#it’s like a spectrum

[necromimetics]

can’t stop thinking about my friend’s cishet partner who said last night that he doesn’t think anyone is the same gender. god-tier take.

[nina-floret]

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[bloggingboutburgers]

Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week is on again, so time for me to be annoying about wording again

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[paperclipdrawer]

if somebody hcs a character as aroace i instantly accept it. no matter what. like yeah that character IS aroace, thanks for pointing that out.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

idk. i enjoy watching women commit acts of unjustified violence in fictional settings. and i don't think society gains anything by forcing me to apologize for that

[smatterbrained]

Based on this

[bli-o]

hey autistic people who get overwhelmed by large groups or noise or conversation or etc etc etc you’re not evil for wanting to leave a family gathering. just so you know.

[sillylilneurodivergent]

Guys, it happened. I’m an

AAAAAA (aromantic, asexual, agender, with autism, adhd, & anxiety)

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny sat on one of the bean bags, seeminly intentent on ignoring the ghosts of Batman and one of his sidekicks. "Controversal opinion. Billionaires should be treated like dragons. They hoard wealth, terrorize people and generally be selfish dicks so it should be legal to break into thier homes, beat them up and take thier stuff."

Sam snorted, and Tuckers' eyes gained that particular gleam. "Oh, I would love that!" Tucker shouted seemily oblivious to the two (extra) ghosts in the room. He tapped away on his tablet as he began talking about how they could be millionaires within weeks.

The bats snooped around the room as they spoke. Obviously not caring one bit about Danny's privacy. They would share looks with eachother whenever they found something particularly concerning, like Danny's bloody med kit or the pair of Fenton works blasters lying broken and leaking ectoplasm on his bathroom sink. For some reason the ghosts were very concerned about the ectoplasm but Danny didn't get why.

He thought maybe they would be overjoyed considering they were transparent and likely very weak but instead of olabsorbing it like most ghosts would do to get stronger, they treated it like it was radioactive.

For all Danny knew, it might be.

[ochablooms]

parkour godhood is a spectrum.

[deerspherestudios]

OUR MONARCH HAS RETURNED!! /silly This is my first time sending an ask on a blog (not too familiar with tumblr yet but im getting there lol) so hopefully i do it right!!! My question is: has Mychael ever had any pets other then the chickens? Like for example did he raise one then it passed away or has he tried once but it didn’t work out? And as a side question how did he come up with his chickens names?

The ladies are the first pets he's ever had! He wouldn't have an animal companion unless he's comfortable where he's living, and I believe I've implied in-game and on the blog that he's only recently stopped being a traveling nomad.

And the chickens' name origins are here! He just thought the flower names sounded pretty!

Also, here's a bonus from my Patreon back in July 2024:

[fantastic-nonsense]

the funniest parallel between Tim and Damian that no one ever talks about is how they're both the epitome of "I know a guy" because they keep managing to pick up random friends wherever they go

[bloggingboutburgers]

Had a tiny mental breakdown at work a lil while ago over "Not tonight I have a headache", and how people so often seem unable to just take no for an answer, and by golly I hope nobody still has to say "Not tonight I have a headache" seriously in 2025 (unless you have an actual headache ofc it's your dime)

[allsortsoffuckedup]

Public library work is crazy because one minute you’ll be helping a child find books on his latest hyperfixation (cattle breeds if you’re wondering) and the next you’ll be arguing with 70-something year old cult member because you won’t let them use your community display space for their recruitment materials (we’re not a cult! It’s spiritual enlightenment! But we call our leader the Master yes) and THEN suddenly you’ll be running a knitting programme where all the old ladies are hitting on the cop you had to call to come deal with the grown ass man who has developed beef with a literal child, is yelling swear words at said child even though you’ve taken the kid into the staff only area for safety, and will not leave the library without being literally arrested