this years girl

i keep thinking about whether upon hearing about darla's pregnancy some vampires like... started using protection again

i don’t use “special interest” for myself anymore because i think it unnecessarily pathologizes passion and further alienates the experiences of autistic people from “normative” society — most people have areas of passion, only pathologized people have their areas of passion viewed as marks of disorder — and also because i think flapping my hands and shaking when i see particularly inventive fashion design is the only appropriate response and everyone else is underreacting

tumblr is kind of cool as a platform. i like that it's semi-anonymous and at the same time personality driven rather than "communities" (I think this is actually a bad term for what e.g. subreddits actually are) driven. it's a little gamefied but not to the extent that other platforms are. it's longform blogging so it tends to be better than just-the-quips platforms like twitter in terms of content. and it's not photo/video based so you can actually be somewhat private and both the ugly and the beautiful have relatively equal opportunity. i think it's both what makes it kind of special and unpopular.

[recommending something i sincerely love] ok so the thing about it is it kinda sucks

I don't need the chatgpt random algorithm to write emails for me because I already have a custom and 100% flawless algorithm called "writing the exact same three emails with the names changed"

"but op I work in an office I have to write way more emails than you" well that's your fault for working in an office i got nothing to do with that

to everyone who wants help with emails: go through the notes of this post. there are ideas I've never thought of and plenty of scripts for all kinds of situations/jobs

does the body ALWAYS have to keep the score? maybe we could just have a friendly game this time. maybe we can just have fun without putting numbers on it

happy disability pride month to mean cripples, nasty addicts, people with down syndrome who arent nice and talk constant shit, wheelchair users that WILL run you over, autists that dont care and arent about to pretend to, people who lie to their psychiatrists, people that sit on the floor in public places with no benches, amputees that lie profusely about "what happened"; to the "noncompliant", the "drug seeking", the "mean", the "difficult" and the "undeserving", and so on and so forth, i love us all and we deserve the world actually mwah mwah

i think there are a lot of girls who should put time into understanding how similar the mechanisms of transmisogyny and sanism are

if i move, look, stare, think, or open my mouth in what others see as "the wrong way", they will tell their friends that they're "just getting uncomfortable vibes" from me and i creep them out too much to be able to stand my horrible form. i have to place a falsified version of myself, more deeply than masking, into every interaction i have, because the true version is unacceptably incoherent, strange, and deviant. i will never know where someone else's good will ends and their fear begins. every relationship i have is held on the stakes of people understanding that my worst behaviors are out of my control. i am always walking a tightrope without a harness, praying that no one will ruin my balance.

just like with transmisogyny, other insane people arent always safe, either. there's always the risk that i'll be the person they want to prove they're not. that my incoherency, my inability to string together sentences that haven't been filtered through a poetic lens, the impossibility of understanding every word that leaves my mouth, is the monster that their own insanity manages to avoid making them. im one of the least functionally crazy women that i know, and i try to not be ashamed of that as much as i can, but there's also the sword of damocles that hangs over my head in the form of "how long until people get sick of this?"

thank you all for seeing me

look upon my sons and despair

So many "I was born too late" takes are actually "I was born poor" like I'm sure you WOULD have loved whatever historical quirk you're talking about, but sadly you would not have been allowed to do that. You would have died in a coal mine aged 13.

I love seasonal fruits they're like girl we're back lol

people in fanfiction are so good at identifying v specific smells. I literally struggle to identify vanilla when I’m sniffing a candle labelled “VANILLA” how are these kids getting woodsmoke, rain, mint, and a whiff of byronic despair from a fuckin tshirt

Once I read a fic where they were like “he tasted like” and I’m expecting the typical formula (1 cooking ingredient + 1 natural phenomenon + “something uniquely [character name]”) but instead they said “he tasted like mouth” and it was one of the greatest fic moments of my life

*if ur on moble screenshot it