#ISH?? LOL

[seatoss]

This game is childhood to me. How I miss it and it's delightful design

[verflares]

(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol

+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]

btw, you can find these guys on inprnt! both as a pair, or apart :] You Choose.

[futurefind]

//tfw i'd love to write sa FightingTM but realistically for full potential itd prolly have to involve npc enemies and some flavor of dming but like

gestures vaguely.

idk man sa can create + bend two elements on top of the phys buffs combined with swordsmanship + melee + using swordsmanship as a conduit so like 🥺😭yes i wanna show off my blorbo But Also it's kinda necessary bc I can't just point at preexisting combat scenes/charas and go 'yea shit like this!' bc... none of that shit is like hers, not fully

[parisoonic]

'We go together!' 🤝

[chestnutroan]

the old piano up in the attic

[highlandkall]

[stealingpotatoes]

How do you think tl4j would react to seeing videos of how they used to act?

they'd probably cringed out or thinking "i need therapy", but what'd be even more fun is seeing videos/pictures of EACH OTHER

[jojo-the-puppy]

puppy finally has a tail (check rbs)

(he/it)

[twistprodigious]

"Be careful, my dear, you're creasing my trousers with your pathetic grasp"

[queewp]

bill wanted to see Ford fly, not fly with him, smh

bill MIGHT have a fear of heights

[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.

[deancrowleycas]

this is so funny

[izacore]

You're in trouble and we're not leaving you on your own. We aren't in danger.

[enderscribbles]

Chilchuck's one good sweater. This tag from the chilchuck fits post by @crypt1dcorv1dae had me inspired so i went into a doodle frenzy about Marcille dressing this middle aged man up for his first date in years... she is ecstatic

bonus:

and you say hello and i lose. etc

(id in alt.)

[impyssadobsessions]

DPXDC Prompt Danny's Respawn and Damian's brother?!

Demon Twins … ish?? Danny was the first clone of Damian mixed in with Slade's dna- however he was disposed of when he didn't have the correct healing factor they were looking for.

Only to be found alive and adopted by the Fentons. (Proving he did have the healing factor it was just slower)

When he gets revealed as phantom and as a hero- his brothers (Respawn and Damian) both recognize him on the screen. Both determined to meet him, some with more animosity than the other.

And his brothers aren't the only ones- after all when a supposedly rejected clone that originally had the soul purpose of reviving their heir becomes more powerful than either the heir or the organ donor- well lets say it doesn't fall unnoticed. In fact- perhaps he's more worthy than the original ever was. Where its a race for every party to meet Daniel Fenton. And the saddest thing here- He was just getting a hold of his life again. His parents accepted him- yes his identity was revealed but he's not only recognized as a hero but as a meta human. He's able to actually focus on his life again- unfortunately it was a very brief moment of relief. Also realization as to why he lived through the portal accident. It was because he wasn't ever normal to begin with.