#the door unlocked • [ asks ]

[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.

[winn-wynn]

Percy being able to pick locks the muggle way because the twins definitely thought it be funny to prank him and lock his door all the time

[rebouks]

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Byrd: Teach us! Juniper: Okay! First, you’ve gotta put your hands above your head. Wren: Nuh. Juniper: This part’s easy. Byrd: Like this?! Juniper: Just like that-.. keep them there and bring your foot up against your leg, like this! [Byrd giggled, wobbling precariously as he mimicked his cousin] Juniper: It takes a lot of practice-.. c’mon, Wren! [Wren scowled, making a break for it; the only thing worse than dancing was being told what to do] … Having given up trying to reply to Alex’s latest letter, Robin stared listlessly at the star shaped stickers on his ceiling. He’d poured his heart out about how nothing ever went right, how he never fit in anywhere, how he was having a tough time at school-.. that he got in a fight, that he kept imagining what it’d be like if his parents died, particularly his father; he’d briefly considered asking what’d happened to her mother too but he’d thought better of the whole thing and viciously crumpled his pathetic attempt into a ball instead. Maybe he ought to burn it in the sink so no one else would read it by accident. He felt bad that he hadn’t replied yet but he’d been in such a foul mood recently that he couldn’t think of anything remotely interesting or fun to talk about, and the last thing he wanted to do was bum her out. He rolled onto his side as Wren stomped toward his door; it rattled familiarly as her little fingernails fiddled with the lock. Robin knew it was her because he could sense her current disdain, and she was the only one of his siblings who’d learnt how to do it-.. plus, if it were either of his parents, they would’ve knocked.

Wren: Juni’s tryna make me dance! Robin: She’s not gonna make you do anything. [Wren grabbed Robin and shook him with urgency, yanking at his hair with desperation] Wren: I’m gonna hide in here, okay?! [Robin sighed; reasoning with a six-year-old, especially Wren, was rather pointless] Robin: Sure. Wren: Wait-.. where’re you going?! Robin: Does it matter? You’re safe in here. Wren: Robinnnnn. Robin: Get off me! Wren: I wanna play! Robin: So, play-.. just don’t delete all my saves again. Wren: You do it! I wanna watch. Robin: I don’t really wan-… Wren: Pleeeeeeease? … Robin: I can’t play if you’re gonna squish me-.. get off. Wren: Uuuugh.. I can’t, I’m stuck. Robin: Move! Wren: [gasps] What is that-.. kill it! Robin: I don’t have anything to ki-… Wren: KILL IT!

[puppppppppy]

AND I MET THE CHANGE GOD TOO. OKAY. COOL OKAY

[buddiedaydreamer911]

working on a fic where buck is obsessed with Wicked and drags eddie through his obsession because i have yet to see a buddie/wicked fic and it’s making me mad lol

[bridges-to-ashes]

Hey, there.. Are you alright? I'm about to make breakfast, if you want to come help..?

- Kri

It takes a few moments until the creature even opens its eyes to look up at Kri, and a few more until it seems to consider responding. After briefly opening its mouth to reply, it pauses, instead fiddling with the gloves it has managed to pull over its arms by now, and instead turns to stare at the ground.

[tzufcallsmeshomps]

Why did it take my landlords' young kid pulling a prank on me to realize I do in fact have unprocessed ptsd

[jessaerys]

can't think about broker's fees for too long or i'll start 3d printing a ghost gun

[lilythecattt]

Mr seedly,

Can I beat you up with a comically large spoon?

🥄

[🍓]: “How about no…?”

[hereforthe911buds]

having religious trauma isn't something only queer people experience. cis/het people can have religious trauma; in real life a couple cis/het friends of mine have acknowledged their own.

But addressing religious trauma is such a common occurrence for queer people that Eddie starting to acknowledge it at the same time as Buck explores his own sexuality has a lot of potential regarding future storylines. watch this space.

[skyrim-forever]

“Oh Gods, I’m scared.” I'm never gonna be normal about this.

But like--I leave a lot of this stuff in your inbox so I'll elaborate.

Ondolemar (in our blessed fannon eyes) is a mer who has been trained his entire life to breathe hate. He's the HEAD JUSTICIAR of the Thalmor in Skyrim. Its his job to capture, torture, and kill people for worshipping their chosen god. He's meant to be cold, without mercy, or worse, numb to it and treating it like an every day occurrence, like WORK, much like how the nazis were in the concentration camps. You don't think about the evil you're doing because you don't consider what you're doing to BE evil. When you grow up like that its hard to see what the reality of what you're doing is.

But in this moment, in finding Theodora he's changed. He loves and understands what its like to be loved. He's produced life instead of taking it away. And now he'll never be the same. He's a changed mer, and like I know this is fiction but I'M SO HAPPY FOR HIM AND THEODORA.

Ah yes the baby reveal!!! The boy!!!

I actually have a lot of thoughts about this because yes what you said is true he;s been trained to believe the ends justify the means and man is lesser than them in every way. They are restoring the natural order so it's not evil or wrong in any way, this is the Divine order after all.

But in my characterization of him, even before he met Theodora, his faith in the Dominion had been cracking. You get all this is chapter 3 of this fic If I came dying at your door but the TLDR is between continuously proving himself yet not being able to shake the family stigma of his father + the death of his sister and not being given time off to grieve and help his mother grieve, he's in a difficult place with the Thalmor. On one hand he does still very much believe in mer supremacy (of course) but the internal structure and standards placed by the Dominion on its own people have him casting doubts.

And then he does meet Theo and in addition to the physical attraction, Ondolemar finds her interesting. Both of the things make him angry at himself because he should not care and definitely should not be sleeping with her; but he still is interested. She's got complicated views on the Empire, she doesn't like Talos either, Theo's lived in several provinces now; very different then what he was taught humans were. Theo isn't what makes him change completely, that process already started in his mind, but she is the final nail in the coffin and he sheds his beliefs on man inherently being lesser.

Finding her is a fully changed moment in that now they can be together, but there was unknowingly a little one who would have grown up without him. He has made life instead of taking it, and he's made the kind of life he was against, definitely feel like he'd have some internal guilt at his past views because Arthano is so wonderful how could anyone hate a child? It's great motivation to make the world a more understanding place, they go on to have three kids who will have to live in Tamriel and they won't be around forever. Try to change the world but also equip them the best you can to cope with the way it is

Thank you so much for this ask <3 I love your love for them <3 the fact anyone cares about my gal and that random npc I'm insane about is still so bewildering to me but I'm so happy <3

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

my dad and i went to the movies last night and on the way out the door, my mum said something like have fun, put the garage door down when you leave please. and we were both like yeah of course no worries.

anyway i drive us to the movies a couple towns over, we watch the movie. it's all great. my dad drives us on the way back. it's a mostly silent drive. we're rounding the corner and our town comes into view. my dad breaks the silence suddenly and goes 'did you put the door down?'

i go 'the door? the- oh shit. no I didn't. did you put the garage door down?'

my dad goes 'no. i didn't either. i forgot immediately.'

i'm like 'i...did too...i was focused on reversing out of the driveway...'

we pull into the driveway a couple minutes later. the garage door is shut. neither of us did that. meaning my mum noticed that neither of us successfully remembered to do it. meaning we are probably both going to get shit. i go 'oh no' while my dad 'there go our heads'

i'm so glad i know WHO I INHERITED MY MEMORY FROM NOW

[dipperscavern]

being in love with tyrion is so real of you dippy i fear. ik that man is little but he is huge in spirit (and dick size)

THANK YOU!! he could laugh my pants right off! and hes a little lovely i fear.... that "the husband of your dreams" quote to sansa? sorry that was cute

cuntlips42 youre my realest e ver

[housewifebuck]

when do you think buddie exchanged keys? must have been before the tsunami. in my mind it was after the truck bombing because eddie drove buck to appointments or didn't want him to have to get up to answer the door when he visited

UR MIND…….yes it was 100% so eddie could come check on him and check his pulse while he slept every 5 minutes during his recovery

[disteal]

see i also followed you for overwatch reasons, and then, years later, was extremely delighted when you got into transformers like half a year after i did.

I learned a lot of lessons in OW fandom about pacing myself and doing things bc they’re fun instead of for attention, and I’ve had a rly great time in TF because of it :,) glad you’ve been w me through all of it 👍

[bridges-to-ashes]

/User/Agent-Lotus/> I envy you. You are something I will never be. Alive. And one day, I am certain you will have the intelligence to appreciate that fact.

... I'm dead.