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starting to suspect that tech bros actually just don’t know what reading is

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It's true! Moose are so Big they just kinda bounce around on impact, so even if they were hit by like, a semi on the Glenn there's still good meat there

Also this means you do Not want to hit a moose, I've seen cars look like they've been compacted after and the moose would've been fine if not for the broken leg.

Y'all, they have long legs. You're not "running over" a moose, the moose is running over you.

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15?? More like 5.

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I wanted to play more DA:TV but it seems about to hit an even lower point and tbh I don't have the mindset for gloom in my escapist spaces right now. Alas, I shall have to dodge spoilers a bit longer.

Got 2 shinies in Pokemon Violet earlier today, so maybe I'll write? The LOTR fic has been somewhat on the back burner, but it is supposed to have a more hopeful character arc, so might poke at it again.

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the eternal-yet-increasingly-relevant dilemma:

do I focus on self care and risk going too far and becoming the very kind of selfish asshole that got us into this and continues to make it worse

or do I focus on others, as is my instinct, and risk self-destruction and more of those anxious depressive spirals that end up, again, making me the problem

it's not a binary. but it feels like one. I am lucky that this is my dilemma, that I have the resources and privilege to worry about this instead of my very continued existence. I am lucky. my friends may not be.

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i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't wanna

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The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.

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Called someone's cold-ass Veilguard take (the usual anti-woke drivel, iykyk) "anachronistic" today and honestly I think it's fun to turn their arguments back on them

"There weren't words like nonbinary in the Olden Days!" my dude, if your opinions can exist in the year 2024 in the real world then trans ppl sure as hell can exist in a fantasy game set in Made-upLand

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The reason Psych is the Important Show of All Time is because it said "friendship is the MOST important thing." Like, yes, the romances were good but the show spends even more time emphasizing and developing the friendships and that's why it rocks. Lassiter and Juliet love and support each other unconditionally without even the slightest whiff of romance and it is SO. REFRESHING. When Juliet almost dies, Lassie sacrifices his favorite gun to save her without any hesitation. He's the one there to hold her while she cries. She's his confidant. She leaves everything she knows behind so he can chase his dream of being chief without reprocussion. That's a deep, wholesome kind of platonic love. They also never had Shawn be jealous of how close Jules and Lassie are - instead, in the final episode, we see Shawn thanking Lassie for loving and supporting Juliet. We simply don't do that jealousy crap here. Lassie and Jules are best friends and that's an excellent thing. And then there's Shawn and Gus. Those characters are narratively and physically inseperable. The show makes it VERY clear that, without the other, neither one is complete. They balance each other and exacerbate each other's hijinks at the same time. They're closer than close and everyone around them just accepts it. It's just the way those two dumb boys are and no one is going to try to get between that. And then, of course, SO many friendships develop over the course of the show. Lassie and Shawn form a begrudging friendship eventually. Juliet and Karen end up bonding more than I think either expected. Friendship is the beating heart of this series and it's presented in a way that is unique and fun and I just don't see a lot of other shows that do it like Psych did.

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how does this work again oml

Title: say my name (and we will never be afraid again)

Fandom: Dragon Age: Veilguard

Characters: My Rook, Varric Tethras

Summary: Tace Mercar, in the early days of their... association with Varric Tethras, realizes something interesting about his nicknaming.

Notes: Inspired by abyssal-ilk's post r.e. Varric calling Maevaris "Mae" rather than one of his many nicknames. Also somewhat inspired by the veilguard30 prompts by pavus, but there ain't no way I have the spoons to do all of them this late so it's not official.

It's pronounced 'Tass' like sass (or ass, tbh). Title from F+tM, as always.

"Varric," Tace said, "I've noticed something."

Varric had no quip for that; it died on his tongue. The dreadfully fake Orlesian accent had, at least for the moment, dropped into the ether, and a rare seriousness graced his associate. Their gaze was focused somewhere around Varric's left shoulder. It was not as if they had trouble looking anyone in the eye before. Magisters, demons, dragons—

"All right?" Varric replied uneasily.

"I've read your books, Varric."

"I'm flattered." He hadn't thought Tace had the time, as often as they were freeing slaves and running afoul of the Crows by stealing their marks and whatever else. Always under a self-inflicted deadline.

"You have a nickname for everyone. Blondie. Sparkler. Even the Inquisitor got Stormy. I've heard you talk about half the movers of Thedas, and it's rarely by name." Tace swallowed and looked up. Amber turned liquid gold in the candlelight of Varric's hideout, pinning Varric in place as surely as it had their first meeting.

A bead of sweat dripped down Varric's chest. Wasn't he used to Minrathous summer by now?

"You pick a nickname, and that's that. But not me. It's as if you make a point to call me Tace, when my own father won't. When everyone else calls me Rook."

"Uh—"

"I don't mind Rook. It is, at least, better than my birth name." He expected them to pace, to let out some of the frantic energy that gripped them so often, but Tace remained still, staring at Varric.

It was worse.

"What are you asking, Tace?" he forced himself to say.

"You call Maevaris 'Mae', too…" Tace cocked their head, eyes glittering. There was something about elven eyes that refracted light, lit them up like jewels in dim settings, though Merrill and Fenris and Sera had always insisted they couldn't see any better in the dark. Tace, for their part, had played the mysterious rogue they always did— until now. "Varric, are you calling us by our chosen names on purpose?"

"I, well—" He expected Tace to interrupt, but they just looked at him, and that was harder to shrug off. "Yes, all right? It wouldn't be fair to take your name from you." Umbrage rose in his chest, for being put on the spot, yes, but mostly for how stunned Tace looked, as if no one had thought of something so simple before.

A beat, and Tace laughed, a sound of delight and surprise in equal measure. "Ah, you are one of a kind. I have often been told the world is not fair, so why should we be? But you, my friend!" They had slipped back into the Orlesian accent.

Varric almost rolled his eyes. Then he stopped, midway to turning his back and uttering some line over his shoulder, and thought better. "Are you all right, Tace?"

Tace was, of course, mildly offended at the implication that they were not, but then they deflated. "I will be, I think. I just…" They waved a hand, words failing. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Tace." Varric watched them leave the room, footsteps silent and deliberate, and let out a long breath through his nose. He had a feeling his association with Tace was about to make his life even more complicated. He was too old for this shit.

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this post lives rent-free in my head now

(fic incoming)

hey do you think the reason why varric calls maevaris 'mae' instead of the nicknames he usually gives the other like daisy or chuckles is because maevaris is the name she chose for herself and he doesn't want to take that from her? thinking ab them hours

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hey do you think the reason why varric calls maevaris 'mae' instead of the nicknames he usually gives the other like daisy or chuckles is because maevaris is the name she chose for herself and he doesn't want to take that from her? thinking ab them hours

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I'm sorry, is this a new thing cause I'm extremely confused. These read like they were written by an AI program themselves? Huh?

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“Update: The student who wrote the letter has been found and we’re in the process of finding a way to reward her for her actions. Very grateful for what she did”

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Dealing with auditory processing disorder

LAWFUL: take the parts you heard and turn it into a clarifying question, e. g. "you saw your cousin where?" or "she's writing a what?"

NEUTRAL: "what did you say?"

CHAOTIC: take a wild stab at what the person said, e. g. "you want to baptize a mackerel?"

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So apparently the pro-Tetris scene is exploding right now because a 13 year old nerd just reached the game's true killscreen for the first time ever

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It's always so disappointing when sci fi and fantasy books call their languages "Basic" or "Common". No language is apolitical or universal if they're all calling one language Basic, who made it that way? Why is THIS dialect "Common" and all the others are Special/Magical/Incomprehensible??? Show me even a hint of the politics, or give your language a real name