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"The day before there were another 23 victims. He's killing one off, every hour on the hour."

Okay but time is a social construct. Time is relative. How does the Death Note know what time it is? Which clock is it going off of? If I take it into a spaceship, fly off into another sphere of gravity, and ask for the death to occur at 6, is it going off the spaceship's time or Earth's time? How does it know???

I rewatched Phantom of the Opera today (25th Anniversary) and now I kinda want to write an xReader AU fanfic where Idia is the Phantom. I don't know who Raoul is, but I'm considering Azul. Feeling a little silly, I might just try it.

Me: Once these friends stop loving me, I can never love again.

My logic: What? They still love you tho?? Why are you saying that, they've given no indication that they're gonna stop.

Me: This is it. I will never use my heart again.

Logic: Literally nothing is happening????

Me: Cruel world, I shame you for hurting me. Tears, I loathe that I need you. Love, I wish I never knew you.

Logic: LITERALLY SHUT UP, YOU'RE FINE??????????

You are doing awesome and I hope you have a wonderful day

Thank you?

My brother told me that he doesn't like talking to others but that he's fine with talking to me because I'm the only person he knows that plays Genshin, but what will he do when he's no longer interested in the game? Will he stop coming by my room? Will he stop texting me memes? Will he stop asking if I want to hear the latest leaks? Will I only see him during dinner when he's home for a break, and then never again?

Interests wane in severity. I know this. How much longer will my brother be friendly before he no longer needs me around to listen to him?

I could never be a main character because I'm sensitive and insecure and depressed and I have anxiety and I would simply die after hearing anything mean directed at me even three times.

@thalia-rains !!!!!!!! Oh my gosh, thank you for this list! I will definitely be checking them out! <3

Imagine a fantasy book where all the characters are autistic and there's a mysterious oracle who only speaks in riddles, but it's not because they're cursed. It's because they're the only neurotypical and no one can understand them because they never say what they mean.

I wish people would love each other. I wish so completely that people would be kind and lovely and nice. Sometimes I wonder if people can be good.

I think, if I simply grew up with a good mother, I would be able to believe in the inherent beautiful humanity of people. For now, I have to be wary of even my reflection.

There should be a lock button on photo apps so that when I show my conservative parents a picture, they can't accidentally swipe to see all the gay fanart right next to it.

Imagine a fantasy book where all the characters are autistic and there's a mysterious oracle who only speaks in riddles, but it's not because they're cursed. It's because they're the only neurotypical and no one can understand them because they never say what they mean.

I want to go to sleep today. Why? Because I want to dream.

Bruh I'm so platonically in love and simping so hard for my best friend how do I handle this

Instead of going to sleep, I am going to go play Genshin and I am going to fall in love with Monsieur Neuvillette because he's got gorgeous eyeliner and he's very kind and he's vageuly awkward and he commands a room well

It's hard trying to talk to my mother because when you try to get an answer out of her, she'll imply something that she's not saying and she refuses to say what she means. And when YOU say what you mean, she believes there's a hidden meaning and she won't actually answer your question because she thinks you’re trying to say something else.

I only ever eat half of my sandwiches. Idk man, sandwiches are just too much of a commitment, sorry 🫤

Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually autistic or if I’m making it up, but just now I hovered my cursor over the red bar on YouTube, and I very literally and physically felt the left side of my head buzz when the cursor was on the left side, and I was shivering until I put the cursor on the right side to balance it out, and only when I put the cursor in the middle did both sides of my head buzz at an equal frequency. Which I don’t think is normal.

When is it my turn to live in a small apartment in a big city where I'm friends with all the neighbors and with the baker and the grocery store owners who I get to talk to on my weekly shopping trips, where everything is within walking distance, and where I can spend hours at a coffee shop to write and I'm friends with the regulars and the workers. I want to look out my window at night and revel in the city lights, knowing that there is an infinite amount of possibilities waiting for me whenever I'm ready to grab them.

While the plot of Barbie Princess Charm School (2011) is often criticized on the seemingly ridiculous method of assigning the scholarship via lottery, this in actuality works as a larger allegory for the world of higher academia: Madame Privet states that only 27% of the “lottery girls” graduate, and Blair, who comes from a lower class background, suffers, in addition to social ostracization on account of her socio-economic background, a learning curve, as she struggles with concepts that the other girls, who were all raised to be princesses, take for granted. We can presume, then, that the other girls who graduated were very likely from socio-economic backgrounds that encouraged them to receive training ahead of time in, for example, etiquette, history, geography, etc., giving them a distinct advantage in the system while disadvantaging girls from lower class backgrounds. The only means for students such as Blair to gain social mobility is via a mentor based system, in which a teacher, such as Madame Privet, personally oversees their education. While the scholarship maintains the illusion of equality, therefore, there is no equity in the system. We might compare this to the modern American academic system, which overwhelmingly claims to be merit-based while also overwhelmingly privileging students who can, for example, pay for extensive testing or an expensive undergraduate or MA degree. Furthermore, the emphasis on letters of recommendation puts an overwhelming pressure on students to maintain a good relationship with their supervisors which can in fact hide abusive power dynamics. In this essay I will….

@zestys-world AUTISTIC ALHAITHAM IS THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE ALHAITHAM

No need to apologise, thank you so much for ranting! You're absolutely right on every point. He makes so much more sense that way. He's such a simple and complex character at the same time and he's so flawed and HUMAN and I adore his character for it.

I see your "Kaveh gets hurt and Alhaitham is forced to face his feelings and confesses before it's too late", but I raise you: "Alhaitham gets hurt and confesses because he's too out of it to have the filter that's usually keeping him from complimenting Kaveh at every turn"

@duskianfae YOU GET IT. No because listen, that was almost exactly my thought process.

I see your "Kaveh gets hurt and Alhaitham is forced to face his feelings and confesses before it's too late", but I raise you: "Alhaitham gets hurt and confesses because he's too out of it to have the filter that's usually keeping him from complimenting Kaveh at every turn"

@thoughtsofagremlin

AYO

HEY

HEY OH MY GOODNESS YOU MADLAD YOU ACTUALLY DID IT

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I WAS

I DIDN'T BELIEVE IT AT FIRST AND I JUST SAT THERE STARING AT THE NOTIFICATION UNTIL IT SUNK IN AND I WAS SO EXCITED LISTEN THANK YOU YOU'VE BLESSED US ALL

I see your "Kaveh gets hurt and Alhaitham is forced to face his feelings and confesses before it's too late", but I raise you: "Alhaitham gets hurt and confesses because he's too out of it to have the filter that's usually keeping him from complimenting Kaveh at every turn"

I see your "Kaveh gets hurt and Alhaitham is forced to face his feelings and confesses before it's too late", but I raise you: "Alhaitham gets hurt and confesses because he's too out of it to have the filter that's usually keeping him from complimenting Kaveh at every turn"

Music is powerful because it hurts. It actually, very physically hurts. It feels like a thick balloon is inflating behind your chest and it's spreading to your stomach and arms and fingers and you want to curl into yourself as if that will stop it from growing but it continues on. The nostalgia will only ever be nostalgia. The weekly visits with a friend are now barely even a text every few months. The fandom you dedicated your life to is barely even a passing thought anymore. The ideas that ran through your head now gather dust as a forgotten word document. Life is better, sure, but life used to have them. Why couldn't life be better and still keep them?

This would have never happened if you hadn’t listened to that music. But oh how beautiful those memories are, and there's a smile on your face despite the balloon threatening to pop if you listen a moment longer.

There was once a time where I would respond to my mother calling my name by asking "what did I do?" because the only reason she would be calling me is if I had done something wrong. It's not that she would ignore me or something during other times, she just always thought I was doing something wrong.

SCREW THE HATERS

I LOVE MYSELF

I LOVE THAT I PHYSICALLY REACT TO MY THOUGHTS BY IMMEDIATELY HIDING MY FACE AND I LOVE THAT I SHIP MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS AND I LOVE HOW EXCITED I GET OVER MY FANDOMS AND I LOVE HOW MUCH I TALK AND I DESERVE SOMEONE WHO ALSO LOVES THAT ABOUT ME

nvm I found some good fanfics

I haven’t had a good long cry in a while and it’s annoying me. I need a fictional thing to lose my heart to.

I have been given many things to cry over this weekend, and none of them were fictional, and also I wasn't able to let myself cry over them

I haven’t had a good long cry in a while and it’s annoying me. I need a fictional thing to lose my heart to.