You know, as much as it killed my self esteem and social skills as a child, growing up with tourettes was kind of hilarious in hindsight
8-year old me: shrugging my shoulders uncontrollably for the past two hours
Classmate: why do you keep doing that?
Me: ....*shrug* I dunno
Me: *has developed first vocal tic as a high-pitched squeak*
Sunday school teacher: Okay everyone, I'm going to hand out masks and were all going to pretend to be animals on Noah's Ark! *hands me a mouse mask*
Me: you fuckin bitch wtf-
Me: *accidentally winks at a stranger on the bus*
My brain: Shit! they're gonna think you're flirting with them! They don't know you just can't control your face! Quick, do something else to attempt to communicate this!
Me: *makes several other strange facial expressions*
My brain: I don't think that helped. But making those faces was fun so you're going to continue to do them indefinitely *develops new tics*
Authority figure: did you just roll your eyes at me?!
percy looking off to the side at annabeth right before he's about to sing the consensus song 'cause he's a twelve-year-old trying to see how the girl he likes is going to react to some dumb shit he's about to do yeah I see you man
chatfics are so much fun, sometimes i do just need to live in a world where the jane prentiss attack in s1 of tma was avoided because jon offered to do her nails instead and they had a slumber party about it. a world where a groupchat with the avatars solely exists to shit on elias. put away the tragedy and trauma for a few hours and imagine everyone being friends and nothing hurting
now that i've had more time to ponder. if you are watching an actual play by comedians and expecting to have complete seperation between the actual "story" and the players at the table having fun you are perhaps watching the wrong medium