Omg hi squad!

Anonymous said:I’m an obsessive people pleaser but also something of a chow hound when it comes to sweets. So I taught myself how to cook/bake because as a hobby it’s physical (especially if you don’t have an electric mixer), it has a tasty reward at the end, and can also make a kind gesture for friends! Because who the heck doesn’t like being given a mountain of cookies? Is that something that might interest you as a hobby?

Anonymous said:I honestly feel like a have a similar issue as you- i find myself not sure of what to do when im not doing art or art related things. Recently ive decided to read more novels! Ive always been an avid reader of comics but i wanted to start reading more books so I made a backlog of what to read that I’m slowly working through. Finishing a novel feels very satisfying.

Anonymous said:sometimes if i’m having really bad art block or creative burnout, i’ll look at google maps where i live and see if i can find parks or museums that i’ve never been to before. last summer i found so many new little places i didn’t even know about, tucked away in neighborhoods i’d driven through a hundred times before.

Anonymous said:this is super niche but i make reusable menstrual pads? sewing is fun. this is probably 0% useful to you. other things i do: set aside a chunk of time each saturday to explore a new thing in my town – nothing expensive, parks and stuff. this sounds preachy, but i also volunteer. it doesn’t have to be super high-stakes – one of the things i like is stuffing bags with sandwiches for low-income kids’ lunches. it makes me feel good and gets me out of the house, interacting with other people. love!!!

These are all amazing ideas, thank you all!!

Anon 3: That’s a really unique idea, I’ll try it out for sure!

I found this in my drafts folder from a few weeks back :) enjoy!

“Look,” Keith says, finally, on one of their rare layovers from mission to temple. They’ve been back in their apartment for all of three hours, and as usual, the inevitable argument has begun. “I don’t care if it’s the only thing we have in the ‘freezer. I don’t care that neither of us want to go out again to get something more edible - I see you asleep on the couch over there, Shirogane, don’t think I don’t.”

“I’m not asleep,” Shiro protests, waving a hand over the back of the couch. The way he’s completely sprawled boneless on their one piece of living room furniture nearly long enough to house his lanky form completely betrays him. “I’m listening. You were agreeing with me.”

“I was not,” Keith says vehemently, slamming the door of the upper freezer unit shut and ripping open the bottom door to the conservator. An empty set of shelves stares back at him, just as sparse as they were thirty seconds ago, save for the moldy onion sitting lonely on the back shelf. “We’re not eating m’croni for dinner again. I don’t care if it’s the only thing here. I’m not doing it.”

“Can’t hear you, your head’s in the conservator,” Shiro says, congenially. “Was that a yes?”

Keith pulls his head free and glares at the couch, shoving just slightly with the Force. Shiro yelps as the Force tosses a pillow at him, whapping him soundly on the shoulder. “Hey!”

“Hey yourself,” Keith responds, closing the conservator door. He crosses over to the back of the couch, arms folded, glaring down. Shiro blinks sleepily up at him, innocent and entirely too demure. “Nope. You don’t get to pull that. I’m not figuring out what we’re eating while you pretend to sleep, you lump, get up.”

“I’m not sleeping,” Shiro protests, but levers himself up to a sitting position. “I had an idea. You didn’t like it.”

“Yep,” Keith says levelly, leaning over the back of the couch. “I’m not eating that stuff. And I’m not going out.”

Shiro blinks, a frown. “Well, I’m not going out. Let’s just have caf for dinner, there’s plenty.”

Keith calls on the Force again. This time Shiro ducks the pillow, by way of rolling completely off the couch. “Keith!”

“I’m not living on caf,” Keith says, evenly. “If I went out and got stuff, would you come with me?”

“Depends,” Shiro says, popping back up. He turns the pillow over thoughtfully in his hands. “What kind of stuff?”

Keith contemplates. The mess hall’s downstairs, sure, but it’s full of other Jedi at this hour, and the thought of socializing after what he and Shiro just got home from isn’t exactly appealing.

“Stuff,” he suggests at last. “Food….stuff. You know.”

Shiro raises one eyebrow. Keith raises an eyebrow of his own straight back.

“If we’re cooking,” Shiro says, slowly, “We also need to get a new pan. Last time someone burned through all three of mine.”

“That was your fault,” Keith quips, automatically, “And fine.”

“So we are cooking,” Shiro groans.

“You aren’t,” Keith says, “The maintenance droids forbade you.”

“You were a part of that agreement too,” Shiro reminds him, but he’s already reaching for his outer robe. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Nope, the droids like me,” Keith says, with more confidence than he feels. “It’ll be fine.”

It is not fine.

One newly-purchased-and-newly-burnt pan, lots of screaming, the deployment of a completely brand-new sprinkler system that sprays blue foam over the ensuing fire as well as both of them, everything on the counter, and four irate maintenance droids later, Keith is forced to re-evaluate his opinion.

“Okay, fine,” Keith says, after the last fuming maintenance droid has left the two Jedi to clean up all that foam on their own, “Take your stupid bad feeling somewhere else. Stop laughing.”

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

Everyone?  Everyone.  Like, I love gen.  I want everyone to BroTP out.  And I don’t get the idea that you have OTPs and BroTPs.  That’s wild to me.  I like shipping characters because I want to see their interactions and clashes and fights and bonds.  I don’t do it because I want to watch them make out.  Everyone learns to be friends.  Done.  Moving on.

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

Oh fuck.  I was talking about this with someone and man oh man, I don’t know???  I think now it’d be just about anything from All The World Will Be Your Enemy.  More recently, the thunderstorm balcony dance from Wanna Let Loose would also be a lot of fun.  Or the sky dancing from Must Surely Be Learning?  There’s a few moments that are very... visual in my fics, but there’s so much fic to pick from.

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?