Rylie. they/he/she/?. chronologically an adult. disability studies. respiratory therapist. autistic aro ace. I like cats.
all your favs are autistic sorry not sorry.
Current hyperfixation: Star Wars, specifically the infinitely sad man himself.
Also very excited about: Dimension 20, The Mandalorian, gay pirates, and assorted Star Wars media. You may know me as whitchry9 on AO3.
Generally very enthusiastic about medical accuracy in comics, film, and television.
I have a lot of feelings about disabled superheroes.
I also make posts about medicine for fic writing, and general reference.
Obi Wan was diagnosed with diabetes a few months after his return from
Melida/Daan. The Healers assured him it would only have minor impacts on
his life and wouldn’t change much for him. It does, but it somehow works out all the better in the end because of it.
After an attempt on Obi Wan’s life leaves him in a precarious state, and
the clones concerned about the person trying to finish the job, they
make a significant decision that involves the entirety of the 212th
faking their deaths, disappearing into wild space, and working
tirelessly to help their General get better. While Anakin and Ahsoka are
investigating the attempted assassination, Obi Wan has to come to terms
with the possibility he might not get better from this, and what his
life will look like if that’s the case.
Obi Wan is diagnosed with psychosis after Melida/Daan.
When he returned, he was cracked, portions of him split from other
pieces, reflected in mirrors, distant. There were other things in him,
when he got back. Things that were not him, that he now had to carry
around, weighing on him heavily.
Months before the clones are discovered, before the outbreak of war,
before Geonosis and everything that occurs therein, Obi Wan is seriously
injured in a speeder crash. He still finds his way to the front lines
and the galaxy is better for it.
Obi Wan realizes he’s quite forgotten to tell the troopers he doesn’t
eat by mouth. Surely this will not come back to haunt him later (said no
one ever).
Obi Wan assumed the joint paint was part of getting older, of using his
saber for endless hours while fighting a war in exhausting conditions.
He certainly didn’t think there was anything else going on.
An unexpected complication throws a wrench into the chronic illness
Obi Wan has been coping with for years. Further complications arise,
naturally, because nothing in his life can be easy.
The really funny thing about Data playing poker with the rest of the senior staff is that, like… with the way his brain works he’s constantly aware of numbers and calculating probability but he would also know that counting cards is against the rules so does he just try to ignore it. Does he pretend not to. Can he like actively choose to discard that information as it comes in so he just forgets every .005 seconds
Data trying his absolute hardest not to accidentally rain man his coworkers. I’m autistic I can make that joke. Data sitting there not so much “playing poker” as “playing playing poker,” as in, doing his best approximation of a human playing poker. He has an algorithm figured out for it. Semi-random to appear more natural, like how his blinking is timed. He is having fun btw. Data loves playing humans
He isn’t trying to win at poker he’s trying to win at being in a social situation & he has found that people like it more when they win a certain percentage of the time. The game Data’s playing in his head is not the same as the game everyone else is playing
That’s like saying “will I find atoms” or wanting a blanket in a crowd of threads, stop looking!!! It’s already everywhere around you, and even better you are a machine built to produce love! Pet cats, make tea, cry during sad movies! Stop waiting for someone else to make art for you when you already have a paintbrush!!!
periodically people respond to this saying that their cat is difficult to pick up, due to size or pointiness. i just wanted to clarify that I never said that all cats were easy to pick up, nor that picking up every cat is a good idea. my simple belief is just that you Can pick up cats. if you try. what happens next is not my concern.
A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.
It’s years before anyone explains it to him.
People keep gifting him robes with long white birds on them.
The fun thing is he would understand why people were getting him outfits with storks on them. That’s a word, it’s his name, straightforward. All the humans get him the same gag gift, but like, they’re putting effort in at least. This is a genuinely nice outfit. Stork will be a walking zero-effort pun sometimes, rather than waste a perfectly fine robe.
It’s fine. This is a readily comprehensible human illogic. Exactly the kind of thing he expected from moving to Earth.
Six years in he finds out about the stork bringing babies.
Stork has a good long meditation session about this myth, his name, his job, the outfits, the whole shebang (or whatever Vulcan concept is the equivalent).
And he decides he’s honored by it, in a humanly illogical way.
The humans are asking him to do what is after all his job, and specifically requesting him for the joy his name brings them on top of an already agreeable and satisfying task. He has no objection to engendering positive emotions in others. Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so happiness must logically slow it down.
Plus, Vulcans of his generation love puns. There were two decades of punning competitions in colleges across the planet. So when he realizes that he is a walking zero-effort pun, and that the humans also love the pun, he is all for it. He is the Joe Cool of the entire Vulcan population in his city.
And via this pun, the humans are including him in a cherished and traditional myth, by casting him as the literal bringer of life and the expander of families.
There’s no downside. Stork wears his robes, pins, keychains, and other bird-related tchotchkes with genuine pride.
YES IT’S BACK ON MY DASH AT LAST
For real though working together with some human social workers, a Vulcan would be an excellent caretaker for children in an adoption center.
Child has a meltdown? Imagine Stork, perfectly calm and unbothered, approaching the kid and saying “You appear quite upset, Eliza. If you would please allow me to relocate you to the ‘bean-bag-chair,’ we can discuss the source of your distress.”
A Vulcan educated in medicine and child psychology would be endlessly patient with a kid with behavioral issues. Stork wouldn’t get or upset or frustrated. After all, these are children with medical and psychological conditions. It would be illogical to blame the child or to not treat them with the appropriate care.
Even if the a little one was having a bad day or was just overtired, Stork wouldn’t get angry. He might even be a calming presence. Any new kids acting out would learn real quick that they’d have better luck trying to arm-wrestle a Klingon than get a rise out of Stork.
Not only that, Vulcans live much longer than humans. Imagine Stork looking virtually unchanged as decades pass. Kids he’d helped years ago would turn up fully grown, maybe there to adopt their own kids, and run into Stork, looking almost exactly as they remember him.
And he’d probably remember them too. “Welcome back, Eliza.”
“…Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so logically happiness must slow it down…”
I love how you draw quinlan. I fully support him running around and gossiping about the shenanigans he and obi wan got up to in their youth. Fully in the quinlan yelling at obi wan "YOU USED TO BE FUN BEFORE YOU GOT A PADAWAN" before leaning over to baby/adult Anakin"I don't actually blame you, I just like watching him get defensive about you when his usual setting is whining about whatever insane thing you've done. I like your style kid. Whereas Anakin is just looking up at him with Steven Universe star eyes.
It's like when your uncle comes over and starts spilling the tea about all the crazy thing he and your uptight mom got up to...that's the vibe I'm going for here.
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