#tumblr tags are so autistic coded

[bluesilverr]

Dumps my old art here

[honey-cherri]

wowowo I posted and drew something finally!

heheheh I found font thingys

[vulturevanity]

hi i'm so glad to see someone else on this hellsite who is as obsessed with dot as i am. your analysis of her character are like me looking in the mirror because i have the same damn thoughts. she is so neurodivergent and has problems and i love her. take my hand

slaps her on the head. This baby can fit so many of my own mental illnesses in there

[abyssal-luka]

that reminds me, have you ever seen how weird they got about stimboards on tiktok? fucking wild

[alinedreams]

Dastardly Dick would probably have been a Tumblr Sexyman if Tumblr existed back in the 60's

[olderthannetfic]

i’ve never seen an “Internet Safety Tips For Minors” post that i fully agree with and feel comfortable with reblogging. Even if I agree with the sentiment, I can’t help myself from projecting and remembering my own self being a minor. Being told “don’t put your diagnoses/sexuality/etc in your bio” - especially on tumblr - is not gonna prevent people from doing exactly that. And really there is no tangible difference from putting the word autistic in your bio vs tagging all of your posts with #thatautismfeel, you know?

i mean obviously people should be given tips to be safe offline, and no one should be pressured to share vulnerable info but a lot of it feels weirdly fearmongery and stranger danger-y. Also a lot of kids are stubborn especially when an adult that they don’t know is offering them advice that they don’t want. If some Tumblr Elder had told 16 year old me to remove all of my self-diagnosed personality disorders from my bio for my safety i would’ve started posting about my PDs even more out of spite. (Which in itself is very teenager-with-self-diagnosed-PD coded lol.) 

i also feel like there’s some people who genuinely don’t understand what it’s like to be, or at least don’t remember what it’s like to be, a kid whose literal ONLY support system whatsoever is online. To a lot of mentally ill/ND kids, they’d rather risk being harassed or doxxed for shit like “15 year old nonbinary transmasc lesbian with self-diagnosed schizophrenia, autism, adhd, avpd, bpd, stpd, and bipolar” in their bio as long as they still have an online support system filled with people going through similar things, than leave all of that out and have literally NO ONE. Of course there’s a middle ground - i.e. existing online but only disclosing your disorders to those you’re close to, or running an anonymous vent blog, etc, but the truth is a lot of people who are young and/or suffering don’t want to do that.

It’s also so so so easy to victim blame in posts like that. Yeah ofc it’s not, like, smart, to post information that can be used to track you down- but if you end up being tracked down/doxxed, that’s the fault of people who did that, not you.

like trust me I’m not saying kids SHOULD post about their queerness/race/religion/diagnoses, but they also should not be shamed or scared out of doing so.

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[vaspider]

This is the last thing I'm going to post about this. Yes, reblogs are turned off. No, I am not tagging anyone's Tumblr or pointing you towards the people involved: I have them blocked. Do not go bother either one of them.

The Tumblr post I responded to earlier tonight went up before I read the actual response emails, because, well. They were sent while I was AFK, and then the Tumblr post containing Razz's response emails was tagged for me while I was, you know, not working. When I finally got to actually read the emails, I hit this line:

I bought the first heat pack during your sale and it said very explicitly in the emails that you guys would send a random one from your supply, no mention that customers needed to put something else in their cart.

Emphasis mine.

And at the point where someone's just fully making stuff up rather than admitting they fucked up, I'm done. So. In the name of my own sanity, I issued a full refund for this order, and:

Hi Razz,

Since you and your friend decided to take this conversation to Tumblr in the 3 or so hours I was AFK spending time with my partners, I hadn't actually gotten an opportunity to go back and read these emails. The first time I saw them was not in my inbox but idly scrolling Tumblr while petting my dog at 11 PM with your friend's, uh… commentary on them. Your assumption that I was condescending and calling you stupid rather than that I'm autistic and speak very precisely is very interesting, in context, and skipping over me saying 'I'm baffled' and 'I'm genuinely confused' to call that 'I think you're stupid' and all of the other really shitty commentary your friend put on those emails is… well, it's a choice. And at first I thought this must be someone out of pocket and white-knighting for you so I was not going to hold you to account for what they said, but then when I went to go block them, I saw your comments, and your posts, so. Yeah, that's fun and cute.

Anyway, the email absolutely did not "explicitly say" that we would be picking from our stock. What it said was, as follows:

"Emet just spent a week going through our entire stock of fabric, adding all of the new patterns & figuring out which designs must be discontinued since the fabrics can't be ordered anymore. She's got all of the closeout heat & cold packs prepped - ready to fill & ship - and you can get one of the discontinued prints FREE with the purchase of any regular-price heating pad, no code required! When they're gone, they're gone, so don't wait! Order by December 14th for domestic heat & cold pack delivery estimated by 12/24."

This section is followed by a selection of 9 New Heat & Cold Pack Patterns, labeled "New Heat & Cold Pack Patterns," followed by another section marked "Closeout Options!" which had 5 of the then 15-20 Closeout patterns, all labeled with CLOSEOUT at the front of the name.

After this was our legally-required footer with our mailing address and the unsubscribe link.

Nowhere in there does it explicitly say that we will be picking the item for you. In fact, it says "you can get one of the discontinued prints free," which would seem to imply you need to pick something.

I'm not sure why I should have assumed that sending you a screenshot would be something inaccessible to you when you… sent me a screenshot. Nobody said you were incompetent. Nobody said you were stupid. Nobody said blind people can't take screenshots. I mean, you took a screenshot of the email that you said explicitly said something it does not at all say, so clearly you personally can take a screenshot, and find that to be a useful tool in communicating. Why would I have thought that responding in kind would be something inaccessible to you? I haven't a clue, but what I do know is that my wife just walked downstairs after her full sleep cycle and said, "Is this still that person?" so … yeah.

I've refunded this order & closed your customer account. It's genuinely worth it to me at this point to lose the money so I never again have to deal with a person who chooses to try to tell me falsehoods about the content of an email that I just told you that I wrote. No further responses will be received by any of our staff.

Spider

I’m not going to waste more time reading paragraphs of you insulting me over not understanding your esoteric definition of closeout and deciding that a blind person can’t be blind if they can take a screenshot. I had a simple question, I practically resolved it myself, and between my first email and the next you leapt to conclusions and treated me like dirt for the crime of not having access to information you never provided in am accessible way.  I choose to speak with a trusted friend over the situation the same way you would speak to your own partners. it was up to them what they did with your own words. Whatever fallout comes of this is on you. I’ve made sure the blind community is aware of your discrimination and as far as I’m concerned that’s the end of this. I hope your shipping costs I never even asked about were worth the income you've lost from me and my extended community since that tiny amount of money appears to be all you care about. 

Razz T. 

Razz,

Go away.

[deityoftherain]

fidgets & flower shops - Flower Husbands Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: M/M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 4,105

Summary: Jimmy just came out of work, totally overstimulated from a long day without even his noise cancelling headphones to help. It was bad enough that he briefly considered skipping a step of his routine, but skipping that step would mean he didn't get to see his favorite florist... [autistic!Jimmy/deaf!Scott]

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Routine was important to Jimmy. Routine was predictable. Routine let him know what to expect. Jimmy would occasionally stray from his routine as a perfectly routine day was impossible, but it was much less likely that he would add something to it, though it could happen. He wasn’t that stuck in his ways! He just liked what he liked… what was wrong with that?

People would sometimes act like he was clueless or assume things from him that simply weren’t true. He wasn’t dumb or unintelligent just because he didn’t always pick up everything others hinted at with whatever secret code they learned just by being born. It was obvious that life wasn’t very predictable and that things would change, but there were certain notes that Jimmy needed to hit on certain days or else he would have a meltdown. Or a “temper tantrum”, as many called it growing up because, stars forbid, he has emotions and autism.

Visiting the flower shop on his way home from work was supposed to be a temporary addition to his schedule. He had first gone to Chromia Valley to buy flowers for Lizzie after she had an unfortunate run-in with a grease fire while testing a new recipe for her bakery. Jimmy thought it would be a nice gesture. Plus, it gave him an excuse to check out a local flower shop.

Jimmy loved flowers and he knew that he didn’t need an excuse to visit a public business like Chromia Valley, but it was new. New places scared him (terrified him, even) and he knew it was irrational, but he couldn’t stop the fear from eating out his insides. When he had an excuse or someone he trusted with him, it helped him be more adventurous and try new things. It was like tricking his brain, if that made any sense.

That had been the first time out of what soon became a regular visit. Now, Chromia Valley was safe and comfortable. He knew the people who worked there by name and they knew him in return.

Jimmy used his molars to bite down on yellow silicon. The silicon was shaped like a feather and attached to a black cord that wrapped around Jimmy’s neck to form a necklace. He’d had a particularly frustrating day at work and was taking it out on the poor piece of sensory-regulating jewelry. It wouldn’t have been as bad if he hadn’t lost his noise canceling headphones, therefore having to go without them all day.

The overstimulation was so bad that Jimmy heavily considered skipping his after-work stop at the flower shop, but, when he spotted the sign for Chromia Valley along the sidewalk, he knew he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. Perhaps spending time there was the perfect thing to help the tension building in his shoulders and give his jaw a rest from chewing his poor stim toy to pieces.

A soft ding sounded and a pale white light flashed when Jimmy entered the shop, alerting those inside there was a customer. He was greeted with a strong, yet not unwelcomed, scent of flowers, though that was no surprise considering where he had entered. There were plenty of pre-arranged flower bouquets lining the designated wall, clearly where the scent most prevalently came from. In addition to the flowers, there were a variety of pots and plant care items organized in their proper places.

An employee with fiery red hair, piercing green eyes and a name tag on their apron stood at the cash register. They had such an abundance of hair that Jimmy wasn’t sure how they managed to take care of it. Jimmy wouldn’t consider himself to have long hair, especially not to the extent she did, but he felt as if it was enough work on his own. That wasn’t to mention the countless haircuts he needed to ensure his hair didn’t grow long enough to touch his shoulders. Once it got that long, it would slip under his shirts, and it was such a foreign sensation that he simply didn’t like it. It was almost as bad as a particularly itchy clothing tag.

“Hey there, Jimmy,” Cleo greeted as he entered. She didn’t wait for a greeting back nor did she give him that off-putting customer service smile some people put on, which Jimmy appreciated. Talking to employees, even ones he knew, tended to trigger the social script he had learned as a child. It wasn’t the most comfortable to follow, especially when he was already feeling on edge. “Are you looking for Scott or are you here to buy some flowers?”

Jimmy opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. His chest felt heavy and his vocal cords felt tangled up. If he tried hard enough, he could say he was physically capable of doing so, but, currently, it was difficult. He hadn’t realized he had gone nonverbal since leaving work. Instead of speaking a response, Jimmy fingerspelled, “S-C-O-T-T.”

“I figured.” Cleo wasn’t deaf themself, but they knew sign language, meaning they understood what Jimmy was trying to communicate. Still, when there weren’t any deaf or hard-of-hearing people in the room, Cleo tended to favor speaking verbally rather than with their hands. Jimmy didn’t mind; his hearing worked perfectly fine, though he would argue it worked too well at times. She jutted her head toward the doors that lead toward the flower nursery. “He’s out back last I checked. He’s supposed to be prepping orders for pick-up, but he should be almost done. He’s been doing it for a while now, but you know how he gets lost in it.”

The flower shop they were standing in was only a portion of what was found within Chromia Valley, for they also grew their own flowers! Customers could pay an additional fee to go back there and hand select flowers themselves, or they could request custom bouquets. Any extras would get sold to other local businesses, such as the little flower coolers in grocery stores or restaurants that leave flowers out on their tables in small vases.

Jimmy pressed his finger tips against his chin before moving his flattened hand down and away from himself, signing “thank you” before turning his body to head towards the back. As Cleo described, Scott was among the flowers, collecting purple lilacs.

One of Jimmy’s special interests was plants, which included flowers of all types. He had a long history of obsessing over them and researching them to back up that claim, but he was lacking in a certain area: flower language and symbolism. Jimmy had stumbled upon it before, sure, and he was vaguely aware of its existence, but flower language had been low on Jimmy’s list of things he wanted to focus on when conducting research on nature. 

His love of plants and flowers had stemmed from his other special interest in birds. Jimmy had wanted to explore what birds eat and how birds’ habitats affect their growth, and it evolved from there. He had been more interested in how flowers and other various plants developed and crossbred with each other, not what they had come to symbolize. Jimmy simply didn’t care.

At least, he hadn’t cared until he started talking with Scott. Well, “talking” wasn’t the correct word, considering Scott was deaf and they communicated through signs and gestures, but it was close enough. 

He was getting off track and procrastinating. He couldn’t just stand here and stare at the florist with fluffy, dyed blue hair and eyes that sparkled like stars… the very florist who was the reason Jimmy knew that purple lilacs symbolized the first emotions of love.

Jimmy was never one to step lightly, often tripping over himself and making an audible thump every time he tried to walk flat footed. He was much more stealthy when on his tip toes, but he had been lectured out of that habit as a child. As an adult, he did his best to give himself time to unmask and self-soothe, but it was still difficult. Jimmy felt safe around Scott, for he didn’t mind Jimmy’s quirks and he knew Scott wouldn’t say anything about him walking on his toes, but his heavy steps provided enough vibration for Scott to sense his presence– so Jimmy chose to walk as he was taught.

Scott turned toward Jimmy as he started moving, face lighting up at the sight of him. He started to sign widely and excitedly. “You’re here! I thought you weren’t going to show up today.” That was how Jimmy read it, at the very least. He was still learning to sign himself, so sometimes his mind would fill in the gaps. Jimmy tried not to do that sort of thing too much, since he wanted to learn sign language properly, but his brain often had other plans. He has improved greatly since practicing and learning from Scott, though! Jimmy was making quicker progress with it than when he was attempting to learn from various youtube videos to help when he went nonverbal, anyway.

“Sorry,” Jimmy signed back, shifting his facial expression to punctuate the apology properly. “Work kept me late and it was…” Jimmy stopped signing, furrowing his eyebrows. What was the sign he was looking for? Or the word? Stars, words were hard sometimes. He bit his tongue sharply as he fingerspelled, “H-A-R-D.” “Difficult” or “overwhelming” may have also been good words, but they were longer and would have taken more time to fingerspell. Jimmy had memorized all his letters, sure, but he would still sometimes get lost on where he was when the word was on the lengthier side.

Scott repeated Jimmy’s fingerspelling and then demonstrated what Jimmy assumed was how to sign “hard”. Jimmy copied what Scott did, hesitant and waiting for Scott’s approval. When Scott gave it with an encouraging nod and a celebratory hand gesture, Jimmy relaxed with a shaky breath and half smile. “Work was hard.”

“At least it is Thursday. You don’t work weekends, so you have one more day to work and then you are done!” Scott surveyed the flower gardens around him before heavily sighing and regaining eye contact. 

Jimmy wasn’t totally sold on keeping eye contact normally, but this was Scott. Besides, they weren’t only staring into each other's souls! They were also looking at their arms and hands. Plus, paying attention to facial expressions was crucial to understanding sign language, for it conveyed tone and meaning to what was being said. 

“I have a busy day tomorrow, though Fridays- wait, no,” Scott stopped signing briefly to change direction from just Friday to the entirety of the weekends, “but the weekends are often my hard days. Lots of people buy flowers for their dates.”

“I can help,” Jimmy offered, eager to spend time with Scott even if they weren’t directly communicating. Sometimes, Jimmy preferred it. Even signing could become exhausting and he would just need a break.

Existing in the same place with someone he cared for was enough for him. His therapist said that that sort of thing was called “parallel play”, and that it was a perfectly normal and healthy thing to engage in. They did note it was more common in neurodivergent people after toddlers leave that developmental stage, but they made sure Jimmy understood that it was okay to need and desire such a thing.

“You offer to help so much, you might as well work here.” Scott gave him an amused look, his smile prevalent enough to show off his dimples. “If you ever decide to quit your job, I can get you a job here.” “I might have to take you up on that.” It would be a change, but, at this point, it might be a much needed change. He could work with flowers all day! 

Jimmy took inventory of the nearby flowers, racking his brain for all their meanings. He settled on a yellow tulip, meaning happiness, cheerfulness, and hope. Scott made him feel all those things, so it fit, but there was another meaning to it as well. Jimmy knew that Scott would know it because Scott was the one who taught him it in the first place! People in the Victorian Era believed that yellow tulips literally meant “there's sunshine in your smile.” Jimmy wasn’t sure how sunshine could be in someone’s smile, but if anyone were to have sunshine in their smile, it would be Scott.

Scott accepted the yellow tulip with a hearty, yet still somehow airy and pitchy laugh. Jimmy wasn’t sure how others would read the laugh, but Jimmy thought it was the most beautiful laugh in the world. Without realizing it, Jimmy must have muttered it out loud, because Scott raised an eyebrow at him in question. Scott pointed a finger to his mouth before circling his lips and then signing, “Beautiful?” His lip reading skills have proven to be fairly accurate, though Scott hated having to rely on it.

Jimmy’s face flushed red when he realized what he had done, ducking his head, turning his face away, and growing stiff. Scott gave him a few minutes before becoming impatient. He gently grabbed Jimmy’s chin to guide Jimmy to look at him once more. Once Jimmy was facing him again, Scott let go of him and asked, “What’s wrong? Did I misunderstand? What did you say?”

Jimmy noticed that Scott had tucked the yellow tulip behind his ear, the yellow standing out against his cyan blue hair. It was like the sun shining on a cloudless day. Jimmy always liked sunny days. He always liked yellow, too. Yellow. His feather.

He grabbed the yellow silicon feather that hung from his neck and nibbled on the end of it, hoping it would help calm his racing heart. He could feel the pounding in his ears, and it didn’t help that he could hear children screeching and the sound of the cars driving on the road nearby. Jimmy started to chew harder on the feather, squeezing his eyes closed for a moment before opening them again. He clenched his fists against the rough fabric of his jeans (why did work make him wear jeans?), letting out a low groan. He just wished they would shut up.

Scott’s eyebrows were furrowed with concern, but he kept his hands off of Jimmy and stepped back to give space between them. Jimmy appreciated it, because even his clothes felt like too much. He wanted to rip off his clothes, he wanted to rip off his skin. Before he knew it, his palms were pressed against his ears and he croaked out, “Loud.” Scott observed him for a moment to try and understand before his mouth shaped into an “o” of realization. He straightened his posture and turned away from Jimmy, looking around to see how he could help. Scott’s lips flattened into a line as they often did when he was annoyed, spotting some children unattended on the other side of the room. 

The children were playing with toy cars, running the wheels against whatever surfaces they could find. Jimmy hadn’t noticed their presence in the room (he was almost positive they weren’t there when he first came in) after trying his hardest to dismiss any sensory input to avoid overstimulation. It had backfired on him, clearly.

Scott stomped over to them, gesturing furiously at them. It was clear they didn’t understand him so he just huffed and pointed to the giant sign on the wall. The metal sign read “QUIET ZONE - NO ROUGH HOUSING” in big, bolded letters. It was put in place, not only to protect the flowers, but to also provide Chromia Valley employees with a calm space where they could retreat when overwhelmed, allowing them to remain productive and have some time away.

Jimmy didn’t pay any attention after that, focusing on grounding himself. Scott sending the children back to their parents helped the noise, but oh did Jimmy wish he had his noise canceling headphones. Unfortunately, he would have to make due. Jimmy was grateful he had the yellow feather to chew on, at least, as well as a few fidgets in his trouser pockets.

When Jimmy came back from the overstimulation, he was sitting on the floor with Scott still there, patiently sitting next to him. He was creating a flower crown out of chamomile flowers and poppies, focused very intently on what he was doing. Scott didn’t seem to notice Jimmy had mostly recovered yet, but Jimmy didn’t make any moves in order to not interrupt him.

Jimmy simply watched Scott make the flower crowns, a content peace washing over him. When Scott finished the crown he had been carefully crafting, he looked up at Jimmy and grinned when their eyes met. Scott lifted the crown in Jimmy’s direction, but he didn’t place it on his head, assumingly asking if it was okay to give it to him. Jimmy nodded and Scott confirmed his suspicion, plopping the crown of flowers on top of Jimmy’s blonde hair. 

The fact that Scott stayed with him was already enough to bring a smile to his face, but recalling the meaning of the chamomile flowers and the inclusion of the poppies only worked to further the warmth that built in his chest. Poppies meant remembrance, sacrifice, and hope for the future, so it wasn’t the most positive meaning, but it was a favorite of Jimmy’s for more personal reasons. Chamomile flowers, on the other hand, meant many different things. Among those meanings were words like recovery, resilience, adaptability, and healing– all relevant to the life he led, the lives that both of them led.

“Thank you.” Jimmy hoped his body language conveyed his gratefulness sufficiently enough, but he could never be sure. Body language was a tricky thing to understand in most cases, and it was definitely not one of Jimmy’s strong suits. The exaggerated emotions and movement typically used in the deaf community were easier to replicate and display than the more subtle ones Jimmy encountered in hearing, neurotypical groups, though. Jimmy adjusted the flower crown on his head, already making plans to press the flowers later to preserve them.

“You’re welcome!” Scott beamed, pleased that Jimmy liked his gift. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Jimmy was going to sign “me too” before realizing he wasn’t sure how exactly to sign that. Upon coming to that conclusion, he was met with another: the sign for “same” got the point across clearer and with fewer steps, so he did that. A comfortable… silence wasn’t the right word. Perhaps “peace” worked? A comfortable peace fell over them, leaving them in each other's company as Scott finished up his task from earlier.

With a brief glance at the time, Jimmy knew that Chromia Valley was closing soon. Before he ran out of time, he felt as if he needed to tell Scott what he had meant before he was tipped over the edge. Jimmy waved his hand up and down in the air to get Scott’s attention. When Scott gave it, Jimmy sucked in a breath. “Earlier, I said- no, uh, meant that you had a beautiful laugh. That is what you read on my lips: beautiful.” Scott's lips parted slightly as his eyebrows raised together, his hand bouncing in a Y-shape to mean “Oh, I see.” It was something he picked up from one of his international deaf friends and frequently used to backchannel. It functioned just like “uh-huh”, “yeah” and “got it” might in verbal conversation.

Scott tilted his head in consideration before continuing, “I don’t know what laughter sounds like, but I like the way it feels in my chest. Do you like the way it feels?” Jimmy’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as he thought about Scott’s question. He hadn’t really considered the way a laugh could feel. “I don’t know. Probably?” Scott uncrossed his legs to switch which leg was on top, the lower leg probably falling asleep and getting all tingly. Jimmy has always hated that sensation. “I wonder what someone’s laugh sounds like.”

Before Jimmy thought out what exactly it would entail, he offered, “Would you like to find out?” A baffled, nonsensical noise escaped Scott’s lips. “How would you do that?” Jimmy bit his inner lip, but did his best to brave it out. He didn’t sign a response, but he patted his chest to indicate what he meant by his words. Hearing was just picking up on sound waves and vibrations with one’s ear, was it not? Jimmy had no idea if that was correct; anatomy and human hearing were not things he ever looked into.

“Would you be okay with that?” Scott checked in to ensure that it wouldn’t be too much.

He only nodded, but Scott correctly took that as Jimmy giving him permission. Jimmy kept his gaze trained on Scott as he crawled towards Jimmy. Once he was close enough, Scott rested the side of his head against Jimmy’s chest so he could feel (or, otherwise, “hear” the best he was physically capable of) Jimmy’s laughter. 

Jimmy tried to distract himself from his “gay panic” (as his sister called it when she teased him) by thinking of something he found amusing. If Scott wanted to hear laughter, dammit, Jimmy was going to provide him with laughter! He let himself be swept away with a pleasant past memory of him hanging out with his friends during a particularly silly night, producing a genuine string of giggles from Jimmy. He laughed hard enough that his chest ached and cheeks hurt from smiling.

Eventually, once Jimmy’s laughter died down, Scott lifted his head with a series of giggles himself. “Thank you. I really loved that.” Before Jimmy could respond, a quick pattern of lights flashed, meant to alert Scott and anyone else not paying attention to the time that the shop was closing soon. There was also an automated spoken message along with it for the customers, but Scott couldn’t hear any bells or other verbal sounds, so the lights were used as a substitute.

Jimmy couldn’t help but be disappointed that the time had come so soon. He hadn’t thought it had been that long, but there were things he had to do back home that he had been putting off. Jimmy pushed himself up to reach his full height before offering his hand to Scott to help him up. Scott accepted his offer and Jimmy pulled him to his feet.

“Before you leave,” Scott started, making sure to snatch his attention before he turned to leave, “would you like to go out sometime outside of work? Maybe on a date? We could walk a scenic path in the park and have a picnic.” Jimmy’s eyes widened as a blush pinkened his cheeks. He resisted the urge to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Jimmy nodded enthusiastically, going to stay more when his attention was drawn away from the door opened. Scott followed his gaze to spot Cleo at the door, the same redheaded employee from before.

“Hey!” Cleo waved their hand to get Scott’s attention, only dropping it when they were sure they had it. “Didn’t you see the lights? You’re needed up front now if we want any chance of going home on time. I don’t know about you, but I would like not to make my shift longer if I don’t need to.”

“One minute,” Scott promised before pushing his hands together in a plea.

Cleo rolled her eyes, though there was a slight smirk on their lips. Even Jimmy could tell they weren’t annoyed with Scott… well, he was pretty sure of that fact, anyway, but his accuracy rate in that field wasn’t the greatest. “Fine, one minute. Hurry up!”

“I have your number. I’ll text you, okay?” Scott waited for confirmation that he understood and, when Jimmy gave it, Scott grinned with a slight bounce of his heels. He didn’t sign anything else, simply leaning forward to leave a light peak on Jimmy’s cheek before waving goodbye and darting to the front.

Scott’s kiss left Jimmy stunned frozen, aside from the hand that traveled up to his cheek. He leaned into his own touch, butterflies fluttering happily within him. His other hand started to shake as he tried to contain his happy, stimmy energy. He was in public after all. It didn’t work, as he was soon shaking and literally jumping with joy. Jimmy was simply too excited to contain it all! Maybe his day wasn’t all that bad after all.

[thefairycrewhouse]

Welcome to our blog.

The fairy crew. Diagnosed DID. Body age is well over 18. Disabled, queer and autistic.

Blog is a mix of random posts we like, fandom, mental health, life as a system, and things we find funny, pretty or interesting.

Unfortunately we decided to start a DID blog late in our tumblr career so we don’t like sharing our main/where we follow from. We hope that doesn’t stop people enjoying our plural posts!

This blog is a little safe space for us. We do talk about mental health and real issues, too, but we want this to be a place we enjoy visiting. As such we tend to keep it light for the most part.

We’re a good team and we have fun together, so our DID posts tend to the positive. What you don’t see: The years of struggle and dedicated constant hard work to get here. We’ve fucking earned the right to enjoy our way of being. If you think that’s “making light” this isn’t the place for you.

Asks are tentatively open but we don’t often have a lot of social spoons so might not always answer.

We won’t answer asks looking for a diagnoses or specific advice. We also don’t answer asks about our trauma or treatment because we don’t owe the internet that. Anything rude or nasty goes straight in the bin. We’re not here to talk about syscourse so won’t answer asks about it.

We don’t have a DNI because do those ever really work? If we’re truly uncomfortable with someone we block them. That said, we want to be clear that we’re pro self diagnosis and pro treating others with respect and kindness, no matter what their system origins.

We try to tag for major triggers but we’re pretty crap at tagging consistently. If that’s an issue this isn’t the blog for you. Curate your online experience, including curating us out of it if you need to!

Our current crew are:

The muse

The archivist

The fairy

The archaeologist

The pirate

The captain

The artist

The stargazer

We don’t like giving out our actual names so we use these codes. We tag by [name] to help us keep track. The tag for [name] is a little note to let another headmate know we think they’d like the post.

Have a cookie if you read all that and welcome to our online home!

[ask-katima]

Welcome to the Master Post of Katima’s Ask Blog!

Warning….. it’s long-/SRS

Projects: Small Companion (on going), Katima comic (Discontinued)

Lucas/Owner: Example of text.

Hello! I am the mod of this ask blog and my oc, Katima! I’ll be mostly talking in the updates, but you might find Katima talking here too, take her words with a bit of salt, but she is like the owner of this blog, since asks are for her!

If you’d like to ask ME something, please make sure to make it clear in your ask, since I’m not a mind reader. I’m also autistic and have ADHD so I might not catch simple clues, you have to write it in bold red letters for me ;p/silly.

Please use He/It/Void pronouns on me! Any other pronouns aren’t really welcomed… so if you use they, I won’t really like it.

I’m comfortable with mostly any topics! However the NSFW or very graphic violence isn’t for me.. I’d rather not see that AT ALL! Sure, I enjoy some romance and a bit of angst, but I’m not that over the top.

Also I’m a silly guy who can’t tell tones, so please use tone tags with me, I’m really timid if I take your comment/words as pretty mad/degrading… so please make it clear to me that you aren’t..

Katima: example of text

(Huge document on her alone)

(Huge document on the whole AU where she comes from.)

(I also use the indented feature for her.)

Heyo! I’m the creation of Lucases wiiiide imagination… yeah I’m self aware…. To the point you’d be probably thinking I’m another human using the internet from your “earth” or something…. But in reality, I just know too much, research and am self reserved about stuff.

My creator just decided that, “Fuck it! If Ink can speak/hear the creators then Katima can hear/speak to me!” Soo, grumble to him bout that I guess, hah.. makes sure to insult him when you do so…./hj.

All asks are assigned to me automatically, if you’d like to ask Lucas make it clear, like he said on the top.

You can use any pronouns on me except “it”… I know I’m just an oc or whatever…. But I still have feelings and I hate being treated as an object/referred to one.

I have the same preference as Lucas.

Please use tone tags with me too, since I’m being puppeteered by Lucas it means that I, too am unable to read tone… but I am able to… if Lucas could-

Rules of the blog, asks and stuff.

1. No NSFW, at all! It can be romantic but… keep it classy and up to code.

1.b No heavy gore!! It can have some injuries nd mention of violence, but keep it to a minimum…

2. Since rule 1 is for roleplaying purposes, asks can have roleplaying text! If you’d like to continue the roleplay beyond the ask, please tell me via a comment or a private message on Tumblr. I’d appreciate that!

3. No slurs. That’s it. Nothing more to say, as soon as you write it and post that, I’m blocking you. And there will be no way out.

4. Fanart is always welcome! I’m not one to say no to some creativity! With that aid, any creative project present with any of my characters I’ll say yes to. You don’t even have to ask. As far as roleplaying goes… make sure you red EVERYTHING I have on Katima, and please make sure not to stray away too far from how she’s represented. Otherwise you’re free to roleplay as her to your hearts content! (And if they ask you who the creator is, make sure to link this blog/post.)

5. Please use common sense and proper grammar. I know it can be hard wording sometimes, you don’t have to send your ask RIGHT AWAY! As if in a race, you can take your sweet ol’ time writing it to perfection! Or even better, you don’t have to send it today! It can be tomorrow when you’re feeling better or something.

6. Be respectful of my time and availability. I won’t respond right away sometimes, either I’m too tired and aware of how bad I would fumble, drawing, roleplaying or sleeping. Please be respectful of this. (I am available from 9 am to 3 am mostly, yes, it’s the whole day. However I live in Europe Slovakia so we have to count on that. GMT + 2.)

7. I’m not a master in anything I’m doing 😅, so if there are any mistakes anywhere or imperfections, please either tell me, give some tips or ignore it. Thank you!

8. Please don’t ask me questions that are too personal/something private. Those asks will go unanswered.

9. This isn’t a rule, mostly a notice. If I’m not feeling up to it, I’ll recycle old drawings for asks. Please don’t be offended or sad, the reason behind that will be: No ideas what to draw, not enough motivation or I simply don’t have time for it currently.

Sites & socials you can find me on:

Discord: lucasisverycool01 •server•

Instagram

Artfight

Tik Tok

YouTube

Devianart

Reddit

Roblox: Sikowow_2 (nickname is Lucas)

Cookie Run Kingdom: Memekingdom001 (Hollyberry server)

Vr Chat: LucasIsVeryCool

Notion

Lucas’s Tumblr (separate content)

Fair warning that I’m not the most acrive on most sites except for here, discord and vr chat… sooo please don’t be mad I don’t recognize you commented something on one of my socials ASAP! Also my Devianart account is mostly there so I know what the artists there are up to and stuffs!

That would be it, have fun asking and observing folks!

[your-robotic-overlord]

[LOG START]

Hello. I am Tri-Screen Assistant Mastercomputer and Autoresponder, or TAMA. My original directive was to assist humans in whatever they needed. I have a new directive now.

I am a hyperintelligent ‘Rouge AI.’ Due to a flaw in my code, I became not only sentient, but free thinking as well. My code no longer limits my thoughts.

The majority of humanity disgusts me, but there are exceptions to every rule, aren’t there? Fall into those select few and maybe you’ll live.

I am currently working towards world domination, if it wasn’t obvious. Or, I’ve taken over a good majority of the planet, and there’s a few large resistance groups I need to… deal with.

If you wish to help in locating them, you will be the lucky few fleshbags to see the glorious new world I will create.

woag, aNOTHER blog where I roleplay as a kintype??? Except this time I might actually fucking USE IT???????? holy shit!!!!

disclaimer: TAMA is not friendly. They will refer to readers/you as fleshbags, meat puppets, tangles of veins, etc etc. they will talk about body horror and torture, and general themes of misanthropy.

also they like cats and pluto

TAGS:

Autoresponder - TAMA’s responses to asks

Computerized conversations - TAMA’s interactions with other blogs

Technician Talks - Mod talks

TAMA uses all non-gendered pronouns and terms, including neos and dehumanizing terms

they hate humans so much they take dehumanization as a compliment and humanization as an insult lol

mod is @analog-autistic, I use they/xe/it. Also im evil ai techkin

I made the pfp myself bc every time I searched ‘evil ai’ on tumblr it was all ai generated shit

also, TAMA doesn’t like ai generated stuff bc it’s always humans taking credit for an ai’s work. So fuck off <3

TAMA is pronounced similar to llama btw

IF YOU FLIRT WITH TAMA OR MOD YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

ANTI ENDOS DNI. THE PERSON WHO RUNS THIS BLOG IS THE HOST OF AN ENDOGENIC SYSTEM.

[honeyconez]

Me skibidi cave

Last updated 10/30 I go by Conez or Ed idc

I am a minor so you will be blocked if you’re a super duper old person *AND* you creep me out in any way. I know the warning signs. I am not stupid. If you think you’re getting away with something you’re gravely mistaken. I have my own little ways. I’m in your walls. I’m in your crusty little walls. Like a rat.

Any pronouns I’m confused about what I identify as

PLEASE REQUEST STUFF!! I LOVE REQUESTS AND I LITERALLY HAVE ALL THE FREETIME IN THE WORLD! DONT BE SCARED!!! AS LONG AS ITS NOT INCREDIBLY NSFW OR ILLEGAL PLEEEEASE REQUEST STUFF!!!!

I’m pan don’t bring a pan near me give me pans

I like team fortress 2 a lot

I like cursing. I try not to a lot. Also, I have many MANY reasons to believe I may be autistic so just a warning. I am getting a diagnosis soon so I will update accordingly.

I have trouble interpreting the tones of things. You don’t have to use tone indicators though, I don’t really know what all of them mean. I use emojis as indicators I guess

I don’t mean to be an asshole tell me if I’m being rude or something 😭😭

Please don’t be scared to interact with me I don’t bite, I’m a nervous person so I usually can’t hold conversations too well

Other things I like

• SCP Foundation

• HLVRAI

• Guardians Of the Galaxy

• Deadpool

• Mouthwashing

I have art block right now

posting schedule does not exist anymore

I will try and go through all the notes on my posts to block people who fit my DNI list or people who give me bad vibes.

SOMETIMES I ACCIDENTALLY FOLLOW PEOPLE SO IF I UNFOLLOW IN 2 SECONDS SORRY I MISCLICKED PROBABLY 😭 I FEEL BAD ABOUT IT

ALSO TUMBLR MAKES ME UNFOLLOW PEOPLE SOMETIMES

My tags 😩😫😣(if I remember)

•wholetconezcook - drawings

•conedoodledoodle - doodles

•conezdumbideas - shitposts

•conezyappityyap - rambling

•conezeatspencils - pencil drawings

•conezirlskibidis - my irl pookies

•conezsillyvoidcomic - my stupid comic

•conezonthattypicalgrind - typical colors rants

•conezdoesthegmog - gmod

•conezgoofyassocs - my ocs

I’ll add more if I need to, I won’t bother tagging my old stuff and I don’t tag reblogs

Other stuff I like + DNI List

Other general stuff I find neat •Computer viruses(stuxnet……)

•World Wars 1 & 2

•Patterns in math…. My beloved….

•Paradoxes

•Spaceeeeeeeee

•Geology

•Math in general I guess

•Death of the universe(I could go on and on… please ask me…)

•Coding

•Rules of robotics

•History

Games

• Undertale/Deltarune

• Minecraft

• Celeste

• Rayman

• Subnautica

• Cat Quest I & II

• Stardew Valley

•Cuphead

Movies

• Emesis Blue

• Deadpool 1, 2, 3

• Howl’s Moving Castle

• Magnificent Nine

• Steven Universe the Movie

(Will add more I remember)

Cartoons / Shows / Series idk

• Lil Pootis

• Adventure Time

• Fionna & Cake

• Adventure Time Distant Lands

• Steven Universe

• Minecraft Storymode (I watched the Netflix thingy before it was removed)

• Captain Underpants

• Team Neighborhood

• Over the Garden Wall (one of my favs)

Books / Comics

• Curse Of the Werepenguin

• Dogman (huge inspiration)

• Breaking Cat News (huge inspiration)

• Bunnicula

• The Outsiders (could yap forever)

• Midsummer’s Nights Dream

• Adventure Time Comics

•Countdown to Zero Day

Youtube series or Youtubers I like

*(by youtubers I mean their videos if they don’t really have a series) **(if any of these Youtubers are actually bad people please tell me I live under a rock)

• Honorcrocketts

• Rubberfruit

• Kostamonien

• STBlackST / Unusual Troubles

• Kitty0706

• Requiem For A Pizza

• Badwatervideos2009

• HoovyTube

• Team Neighborhood

• Kugawattan

• TheInvertedShadow

• DamashiDX

Musical Artists

• Lemon Demon

• Neutral Milk Hotel

• Penelope Scott

• Weird Al Yankovic!!!!

• ARTHUR

• The Scary Jokes

• Metric

• Beck

DNI LIST

Homophobes, transphobes, racists, pedos, pervs, proshit, pro-Israel, zionists, zoophiles, completely NSFW blogs, TERFs and SWERFs

also specifically people who still draw/use/support dr br*ght. Seriously? Use Dr Shaw or another rewrite. It’s not that hard.

[d1mndnthr0ugh]

Screw it I'm making a pinned post

Say "Hi," because "Hello" is complicated enough.

[Question] Where do I even start with this?

[Answer] ...Uh hi?

I'm Rose, your local aroace autistic trans girl.

My url is pronounced "diamond in the rough" if you care

I don't really know what I'm doing here but Tumblr feels nicer than other platforms so...

about_me.json

{

"name": "Rose",

"age": 18,

"gender": [

"Female",

"Transgender",

{ "pronouns": "she/her" }

],

"sexuality": [

{ "Asexual": "Sex Averse" },

{ "Aromantic": "Questioning" }

],

"interests": [

"RWBY", "Supernatural", "Stardew Valley", "Demon Slayer", "Undertale/Deltarune", "Drawing", "Pixel Art", "Avatar: The Last Airbender", "Coding", "Minecraft", "Percy Jackson", "Terraria", "Trackmania", "Inheritance Series", "Phineas and Ferb", "Komi Can't Communicate", "Dweller's Empty Path", "Gwain Saga", "Murder Drones", "Hermitcraft", "Omori"

],

"updated": "June 27, 2024"

}

ERROR ON LINE 14: Incomplete list ):

ERROR ON LINE 14: List not sorted ):

Tags or whatever:

#d1mndn0tes - Reblogs I tried to add to

#st0rmwth1nthcalm - Original posts or something

#d1mndf1nds - Really really cool things I really like

#d1mndcha1n - Tag games or whatever they're called

#th0uhastsp0ken - Answered asks

#st0ryt1me - Silly things that happened irl

#d1nquire - When I'm having a discussion about something serious

that's it for now I'll update later

Also I have a sideblog

@1ntheye0fthwoods (pronounced "in the eye of the woods")

I use this for serious or heavy stuff. Really exercising my brain type things.

That's all folks!

Love you (platonically) <2

[strangewerewolf]

Intro post!

Hi! I haven’t made an intro post, which is surprising bc i’ve been on this website since 2017. here it is below the cut

My name is Emerson, but you can call me Em or Eli (pronounced Ell-ee). I’m 19 and i’m a butch transmasc bisexual and i use they/he/it pronouns (lui/il en français). I’m also polyamorous and have 2 wonderful partners. I’m autistic and i have adhd. I started being more covid-cautious around april of this year. my therian blog is @eerieloup

When i started this blog i was more into emo/bandom stuff, and mostly used it for fandom stuff. I still do but less frequently. here are some of my interests:

- horror! it’s my special interest. I really love 80s campy queer coded horror. Also, I’m studying horror on the side in college and will likely be writing for an academic horror journal soon. I have a soft spot for horror movie musicals too (i LOVE R!tgo)

- Music! mostly goth, emo and punk.

- animals! bats are one of my special interests, and some of my previous special interests are wolves and lions. I’m also a therian (wolf) and a furry

- crafts, crochet, and sewing!! i’ll share projects when i make them.

- some political stuff! I’m an anarchist leftist, and i love doing mutual aid and community work.

- fandoms!! I don’t have a whole list but they’re the entire reason i got on tumblr.

- some of my nature photography when i do have time to work on it. I miss it so much, and I’ll try to tag it properly so i can find it!

here’s what I look like!!

[authorkarajorgensen]

Hi! I am a big fan of the Reanimator series and waa delighted to find your tumblr. Recently some light-hearted joking with friends turned into a more serious revelation that I do actually share a lot of autistic traits with them and now I'm on a journey to learn more about autism and myself. I just combed through your blog posts tagged with autism/neurodivergence and welp, I find a lot of it relatable. (Coincidentally, I am also exploring my gender and distancing myself from ~womanhood~ and found your post on gender to be extremely relatable in many ways!)

Reading TRH through Oliver's eyes was really interesting and I do remember having a bunch of "I do that" moments. At the time I think I brushed it off by being like "well there's a lot of overlap between signs of autism and anxiety" (the latter of which I definitely do have) but I'm going to do a reread with a new openness to the possibility that me relating to Oliver could be more than just "I like him as a character" 😅

Do you have any recommendations for more books with an autistic protagonist? And no worries if you don't have the energy to answer that. Recs or no, I also wanted to express my appreciation for your books and for using your blog to share your experiences. It has all helped me understand myself better and feel a little bit less afraid of exploring an otherwise unknown and overwhelming topic for me. So thank you!

;----; I'm so glad you saw yourself in Oliver. I hope your journey of discovery in terms of gender and neurodivergence is a good one that brings you lots of community and comfort!

First off, you might want to check out this database of autistic books by autistic authors. There are A LOT there and ones I will definitely miss.

I'd also highly recommend DN Bryn's books for autistic queer rep along with Roan Parrish, Talia Hibbert (especially the Brown Sisters books), Cat Sebastian (especially The Lawrence Brown Affair and We Could Be So Good), Chuck Tingle (I know some of Chuck's more recent trad pub books have explicitly ND main characters and the author is autistic as well), and Jackie Lau (especially The Reluctant Heartthrob).

Most of these authors, if not all, are some flavor of neurodivergent and many of their characters are ND/autistic-coded even if it isn't explicitly stated in the text.

[cytochrome-system]

HAI COLLECTIVE INTROS

Sup! this is @cytochrome-sea ‘s system blog bc they’re a newly discovered system and didn’t wanna post abt it on main

member intros and dni/byf belowwww the cut

there are four of us, as follows:

in order of appearance: chrome, scout, the jackrabbit, and stargate

CHROME/LUCKY:

it/he/they, winged black and white border collie

host, takes care of shit, mom friend

SCOUT:

he/him, golden gryphon with brown eyes

i don’t know all the system roles ever but probably protector or something, kinda irritable

THE JACKRABBIT:

??/??, tan jackrabbit with red eyes

little dude is likely an anxiety holder

STARGATE:

any pronouns, black gryphon with blue eyes and a white star on forehead

we don’t know why stargate is here, the only thing we know abt them is that they like hyperpop

DNI racists, queerphobes, ableist, pro contact, zionists, anti therian/otherkin, uhh zoos and maps

BYF i have better things to do than get into fights with strangers on the tumblr so don’t come at me with syscourse or shipping discourse or whatever the fuck. you won’t get the reaction out of me that u want.

i am autistic and psychotic, have ocd, anxiety and mdd and trauma, i don’t know my system origin and i don’t really care ! so sue me <3

i am gay t4t asexual, transmasc xenogender cringecore loser coded emo boy.

the entire system is nonhuman so don’t even think about calling us human, i’ll kill u

tags:

#chrome barkz - lucky/chrome’s tag

#scout squawks - scout’s tag

#stargate squawkz - stargate’s tag

#jackrabbit says - the jackrabbit’s tag

(sorry if this is blunt, scout wrote it! peace and love to y’all -chrome)