One of my favorite things about moving into my own apartment has been just autism/adhd proofing the fuck out of the place. I can accommodate my needs as much as I want to and it’s a type of freedom every neurodivergent person should experience
I bought a new pedal and wires and my father came over to help do most of the rewiring, because he has the tools and knowledge for electrical stuff and I don’t. I helped out where I could, and it looked like something I could learn to do myself one day. The replacement wires were a bit thicker than the original ones so I had to shave down the insulation on the end to get the light case back together.
I looked up how to fix the timing and it turned out to be pretty easy, so now it’s stitching again BUT it’s not back to perfect health yet, I still need to mess with it some more!
The spool pin is bent. The presser foot bar often gets stuck and doesn’t down all the way, even with the spring screwed all the way down. The knob in the middle of the hand wheel keeps coming loose so I need to look up how that’s supposed to go, I must have put it back on wrong.
I’m still pretty new to restoring machines, but I’m learning a lot from youtube videos, and from taking things apart and lookin’.
I’ve also made some progress on the wooden case, but it’s got a long way to go, and I’ll have to wait till I can do some of it outdoors before fully finishing it.
Saw this frame on a different reblog by @thatssroughbuddy but why does it look like Iroh is using his phone to take a photo of his nephew at a landmark
“Uncle, make sure you get that glowy light in the picture and send it to my dad to let him know I’m about to capture the Avatar!”
This was so cute I had to draw it
and of course Iroh is doing what-
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Iroh posts it on social media with some caption like “look at my beautiful nephew” and Zhao comments like “is that the Avatar in the background?”
And Iroh responds, “no, it’s the northern lights.”
🌟husband!anakin begging you on his knees for a baby
You see it in his face. The blushing turmoil. He’s nervous, unsteady, yet he is careful how he moves. But his eyes stay on you, the whole time. Even as he kneels.
Your eyebrows rise as his knee hits the floor, like his body has finally given up pretending he’s in control of this feeling. He looks up at you, hair falling into his eyes, mouth parted as if he’s been holding these words in for far too long.
“Anakin, what’s wrong?” You are moments away from turning into a worrying mess, this is so unusual. It scares you.
“You don’t have to say yes,” he says first, terrified of forcing you into anything. “I just—I need you to hear me.”
His hands flex, restless, aching to touch you but staying firmly in his own space. Love, raw and bright, spills from him through the Force, wrapping around you like warmth.
“I love you,” Anakin states simply. His breath rolling out, managing to reach your face. You hold yourself still, wanting to hug him, but you see he has more on his mind to express. “So much it scares me sometimes.”
He lets out a quiet, breathless laugh, it’s gentleness breaking through the dramatic tension. “I fly into battle without thinking twice. But this?” His eyes flicker, a dangling uneasy smile present on his mouth. “This is the bravest thing I’ve ever asked for.”
His gaze drifts, your face, your hands, the future he’s already imagined a thousand times and never dared to say aloud. “I want a child with you,” he whispers. “Not to fill some emptiness. Not to prove anything.”
He swallows. You stare at him, lips parted, your hand moving to caress his pink cheek, thumb massaging the colour as you hear him out.
“I want to see you become a mother,” he admits, telling you of his every waking dream since you married. “I want to hear your laugh in someone smaller. Or your hair, eyes, anything yours.”
His voice crack a little, but, he doesn’t hide it.“Please,” Anakin murmurs, eyes shining as he deepens his look, hand clasping yours, dragging his palm lovingly. “Let’s make something beautiful. Something that comes from nothing but love.”
“Oh!” You face him, immediately kissing him, embracing him fiercely, tears bulging to spill. “Anakin, love. You don’t need to ask me such a thing!” Your body melts in his arms, despite no danger being around, you feel safer, better.
“I would love nothing more than be the mother of your child!” Anakin swiftly brings you both up, holding you in the air, cheering and celebratory spirit blinking all over his face. He proceeds to kiss your cheeks, nose, ready to spin you all around from the happiness you just gave him.
