Eye contact averse autistic Jonathan Sims is so underappreciated as an idea for how pervasive autistic Jon Sims headcanons are.
Like. twisted irony, its funny as fuuck but also. Imagine him in season 5 having to stare into the eyes of the Avatars as he ceaseless watcher death blasts them. And its such a viceral sensation because not only is he absolutely exhausting himself using his powers, but hes also putting all his energy into keeping eye contact despite the fact it feels like its killing him becuase otherwise it just wont work.
Anyways Elias with slit eyes whos a perpetual starer vs Jon whos got the massivest peepers and will NOT look at you unless its to kill you. Two different types of cats. To me.
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in my honest opinion both lime n blue would have intimacy issues
lime is catholic af (or some other denomination of christian ig but it reads as catholic to me.) they are not going to have a healthy relationship with romance sexuality and intimacy in general. coupled with their paranoia of others, and likely reciprosexuality, this is not good for them even if they are lonely in some way (i dont think this is stated i just think its likely especially considering they personify the reactor n skeld.) they never get close to anyone until someone else makes the vaguest first move, and then they genuinely feel something for the first point in their life even if they act as if they hate it. they truly dont hate it though, and are genuinely distraught by blue's death.
blue on the other hand is a doctor, and a professional one at that. they dont want to break their moral code, and especially not hipaa. but its inevitable that a person isolated with just 8 other people, two of which are already spoken for, for god knows how long, will eventually fall for one of them. its just their taste is for the absolute worst one, though the one they find dreamy.
blue shows lime kindness none of the other crewmates do or ever did, and tries to understand their paranoia and mental illness and help them with it, by even promising to rip up their scan with them. the two of them dont get to fufill this promise however, due to blues murder. the two of them trust each other, and take each other seriously, which none of the others really do with the two of them at this point.
regardless i think blue would beat themself up for being genuinely attracted to lime not bc of Who they are as a person but because Theyre a doctor and Theyre my patient (even if theyre also coworkers) I cant do this (even if lime agrees n views them as their equal) and lime would beat themself up for feeling attraction bc of the aforementioned issues lol
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Thinking about insectoid/bug furry/exoskeletal alien beauty standards.
So, I don't THINK even a human-scale exoskeletal being would get acne, so that's off the table, but maybe there's a thing about having a perfect exoskeletal texture in some species? Filling in small divets with some kind of paste, sanding down any unseemly lumps.
Of course, this would only be relevant for species whose exoskeleton isn't adapted specifically to have a bunch of protrusions. In the opposing direction, I would assume there would be enhancements for said protrusions-- prosthetics, lengtheners, etc.
Interested if anyone has thoughts about this! Idk how viable sanding down your own exoskeleton would be tbh, it sounds like it has potential to be painful...but then again, beauty is pain, isn't it?
gaz is out of commission after a rough mission. a broken arm, some bruised ribs, and a minor concussion have left him on bed rest in a hospital close to base. he gets visits daily, from his sister who happens to live nearby, and from price, ghost, and soap, keeping him up to date with the happenings at work.
the recruits are a pain in the arse, as always, soap tells him. price lets him know that there's no update on makarov at the moment, but laswell is chasing a potential lead, so fingers crossed. but ghost, after he's asked how gaz is feeling, usually just sits there, reading a book. not that gaz is complaining, because, if he asks, ghost will tell him what's happening in the story.
he apprciates it all, their comraderie, their care for him. they don't have to visit him so much, with their busy schedules, but they do, and he treasures their relationships.
it's ghosts 'turn' to sit with him for the day. they don't actually hold any sort of consistent order for when they visit him, but price said that one time, and it's stuck. ghost had walked into gaz's room with two apples and sat down on the chair to gaz's left. he immediately pulled out a mean looking knife - how he was able to get that thing through the hospital to his room, gaz has no idea - and starts slicing the first apple.
"how'r you faring then?"
"horribly, sir," gaz tells him. he's said this every day since he's been admitted. he's not really doing horribly. well, not physically, at least. sure, his ribs still ache, but he's mainly just bored out of his mind.
"mm, you don't look too good."
seems ghost is over his pessimism. "how kind you are to me."
ghost tuts, and holds out a slice of apple for him.
"what's this?"
"an apple, garrick, you're not that far gone, are you?"
"oh, full of jokes today, huh? obviously i'm asking why you're cutting me up an apple like you're my mum."
"ought not to question your mother so much, hm? just take it."
so gaz does. he's never one to turn down fresh fruit. through his chewing, gaz thanks ghost. ghost hums in acknowledgement, and there's silence as gaz eats. once he's done, ghost cuts and hands him another slice.
ghost breaks the silence after a bit. "it's weird, you know that?"
"what is?"
"your addiction to apples."
"i'm not addicted."
"no?" ghost challenges. "you eat at least one every day."
"what are you even paying that much attention for?" gaz questions.
"can learn a whole lot from observation." ghost shrugs as he hands him another slice.
"yeah? from eating habits?" gaz takes the offered slice.
"like you wouldn't believe." ghost is obviously joking. okay, maybe it's not obvious, gaz isn't soap, with his eerie ability to read ghost's jokes and moods like an open book with size 60 font, but he's getting there. and he's pretty sure ghost is joking right now. so he chuckles and says, "you're full of it."
ghost waves his knife in gaz's direction. "watch yourself, sargeant," he says, eyes crinkled slightly, pleased that gaz understood he was joking.
ghost is a little weird like that, gaz thinks. he's subtle and dry with his humour, leaving it up to others to figure out if he's serious or not, and he always seems pleased when people get he's joking. maybe it's his way of being seen. gaz is assuming now, he knows, but he's got nothing else to do, cooped up in this room. he enjoys trying to decipher the way his friends work every now and then. he feels he understands them better this way.
"why'r you fueling my addiction then?" gaz jokes back, "you obviously disapprove of my habits."
ghost doesn't answer. instead, after a minute or so, he asks, "you want another slice?"
"yes please."
he's hit with a wave of appreciation for ghost in that moment. he's found somewhat of a family in this team, and he'll value it for as long as they're able to work together.
