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@solunest you when you walk in the room most times
@solunest PRETTY SWORD :D !!!!!
SWORDTEMBER DAY 4: DIVINE RELIC
A sacred artifact once wielded by a holy inquisitor of a long dead God. Ancient text found near its resting place indicate the sword was used to pass judgement during trials. It was believed the opal inlays would allow the sword to pass harmlessly through a target if they spoke the truth.
A comic based on a dream I had the other night.
The idea of something imitating my dog and coming into my home sent chills down my spine
friend asked recently how I knew I was autistic (late self dx) and after a joking answer of ‘five autistic people told me unprompted in the span of about two weeks, I settled on: I don’t.
I don’t Know that I’m autistic. What I do know is that my life makes more sense, and is easier to navigate, when I view it through the lens of being autistic.
I learnt what masking was, and started to undo the damage of 20+ years of it. I let myself stim for the first time out of joy and it was incredible. I recognised it as a regulation skill and started using it for coping. I stopped being cruel to myself about making ‘weird’ noises, I let myself ask for tone clarification from friends. I stopped thinking I was being rude by mimicking others (echolalia). I started respecting my own communication needs and differences. I started being able to communicate these with friends and loved ones, and had the language to do so. I recognised my sensory needs and was better at reducing shutdowns and meltdowns (which is also been confused by and blamed myself for in the past). I also could better identify things that were genuinely impeding on my life and ways to work with myself around them. (Social situations are easier now that I know what information I need before hand, and can prepare. I know what the difficulty involved in switching tasks is and can work with myself on it.)
Mostly I stopped bullying myself the way I’d been bullied growing up for everything that has made me ‘weird’. I stopped policing everything I did the way my parents had in an effort to ‘help’ me blend in. (I don’t resent them for this- I understand that what they did to me is likely what was done to them and they didn’t (and don’t) recognise it.)
Not a weird or broken horse, but a regular zebra.
Bastard sword
Some art I did a bunch of days ago
Commission for @solaneceae , thank you 📺
just for the record i would have played wolves with you
@solunest
This is your future as the chilly lad between us òwó
Vampire problems.
Holy gorgeous animation!! Wow!!
Zip
you're not an horrible person you are 15 years old
When you choose "I'm bald" on a poll this is what you're saying
darling, come here, lay with me in the grass while I tug flowers in your hair
The First King of Hyrule ✨🌿
This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
I don’t WANT a career. I want to cuddle and sleep and eat and read and create and love and be loved.
*stares at my degree, filled with abhorrence*
Years escaping into books, then got a Bachelor's degree..
I don't necessarily regret it. However, it weighs on me sometimes that I no longer work in education or similar fields where this would benefit me..
I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test
Bruh I do a glazed and baked Brussel sprout that is so FUCKING good!
Render some bacon down and chop that shit into bits, clean and quarter each sprout, use the bacon fat to slick them tasty little fuckers up real good and sprinkle those slippery fuckers in a mix of brown sugar, cayenne, onion powder, garlic powder, lil pinch of salt, and some white pepper if you're a weird fuck like me (black pepper will do just fine though)
Bake that shit on high until each sprout passes a fork into em easily, yank em out and toss em with those bacon bits
Enjoy your roasty toasty delicious sweet treat of greans and bacon
Oh and yeah.. staying on theme with OP here
Breed the bitter out, get slicked up, get all hot and tasty, get porked, and get savored on the tongue of someone who enjoys you. It's good for more than just the Brussel sprouts ;]
call me Brussels Sprouts the way I got the bitterness bred out of me