i am nothing if not autistic and peculiar •_•

reminder that gazafunds is a great website.

All I want is a fic where Simon meets Ryland and Rocky and his reaction amounts to jumping up and down and cheering “I WAS RIGHT!!! SUCK IT EDEN!!! I WAS RIGHT!!!!!! You bastards don’t know SHIT!!!!!!!”

Mammal in a Sunday Dress explores the uneasy relationship between femininity, civilisation, and the animal body. At first glance, the figure appears modest and withdrawn. Her posture is composed, her gaze seemingly lowered towards her bare feet, recalling the conventions of nineteenth-century portraiture where women were often depicted as passive objects of observation. Yet as the viewer moves closer, the illusion collapses. Her eyes are not lowered at all. She is looking directly back. The delayed eye contact transforms the encounter. The viewer approaches believing they are safely observing a woman; instead, they realise they have been observed themselves. The work refuses the traditional power dynamic of portraiture, denying the comfort of anonymous spectatorship. Looking becomes a reciprocal act. For Cox, the painting considers humanity's persistent desire to separate itself from the rest of the animal kingdom. The title quietly undermines this distinction. A "mammal" is not another creature—it is us. The Sunday dress, rich with cultural associations of femininity, morality, and respectability, becomes an attempt to distinguish ourselves from nature. Yet clothing cannot alter biology. Beneath lace and ritual remains the same vulnerable animal body. The work also reflects on the historical relationship between women and nature. Across art, religion, and philosophy, women have repeatedly been positioned as closer to instinct, emotion, reproduction, and the body itself, while men have been aligned with reason, culture, and civilisation. Mammal in a Sunday Dress does not reject this comparison. Instead, it questions why proximity to nature has so often been treated as something lesser. Chiaroscuro isolates the figure within darkness, allowing the luminous dress to symbolise the performance of civilisation while the bare feet quietly return the body to the earth. Neither is presented as more truthful than the other. The painting exists in the tension between performance and instinct, refinement and biology. Mammal in a Sunday Dress ultimately asks a simple but unsettling question: if every layer of culture were stripped away, what would remain? Not a king. Not a saint. Not a gentleman or a lady. Only another mammal, looking back.

I think what ppl without misophonia don't get, even if they know about the disorder, is that trigger sounds set off your fight or fight response. like I think people just think it's like, simply not liking certain sounds. like I feel legit dread when someone grabs food to start eating, when I'm triggered i feel a legit like,,,, primal urge to get the fuck out of there like I'm being chased by a sabre tooth tiger. I feel so so much panic when my headphones die or won't connect. being triggered makes me feel "trapped" kinda too. a lot of ppl w misophonia (me included) also dissociate or struggle a lot w like,,, intrusive thoughts too, and the guilt which comes with that!!

Everytime I see some dumbass discourse in the lesbian community I always think of this image