You open your door one day. It’s Satan. He wants, like, your fucking laptop or a really impressive drawing you did or something. When you say, “Get thee gone Satan,” he murders your father and steals your drawing and also destroys the sun.
Author: lebelinoria
The night before Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the battle of unnumbered tears.
The feeling of having reached a stage of life you’ve worked very hard the majority of your life to reach, a goal you’ve used to push through a lot of bullshit, then coming to realise it’s not an end. You have to actually keep living. (Binging shounen anime proved to be neither a cure nor a treatment to this feeling)
I have been spared this particular feeling, via the expedient of never having had any goals to speak of. The “you have to actually keep living” problem, though, is a pretty universal one, and one I’m very familiar with, thanks to the aforementioned lack of momentum thing I’ve got going on. So what you do is you get up and find a reason to act; and if pressure’s gone, and fear’s gone, and even the completionist urge isn’t there because you’ve run out of rungs on your ladder, then the next thing you do is find a rabbit and chase it. It doesn’t matter what it is. Find a scent. In the name of that fierce, bloody-mouthed joy for which there is probably a specific German word, go out and kill something.
What I am telling you is that you need a hobby.
Kya, canonically a lesbian, tells Korra and Asami about same-sex relationships and coming out in the four nations. We also find out that Kyoshi was bi!
Damn nature you scary
nighttime adventures of forest friends
fëanor calling melkor a jailcrow of mandos and slamming the door in his face is honestly the most iconic moment in the whole legendarium
#honestly the majority of Feanor’s decisions #were excellent decisions #it’s just when he got it wrong #the results were spectacular [x]
i don’t care how cheesy it sounds, sometimes when you’re suffering you really need to stop, sit down and have a conversation with yourself. no fighting is allowed with yourself. do not frame yourself as the problem. do not let your insecurities interfere with your thought process. be careful with them.
have a conversation with yourself as if there were two of you- facing each other. you’re hurting for a reason. you’re behind for a reason. you don’t care for reasons. returning to our bodies and understanding why can drastically change our relationships with ourselves, seriously. where does it hurt? your heart, why? because of heartbreak? are you repressing tears? can you wait any longer for something to come to you? are you afraid of something? are you distancing yourself without realizing?
sometimes i needlessly hurt without thinking about why- because thinking is something you do and i don’t want to do anything. i’d rather my head go blank than think of myself, to centralize myself, to deal with myself. but those steps are so crucial to improving the relationship i have with myself. if i can find ways to understand myself, i can find the origin of the hurt. it always trails back to something.
Theatre of Coolty (The Movie)
Every Homestuck should watch this weekly, if not daily. It should be the Talmud to Homestuck’s Torah.
i just finished this and i am astonished theres a piece of homestuck fanwork that gives me the exact same viscerally unsettling experience as a david lynch film would
You never appreciate how fucking wild homestuck was until you see shit like this and it makes perfect sense.
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For everyone who wasn’t Homestuck on 10/25/11,
Here’s a wonderful and accurate representation of that night.
livebloggingmydescentintomadness:
If you look up symptoms of ASD specific to girls one of them is frequently “masculine behavior/dress” or whatever and people love to blame that on autism being an “extreme male brain” but it’s really very easily explained when you consider what femininity is: a set of implicit social rules forced on women. Like, of course autistic girls and women aren’t going to be as successful at performing femininity “correctly.” It doesn’t have to do with the fictitious male brain. It has to do with femininity being inaccessible to people who have difficulty navigating complex and arbitrary social conventions.
there’s also the fact that so much of performative femininity amounts to sensory hell.
I mean, just wearing a bra can be agonizing when you’re hypersensitive to the way it feels on your skin, and then there’s makeup, high heels, uncomfortable clothes, hair styling, perfume, etc etc. all this shit can be really uncomfortable just for allistics, but when you have sensory issues it can be downright unbearable.
I think it should be mentioned that this affects trans people too in that when I came out to my mom she said “you’re not trans, it’s just your autism”
also like the ‘prize’ for performing femininity well is just social status. like, that’s it. if you don’t prioritize the approval of strangers over your own comfort and autonomy, you’re not going to be a very ‘good’ girl.
good point. social status is just so abstract and weird when you’re autistic, why would you even want that? like if it’s the only way to get people to quit bullying you, fine, but once you’re out of school it’s much easier to avoid people than politic at them. so of course autistic women aren’t going to deal with makeup and pinchy shoes and scrunchy clothes and fifty million self-contradictory social rules just to get something that’s, to us, about as interesting as being a 33rd degree scientologist and getting to learn about the space clams or whatever.
male privilege is me getting to be respected for being forthright and well informed instead of for wearing complicated clothes. autistic women have it rough, y’all.
just moving along like everyone else 