#i'm married to a mikey and donnie type anyway

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(Kyle Y

@KylePlantEmoji

"the secret scientists don't want you to know!!" Dude have you ever met a single scientist? My scientist friends are desperate for me to know about the changing mating habits of Brown marmorated stink bugs. They're screaming at the top of their lungs to tell you EVERYTHING. )

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Husband made me remember that story about him when he was in his 20s, at a party, practicing Kendo. And then a friend decided to challenge him by throwing knives at him from the kitchen. Husband grabbed a soup ladle and knocked the knives out of the air using fencing moves. He quoted "Anger! Aggression! These are not the ways of a Jedi!" Which annoyed the other guy, who called my husband a hedonistic Jedi brat.

Not wrong.

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Before Medical Cannabis: Seizure twice a week.

After Medical Cannabis: Seizure maybe once every month.

Mmmm, dendrite building neuroplasticity.

Anyway, the edible took away the pain. My system didn't know how to handle not having pain, so it gave me spasms leading into a seizure. Then the edible stopped the seizure and the spasms rode out. Also, husband grabbed my left arm and hit some pressure points to distract and redirect my brain. It worked.

Now I have to lie down and coast through 20 mg THC induced euphoria.

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My husband carrying four cases of soda plus a jug of cat litter, casually, with a skip in his step: We're Batfamily groceries shopping!

Me, with an exaggerated glower: Yeah, you Clark Kent motherfucker balancing a gallon of milk on his pinky finger over here.

Roommates, used this: By the way, Thing needs fixing!

Husband, bouncing in place: I'M ON IT.

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A recent Lorax post sent me hunting for this post.

“No man is an island” oh really? Really? What about him?:

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Husband is setting up booths at the Warren Buffet convention center in Omaha. He's extremely proud of himself because this year it went much more smoothly.

I love learning about all the backstage work that goes on when you have trade shows with video walls everywhere.

These folks doing stagehand work, engineering, lighting, and especially the guys putting down the gaff tape, they're vital. Gaffers are important!

Husband has construction level knee pads because he's spent over 20 years figuring out his very unique job needs, including crawling around hotel floors hiding all the wires and cables. Nobody can wrap cables like him.

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Husband is soon leaving for ten days of work. So he made brownies for me. On top of the gumbo, pastrami, herbal tea, smokey chicken, baklava, pizza, avocado salad, quesadilla, and let's not forget the date night at that sushi place.

I feel spoiled. He loves to cook for me, and I feel spoiled. His cooking saved my anorexic ass twenty years ago.

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...hey look, I found my own Deanna Troi and disability rep post!

hey other autistic/adhd people, why do you like Star Trek?

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Husband made a couple of freshwater pearl necklaces. I think he might be back on his Make Jewelry Out Of Gemstones hyperfixation.

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Husband made me the grilled cheese sandwich I wanted:

on two heels of brioche, a mix of cheddars, Colby Jack, Monterey Jack, weed butter (the strain is Lifesaver), a sprinkling of powdered Ranch, his own garlic olive oil basil pesto, in a cast iron skillet, with labneh for dipping.

I'm gonna be satisfied and very high.

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We went to the local Eastern European market, where we got saffron, a Georgian spice mix, seabuckthorn juice, seabuckthorn jam, and Phylo dough.

Husband made baklava without walnuts for me, and added sea buckthorn jam to the glaze. He took the remaining phylo and made several cheesy meaty mushroom souffle dishes.

This is what happens when you couldn't afford that half scholarship to the Culinary Institute Of The Arts in the 90s and you marry a recovering anorexic who loves exploring flavors.

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Goddammit, Wayne Grayson didn't have to go that hard and he devoured the scenery. That dry flat rasp with none of that lilting surfer accent both disturbs me and thrills me.

Donnie's voice actor, Sam Riegel, was initially going to voice Mike while Grayson would have voiced Don. They played around with the voices and wound up voicing each other's characters.

Sam went on to play Scanlan in Vox Machina. It's exactly how I imagined 2003 Mikey would have sounded.

(My husband also revealed that Scanlan's character type was exactly like a DnD character my husband liked to play in the early 1990s, magical impish jerk with a heart of gold and a mouth like a horny genderfluid sailor. So, Michelangelo.)

30 years...

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Me, randomly: Uh oh, the McDonald's Stitch commerical makes me want a Happy Meal.

Husband: *chuckles* You want the Stitch toy.

Me: Obviously.

Husband an hour later: Come on, we need milk.

Me, wondering why we're passing the convenience stores until we pull into a McDonald's drive-thru: Dude! Awww, I wasn't being serious.

Husband, grinning: Sure, but you totally wanted a Stitch, and I can get you a Stitch.

Ah, love.

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So, my husband just revealed that his gaming group, which is mainly in Red Dead Redemption 2, is a genuine safe space. Many girl gamers have joined because not only does the group not allow any form of bullying or harassment, they will specifically note any griefers, destructive hunters, bullies who cheat or go into god mode, etc, and they will hunt them in the game and take them down. It's apparently really interesting. If the bullies come back, the group kills them and kicks them out. No bullshit. They protect girls, guys, trans folks, enbies, autistics, everyone. The group actually has a lot more non-men players than most groups on PS4. Husband will often lead discussions on social justice and history. Happy birthday to him!

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Husband and I now have a stim thing where after he infodumps and rambles for an hour he laughs "I don't know what is wrong with me!" and I've been saying airily, "It's the autism and ADHD, darling." and then I'll hop into his train of thought because the edibles kicked in and our wavelengths synch up perfectly and we start reading each other's minds and finally I have a community of people who do the same thing in their own ways and I feel so safe with you-

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Wait, that's my marriage. No wonder I based the novel I wrote in 2000 on my own relationship that's been Like That ever since.

That's not weird, is it? Sometimes it's hard to tell these days. Sometimes I really do feel like a fictional character.

give me two characters who are each other’s home. two characters who feel completely safe, warm and protected in each other’s presence, and who are completely respected by the other. two people who, on some level or another, were missing that little extra spark they needed to feel fully confident and accepted as their whole selves until the other came along. they don’t “fix each other” or “make each other better”–they give the other the support they need to build on what was already inside them. sure they might kiss, or make goo-goo eyes, but they can also just…talk, and make each other laugh and smile, because for once they feel comfortable enough in themselves and with each other to be vulnerable in that way. two complete people who finally find someone to share all of themselves with. and no matter what they do or how far they go, they’ll always have each other to come back home to.