#It was mostly on tiktok

[liamyalgia]

I'm so tired of extremists on the internet, certain autistic traits can be good and bad, if someone talks of the good parts they get called an "aspie supremacist", if they talk of the bad parts people start saying "but society disables us not autism"

Honestly idk how to talk to people about this.

My take is that autism absolutely is a disability, and that saying things like "my eyes are so sensitive I can see in the dark, it's like a superpower" shouldn't be taken as literal eugenics. we KNOW it's not an actual superpower,

Whenever an autistic person online acknowledges a good aspect of their autism people jump to calling them an eugenist and say they are "claiming autism is the next human evolution" I've seen it so many times on tiktok... CHILL. People are allowed to have fun, seeing in the dark doesn't mean this person doesn't struggle in other aspects. I myself can see in the dark, it also means I can't see when it's light, I had to get used to do shit with my eyes closed.

Being extra good in sensing smell usually also means being often overstimulated by such smells. Everything is a two edge sword. The list goes on.

I'm so tired of people accusing others of horrible things just because they acknowledged an aspect of their disability as being a good/fun/useful trait.

People being like "the lower supports autistics are invalidating us 🙄" when in reality they are talking of their own personal lives. What happened to "autism is a spectrum and everyone has different experiences and skills"?

"why so many autistic people refuse to be called autistic or disabled?" maybe because so many times the autistic community itself tells people they aren't "disabled enough" or that their experience is "supremacist", that their mere existence hurts the autistic community. It's more than just general ableism in ND society. If someone gets called a supremacist whenever they share their personal experience of course this person wont feel as they are welcome in there.

There ARE aspie supremacists out there, but I'm seeing so many people get called that when they haven't said or done anything wrong and it just saddens me

[kiwi]

everybodys gotta get back into the practice of using pseudonyms online... i remember the time of screen names where u never ever told anyone ur real name and that was just understood as basic internet safety. plus having a screen name is fun because sometimes it sticks so well that it becomes part of ur identity that u can use in whatever facet of ur life you choose. it rocks to pick your own name

[2ghoul4u]

screaming

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, responding to a fan on a live-stream: Steve and I have been together for forever. We’re like… *trying to come up with a famous couple but can only think of Sid and Nancy*

Steve: Romeo and Juliet…except we didn’t kill each other

Eddie: They don’t kill each other.

Steve: Uh, pretty sure they did.

Eddie:

Eddie: Am I-

Steve: You’re not Romeo. Only one of us can climb a balcony and it’s not you.

[thottybrucewayne]

I think what I want to get into with the "Anyone can do harm." thing that I keep beating yall over the head with is that literally anyone, anyone at all can do harm it's not "in your DNA" to be an abuser or written in the stars that you'll be a predator. Whatever image you have of an abuser in your head, drop it and replace it with your favorite person in the world and you'll probably be closer to the truth than you realize. It's easy to address harm when it's coming from someone you already hate. I see it happen all the time. Someone you couldn't stand for no real reason does something heinous then all of a sudden here comes the avalanche of "I always knew they were a fucked up individual." No, you didn't. There is no possible way you could have known, you just already didn't fuck with them before they started doing something you could use to justify your hatred of them. I'm guilty of it too! I'm petty, mean, vindictive, and yes! I'm way quicker to believe something bad about someone I hate versus someone I love because I'm human. Still, y all gotta learn to move past that initial "Well, they were always nice to me!" gut feeling and understand that nobody truly knows anyone and anyone can be capable of anything. Even victims. Even you.

[absolutelybatty]

[jessecraft]

all these ppl coming out of the woodwork saying "oh minecraft story mode doesn't seem that bad now" IT WAS NEVER BAD!!!! maybe if yall actually played it and didnt listen to the voices calling it cringe you would know that!!!

[aardvaark]

"clothes i regret buying from my [insert subculture] phase" "best products to achieve that clean girl aesthetic" "i support trans rights but neopronouns…. cmon, im not calling you that" "how i did my makeup when i was emo (ew)" "filming the weird kid in secret cause wtfff guys" "you only need these 10 makeup products for this quick look" "sometimes i even go out only wearing concealer, lipgloss, eyeliner and mascara" "glad i stopped being alt lol" "fine you win with ya gay stuff" "those people that never grew out of their [insert subculture] phase smh" "how do these people get bfs and gfs but i dont??" "we should bring back bullying" "mean girl check" "i’m sorry but can we agree that this is cringe" "my bi phase" "my nonbinary phase" "what you need in your wardrobe for 2023" "which [insert disability] influencers are faking" "why you need a BBL" "why you need a buccal fat reduction" "neurodivergent ppl are sooo cute uwu" "filming weird self diagnosed autistic people at my college" ………….. i hate fast fashion i hate cringe culture i hate how people dehumanise anyone they see as "weird" i hate meaningless quick trends that cause damage i hate how quickly people turn on disabled & neurodivergent & queer ppl & POC when some stupid trend is over!!

[bon-sides-sw]

Just a lil something for the AU

I love Cat BD so much, he is so baby

Go read the first capter written by @babygirlbridger and @krispyswips !

In The Afterglow (E)

[m-inluv]

today is 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔’s day off and — as expected of your stubbornly hardworking husband — he’s busy in the kitchen, trying out new onigiri flavors instead of resting.

you, on the other hand, are sitting at the dining table, painting the watercolor coloring book you bought on the market a few weeks ago. your eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as you paint some hibiscus flowers in bright orange and hot pink colors.

unfortunately, after only half an hour of painting, you grown bored, pushing the watercolor set and coloring book away. you look up, glancing at the silhouette of your husband, cooking in the kitchen, which makes a subtle pout appear on your plump lips.

you had been excited all week for this day, hoping to spend even more time with osamu — even if it meant spending the whole day in bed, relaxing in each other’s embrace. but no, the brown-haired man just decided to spend the whole day trying new onigiri flavors with raw salmon, much to your dismay.

you were always so eager to try osamu’s new recipes only now you can’t eat those while being four months pregnant and your husband knows that, which is why he banned you from the kitchen.

you stand up from your chair, balancing yourself with a hand on the dining table before making your way over to the kitchen.

when you step in your apartment’s kitchen, the first thing you notice is the familiar smell of the koshihikari, the rice osamu uses for his onigiris.

osamu is standing there, dressed in a large, black shirt along with a pair of grey sweatpants. the shirt draped around his body is an old one, the color is fading away and the fabric extends under the brown-haired man’s collarbone, flashing you a great view of his upper-chest.

he doesn’t notice you entering the kitchen until he feels a hand wrap around the biceps of his left hand. he doesn’t even turn his head towards you, busy finishing the last touches on his new onigiri, a small smile on his face.

“‘n. . . done !” he announces, dragging the ‘and’ a bit longer than necessary.

he finally turns to you, opening one of his arms to you. you immediately snuggle to his side, both arms wrapping around his torso, your head resting on his upper-chest while one of his arms wraps around your waist.

“looks good, heh ?” your husband asks you, looking down at you, a proud expression on his face. softly, he lifts his hand, pushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, one that got out of your low ponytail, before pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“you’re mean.” you complain, letting out a humf as you pout your plump lips, glaring at him. “you know i can’t eat those and you’re nagging me !”

osamu laughs at your accusation, shaking his head from side to side before holding his free hand up in surrender. “yeah i know, ‘m sorry.”

he places a chaste kiss on your lips as an apology, to which you immediately kiss him back, the frown on your face disappears, replaced by a soft smile.

osamu is the first to part away from the kiss, pressing his lips against your temple before turning to the plate of onigiri in front of him.

much to your dismay, he moves his body away from yours, grabbing the small plate and putting it in the fridge.

while your husband cleans up the space he used on the countertop, your eyes find a small bowl of leftover koshihikari rice.

“you’re not gonna use it, are you ?” you ask the brown-haired man as you point to the small bowl in front of you.

osamu looks away from what he’s doing, noticing the rice bowl you’re pointing at. “nah.” he shrugs his shoulders.

as if on cue, an idea comes to your mind, a new pregnancy craving, a very strange pregnancy craving.

you turn on your heels, making your way towards the fridge as you hum a soft tune. you open the fridge’s door, bending over, your eyes searching for something as you rest a hand on your pregnant belly.

your eyes shine as you finally find what you were looking for. you close the fridge’s door behind you, holding a pot of yogurt in one hand.

osamu watches with furrowed eyebrows as you make your way back to your original spot, watching as you peel the yogurt’s lid open. “the hell are ya doin’ ?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“creamy rice.” you happily answer him, grabbing a large spoon in one of the kitchen’s drawers.

“‘n what is that ?” osamu asks you again, even more confused than before, visibly not trusting you with whatever you plan on doing.

“it’s a craving i just came up with !” you announce as you pour a bit of the liquid-ish yogurt in the rice with the spoon. “rice, yogurt, peanut butter, jam and granola !”

as soon as you present the ingredients to him, osamu makes the most disgusted face you’ve ever seen.

“that’s not a craving, ts’ a crime.” he declares, which makes you roll your eyes. “so y’er tellin’ me that y’er gonna eat that ?”

“that’s what your son wants.” you tell him as you roll your eyes. “you don’t have a say in that.”

“don’t ya dare tell me y’er stomach hurt after that.” osamu warns you, still not quite trusting you.

you shoot him a glare, making him raise his hands, before turning back to your concoction. you mix both the rice and the plain yogurt together, creating a creamy, chewy texture by doing so.

osamu moves closer to you, just in case you need his help, leaning against the kitchen island, watching with furrowed brows as you cook your craving.

he watches as you grab the pot of peanut butter on one of the kitchen’s upper shelves, getting on tip toes to reach it, determined not to ask for your husband’s help. unfortunately, you try to twist the pot’s lid open, only for it to stay closed, making you groan in annoyance.

osamu moves beside you, taking the peanut butter pot with one of his hands, it you’re still holding it firmly in both your hands.

“i can do it myself.” you affirm, looking up at your husband than at his hand, silently telling him to let you handle it.

“i know, but lemme do it for ya.” osamu insists, taking the peanut butter away from you while your grip on it loosens.

he effortlessly snaps the lid open, a cocky grin on his face as he shoots you a glance. he grabs the large spoon sitting in the kitchen countertop, taking a spoonful of the peanut butter before pouring it into the small bowl.

your husband then grabs the raspberry jam pot, opening it with one hand before pouring a good amount in the bowl. he does the same with the granola, spreading it a bit everywhere on top of your concoction.

“there ya go.” osamu hands you the bowl and spoon, still not convinced by your strange craving.

you thank him, planting a sweet peck on his cheek before turning to the bowl in front of you. you dig your spoon inside of the mixture, taking a spoonful of everything and shoving the spoon into your mouth.

a pleased sigh escaped your lips as you munch on your craving, closing your eyes and savoring the different flavors of the concoction.

“better than i imagined.” you admit as you point the spoon towards osamu who looks at you with a dumbfounded expression.

“yeah nah, i can’t do this.” he says, scratching the back of his neck as he watches you enjoy your meal.

osamu steps out of the kitchen, shaking his head from side to side, still surprised by the way you actually liked it, which makes you laugh.

[brutal-out-here]

If 13 has a million fans, then I am one of them. If 13 has ten fans, then I am one of them. If 13 has only one fan then that is me. If 13 has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against 13, then I am against the world.

[sleepykas]

Your honor he's a little touch starved

Bonus doodle:

[boylftv]

am i the only one who HATES those sigma alpha heavily filtered homelander / antony starr edits??? like CHILL OUT PLZ 😭🙏

[strawbie-doodle]

i cant make a canon human bill design but i can yeehaw-ify him

[baldysgate]

Have been seeing some.. questionable interactions with the BG3 cast on social media and feel like this needs to be said.

Actors (VAs) are not their characters. That line seems to become blurred especially with such an open cast that is actively sharing and commenting with fans and on fan content. These are people who have partners and children at the end of the day. We have to be respectful of that if we want to make the space comfortable for THEM to exist in and want to interact.

[thottybrucewayne]

People get so pissy when they're told to be mindful not to overstep when discussing the oppression of a community they aren't a part of and it's sooooo obvious too like, how are you being supportive if you can't take criticism from the group of people you're "supporting"