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there is no bmsg fandom on tumblr but i'd like there to be and i am mostly in tokusatsu adjacent circles SO: my curated playlist of songs by bmsg artists that i think tokusatsu fans would like. give it a listen. im begging you. please. sky-hi is here he did the den-o opening... please...
#random notes from yours truly#bc i have autism#and am high#ahem#metafiction when it came out was mocked for sounding like a rider op#in response to this core said 'rider ops are awesome'#core wrote brave generation (my first song he wrote that i heard)#(it's also about fourze to me don't ask me questions)#when i first heard seaside bound i wanted to sync the fight scenes from dr pac-man to it cause both were fresh in my mind#it's just like a summer romance song why does it sound like that boss#set sail is a song for a one piece collab#if you watch the mv for sarracenia and have seen geats you'll have a fun opposite of a jumpscare#seito from mazzel started breakdancing bc he loved den-o#he's a huge rider fanboy and also marvel (his old bboy stage name was cap10 cause captain america)#that's all#Spotify
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Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job
#adhd#autism#Dad: Don't worry little man it's super simple! Just let me - the figure you seek support from - tell you to not be afraid#and then - stay with me here! - juuuuuust do it!#voila. my job is done you're welcome have fun doing all the research and figuring out without issue now <3 no problem#(and no of course I won't acknowledge your previous adulting accomplishments bc that's just expected stuff anyway)#||#vent#i guess? man#i don't have opinions or feelings on the internet often but man
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i'm sorry but i don't think we should call this the "autism website" when there's still posts with tons of notes mocking people who:
struggle with social skills / have anxiety around social settings
are unemployed / unable to work certain jobs
have intense or "age-inappropriate" interests
haven't had certain life experiences that are deemed universal/essential
struggle with personal hygiene
don't have any friends or dating experience
don't go outside much or at all
take things literally / don't get sarcasm/jokes
have unusual ways of speaking
generally aren't "normal"
#+ other things i'm probably forgetting rn#i know most of these apply to other disabilities too but i wanted to focus on autism bc of all the 'autism website' stuff#it's genuinely disturbing to see someone go 'lol autism website'#and then in the next breath be like 'omg look at this loser who [literal symptom of autism]'#but i guess when these people talk about autism they don't mean actual autism#but the tiktok style 'just a bit quirky but still able to assimilate into abled hegemony with ease' autism#i'm just tired of the hypocrisy#autism acceptance month is over now it's time for autism wrath month#being disabled on tumblr can be fucking awful sometimes. might take a break for a while bc i just don't have the energy to deal with it#autism#actually autistic#actuallyautistic
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There's so much wrong with "everyone is a little bit autistic"
Yes, allistic people might know a lot of facts about the things they like. Yes, allistic people might get a bit overwhelmed or underwhelmed sometimes. Yes, allistic people might not get an expression sometimes, mostly if it's the first time they hear it.
That doesn't make them autistic.
Those traits only make someone autistic when they become disabling. Because, big shock, autism is a disability. Yeah, even if someone is low support needs, because that doesn't mean they don't need any support at all.
Saying "everyone is a little bit autistic" is like saying "everyone struggles with this, so suck it up, you have no right to need help". Which is just pure ableist bullshit. It denies the fact that autistic people have higher support needs than NTs, no matter where in the autistic spectrum they are. We're not "neurospicy", we're disabled, and denying this fact is denying us the right to get the help we need, we deserve, to have a good life.
(yes, this rant is just because I made the awful decision of listening to "neurospicy (interlude)" by Jax. honestly I'd rather be called a slur than listen to that shit again.)
#for this disability pride month burn an ableist person's house#that's what makes you a true disability ally trust#btw with nts i mean mostly abled nts but i didnt know how to word it ;w;#and before anyone says anything im just fine with people calling themselves neurospicy#what i have a problem with is when NTs use it as a way to invalidate neurodivergent people's struggles#or to infantilise nds#or both#autism#actually autistic#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#neurodiverse stuff#autistic#neurodivergency#autistic experiences#autistic things#actually autism#ableism#ableist language cw#tw ableist language#tw ableism#neurospicy (interlude)#disabled pride month#disability pride month#wrath month#(<-just tagging that bc it's accurate since im currently pretty pissed off)
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how can you look at me like that
#hhheyyyyy#bakudeku#bkdk#mha#bnha#bnha fanart#mha fanart#bkdk fanart#dkbk#dekubaku#ktdk#izkt#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugo#katsudeku#izukatsu#kacchan#deku#my autism academia...#poof art#so do you guys know how ppl hc bkg having nightmares of izk jumping...#well here at poof autism headquarters we see the situation a bit differently#i think bkg has nightmares of going back and being his middle school bully self actually#he regrets it so much guys it consumes him. it poisons his interactions with izuku bc he thinks hes the worst person ever but izk#just smiles at him. like always. like its okay. like he should forgive himself too#this stupid fixation man im going to cry
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post-canon siffrin design!!!! might change it up more of course but!!!! yeah!!!!
he does HAVE something to represent odile and bonnie too,,, it's not just his partners (romantic & queerplatonic), he's got his family too, i just don't know where to put them yet :) so for now assume he is carrying them in his multitude of pockets!!
#paper craft#isat#in stars and time#siffrin#isat siffrin#isat fanart#isat spoilers#spoilers#yknow!!! jic!!! i mean it's post-canon so not really but i mean...#anyways i'm nervous posting thi one but i wanna try n post my arts anyways so o7!!!!!#it... is to be determined if i'll draw this design a whole lot bc i am anxiety : ) but!! this is a lil design in my hea.d....#also siffrin does wear His bonding earring (the simple star stud) but wear's loop and isa's on his belt bc he doesn't actually like earring#in his ears* BC LIKE... IDK. THE AUTISM. but he likes the symbolism of it all so he'll still keep their bonding earring and have his gay li#stud <3#aaaaalso fun fact his lil without-cloak design is so painfully reminescent of my dnd character;s designs :)#bc i project onto both#and they're both rogues#teehee!!!
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tw: abuse, eating disorders, mentions of alcoholism
One of Wade's earliest memories was being four years old, sat at the half rotten kitchen table, sobbing hysterically over the food on his plate - all while his parents screamed at each other in the background.
"He needs to fucking learn, we're too poor for his fussy ass to waste food!"
His dad, getting in his mother's face, hands curled into fists as a warning, or a threat.
"I know, but he's not gonna fucking eat otherwise, and you heard that doctor. He's underweight as it is! I've got his chicken nuggets in the freezer-"
A smack, and the reverberating sound didn't even make Wade flinch anymore. He was kicking his tiny feet, trying to lift the fork to his mouth to end all of this, but it's like his body just... couldn't do it.
He was trying to be a good boy. He really was. He didn't want mommy getting hurt because he couldn't be good. It wasn't fair.
"Eat, Wade. Now," and that was definitely a threat, the words growled in his face, and Wade let out a sob as he quickly shoved the forkful past his quivering lips.
"You don't move from this fucking seat until this plate is empty. We clear?"
The grip on his arm hurt, but he knew if he tried to squirm away it would only tighten.
"Y-yes sir," he hiccuped, and his dad smirked, triumphant. As if he'd won, and his tiny self couldn't explain it but it made him feel like crying harder.
It took two hours, and tiny bites, but he finished the meal.
He didn't feel right the rest of the night. It was gone and done, but he felt utterly sick, like he needed the food and the taste out of him, and it didn't matter how many times he scrubbed his teeth with his spongebob toothbrush, up on his tippy-toes to reach the sink, the taste wouldn't fade.
He'd ended up spewing the meal back up a few hours later. He hated throwing up because of how shaky and weak it made him feel, and yet that night? He'd been practically giddy to have the food out of him.
It was the first time, but it wasn't the last. It may of been his earliest memory, but he had hundreds more exactly like it as a kid. Sat at that stupid table. The plate in front of him. Tears in his eyes.
Half the time, he'd just take the beating. At least he could settle after that, and not agonise for hours over the foods presence in his stomach until he was able to get it the fuck out.
He expected to grow out of it, as he hit his teens. He did start actually trying new foods, to usually poor results. His grandmother had scoffed, labeled him 'fussy', her eyes as disapproving as her sons. Wade had accepted the label, wore it with a twinge of embarrassment- because while he was good at not taking himself seriously, it still sucked ass not to be able to order off the adult menu in most restaurants and to turn down completely normal adult snacks because he couldn't stand certain textures or tastes.
He never grew out of it, in the end, but the list of foods he deemed as 'safe' did expand just a little.
It wasn't until he was older and they learnt about neurodivergence in health class that he ever heard a description accurate to his relationship with food. Avoidant restrictive food intake disorder. ARFID.
Wade had scribbled it down in his textbook, and ended up being late home from school that day because he was busy looking it up in the school library.
He could've cried with relief, honestly. A word. A diagnosis, even if he'd never get an official one. He wasn't some unique, one person freak show. It was a disorder. A disorder a lot of people suffered with.
He still struggled, but it was nice to have that layer of understanding.
His mutation made it worse. Changed the texture of his mouth, his tongue, and so things that had once been safe no longer were. He was practically starting from scratch, but he managed.
He got his ramen. His chicken nuggets. His boxed mac and cheese.
It was all fine and dandy and hey - on the plus side, the nutrionless crap he was eating couldn't kill him now! Unless heart disease could beat out regenerative healing, but when he considered how often Logan must've destroyed his liver by now - he figured he'd be fine.
Well, it was all fine until Logan moved in.
Him and Al never really 'cooked". They'd get take out, where Wade could get exactly as he wanted, or if not they didn't really eat together. Al would have whatever she was having, and Wade would knock himself up something of his own, and other than an occasional lighthearted comment about Wade having the dietary choices of a toddler, not much else was said. Al's comments didn't bother him anyway, because he knew they weren't insults. Didn't sting like his father's words.
He did their grocery shop too, so it all worked out fine.
When Logan moved in, he wanted to be helpful. He was struggling to find a job that would take him without a social security number or any form of identification that didn't technically belong to a man everyone knew to be dead. It meant he couldn't contribute to the rent and bills, and Wade knew he felt guilty about that even if he'd told him a million times over that it didn't matter.
He loved having Logan around. He'd pulled him from his own universe to be here. Giving him a roof over his head and sharing his bed while Al took the pullout really wasn't a big deal, and absolutely not something Logan had to repay him for.
He started taking on the domestic duties around the house as a way of payment anyway. The apartment had never been cleaner, that's for sure, and he took Mary Puppins on all of her walks.
It was fine. Everything was fine. Until Wade had came home from work one day and found that Logan had took it upon himself to go stock up on groceries, and cook dinner.
Wade hated how nervous seeing someone standing over a fucking stove made him. He knew a psychiatrist would probably give some dumb spiel about PTSD and unresolved trauma, but Wade just felt like a fucking idiot, freezing up in his own kitchen at the sight of Logan cooking and humming along to their old, shitty radio.
"Hey, how was work?" Logan glanced up from the steaks sizzling in the pan.
Wade needed to get it the fuck together. He couldn't let Logan realise how pathetic he truly was.
"Fine, dull," he replied with a shrug, hanging up his jacket and trying to quell the rising panic, but the smell alone was a lot and he could already feel his body tensing up, his fight or flight kicking in, and he wanted to scream and rip his own skin off because it was so fucking dumb.
"You alright, bub?" Logan asked, pulling Wade from his thoughts.
He nodded.
"Yeah I- need to shower," he excused, figuring it was a good enough reason to dip out and try to get a fucking grip.
"Alright," Logan said, eyebrow raised, "well dinners probably gonna be ready in twenty minutes or so."
Wade nodded, plastering on his best grin, "can't wait, peanut," he said, before quickly rushing out the room.
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He felt like he was walking into the lions den, entering the kitchen. The shower and ten minute self pep talk did very little to fill him with confidence. Logan and Al were already sat at the table. Mary Puppins waited eagerly at their feet.
"There, the fuckers here. Can we eat now?" Al demanded, and Logan rolled his eyes but he was wearing one of those almost fond smiles, "go ahead."
Wade took his usual seat next to Logan, between him and Al, and picked up his knife and fork, staring down at the plate. Steak, mashed potatoes and green beans.
A normal fucking meal for an adult, and yet Wade felt his stomach tying itself into intricate knots just looking at it.
Al and Logan were chatting about the movie they'd watched last night, but their voices were muffled and distant. He scooped up a tiny bit of the potatoes, shoving it in before he could change his mind, forcing his throat to work and swallow it quickly. He could still taste it, could feel the texture imprinted onto his tastebuds.
He could do this. He could. Just get through one measly meal, and it would be fine. He already knew how strange he came across, and it was an honest to God miracle that Logan had stuck around - what if this was the final straw? Watching Wade waste the perfectly good meal he'd stood and cooked for him in favour of something beige and cooked in the microwave?
If he was going to lose Logan, it would have to be for a hell of a better reason than that.
He kept going, so focused on getting the food down that he missed the worried glances Logan was throwing his way.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but his thoughts were interrupted by the clattering of silverware.
"That was delicious. Who knew your dumbass could actually cook a meal?" Al commented, and when Wade looked up both of their plates were clear. He looked back to his own. At the single missing green bean, and pitiful dint in the mashed potatoes. The hardly distinguishable sliver of missing steak.
"I'm two hundred years old, picking up some hobbies here and there becomes a necessity to maintaining sanity," Logan shrugged, smiling, but it didn't feel like it was fully a joke and it only made Wade feel that much more guilty.
"Well, it's Wade's turn for dishes so I'm off to bingo. Don't wait up," Al left the table, barely side stepping Mary Puppins, and Wade could feel Logan's eyes on him now.
He didn't dare meet his gaze, forcing a bite of steak past his lips.
"What's up with you? You not into steak?"
There was no bite behind the words, and yet they made his breathing pick up all the same.
"I- I am, it's- good, honest. Thank you," he said, taking another bite, ignoring his body's protests, suppressing the shiver.
"Wade. Look at me," his head snapped to Logan. He was already in trouble. If he started being bad and not listening, it would hurt more, and he couldn't-
"Hey," Logan's voice was oddly soft when he spoke, but firm enough to get his attention. He reached over, pushed Wade's hands down gently, uncurled his fingers from their white knuckled grip around the cutlery.
Wade watched him do it, utterly confused.
"I'll eat it. I will, I'm trying," he hated the childlike panic that had taken over his brain. He felt like that four year old again, staring at his plate with a wobbling lip and damp eyes.
But he felt helpless to stop it.
"Do you not like it?" Logan asked.
Wade was biting his lip hard enough that he tasted blood, "it's... thank you. For making it for me."
"That's not an answer bub," Logan hummed, "do you like it or no?"
Wade chewed the torn skin of his bottom lip. Shook his head once. Tried to get his body to calm the fuck down.
Logan reached over. Wade flinched, cringing in on himself, eyes squeezed shut, bracing for an impact that never came. Instead he just used his thumb to release the lip Wade was using as a chew toy from between his teeth.
"Ok, that's alright. No worries, yeah? You want me to make you some of that ramen stuff you like instead?"
"I- I have food, you cooked me it, I shouldn't..." he trailed off when his throat felt tight.
"And you don't like it, which is completely fine. I'll clean up, you go sit on the couch and I'll bring you some ramen in soon."
"Logan-"
"Wasn't a request, bub. Go pick us a movie to watch," Logan stood, piling up all three plates, and Wade could've cried with relief honestly.
He got up and went to the couch, picking out Shaun of the Dead and sticking it in the pink Hello Kitty DVD player he'd scored years ago at the thrift store. He sat down, but his leg was bouncing like crazy and he couldn't get his eyes to focus.
Logan said it was fine, he reminded himself. He wasn't angry. But what if he was lying? What if he was just trying to lure him into a false sense of security? Make that first hit hurt even harder?
His dad had done that, in the past. Wade never understood why. Boredom, maybe? The same cycle of screaming at him, beating him bloody, rinse and repeat probably got old he supposed.
By the time Logan came over, bowl of noodles in hand, Wade was struggling through a fully fledged panic attack.
"I'm sorry, sorry, I'll- been bad, I'm sorry," he couldn't stop shaking, his breath punched out of him as he curled in on himself, burying his head in his knees which he pulled up tightly to his chest.
'You're a little pussy, no fucking son of mine. Stop hiding, boy!'
"Wade, Wade no. I'm not angry, you didn't do anything bad," he felt the couch dip next to him, and an arm wrapped around his back, pulling him against the solid warmth and familiar scent of Logan.
"I'm sorry," he didn't feel capable of saying anything else, and Logan shushed him softly, reaching out to grasp his hand, "it's fine, really. Look at me, sweetheart."
Wade reluctantly lifted his head, looking over at the older man who's face was filled with a genuine concern.
He hated that. Hated that he was so much of a fucking freak, making Logan worry about him because he couldn't get a damn grip on his own thoughts. He knew comforting people wasn't something that Logan necessarily enjoyed, and it was ridiculous and unfair for him to have to do it over something so small and dumb.
"I-"
"Shhh, just breathe. In and out. Slowly," Logan guided, emphasising his own, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around Wade's shoulder.
Wade copied. Eventually, he felt his body relaxing somewhat. He didn't realise he was leaning so heavily against him, eyes slipping closed, until one of Logan's arms wrapped around his waist.
His cheeks burned, but Logan wasn't pushing him off, and there was something soothing about his body heat and listening to the beat of his heart, even if it was muffled by the metal binded to his ribcage.
He wasn't sure how long he lay snuggled into Logan's side, but eventually he felt able to speak a bit more, his throat not so tight and brain not so crowded.
"My dad used to... get mad, if I didn't eat what I was given. Used to beat me for it," he said quietly.
Logan was silent for a long moment, and Wade almost pulled back just to see if he could read his expression. The hand on his waist tightened, fingers slipping beneath his shirt to run patterns over his hip bones.
"Dad's fucking suck. Hell, I killed mine. I wish I could kill yours, for doing that to you."
A sick, deeply twisted part of him wanted Logan to do it. Wanted to watch as his dad squirmed on the floor, covered in blood and bruises, all while he begged for mercy from an angry man who was so much bigger and stronger than him. Poetic justice really, but...
"He's already dead, sadly. Heart attack a few years ago."
"I'd say sorry for your loss, but I'm not," Logan commented, and Wade snorted against him, "yeah, me neither."
The silence returned. Wade hated silence, usually. Would say any dumb shit to fill it. Except it felt kind of... nice, right now. Comfortable. He didn't mind stewing in it for a few minutes.
"You know I'd never..." Logan trailed off, struggling with his words for a moment, which was odd. Wade had never heard him do that.
"I'd never hurt you like that. I know that sounds dumb, given the fact we fought each other a million times in the void, but I wouldn't..." he trailed off again, grunting in frustration.
Wade finally lifted up enough to look at him.
"I know. It's different when we fight, anyway. I'm immortal. You're immortal. I get my own hits in, and I fight dirty. It's a level playing field. With my dad... he started when I was four. I didn't have much of a chance," he shrugged, ignoring the flash of anger on Logan's face at the number, "I kind of like our fights. They keep me on my game, and I know I can't actually hurt you permanently. It's more like..."
"Play fighting?" Logan finished, his tone teasing but Wade knew he was serious, knew it was probably the only accurate word for what they did, "yeah," he grinned, and Logan chuckled.
Silence returned, their gazes locked. Logan's eyes went impossibly soft, "you alright now, bub?"
Wade nodded, leaning into the touch of his hip, bringing his own hand to rest on Logan's chest, "yeah, thank you."
"You want your ramen?" Logan asked softly, hurriedly adding, "if not that's okay, you don't have to. Just don't want you going hungry."
Wade nodded, and separated reluctantly from Logan to grab the bowl. He immediately felt a brief shock of that familiar panic and dread, but forced himself to remember that Logan wasn't mad, hadn't left him, he was right there.
He started eating, and Logan's arm returned to his waist, tugging him back in against his chest so he was situated between the older mans legs.
He looked up with a small smile, but Logan was pointedly watching the TV, even if the corners of his lips twitched upwards.
Eating the noodles was easy, and Wade didn't realise how hungry he'd been until it was gone.
"Can I ask you something? You don't gotta answer if you don't want to," Logan asked, taking the empty bowl from his hands and putting it on the coffee table.
"Sure," Wade shrugged, getting comfortable against him.
"It's... safe foods and stuff, right? You can only eat certain things? It's got a name, an annogram... starts with an A, I think?"
Wade sat up fully, brows furrowing as he looked over at Logan.
"ARFID. How do you know about that?" He asked, head tilting to the side. It's not something he had even knew where to start explaining to somebody like Logan. He worried he'd have the same outdated 'kids are just brats these days' kind of outlook on it that his dad did, but he scolded himself for that. Ever since they'd met, Logan had proved his stance on most topics was oddly forward thinking. Wade remembered one particularly impassioned rant about gay rights one night when some old trump clip had played on the news.
He just didn't expect Logan to know what it was at all, nevermind identify the behaviours as such.
"I never taught at the mansion, but I was around a lot. Charles said the kids liked me, for some reason, and I sort of became... not a counsellor, because I'm too fucked up for that, but just someone who the kids knew they could come to. Few of 'em struggled at meal times. Would come see me and I'd make chicken nuggets or whatever they felt able to eat. Sit with them while they did," Logan had that sort of glossy distant look in his eyes, the same one he always seemed to adopt whenever he'd reflect on his past.
Wade felt ready to melt into the damn couch cushions, his love for Logan increasing tenfold. There was a niggling sense of envy, too, just below the surface. He was glad the kids Logan cared for weren't abused for something out of their hands. That they were understood, even if only during their stay at the mansion.
But it didn't stop the jealousy from burning low and ugly inside of him. He never got that, never had an ounce of understanding from anyone. He was punished instead. Not starved, because he was always offered food technically, but in a way...
"I'm glad they had someone like you to support them. I'm sure that meant a lot," Wade said, no jokes, his face serious.
Logan looked away. That look grew more haunted, and he shook his head, "very little consolation considering most of them died because of me in the end."
"Lo, you didn't-"
"I know," Logan interrupted, his face completely unconvinced, "I know you disagree, that's fine. We don't... let's not talk about it again," he said, and Wade didn't want to drop it, wanted to argue until he lost his voice that what those people did wasn't Logan's fault - but it's an argument they'd had a million times over, and he never made any headway.
It always ended with Logan storming out to a bar to get pissed, likely in some dumb effort to prove how 'terrible' he was, and then they wouldn't speak for a few days until they both missed the other's company enough to put the debate and their pride aside.
So as much as Wade wanted to argue his point, he let it be done for now.
"Do need you to do me a favour though, bub."
"Hm?" Wade hummed.
"A list - all your safe foods. Bit pointless me shopping and cooking if I don't know what you can eat," Logan said, and Wade's throat went completely dry.
He'd wrote a list once. Only once. When he was nine, when he'd convinced himself his parents didn't hate him - they just didn't understand, and he could help. He wrote a list in his wobbly handwriting, the foods he liked - the foods he wouldn't need to expel from his body. He'd drew pictures next to each one. He'd gave it to his dad with a smile.
The smile had been slapped off his face. The list had been hung on the fridge, the only piece of his artwork to ever feature there, as a warning to his mother about what not to buy on their grocery trip.
And now here Logan was. Asking for one, so he could make sure he could stock those things, cook them for him.
He all but threw himself against Logan, who merely grunted at the impact, wrapping him easily in a hug while Wade practically squeezed the life out of him.
"Thank you," he mumbled against his neck.
"Don't mention it."
#inspired by me crying in my kitchen every night for a week straight last week bc we didnt have anything i could eat!!#wade wilson has autism btw and i cannot be fought on that one its just correct#deadpool and wolverine#deadclaws#poolverine#wade wilson#logan howlett#deadclaws fic#deadclaws fanfiction#angst#mywriting
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page 1 out of *checks files* what is currently 15 but that may or may not change depending on how i’m gonna format the writing into the sketches
hopefully gonna get 2 and 3 out either today or tomorrow bc neither of those have a complete background room and that took me an unnecessarily long amount of time
#sth#sth fanart#sonic the hedgehog#sonic the hedghog fanart#shadow the hedgehog#sonic x shadow#sonadow#comic#my art#artists on tumblr#guys i have totally 100% made comics before and know exactly what i’m doing (lying)#also did you guys notice the little autism creature plush on the shelf i thought that was silly#i hate drawing backgrounds#especially bedrooms bc then you have to figure out what to put in space#and then you forget any sort of trinket you have ever#except rubik’s cubes i have exactly 1 million scattered im my room so i put one on shadow’s shelf teehee
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in honor of Sonic 3 officially releasing I’d like everyone to give a special shoutout to my mom who broke two minor traffic laws to get to the theatre on time. this is what a real autism mom looks like
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic movie 3#sonic 3#shadow the hedgehog#bc it’s his movie lbr#this is not a joke btw. shes aware and fully expecting to get a citation letter in the mail#for context even before I had my autism diagnosis I have been full blown OBSESSED with the Sonic series since I was 6-7#and as my mom she has gotten the majority of my infodumping/making her watch the shows with me/making her attempt to play the games/etc#she is genuinely as invested in major Sonic related happenings as I am#her favorite characters since I was little have always been Tails and Amy (but like ESPECIALLY Tails)#she does NOT fuck around when it comes to Sonic#autism moms WISH they were her
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i’m sure you’ve noticed but i really, really like stylizing freaks
#freak fortress#tf2 freaks#tf2#team fortress 2#painis cupcake#soupcock porkpie#piss cakehole#ass pancakes#era.png#id in alt text#ohhh i would have added sooo much more of my stylized designs in this post but im fighting for my life right now (has a mild fever)#i pushed through tho bc um. my autism#i also was going to keep this lineup for my eventual dedicated painis + spoofs post but umm. uhh. uh#oh i also like giving freaks their own unique emblems just because iiii think its fun
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despite his initial rough impression, lqg gets a "fun" rating on the gege scale
#arts#mottau#dragging lqg into the autism to autism communication array#sy thinks he is so cool actually. but he will fiercely deny it if you say so#lmao stupid little baby crush#he has! a cool sword! and hes fought so many monsters! and hes called the Bai Zhan WAR GOD#and also is more lax than his other geges in letting him do stuff that toes the line of things he shouldnt be allowed to do yet#such as you know imitating sword forms when he's not supposed to touch cultivation or combat for another year#in lqg's mind theres no reason he cant practice the forms. and also he doesnt even have a practice sword let alone a real one#he will get yelled at later#can you tell that i read dun meshi and it irreversibly changed the way i draw silly little autistic smiles. bc i sure fucking can#anyways releasing this from containment since im almost done the next chapter. incentive (for myself)
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The way I SPRINTED to my computer to make this the second Risky showed me this textpost
#what we do in the shadows#wwdits#nandor the relentless#Nandor#Autistic Nandor the Relentless#Autismposting#deadass i didnt even have time to rip HD screenshots I needed to get this baby OUT#a more Nandor ass post has never before been made#Obviously Nandor doesn't know wtf Autism is bc hes a nearly 800 year old vampire#In my mind tho Colin Robinson called him Autistic once and Nandor just assumed it was a complimentary adjective akin to Awesome or Majestic#'Guillermo which of these capes makes me look more Autistic?'#'Guillermo is that not the most Autistic painting of a horse you have ever seen?'#Colin Robinson wasn't saying it as an insult also just to clarify#Just as like#a neutral descriptor#which obviously applies to Nandor#Risky I love you and your brain it is huge and wrinkly
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as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen
the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"
#my food crime is that i regularly make a “pasta and tuna” situation that has somehow gotten even more evil and degenerate over time.#it is a ''white wine reduction'' (it's just white wine and garlic powder & seasoning)#and tuna from a can.#and plain pasta.#if i have the spoons i will actually chop garlic for it but this tends to be my comfort food for a REALLY bad day#bc its super easy to make:#boil pasta. drain. put into bowl for later. into same pot u used for pasta.#put tuna (with oil/water from can). let fry a little for like 2-3 min. put in whatever amount of wine. season to taste.#the tuna will get a little crisp on it which is nice. important side note:#this began as a Bolognese sauce.#and one day i had to sub for tuna. i know. not ideal. i cried about it too.#somehow over time it is now its own little evil thing. i would never make someone else eat it. it is beautiful.#but yeah i don't even stir the pasta in afterwards i just slap pasta into serving bowl#slap this ''''''sauce'''''''' on top#molto bene#(i really can cook fairly well btw. this is a food crime. not a suggestion of skill or ability)#(i LOVE baking but when i cook for myself. the autism is obvious. bc i just don't understand the point of most of the steps)#(.... i can just eat the deli meat out of the bag. it is protein. i don't even have to like it. i just have to eat enough calories.)#(also i used to cook MUCH more before this apartment which is so small that i can stretch my arms out and overreach the counter length.)#(.... i'm 5.2. so.)
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when you tell your therapist something from your past and it leaves them speechless
#had a wild session yday lads#well. it was more wild for her ig lol#i keep thinking of that tweet of why do doctors have a hard time diagnosing nd people when school bullies know right away (or smg like that)#(gonna tag this with only the things i got bc it applies to too many to list lmao)#adhd#autism#audhd#trauma#neurodivergent#neurodiversity
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autistic people when there's collectable things with tv shows with multiple generations of them:
#my litte pony friendship is magic#mlp#teenage mutant ninja turtles#littlest pet shop#lps#collectibles#toys#mainly talking about those things but if anyone wants to add other things please do!!#autism#self diagnosis#pls dont take this as generalizing I just really love collecting stuff based on my personal special interests but people who dont#are still autistic regardless also splatoon fixation has returned because of side order but still haven't played it bc I need to finish#the main story mode also got a tiny metal locker bc of splatoon from kmart for 9 dollars and its pink and cute also said kmart bc it still#exists in australia lmao idk about other countries but maybe also nz but not sure!!#edit: i have played some of side order!! its so funnnn
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my laptop is finally fixed. celebratory bakudekuposting
#its based on this one image i have of L and light on my phone ppl were redrawing it with their ships on twt#I CAN FINALLY DRAW AGAINNNN#but at the same time i cant bc school is back.#im so sorry this is messy. i have an actual bkdk drawing in the works anyway#bkdk#bakudeku#bakudeku fanart#bkdk fanart#mha#bnha#mha fanart#bnha fanart#deku#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugou#my autism academia...#poof art
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