#I did know the door was unlocked

[gay-cripply-scientist]

The bestie is getting tired of me trying to shove myself in their letterbox

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[kirkwallguy]

Was going to rb and say this in the tags but i beefed with op one time so i don't want to. anyway i was SEARCHING for this dialogue when i played the quest other day because i had no idea about the burning down the alienage thing until i saw it on here despite exhausting all the dialogue in my first playthrough. i'm pretty sure the actual word used doesn't say burning at all and a minor npc mentions celene destroyed the alienage if you go through her entire dialogue tree. wicked eyes and wicked hearts is sooooo bad at conveying information since it's easily missable, you have to re-enter the ballroom and go out onto a balcony you've already seen to be empty to be introduced to briala, otherwise she just bursts in during a fight and you're expected to know who she is. i don't think people aren't paying attention if they struggle to connect all the dots on this quest

[stardestroyer81]

I've been entertaining the idea of creating a Pizza Tower 'AU' wherein I star as the main character and all references to pizza are instead lovingly replaced by games of old, and while I initially wanted to make a set of Toppins based off of my go-to pizza toppings, I had another idea... what if I made a set of Toppins based off of the Bonus Fruit from the Pac-Man franchise?

Enter The Fruitins, a cross between choice selections of Pac-Man's greatest Bonus Fruit and the Toppins! 🍒🍊🍈🥨🍌🔑

[hballegro]

watching this episode cause its my city and

whats this? a three stooges reference that goes beyond just the recitation of three names??? Curly's gnck-gnck-gnck?? and the face he makes right after of 'god that was so stupid??

a blessing.

also

[birb--birb]

Soooo guess who decided to play veilguard "just for a little bit" and now it's 4am

[isfjmel-phleg]

😶 

[cozybearz]

i somehow managed to shoo that mouse right out the front door of my apartment with a broom this morning and its so funny to me

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Finished my Arsène Lupin collection. What a ride. I cackled several times. 10/10, I already want to reread it.

[seokmattchuus]

MY ASIAN MART HAS THE KOREAN DRINK POUCHES YJSNGDKHFNGSTHHRWKYSURQ

[takemebacktowheniwassane]

I was looking for a picture of joe from slih for my discord pfp and holy shit 😰 who let the republicans into broadway. WHO

shit scared me oh my god

[averysmolkirbo]

guess what everyone today is national coming out day and while i have technically already come out as a lesbian i have found a way celebrate this very important day

at 11:30pm but shut up

i am officially coming out as a supporter of bedehop

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 5

"I Hope It Rains" by Jana Kramer

[rupertholmes]

i think if you grew up in my household you would have put a gun to my mom and dad's heads already

[alzi4k]

Today's childhood memory that makes me ask how no one noticed I was autistic earlier:

My favourite thing to do with LEGO was open and close doors. I would get the LEGO friends sets and I would build them and I wouldn't play with them, no, or not in the normal way. Mostly I would make any excuse for the characters or animals to go through the doors because I really liked opening and closing them. And if the door was secret? Even better. I had one set that was a jungle base that had a waterfall that could slide open to reveal a secret cave. That was my favourite LEGO set ever. Just something about little doors really intrigued me.

[david-watts]

kinda getting sick of the near daily ‘why don’t you do anything around the place’ argument from a hag who won’t even sneeze in the direction of being patient enough to like. let me do things