Short Grass Week 2026
For artists, writers, and anyone in between! These can always be done outside of the dates given, with any prompts used. Any submission, please use the hashtag #SHORTGRASSweek2026 and/or tag us!
Prompts
Day 1: Yuri/Genderbend
Day 2: Locked in the Closet Day
Day 3: Swap/Bodyswap
Day 4: [all caps] There was onky [sic] one bed
Day 5: Rowdy Childhood Friends
Day 6: Neigh-sayer
Day 7: Etho's Exes
January 19th to 25th
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Short Grass Week 2026
For artists, writers, and anyone in between! These can always be done outside of the dates given, with any prompts used. Any submission, please use the hashtag #SHORTGRASSweek2026 and/or tag us!
Prompts
Day 1: Yuri/Genderbend
Day 2: Locked in the Closet Day
Day 3: Swap/Bodyswap
Day 4: [all caps] There was onky [sic] one bed
Day 5: Rowdy Childhood Friends
Day 6: Neigh-sayer
Day 7: Etho's Exes
January 19th to 25th
See description for discord server!
The background is an aesthetic image of grass, and Joel and Bdubs' skins are each on the screen twice.]
Link to the discord is here:
Check out the shortgrass week community on Discord â hang out with 14 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
FourDoubloons: jesus christ you would not believe what AssholeTM did today
Smallishbeans: oh? spill the tea
FourDoubloons: he sat in my seat. i got up to buy his drink and he sat in my seat. next to my bestie.
FourDoubloons: and he was like âwell it makes more sense for me to sit here so you can get to jackâ
FourDoubloons: name of our wheelchair user friend redacted
FourDoubloons: because like. i was pushing him. i was responsible for him. so like yeah it makes sense for him to sit there but hooooo iâm mad about it
Smallishbeans: god yeah my ArseholeTM bought my best mate a 25 pound gift card cause i bought him a 20 pound gift card
Smallishbeans: heâs always doing shit like that, heâs been trying to get close to my best mate specifically because he knows how much i hate him
Smallishbeans: heâs trying to steal my best mate because he knows nothing would be worse for me than that
FourDoubloons: honestly i would do that to my AssholeTM if i got the chance
FourDoubloons: heâs got this guy heâs always with and it would honestly be really hilarious if i started dating him just to piss AssholeTM off
FourDoubloons: his Guy is literally so hot. heâs a bit too captain america for me but heâs hot in a like, generally appealing cis guy sort of way. heâs got somethin for everybody
Smallishbeans: i know the winter soldier is more your type :3
FourDoubloons: this is lowkey an awesome idea thx beans
Smallishbeans: no prob four lmk how it works out for you
FourDoubloons: đ
FourDoubloons: oh btw i found an incredible fic that i wanted to send you and then i opened it up⌠and it was x reader
Smallishbeans: đđđđ
Smallishbeans: i hATE x readers
FourDoubloons: buddy i KNOW you do!!
FourDoubloons: anyway you just posted petrichor and i IMMEDIATELY got such a strong vision of the scene where theyâre packing the go bags
FourDoubloons: working on lineart right now :D
Smallishbeans: aaaaa youâre literally the best
Smallishbeans: ah fuck, iâve got a friend gathering to get to. weâll talk later, yeah?
FourDoubloons: o7
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Joel tucks his phone away in his pocket. He likes talking to Four. Theyâve been friends through the Final Fantasy VII fandom for a while, and they first connected because of a fic Joel wrote based around one of Fourâs drawings. They started to collab and promo each otherâs work, and a lot of Joelâs readers have started following Four (and vice versa). Theyâve built a nice little community.
None of his friends can ever know he writes fanfiction, though. Which means he has to keep Smallishbeans very separate from Joel when heâs with his friend group. Like now, as he makes his way into the common area where theyâve agreed to meet up. He has to turn off Smallishbeans mode and just be Joel.
He waves to Etho, then takes a seat by Scott and Lizzie, who are playing Concentration. âSave Me,â says Scott.
âAnother One Bites the Dust,â says Lizzie.
âUnder Pressure.â
âIâm in Love With My Car.â
Joel snorts. âAre you guys doing Queen songs?â
âBohemian Rhapsody,â Scott answers, and Joel rolls his eyes.
âFat Bottomed Girls.â
Scott grins. âYou already said that one.â
Lizzie swears, pulling her hands back. âFine then. Are we waiting on anyone else?â
âJust Bdubs,â Etho answers, ruffling Lizzieâs hair. Lizzie leans into his hand, smiling up at him.
âAlright, love. Did he give you an ETA orââ
The door swings open. âB Double O has arrived!â announces the most annoying voice Joel has ever heard.
Okay, sure. He used to not like Scott so much, and then he got over it. But he will never, ever get over his dislike of Bdubs. They have absolutely nothing in common (except Etho) and every time they try to talk to each other, it turns into an argument. Itâs impossible to be friends with him. Joelâs given up trying, if he ever really did in the first place.
âGreat,â Etho says, and Joel sees the way he glances at him. Everyone knows how Joel feels about Bdubs. Itâs not a secret. âThen weâre ready to hit the road. We just have to draw for sleeping arrangements.â
Joel pouts. Heâd been stoutly opposed to the âdraw stones for sleeping arrangementsâ plan, but everyone else agreed that it would minimize arguments. Probably.
Joelâs sure itâll be fine, as long as he gets Scott. Or Lizzie, or Etho, or Oli. Most people. Itâll be fine! Itâll be fine.
Etho pulls out the bag heâs organized. It has a stone with the number of a hotel room for each of them, two to a room. One by one they pull them out. Joel pulls his: 502. Once everyoneâs drawn, they start to walk around the room and compare their numbers, grouping up into their pairs.
Scott has 504. Lizzie has 515. Etho has 509.
Bdubs has 502.
âYou motherfucker,â Joel mutters under his breath, standing next to Bdubs with tense shoulders.
âWeâll just ignore each other,â Bdubs answers. âItâll be fine.â Though he doesnât sound all that convinced.
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The drive out is about five hours. Joel sits in the car at Lizzieâs side, staring morosely out the window at the clouds rolling above them. Heâs not going to have any fun on this trip, heâs sure of it.
âCome on, Joel, it wonât be that bad,â says Lizzie. âHeâs actually a pretty great guy, if you give him a chance.â
Joel sighs. âRight,â he says quietly. âIâll just give him a chance then. Iâm sure that wonât blow up in my face!â
Lizzie gives him a reproachful look before returning her gaze to the road. âYou canât do this forever,â she points out. âAll the rest of us get along perfectly fine. Why do you even hate him so much?â
âHeâs trying to steal Jimmy from me,â Joel answers petulantly.
(Look. He knows heâs being a bit of a brat. Heâs well aware. He just⌠he doesnât like how Bdubs seems to know everything about him. He doesnât like the way Bdubs watches him, like heâs searching for something. Like he wants to wear Joelâs skin.)
Lizzie laughs. âNo oneâs trying to steal Jimmy,â she answers. âYouâre just fine.â
Joel sighs. âRight,â he answers. âIâll try and get along with him. Sorry, Liz.â
Her hand comes to rest on his leg. âItâs alright, Joel.â Thereâs something comforting in her presence. Sheâs good.
He decides to absorb himself in his phone again. He scrolls through tumblr, reblogging some of Fourâs art as he goes. Heâs got a really good new design for Reno, and heâs working on a Reno/Rude/Cloud AU with some pretty gorgeous concept art. He shoots Four a message, but gets no response. He must be busy.
The check-in at the hotel goes smoothly, but then Joel and Bdubs are left to carry their bags into their room. Joel tries to cling to that promise he made Lizzie; the problem is just that he doesnât know how to get along with Bdubs.
He swipes the card and opens the door to let Bdubs in first. Bdubs watches him suspiciously, but steps inside, and Joel follows.
Itâs a nice hotel room, certainly. Joel glances into the bathroom, which is pretty spacious for a hotel room, but freezes when Bdubs calls back to him. âJoel? We have a problem.â
Joel hesitantly steps out of the bathroom, his suitcase rolling along behind him, and he stops when he sees the bed.
Bed. Singular. Only one.
âBlumminâ heckââ
âYeah,â Bdubs answers. âWhat kinda joke are they playing on us? I know that thereâs two beds in some of the other rooms.â
Joel swears under his breath. âThis is bullshit.â He pulls out his phone.
Joel: WHAT THE HECK
Etho: what
Joel: THEREâS ONLY ONE BLUMMIN BED IN OUR ROOM
Etho: sounds like a skill issue <3
Joel: i am going to burn your mask
Etho: iâd love to see you try
He barely stops himself from throwing his phone across the room. âEthoâs no help. Who are you texting?â
âLizzie,â Bdubs answers gruffly from where heâs sitting on the edge of the bed. âShe doesnât have much sympathy for us either.â
Joel groans. âWhat are we meant to blumminâ do? Iâm not sharing a bed with you.â
Bdubs makes an offended noise. âIâm not sharing a freakinâ bed with you either! Youâll just have to sleep on the floor.â
Joelâs head whips around to glare at him. âUh, like hell am I sleeping on the floor. You can sleep on the floor.â
Bdubs flops backward down onto the bed, waving his arms like heâs making a snow angel. Or a duvet angel. âLook at me, Iâm already in the bed. I need my beauty sleep!â
âMore than most,â Joel mutters.
âHEY!â
âIâm not sleeping on the floor,â Joel says sharply. âIâm not doing it.â
Bdubs sits up, getting right in his face to glare at him. âIâm not doing it either.â
âThen I guess weâre sharing the blumminâ bed.â
âCan you stop saying blumminâ?â Bdubs demands. âAnd yeah, we are. Hope I donât freak you out with my cooties.â
Joel makes a face at him. âNo, I blumminâ wonât. Youâre the worst.â
âChild.â
âBitch.â
âLeave me alone.â
âDone.â
Joel grabs his phone from where he dropped it on the bed and nearly trips on his suitcase on the way out of the room. Bdubsâ laughter follows him all the way down the hall to Jimmyâs room. He bangs on the door. âLemme in, Jim, itâs me.â
The door swings open. âMe, who?â
Joel grins at his best friend. âDonât be a prick. Câmon. Iâve gotta complain about Bdubs.â Oh, speaking of which⌠he better update Four as well.
Jimmy sits and patiently listens to him complain about Bdubs for fifteen minutes before he rests his hand on Joelâs wrist. âJoel,â he says kindly. âIs there something else going on?â
Joel frowns at him, his brows furrowing. âWhat dâyou mean?â
Jimmy sighs, looking a bit uncomfortable. âItâs just⌠youâre always talking about Bdubs, mate. Like youâve got some kind of man-crush on him.â
Joel gasps, shocked at the mere accusation. âNever. Heâs the most frustrating, annoying, irritatingââ
âPretty,â Jimmy intones, as if heâs heard Joel say this a thousand times.
ââPretty, stupid piece of rubbish Iâve ever met in my life.â
âYou think heâs pretty,â Gem sing-songs as she enters the room. âYou have a crush on Bdubs.â
âI have not got a crush on Bdubs!â Joel yells. Birds take off outside the window.
Gem laughs, taking a seat next to him on the bed. âSay it a little louder, Joel, I donât think they heard you in Bangladesh.â
Joel glares at her. âYouâre both smelly and annoying. Iâm going back to my room.â
âHave fun!â Jimmy calls after him. Joel sincerely considers punching him in the face.
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Smallishbeans: bro save me
FourDoubloons: whatâs going on?
Smallishbeans: iâm stuck in a hotel room with AssholeTM for the next three nights
Smallishbeans: AND THEREâS ONLY ONE BED
FourDoubloons: that sounds like something youâd write
Smallishbeans: it totally is, i could cleno the shit out of this
Smallishbeans: but instead itâs my life!!!!!!
Smallishbeans: iâm pissed off bro
FourDoubloons: ykw itâs weird
FourDoubloons: iâm in almost the exact same situation
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Joel pulls up short, inches from their door.
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Smallishbeans: youâre what now??
FourDoubloons: yeah weâre on a group outing me and my friends and of course AssholeTM came too
FourDoubloons: and we picked our room assignments randomly
FourDoubloons: and me n him got the room with only one bed
Smallishbeans: youâre.
Smallishbeans: thatâs one hell of a coincidence
FourDoubloons: yep.
Smallishbeans: youâre notâ
Smallishbeans: thereâs no way youâre Bdubs, right?
FourDoubloons: judas priest
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Joel swipes his card four times before the little red light turns green. He pushes the door open and walks into the room and thereâs Bdubs, sitting on the bed, his phone open in front of him, and thatâsâŚ
Yep, thatâs Fourâs art style.
âYouâre a fanartist?â Joel demands.
Bdubs stares at him. âYou write fanfic?â
Joel swallows. âEr⌠yeah. I do. But you canât tell Etho, or Lizzie, orâ Scott, I would never live it down.â
Bdubs snorts quietly. âI wonât tell anyone. So, your Asshole Tee-Em?â
Joel sighs, leaning against the wall. âYeah. You.â
âIronic,â Bdubs laughs. âWe were talking to each other this whole time, complaining about each other.â
âJimmy thinks I fancy you,â Joel blurts out. He doesnât know what possesses him to say it. It sort of just comes out.
Bdubs stares at him for a moment, unmoving. Then he says, âis he right?â
Joel wants to shake his head, to protest, to make sure everyone knows that he doesnât fancy Bdubs. But he feels rooted to the floor, unable to say or do anything. And finally, slowly, he nods.
Bdubs uncrosses his legs, slides off the bed, and walks over to Joel. He takes Joelâs hands, uncharacteristically gentle, and leads him to the bed. Joel wants to protest, but his voice seems to have evaporated.
âYouâre kind of a dick,â Bdubs says bluntly. Joel makes a face but doesnât answer. âBut I like you. Youâre annoying. You donât let me push you around. Iâ youâreâ I wishââ
âTake your time,â Joel croaks, his voice miraculously returning. Bdubs smiles at him, and for the first time, Joel recognizes why Etho thinks heâs so cute. His smile is soft and sweet when he looks at someone he likesâwhen heâs not just yelling and angry.
Bdubs fiddles awkwardly with the hem of his shirt. Joel wants to reach out and take his hand. âI thought you liked Etho,â he says finally. âOr Lizzie. You spend so much time with themââ
âI thought you hated me,â Joel whispers.
Bdubs sighs. âI donât hate you.â
âI donât hate you either, Four,â Joel breathes. He clears his throat. âI donât hate you, Bdubs.â
Bdubs shifts. âJoel,â he whispers. âCan IâŚâ
He doesnât finish his sentence, but he leans forward just a bit. Joel feels his own breath catch, and he nods. Bdubs brings their lips together and Joel gasps into his mouth.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
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If you want the porn, you'll have to read on AO3 :3
Rainbow Infinity: An Autistic Reading of M. Sausageâs Works
Booker O. Octavio, Etho T. Slab, Skizz L. Mann, and Tango Tek
June 16, 2025
Abstract
This paper examines three pieces by the famous artist who painted under the pseudonym M. Sausage through a lens of Autism Spectrum Disorder. There is significant evidence that Sausage may have lived with autism, and this paper lays out that evidence, cross-referencing with the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Health Disorders, 5th Edition, Text Revision diagnostic criteria for Autism Spectrum Disorder. Following that, the authors look at The Dark Corruption of Xornoth, examining the way that autistic people may be more susceptible to certain forms of manipulation due to their neurotype and common experiences of social ostracization. Then, there is an analysis of Assassins and Emperors, discussing many people with autismâs feelings of duality, as if there is a person who lives inside of them that never gets to see the light of day, contrasted with the âmaskâ they have to âput onâ when they interact with others. Finally, the authors evaluate A Young Blacksmith through a lens of autistic peopleâs often narrow and intense fixations of particular activies or hobbies.
Joel, Iâm not gossiping about our coworkers off the clock. Itâs actually a really good paper, Bdubs has been working on it for a few months. If you actually read it, you might learn something.
Gem Taylor (she/her/hers)
âIf service is below you, leadership is beyond you.â
i donât see the purpose of reading something so banal and stupid. sausage was NOT autistic and trying to analyse his works as if he was competely ignores the deeper themes and meanings in his paintings.
The point of the paper isnât whether he was or wasnât autistic. Itâs a conversation about art and symbolism through a particular lens. Youâve written like five hundred papers like that. Have you forgotten Poppies and Lilacs: An Anonymous Queer Love Story by Pinto & Taylor? We published that like eighteen months ago. Itâs the exact same paper, but with gay instead of autism. Whatâs the difference? I think you just hate Bdubs.
Gem Taylor (she/her/hers)
âIf service is below you, leadership is beyond you.â
Just wondering if I could get some extra guidance on the analysis assignment weâre supposed to be doing next week. Most of the names on the list I understand, but isnât Booker Octavio still alive? Iâm pretty sure my friend Shelby had him for this class last quarter. I just donât quite get why we would be analyzing his work when all the other names are people who are very dead.
Thatâs a great question, Avid. Octavioâs a very influential artist, but heâs also an interesting historian. If you wanted to look at his work, Iâd be interested in your thoughts on his various analyses. He recently published a paper claiming that M. Sausage was autistic, and it would be fascinating to me to read my studentsâ thoughts on such a claim.
If you need a starting point for where to look, I can shoot you a few links. Youâre also welcome to pick someone else off the list.
Joel Pinto, PhD â He/Him
Professor of Art History
Boatem University School of Fine Arts
[email protected]
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pretty princess gem: donât you think joelâs obsession with bdubs is getting a little⌠creepy?
loyal knight pearl: honestly im starting to think heâs just got a crush
beloved queen scott: if joel has a crush on bdubs i will laugh so hard
beloved queen scott: that would actually be worse than when he had a crush on me
evil advisor cleo: oh god remember that
evil advisor cleo: genuinely one of the most painful things iâve ever witnessed
beloved queen scott: to be fair we would be one hell of a power couple
loyal knight pearl: thereâs an alternate universe where the two of you end up together and become fascist dictators
pretty princess gem: yeah but letâs keep on this universe for now yeah?
pretty princess gem: joel and bdubs. they totally have feelings for each other
beloved queen scott: yeah but neither of them would ever do anything about it because theyâre both too weird about etho
pretty princess gem: polyamory
pretty princess gem: there iâve solved the problem
loyal knight pearl: if youâre not careful word will get out that youâre matchmaking the art history department
pretty princess gem: technically etho works in the engineering department
beloved queen scott: ethoâs everywhere. you learn not to question it. he kind of does everything
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From: Booker Octavio ([email protected])
To: Joel Pinto ([email protected])
Subject: Did you assign your students to analyze my paper???
Joel, what in the world is going on? Over the weekend I got like seven emails from one of your students about my autism paper. What the heck man?
Professor Booker O. Octavio, PhD He/Him
College of the Sciences | Boatem University
772-490-2237 | [email protected]
From: Joel Pinto ([email protected])
To: Booker Octavio ([email protected])
Subject: RE: Did you assign your students to analyze my paper???
Wait who emailed you?? Why did they email you??? Theyâre meant to email me, iâm their professor
Joel Pinto, PhD â He/Him
Professor of Art History
Boatem University School of Fine Arts
[email protected]
From: Booker Octavio ([email protected])
To: Joel Pinto ([email protected])
Subject: RE: RE: Did you assign your students to analyze my paper???
A kid named Avid. He asked me what inspired me to write the paper, where all my research came from, and then asked if he could interview me about it. WHY are you assigning my work to your AH335 students???
Professor Booker O. Octavio, PhD He/Him
College of the Sciences | Boatem University
772-490-2237 | [email protected]
From: Joel Pinto ([email protected])
To: Booker Octavio ([email protected])
Subject: RE: RE: RE: Did you assign your students to analyze my paper???
Cuz itâs funny. Obviously.
Joel Pinto, PhD â He/Him
Professor of Art History
Boatem University School of Fine Arts
[email protected]
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TinFoilChef Journal of Art History 17 (2025)
Reply to âRainbow Infinity: An Autistic Reading of M. Sausageâs Worksâ
Joel Pinto, Etho T. Slab, Ren Wolfhard, Bernard B. Statz, and Mumbo J. Statz
October 23, 2025
Abstract
Octavio, B. O. and colleagues published a paper claiming that M. Sausage had autism spectrum disorder, an opinion with which the authors of this paper manifestly disagree. We will reply to each of the points that Octavio and colleagues presented, presenting our own thoughts on their interpretation. We found that there are several other potential interpretations than the autistic reading, and there is not sufficient basis for this claim.
I hope you know that I will not speak at your funeral. I will, however, use your life insurance to cater, and we will have spinach ravioli while we laugh at the way you brought about your own demise.
Prof. Gemini Taylor (she/her/hers)
Boatem University College of Fine Arts
âIf service is below you, leadership is beyond you.â
[email protected] â 772-841-2833
Because Bdubs is generally a nice guy, and youâre a spineless taint-licking dickwad. Youâre honestly insane for writing that paper, Joel, I commend you. Iâll at least try to miss you when Bdubs blasts you into a scorch mark on the floor.
Prof. Gemini Taylor (she/her/hers)
Boatem University College of Fine Arts
âIf service is below you, leadership is beyond you.â
[email protected] â 772-841-2833
Gem, I love you very much, and I would like you to not get fired for the shit you put on your work email.
Pearl Lunaria, PhD (she/ve/moon)
Associate Professor of Graphic Design
Boatem University School of Fine Arts
[email protected]
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dubble bubble: joel??
dubble bubble: what does âur cuteâ mean??????
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Bubble Wrap Menace: etho help
Bubble Wrap Menace: sos
Bubble Wrap Menace: this is not a drill
Bubble Wrap Menace: i think im having a heart attack
[Bubble Wrap Menace started a call that lasted a few seconds]
Bubble Wrap Menace: YOU ASSHOLE I KNOW YOUâRE NOT ASLEEP
[Bubble Wrap Menace started a call that lasted a few seconds]
Rocks (evil): bdubs it is eight am
Rocks (evil): you canât wait until iâve had my coffee
Bubble Wrap Menace: you have two minutes
Rocks (evil): christ okay
Rocks (evil): okay whatâs up. sos? someone died? measles outbreak on campus? you cut your finger off?
Bubble Wrap Menace: i think im in love with joel
Rocks (evil): âŚ
Rocks (evil): iâm going back to bed
Bubble Wrap Menace: if you ditch me iâm leaking that video of you throwing up glitter at mardi gras junior year of undergrad
Rocks (evil): wow youâre serious about this
Rocks (evil): okay. so youâre in love with joel. what am i supposed to do about it?
Bubble Wrap Menace: TELL ME NOT TO BE
Rocks (evil): stop being in love with joel
Rocks (evil): did that work?
Bubble Wrap Menace: âŚno
Rocks (evil): cool. how exactly did you think this would help you?
Bubble Wrap Menace: man idk iâm panicking
Bubble Wrap Menace: he wrote an entire paper basically calling me an idiot who doesnât know what heâs talking about in academia-speak and i still kinda want to kiss him
Bubble Wrap Menace: btw donât think i didnât notice your name on that paper you sick double agent
Rocks (evil): listen dubs. i do what i want. if i want to attach my name to two papers that are in direct conflict with each other, i will. who cares?
Rocks (evil): for the record, if you were worried about me having feelings for joel, i donât. trust me.
Rocks (evil): iâm not really into the whole dating and marriage thing
Rocks (evil): and even if i was, i wouldnât touch a walking disaster like joel with a ten foot pole
Bubble Wrap Menace: HEY
Bubble Wrap Menace: i need to calm down
Bubble Wrap Menace: i want. i need. heâs.
Bubble Wrap Menace: etho iâm gonna explode
Bubble Wrap Menace: hlep
Rocks (evil): i still donât know what you want me to do
Rocks (evil): cause i only see one way out of this for you
Bubble Wrap Menace: burn off my fingerprints and disappear into the night with nothing but the clothes on my back to build a new life in patagonia?
Rocks (evil): you could never get a work visa
Rocks (evil): tell him, dumbass
Bubble Wrap Menace: âŚyouâre no help iâm asking scar
Yeah, he talks about Professor Pinto like, a weird amount. Almost as much as he talks about his friend from the Engineering department. He has a lot of random unprofessional tangents LMAO.
Oh my god youâre totally right. Theyâre absolutely in love. But they definitely donât realize they are, so weâve gotta like. Help them. Right?
Best,
Shelby Grace (she/they)
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Booker Orion Octavio: soooooo. hypothetically. if you had feelings for your coworker. what would you do about it.
Scar Goodman: arson
Booker Orion Octavio: yeah but you always want to do arson
Booker Orion Octavio: what would you do that wasnât that
Scar Goodman: arson at the intersection of numbered streets that aligned with the crossword puzzle to spell out their name
Booker Orion Octavio: you are⌠such a freak
Scar Goodman: oh! i know! paper airplanes
Scar Goodman: write cheesy poems on them and then throw them at the other person
Booker Orion Octavio: no one in this fucking school is any help to me
Scar Goodman: idk man whatâs the right answer?
Booker Orion Octavio: âŚthe what now
Scar Goodman: you said itâs some kind of hypothetical brain teaser. obviously iâm getting it wrong so
Booker Orion Octavio: no, scar, itâs not a hypothetical
Scar Goodman: wait!! whoâs caught your eye you sly minx you
Booker Orion Octavio: NONE OF UR BUSINESS
Booker Orion Octavio: I just need an answer for how to make the feelings go away quickly so i donât have to talk about them
Scar Goodman: yeah, no can do. youâll just have to tell em
Booker Orion Octavio: fuck.
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just a short king: iâve been getting these weird ass notes in my classroom for like a month
just a short king: [attachment: 5 images]
pathetic wet cat: youâve been getting creepy anonymous notes?
just a short king: come on pearl theyâre notâŚ
just a short king: yeah theyâre pretty creepy
gorgeous + perfect: youâre not going to meet up with them right?
just a short king: no listenâ
pathetic wet cat: heâs totally gonna go
just a short king: i didnât say that!!
gorgeous + perfect: joel you are gonna get MURDERED.
gorgeous + perfect: m to the u to the rdered
just a short king: okay calm down gem, iâm not gonna get blummin murdered
just a short king: itâs most likely a student and i need to let them down gently
pathetic wet cat: he just canât handle being called a coward
just a short king: your commentary is not necessary
just a short king: why donât you stuff it
pathetic wet cat: >:3
gorgeous + perfect: JOEL
gorgeous + perfect: youâre really gonna meet an anonymous stranger on the football field after the fucking campus closes AFTER THE SUN GOES DOWN IN NOVEMBER????
just a short king: well when you say it like that it sounds like a blummin awful idea
gorgeous + perfect: BECAUSE IT IS
pathetic wet cat: you know sheâs right joel
just a short king: ykw the more you tell me not to the more i kinda wanna do it
gorgeous + perfect: cool. iâll get started on your obit
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juicy fruit: âŚ
dubble bubble: âŚ
juicy fruit: so.
dubble bubble: yep.
juicy fruit: so our students think weâreâ
dubble bubble: gay for each ohter yeah
juicy fruit: are you gay for me?
dubble bubble: NO ARE YOU GAY FOR ME
juicy fruit: uh. no. definitely not
dubble bubble: cool then.
juicy fruit: yep.
dubble bubble: âŚhypothetically though.
juicy fruit: oh god
dubble bubble: if i did have feelings for you
dubble bubble: what would you. do. about that
juicy fruit: i dunno mate
juicy fruit: iâm tired and my head hurts and iâm stressed out of my mind and my best friend has barely been talking to me for like two weeks
dubble bubble: iâll fight em
juicy fruit: gonna be hard
dubble bubble: why?
juicy fruit: cause itâll hurt you a lot
dubble bubble: no it wonât iâm strong!!
dubble bubble: wait.
dubble bubble: im ur best friend
juicy fruit: yeah
juicy fruit: i just want you back. whatever that means
juicy fruit: i like you, bdubs
dubble bubble: i like you too joel
juicy fruit: cool. then how bout we go on a date next weekend and right now we both get some sleep
dubble bubble: agreed
dubble bubble: hey iâve got a question
juicy fruit: bdubs itâs 2am
juicy fruit: arenât you typically snork mimimi right now?
dubble bubble: woke up
dubble bubble: you keep telling people that sausage wasnât autistic
dubble bubble: you wrote a Whole Paper about why you think that
dubble bubble: WITH ETHO.
dubble bubble: why do you care so much?
juicy fruit: i mean thereâs not like anything wrong with being autistic i just dont think your evidence holds up
dubble bubble: come on thatâs bull and you know it
juicy fruit: well it doesnât!! all the stuff you said in that paper itâs like
juicy fruit: those arenât autistic things. everyoneâs like that
juicy fruit: iâm like that
juicy fruit: bdubs?
dubble bubble: not everyoneâs like that
dubble bubble: my dad wasnât like that at all
dubble bubble: he always played the neurotypical game really well. he didnât have sensory issues. he had a lot of interests in a lot of things. he got social cues, he had no issues with ambiguity or his routine breaking. he was adaptable
dubble bubble: a key feature of autism is being rigid. itâs really hard for us to let go of the things we expect out of a person or a situation
dubble bubble: have you ever considered that you might just be autistic?
juicy fruit: tbh no i never considered that
dubble bubble: well you might look into it
juicy fruit: hey bdubs?
dubble bubble: yeah?
juicy fruit: would you like to come help me learn about this stuff as our first date?
dubble bubble: course :)
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TinFoilChef Journal of Art History 20 (2026)
Autistic Readersâ Self-Perception and Self-Realization Through Literature
Joel Pinto & Booker O. Octavio
May 13, 2026
Abstract
In a collaborative effort between the Boatem University Colleges of Fine Arts and Sciences, psychology professor B. O. Octavio, bringing a unique perspective as someone with a Doctorate in Psychology and a Bachelor of Arts in Art and Design and who lives with autism spectrum disorder, and art history professor Joel Pinto, who has recently uncovered his autism, conducted a survey of 472 Boatem University students who self-identify as having autism. We found that more than 85% of them reported that hearing autistic stories, whether they were autobiographical narratives, fictional depictions, or poetry, helped them to recognize, understand, and come to terms with their autistic identity. Further research is needed to fully uncover the link between autistic self-identity and narrative media.
Note: Pinto, J. and Octavio, B. O. contributed equally to this work and share first authorship.
The bottle spins, and spins, and spins. Bdubs is happy to kiss anyone in the circle, even if it might be kinda awkward having to kiss Cleo or, like, Tango. But it starts to wobbleâLizzie, BigB, Pearlâand lands on Joel.
Oh, thatâll be fun.
See, Bdubs and Joelâs rivalry is kind of legendary. No one remembers how it started, not even them, but over the years itâs grown from silly arguments over whether to order French fries or curly fries into something more⌠charged.
Bdubs isn't stupid. He knows Joel is attracted to him. He also knows he's attracted to Joel. And he knows neither of them is going to do jack shit about that because whatever they've got going on is more fun.
Unless, that is, this game of spin the bottle goes particularly badly. Or particularly well, depending on how you look at it.
Bdubs stares at Joel. Joel stares at Bdubs. The rest of the room is silent around them.
Then Bdubs quirks his lips into a smile. âWell, pretty boy, are you gonna kiss me or not?â
âHow about not,â Joel answers in a monotone, crossing his arms. âDonât think you could pay me enough.â
Bdubs scoffs in disbelief. âPlease, Iâm an excellent kisser.â
âAnd yet I donât want to kiss you,â Joel shoots back. âIs that such a shocker?â
Etho pipes up, because Etho can never keep his mouth shut. âYou know, if youâre not gonna kiss him, youâll have to do something else.â
Bdubs turns to look at him. âAnd what's that?â he asks.
Ethoâs eyes crinkle at the corners. âSeven Minutes in Heaven.â
Something in Bdubsâ chest flutters at that thought. Theyâre in Ethoâs house, and Bdubs knows that Etho has a little coat closet where theyâll surely be shoved. The idea of that close proximity with Joel, face to face. Itâs thrilling. Part of him hopes Joel wonât balk at the thought and will hold firm, just to see where it will go.
âPfft,â says Joel. âI can manage that.â
Etho grins, hopping to his feet and ushering Bdubs and Joel to the closet, exactly as Bdubs expected, and they stand there staring out at him. âSeven minutes,â he reminds them. âGimme your phones.â
Reluctantly, they hand them over, and the door latches quietly, casting them into darkness. The coat closet is quiet for a moment before Joel speaks.
âThis is dumb.â
Bdubs sighs. âMhm.â
âYou suck.â
âMhm.â
âYouâre annoying.â
âI get it, ya donât like me.â
Joel huffs. âI didnât say I donât like you. I just donât want to kiss you.â
Bdubs wishes he could see him, to read in his eyes what heâs thinking. He tries to envision Joel, his fading green streak, his air of arrogance, his jaw set hard against his feelings. Heâs sure he's not doing it justice in his mind; Joel has this quality to him that Bdubs canât describe. Heâs almost angelic, or would be if Bdubs believed in that sort of thing.
âYou got a reason?â he wonders, trying not to be aggressive. The aggression can be fun, but Bdubs doesnât want a fight to break out in here. Theyâd just hurt themselves.
Something bumps him in the dark. He thinks it might be Joelâs elbow. âIâm not gay,â says Joel quietly, like heâs questioning himself. Or Bdubs is reading too much into it, thatâs a possibility as well.
Bdubs suppresses the laughter that threatens to bubble in his chest. âYou're not gay,â he repeats, unable to mask his disbelief. âI got news for ya, buddy, straight guys don't look at me like that.â
An affronted noise echoes in the darkness. âLook at you like what?â
âLike they want to spread me out on their bedsheets and devour me like a three-course meal,â Bdubs answers, amused. If heâs honest, it never once occurred to him that Joel didnât know what he was doing. That he didnât realize their whole game was one long act of foreplay.
Joelâs quiet. Quieter than Bdubs might have ever heard him, quiet enough that Bdubs can hear his breathing. Can feel it on his collarbone. Theyâre so close. My, this closetâs warm.
Bdubs entertains the idea of apologizing, but he canât wrap his tongue around the words. They taste like bitter medicine. He went too far, but he canât bring himself to regret it.
âIâm not gay,â Joel says again, more hesitantly this time.
Bdubs closes his eyes. Heâs not equipped to be a baby gayâs awakening. He shouldnât have put himself in this situation. âOkay,â he manages. âThen keep being not gay. Honestly, it doesn't affect me much either way.â (He tries to will that to be true.) âIâll still be gay when you change your mind.â
He lifts his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and feels the back of his knuckles graze Joelâs cheekbones. He can feel what he looks like. He's stupid hot. Someday Bdubs is going to rearrange his pretty face.
(He says that, but deep down, he knows that heâd be far too sad if Joel stopped looking this good.)
âDonât touch me,â Joel mutters. Bdubs sighs through his nose.
âDidn't do it on purpose. What are you gonna do about it if you're too much of a coward to kiss me?â
Joel growls. âIâm not a coward.â
Bdubs leans into his space. âProve it.â
The door swings open. Seven minutes already?
Bdubs straightens himself out. âAlright then. Iâll be around if you ever want that kiss.â
As heâs driving home, he realizes he forgot to ask what prompted Joel to participate in Spin the Bottle in the first place if he didn't want to kiss a guy.
The sky is long dark when the knock comes. Bdubs is just preparing for bed, and it startles him a bit. At least heâs not already asleep, because he would not answer even if it woke him up.
He opens the door and is greeted by Joel, shifting nervously on his front step. Immediately, heâs hit with the thought that he was right; he canât imagine Joel properly. His mind could never capture all the wholeness and reality of him.
âWere you serious?â Joel asks. âWhen you saidâŚâ He trails off, and Bdubs fills in for him.
âThat you could kiss me if you wanted to try?â
Wordlessly, Joel nods.
âYeah, Joel. I was serious.â
Joel takes a step forward. Bdubsâ breath quickens. Is it really going to happen?
Joel reaches out awkwardly, then hesitates, like he doesnât know where to put his hands. Bdubs laughs patiently, taking his hands and pulling him inside, kicking the door shut behind him.
He grabs Joelâs wrists and sets his hands on Bdubsâ waist. His hands rest on Joelâs jaw, and he grins at him. âGonna back out on me now?â
Joel licks his lipsâa nervous tic, surelyâ and shakes his head. âNever.â
âGood.â
Bdubs connects their lips gently, and he hopes Joel feels as warm as he does.
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Jayla stares at her hands. Too wide, too angular, muscles too defined. A manâs hands. She clenches and unclenches them, watching the tendons work beneath her skin, her knuckles like pointed stones. She swallows hard, shaking her head.
Sheâll never pass. No one will ever believe sheâs a woman. Even with her hair down past her shoulders now, she looks like a bloke and thatâs all anyone will ever see. Her blouse is ill-fittingâshe stole it from her mumâand her slacks are too tight in the front, showing off her bulge. Even if she were a real girl, sheâs an ugly girl, and that might be worse than just being a man. No one will ever love her.
Her phone dings.
booty jorts â Iâm on my way Iâm just merging onto I five right now will you fucking get out of my way you Cybertruck moron I hope your car blows up with you inside anyway I have ice cream and a movie let me know if you need anything else send I said send will you please
Jayla manages a wet laugh. (Sheâs not crying. She doesnât cry.) Beth always uses voice-to-text when sheâs driving, which never picks up on punctuation. Jayla can read the interjection in the middle, directed at some nameless Cybertruck owner, in her voice. She was probably yelling it. She always had terrible road rage.
Let me know if you need anything else, sheâd said. Itâs a long shot, but there is one thing that might help.
With shaking hands, Jayla presses the little call button next to Bethâs name. Beth answers midway through the second ring.
ââsus fucking Christ, are you people insane?â sheâs yelling through the phone. âSorry Jayjay, Iâm here. No one knows how to drive today. You need anything?â
Jayla swallows hard. âHair dye?â she croaks. âJust thoughtâ nevermind, it was a dumb thought anyway. Ignore me, itâs fine.â
âNah, whatâs up? Hair dye, you said? Iâve got some green in my bathroom somewhere. Might not be enough to do your whole head, youâve got a lot of hair, but I could give ya a streak!â
Thatâs her Beth. Orâ not her Beth, like, theyâre not like, an item or anything, and Beth doesnât belong to Jay, sheâs justâ whatever. Point is, Bethâs always figuring out a way to put a positive spin on things. Except when it comes to Etho.
Jay sighs. âYeah, sure. A streak sounds great.â
She can hear Bethâs smile through the crackle of static; Beth must be going through the rough part of the Corridor where the service is spotty. âAlright, see you soon! I just gotta stop at home and then Iâll be on my way. Love ya to death!â
Beth hangs up before Jay can respond. Probably for the best; she never knows what to say when Beth tells her that. She never knows how to answer without betraying the emotion that quivers in her chest, viscous and sweet like molasses and so, so raw where it intersects with the knowledge that no one, not even her best friend Beth, will ever love her as the woman she so desperately wants to be.
She tries not to work herself up into a fit before Beth arrives. Beth likes to see her fits. Jokes aside, she doesnât want to ruin their evening together by being a bit of a mess. Sheâs not sure exactly how successful she is, though, because by the time she hears tyres on the driveway, her eyes feel hot and pricking with tears. She stares at her reflection in the mirror for one more moment, as if memorizing everything thatâs wrong with her face, before she turns to let Beth into the house.
Beth knows somethingâs wrong immediately. Jay can tell she does, because she stares at her just a few seconds longer than she normally would. Itâs long enough that Jay considers putting on her sunglasses, even though thatâs ridiculous. Theyâre inside, and they would get in the way of the hair dyeing. (She assumes. She doesnât actually know much about it.)
But then Beth shoulders her bag and starts to make her way into the bathroom. Jayla stares after until she turns back around. âAre ya coming?â she demands, and Jay nods, jumping into action to scramble after her.
Beth sets down the bag on the floor and seats Jay on the toilet lid. âYou gotta chill,â she says casually. âIâm good at this, but not good enough to not stain your clothes if youâre jerkinâ your head around. Got it?â
Jay looks up at her. Sheâs not tall by any means, but seated like this, her tits are right in Jaylaâs face, and⌠oh, god. She canât let that thought go off. She canât open the door of what if because sheâll just be setting herself up for disappointment. Sheâs been zip tying that door shut, barring it with chairs and boxes made of denial because if she lets that train leave the station, itâll hit terminal velocity in minutes and sheâll be off the rails. And now sheâs mixing her metaphors, because proximity to boobs kind of does that to her brain.
Bethâs fingers twist in Jayâs hair and tip her head back. âGot it?â she repeats, and Jay realizes she hasnât answered. Though honestly, the hair pulling isnât really helping.
Jay swallows. âUhâ erâ yes. Mhm.â
Beth releases her, then takes a step back, looking down at her. âHow attached are you to that shirt?â
Jay glances down at it. Itâs not her favourite, but itâs not technically hers. âItâs my mumâs,â she manages. âSheâd probably be mad if she didnât get it back.â
Beth nods. âCool. Take it off.â
Handbrakes squeal in Jayâs head. âWaitâ you want me to do what?â
Beth puts her hands on her hips and Jayla tries to tell herself not to get distracted again. (Itâs just that Beth is so pretty, stout and a little chubby, endearing and sweet and perfectly shaped, and Jay lâ)
âTake your frickinâ shirt off!â Beth repeats, clearly irritated. âI thought you wanted to dye your hair. Is every single step of this gonna be a fight?â
Chastened, Jay ducks her head. âSorry, B,â she mumbles, lifting her hands to unbutton the top and shrug it off, leaving her in just her trousers and bra. She canât meet Bethâs eyes as she does, but Beth says nothing, just starting to part her hair and comb through it.
âAlrightâ jeeze, could you frickinâ stay still?â Beth requests as Jay lifts her head. Instinctually, Jay freezes and Beth sighs. âThank you.â
They lapse into mildly uncomfortable silence as Beth starts to squeeze some kind of cool gel into her freshly gloved hand and spread it onto Jayâs hair with a brush. Jay tries not to fidget. Beth asked her to keep still.
Her mind drifts, inevitably, to Beth. Beth cares about her. Beth is her friend. But that doesnât mean Beth wants the same things that Jayla wants, that she feels the same things. That is, if she even recognizes Jayla as a woman.
Jay should ask. She should say something. But every time she tries, the words stick in her throat. Every part of this is so hard. She just wants one thing to be easy and achievable.
In the end, itâs Beth who asks.
âSo, you gonna tell me what you were cryinâ about?â
If it were Etho, or Jamie, or god forbid Scott, Jay would think they were making fun of her. But with Beth itâs just⌠she noticed. And she didnât say anything earlier because she didnât think it was the right time.
The tears make a reappearance, but Jay feels a little more secure this time. âJust⌠gender stuff. Not a big deal.â
Beth puts a clip in her hair and steps back to meet her eyes. âItâs a big deal if it makes you cry.â
Jayla wipes at her eye absentmindedly. âI just⌠I want to be loved.â She laughs awkwardly. How embarrassing is that? Someday sheâll surely succeed in killing the part of her that desires connection and affection. It hasnât worked yet, but someday. âBut I want to be loved as myself. I donât want everyone to think of me as Joel forever, as a boy cosplaying a girl, as a pervert in womanface. I want to be one of the girls.â
The tears flow freely now, and Jay sniffles, turning her face away as she finishes. She doesnât want to see Bethâs face, whether itâs amusement or scorn or pity that graces her gorgeous features. She doesnât want to know.
But Beth crouches to be on Jayâs level. âHow âbout we do your nails, too?â
Jayla blinks, trying to comprehend. âWe⌠huh?â
Beth reaches into her bag and pulls out a plastic organizer full of fake nails and a little bottle of nail glue. âMake you look all pretty.â
Jay swallows, searching her face for any sign of insincerity. âAre you sure? Thatâs your stuff.â
The ghost of a smile appears on Bethâs lips. âBrought it for you. Câmon.â She reaches for one of Jaylaâs hands, and Jay lets her, just staring as she pulls nails out of the plastic to compare them to Jayâs fingertips until she has the ones she wants. She starts to glue them on, humming quietly to herself. Then she holds up nail polish for Jay to examine. âWhat color?â
Jay flexes her hand, examining her fingers, which look considerably more graceful and feminine with the fake nails. She glances at Bethâs too, which match hers and are painted in the lesbian flag colors. Jay licks her lips. âCould I do⌠the trans flag?â
Beth grins, and it knocks the wind out of Jayâs chest. Something comes loose inside her, the zip tie holding the door shut. It comes clean off its hinges and everything floods her all at once.
âBeth,â she whispers. Beth looks up from where sheâs digging in her bag for white nail polish.
âYeah?â
âYouâre⌠a great friend.â Itâs not what she wants to say, but itâs close enough, she guesses. The fear overpowers her in the last second and she doesnât manage to get the words out.
Beth smiles a little sadly. âJay, would I be doing all this if I didnât love you? Would I offer my own supplies from home if I didnât love you? Youâre my girl as much as Etho is. Youâre already loved.â
Jay bites her tongue. If she opens her mouth sheâs gonna say something really dumb. She just nods, and Beth looks⌠almost disappointed.
âThanks,â Jay manages without sounding like an idiot. Beth squeezes her shoulder.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: John Booko | BdoubleO100/Joel | SmallishBeans, Joel | SmallishBeans & Lizzie | LDShadowLady, past Jizzie
Characters: Joel | SmallishBeans, John Booko | BdoubleO100, Lizzie | LDShadowLady (Video Blogging RPF), mentions of original characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Office, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Genderswap, Female Joel | Smallishbeans, Female John Booko | BdoubleO100, Queer Themes, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Enemies to Lovers, Joel | SmallishBeans-centric, Friendsmas, Attempt at Humor, Holidays, Christian Holidays, Christmas, Office, Engineers, based on my 2 years attempting an engineering degree, and then quitting, and getting a different degree, John Booko | BdoubleO100 is a little shit
Series: Part 1 of Aceâs Shortgrass Week 2026
Summary:
Joelene was not a liar. However, when her ex-girlfriend invites her to Friendsmas, she canât just show up single. Again. And she was already walking into work, so when Lizzie pressed for who she was dating, of course the only thing she could think of was one of her coworkers.
âIf you want me to go to your "Friendsmasâ celebration, youâre going to have to try harder than that,â
Joelene double takes, "What! No! I- who told you that?â
âKelsey,â Beatrice has no right looking that smug when she says that.
âWell, Kelsey should mind her own business,â Joelene rolls her eyes, âThis is why no one likes civil engineers,â
Since Shortgrass week starts in a few hours (for me at least), I realised. Oh. We need a collection on ao3 for all of the fic writers.
So here we are!! Sorry for the delay!! So excited to see what everyone has put together!!
Short Grass Week 2026
For artists, writers, and anyone in between! These can always be done outside of the dates given, with any prompts used. Any submission, please use the hashtag #SHORTGRASSweek2026 and/or tag us!
Prompts
Day 1: Yuri/Genderbend
Day 2: Locked in the Closet Day
Day 3: Swap/Bodyswap
Day 4: [all caps] There was onky [sic] one bed
Day 5: Rowdy Childhood Friends
Day 6: Neigh-sayer
Day 7: Etho's Exes
January 19th to 25th
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