evish-insecurities

Not to be a bitch but sometimes people engage with fiction in the most boring way possible, and nowhere is this clearer than in videogames. Like what you mean you hate a character just because they were kind of abrasive when speaking to the player character? "They were mean to me" and it didn't occur to you to wonder why? Like, what might their attitude toward you reveal about the world? About the social dynamics within it? About their own perspectives and backgrounds and personalities? Does it even occur you to ask? Would you only have liked them if they bowed to your presence and talked about how great you are? Like I'm sorry but you're so boring. How boring fiction would be if it cathered to you

stop letting miserable people on the internet convince you that you must have a concrete, well-constructed opinion on everything that has ever existed.

everybody say thank you Marcus Aurelius

Autism is some monkey's paw sort of shit, you've got the power to give people the most devastating rip-your-scalp-off level insults that will haunt them for life, with a completely straight face, but the catch is that you don't do it on purpose and also have no idea that you're doing it at all before people get mad at you for no apparent reason again.

I find calligraphy and practicing your handwriting to be a really good hobby for anxiety. It is frustrating when you fuck up but it doesn’t matter because you’re just making shapes and words on a piece of paper until you get better. It’s fun to practice with different pens and markers and try different scripts. You can do this while watching TV or listening to music or just sitting in silence. Low pressure if you practice with affordable materials and work your way up.

the uncontrollable urge to know how people describe me to others

Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things

As a chronic "good heavens" sayer, and as a casual rhyme enjoyer, it's been really hard not to pepper in the phrase "good heavens six sevens" into my vocabulary. It would be so much fun to say, but it would immediately alienate both young hip people and old antiquated people and really only be enjoyed by whimsically autistic transgender women, so yeah :/

heartwarming: transfem named mary sue and transmasc named gary stu have had a beautiful nonbinary baby named donut steel