will.”

“If you say so. There’s a park not far from here- wanna go on a walk? Maybe we’ll find a street vendor selling fried dough cookies on the way.”

“That sounds good. Let’s good.”

Walking hand and hand, Hajime let out a deep breath. He wasn’t stupid- he knew that one speech wouldn’t kill his doubts and fear, just like how one moment won’t stop Fuyuhiko’s violent instincts. But as the sun began to set, and the world seemed bathed in gold, he thought that maybe things would really be alright.

#kuzuhina #kuzuhina secret santa 2020 #starryy-night #like-an-alpaca-sir #submission

[chiquitck]

Sense of Belonging

Whenever I hear those three words, as if on cue, there’s a sharp pang in my chest.

English class has been hitting way too close to home lately, heh.

I’m sure every TCK has had to ask themselves, early on in their lives, over and over again as it changed, where on this Earth they even belong.

Is there a place for me here? Is this my place, is that my place, are all of these my places, or are none of these my places?

Of course, it isn’t just places. We, as in all human beings, can feel like we belong to a social group, be it a culture, a community, a friend group, or an intimate relationship with a person special to us. And yes, a certain food or flower counts, too.

We as TCKs often associate “belonging” with places, even though it is so much more, because we know that almost everything we feel a sense of belonging to... is tied to a place.

At the same time, we transcend these places.

Our sense of belonging can’t ever be fully tied to one place, now can it?

A long-distance friendship isn’t present in our lives the same way a local friendship is, but either are friendships important to us, and although our immediate surroundings dictate the way we will live our lives at a certain point in time, they do not make up the entirety of our home, or of our sense of belonging:

How much we feel like we belong depends on how connected we can feel to all these, while at the same time feeling connected to the place and the people we are with now.

Sometimes I get really jealous of people that have never in their lives moved. I know not everyone finds a stable sense of belonging even then, but from what I’ve gathered, many, most do. I wonder what it’s like, to wake up in a familiar bed in a familiar room in a familiar house in a familiar neighborhood in a familiar town or city, state and country you call your own, to go outside and to have all your past memories flooding back to you as you walk past the places they took place, to be greeted with smiles and recognition by everyone you’ve ever known, and to have all your close friends and loved ones in one place, to actually get to hug them and be hugged and to talk and to be talked to and to spend your lives together. To not be forgotten as you blur in and out of everyone’s lives, only ever halfway present, no matter your efforts to be whole.

Only ever halfway belonging.

When you truly belong to a group, you are accepted by them as one of their own, you have a point of identification and relatability, you feel comfortable and loved being yourself, and you probably wanna stay together - and that sentiment will be returned.

And yet, even though the definition of belonging never varies very significantly from person to person, it is lived out entirely differently as a TCK.

I feel like it isn’t enough to close the gaping hole in my heart when someone says those three words: “sense of belonging”. A sense of belonging. Something I deeply lack, and something that is so essential for mental well-being and happiness, as has been proven by countless psychologists and studies. It makes me wonder if it’s the root of so much loneliness, struggling with self-esteem, and finding a stable social circle or life that many TCKs face.

Even though I lack a true sense of belonging to any one place or group, the concept seems to carry more meaning for me than for anyone who has it.

Maybe it’s taken for granted by them, until they one day feel out of place, too.

Out of place. I think that’s a good way to describe how I chronically feel. Sometimes a lot, sometimes a little, always kinda out of place. Always something’s in the way.

Maybe it’s who I am on the inside, maybe it’s where I am on the outside, maybe it’s all that I have been and everywhere that I wanna be that stops me from ever truly feeling: This is where I belong. This is who I belong with.

I think many TCKs also feel out of sync with their peers, especially in their “home countries” or outside of international environments, or away from someplace more close to home. It doesn’t help to feel misunderstood and like everyone else’s world here is worlds away from your own, which doesn’t include you or anything else that’s your world, and may not be open for it either, and for your efforts of integration to fail at that realization. It makes belonging in groups hard, and I think for many, shifts the focus to more intimate individual relationships. Here, we don’t feel like we don’t “fit in”, because there’s no mold to fit into but our own individual one, just as our significant other (of any nature, friendship too) does into their own.

How can we belong? Can we belong??

My heart is broken into pieces across the world, and my soul is calling away into a million different directions. That’s the way it is, and always will be, and I won’t give that up for my little fantasy of home that’ll never exist for me.

I still have hope that someday, I won’t feel like I need to depart on the next jetplane in order to have a place on this Earth. I’m trying right now, to establish friendships, to nurture the ones I have all over but especially where I am right now, and to acquaint myself with more of the world - because no matter if it’s imperfect - it’s the ones I love and this planet that I’ll always feel the strongest sense of wanting to stay with.

Maybe global connectedness, the meaningful relationships we harbor with loved ones and human beings all over the world, regardless of physical presence, can contribute to our own sense of belonging in this world - wherever we may be, even if it’s no place in particular, even if we have various places we 5%, quarter, halfway, three-quarters, or 95% belong to. We were born into this world, so here we belong - at least until humanity starts expanding to Mars and the moon.

#thirdculturekids #thirdculturekid #tck #thirdculture #crossculturalkids #crossculturalkid #cck #world #home #travel #senseofbelonging #wheredoibelong #globalnomad #internationalcitizen #globalization #earth #thoughts #international #expat #expatriate #expatlife

[cyanisbirdmom666]

Dark Skies - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Summary: Space seems fun at first, right? Well it is... until people on your spaceship start getting murdered by monsters.

Notes: Just another Among Us chapter.

Word Count: 2.2k

Trigger Warnings: none :)

“OK EVERYONE, are you guys ready?” Daisy asked as everyone sat down. The cafeteria tables were quite large, so the 12 of them all fit on one table. Rusty came out of the kitchen with all the seafood. Salmon chowder, baked cod, potato-brussel sprout hash, seared scallops, popcorn shrimp, hot crab dip, and an avocado and fennel salad. “I really hope you guys aren’t allergic to seafood.” he joked. They all laughed and dug in. The food was delicious.

After about 10 minutes of silent eating, Daisy stood up cleared her throat, “Ok guys, to start off I’m going to first ask for your ages. We all look pretty young, so no need to be embarrassed. I’ll start, and we’ll go clockwise from there. I’m 21 years old.”

“I’m 27.” said Rusty.

“I’m 25.” said Rosa.

“I’m 23.” said Violet.

“21.” said Azul.

“I’m 20.” said Sky.

“I’m 21.” said Chartreuse.

“31.” said Scarlet.

“I’m 24.” said Viridian.

“I am 21.” said Coal.

“I’m 25.” said Bronze.

“26.” said Ivory.

“Ok great! Let’s do an easy question first: why are you guys in space? I’m sure this will bring up some interesting stories... I’ll start, again. I like rocks. I’m a geologist and going to space to actually touch and handle space dust has always been a dream of mine, ever since I was a little girl that played with sand. That may sound weird to you guys, but, like, studying the moons, the dirt, and the lava in Polus was SUCH a wonderful experience!! 10 outta 10, I would definitely do this again. MiraSpace noticed my experience in the field, and offered me this trip. All I needed to do in return was conduct some research on the lava in Polus. I enjoyed every minute of it! Now Rusty, it’s your turn.

“MiraSpace needed a chef for this group. You only live once, so I took the opportunity to go to space. I don’t regret it. Space is pretty cool.”

Rosa stopped eating and cleared her throat, “Well, I’m an astronomer, so getting to study the stars and celestial objects up close was an opportunity I could not refuse. MiraSpace needed the research and I had already been working with MiraSpace for years, so I know I can trust this organization to send me into space. It’s been very pleasant so far.” Rosa finished talking and continued to eat.

“Well, I also had been working in MiraSpace before taking this trip. They wanted me to be the electrical and software engineer of the ship, and I of course accepted, even though the chances of this ship breaking down is really small.” Violet said, very confidently.

“I’ve never worked for MiraSpace, and the only thing I know about the organization was from what I heard on the news. Scandals, new programs they’re launching and stuff. BUT they did offer me a lot of bucks for researching weather in space, so I gave them a chance. So here I am, the ship’s space meteorologist.” Azul droned, obviously bored. He was staring at the ceiling.

“I’m a surgeon and MiraSpace contacted me, saying that they needed a medic for the ship. I at first declined, because I love Earth and flying gives me anxiety. Besides I didn’t really need the money, and space was never an interest of mine.They even offered to give me an assistant! BUT, then MiraSpace told me that if I was able to find an alien bird in Polus, I would be able to keep it. All I needed to do was get samples and data from Polus and be the ship’s doctor. I don’t know how MiraSpace found out I love birds, but they did and now they had me hooked. I accepted, so now I have two alien bird eggs on my helmet, and a bunch of data and research to sort out. I still don’t know who was assigned to be my assistant, or if I even have an assistant. But other than that it’s been pretty fun.”

Azul looked at Sky a bit confused, “Aren’t you a bit young to be a surgeon? You said you were 20? Aren’t surgeons like, really old? You’re not even at legal drinking age!” Sky shrugged, “I suppose I just skipped a few grades.” Azul gazed at Sky for another moment before returning to staring at the ceiling.

Chartreuse started, “MiraSpace wanted me to document everything we- well everything you guys do, and I accepted the position. The Skeld is my set and you guys are the actors. I’m just the movie director letting the drama unfold.”

Daisy giggled nervously, “But there is no drama here, silly! We all get along great!”

Chartreuse smirked, “There will be hon, there’s always will be drama wherever you go. I’m just patiently waiting. I know where to sniff out the dirt, darling.”

Daisy forced a smile, “You’re a funny one Chartreuse... but erm, I don’t really see your equipment? You’re not doing a very good job so far if you want to sniff out the dir-”

“Look up sugarcakes. I have cameras everywhere to record the latest news among the crewmates. And to make sure I’m documenting everything you’re doing of course. MiraSpace doesn’t want any funny business going on on their ships.” Chartreuse disclosed.

Everyone went from happy to very uncomfortable. They all (reluctantly) looked up and sure enough, there was a camera taped to the ceiling. How did it get there? They didn’t know, since Chartreuse was short. Coal immediately tensed thinking, is it possible that he put a camera in Electrical? Did he record the whole conversation??

“So Chartreuse, what are ya planning on doing with the footage eh? You wanna make a movie out of us or something? Or are you just going to turn in all the footage to MiraSpace?” Scarlet asked, a bit irritated. She did not want to be recorded.

“I have to give all the footage to MiraSpace but... MiraSpace didn’t stop me from bringing my own equipment so... perhaps I will make a movie out of this. It all depends on how good my footage is and how much footage MiraSpace takes. Enough about me though, we should probably keep playing our bonding game, yes?” Chartreuse said, still smirking.

Scarlet wanted to slap his stupid little smirk off his face, but she restrained herself. “I work in MiraSpace. I handle Comms. I will be spending most of my time in Comms. So, don’t bother me.” Or record me.

“I’m a psychologist and MiraSpace wanted me to study you guys’ behavior throughout the day.”

“Great! So not only are we starring actors in Chartreuse's space movie, but we’re also lab rats.” Scarlet said, exasperated.

“heh... I’m also supposed to study the crewmate’s health too... I guess Viridian and I are supposed to work together to monitor your overall health.” Sky mumbled timidly. She didn’t want to make Scarlet angrier, and she definitely didn’t want Scarlet to hate her.

“This must be a joke. MiraSpace NEVER told me any of this. They just said that the only thing I would be doing, was communicating back and forth with MiraSpace headquarters. They never said anything about being monitored.” Scarlet exclaimed.

Daisy laughed nervously, “How about we just continue the bonding? Coal I think you’re next?”

“MiraSpace wanted me to study plants in Polus.” Coal grumbled.

“Oh. Ok. Well, what about you, Bronze?”

“I’m just a physicist. MiraSpace hired me to study astrophysics and quantum mechanics out here.” Bronze sighed.

“I’m an aerospace and mechanical engineer. I’m supposed to work with Violet.” Ivory stated plainly.

Daisy nodded, “OK great! I guess we should stop the questions since everyone seems a bit tense... I have an idea! Why don’t we all group up and-”

“Why don’t we all just go to bed? It’s 11pm eastern time right now on Earth, and some of us seem a little cranky.” Ivory interrupted.

The crewmates looked back and forth between Daisy and Ivory until Sky blurted out, “Seems like a good idea, I’m pretty tired.” Sky stood up and started to walk to her room. The others nodded and muttered words in agreement. Only Chartreuse, Ivory, Rosa, Rusty, and Azul remained at the table.

“Aren’t you guys going to leave?” Ivory questioned. “Well I need to wash dishes and stuff...” Rusty muttered as he quickly grabbed a few plates and headed to the kitchen. Rosa looked around, “I was going to help him wash the dishes... there’s a lot and... and four hands are better than two!” Rosa hastily grabbed the remaining plates and rushed off towards the kitchen to help Rusty.

Ivory glared at Azul and Chartreuse, “And you two?”

“Oh nothing... he just happens to be taller than me and is helping me grab that camera.” Chartreuse said, pointing at the camera still taped to the ceiling, “I got some very good footage that I’d love to review. You can leave darling, nothing suspicious is going on here.”

There is definitely something suspicious about you two, Ivory thought as she headed towards the sleeping pods.

Azul Aegan

Now, why would I help this short little man retrieve his camera? Usually, I would walk away and let the person fend for themselves if they need help. But he’s different. This time it’s different. We both want something, and I know we can help each other get what we want. Hopefully Mr. Chartreuse is as smart as he seems. Just gotta wait for that annoying Ivory girl to walk away.

Once Ivory was away from sight, Chartreuse immediately asked, “What do you want?”

I should play dumb at first, just to see what I’m dealing with here, “What do you mean? I’m just being a nice guy by helping you with your equipment!” I said that in the fakest way possible. Whoopsies!

Chartreuse snickered, “Why would you be helping a guy like me? The guy who wants to sniff out you guys’ dirtiest little secrets? The guy who wants to record all the drama and your most private moments? Hmm?”

He knows. I sighed and said, “We both know that I want something, yes?”

He scoffed, “Yeah I can tell. But I’m afraid I can’t help ya with whatever you want. Or need. I work alone.”

“I think I can help you... create... drama.”

“Drama happens on its own darling. I don’t need help ‘creating’ drama. I’ve been doing this sort of thing for years hon.”

“Oh really? How come I’ve never seen a Chartreuse movie on the big screen, hmm? Please, don’t be so close-minded,” I demurred, “Think of it this way. I’ll be your starring actor. I mean honestly, if I- I mean we, don’t create drama, your movie is just going to be about a bunch of astronauts in colored suits doing space tasks!”

“Editing changes things.” Chartreuse said stubbornly.

“Your ‘movie’ will be more like a children’s film! But if you want that, that’s fine with me. I guess I’ll just go to bed instead.” I gave him the camera and started to walk away, a bit disappointed to be honest. I honestly thought he was smarter than this.

“Wait...” Chartreuse hesitated before saying, “What can you help me with.”

I turned around and sneered, “What are your thoughts on romance? I think that will definitely make your little project more interesting... I could even sprinkle in some extra drama for you...”

Chartreuse smiled, clearly on board with the start of my idea. Chartreuse leaned forward, “What sort of romance?”

Sky Aguamarina

Today was an eventful day. I was really enjoying the bonding until Chartreuse told us about his documenting plans. That sorta ruined the mood. But I do gotta say that Scarlet was overreacting a bit. I mean yeah, it’s weird to think that a camera will be following me on the way back home but it probably won’t even be that bad! I don’t think anyone has any big secrets that affect everyone on the ship, right? The only footage Chartreuse will get, is us just doing our tasks! Hmm... well since I got nothing else to do, I’m gonna write my opinions on everyone else in here.

Daisy Flaxer seems like a nice and fun person. I’m glad she’s in our group.

I feel like Viridian and I will get along really well! I can’t wait to work with him tomorrow.

Azul seems to only be here for money. No judgement, but I honestly don’t think he has any interest in space. Which is unfair to those who do want to go to space, but didn’t get to because of limited space. But hey, maybe this journey back home will interest him in space?

Scarlet Laulanga seems to be very moody. I’m kinda scared of her.

Ivory scares me. She’s very intimidating. But she seems cool. And really smart.

Coal scares me. He seems anti-social.

Bronze seems like a pleasant person to be around.

Rosa, Rusty, and Violet seem like really nice people. Rusty’s a really good cook.

Chartreuse was probably a snitch during his elementary school years.

I suppose I’ll add more once I get to know them better! I guess I should go to sleep now though. According to Scarlet, we’re supposed to get our tasks tomorrow (very exciting).

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