For the autistics who are always accused of being angry or moody when all they’re doing is sitting there.

For the autistics who take everything literally and respond sincerely.

For the autistics who come across as “blunt” or “rude” for being honest.

For the autistics who are called “control freaks” for needing a sense of order and routine.

For the autistics who get told to shut up for infodumping about uncomfortable topics.

For the autistics who find it too exhausting to mask and pretend to be sunny and friendly.

I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.

They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.

They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.

They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.

They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.

They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.

They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.

They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.

They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.

They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.

The original request from the writing team to the animation team was simply: “Rhys flips off the monitors as he runs by.” The intent was to have Rhys simply turn off the monitors in an act of defiance, but instead, the animation team interpreted it to mean that Rhys performs a crude gesture.

Apparently, creative director Nick Herman found the mistake to be too hilarious to not use, and so they wound up shipping it.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”

― Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was in college in Florida things got hot all the time. But it was manageable, especially when I went on a walk through the woods. There was sizable state park a small drive away where you could literally FEEL the drop in temperature upon entering it- it was perfect for a summers day.

Right near where I lived there was a small unmanaged forest on a plot of land for sale. It was there for four years. A few months before I left, they cut that forest down to build some businesses. Within a few days of them cutting those trees down, I went from being able to walk to the gas station next to that forested area to it being so hot I thought I might pass out from heat exhaustion.

icarian task: when you have a task you know you’re going to fail at anyways, so why not have some fun with it before it all comes crashing down

cassandrean task: when you have to deal with people you KNOW won’t listen to you, despite having accurate information, and having to watch them fumble about when you told them the solution from the start (most often witnessed in customer service)

Odyssean task: a task you plan to MacGyver the hell out of. You’re totally cheesing this, but it works.

Thesean task: a task that you successfully completed. However, you forgot to tell anyone that you had, and it went poorly.

No letter is pronunced the way it should.

despicable me (moon theft)

miraculous ladybug (moon split in half)

hermitcraft (moon big)

also ff14 but separately a second unrelated time: moon's haunted

critical role: moon's haunted

genshin impact: moons got into a catfight and now they're all dead. one of the corpses is still vibing. everyone enjoys the corpsee.

neon genesis evangelion: moon's covered in blood after losing a lance fight.

tales of symphonia: that's no moon, it's a planet x2 combo