Thanks, it's the social anxiety.

The American century of humiliation is goin great 👍

the among us show being a total gorefest on par with john carpenter's the thing is a really fun choice

the among us show having a gay orgy in the middle of it is another really fun choice

the aroace read of ryland grace is so personal and haunting. "you don't even have a dog." was it not enough to love the world for the sake of living in it. was it not enough to live for the thrill of discovery. was it not enough to smile at your students. was it not enough to be afraid.

the online identity and gimmick-ifying of autism is so odd. I'm diagnosed with autism and yet I barely identify with any stuff I see about it anymore. It feels like autism is being rebranded as the Silly Guy Disorder that gives you smart and beautiful hyperspecific interests. it's not that I mind silly jokes or being lighthearted about being autistic- but when the entire social movement is based around marketing us this way, I just can't help but feel isolated from it. it feels like I'm not the right kind of autistic. I'm not marketable and digestible to common audiences, and therefore I am discarded by the movement in the name of progress and acceptance. it feels foul.

I feel like a lot of people engaging in torture are not treating their victims as if they could have blood borne pathogens 🤔

Is what my wife said apropo of nothing as we were silently drifting off to sleep

lost media is awesome. the way lost media is found ranges from "it was found while looking at commercials on youtube" to "we found the fucking workprint for hoodwinked featuring the original lost audio in a thrift store for seventy five cents"

tumblr kinda lives in a weird paradox where lemon demon is cringe drivel but neil cicierega is cool and respected

anyone considering that maybe, with Caine knowing a little bit more about the world, and with Kinger, who helped make the AI, being sane now, they could work together to figure out how to fix the code of the Abstracted? maybe Caine couldn’t figure it out by himself, maybe Kinger didn’t consider it could be possible, but maybe together they could find away. maybe there is hope. there is still time.

there is no quicker path towards getting me to hate a male character than by making him a deadbeat dad. this says something about me but i don't feel like examining it right now

addendum: if you know a pro writer's ao3 name, NO YOU DON'T