someday i will be able to do this

I’m fucking sick of it

Here I am, watching military movies, wishing that someday I can help as much as they do, knowing that I’m not going to be able to until I get my treatment with Testosterone, I always wanted to be a Medic for the military, never could because I’m trans, and in my country that means “fresh meat” to harass, I’ve already try to enlist and they always come up with new excuses, “we will need a psychological test”, “not until you’re on T”, “sorry, but there’e not enough space” , “you’re not stronge enough”

I haven’t passed the test, cause I have dysphoria and they said that’s a mental problem so they won’t let me help, all I want to do is help and they won’t let me, I’m fucking sick of it.

Seems like I’m going to end up signing for the red cross, because even at my university they won’t stop harassing me for being, well, me. So I quit … I’m probably going to end up working on Mc Donalds.

Excuse my rant, but I needed to get it out of my chest.

4

Day 7-12 (cept 9 and 11) OTP challenge: Hannigram

cuz I’m still working on day 9 and I’m skipping day 11 cuz I don’t wanna put them in an animal onesie

Cramming quality still cuz I’m trash and have no concept of managing my time correctly fml.

i love bi women and most especially bi women who are still working through internalized homophobia/biphobia, and who are still struggling to allow themselves to fully realize how much they love other women!

i love bi women who want to prioritize other women in their lives but are still working through trying to imagine themselves dating or marrying other women because society has made it so difficult for us to do so

i love bi women and i love bi womens’ love for women and i hope all you lovely ladies find yourselves gfs and wives someday and that you’re able to feel happy and safe loving other women 💞

Let’s promise each other something: because darling, oh darling. I know you want to press pause on the movie that is your life, because I do, I do. And I know you sometimes get so tired of carrying the weight of the world on those slim shoulders. I know you look into the mirror and see plain features and feel roaring waves of inadequacy, I know, I know.

I know you’ve got a little voice whispering inside of you you’ll never be good enough. I know you try to protect yourself, to shield yourself to not care because you fear the heartbreak that comes with caring to much but doing this makes you put yourself on the sidelines, makes people stop inviting you and I know, God, I know how much this hurts.

So let’s promise each other something: whenever this happens, this little voice trying so hard to protect us and only winding up hurting us: let’s promise each other to cry a little, to cry a lot. To take a shower, to listen to music and really, truly listen, think about nothing else. To write about wanting to give up but to keep on going, to eat something healthy too, even if we eat up a whole pack of potato chips or chocolate cookies, to grant ourselves this small reprieve instead of hating ourselves afterwards for the way we can pinch our belly between skinny fingers.

Listen to me, please, let’s promise each other to take a walk, to walk past a bridge or a body of water, to admire the darkness but remember the coldness and to keep on going. Remember that stranger that smiled, the one that helped you reach a high shelve, that picked up some change and gave it back, to remember the bus driver that waited on that busy intersection to let you get on, to remember all those little kindnesses from strangers you’ll never forget and to remember that we, too, have got so many little kindnesses to give and that there must be a stranger out there somewhere that remembers these plain features, these brown eyes and not so white teeth.

Let’s promise each other, that, please, please, but let’s also promise each other to sometimes let go and cry and to look after ourselves. Let’s remember that being kind and nice and good does not mean letting people walk over ourselves. And let’s define ourselves: if we like to be alone, sometimes, if we like to close the curtains against the world and drown in music and song, why be jealous of that one friend that is always talking to someone if the mere idea of holding more than three conversations is exhausting. If you love that girl everyone else seems to find annoying, hold steady to it, say “I like her and I like you and is there a problem?” because nothing will feel worse, and of this I am so absolutely certain, nothing will feel worse than betraying yourself.
Darling please, let’s promise each other, that on those lowest moments, on those darkest nights, when we feel like no one will love us ever, we’ll think of our achievements, even if they were something that feels so small and insignificant, like eating one cookie less or getting out of bed, if we were proud of them they matter and so do we. So do we.

And let’s promise each other we’ll think of our families, or about the friends we’ve had and that even though it always felt like we were the second choice, we were a choice, so they wanted us in their lives. Let’s think of the stranger we once helped, and think that maybe they remember us. Let’s think of the things that we love, and let’s think about the fact that the CO2 we expel from our lungs feed plants and bacteria and that we matter. That we have done some good in this world and that hopefully we’ll be able to do some more. That everything will be all right someday as long as we keep going.
Darling, let’s promise each other, that though we are strangers that may have never met, I’ll love you and you’ll love me, and we’ll think about each other sometimes, because we understand each other so perfectly, because I know that voice in your head as well as you know the ache in my bones and the tiredness of my eyelids, and we’ll keep on existing and breathing and loving and not giving up no matter how many times our heart breaks because we know they are not alone in breaking and so maybe, just maybe, they will not be alone in healing either because we will have each other to think of, to remember and to smile through the tears together.

anonymous asked:

If one hypothetically wanted to read your Eldritch Abomination Garfield fic, how would one go about finding it as directly searching for 'garfield' hypothetically does not include the fic?

“They bought it?” Lyman asked as Jon hung up the phone.

“I got the contract,” Jon confirmed, dazed. “I’m — I’m syndicated.”

“You did it, man!” Lyman said, clapping him on the back. Odie barked.

“They’re already thinking about merchandising deals,” Jon continued, staring into space.

“I told you things were going to turn around for you,” Lyman said with a nod. Odie continued barking, making it clear that he was not just trying to be supportive. “Hey, look, I’ve gotta take the dog for a walk. If the alarm goes off while I’m gone, can you take dinner out of the oven?”

“Yeah,” Jon said, with no real conception of what he was agreeing to. He still had not yet finished processing that phone call, the idea that he was going to be paid, consistently, that he was a working cartoonist, that his comics would be in papers. Merchandising deals. Merchandising.

It was not until he heard the door that Jon realized he was alone in the apartment.

Just him, and Garfield.

From the corner, it growled.

Jon’s heart spasmed; he hadn’t realized it was in the same room. “H—hey,” he said. It would have been a dumb thing to say if it was a normal cat. It was a dumber thing to say under the circumstances. Its eyes glowed red in the shadows. “How are you?” he asked, then winced as the cat growled again. “Heard the good news?” he asked weakly.

MY END OF THE CONTRACT HAS BEEN FULFILLED

It rumbled through his brain like an earthquake, words without words. He covered his ears even though it wouldn’t help. “Yeah, thanks for—”

I WILL FEED

Jon’s heart spasmed again, overwhelmed with the sense of a hunger not his own. “Right, about that—”

YOU WILL FEED ME it said, words written in blood, thick and hot.

“—yes, I got that, I’m just not really sure what I’m supposed to—”

MEAT and the word throbbed, tore.

“Would chicken be okay?”

UNACCEPTABLE it said in broken bone and jellied marrow.

“I don’t want to stereotype you by assuming you want to eat my roommate—”

YES GIVE ME HIS HEART it said, pulsing, torn flesh.

“—but you can’t eat Lyman.”

I͇̤͜ ̭̩W̨͕̪̠͙I̧̫͍͕̤̥̥̥L̜̜̭͔̪͢L̡͉͍͍͓̣ ͇F̤̜E̤̱̼̩͙̺͢E̥̳̫D̯͚̰ͅ

The glowing eyes moved from the shadows, grew larger, taller. Hellfire, if fire could cast dark instead of light, orange and red, fire and blood. The indistinct shape that might have been a cat became an indistinct shape that might have been a man, large, always large. Jon shrank back as it stretched to fill the room, tried not to look directly at it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin, even though it couldn’t have been, because he was still wearing his jacket.

There was a chiming sound.

WHAT WAS THAT

“Uh.” Jon swallowed, hard. “Dinner?”

FOOD

“Yes,” Jon said, “but I don’t know if you can eat people food…”

Garfield sat in the middle of the floor, wide as it was tall. Its gaze was baleful.

“Right. You can eat whatever you want.” Slowly Jon inched around the cat to head toward the kitchen. “I don’t really know what it is, though. It might be… vegan.”

Garfield hissed, the sound of pain, and Jon fled toward the oven.

I SMELL MEAT

Jon stopped himself from telling the cat get off the counter. “I think it’s a casserole,” he said, removing the dish to set it on the stove. He gingerly removed the lid, his hands safely wrapped in oven mitts. “Oh. It’s lasagna.”

GIVE IT TO ME

“It has to cool,” Jon said. Garfield hissed again, and the sound turned Jon’s blood to fiberglass. He backed away, and the cat leapt bodily and entirely into the baked pasta. It did not seem bothered by the fact that the pasta sauce was still bubbling, and Jon tried not to look at the void of its mouth. A black hole rimmed with fangs, an absence of all light, drawing in all that it touched to disappear within.

WHAT IS THIS it asked, and a hellfire paw batted at a stretchy piece of mozzarella.

“… cheese?”

The cat-shaped thing nodded, still sitting in the dish of lasagna.

WE DO NOT HAVE THIS

“You don’t have cheese in hell?”

It nodded again.

“I guess that’s what makes it hell.” If Garfield appreciated this observation, it did not show it. It cracked open its maw again, more lasagna disappearing, and Jon looked away. “That lasagna was supposed to feed us for a week,” he sighed. “How much longer do I need to do this?” he asked.

UNTIL YOU ARE SATISFIED

“Until I’m satisfied?”

YOU MUST FEED ME TO SATISFY YOUR HUNGER

Realization dawned. “Wait, but — I thought this was a one-time thing.”

IT WAS NOT

“If you leave, I get fired?”

PERHAPS

“So I might still be able to make it on my own.”

DO YOU BELIEVE YOUR SKILL IS ENOUGH TO BRING YOU ALL THAT YOU DESIRE

Jon thought of the portfolio sitting in his room, and sagged. “… no.”

It grew, limbs stretching, claws turning to fingers and then claws again. It sat on the counter like a solid mirage, licking red from its hands.

YOU WILL HAVE RICHES BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS it said in truffle oil and fur and gold. SO LONG AS I AM FED YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HUNGER

Syndication and merchandising deals and maybe someday a cartoon on television. His signature in every newspaper in every house in the country. In the world, even. He raked his fingers through his curls and tried not to look at its claws.

“I guess I’m stuck with you, then,” Jon said.

It didn’t slide off the counter the way a man would, shifted off like drifting smoke or licking flames, stood and was no shorter. Tall and broad and solid, a weight to its presence as it moved closer. Jon shrank back again as it loomed, and this show of submission seemed to please it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin again, and he shivered.

YES YOU ARE



Start asking yourself “what can I learn from this situation? What is good about this? Where can it possibly lead me someday?” And whenever you find yourself trapped in the negative thoughts and emotions, force yourself to stop and ask “what am I focusing on right now? How does it help me? Why should I perceive this situation in a negative light when it’s just making me feel bad?”  That’s a habit that you have to develop. Once you do this, you will be a much happier person. You will be able to notice beauty in everything around you, in yourself too.
—  Ian Tuhovsky

The last image from Sunday’s stream! I usually do the final image of a request stream in color, and it’s usually a different topic that the rest. So we did pokemon for most of the stream and then the final request was Breath of the Wild Link as a Rito (from the same game, not the WW ones) Alas I do not own a Switch so I have not been able to play this game, but I love the design of the Ritos in it! Maybe someday I’ll get to actually play it, but I won’t purchase a Switch until there’s more games that interest me because I just can’t justify buying a system for only one game to myself. ^^’ (Even though dang I want to play this game real bad)

진짜로 배워보려고 하고 있어요… 근데 설마 되겠어요… 두려움만 #불타오르네
I’m really trying to learn it… but will I really be able to do it… My fear is like #FIRE

Message translation:
Tablo: Hey sorry but you should teach me the FIRE choreography someday
T: I’m being serious kkkk*
S: Kkkk
S: I can teach you
S: But your bones might break
T: Ah I made a promise a long time ago and I’m going crazy
S: What promise?
T: I said that I would do a crazy dance in a concert…
S: Kkkkkkkk

*T/N: Multiple k’s is the equivalent of “lol”

trans cr: sophia @ bangtan tumblr

malec-go-to-hogwarts  asked:

hi cassie :) i've been a fan of the books since 2010 and it's been amazing to see how much they've grown in terms of popularity and audience. I would love to know whether you came up with the idea to write the eldest curses because of how popular Magnus became and the reaction to him or was the idea in your head from the beginning and you decided to finally write it :) also could i be cheeky and ask for a snippet from the lost book of the white preferably featuring Alec....

I was excited to write the story of Magnus and Alec Having An Adventure and Falling More In Love for a very long time, but my ability to do so was limited by the way publishing and distribution worked back in 2005, when I was initially trying to sell City of Bones. There was a lot more resistance to gay characters in YA at that time. A couple of publishers turned the book down because Alec, a gay character, was in it. The Barnes & Noble website page for City of Bones included a review from Commonsense Media where they gave it a content warning for “sexual content” just because of the presence of a gay character even though he never did anything sexual. A lot of big box stores refused to carry the book, and major children’s book clubs passed it over. 


I always hoped for systems to change. As the books grew more popular, and as times changed, I was able to include more of Magnus and Alec as the series went on. In fact, their presence in the story and on the page made a big jump starting in CoFA, at which point I received a surge of criticism from those who were upset that I was writing about Magnus and Alec more prominently. I remember having my books pulled from libraries; foreign translators cut scenes with Magnus and Alec in them; once I was standing in the middle of the street about to get into a car to take me to a school where I was going to do a talk about my books when my publicist came up and said we were no longer invited: the school had read about Magnus and Alec and they didn’t want me there. Or often, if I was at a school, I’d be asked not to talk about Magnus and Alec while speaking to the students.


I tried to walk a careful line, including Magnus and Alec (and later, Aline and Helen) as significant and meaningful characters, but still managing to keep schools, libraries, and reading groups from throwing the books out or locking them up where the kids who most needed to read them wouldn’t be able to access them at all.


I held onto the hope that attitudes would continue to shift, to allow for more freedom to write characters who accurately represent the population of the world we live in (and represent my own friends and family, on whom Alec and Helen specifically are based). Hope that I’d be able to expand roles for characters like Magnus and Alec, and over the past twelve years — partly as I’ve carved out my career in a way where I can take the sales hits that sometimes result from major LGBT+ inclusion, and partly because of so many brave writers, readers, editors and publishers who’ve pushed for change — I’ve been able to do so more and more. 


When I was writing CoFA, I purposefully left a gap where Magnus and Alec go on vacation, with the idea that someday I could go back and fill in that gap with a story focused on them. For a long time that wasn’t something that companies wanted to buy and publish. I could have self-published the series, but I wanted the books on the shelves in stores, on the “bestsellers” rack with every other book I’ve written, making a statement about how much people want this kind of book and these kind of characters. I chose to write the story now when I did because Simon and Schuster, my publisher, opened Saga Press, an imprint dedicated to expanding what you can do in YA and cross-publishing with adult fantasy/sci fi. It’s Saga that will be publishing The Eldest Curses.

I thought a lot about what to say here because of two things: one, that people don’t like to hear about pushback against writing non-straight characters — it’s depressing (it is), it seems distant, unreal, how can these old systems and thought processes still exist? We’ve had successful books with gay characters in them! We’re done, right? I guess all I can say is that I think there’s a value to illuminating the pushback because it underlines how important it is to keep supporting books with LGBT+ characters because we are not there yet; we’re not where those books are give the same budgets and marketing and push as books with straight casts, and it takes the support of readers and reviewers and bookstore and library buyers to get us there.

I’d also say that I know I’ll get criticism for saying I was careful in my portrayal of Magnus and Alec until I felt like I’d gotten to a place where even if the fact that they were in love, lived together, even had sex was shown or even just implied (as it is in CoFA) it wouldn’t mean the books were locked up in libraries and slapped with warning labels. I guess I can only say it’s hard to navigate a situation where you fear the very kids who need to read about Magnus and Alec won’t be able to. When you meet kids who say “This book saved my life” so many times, and you think “But what if you couldn’t get to it? What if your school wouldn’t carry it, or your library, or your Walmart, which in small towns is sometimes literally the only source of books?) I accept that criticism. We all face hard choices in life and we make complicated decisions we think are for the best, and being criticized for those decisions is part of living and learning.

I guess the only other thing I’d say is whatever shitty things were said to me over the years about Magnus and Alec, they pale in comparison to the shitty things said to writers like Malinda Lo and Scott Tracey who were writing their own lives and experiences in the form of LGB characters on the page — and as Malinda says, their pain at confronting homophobia/biphobia will always be more visceral and personal than mine.

If you go out and buy The Lost Book of the White of course I’ll be thrilled, and a lot of that will be because it’s a way to show publishers that this kind of media and these protagonists are wanted and desired by readers. But I’d be just as thrilled if you picked up any fantasy by an LGB+ writer with LBG+ characters in it. There’s a ton of wonderful stuff and I hope you’ll explore it.

Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

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You are so young, so before all beginning, and I would like to beg you, as much as I can, to be patient toward all that is  unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign language. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given to you, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
—  Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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“We’ll steal your disbelieving heart!”

Part 3 of edit sets for witchsona AU

**Please DO NOT edit, use, or repost any of these! Thank you!

[UPDATED and COMPLETE character profiles (codenames, outfit, awakening scene, dialogues) under the cut!]

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Efi Oladele

Already one of the world’s foremost centers of scientific discovery and exploration, Numbani has a brilliant new mind to add to its ranks: Efi Oladele. In the last year, she’s built a resume of impressive achievements in robotics and artificial intelligence, but perhaps most remarkably is that she’s done all of this by the age of eleven. Last month, she became the most recent recipient of the Adawe Foundation’s prestigious “genius grant,” in recognition of her many accomplishments. She is undoubtedly someone whose career will be watched with great interest.

For this week’s “Spotlight on Numbani,” we had the opportunity to catch up with Efi to learn more about her and her plans for the future.

I’d like to start off by congratulating you, Efi. This is a tremendous, well-deserved honor. How do you feel?

Amazing! I wasn’t expecting it at all, so it was a big surprise. At first, I thought it was a joke—like one of my friends playing a trick on me. It’s been a week now and it still doesn’t seem real, but I’m very happy about it. Much better than winning the science fair.

How did you get into robots and artificial intelligence?

Well, I’ve always been interested. After my mom and dad got me my first robotics kit, I became obsessed with putting together little drones. When I started to get good at it, I tried to build robots to do my chores and help around the house. My parents think it’s cheating… It’s no fair! (laughs)

I want to create things that make our lives better. And someday, my dream is to build something that can keep us safe, like the new OR15s! I think that would be great.

It’s amazing what you’ve been able to accomplish at your age! How do you do it?

I’m not sure how to answer that. I just do it! I guess I’m very lucky that my parents put up with it. Robots can be messy, you know. And expensive.

Speaking of which, do you have any plans for what you’re going to do with your grant? New computer? College tuition?

Oh… I have an idea…

No hint?

It’s a secret for now… but my parents are taking me on a trip to celebrate! It’ll be my first time flying, so I can’t wait.

6

Arranged Marriage AU

“I only wish that someday I’ll be able to look at you and not feel my heart swell with such contempt.”

“Then I shall do everything in my power to fulfill your wishes…as good spouse must.”

You and me,
the bed at the center of it all–
the way you never felt like a stranger,
instead
like someone I had forgotten, like
a part of myself I had dropped in some
distant city, delivered
back to my door.
 
Our story,
a pipe-dream in three parts–
my bedroom the place where everything
came together and the place where everything
fell apart. There are still echoes of us
in the bed-frame, and the closet, and the drywall.
I keep your dignity on the bookshelf;
I figure you’ll come looking for it, eventually.
 
It always comes back
to here.
The only sanctuary I have ever known
still smells like you, sometimes.
Just when I think I’ve gotten you
out of the pillowcases,
I find your cologne on the walls.
I remember when you came apart in pieces
on the carpet, and I will never be able
to wash the heartbreak out of the floors.
 
Someday,
I will leave our story behind, in this city.
This apartment will be barren and then
it will be full of other people.
None of them will know our names;
they will track over our history like
rerecording over old video tapes.
I won’t miss you.
 
Or I will miss you,
but I’ll have bought a new mattress:
one that doesn’t know how you twitch in your sleep.
I will have a new bedroom, and the floor boards
won’t know how to moan your name
like I do.
And we’ll fall asleep
in different beds,
in different cities.
 
And if I wake up from dreams
that still taste like you,
I can take comfort in the fact
that even though you have kissed me,
you have never kissed me
here.
—  ALL MY LOVE POEMS SOUND LIKE BREAK-UP POEMS by Ashe Vernon

anonymous asked:

How about Dragon Age 2 Companions reacting to Hawkes Mabari having a litter of pups and getting asked if they'd want one?

Aveline: She’s thrilled. “Thank you, Hawke.” she says, genuinely pleased as she holds a puppy. “I’ll take good care of them. One day, they’ll help me train guards.” She kisses the puppy. “Who’s going to grow up to chew on recruits? You are!”

Fenris: He’s not sure he should take it in, but his heart melts against his will as Hawke shoves a puppy in his arms. He stares at the pup as the pup stares at him, tail wagging and eyes wide with love. “I suppose it won’t hurt to have a guard dog.” he finally relents. “Thank you.”

Carver: He’s actually smiling. “Finally. A mabari of my own!” he declares as he lifts the puppy into his arms– the pup is already licking his face, and he grins. “Thanks, brother/sister.”

Varric: He’s not sure he can fit the dog where he’s currently living, but he’d be lying if he said that the puppy offered hasn’t already won his heart. He holds it, stroking the puppy’s head, and laughs. “This is the only time I’ll be able to hold the dog. Eventually it’ll be big enough to eat me. Oh, well, I suppose I’ll have to make do…”

Isabela: “Do dogs mind being on ships?” she asks, already cuddling the puppy as she rocks it like a baby. She kisses the pup’s head and laughs. “I hope so. After all, you’re going to be my first mate someday, right? Thanks, Hawke.”

Sebastian: He’s supremely honored as he’s offered the mabari puppy. “Mabaris choose their masters. I’m honored to be chosen by this majestic beast. May we serve the Maker together, as friends and allies.” He grins as the puppy licks his face. “Oh, now… thank you.”

Anders: “I don’t know,” he says reluctantly, “I’m really more of a cat person, and…” He stops as a puppy crawls up to his foot and reaches up, inviting him to pick the pup up. He does, and his heart melts. “I… don’t give me that look, I… oh, Maker’s breath, fine. Damn you and your puppy eyes.”

Bethany: She squeals as she holds a puppy in her arms, kissing its cute little head. “Oh, look at the precious little– do you want to be my dog? I’d love that.” She giggles. “I see I’ve made a new friend today. Thank you.”

Merrill: She squeals, excited and delighted. “Oh! A puppy? For me? Really?!” She clamps on Hawke with a hug and then hugs the puppy who’s imprinted on her. “Ma serannas, Hawke! Oh, look at them, aren’t they just the cutest thing?”

To all the autistic people who have been bullied for being autistic

To those who were bullied for autistic traits, whether or not the bullies knew you are autistic

To those who were mocked and tormented for who they are

To those who were abused out of their autistic behaviors

To those forced into compliance either through ABA or bullying and abuse

Your stims are beautiful. The flapping of your hands, the rocking of your body, the bouncing, the spinning, all your stims are beautiful. I know that may be hard to believe with how many people have tried to convince you otherwise, but your stims are beautiful and you should be free to stim to your heart’s content.

You are not a broken version of a “normal” person. You are beautifully and uniquely autistic. You function on a different operating system, and while there may be challenges and struggles, there are also many good things. You see the world in a different way which allows you to see things others don’t. You experience the sensory world in a different way which can bring bounding joy. You are passionate and fierce, dedicated to what you love. 

I know your soul carries the battle scars of torment and abuse. I know it may seem like those scars will never fade. But one day you will be able to stim without fear. One day you will be able to infodump without feeling ashamed. One day you will be able to be yourself without all the baggage and pain. Hopefully that day is someday soon. Just keep pushing forward and doing your best to live authentically. Fight back against the voices of the bullies and abusers. I believe in you.

Live boldly

Live radically

Live autistically