eaten by foxes

The Things We Give Welsh Learners: y Babi Sinsir

So I was going through our bookshelf yesterday, because we’re fast approaching the point where we need a clear-out, and I came across one of my all-time favourite creations ever, probably even beating shit like the wheel and penicillin. Years back, before leaving The Man to pursue his dreams of being a sort of professional clown-thing, my husband used to be a translator for Neath Port Talbot Council; as is often the way with Welsh councils, though, owing to a lack of money and also everywhere is really close to each other (this country is 150 miles wide at its widest point, and about 47 miles at the thin bit. Ver ver small), NPT Council’s translating department was shared by Swansea Council. Thus it was that, in the halcyon days of circa 2009, the two decided to team up and produce a new Welsh language book for learners between them, and thus it got sent through to Steffan to proof read it.

A Thing You May Not Know: Welsh is one of ten indigenous languages to Britain, arguably the oldest, and has been viciously oppressed over the last millennium and a half as part of England’s big If You Destroy Their Culture They’ll Be Glad To Be Ruled By You policy. These days, it’s nonetheless still spoken by approximately a fifth of the Welsh population; a hell of a feat, considering, but the suppression of it continues to this day (just in cleverer, sneakier ways now than whipping people’s children if they’re heard.) But it is classified as Endangered. Thanks to Welsh-language schools now being a thing (though supply is much lower than demand), transmission rates to the younger generation are pretty good; but, Welsh is peculiarly dependent on adult learners.

This means that learner books might have to appeal to both children and adults while using very simple language, which I explain in case it in some way justifies the bewildering weirdness of what I’m about to show you; because at first glance, this book is simply for children. But it’s… Well. 

Well.

I present to you, with translations in bold and commentary by me, Y Babi Sinsir.

Literally, “the Ginger Baby”, but they mean ‘ginger’ as in ‘gingerbread’. Literal ginger. Not the colour.

This is Mr Jones. This is Mrs Jones.

What’s wrong, Mrs Jones? I want a baby.

Note: there will be some confusion in this book about whether the narrator is speaking, or anyone else. It might seem cut and dried here, but there are no speech marks around “Dw i eisiau babi”, whereas later speech marks are used, and also in two pages’ time the narrator will actively pass a value judgement using first person, so… Well.

But, so far so good.

Mrs Jones is making a Babi Sinsir.

… okay, so I like this page because of the capitalisation of Babi Sinsir and the lack of definite article. She’s just making a Babi Sinsir. You know, a Babi Sinsir? Magical baby made of gingerbread that you make if you can’t conceive but can’t afford IVF? Yeah. A Babi Sinsir. That’s right.

Let it be known that this is Not A Thing in Welsh folklore or mythology. What the fuck. How does this work. Where does the magic come from? Do you need a faerie ingredient? Will the next page tell us?

This is the Babi Sinsir. I like the Babi Sinsir.

Nope.

But it is apparently shit-capable and needs a nappy. It’s good that the narrator likes it anyway.

The Babi Sinsir is bad. He’s running.

Uh oh.

“Come back, Babi Sinsir.”

Look how Worried the Joneses are. Funny how they don’t seem to be calling that enthusiastically, though. I’d have expected an exclamation mark at least. Did Mrs Jones always have a massive left arm? I can’t remember.

“Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Yeah, okay, so that’s the Welsh for “Run! Run! As fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!”, but once again, I’m going to have to draw attention to the lack of expressive punctuation here. It really feels like this naughty Babi Sinsir’s heart is just not in this.

“Come and help, Mr Horse.” “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Cool, look, a floating horse has come to help.

The pen there, incidentally, was an attempt by the translators to work out who was talking. I can’t imagine why. This dialogue is on fire, everyone can tell.

“Come and help, Mrs Cow.” “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Now they have been joined in their high-speed zombie shuffle by a married floating cow who is, if I’m not much mistaken, high as shit.

“Come and help, Mr Goat.”  “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

I’m starting to suspect the artist only knew how to draw the legs on animals in one way.

“Come and help, Mr Dog.”  “Run, run, Catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Yes, that dog is definitely here to ‘help’. Also… the Babi Sinsir is literally within reach of Mrs Jones’ massive left arm now. Why is she not just picking him up?

“Come and help, Miss Cat.” “Run, run, Catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

You may be wondering at this point if this is just… the whole book. An ever-increasing flock of floating zombie creatures shuffling after a naughty gingerbread baby in a nappy who is committing the cardinal sin of running. I mean… where can they go from here, amirite? A sheep? A squirrel? A chicken? We can hit a hundred pages this way, easy. The concern is the artist, whom I think was stretched a bit beyond their means on this project anyway.

BUT WORRY NOT! Shit’s about to go down, guys.

Oh no! Here comes Mr Wolf. Mr Wolf runs and catches the Babi Sinsir.

THAT IS A FOX

THAT IS A GODDAMN FOX YOU HEATHEN FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

AND WHY THE FUCK IS IT WEARING CLOTHES WHEN NONE OF THE OTHER ANIMALS WERE

WHY IS IT DRESSED IN DUNGAREES LIKE A LAZY FARMHAND ON AN AMERICAN RANCH IN THE 1800S

This doesn’t bode well for the -

Half of the Babi Sinsir is left.

WHAT THE

Quarter of the Babi Sinsir is left.

WHY DOES IT STILL LOOK SAD AND HORRIFIED WHY IS IT STILL ALIVE OH MY GOD

The Babi Sinsir has gone! There’s tasty.

What the

Wha

It

I realise this is not the main point to make here, but two pages ago it had eaten half of that nappy, and now it’s whole again and delicately discarded to one side, I just want

I mean

It’s okay, right? This happens in fairytales? Little Red Riding Hood? Someone will eviscerate the fox and out will come the Babi Sinsir…’s pieces, and they can be baked back together…?

No one cares!

Mrs Jones is making another Babi Sinsir.

The new Babi Sinsir loves Mrs Jones.

… 

…okay, so there’s a lot for us all to take in right now, and we’re all going to get through it at different speeds. But I’m just going to draw attention to the fact that Mr Jones is now merely depicted as a picture on the wall, and the new Babi Sinsir apparently only loves Mrs Jones, and…

Okay so they just lost their beloved baby gingerbread son because he got eaten alive by a fox in dungarees calling itself a wolf, right? Mrs Jones apparently couldn’t give less of a fuck if she tried, as long as she has some flour and ginger left over to make another. This one she made to love her.

Mr Jones, I presume, had a total mental breakdown and drank himself to death. At the very least, he’s left her, look. All she has left is the photo.

But does dim ots! Mae’r Babi Sinsir newydd yn caru Mrs Jones.

And that is the story of Y Babi Sinsir, aka the greatest work of literature ever written.

I always imagine that Nick and Judy adopt children

And not just children. Oh no. 

They adopt runts. And they end up with this assortment of animals who are almost all classically eaten by foxes, so at the end their family looks like a morbid cooking book

and that reminds me

Family Christmas Cards are a fucking horror show

Lining up their babies in a sauce pot and stuffing Judy in the oven and Nick is standing there with his apron with fake blood (courtesy of Judy) everywhere and a thumbs up like THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, I’M BRINGING MY LOVED ONES OVER FOR DINNER! and their family life is a fucking riot and a half.

JOURNAL 3 BLACKLIGHT EDITION REVEALED! (Part 1)

Today’s a special day! Today is not only Father’s Day, but Alex and Ariel Hirsch’s birthday! Let’s celebrate by cracking open your copy of Journal 3, prepping your blacklight and invisible ink pens, and jotting down everything here in the special edition so you can have a copy for yourself without resorting to eBay or shady second-hand Craigslist deals!

I was lucky number 02149 to get a copy of the special edition of Journal 3. Well, lucky as in “I could afford to buy it and pre-ordered it back in March the exact day I heard about it going on sale.” Still, I am PSYCHED to share this with everyone! Admittedly I didn’t take photos of every single page – only the ones with black-light effects that were more than ink spatters. Some I had to take [kinda big] pictures of individually, to be able to read the text properly, and others were multi-page spreads that I couldn’t resist capturing in their beautiful glowy glory.

Of course I’ll be captioning them all for you, in case you can’t download/read them. Also, there’s a few secret codes in here! But did you really expect anything less? Also also, this is a 9 page word document (not counting pics), so I’m splitting it up into 3 parts. Especially considering the size of these pictures. 

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anonymous asked:

how come letting cats be "outside cats" is bad? :O legitimately curious

this is the only post on it i could find on my blog

also the post doesnt really go into it but “outdoor cats” are also doing MASSIVE damage to wild bird populations which is probably the most important reason in the big picture. 

but otherwise its basically most “outdoor cats” actually have very poor quality of life and if you cant take care of a cat indoors then you shouldnt have a cat

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Alphonse Elric: Say, Brother, have you found the answer to “One is all, all is one”? I’ve been thinking about it all this time, but I only have a vague idea about it.
Edward Elric: I’m not sure about this, but remember when I was weak from hunger, and ate those ants?
Alphonse Elric: You did?
Edward Elric: Mm-hmm, I ate them, They were sour as hell, too. But then, I thought, if I didn’t eat them, and died, I’d be eaten by ants, or the foxes. I’d go back to the earth, and become grass. The rabbits would eat that.
Alphonse Elric: The food chain, right?
Edward Elric: Yeah. And it’s not just that. Long ago, this whole island may have been at the bottom of the sea. In tens of thousands of years, it might be the peak of a mountain.
Alphonse Elric: All things are connected?
Edward Elric: Everything is in the middle of a great, unseen flow. I don’t know if you’d call it the universe, or the world, or whatever. Looking at it as this huge thing. Al, you and I are like ants. One small part within the flow. Nothing more than one fraction of the whole. But putting all those small “ones” together allows the “all” to exist…

Conservatism" in America’s politics means “Let’s keep the niggers in their place.” And “liberalism” means “Let’s keep the knee-grows in their place – but tell them we’ll treat them a little better; let’s fool them more, with more promises.” With these choices, I felt that the American black man only needed to choose which one to be eaten by, the “liberal” fox or the “conservative” wolf – because both of them would eat him.
—  Malcolm X
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Never saw this before. This is definitely made by @rikuo-rikuo. Don’t know who translated it, though. I found it on Imgur, thanks to some friends: https://imgur.com/a/esuoZ

(Read from right to left)

BUT THE BUNNY WANTS TO BE EATEN BY THE FOX

(And she showered!!!!!!!)


Fun Cultural Info: In Japan, people shower before they make love. In fact, if one asked – or, like Judy, just simply do – to shower as they arrived… that means they WANT to have sex. Click on the link to read more. Totally SFW, I promise. Just an interesting cultural observation from someone who had actually took the pains to do some research.

anonymous asked:

Prompt quigon adopts a stray which turns out to be a kitsune named obiwan who has imprinted him as his dad and quigon wishes he never picked up the small red fox again

It was a beautiful day, the sun stood high on the cloudless sky, but it was not too warm. It was the perfect temperature for a little stroll through the fields of Stewjon, where Qui-Gon was currently stationed. He had been sent here on a negotiation mission, but the negotiation had run so smoothly, that they were already finished. The long haired Jedi was only expected back at the temple in two weeks time, the travel there would take a few days at most, which is why he decided to take a small time-out from temple duties and from being a Jedi.

Qui-Gon stretched his muscles, he enjoyed the few days rest and he enjoyed the relatively untouched and untamed nature of the small planet. He was a Master of the Living Force after all and as such, he enjoyed the wild nature very much. In all honesty, he often felt encaged by the city planet Coruscant, that was ruled by technology alone. Metal and technology… his biggest enemies. Though he would never openly admit that, he was too proud for that.

A whimper suddenly caught the tall Jedi’s attention. Qui-Gon’s head snapped around to search for its source. Slowly did he make his way forward, following the small sound of an unknown animal. Qui-Gon did not know WHAT would await him, he just knew that it was not dangerous, the Force told him this.

Eventually the tall Jedi came to a partly hidden path that led from a pasture to a forest, he ducked to avoid the low hanging branches. What he found there, made him stop and reevaluate the people living nearby.

A green trap, constructed for capturing animals alive, stood only a few meters before him on the muddy ground. The trap looked as if it had not seen its owner in quite some time and the small being inside, must have been trapped for days. It was only skin and bones and its whimpers were miserable.

Without thinking about it, did Qui-Gon kneel down, not caring that he was dirtying his clothes with mud. He carefully reached out and pushed a single finger between the rusty grid, offering it to the small animal that he could now identify as a starving fox. The young fox cowered as far away from him as the cage allowed. Qui-Gon didn’t mind, he just sat in complete silence, not moving a single muscle and not directly looking at the puppy. He waited for the fox to react.

Young and scared as the fox was, he was still curious and adventurous too. It took him a few tries, but eventually a dry nose poked against the offered finger, before little yet sharp teeth nibbled at the digit. Qui-Gon chuckled and retreated his finger and instead of it, he offered the hungry being a ration bar. It was not much and it certainly did not taste very well, but it was better than nothing, especially if one had not eaten in days. The fox seemed to think so too, for he first sniffed at the food, then hit it with one of his paws and finally took a bite. The fox actually grimaced and shook in disgust.

“It is better than nothing little one,” said the Jedi Master. The fox’s ears peeked up and blue-green eyes looked expectedly at him.

Qui-Gon deemed it safe to open the cage now. It was not as easy as he had thought. The whole cage was rusty and he did not want to hurt or scare the small being any more than it already was. Though it seemed relatively relaxed now, with Qui-Gon’s calming Force suggestion, otherwise it would not eat in front of him.

Finally one side was open and with the Force, the Jedi made sure it STAYED open. The fox, who had eaten its meal by now, eyed the portal to his freedom with weary eyes.

“Come now, it’s alright,” Qui-Gon tried to assure and he sent another calming suggestion to the poor thing.

The fox started to crawl forward, dragging his left hind leg after him. The Jedi wondered if it was broken. Were that the case, then he would have to bring the small being with him to the temple as soon as possible. Healer Vokara Che – despite her often frightening appearance – had a weak spot for helpless animals and she would undoubtedly help Qui-Gon’s knew friend.

Once out, the small being was carefully lifted up in one of the Jedi’s large hands. It rolled itself into a tight ball, his not so furry tail hiding most of his snout. Qui-Gon was surprised that the fox fitted into his hand, he was so small and so thin.

“Poor thing,” he cowed and gently patted the small head. The effect was immediately. Sad blue-green eyes lit up, the fox barked at the tall man and turned on its back, legs in the air. Qui-Gon laughed at the little one and began stroking the dirty tummy with his forefinger. Immediately the animal began to squirm in delight and its forelegs moved as if he was running, all the while the little on was making delighted and satisfied purring sounds.

“Let’s get you somewhere nice and warm, shall we?” without waiting for an answer, did the Jedi Master stand up to his full height, making sure his new companions was secure in his hands. He should not have worried. The dirty fox was snuggled as close against him as possible and he seemed content to stay this way. Qui-Gon was fine with that.

Qui-Gon was glad when his head hit his pillow. The day had turned into a complete mess as soon as he had arrived back at the council building, where the negotiation had taken place and where he had been assigned his own personal quarters. The people, staff as well as senators and politicians, had not taken it very well, when he had arrived with the small animal. They had called it ‘uncivilized’, ‘dirty’ and ‘wild’. Qui-Gon had almost lost it then and there. How could such friendly people be so cruel to something so innocent and small? Did they not see that the little fox needed medical attention? Did they not see that the small animal was completely harmless, just starved, thirsty and in need of someone, who would take care of him?

The Master could only shake his head at the nerve of these people. In the end, he had gone into his terrifying Jedi Master mode and stared them down, until they had let him pass into his quarters, with his precious cargo still in his hand. The fox’s spirit had immediately lifted upon entering the quarters and upon being away from the hard stares and ugly glares from those people.

He had not been this delighted however, when Qui-Gon had bathed him. He had stopped squirming after a time, but if he had realized that he was outmatched, or if he just realized that Qui-Gon was HELPING him by getting him clean, the Jedi Master would most likely never know. What he DID know was, that the small one had a healthy appetite. Qui-Gon had ordered an extra portion of chicken meat and some milk that he had served the fox in two bowls. Needless to say, they were both completely empty and parts of the Jedi’s own meal, were also in the small and furry tummy.

Secretly Qui-Gon wondered how much could fit into someone so small, but he decided then, that it was probably better not to know.

A sigh escaped the Jedi Master’s lips and he felt his furry companion, whose fur was clean and shiny and therefore red, white and a little black again, move around. Thankfully the animal had not been severely injured. It just had been some dirt and a single thorn in the little one’s paw that Qui-Gon had gotten rid of. Thankfully the small puncture wound had not yet gotten infected, THAT could have ended quite differently and badly then.

A wet nose bumped against Qui-Gon’s own, before a warm and rough tongue licked at the bearded cheek.

“It’s time to sleep now,” mumbled the Jedi Master. To his surprise, the pup settled down near his head. He even allowed the Jedi to place his free head around him. With a smile on his bearded features, did Qui-Gon eventually succumb to sleep and he was not the only one.

When the tall Jedi Master awoke the next morning, he was immediately startled fully awake. Of course he could remember the small fox from yesterday, but he could not remember the animal being so big. He opened his midnight blue eyes and abruptly sat up.

He was shocked to see a small human boy – completely bare, just as the day he was born – resting and sleeping right next to him. What struck the Jedi Master, were the two fox ears that stuck out of copper hair, as well as the fox tail the young boy possessed. Something was definitely wrong here and the Jedi Master was still figuring out, how to approach the unusual situation, when the young one yawned sleepily and opened his blue-green eyes.

For a moment Qui-Gon forgot to breath. He knew those eyes, they had belonged to a poor and lonely fox and now that he looked closer, he could see that the boy was just as thin as the little fox had been.

“Daddy?” a small voice questioned and blue-green eyes expectantly looked at him.

Qui-Gon sobered and scrambled out of the bed. “No,” he shook his head.

“Daddy?” the boy’s brows were furrowed and he sat up, clearly not understanding what was going on. He could barely be a couple of years old.

“No,” this time his voice held no room for argument. “I am NOT your father and I am not going to be.”

The ginger haired boy blinked up at him, then his eyes turned to his lap. The boy’s fox ears dropped low and tears were starting to escape him. He sniffed and silently sobbed, arms encircling himself.

Qui-Gon’s heart broke at the sight. Of course the boy would not understand. From his perspective, the Jedi Master had saved him and cared for him, it was only natural that the lonely child would think him his father, a person that deeply cared for him, most likely for the first time in his short life.

“Oh child,” he could not help himself, but kneel back onto the mattress and pull the weeping boy with the fox features against his chest.

“Daddy?” why did he have to sound so lost and hopeful at the same time?

The bearded male sighed. “What’s your name young one?” he did not deny the boy’s claims, but he did not agree to it either.

“Obi…,” he sniffed, “Obi-Wan.”

“And do you have a last name Obi-Wan?”

He shook his head. Well, they just had to deal with that later. It didn’t matter now anyway. The older male continued to rock his distressed charge and he did not even stop, when he felt something at the back of his mind connect into place. He just cursed the Force and his damn ‘luck’. Why had the Force created a bond between him and this boy? He was not even sure that Obi-Wan was Force sensitive. He only knew that Obi-Wan was apparently able to transform into a fox, whatever the reason for that.

The Jedi Master let himself fall back into the pillows, making sure to cover his charge with a blanket so that he would not get ill due to exposure to the cool air. All that could come later, for now he would live in the here and now and right now, there was a small fox-boy, who needed to be taken care of. Everything else would come with time. At least Qui-Gon hoped it would.

Unplanned [Info Page]

Title: Unplanned

Author: KuriQuinn

Summary: A month after the Chūnin Exams and the showdown with the final members of the Ootsutsuki family, Sakura discovers that she and Sasuke are due for an unexpected addition to the family. The discovery leads to a shift in dynamic for old generations and new.

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be eaten by a nine-tailed fox demon if you plagiarize.

Warning: Spoilers for pretty much everything up to Boruto: The Movie

Canon-Compliance: So far I am ignoring the Boruto manga, for the simple reason it isn’t updating fast enough for my liking or for me to wait and see what happens. Also, as it’s not really Kishimoto who is completely in charge anymore, I don’t trust the new guy.

One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve / Thirteen / Fourteen / Fifteen / Sixteen / Seventeen / Eighteen / Nineteen / Twenty / Twenty-One / [In Progress]

Alex James reveals country life setbacks

Blur bassist-turned-cheesemaker Alex James has revealed that life in a country house is not without its setbacks.

The musician, who lives with his wife and five children on a 200-acre farm in Oxfordshire, revealed that they recently lost two geese and a dozen hens to a Cotswolds fox.

The star told The Sunday Times he was not particularly upset by the predation, although his girls and boys were “distraught”.

Alex James (David Jensen/PA)

He told the paper: “Our two geese and a dozen silkie hens, all called Dave, were eaten by a fox a few weeks ago.

“The kids were distraught. I wasn’t so sorry about the geese – they do 12,000 poos a day and need to be followed with a pressure washer.”

James and his wife Claire moved to the farm from London in 2003, where he now makes cheese and runs a food and music festival called the Big Feastival.

"Just settle down, okay?" [IC]

Mikha joined @for-gold-and-glory​ to rescue a girl who had been possessed by a fox demon.  After he and Dato Koelklin carried her off to save her, she went all fox demon on them and threatened to eat them.  Bleeding heart Kind heart as he is, he insisted the group not attack her and he tried to talk her down instead.  

Did Mikha live? Did he get eaten alive?

The big, terrifying fox turns its head toward Mikha. She leeeeaaans in, teeth bared… then drops her head down and whiiiiiiiines at him as her three fluffy tails flair out behind her. WHIIIIIIIINE! She rolls to her side and just gives him a good bap to knock him over. Not hurt persay, just whomp, knock him over.

With the help of the adventurers from that company, and the aid of a pair of men who specialized in this kind of possession, they were able to free her of the demon’s hold. 

((Fox demon played by Lirilith Maellan / @aracelicaillen.))

He picked up the letter Q and hurled it into a distant privet bush where it hit a young rabbit.  The rabbit hurtled off in terror and didn’t stop till it was set upon and eaten by a young fox which choked on one of its bones and died on the bank of a stream which subsequently washed it away. 
During the following weeks Ford Prefect swallowed his pride and struck up a relationship with a girl who had been a personnel officer on Golgafrinchan, and he was terribly upset when she suddenly passed away as a result of drinking water from a pool that had been polluted by the body of a dead fox.  The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the letter Q into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable.
—  Douglas Adams, The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm not sure if this is a question you would be able to answer or if one of your followers might have an answer, but I am wondering why a lot of ND headcanons concern a Hermione with Asperger's - in the sense that I'm wondering what character traits or dialogue quotes or actions would lead to such a conclusion. I am 100% here for the idea, but I'm not sure I see where (if there is one) the root is in Book Hermione.

Hi! 

So, Autistic Hermione is a personal headcanon of mine that I love, and here are the reasons I think she’s autistic. Followers might have other one (which they are most welcome to add) or disagree with some of them, but here are a few of my reasons. Sorry for dumping on you, but I just LOVE autistic hermione, and Harry Potter was my first special interest, so I have a bunch of stuff still memorized from when I was younger. 

  • She struggles/gets annoyed when the common room is noisy and full, and often studies in the library instead, and she’s gotten annoyed at noisy people in there too. (In the fourth book, it’s noted she’s annoyed at some girls giggling about Krum, and I can’t remember where but atleast once it’s mentioned she leaves in frustration at loud people in the common room.) It’s common for autistic people to have sensory processing issues, and be unable to focus when to much sensory input is coming in. 
  • She makes schedules for Harry and Ron and Herself atleast once (I think maybe more, but I can remember her making them schedules in Order of the Phoenix I think), autistic people are often very rigid about schedules and dislike changes in plans. 
  • She struggles a lot with socialization/talking about ‘appropriate’ subjects/appearing bossy, especially in the early books, this is a huge symptom of autism. Most of us (autistic people) don’t instinctively know what to say/how to say it. In the first book she bursts into the boy’s carriage on the train and immediately starts talking about how she’s ready all of theri school books already. Which brings me to-
  • Special Interests! She’s read all of her school books before they even arrive at school, and she constantly reads more about magical studies and can’t seem to get enough information. Special interests are super common with autistic people, we often latch onto a subject and immerse ourselves intensely into it. I know when I’m stuck on a special interest I’ll read for days on end, sometimes forgetting to do things like shower and eat for most of the day. Autistic special interests tend to go a lot deeper than neurotypical interests, as we become fixed on on subject or a group of subjects and try to learn all we can about them, while ignoring things outside of that interest. Which also brings me to-
  • Infodumping, which is when an autistic person starts talking, usually about their special interest, and just can’t seem to stop, we often don’t notice that other people are bored/uncomfortable/annoyed and we just can’t stop talking about what’s interesting to us. Hermione does this atleast once but I can’t remember where. 
  • Also, she struggles to understand what others are feeling, lots of autistic people have lowered or nonexistant levels of cognitive empathy, meaning that we don’t understand what other people are feeling (while we often do still have emotional empathy, meaning we feel the ‘appropriate’ emotion, but we often don’t know how to respond). When Scabbers get’s ‘eaten’ and runs away in book 3, she tries to combat the problem with logic, suggesting that they search under the beds, and doesn’t understand why Ron is so emotional. The same thing happens when Lavender Brown’s rabbit gets eaten by a fox, she tries to rationalize what happened and explain that it couldn’t be the ‘prophecy’ Tralawny fortold because she wasn’t dreading it, not understanding that that was the ‘wrong’ thing to say at the time. 

So those are my reasons for headcanoning her as Autistc, plus the fact that I’m autistic and I see myself in her a lot. 

If any of my followers have other reasons, please share them, I love hearing more about autistic hermione headcanons. :)

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Hau'oli City was bustling as usual. Tourists and non were walking about, either looking around at everything in awe or heading someplace specific. Fox was one of the non tourists that was there that day. It wasn’t uncommon for her to visit the Malasada Shop, especially after a long morning of work–which she had to do a lot of in order to catch up with her backlog of things unfinished. Stealing Pokemon, selling goods, all that jazz–Guzma had reassured her that she wouldn’t have to make up for it because he already found someone else to do the jobs she missed out on in her absence, but Fox didn’t care. She was an admin of Team Skull, dammit! She was going to get shit done.
The sweet malasada in her hands begged to be eaten, and Fox stared down at it, her stomach growling in protest–‘please feed me the malasada!’ it would probably say if it could talk. Sinking her teeth into the warm goodness of an Alolan baked pastry, Fox hummed in delight and glanced around, casually loitering in front of the shop. She eventually spotted a youth approaching–likely wanting to get one of these delicious malasadas. If it was Hau again, Fox considered letting him pass. He was the Kahuna’s grandson and knew that he’d likely get the Kahuna involved if she attempted to bar his path… but she noticed it wasn’t. Oh, some tourist, Fox thought as she noticed the child’s strange getup. She recognized it as some form of Native Unovian garb, and for once, she felt the need to show respect. For a child, even.