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The caw is… familiar. It pricks at her ear and she flickers it upwards to listen better, but there’s just silence. She realizes it a few seconds after, then bolts out of the throne in an hurry to welcome her dad back.

But he’s still and unmoving. When the demoness picks up the small, fragile form of her parental figure blood seeps through her fingers and she spots the dryed up clumps of plied feathers that she moves gently, hoping to provide him some relief. He’s probably taking a nap, considering his state. He will heal soon, so she takes upon herself to gather the small form in her lap and curl back on the throne, a soft smile on his face.

“Oh, dad… you’re so silly. I was just thinking about you last day. You’re a dork, leaving me all this time. You old geezer…”

She runs a gentle finger over his birdy head, purring gently and looking happy and fulfilled. War is home! She can stop worrying, now. Or being angry. Both.

It takes her a while to feel the soaking in her lap, or the way War’s little bird form has been standing still for a solid 15 minutes without breathing, or moving at all. At this point, she has her wits together enough to wrap him in her long dress, trying to dry the blood.

“Dad…?! What did you do? Who did you fought? What happened?”

She expects him to crack a familiar eyes open and make a joke about beating around a dead horse. Ha. Stupid old man cannot even pop a new joke.

He doesn’t wake up.

“Dad?”

He’s getting colder.

“Dad…?”

It takes her brain a painful whirring to puncture the situation together.

People can go almost their whole lives and never know they’re autistic, but recognize they feel different from their peers.

And BTW Anthony Hopkins stims by rubbing his hands together, and being autistic is exactly why he’s such a good actor. He studies people’s mannerisms with an analytical mind, adopts those mannerisms for characters and turns out awesome performances. He’s a chameleon.

A left-handed person walks into most classrooms and immediately is made aware of their left-handedness - they have to sit in a left-handed seat, which restricts their choices of where to sit. If there are not enough left-handed seats, they will have to sit in a right-handed seat and be continuously aware of their left-handedness. (There are other examples like left-handed scissors or baseball mitts as well.)

Meanwhile, right-handed people have much more choice about where to sit, and almost never have to think about their right-handedness.

Does this mean right-handed people are bad? No.

Does it mean that we should replace all right-handed desks with left-handed desks? No.

But could we maybe use different desk styles that can accommodate everyone and makes it so nobody has limited options or constant awareness that they are different? Yes.

ill gladly retell it but it sounds like complete horseshit, the only thing i have to prove myself is the fact that i made all those lying on the internet compilations because i hate people who bullshit this stuff and ive studied them enough to know that if i wanted to fabricate my own i would have made this way less stupid and more believable. ANYWAY

in like 2006 or 7 i was really into metalocalypse and made a myspace page for my fan character and there was a handful of people who roleplayed as the members of dethklok so i friended and interacted w them as my OC, they had a little following so when people saw us interacting on bulletins or tagging each other they would come and friend me (my OC), obv not knowing its a 13 year old doing it cause all the pics were just drawings of her

so this one guy friended me and immediately formed a weird obsession with my character and would constantly comment on her stupid myspace pics (again - drawings, and not very good ones) with shit like “you look good” “sexy” “we could be together if this was Cool World” and would occasionally message me with more or less the same sentiments but i didnt wanna talk to a random greasy stranger so i never responded with more than a “thx”