hell is murky

Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

Sometimes I wonder how far back certain autism stereotypes go. The image of the autistic video game prodigy pre-dates the invention of video games in the form of the autistic pinball wiz. What was it before pinball? Did popular media in the 1800s have an archetype of Guy Who Can't Make Eye Contact But Whips Ass At Billiards?

How quickly we forget the sordid history of chess

I'd burn cds 4 u

“they’re just looking at each other” you could not begin to understand the complexities involved in looking at each other