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lestatslestits · 1 year
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I’ve been thinking a lot about how as neurodivergent people we censor and edit ourselves so much for neurotypical people that we seem to forget how to communicate with other neurodivergent people who would love for us to communicate in the ways we’ve been taught to avoid.
We’ve been taught “don’t talk out of turn but don’t be too quiet, don’t share your own related experiences but communicate empathy, be a good listener but don’t expect others to care about your interests, don’t speak unless spoken too but come out of your shell or people will think you’re being rude, don’t be annoying, don’t be annoying, don’t be annoying.”
So even in our own spaces, among friends, among other neurodivergent people, we say “sorry I’m being annoying” or “sorry to bother you” or “sorry I don’t know how to start a conversation” or “sorry I’m so awkward,” at each other because we’ve censored our communication so much that it feels like we’ve forgotten our own first language, and we’re hoping someone else will see that and teach it to us again (but they’ve forgotten it too).
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fala-alfredo-pasta · 5 months
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Tokomaru Tuesday
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chronicowboy · 10 days
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okay this might be a little bit unpopular. but idk to me this looks like one of eddie's very buck-specific looks. it's not anger or discomfort or wtf. it looks like something is wrong with buck, i know him inside out, i know him to the core, i know him better than i know myself and i know something is wrong with him but i just can't figure out what and it's driving me crazy, why can't i read him, why can't i figure this out, how do i help him if i don't know what's wrong? but obviously he's trying to act normal for marisol and not bring attention to it and maybe there's a little voice in his head telling him he does know what's wrong he just wishes he didn't...
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upsidedownwithsteve · 5 months
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I know everyone thought day 2 was sad and you all yelled at me but now i’m thinking of upside down ghost boy eddie who can slowly start to break down the barrier between dimensions? and he’ll hang out in your room and you can feel the bed dip beside you when he lays down on your sheets and when your at work, you can smell his aftershave because somewhere else, in another world, he’s just right there.
and eddie can’t see you in the upside down but if he concentrate enough and finds those little pockets that seem to open up mini gates, tiny cracks between the worlds, he can hear your voice and smell your perfume and sometimes, when he really tries, he swears he can feel you brush up against him.
your stuff starts to go missing in your room cause eddie takes it back to his trailer, a pillow from your bed that smells like you and and quite ruined by ash and vines. you have no idea where it went. you think you’re being haunted, your friends think you’re crazy.
so you start leaving eddie’s favourite things out for him, his guitar pick necklace he gave to you, a polaroid, his favourite vinyl. some disappear, others move, always found somewhere you didn’t leave them. and when the worlds start melding a little bit more, you catch the shadow of him in the sun, a faint reflection in the mirror like some kind of fairytale horror scene.
he visits your room one night and even though in his world, your bed is empty, he brushes a hand across your vacant pillow and up above, you jolt awake, so sure you felt fingers soothe across your cheek and you can smell him, his aftershave, his shampoo, you know he’s there.
and when you call out his name into your dark room, eddie hears it, feels the sound of it punch him in the chest and suddenly, he doesn’t feel as alone anymore.
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playgrl0 · 11 months
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sharing some thoughts that i have about nanami (they're all canon bye)
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⁂ nanami loves thighs. thick thighs. and stomachs! <3
⁂ he loves cooking and he loves to cook for you but he doesn't mind coming home to dinner that you cooked for him.
⁂ LOVEESS laying his head on your lap and having his hair played with.
⁂ he always watches your favorite reality shows with you, acting like he doesn't care and thinks that they're stupid but he's secretly invested in all of them and gets excited when you force him to watch a few episodes with you. he will never tell you that though.
⁂ i've said this before but: cat dad cat dad cat dad cat das cat dad cat dad
⁂ soft pleasure dom bye
⁂ he's a slut for pasta
⁂ loves giving you massages and he goes all out like he even uses all types of oils to massage your back and puts on some relaxing music so you get the maximum level of relaxation.
⁂ a simple but beautiful, romantic, classy wedding
⁂ nanami sheds a few tears when you walk towards him to the altar. mans is speechless, you look breathtakingly beautiful.
⁂ buys you a new bouquet of flowers every single week.
⁂ so many forehead kisses
⁂ girl dad idc
⁂ you're the only one that gets to see him in loungewear and bed hair. when his hair isn't styled and still messy and fluffy after a shower or after he woke up.
⁂ umm he loves teasing you in public heheh. but very subtle, he doesn't want anyone else to notice besides you of course.
⁂ loves quiet, rainy days with you. spending his free day inside, lounging on the couch while you watch some tv and he reads his favorite book, your cat curled up on his lap.
⁂ as much as he loves quiet, slow days, he's also up for some fun activities. believe it or not, but i can see him going to an arcade with you or a amusement park. he wins plushies for you, buys you bananas and strawberries covered in chocolate, anything you want. and he actually really likes riding roller coasters, the needs the adrenaline.
⁂ calls you my love, darling, baby, angel
⁂ HE HAS FRECKLES ON HIS SHOULDERS AND BACK. HE HAS FRECKLES!!!!!!!
⁂ sobbing at the thought of nanami getting ready in the morning/evening, shirtless in the bathroom in front of the mirror and you come up behind him, hug him and press kisses to all the freckles on his shoulders and back. help me.
⁂ he loves hard. and he only truly falls in love once. you're stuck with him forever.
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tags: @shamelessperfectionhideout @vmlnrz @saintokkotsu @satanlovesusall666 @kiirsteinn @noritopia @gothamgurl2024
<3 @ playgrl0
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utterdrip · 6 months
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here to post an Opinion and a Video
i used to agree with the idea that astarion never really felt Anything for the PC until at least act 2. but now that im multiple playthrus in and had this dialogue, im not sure that’s the case any longer. idk he tries to make a joke, but even he realizes it doesn’t land, so then he becomes honest. like, honest to the point that i thought we only saw in his confession scene in act 2. idk how to explain it but it feels much more genuine than i’m used to seeing in act 1.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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hey it's nanowrimo. i have tips bc i've done it about 34 times.
Don't edit. Ever. Stop it. If you just decide to start a new project half thru this one with all new characters, no problem. pick up and keep writing as if you'd already written the first half of that.
"but i spelled it wrong" whatever. "but the grammar" whatever. make it exist first. no time for sense. think like you're working on a typewriter. no backspace. only forward go.
Don't re-read further than a paragraph or two backwards. "did i mention the gun before?" listen - it doesn't matter. if you need there to be a gun there, the gun is there. put it back in once you finish the book.
"i forgot the specifics of X thing i already wrote" whatever. change it, make a note/comment to figure it out later, and just write what makes sense for the moment. "no raquel it's legit the characters name and origin" idc that character is now reborn as Claudius from Elsewhere. it's fine.
only you see your mistakes. nobody else knows. one of the ways writing and dance overlap - only you know the choreography. nobody else will know if you miss a step, so just keep dancing and pretend you meant to do it like that.
it's an illusion that you need to write linearly - from point A to point B to point C. Nah; that's just timeline propaganda. I've written a LOT of books out of order and just reordered them once i've finished. if you have a scene you'd LOVE to write but can't get there yet because of plot, just fuckin write the scene. I've always found its easier to establish "point F" "point J" and "Point A" and then wiggle my way between those scenes.
write what you WANT to write. 230 pages of smut? of well-researched discussion on bread? whatever. the point is to strengthen muscles however you can.
if you miss a day, a week, whatever. not the end of the world. we all have dry days. also time is a myth so u can do this challenge whenever u want.
as soon as you try to write for a specific audience, you kill your voice. you are writing for yourself. stop thinking about how people will take ur book. it don't matter. what matter is u, enjoying writing. i luv u.
play to your strengths. i have characters talk so much because i don't know how to write a plot if it kills me but i'm really good at dialogue so.
i love a flight of fancy. write a poem in there. shift tactics and write in code. keep it fun for yourself.
see what happens if you shift something major about ur main characters - gender, wealth, superpowers. or if you change point-of-view. or if you kill everyone in a big explosion. do NOT edit anything before this or after it. often these little weird one-off exercises teach me what interests me about what i'm working on. it is never what i thought. plus it is a fun way to add like 1k words.
stretch.
it's for fun and for practice. stop doing that project if it's giving you anxiety. once my nano was literally 50k words of half-started stories. just things i tried and tried and tried and wasn't able to flesh out. oops. but i am now 50k words of a better writer.
add dragons?
read books/listen to books on tape/etc. people often make the mistake of "buckling down" to just write. you need inspiration. you need to like. fill up on words. you need to remember how it feels to lose yourself in a story.
i don't have the time or space to really talk about this in this post but a lot of creative people turn to drugs/alcohol because it can help you be more creative. this is harmful, and walking a blade that only cuts deep. if you notice you and your loved ones are turning more to substances, please know i love you and i hope you are able to get help soon. i feel like this almost never gets mentioned because it's kind of a hazy underbelly to art. you are always more important than the work.
on that note. drink your fukin. water.
don't talk about a story until you've finished it. once you tell the story, it exists already, and isn't about discovery. i usually have a very canned "haha we'll see" response.
grapes :) tasty snack.
i love you be free.
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robertdowneyjjr · 8 months
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tony loves holding hands.
he loves being affectionate in general. he’s tactile. physical touch is his love language. but there’s something about holding hands that he especially loves. it’s a simple display of affection and yet it means so much.
there’s this thing he does when he’s holding hands with someone. every once in a while he’ll tighten his grasp a bit, squeeze the hand of the person he’s holding ever so slightly. it means he’s happy to be there, to be holding onto the person he loves. it means he doesn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.
when he and bucky start dating, tony makes an effort to almost always hold onto bucky’s left hand when they go out. it’s another one of his silent messages: he loves bucky for all that he is.
when bucky feels tony squeeze his hand for the first time after tony upgrades his arm, he almost trips over his own feet. he looks at their linked hands, then at tony, and he positively beams.
he squeezes back and they keep walking.
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addisonthepeacock · 14 days
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I think the thing that compels me the most about Falin and Marcille is not just their love and the glorious yuri of it all but also the fact that I feel so connected to the both of them? These are the two women that live within me? One of them is covered in blood and neurotic and biting and scratching and also crying big wet tears. The other one is picking up grasshoppers and hugging ghosts. They both feel so much love they might burst
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godofsmallthings · 1 year
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you're on your own, kid is just...from the very first note of taylor's whole discography there is this intense curiosity/need/longing surrounding romantic love so much so that it is the defining theme of her art (and her career) and every single album of hers is an exploration of the things she has learned as she grows and goes through life but every single one still revolves around the searching for That Love and all the wrong ones she finds along the way and then you get the yoyok bridge. "like i'd be saved by a perfect kiss" is an almost 20 year revelation in the making. it is the complete deconstruction of everything.
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mishapen-dear · 4 months
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why were the eggs so dirty the day before they left. why was pomme cracked. that happened BEFORE they left. they couldnt remember what happened. What the FUCK was that about
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lilac-lemonade · 9 months
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"you can choose your family, but you can't choose your friends" is so funny but it's also so
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vioarry · 2 years
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acesammy · 10 months
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been working on this for the last couple of days.. I'm gonna sleep on it and I might keep tweaking it, but until then, here you go.
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llondonfog · 10 months
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silver smiles up at him in the perfect, innocent way that children do— his eyes scrunched slightly against the faint valley sun, cheeks dimpled and flushed from romping around with the zigvolt's boy. there are leaves dappled through his downy hair, fallen blessings themselves from the ancient forest who has seen fit to indulge the little forgotten prince with all manner of flora and fauna for his finery and court. lilia knows an apology from the woods when he sees one; perhaps they both seek his forgiveness for what he does not know that they've stolen away.
there is no one alive now who will remember the boy. there will be no songs sung in his name, no parades to honor his birth, no glorious banners flown in his presence. he has tumbled down from the highest peaks of society to land, scuffed and scorned, into the dirt at lilia's feet. and still, he smiles stupidly up at the fae, seeing not the cold fury of a general nor the aching grief of one who has lost nearly everything of precious value, but the familiar and welcome face of a father.
lilia almost wants to shake the child for his simple happiness, a thought he finds himself sometimes seized violently by— he wants to despair at the boy's blessed ignorance for what he does not know, for all that had been lost to his kind and accursed lineage. for all that is yet to come along the path of this child's stolen life.
but silver reaches up, places his dirt-stained fingers into the palm of lilia's hand (when had he opened it? when had he begun to anticipate the child reaching for him?), and lilia cannot tell who he despairs for more: the boy, for the curse black and heavy within his veins; the budding prince, for the loneliness within himself that he will never understand; or himself, for falling under the sweetest of spells as old and eternal as time.
silver's fingers squeeze around his own as he leads lilia down the path towards the once-abandoned cottage, and they leave behind them one more casualty of war, the ghost of a general lingering in the muted shadows of the forest.
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svadilfari-coded · 4 months
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It's just that I think viewing Jack as a baby in a grown man's body is a really reductive way to view his character. He is a magical being capable of absorbing knowledge and aging in ways we don't understand. It's fine if that's your interpretation or you want to explore his character from that lens, but that doesn't make it canon. If his character were meant to be read as a literal infant with a grown body and accelerated development, that would have been far more explicitly demonstrated.
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