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When the post goes triple platinum in the mutual circle and you have to scroll past the same thing seven times in a row

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she's too powerful to be left alive i think
she's always like "oh no i'm just being attentive haha" like this isn't some Sherlock Holmes shit
?????
Don't get me wrong, I understand the tropes, I know I'm the villain here. I'm the mean, angry, spiteful one, who desires victory so deeply that she'll rage and cry and sacrifice rest and health just to get a little stronger. She's all happy and smiley and just excited to see me improve, and I respond to it with annoyance and frustration. The pursuit of strength, not for its own sake, but explicitly for revenge. If this were an anime I'd be emanating with dark powers, I know that. And I know she knows that. Tokusatsu nerd ass.
And I don't care. I'll be the villain. I'm fine with it. Draw me with purple smoke around me or whatever. Give me glowing red eyes. I welcome it.
I have to tear that perfect little angel down from the heavens, and rub her face into the dirt.
It's what I need.
americans are like i was gifted child but also i didnt learn other countries existed until i was 35 years old
making this post ruined my life

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dont call things 'schizo'
dont call things 'schizo'
dont call things 'schizo'
dont call things 'schizo'
dont call things 'schizo'

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bitch what the fuck is "empathy" what do you mean you "sense people's emotions as if they were your own" that sounds fake as fuck. like telepathy?? you are trying to sell me snake oil. do you mean sympathy. do you mean understanding why someone would feel the way they do and being able to sympathize. no??? fuck off then. magic isnt real dude
*producer about to make one of the worst seasons of television ever put to screen* surely writing purely in reaction to what the fans are saying on twitter will work out great for us this time
>‘this thing is too generic and tropey’
>look inside
>forefather of that genre
god she's insufferable
reading about the participation of children in rituals as a form of play in ancient greece and came across an incredibly charming story from julius pollux's onomasticon where a flood prevented the adults from reaching a sanctuary to sacrifice a ram to heracles, and the children solved the problem by....sticking a bunch of sticks in an apple to give it "legs" and "horns" and offering it as a sacrifice instead. it's such a charming thought and i can perfectly picture kids these days also pretending at sacrificing an apple "goat" at recess
catch me on the playground playing sacrifices

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Noticed a trend at my last autism support meetup... Are you autistic and do you like alcohol?
Autistic and like alcohol
Autistic and dislike alcohol
Not autistic and like alcohol
Not autistic and dislike alcohol
Cannot drink alcohol button / Results
I think that broadly much of the appeal of "non-human body parts" in fantasy is about displaying emotions.
Like, a lot of us who had traumatic childhoods had our emotional responses beaten out of us. Don't smile, don't raise your voice, don't cry, boys don't do that, don't bounce your knee, why are you doing that it makes you look weird, don't look away, stop doing that, don't make any noises, and stop moving your hands like that.
Gradually, you become a statue. Immaculate in your formlessness, the world unable to touch you. It's awful.
And, it's not like that goes away when you're out of the situation. Learning to emote again is work. Real work. And it's very hard to justify. On some level, hiding yourself so totally is a strength. It's not 'learning how to put on a mask', it's becoming one with the mask. It's useful, or at least you'll notice when it's useful. To emote again in the ways you lost means fighting through years of trauma.
But. You have to understand. Not emoting feels bad.
Have you ever felt really, really sad but been unable to cry? Denied of tears, you want to gouge your eyes out. The catharsis is gone. Your sadness feels less real for it. Inevitably, you seek other ways to reify your emotions.
It's like this for every emotion that was removed from you. All of them not just an absence but a void. A vacuum that demands more and more. Unstable equilibrium. You have to do something about it but the natural outlet is hidden behind the scariest thing in the world.
So, you fantasize. Wings, horns, tails, ears. You'd coil around her to express your desire. Your wings would flap out and show your pride or bend inward hiding you to show your embarrassment. Your horns would be sensitive the way none of your body could be. Your tail would wag or droop or lift. Here, we see a new language to express ourselves, one untainted by the past. Escapism.
And also it's gap moe when her ears react a ton while the rest of her is totally unresponsive, which is really cute.