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anonymous asked:

When people think it's funny to come up to you when you are alone in a bar/restaurant & when you don't flirt back/aren't openly excited by their attention (b/c they're so nice for even talking to you, b/c 'You're alone! And you're Autism!!) they say, as a nasty joke, "You look like you could hurt someone." And you assure them with a nastier one, "I would." Your low expression & flat tone sells it,along w/ a rare instance of eye contact, you have a penetrating stare that unnerves most. Goon 1/3

Then the smile leaves their face. Wait,they think, I thought you were harmless, gullible, hilarious, abusable, usable, disposable Autism? Not DangERoUS Autism? Oh no, I’ve made a mistake! They back away, with a low, fake chuckle, go back to their table&whisper to their friends about you. About how scary you are. You don’t care, b/c it’s better to be feared than to be used for amusement or to boost their own self importance. This has happened to me multiple times, from multiple people. Goon 2/3

At first it was sad, confusing, a little upsetting. But now I get pleasure from the ’???!’ expression on an allistic’s face when they realize I am not at all flattered by their ‘look at how nice/funny I am for talking to the r*t*rd’ attention. I am not one of those 'angels’ you have stereotyped in your brain. I am a human and I can get angry, just like you. Thing is, I don’t control it as well. I’d back the fuck up, if I were you. 3/3 GOOn

anonymous asked:

what bothers me about the “i dont see anything wrong with you guys” line is that steven obviously WOULD be able to see whats 'wrong' with them. he knows what the homeworld wants in gems and he KNOWS that if a gem looks anything thats not 100% perfect (aka amythest) then they are 'wrong'. it felt like he was saying it to just be like uwu look at how nice and perfect i am, i dont see anything wrong with them they are perfect in my eyes uwu

yeah, thats pretty much what i was trying to communicate i guess!

like, people will deny that they see any kind of disability or deformity to get some kind of perfect human brownie points, but honestly it kind of comes across as being unobservant and try-hard. the off-colours had to run and hide for fear of their life over the things that make them ‘wrong’ in homeworlds eyes and i feel like someone telling them ‘no ur perfect uwu’ would be kind of frustrating and insulting. except SU doesnt think that deep so shrugs

anonymous asked:

Seven and MC decorating the Christmas tree? Btw I love your blog its amazing!!!

EDIT: i fuckin missread seven as saeran gosh stab me I’ll write a new one real quick

this comes as an imagine because I thought it’d be cute ^^ and thank you!

Pairing: Saeran/GenderNeutral!MC

Word Count: 460 (it’s a short drabble)

Warnings: nothing much, really

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Still at it with the unnatural vice audiobook and got to this bit

Nathaniel pulled back slightly. “Justin—” 

“I’m asking nicely,” Justin whispered. “Look at how nice I am.” 

“You couldn’t be more so.” Nathaniel bit at his ear, big hand moving and working. “Gentle, courteous, honourable, and altogether delightful.”

and now im SO EMOTIONAL god these two, I adore them

11111

honestly? oh my god you’re literally the purest. you cant even cause drama on your own smh harry didnt teach you to be this unsalty. in all seriousness tho, i think you’re such a great friend and you scream with me about literally everything truly watching skam and eyewitness and their livestreams together is such a bonding experience and YOUR EDITS FUCK i would d*e for them im just like how to be you you’re so talented so sweet and even if ur pure u dont take shit from people. you stand your ground and always stay respectful and lovely and wow i love you bye

i am dying my dad fell asleep in my room right now and is literally sleep talking i have never been laughing this hard so quietly hes making no sense saying stuff like “when were the navy gonna drive their boat here… i was walking with a-rod look how nice that grass is” i am choking on my laughter i might die this is hilarious

A late night PSA.

Okay, I know it’s late but I had to work all day and have only just gotten back to the computer. I’ve literally been steaming about this all day, and I hope you can all tell how serious I am here.

If anyone has bothered to read the rules page on literally any of my blogs, you will know that I am a sex repulsed aromantic asexual. It’s come to my attention just this morning that certain people in the RP community are EXTREMELY a-phobic, to the point of having an entire blog practically DEDICATED to hatred directed at me and people like me.

So I’m going to make this post now to avoid any further confusion.

If you:

  • Don’t believe that asexuality and/or aromanticism are real
  • Don’t believe that ace/aro people belong in the queer community
  • Believe that the A in LGBTQIAP should or does stand for “ally”
  • Believe that acephobia doesn’t exist
  • Believe that ace/aro people are faking it
  • Believe that ace/aro people are “practically straight”
  • Believe that ace/aro people don’t face discrimination

You can fucking unfollow me right now.

Here’s a convenient list of all my blogs so you can even do it all in one fell swoop!
@davescape
@daveslosttabletpen
@swaggie2cape
@mcyoungmaster
@greasemonkeyed
@aestheteroyale
@hisladyschat
@ridinglox
@voltaicassassino
@chronotempes
@laufeyscrod
@technicallytuistic
@halfterrable

Please. Unfollow me. I even included my inactive blogs. I even included my personal and my art blog. You can unfollow all of them. Look how nice I am, arranging them all so neatly for you.

“But I really like your muse(s)/timeline(s) and I want to RP with you!”
I don’t care. Unfollow me.

“But you’re cool and I want to be friends even though you’re aro ace!”
That sucks. Unfollow me.

“I think you’re being a bit unfair.”
No the fuck I’m not, and I still don’t care. Unfollow me.

If you are ace/arophobic in the slightest, unfollow me. Blacklist me. Block me. Lose my contact information. I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to RP with you, I don’t want to see you. I am absolutely livid, in case you couldn’t tell, and I’m not playing around. I don’t think you’re funny, or cute, I just want your toxic bigoted ass out of my life.

I’m not calling out anyone in specific, but you all know who you are.

Now, on the other hand, if you don’t know much about asexuality and/or aromanticism, and would like some friendly explanations, I would be absolutely thrilled to provide it.

Expect to see this post a few times because I’m not letting this go any time soon. Thanks for reading.

my new year’s wish to you

“You have to push yourself out of your comfort zone if you want to do great things." 

This isn’t a direct quote, but I’ve heard iterations of it my entire life. I don’t disagree with it, but I think both comfort and greatness are more complicated than we give them credit for. 

I didn’t realize I lacked a comfort zone until I found one in 2015. Until I started wearing clothes that fit me instead of trying to fit into clothes, until I stopped putting on makeup and straightening my hair and learned instead to love my blonde eyelashes and curls. Until I stopped constantly self-reflecting on my own appearance in public for the sake of wanting to be the most attractive person I could be. Until I stopped waking up at six in the morning and struggling through the day with excessive sleep deprivation. Until I started practicing figuring out the difference between people who want to be my friend and people who want to use me for their own personal gain, only to dump me when I no longer suit their needs or definition of who I am. Until I learned how to say "no.” In other words, I started shaping my life into something that suits me instead of suiting myself to a life. 

Greatness, too, is oversimplified. I find greatness in simplicity: finishing a day’s to do list, writing a story I like enough to sit back and read as though I hadn’t written it, appreciating external validation without depending on it. I remember I wrote in my journal earlier this year, “I’ve always said I wanted something to show for my life, but who’s looking?" 

Like discomfort, greatness is performative. In a world of rampant consumerism, productivity is next to godliness. But if that were true, then why is it so hard to sit still for twenty minutes and do absolutely nothing but be alone with your own mind? This is not a commentary on *shakes fist* kids these days and their magic rectangles of efficient communication. I think stillness and solitude are things people have always generally feared. We are social, active creatures, and what I have found in aloneness, others might find in the company of others. I don’t want you to read this and think, "Yes, I should sit alone for a while like this person on the internet recommends,” because it might not be your comfort zone. All of our comfort zones look different–mine involves wearing leggings as pants and taking showers at noon and writing down everything I do in a day. Yours might look like blood-red lipstick and craft beer on patios in summertime and pressing your mouth against the juncture of your partner’s shoulder and neck after a long day. Your comfort zone might involve coming to terms with your unerring feeling of existential sadness, or Treating Yoself to an Apple watch you don’t need and can’t afford, or learning not to laugh it off when someone says something that hurts your feelings. 

When you find your comfort zone–and I’m not saying you haven’t, but I am saying we could all stand to work on cultivating it and perfecting it–you stop being mean. This is possibly the biggest side-effect of the comfort zone. When you stand on solid ground, when you can look into a mirror and truly, deeply love and appreciate the person looking back at you, you stop wanting to hurt other people for your own gain. You don’t care about that woman’s ugly shoes, you don’t envy a young person’s youth, you don’t even feel a blip of irritation when you have to wait in the drive-thru a few minutes longer than you’d like. You stop acting and reacting defensively. Personally, I’ve lost the desire to defend myself at all, to prove myself. That is not to say I don’t stand up for myself when I’m disrespected, but it’s one thing to say to a friend who jokingly calls you a bitch, “Please don’t refer to me like that,” and another to say, “I’m not! I swear! Look how nice I am!” I no longer meet people and feel the instinctive urge to list all of my life’s accomplishments so they’re impressed with me, nor do I start spouting off all the biggest words I know so they think I’m smart. Maybe other people don’t have this problem as much as I used to, but I’ve spent much of my life in fear of people’s perceptions of me, because I didn’t understand that other’s opinions–of me or anything else–simply aren’t my business. What you think of me has no bearing or impact on who I am. The person you believe I should be is not something I’m interested in becoming, because I trust myself with my own personal growth. Conversely, I’ve learned to not have an opinion on who other people are because it’s not my business to have an opinion on them at all.

And that’s what this all comes down to: having unyielding faith in yourself, and thus others. For big things like knowing deep down you would never betray someone you love, to small things like remembering to do the dishes. I believe when people are at their most comfortable, when they function in environments that help them flourish, we are all naturally productive, kind individuals. Everybody has to do things they don’t find joy in doing, but there’s a difference between struggling to get up from the couch to do the dishes because you’re so exhausted, and doing them while you’re waiting for your coffee to finish dripping. I see so many people who are constantly trying to change themselves, to pressure themselves, to force themselves to do all these things they don’t really want to do for the sake of finding greatness (or even just getting by), when they never look back on themselves and ask, “But what is it I really want? Moreover, why do I want it?” I see people who want to have written books instead of wanting to write them, who want the passive result of having achieved success without enjoying or appreciating the work involved in achieving it. To clarify, I do not believe this to be “lazy” because I don’t believe laziness exists; I believe that if a person wants success without work, it’s because they’re doing the wrong work. It’s not your fault for being unable to swim against the current of a raging river for the century you will likely be alive, nor is it the river’s fault for raging. I’m just saying that maybe you should get out of the river completely so you can hike to your destination instead, so you can enjoy the trees and the sun and the earth beneath your feet.

There’s this pervasive mentality of, “I’ll love myself when I’m successful,” or, “I’ll love myself when someone else loves me.” But you don’t have to wait for that if you don’t want. You’re allowed to love yourself right now, for the person you are today. You’re allowed to love and forgive the person you were yesterday. You’re allowed to promise to love yourself tomorrow. Moreover, you’re allowed to focus on the practice of learning who you are, because everything worth doing takes work and time and care. I am truly sorry if you’re not in a place where you have the privilege of building your comfort zone, but no matter where you are in life or what you’re doing, this is my New Years wish for you:

In 2016, instead of stepping outside your comfort zone to seek greatness, I hope you find greatness in the worth of your own comfort.

even more random starters because why not?

you know the drill. these are from various sources again (the majority are from random books and stuff on the internet)

  • ❝Come on! Through in an extra for free!❞
  • ❝When you hit machines, things tend to come out!❞
  • ❝I see you managed to avoid being late today.❞
  • ❝I’m hungry for royal chocolate!❞
  • ❝Protect the princess!❞
  • ❝Do you plan on living at my place to keep an eye on me?❞
  • ❝Be more careful. That guy was right behind you.❞
  • ❝Hey. I’m not the brains of this group, you are.❞
  • ❝The one who wields it, will become ruler of the universe.❞
  • ❝I want to have a baby.❞
  • ❝Careful. Piss me off and I might shove the sword in places even that lover of yours couldn’t it.❞
  • ❝Let us enjoy a good hot meal before we face that.❞
  • ❝The king forgave those who conspired against him.❞
  • ❝What are you doing on your knees?❞
  • ❝Is this how you chose to greet me? With a scrub brush in your hand, dripping in water? Do you know who I am?❞
  • ❝Do you think she is still a maiden?❞
  • ❝He prefers to play with swords.❞
  • ❝He is your only child, is he not?❞
  • ❝If I had known that we would be walking, I would have worn better shoes.❞
  • ❝How long?❞
  • ❝Is that how it is? You fuck me and go behind my back and pledge your love to another?❞

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