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I think "people finding your old fanfic" is the "people finding your old nude pictures" of the literary world.
I just saw a fanfic author on tiktok advertising their fic like booktok does and peace and love but friend. your real life actual face??? associated with your fic???
listen, as far as y'all are concerned, I am a sentient seal with access to a keyboard, and we're leaving it at that
Mom: You were so mature as a child! Why are acting like such a child?!
Me: (in my brain) I don’t know mom, maybe you never taught how to adult?!
Apparently some autistic people are more mature in childhood than adulthood because they mimic what other adults do according to some research? I remember being independent as a kid. But now as an adult, I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing…
I wish my mom understood this. I’m not trying to be childish. I don’t even know how to be an adult in the first place…
Not windy enough : Open a window :: Not shady enough : Open a shadow :: Not rainby enough : Open a rainbow
A GameFAQs analogy
ZeroArchery: What does "rehash" mean?
WillWare: It means making some good hash browns for breakfast that everyone enjoys, then taking the leftovers and reseasoning them for tomorrow's breakfast.
Do you know about the fig tree analogy?
It's from Slyvia Plath's novel The Bell Jar. It basically states what you could or could've been in life. The fig tree represents life and the figs represent all the options you have. You pick one, but must let go of all the others.
When you're all alone, in your bed, looking up at the ceiling, do you ever think of what might've been? what could've been? or what could be? Because I certainly do. I think about the risks I should've taken, the decisions I should've made and how it would shape my life. I think about how I dream of becoming an astronaut, a fashion designer, a business owner, a doctor, a journalist, a pianist and an artist. I think about how life would be if I experienced teenage romance.
I sometimes wonder if it's unhealthy to ponder about these things, after all we're taught to be content with what we have. And as depressing as it is, I also see the beauty in it. Imagine how life would be for you if you picked the wrong fig, or maybe the fig is still ripening, waiting for the perfect time to be harvested.
With all the options you have, I do hope you pick the right fig.
The LOA & Throwing Balls
The loa is lowkey like throwing a ball into the air. You have a ball in ur hand, you throw it, you know its coming back down, and it does come back down.
You have a desire (you have a ball)
Throw that desire (simply js identifying the desire or wtv works for u like subs, affs, or js nothing)
You know the ball is going to come back down (you know your gonna get what u want)
The ball does come back down (your manifestation reflects in ur 3D)
See now nobody come for me w my wording or anything ab the present past future, you already have it , etc. im js making an analogy w poor wording 😁😁
A simple sexuality/gender analogy
Heterosexuality: I have blond hair and I like people with brown hair.
Homosexuality: I have blond hair and I like people with blond hair.
Bisexuality: I have blond hair and I like people with blond or brown
Pansexuality: I have blond hair and I don't really care what someone's hair color is. When deciding if I like someone, I tend to focus more on their eye color as opposed to their hair color.
Asexual: I have blond hair and I don't real attraction to any particular hair color. I can appreciate the aesthetic but I, myself, do not feel that attraction.
Cis-gender: I was born with blond hair and I feel it suits me.
Transgender: I was born with blond hair but I find myself to be a brunette and so I dye my hair and do not associate with having blond hair.
Bigender: I was born with blond hair, but I don't always feel like a blond, and so I sometimes dye my hair brown or I have bits of both and I do not associate with simply having blond hair.
Non-binary: I was born with blond hair but I don't feel like a blond or a brunette, so I dye my hair red and do not associate with having blond hair.
Agender/genderless: I was born with blond hair but I do not think of myself as a blond or any other hair color and so I choose to shave my head and do not associate with having blond hair.
Questioning: I was born with blond hair, but sometimes I don't feel like it suits me but I'm still not sure which hair color I want. I may sometimes dye my hair different colors just to see how I like them, or I may just keep my blond hair for the time being so that no one thinks I'm weird.
(**A comment on gender: If you knew someone with blond hair but they decided to dye it whatever color they wanted, would you comment on it? If someone had blue hair, would you tell them that it's not real because its unnatural? Would you tell a dyed brunette that it was a shame for them to ruin their nice blond hair? Then why would you tell a trans-man that he was such a pretty girl? Why would you tell someone who dyed their hair red that it looks ridiculous and they're just making it up and it's unnatural?)
Such a clever way to get the point across if you are trying to teach self love to a child/teen or someone really struggling with accepting themselves... Sometimes simple concepts are the most powerful!
"are you seriously comparing x to y?!?"
no brenda, i made what is known as a hyperbolic analogy to express my point. unlike you, i have more than 2 braincells brenda. i am capable of understanding neuance and critical thinking skills brenda. obviously i am not saying X is the exact same or more serious than Y brenda, maybe pick up a book and learn reading comprehension before joining a very serious and mature discussion BRENDA
theo x liam where theo is the moon and liam is the sun where they’ll always be a glimpse away from one another but never truly feel the touch of their lover because the sun isn’t supposed to be seen in tandem with the moon
The Wisdom of Serenity
In a charming neighborhood nestled between rolling hills, there lived two dogs: Rufus and Bella. Rufus was a lively and exuberant pup, always seeking attention and affection from anyone who crossed his path. Bella, on the other hand, was a serene and composed dog, content to bask in the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze that rustled through the trees.
Every day, Rufus would bound up to passersby, wagging his tail eagerly and nudging them with his nose, hoping for a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. "Love me! Love me!" he seemed to say with his enthusiastic demeanor.
Meanwhile, Bella would simply sit by the garden gate, her wise eyes watching the world go by. She exuded a quiet confidence, knowing that love would come to her in its own time and in its own way.
At first, many people were drawn to Rufus's playful antics. They would laugh and smile at his enthusiasm, giving him the attention he craved. But over time, they began to feel overwhelmed by his constant demands for affection. Some would gently push him away, while others would simply ignore him, their attention captured instead by Bella's serene presence.
As days turned into weeks, Rufus grew increasingly frustrated. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to win the affection he so desperately sought. He would bark louder, jump higher, and wag his tail faster, but still, people seemed to gravitate towards Bella, drawn to her quiet grace and inner peace.
One day, as Rufus lay dejectedly in the shade, watching Bella receive yet another pat on the head from a passerby, he realized something important. Love, he realized, couldn't be forced. It couldn't be demanded or commanded. It had to be given freely, without expectation or agenda.
With this newfound understanding, Rufus approached Bella, his tail no longer wagging frantically but swaying gently from side to side. Bella looked at him with a knowing gaze, and without a word, she scooted over to make room for him beside her.
And in that moment, as they sat side by side in the warmth of the afternoon sun, Rufus realized that he didn't need to demand love from others. He just needed to be himself, to embrace the quiet moments of connection, and to trust that love would find its way to him, just as it had found its way to Bella.
When elected I promise to evenly distribute heat around the body. How will I do that, very painful surgery which I do not know how to do and would take me years to master. Which is why you should continue to vote for me. If I make mistakes along the way, those are for the sake of progress.
Politics.
A pretty cool dream,
That is more complex than thought
But hey, give me time?
I’ve just thought of a half-decent analogy to describe asexuality to allosexuals, perhaps even for aromanticism as well. It works best for sex-indifference, but I think it applies either way, so. Bear with me.
Have you ever seen a pair of mittens and immediately, instinctively, unprompted, thought about what it would feel like to wear them? What their fabric feels like? How your hands would feel inside them, what they look like on the inside? Precisely how warm they’d be? To the point where even if you’d never seen those mittens before and never see them again, you might even think about them after? No? Yea, me neither.
Imagine you’re out shopping with a group of friends and you see a lineup of mittens. Everyone’s jumping over eachother to point out, “oh, I’ve gotta wear this one,” “guys, look at this one,” “I need these” “this is totally my style” “I bet these are so comfy” and then someone looks at you, just standing there because…wtf. And they go “What about you? Which mittens do you wanna wear? C’mon, I know you want at least one!” Would you pick a pair of mittens? It seems like a relatively low stakes social interaction, they all seem to be having fun, nothing about this will truly affect the mittens at this time, you don’t have to buy anything, and there’s plenty of aesthetic criteria to base the choice on if you want. Would you pick one? I would. Many of us did.
Imagine right now, you learned a new fact that has always been true about the world and that everyone else sees as normal: 99% of people see some pair of mittens, maybe 1 in every 20, and immediately and instinctively think about wearing them, like I described earlier. They want to, they feel what’s described as a biological urge to wear those mittens. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t, sometimes they check out the mittens first, sometimes they just wear a pair of mittens they found on the sidewalk without knowing anything about them. Feeling this was is considered normal, and everyone has assumed you feel this way too, because this is the default. That inclination is normal, and you’re weird.
What would you think? Perhaps some level of what the fuck? But there’s no problem with wearing mittens, you guess, you just didn’t realize people actually felt that way, you thought they were exaggerating or joking around, but no. Would you struggle to believe it? Would you pretend to feel the same? What would you say the next time someone asked you about what kind of mittens you want to wear, knowing that’s what they really mean, knowing you’ve never felt that way about a pair of mittens?
People judge you now for not feeling as inclined to wear specific mittens as they do. Even some friends stick their hands in their pockets when you walk up, and stop talking about mittens at all because they don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Perhaps they act as if you don’t have hands, or insist you just haven’t found the right pair of mittens yet. For all you know, you could still find that “perfect pair” but time just keeps going and you’re clearly missing something. People accuse you of lying, laugh at you, maybe even try to shove mittens onto your hands just to show you how it feels, to “fix” you. Will you wear mittens just to appease the masses? Will you pretend to want mittens you don’t really care about? None of this makes any sense to you!
I think the analogy is pretty clear at this point, but I really want to emphasize that I’m not exaggerating here. The analogy isn’t perfect, but as far as I’ve taken it, it emotionally follows. The idea that someone could look at someone else, especially someone they don’t know, and immediately imagine them naked or want to touch them or whatever sounds just as ridiculous as someone achieving climax from wearing a pair of mittens. When people asked me who my “crush” was as a kid, like many aces and aros, I just picked a random person because I didn’t understand.
I have nothing against sex, I feel quite neutral about it and if you’re having it and enjoying it, I’m happy for you… but I just don’t care to try it. I shouldn’t have to. Just accept that I don’t care that much about the mittens.
"Sharp" by @mysteriousmysticc
warning:blood, gore, death
The daggers face my back
Ever so quietly I ducked
Pierces the one i love
Laying with blood like a dove
Prices i pay to avoid
Precious knives of voids
Leading to a path of noise
With a deep dead voice
Notice the road I conquered
Spikes that never lowered
I felt like a coward
whenever they had towered
Stabbing noises i hear of her
Feeling my head severed
To my eyes its tethered
Skinned my skin covered in fur.
