I love that phenomenon where ur talking to another neurodivergent person for the first time and u haven’t quite grocked their flavor of brain yet and they haven’t grocked yours and you’re both using your Acceptable Friendly Person Getting To Know You Script on each other but of course those scripts have been calibrated mainly for use with, like, normal people, so you just end up being like two conversational roombas bonking gently off one another like “hello fellow human” “hello fellow ‘hello fellow human’” until you both at some point manage to adjust your programming and actually like, communicate
It’s like when I was a kid I had two furbies and when you put them next to each other they’d just natter nonsensically past one another for a bit and then at some point one would abruptly recognize the other with its furby sensor or w/e and it would shout “DANCE!” and the other one would flap its ears and reply “HEY, DANCE” and then, in perfect unison, they would begin to rock back and forth while chanting “doot doot doo doot doot doo”
It’s exactly like that. I love it. Crazy people are the best, we are super excellent, i love us, i love crazy ppl
I wrote this post in my head while having a major dissociative episode in the bathroom and its the best and truest thing Ive ever said
u can tell a lot by a person’s favorite marvel movie
put in the tags which one is ur fav i wanna know
Dungeons and Dragons but it’s a different letter of the alphabet
Grottoes and Gnomes
Oubliettes and Orcs
Basements and Bugbears
Pillars and Psychics.
Jungles and Jabberwockies
manholes and minotaurs
Wizards and warlocks
Does anyone else hate coat shopping as much as I do? No wonder I’ve gone years without having a decent winter coat. Ugh it’s just so obnoxious especially because I just always feel like a short puffy marshmallow whenever I put on a coat. And like I’m not spending $100 to look like a damn marshmallow. Aphrodite and Hermes pls help me!!
You are buying the wrong kind of coat. Buy a slim fit, one size up, and layer underneath it.
Do you know where OP lives, swimmingbyrd?
Do you???
(If you do, please disregard this post and have a fine day.)
(In fact, have a fine day no matter what, you are wonderful.)
If you do NOT know OP’s location, you have no right to go around suggesting FLIMSY, CIVILIZED jackets. They are like WWII German uniforms – stylish but utterly unsuited to the terrain they were supposedly designed for.
Maybe OP lives somewhere where it actually gets cold! And you wear a shirt, a sweater, a puffy marshmallow parka, a scarf, toque, two sets of mitts, longjohns, etc.
You could be leaving OP in danger! All the teenagers at my highschool would prance around in their tight jeans and stylish jackets, and the sane kids had to drag them inside so they didn’t freeze every once in a while. Don’t encourage such behaviour!
Australia bans all books and cartoon episodes that feature people befriending spiders, in the hopes of keeping their children alive. Northerners need to start banning all the TV shows where you throw on a nice sweater and scarf because it’s snowing. We need to keep our young people alive!
i think you’ve mentioned laura kinney a few times in the camp au and i was wondering if you could share some info about her like her role in the camp and her relationships with the other characters and stuff?
hey! yeah, Laura’s bumping around the AU!! (Baiscally, everyone’s in it- there’s just literally 500 X Men so I sometimes forget people when I make big lists LMAOOOO there are so god damn many)
Laura’s like, 10, and she along with Daken (16) and the camp’s youngest member Gabby (6) live with Logan in his secret log camp that’s hidden somewhere on campus that he wont tell anyone the coordinates for. Her favorite activities include: hiding in trees and dropping onto Scott at various points in the day; slashing up the Avenger’s water tanks; braiding things into Daken’s hair; and widdling wood with her dad.
She also never gets in trouble (despite Scott’s MANY qualms) because Xavier thinks she’s a perfect angel, and he’s happy shes here.

“Bad news compadres, this place is magic as hell.”
📷 – @davecabbage
[Image shows a person in Taako cosplay. Or possibly Taako. It’s hard to tell. They’re wearing a large floppy red hat, a black long sleeve shirt that has ruffles at the neck, and a tan (possibly leather) skirt. They’re holding a dark umbrella with white and red patterns. Both hands are covered with rings, and a long cord hangs down to their waist with a another large ring on it. Large brown ears emerge from their long black hair. They’re sticking their tongue out.
End ID.]
old people really need to learn how to text accurately to the mood they’re trying to represent like my boss texted me wondering when my semester is over so she can start scheduling me more hours and i was like my finals are done the 15th! And she texts back “Yay for you….” how the fuck am i supposed to interpret that besides passive aggressive
Someone needs to do a linguistic study on people over 50 and how they use the ellipsis. It’s FASCINATING. I never know the mood they’re trying to convey.
I actually thought for a long time that texting just made my mother cranky. But then I watched my sister send her a funny text, and my mother was laughing her ass off. But her actual texted response?
“Ha… right.”
Like, she had actual goddamn tears in her eyes, and that was what she considered an appropriate reply to the joke.I just marvelled for a minute like ‘what the actual hell?’ and eventually asked my mom a few questions. I didn’t want to make her feel defensive or self-conscious or anything, it just kind of blew my mind, and I wanted to know what she was thinking.
Turns out that she’s using the ellipsis the same way I would use a dash, and also to create ‘more space between words’ because it ‘just looks better to her’. Also, that I tend to perceive an ellipsis as an innate ‘downswing’, sort of like the opposite of the upswing you get when you ask a question, but she doesn’t. And that she never uses exclamation marks, because all her teachers basically drilled it into her that exclamation marks were horrible things that made you sound stupid and/or aggressive.
So whereas I might sent a response that looked something like:
“Yay! That sounds great – where are we meeting?”
My mother, whilst meaning the exact same thing, would go:
‘Yay. That sounds great… where are we meeting?”
And when I look at both of those texts, mine reads like ‘happy/approval’ to my eye, whereas my mother’s looks flat. Positive phrasing delivered in a completely flat tone of voice is almost always sarcastic when spoken aloud, so written down, it looks sarcastic or passive-aggressive.
On the reverse, my mother thinks my texts look, in her words, ‘ditzy’ and ‘loud’. She actually expressed confusion, because she knows I write and she thinks that I write well when I’m constructing prose, and she, apparently, could never understand why I ‘wrote like an airhead who never learned proper English’ in all my texts. It led to an interesting discussion on conversational text. Texting and text-based chatting are, relatively, still pretty new, and my mother’s generation by and large didn’t grow up writing things down in real-time conversations. The closest equivalent would be passing notes in class, and that almost never went on for as long as a text conversation might. But letters had been largely supplanted by telephones at that point, so ‘conversational writing’ was not a thing she had to master.
So whereas people around my age or younger tend to text like we’re scripting our own dialogue and need to convey the right intonations, my mom writes her texts like she’s expecting her Eighth grade English teacher to come and mark them in red pen. She has learned that proper punctuation and mistakes are more acceptable, but when she considers putting effort into how she’s writing, it’s always the lines of making it more formal or technically correct, and not along the lines of ‘how would this sound if you said it out loud?’
Reblogging for reference because I’m working on this exact question for the book right now.
The best cover for Bruce Wayne would be dumb carefree playboy who is also Instagram Optimistic, everyday he’s posting a selfie of his smiling at his breakfast with a caption like “it’s a waffle day! #goodvibesingotham #grateful” or a picture of a sunrise with a caption that’s just “wow #blessed”
Bruce Wayne ending up as Gotham’s favoured son because he may be an idiot, but he’s a cheerful idiot, and he donates tons to charity and genuinely loves Gotham and actually, truthfully does put a lot back into the city. And his instagram is a bright ray of sunshine, and honestly there are a lot of people in the city who get surprisingly defensive of their Dumb Carefree Playboy because, okay, sure, every month or so Bruce Wayne falls off a yacht or sleeps with a reporter or whatever. The man clearly never met a healthy coping skill even once in his life.
But as far as news regarding Gotham’s prominent citizens go, Bruce’s ‘scandals’ are so normal that it’s downright refreshing. When a headline has ‘Bruce Wayne’ in the title, you know you’re either going to read some Celebrity Gossip level non-drama, or else something to do with a charity. Maybe he’s been kidnapped again, but that’s only happened a few times. Bruce Wayne news is like the Gotham equivalent to special reports about dogs who rescue their owners from drowning, or raccoons who’ve figured out how to get past the new self-locking garbage can lids.
And there’s something weirdly reassuring about following his twitter. Like, if Bruce Wayne is tweeting about a really neat old tree he just saw, things must at least be sort of alright.
(Meanwhile, Bruce’s social media persona is 100% him flanderizing Clark.)
hey american followers
canadians reblogged fcc & net neutrality stuff for you so you had access to information – can you lend a hand and help us now?
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