#idiosyncrasies

In 105, Stede advises gently that this is ‘not really the crowd for ‘skull talk’, and ‘eye-gouging’ but doesn’t criticise the story or action itself. Rather, it’s the wrong context being it’s a ship full of French aristocrats.

Similarly, in 108, Ed suggests ‘this crowd’ i.e. pirates, as not being suitable for an insane foliage field trip, but doesn’t criticise the idea itself.

Stede and Ed also operate outside of the group in question. Stede doesn’t align himself with the aristocrats by saying he doesn’t like the anecdote. Likewise, Ed talks as an observer of the Revenge crew in suggesting they might enjoy a different activity (which Jack supplies - yardies). Ed’s not into insane foliage either as demonstrated openly in 107; but when not in that environment directly, he’s able to be much more diplomatic with Stede. He doesn’t mock Stede’s suggestion and seems to find it extremely endearing because it’s so left-field, so Stede.

And I think part of why they’re so patient with the other in navigating social mores is because they don’t come naturally to Stede or Ed. Stede certainly will have had to learn social codes carefully presenting often as neurodiverse. Even he struggles to fit in with the toffs, ending the evening outside, before weaponising his knowledge against them.

It’s less clear the extent to which Ed had to ‘learn pirate behaviour’, but it’s unlikely it came naturally knowing the soft-natured boy Ed was. Ed is a quick study though and would’ve learned how to fit into the world of toxic masculinity because he had to. But it’s not who he is (and it’s killing him slowly), which is why he is able to detach and comment on behaviours in a way Jack never could.

I mean, doesn't everyone want to belong somewhere where no-one judges you because of your idiosyncrasies? Like you can be the straightest of straights (or at least think you are) and still have some "weird little hobby" you don't dare to tell your friends about because you're afraid they might judge you. Ofmd shows you're probably not alone and if you open up about your idiosyncrasies you might encourage others to share theirs with you.

Also talking about feelings should be encouraged anyway. Like all the time. So many problems could be resolved of people knew how to properly talk to each other.

When I come across content I don’t particularly like, or that makes me feel down somehow, I usually ignore it. But if it shows up again in my feed, and escapes my filtered content, I (very quietly) block the op.

(Now, pay attention: because I - me personally - don’t care for certain content, doesn’t mean the value of the content itself is bad. It just means what I said: I don’t like it, doesn’t make me feel good, and I don’t wanna se it. Me. Personally. I have the right to not wanna be exposed or engage in certain stuff due to a personal judgement of taste. - sorry for the spelling out for the 5yos in the back, but there are some tumblr users here who love to misinterpret what I say.)

So if someone suddenly can’t see my content anymore, it’s probably just that. Nothing personal. I just curate my tumblr experience cause I come here to have a cozy time. I also try to filter tags so I don’t have to blatantly block people, but sometimes I end up having to.

Gray has always been *warm* to me. Its most ideal form is heavy and thick and mid-range darkness, preferably with hints of brown or yellow undertones. Gray is smog and wolf-fur and volcanic ash; particular shades of clay-mud can be gray, flint stone can be gray. Gray is something unsettling slowly bubbling in a witch's cauldron.

Grey is light and thin and cool. It is mist and stormcloud - but not the ones at sunset or the ones tinted by tornado green or windblown desert dust - it is shining ripples in rain-puddles, certain silks, the least organic and messy-looking part of the oyster-shell beneath its pearl, slightly bluish rough rock veined with pale crystal or bearing the shimmering trails of recent snail-slime.

I want *precision,* I want the weight of meaning in a word - a vowel-shift as code for a literal change of shade just feels so elegant.