#this reader is also neurodivergent

[peachesofteal]

Simon and Johnny as a dom/switch couple who scene fairly often at a local club. When they opt for an observation room or the gallery, they often draw a small crowd. Most agree there’s something about watching Simon flog Johnny, or cane him, whip him, paddle him, is like watching a painter working on his masterpiece. And Johnny cries so beautifully, whimpering as his cock pulses against the ring he’s been wearing for hours, the entire room holding its breath when his face starts to crumple and he breaks. One doesn’t exist without the other, but Johnny like this, is a sadists dream. He shatters magnificently, taken apart bit by bit by his dom until the crescendo, Simon pushing inside him with one hard, violent thrust, both of them finding their end together. They’re a vision.

And you’re brand new. To everything. Trying to explore yourself, discover yourself, too many flags flown way too high this past year as you torn through some genre specific romance books. You’re… experimenting.

Well, you would be. If you could get yourself off the fucking bar stool, look at anyone. It’s your second night, and you’re not faring much better than your first, still hoping for courage to take the plunge.

It never comes. You hand your coat check ticket in and look mournfully at the ornate oak doors separating you from the world you so desperately want to understand.

Maybe next time. This weekend. Or next week. You just need a little more time.

Orange red cherry catches the corner of your gaze as you step away from the entrance, cold air brisk on your face, so sharp it stings your eyes, and you turn the corner of the jacket up to your cheeks, head down, turning towards your car. The burning end of a cigarette is crushed beneath a heel, and like a deer in headlights, you freeze as he moves out from the shadow of the building. He’s not a man, he can’t be. A god, maybe, one of the fairytales about Hercules or Zeus, but in a battle forged way. Big, broad, chest and arms defined inside a smart black shirt, thighs barely contained in black slacks. His head cocks. Predator, appraisal. Dominant.

“Leaving so soon?”

[kaprisvn]

Y/N Ref sheet + Something a little special...

Y/N's ref sheet for Chasing Stars is here! Nothing too crazy, but please do stick around for the third picture :3

Moon's Sheet Here Sun's Sheet Here

(they start off with a tie lol)

AND HERE IT IS

With some very special guests, I drew a couple renders for future scenes (or just cool poses) for the fic! Speaking of, chapter one is almost done :0 I just want a wait a bit before posting to iron out some later plot points... Don't want to start it without a solid plan in mind yk? Also holy shit that last drawing took me like 15 fucking hours omg

And thank you so much to the wonderful artists who inspired me to make this whole thing in the first place. Your art and stories are wonderful and I know you've inspired plenty of people like me <3

The sonas featured in this piece belong to @way2gosuperrstarr (Top left), @starriegalaxy (Bottom left), @hexcii (Top right), and @nebuladreamz (Bottom right).

An extra special thanks to Nebula, who was my biggest inspiration. You're so cool man :')

[aroaceleovaldez]

Mark Oshiro confuses me a little bit not going to lie. In the press tour for the first book all they ever talked about was how Nico is their son and Will is fine I guess. Then they said like 2 weeks before TSATS came out that they didn't understand Will's character at all and it's one of the main reasons why Will has so little POV.

Possibly unpopular opinion but I don't think it's a good, encouraging sign when the writer admits to not really caring about the deuteragonist or not even having a sense of how to write them...

Yeah, no. If you have no interest in 1/2 of the POV characters of your book, you REALLY shouldn't be writing it (or at least, not have that be a main character). Especially when the main way TSATS could have been improved is if it was primarily Will-centric instead of Nico-centric. Will basically had next to no established character prior to TSATS! He was practically a blank slate! But all the new stuff we got for Will in TSATS was so clearly disinterested and had no regard for his previously established traits (or the established timeline/canon). Which is annoying because fleshing out Will would have been the PERFECT opportunity to actually incorporate a lot of the topics that Mark Oshiro specializes in as a sensitivity reader, which was the ENTIRE REASON THEY WERE BROUGHT ON AS A CO-AUTHOR!!!!

As TSATS stands, there is no reason for Mark Oshiro specifically to have been the co-author instead of someone else. It's so clearly just a PR move from RR following the huge backlash Rick received due to his response to criticism on how he wrote Piper and Samirah (and Reyna and etc etc). This was immediately following Rick saying he wasn't going to write what would become TSATS because "it [wasn't his] place to." Most of the topics that Mark Oshiro specializes in either weren't relevant at all to TSATS or written very poorly (to downright offensively) in TSATS, so either Mark Oshiro wasn't doing their job or was not able to do their job for some reason, but either way it basically makes the theoretical justification for Mark Oshiro being the co-author/sensitivity reader irrelevant.

With Will, it was HUGE fanon back in the day for him to be trans. Trans!Will and photokinesis!Will were basically the two biggest headcanons for him (both largely popularized by Cherryandsisters). We know Rick is aware of this old fanon because he canonized photokinesis!Will. If we had gotten trans!Will, that would have been great! And then made sense why we specifically got a trans co-author! (Instead, if anything, TSATS canonized Will being cis.) If we had gotten Will being latino, that would have been amazing!!!! And also then made sense as to why they chose Mark Oshiro for the job as a latinx author/sensitivity-reader, versus potentially choosing an Italian co-author since Nico being Italian/Venetian was emphasized so much in the book (and done poorly! Yknow what they could have done to fix that? GOTTEN A SENSITIVITY READER FOR IT)! Based on the themes and focuses actually present in the book, it would have been most logical to get a queer, neurodivergent, Italian co-author or sensitivity reader who specializes in those three topics at least. But we didn't! So why was Mark Oshiro chosen instead when they only specialize in one of those topics? PR reasons. It's blatantly entirely PR reasons and no actual thought or care was put into this book (or, likely, TSATS 2 either).

It doesn't help that we're also actively being told that the published version of TSATS was a rough draft. Or that their editor blatantly isn't doing her job. Or that "The Sun And The Star" was the working title that they just kept cause they didn't bother to make an actual title. And that the final version is full of explicitly last-minute scenes that weren't checked over at all (the final Bianca scene, for one). Or the ACTIVELY ADMITTING TO SOURCING IDEAS AND INFORMATION FROM FANS! That last one is kind of important because at this level of publishing that is a HUGE no-no for legal reasons. You can get into a lot of trouble for that and there is a reason why it is Ye Olde Fandom Law to never try to pitch your ideas or headcanons to the source creator(s) and keep fandom separate from the creators. There is a REASON why Rick Riordan is so distant from the community these days and it's for PROTECTION AGAINST LEGAL REPERCUSSION. Mark Oshiro being the exact opposite while also ACTIVELY ACKNOWLEDGING sourcing concepts from fans does not bode well! It has to do with copyright stuff.

It's just. So. Sighhhhhhhh >->o <- me lying on the floor about all of this. It's sad being able to see the glimmer of what could have been at the very least a decent book underneath all this. If anyone involved in the process had actually cared just the tiniest amount.

[moodymisty]

Stop making me a Mortarion appreciator he's suppose to be gross and icky and not have a decent backstory to only get fucked over by big E

See I'd like something with Perty a bit of self indulgent little thing. What if he had a capable little darling who was also very much into the arts and far more creative vs war exploits but she just was forgetful at times. It's not her fault she focused for 10 hours on her painting! It's a gift for her Perty! Oh sorry just got a little distracted in helping paint some pauldrons... oh what I have something on my face oh that's when I was doing some charcoal art earlier. It's not that she's forgetful she's just all over the place (yes an ADHD coded darling by an ADHD coded asker)

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: I see our brains cross talked, because whenever I write Perty, in my mind his beloved is always an artist. It's how I first imagined it when I first started getting into the Iron Warriors lore.

Also tehe, if I have to get stunk up by the Mortarion simps, so do you.

Summary: Perturabo had gifted you with the honor of painting the murals for one of his new structures, and you get distracted in your own work.

Relationship: Perturabo/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Perturabo's shitass attitude, But other than that nothing

Word Count: 955

It's a bit of an awkward angle, but you make it work as you reach forward to put a little bit more yellow onto the massive mural. It's covering a good portion of the wall at this point, though your planned outline goes far beyond what you've currently begun painted. You would've been more than eager to make it bigger, though the limitations of this particular section of wall was what ended up stopping you.

You rub your cheek briefly against your wrist, and feel the cracking of dried paint on your skin. You don't know when it got there, but you'll wash it off when you're done for the day.

You want this to be absolutely perfect- Not a single failed brushstroke or miscolored paint. Perturabo gifted you this massive blank slate, these canvases, and you want to make sure they are a gift to him in return. So as long as you have the inspiration, you're going to continue. Other than a yawn or two you don't feel tired in the slightest, so you more than think you can continue for the time being.

Washing your brush you take a new color and mix it up, before dipping your brush in. All of these colors were gifts as well; At times you begin to feel almost suffocated in the things given to you from Perturabo. Perhaps he just enjoys seeing something other than war created. Or just keeping you entertained and thus distracted.

You continue painting before you hear footsteps- loud ones- and for a moment you think it's a few stray Iron Warriors whose ceramite boots are clanking particularly loud on the stone floor. The steps continue closer however, until you finally turn at the sound of your name.

It's said with a more than exasperated tone, and you turn to see Perturabo.

"Here you are. I was beginning to wonder if you'd wandered off again."

As a foreigner to Lochos there has unfortunately been a few times where you have wandered a bit too far for his liking, even if it was in the safety of the city's innermost walls. Or even just his fortress itself. Perturabo would never let you out farther; He's always been vocal of his distrust of the Olympians. They might have submitted to him when he ousted Dammekos, but you don't think he will ever grow to trust them.

He doesn't trust his own legion, and only now has he recently even began to trust you. Placing any sort of confidence in you being out without protection is an impossibility for him. While to a degree you might not blame him- there is no shortage of people that would be quite eager to have you in a cage or worse- the feeling of suffocation is at times frustrating.

No longer wandering off into your own thoughts for a moment, you perk upward slightly and nod at him.

"Oh, I'll be done in a minute. I just wanted to finish this section before I went and ate."

Perturabo gives you a confused expression, mixed with his usual irritation. His brow is always furrowed, wrinkled along with the edges of his nose. You sometimes wonder how much younger he'd look if he'd just soften a bit.

"Eat?" He sighs and his head tilts slightly to one side. "It's the dead of night."

You turn around, and look out through the massive glass window panes and see nothing but lights from buildings, and the starry night sky.

You open your mouth and close it for a moment- as if doing a pantomime of a fish.

"Ohhh... I was wondering why it seemed a little darker in here. I saw serfs and assumed they'd snuffed the candles."

Perturabo sighs again, and comes closer to the scaffolding you're using to reach higher parts of the wall. It normally would put you at quite a height advantage over a normal human, but for Perturabo, it puts you at right about head height.

He looks at you with that same steely, frozen gaze as always.

"Come down."

Putting the lid on the container of paint, you put it to the side. You go to take the small ladder down back onto solid ground, but it seems he finds it faster to simply lift you by the ribcage, and plop you onto the ground with little fanfare. You let out a small noise of surprise as even his most gentle grip removes some of the air from your lungs.

It's odd, how sometimes you seem to forget his size, and how he can so easily manhandle you like a toy. He seems conscious of it and avoids doing so, but those instances where he does tend to stick out.

He takes a glance towards the mural you'd currently been working on, as it stands about halfway done. It's the first of many you've planned out; The walls of the temple are covered in charcoal outlines for different ones, but this remains the first one you've begun to bring to life.

He stares at it for a bit longer than you think and the silence almost begins to become a bit uneasy. You can't tell what he's thinking in the slightest, nor do you have a chance to even try before he's done.

Perturabo kneels to face you, and with one thumb roughly rubs your cheekbone. You grumble and wince, paint crumbs falling onto your clothes. Part of you wants to push him away, but you know if you do, he'll never do it again. Once he's done, or perhaps given up on removing the pigment from your skin, the same hand grasps you jaw.

"I will have the serfs make you something to eat."

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓🧋┊boba time ┊hold me tight

You like to pretend to be strong. You keep your shoulders pulled back, eyes forward. You repeat those words over and over again in your mind.

Eyes forward, darling.

Waves of sadness crash over your body despite this. No amount of angry looks, putting on makeup, doing your hair, fixes it. Even on your best days, you are still pretending.

You like to pretend to fit in.

Wide smiles and giggles. Brightly saying hello to everyone and offering aide to those in any need. Agreeing with what people say, laughing at jokes you don’t understand, keeping the conversation on what they enjoy.

But regardless, you do not. You don’t go out with anyone because they don’t give you enough notice. You’re scared, too. Social situations are not your strong suit. Even on the days you laugh loudly with a drink in hand, you are pretending.

You pretend to love yourself.

Hyping yourself up in front of everyone, wearing cute clothing, giving people advice. You repeat confident phrases like a mantra. Look at what I did, you say. I’m so proud of myself, you tell yourself. But even on the days your chest doesn’t ache with hatred, you are pretending.

No one bats an eye, notices, nor cares. People are people after all, the bystander effect. Why would they? Even your closest friends are far away. Your real opinions are unpopular. No one minds and you suppose neither do you.

Katsuki knows this. He noticed. He batted his eyes. He cares.

For him it’s plain, in big bold neon lettering. Time either moves too fast or too slow for your pretty eyes and body to catch up. Your eyes move faster than your body and your body trips over itself.

And god, it moves something within him. To see someone in a similar position to his own. Watching you rip yourself apart time and time again.

That’s how he finds himself in your room, fingers running over the little dresser. He chews his lip and grits his teeth, huffing. Chest heavy and shoulders tight.

You’re sitting on your bed, gawking. Eyes wide, mouth open—frozen.

“You can stop pretending.” Katsuki’s deep voice rattles in his chest.

You scowl, lips pulled back and eyes narrow.

“Fuck outta here. I’m not pretending. What’s you come here for, to mock me or some shit ?” You spit. Venom laces your every word.

“Fine. What’s your favorite animal?” He grits.

“Cat.” You quip, fingers digging into the plushie in your hands.

“Liar.” He bites, amused.

Katsuki looks at you, brow cocked, like it’s funny. He opens his hand and gestures loosely to your bedroom.

“Sharks. I can count at least five shark related items in this room by looking at any given area. Hell- the fuckin plushy you’re holding is a whale shark.” He muses.

He’s right. You know he’s right. Frustration— no, embarrassment rises and makes your skin burn and eyes sting.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Yeah yeah, you shut up. Somethins’ under your skin and I know it. So spill, sharkie.” Katsuki crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at you. Your eyes widen and narrow again before you turn away and fall into the bed completely.

“Get out, asshole.” You mumble, beginning to retreat into the safety of your blankets and pillows.

“God you’re so fuckin annoying.” He groans, smacking a palm to his face. You can’t see it but heard it clear as day.

You stay silent, maybe if you pretend he’s gone he will be.

Pretending always works.

Katsuki kicks his house slippers off and presses a button on your humble TV. He stretches his arms over his head and grabs the tiny remote. When taking in your surroundings, he noticed an aquarium night light. He flicks it on and turns off the light, heading over to your bed.

It creaks under his weight, as it isn’t memory foam like his. You still try to pretend he isn’t there until he speaks again.

“Alright, my little pony or totally spies?” The blonde inquires, softer than before, and with a sigh.

Your mumble is hardly audible.

“Got it.”

Katsuki moves back and waits for you to stop sulking. Eventually you give in and he’s against the wall side of your bed. You don’t speak and he tells you not to run your mouth to others about this. You nod.

His body is warm against your own. It takes him a while to get you to warm up, to relax. You start off rigid like you are in public. It only takes two episodes for you to sink into his chest a little.

Thick fingers work their way through your hair, scratching lightly at the scalp. He doesn’t mention that it needs to be washed again, though he will in the morning.

Eventually, he looks in the mini fridge and grabs what seems to be a sippy cup of chocolate milk. He hands it over and gets back into the bed.

A few more episodes pass and you’re blinking slowly. Eyes fixated on the show, trying not to get embarrassed that he’s in your bed holding you. His arm has moved to lay over your waist and secure you against his chest.

“Are you ready to talk now?” Katsuki breathes, chin resting on top of your head.

“M just depressed, I dunno though. Just- yeah.” You get out and a weight is lifted off of your chest. Tears threaten to sting your eyes and you grit your teeth and spit at the thought.

“Are you okay, though?” His arm tightens around you and he breathes deep into his chest. His shoulders drop.

Your chest rattles and your eyes water. The dam breaks, tears spilling over the bridge of your eyes.

“So no, got it.” Katsuki rumbles, and you spend time like that. He holds you tighter.

Laying silently as he coos and calms you. Your eyes are swollen by the end of the night and you fall asleep like that.

It’s out of character for him to be this affectionate, you think.

That starts a trend with the two of you. Weekly visits in your room or his, curled up sharing what’s bothering you both. This goes on for months on end, secretly. No one knows about your meetings or even that you’re closer than basic friends.

It morphs over time into more affectionate holds. More forehead kisses and hugs. More intimacy. His guard comes down over time, allowing you to understand him more. His hands linger a little more sometimes. He doesn’t want to leave in the morning, sometimes.

Katsuki doesn’t tell you that the reason he came over in the first place was out of worry. He’d noticed you fidgeting, scratching, zoning out. Sometimes you looked like you were moving more slowly. No one else noticed.

You pretend you don’t like him.

You smack his arm and call him an asshole. Tell him you hate him in public, complain to your friends about him. But even on days you swear you can’t stand him and stomp to your room to sulk, you are still pretending.

You pretend that you aren’t getting hot and bothered when he touches you.

You never mention it, staying relaxed and against his chest. Eyes fixated on the screen and not on the feeling of his hand on your hip. Even on days when you fall asleep against his chest without speaking a word, you are still pretending.

It comes as no surprise when he calls you annoying again, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. Yet it somehow still scares you a little when he asks what’s bothering you.

“I- I like you? Love you?” It comes out small, from your throat, raspy. He wouldn’t hear it if he wasn’t so close. Embarrassment is crawling up your neck and you push down the urge to cry.

Telling him makes your heart beat through the cage of your chest. He sighs, breathing into the crook of your neck. That’s when he places a kiss to the edge of your jaw.

“You don’t have to pretend, it’s okay. Me too.” He whispers.

Silence is loud, wrapping the two of you in something a little less than comfortable. You’re happy, confused, terrified. Pretending has always been easier. To everyone else, at least. But you think this time not pretending might just be better.

“Okay, hold me tight?”

His arm tightens around you and the familiar tune of your favorite cartoon rings through your ears.

[drawnecromancy]

There's been plenty of slop shit books containing sex before now and there will be plenty of slop shit books containing sex in the future. I don't see what's wrong with it.

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

💗 Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love! 💗

Oooh, thank you!

I'm going to include some headcanon lists here as well, since I don't really have five fics that I still love tbh - but here we go!

(I ended up going on some little tangents about why I like each fic, so it's all under the cut.)

Sealing the Void (Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader)

It's been a while since I've reread it (or any of my fics, for that matter), so I'm not sure how the writing holds up - but I've always seen this one as my best fic. Not only did it come from an emotional place for me, but the dynamic between a reader who loves cats, and the Master not caring for them, but being fond enough of the reader to put that aside, was fun to write! I'd still like to finish the sequel to this someday.

2. Adoration Equation (Loki x Autistic!Reader w/ Dyscalculia)

My final Loki fic, and a cute one to end on, if I do say so myself! It was neat to write Loki and the reader going on a mission together, and to show them already being in a fairly new relationship, where they still have some things to learn. Being a oneshot where the two discuss the reader's disability in one conversation, I feel like this fic uses a similar-ish concept to Learning From You, but does it a lot better.

3. Headcanons: Loki with an S/O who stims

Last I checked, this was my most popular piece of writing on this blog (until a certain Doctor Who one I'm also going to list at the end), and I can see why! I liked thinking about ways Loki would interact with a partner who stims in different ways (especially thinking about things specific to him, such as his Jotun form). It's just a nice, feel-good set of headcanons for anyone who stims, and likes the dark haired alien prince!

4. Headcanons: Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader with a special interest in urban exploration

This one combines two of my loves - The Master and urban exploration - to some fun results! I enjoyed writing my ideas for how the Master could be playful or annoying while visiting abandoned places with the reader, and how he would have a penchant for those with darker histories. I had a look through both these, and my similar headcanons for the 13th Doctor, and I have to say that the Master would be more fun to explore with!

5. Headcanons: 13th Doctor comforting a neurodivergent S/O

Since my other favourites only involved either Loki or the Master, I had a look to see if there were any 13th Doctor imagines I particularly like - and this one was quite sweet to read through! Considering her canon admittance to not being good at comforting people, I think the idea of the reader outright telling her how to help them, and her working with that, was the best approach. It was interesting to think of how her ability to help might change when given a specific idea of how to do it.

And now for an honourable mention, because why not?

6. Headcanons: 10th Doctor x Autistic!Reader established relationship

Despite the fact that this isn't one I've seen as being particularly special, it's the piece of writing on my blog with the most notes. It might only be because it involves the 10th Doctor. Or it might be because it genuinely is pretty cute! After reading through it again, I think it does deserve to be on this list.

My writing skills are rusty as hell right now, so I think these are all worth reading, until I start improving again.

Thanks again for sending this to me!

[vasito-de-leche]

reading the "night terrors" fic got me all ooey gooey, my heart is melting, can horro get any cuter 🫶😫. he's so heavily neurodivergent coded and your representation gave him justice.

that part where you wrote that social interactions are very tedious for him and that he relies on reader for it, they def know his cues that tells when he's drained for the night. and if he reaches for your fingers? that silent plead? say no more honey, we boutta french exit.

glad you like it! I did project a lil onto Horropi lmfao

also that's very cute! knowing him, he would probably also love to play into whatever scenario/excuse you come up to leave whatever social gathering you're both in

personally, I like to think of Horropi as the type of guy who generally doesn't notice these social cues - if he wants to leave, then he goes "aight bye! got more important things to do" and leaves even if he was in the middle of a conversation with someone else. so if he's starting to get overwhelmed or drained from social interaction, its bc he PHYSICALLY cannot leave

not to say hes ENTIRELY blind to them, his childhood in the Foundation deffo have made him pick up on all the rules of conduct and what they expect of him, especially considering his interactions with Jessica in her event. but when he's not masking for the higher-ups, it's easy to slip - so the reader is usually there to diffuse the situation, should he end up saying something rude that You're Not Supposed To Say Outloud or if he takes ppl's words too literally and all

I also like to think they're very silly and casual about it, like. Tooth Fairy is scolding his ass and the reader is right behind her, trying to mouth or gesture all the right things for say to Horropedia to get out of trouble. theyre just sillies! ! !

[heartshattering]

I don't know why the people in my life always want me to figure out what they want instead of just asking me "Can I have (thing)?" or "Would you do (thing) for me?" or whatever (especially because I've told them multiple times to ask me for things directly because it prevents me from misunderstanding things)

Like if you ask me "Do you have (thing)?" my brain isn't going to automatically think "Oh, they're saying they want it now!" which is apparently what I'm supposed to get out of that question. I'll just say "Yes, I have it" or "No, I don't have it" and continue doing whatever I'm doing.

But if you tell me "Do you have (thing)? If you do, please give it to me" or like, just ask "Can you give it to me?" after I say that I have it, then that makes it way easier for me to understand what you want me to do! Sorry but it's not my problem that other people suck at communicating their needs and want me to be a damn mind-reader for them...

[pondflirtingwithherself]

Would anyone be interested in a Rita Calhoun character study playlist I made (idk if i wanna make it public rn so lmk if you want the link!) 👀

[spidey-bie]

Hey so....here's a poll.

I will respect the results of this poll but know I'm doing this out of procrastination and to stall.

[the-mountain-flower]

I came up with smn cool that probably only matters to me but IDC imma share it anyway bc I think it's cool

So most, if not all, reading this will know about the "many people still upset that Pluto is categorized as a dwarf planet when it used to be labeled as a planet" thing. I've got no qualms either way, whether or not it's a planet doesn't affect me. But my ND brain started connecting the harmless "Pluto is a planet fuck you" with the harmful science-denial running rampant rn.

Obviously that's bullshit. No way in hell is the categorization of astral bodies and the emotions people have with it, on the same level as shit like "vaccines are bad" etc. So even tho it's technically a small thing, the fact that my brain started connecting them was irking me, so I thought of ways to get around that.

What I came up with is kinda similar yet opposite to the original idea: "dwarf planet" still has the word "planet" in it.

We still categorize the eight larger planets into the inner rocky ones, and the outer gas giants. This is because even though they are all in the same "large masses orbiting the sun maybe with moons", the two types are different enough to warrant being in separate categories. I figured that "dwarf planets" could be considered another one of those categories, big enough to be on the list of major orbital bodies, while significantly smaller than the ones before the Asteroid Belt or gas giants (according to NASA, specifically ones that weren't able to "clear their orbit of debris" which is where the size thing comes in bc gravity).

Pluto, Ceres, Haumea, Makemake, and Eris are in a category of their own that acknowledge their individuality from all other objects. Like coming out as queer, Pluto (and Ceres apparently) was thought to be one thing, then realized to be another. (This is NOT saying "Pluto is a planet fuck you" is equal to bigotry either, one is harmless and the other is harmful. I'm not accusing anyone in the first category of being just as bad, it's not true. It's also of a separate enough subject that my brain doesn't have a hard time keeping them separate, so it's not too counterproductive to my point.)

So both can be true, because Pluto IS a planet, just the same type of planet as Eris, Makemake, Ceres, and Haumea.

Is that completely scientifically founded? Technically no, dwarf planets don't actually meet the criteria of an official planet. But it works bc "planet" is still in the name, and there's a difference between general knowledge of smn and the official technicalities, and the official technicalities are still enough for this one.

Is it just a different way of anthropomorphizing the planets? Yeah.

Does it work? Yup. So long as I'm not accidentally associating something Not Bad with something Bad and it's not blatantly untrue, I'm good with it.

But yeah, I thought it was creative and so figured I'd share. 🤷‍♀️❤️

[asterdeer]

would it be petty if i didn't read a book i was really looking forward to because the author lists "catholicism/christianity" as a trigger warning amongst other warnings such as "murder," "gore," and "ableism"

[pantestudines]

having a "former gifted kid" type mental spiral

[lucysweatslove]

I finished and submitted all my assignments from my rural thing. The last assignment was kind of hard; it was a reflection on the experience as a whole, the community, and also how we personally feel starting school after this. It’s not hard in the sense of actual cognitive difficulty with the material to cover and analyze, but rather, I wasn’t sure how to positively explain how I feel. WE all know here that I felt like shit most of the time, spent lunches crying in my car trying to nap and feeling alienated, spent evenings crying in the room overwhelmed and overstimulated and way too mf HOT, multiple times questioned if I made the right choice at all to enroll in this particular program. I don’t and never had doubted my love for medicine as a whole and my abilities to learn how to be a good doctor. But like, program specific fit? I doubted that.

So anyway since I didn’t have much room I tried to briefly state the concerns I have in a way that (hopefully) conveys my ownership of my role in this and what I learned I need to do / how I need to grow going forward. And then also focus on how I really did love the medicine side, and how (even though I question my “fit” with the culture at this one site) the experience has affirmed that rural care feels RIGHT for me. (Like I may be autistic and struggle assimilating into a mid-sized practice full of neurotypical extroverts, but the patient care aspect? The scope? The relationships you build? I know a lot of people view autism as “self focused” people who don’t care about those relationships, but that’s not MY autistic experience; my empathy and desire to care for the whole person, not just see them as a body, is one of my greatest strengths).

ANYWAY when I was finalizing and submitting that assignment, apparently my third assignment (the previous one, a patient interview + reflection) was graded. I didn’t know that my specific state’s track’s director (who I have a lot of contact with) would be the one to read and grade it. She had very positive feedback. But. Now I’m super super anxious about my last assignment. When I thought it was read and graded by somebody I’d never really interact with in person, it was easier to mention that I’m neurodivergent and yes, that lead to some problems that I need to address within myself. But now I feel… more open and raw. I didn’t tell my preceptors, I didn’t plan on telling anything who like, had any major dealings with me. Buuuut now it’s out there and fuck. 🙃

[sentineluno]

I remember one time i had to read a book for an assignment back in the horrible days of school and i felt (obviously) traumatized at the idea of never having a single day to relax.

Also i never could sleep because of horrible anxiety and night terrors, so one night i decided to read the book.

Best book i have ever read for my age. It wasn't too long and enjoyed every bit of it.

By the time i realized i finished the book, bloodshot eyes (because no sleep) and trembling (because excited to enjoy reading shocker) and it was daytime.

I felt horribly tired but i can't lie that i enjoyed the look of abject horror and astonishment from both profesors and students when i said i read the entire thing in one night when the book reading was to read in about a month or so.

I was both lol (and in the Internet age, I'd say obsessively browsing Wikipedia counts as reading the encyclopedia for fun.)