#coldaethyl

I was there with my dad, because he’s not allowed to drive himself back after. I’m going to study for a bit, and then I think chocolate’s the way to go. And I have cake. Cake is good <3

ABSOLUTELY. In fact, I will join you, because you should'nt be drinking alone, Strag

#thestraggletag#wine#that's how much I love you

I genuinely am not trying to do a “less than” or “more than”–I’m just trying to use the words I know to explain a complex issue.  Basically just talking about the differences and gradations on the autism spectrum.  

For me at least, there’s even a difference between “high functioning” autism (note the quotes) and Asperger’s.  

I tend to not think it is, but I’ve seen arguments to the contrary.  Asperger’s has kind of a weird baggage associated with it, the argument being that a lot of POC kids went undiagnosed or misdiagnosed with other behavioral disorders or conditions while upper class white kids got diagnosed with Aspergers.  

I’ve also seen the argument (on Tumblr) that Aspergers and Autism are the same thing and that it’s racist to use Aspergers anymore, that it should all be considered Autism, or high-functioning Autism.  I have reservations…about this argument.  There are a lot of neurodivergent people who prefer “high functioning Autism” to Aspergers for various reasons.  That’s fair.

But I’m uncomfortable with the former.  I have a knee-jerk reaction against saying I have autism, even though I’m fully aware I’m on the spectrum. I have Aspergers.  I feel the term applies to my head and brain situation more than anything else.  

It’s been awhile I know, but this has been on my mind and the boys needed a good excuse to get real tipsy before they started singing, before they started letting me know what their hearts desire was when it came to singing something at all. Paul’s the exception. He’ll sing no matter what.

David decided, after awhile, with a smile on his face that Johnny Cash sparked his interests and that A Boy Named Sue, was the best song to sing.

Dwayne couldn’t decide, which meant possibly doing two songs in a row, and no one would argue, especially with him. His first was Kung Fu Fighting and the second would, or could possibly be Eye Of The Tiger.

Paul being the rock star that he is, isn’t really influenced by the alcohol and it doesn’t sway him much in terms of what he really likes to sing, therefore, anything, in his opinion was game. But, feeling rather infectious, knowing how sexy he is, he picked I Was Made For Loving You by Kiss. Naturally the crowd in the bar gobbles it up and the girls were swooning.

Someone read my muse’s journal and my muse rants about how that made them feel and whether they knew who it was and have confronted them etc.

“Fucking hell!!” Marko raged when he found his journalsitting open on the old couch in the lobby of the cave. He rounded the small,makeshift table fast enough to knock it with his knee, moving it about a halfinch or two as he went to pick it up. He cursed even louder, even thoughhitting his knee was nothing, but it still sent triggers to his brain as ifthere was enough pain there to aggravate him even more.

“Can’t keep shit around here to myself. You know if this wasDavid’s no one’d dare touch it, cuz he’d be all over it and there’d be hell topay, but for some god damn reason everybody thinks it’s okay to mess withMarko’s stuff.”

He picked it up by the cover and let it slam shut in hishands. “Not like I got secrets from you assholes!!” he shouted, listening tothe sound of his voice echo around the rocky walls and high columns. “But maybeI don’ want you to know how I fucked that girl last night, huh? Or what I thinkof when I think back to those human years or how I let some chick go because…”he stopped, realizing he was talking to no one. It was bad enough Paul alwaysstole his Cheetos and candy, was he reading about his nightlife now too? As ifthey didn’t share everything already as best buds.

omg, thank you soooo much !!!! :’) <3333