For me, being autistic means being extreme. There is no way to explain it differently.
I am extremely human.
In many ways, I’m very rational. I rely a lot on my thinking and well, I think a lot. I am extremely interested in getting knew knowledge and in discussions about almost anything I can get extremely opinionated. I am very direct and honest. I speak my mind. I love solving problems which is why I often get extremely involved in them. I can spend hours studying for college – because I love everything I learn so much. Because I like to understand things. I have an extreme eye for details, patterns and logical connections. I am very analytical and I love analyzing – I can focus so perfectly on it that it almost feels like I never think anything else. I am philosophical, I like taking many and different approaches. I rather collect and connect the details myself than see the whole picture. I think extremely often about myself and analyze me and my behavior a
lot. I talk to others about it and take their opinions into account. I
try to learn about myself and improve through that. I am dedicated to
take as many details as possible into account and connect them with each
other. And it feels like I’m making progress every day, even if it’s
just a little and even though it sometimes might need a few setbacks.
But I can be extremely emotional as well. I am so unbelievably passionate about the things that mean something to me. I can see beauty everywhere, in the strangest places. I can feel deeply. Sometimes, I like people so much because they approach me in the right way. Because of how I can speak to them. I enjoy their presence. But I can get extremely overwhelmed, too. I stress easily and worry a lot – about myself, others and just life in general. Sometimes I feel so strongly that I can’t describe it or even become numb. I love deeply and I love a lot of things. With all my heart. In my honesty, there is often a lot of kindness as well. I can get really involved in music, stories, art and people, even to a point of dedication.
I am extremely sensitive. I hear too many sounds and they are way too loud. Some of them even hurt – like a police siren, or the sound of chairs moving across the floor. And all these noises are tiring. Light blinds me extremely. You can easily scare me or make me jump. I am extremely ticklish. I can be sooo picky about my food, you wouldn’t believe it. And I am very aware of every aspect of my body, even though I can be extremely insensitive to pain. Sometimes it all gets overwhelming – then I often need to either sleep or cry.
For me, being autistic means being extreme. Extremely human.
So because @swishyhairbarnes is an evil monster, she’s making me pick my top5 Seb Stan looks (wait was it looks or pics?? I’m going with looks because if this was already hard af picking just 5 Seb pics has got to be impossible). Here you go, Adeline, you jerk <3
In no particular order:
#1 Smol Floofy-haired Seb
#2 The SLCC Look of Sin (plus everything that happened at that glorious con)
Bonus: arm porn.
#3 The Outrageous WS Premiere Black on Black Suit
#4 I don’t even know what to call this one other than ‘RUDE’
#5 The Double-brested suit of Doom
And a few honorable mentions because I just can’t not:
Honorable Mention #1 - The Infamous IM3 Premiere Look
Honorable Mention #2 - The Jacket + Jeans Awesome Combo
Honorable Mention #3 - The ‘The Bronze’ Premiere Black on Black Suit
About the ship wars on this fandom (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ♫･*:.｡. .｡.:*･
Seriously guys, why don’t you just use your energy and love to create content to your OWN ship(s) and characters you like instead of using it to HATE and talk shit about the others??!!! Please??!! Thank you!!!??
au where victor is a horse and yuuri is the ranch person thing
(this. this is why i was regretting taking prompts.)
(and eXCUSE ME ‘ranch person thing’ is my JOB)
Never in his life has Yuuri seen a finer looking stallion.
He leans on the fencepost, gazing dumbfoundedly at the perfect creature in front of him. He’s flawless. Ethereal. All long legs and flowing silver mane billowing in the breeze as the sun shone down on his sparkling white coat, galloping through the open field in the bliss of the springtime. How he ended up on his ranch, Yuuri had no idea. He had just appeared, like a creature out of a dream.
“Who are you?” Yuuri asks to himself. “Where did you come from?”
The horse turns his head and points his ears towards him, as if he had heard the question Yuuri has whispered into the springtime wind. His mane and tail whipping wildly in the breeze, the stallion suddenly tosses his head back and rears up, his front legs striking the air as he sends a whinny skyward. He lands, then gallops directly to where Yuuri is standing, stopping only a few inches in front of him.
Yuuri reaches out to place a hand on the horse’s neck.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, gazing into the stallion’s sparkling blue eyes.
Yuuri freezes as the horse moves closer, lowers his head and nuzzles his ear, as if trying to speak to him, as if trying to give him an answer.
“Yuuri, starting today, I’ll be your new horse.”
Yuuri bolts upright in his bed, hands shaking and drenched entirely in a cold sweat.
His husband stirs beside him. “What’s the matter, love?” Viktor drawls, attempting to shake himself from sleep.
“Oh, nothing, I just-” he tries to start, but not quite finding the right words to explain.
“I just had the weirdest dream.”
aRE YOU HAPPY NOW @forovnix and @actualyuuri ??? have you harassed me enough?? will you ever end my misery???
im quitting my job after this. deleting my blog and all my writing. thx.
Another thing we need to talk about is Frank’s tone of voice when he says “Just this once? Wh…No, No, Red, That’s…That’s not how it works. It’s…You cross over to my side of the line, you don’t get to come back from that. Not ever.” Because damn.