I bet barely even like half of the ten billion kids watching the new digital circus episode recognized the shoutout in it

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

Yes I’ll invite this upon my blog

ask game time!

not even a bingo smh

the partner review is in. turns out I have severe amnesia (who'd have thought)

callout under the cut HSHSH

Reblogging because this is so fucking funny and relatable and you got called out, my dude (gender-neutral) /I am laughing so fucking hard omg

-host

Those two "?" squares are because they're both close but just barely miss the mark. Have written several stories not necessarily relating to suppressed memories, but that did involve characters having prophetic dreams, a "mindscape" that functions similar to an inner world, or superhuman abilities based on emotions or affected by their mental state. And we were never a theater kid - but we used to come out of DJ performances, D&D sessions and other such things, with no memory of what we were just doing and no idea why we were good at it. Dissociative disorders can be pretty wild - Terry

really surprised i have of yet to see this reading of laios' and toshiro's relationship before tbh

sharing some good tags from folks that elaborate on this well:

and not to put a finer point on it, but the likely reason why we haven't seen this take previously:

After seeing the latest episode, we've reconsidered things a bit. Just for some context; we have read the manga, but having a Dissociative Disorder means our memories of it are fragmented, and it's harder to grasp it's nuance months after the fact. Honestly I think the fandom did Toshiro dirty, but there's likewise nothing wrong with sympathizing with the autistic-coded Laios. I think, or at least hope, that after their fight they both come away from it understanding each other better. They're both hurting each other, as inherently flawed human being tend to do, by circumstances beyond their control. One of them can't help it because of cultural conditioning, the other can't help it because of (heavy coded) autism. Both readings can be equally correct because Ryoko Kui is Japanese and is more than likely autistic herself. As an autistic system, we see a lot of ourselves in her writing - in ways that allistic people never have to think about, because these issues simply don't affect them. For evidence of this, try checking out of of her "Daydream Hour" sketch pages (feat. Falin having sensory issues with clothes) or her work "Terrarium In Drawer", which has a short story about a young man trying to navigate an ordinary conversation like it's a rhythm game. But anyway; it's been an interesting insight into how the specific experience of being autistic in Japanese society must feel. Twitter OP is correct; you are expected to know a billion different social cues, and it does punish both sides, but knowing Kui is (more than likely) autistic adds another layer to this. Through Toshiro, Kui-san seems to aim to try and understand the frustrations of her peers. This, I think, is less representative of the interactions between the Well-Meaning Foreigner and the Dignified Japanese Noble - and more how a friendly autistic person acts when they don't bother to mask, running head-first into the rigid, highly conformist expectations of Japanese society.

Whatever your personal conclusion, though? The fact that an interaction between two characters - one of whom actually doesn't get much overall screentime - can say so much and have so many ways to interpret subtext is a testament to Kui's writing skills.

a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints

I have so much trauma about this, that all those friendly like "your friends don't hate you, they're just busy!" posts honestly grate on my nerves at this point.

Because like, yeah, sometimes they do hate you. Sometimes you're fighting for your fucking life, masking so hard so you have no fuckin' clue who you even are, and the dissociated shell of a copied personality you're remotely piloting manages to make some friends.

But then they start seeing all the cracks in your facade. You're not really like them. You're just several raccoons in an extremely ill fitting skin suit and they find your chittering off putting.

But our society has no script for that. So they just pretend to like you. And you just pretend to be the person they could like. And on some level everyone knows we're all pretending and everyone hates it, but no one says anything.

And then school ends and you drift apart and that happens at least two or three times while your brain is still solidifying shit, and at some point you just start to believe that You're bad at making friends.

When in reality, you were never given a chance to be who you are to attract the kinda folks who would actually enjoy being your friend in the first place.

So yeah, what OP said, bottom fucking tier.