#at least not well

[carionto]

The duality of Man, or triality? quadrality?

Alien to Human about New Human: Correct me if I'm wrong, but they appear abnormally large for your species?

H: Yea, he's a biggun alright, even without the EV suit I'd say... 7'3'', 310 pounds, bet he power lifts.

A: Umm... not to be rude, but, uhh... he seems, well... how should I put this...

H: Intimidating? Terrifying? Evil? Yea, if this station didn't have high screening standards I'd be totally pissing myself if he started walking towards me. The mohawk and eye tat totally make me believe he could snap me in two with a single glare.

A: I feel ashamed that my instincts are telling me to flee. I wish nature were easier to change.

H (shouting at NH): Hey buddy! Could you come over here for a minute please? You look awesome by the way!

A (whispering nervously): what are you doing?!?

H: Gotta overcome those fears somehow, I believe the best way is a direct confrontation.

NH approaches, somewhat slowly, looking around at all the other aliens in the station that are chatting, waiting around, or doing some work. He finally approaches A and H, and in a very deep and husky voice says: Um, hi, hello. T-thanks for the compliment, I, uh, was a little worried I would stand out too much here.

H: Oh you totally do, my friend over here is practically about to pass out from how much like a gothic viking of death metal you look.

NH: Oh no, I'm so sorry, I-I just grew up in Sweden-Delta and both my parents were huge into classic local music, so I just, uh... it's complicated. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare anyone.

H: Hey, relax pal, we're all good people here. Anyway, what you here to do? I'm planning on starting a bakery, still testing out what kind of flour most species here can actually stomach. My friend here is on the team working on Moon theft preventative measures.

NH: Oh, that's cool. I'm here as an exchange student with the department of applied astrophysics. If all goes well, I can finish my Bachelors degree remotely and stay here as an intern with the head researcher.

H: Oooh, that's cool. (so cool yea that you're apparently half my age but oh well guess I'm a big fat time waster like my father before me and oh god change the subject before I get depressed in front of strangers) That's a real big bag you got there, carrying some super secret science things, eh?

NH: Oh, that... uhh... guess it can't hurt to tell, security vetted it already anyway.

NH proceeds to unzip the bag and hold up a large white piece of clothing with light blue rings and accents, alongside a strange white cap with what looked like small fins, and a curious little backpack.

NH: It's uhh... um... my... Ika... musume... cosplay.... (oh gods I can't believe I said it out loud again)

After a moment of awkward silence, NH slowly puts on the backpack and presses a button on it's strap, and suddenly numerous light blue colored tentacle-like appendages sprout out from the backpack and move in line with NH's movements.

NH: I, uh..., got my engineering friend to make them articulate and interface with my contacts. I can make them do all sorts of things, like make various shapes and animals with them, though works best as a shadow theater.

H:...

NH:...

A now frozen out of confusion than fear:...

H: That's so

NH: (oh I know it's so lame, but I love that show)-

H: COOL! I don't know what a ika musume is, but those things look amazing. You said articulate? How precise can they be? I'd love to have something like that instead of my useless assistant. Poor lad can't make a piece of toast if his life depended on it...

NH: Y-you like it?

H: I LOVE those things. My daughter does cosplay too sometimes, but she makes her Dreadnought suits herself from scraps. One time the military came to our house and installed a limiter on the gauss cannon she found in a crash site, said it would otherwise start to generate small doses of radiation if used too frequently. But she replaced it with a handmade rail gun before the next convention. Do you go to those? Did you see a 7 meter tall hulking metal monstrosity with a bunch of candles all over? That was her.

NH: Oh, I think I've seen video of that, but no, not in person, I go to smaller events. I don't really like big crowds.

H: Oh yea, I get ya, you do seem a bit on the shy side now that we've been talking for a bit. Hey, no worries, like I said, we're all good people here.

NH: T-thanks, but I think I should be going now, the teacher is calling me over.

H: Oh yea, go ahead, didn't mean to take up so much of your time. Have a fun stay and I'm sure you'll ace that paper or theory? Or whatever astrophysicists do, you seem like a solid kid.

NH: Oh, uh, thanks. Good luck with your bakery. And you with stopping those weird people from stealing more moons. Bye.

H: Bye bye, come visit, don't be a stranger now, I'm set up just a short bit from the main lift on floor 14.

NH: R-right, I'll, uh, be sure to stop by soon.

A is finally able to process what they just heard and says: What was all that just now?

H: What? Just a friendly chat with what is apparently basically a kid. Man, this kid's got so much going on, while I'm almost 50 and I have an oven. Life, man, it can go in so many ways. Anyway, let's go grab a drink, I'm parched.

[dragonseffect]

Alistair: "The treaties, have you looked at them?"

Brosca, who can't read: "Ummmm yep. I absolutely did do that...."

[eggmeralda]

and also do you have a preference? bc I struggle to sleep in a bed if the right side is touching the wall, but if it's touching the left or neither then I can sleep fine. I was wondering if this is like a common thing

[anthrofreshtodeath]

Refreshing my knowledge of Italian-American language variations and the Italian-American lingua franca.

[tvrningout-archived]

kaiya: you have to let some things go

sei and chinatsu, holding onto their anger and trauma with a death grip: we don’t have to do anything

[cadaverkeys]

You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).

Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.

[calamitys-child]

Adhd will have you too burnt out to eat or shower but give you the hubris to decide you can homebrew an entire d&d system on the back of a receipt

[emptyjunior]

Can't stop thinking about reverse Scott Pilgrim au where Ramona has to fight all of Scott's exes, Punk drummer Kim, Megastar Envy Adams with an army of groupies, Femme fatale Lisa Miller, Jaded obsessive Knives Chau, maybe an alternate timeline version of herself.

And when she's all done it's just kinda Wallace standing there and she's like Wallace what are you doing, I'm meeting Scott's ex here and he just gives this sad shrug smile and she's like Oh and then he pulls out the baseball bat-

[thetetra]

[winnie-dump]

Au where Betty didn't jump through the portal but lived the post apocalipsis with Simon and Marcy

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike meets Jeremy Fitzgerald

[alissyyy]

I started taking my adhd meds (diagnosed ADHD, self diagnosed autism) and I think I’ve gotten more intolerant to sudden changes. It used to be that someone would spring something (hey, we’re going out for dinner tonight ok?) and I’d be like “now?”, adjust my expectations within 15 minutes or during the car ride there, and deal. Deal not great, but not poorly either.

Cut to almost two weeks on my new ADHD meds and my mom asks me to go grocery shopping. I think, okay, I can do that, we’ll just go there and back.

On the way out, she stops in the food court and wanders around asking me if I want any food because she’s hungry. “What do you want? Does this look good? Here, get a drink!” It’s a very small food court and she wanders around to all of them, leisurely scrolling through the digital menu while I’m shaking behind her getting increasingly annoyed because I thought we were only here to go shopping? I’m still holding the groceries?? There’s raw meat in here??? But I can stand it if I just don’t focus on that, if I just focus on sitting down and readjusting my expectations for the day, then I can wait her out. She eventually meanders back saying nothing interested her.

On the way back home, she goes, “oh, I want dinner from this restaurant, you know how to drive there right, can we drive there?” And I agree because she’s wanted this food for the past two days and I’ve vetoed her before, and also she’s hungry and will be miserable if I don’t. I think, “ok, so we’ll just go back there, pick up some take out, and come back.” I ask her to call and order and drive there.

We get there and I feel a sense of relief. In 10-15 minutes, I will be back home. Where I expected to be. A long time ago. My mom opens the door and “wow! There are so many tables open! Let’s sit here and eat!” I go “No!” And I’m so swept up by an onslaught of stress that I can’t express anything but my visceral need to get away from the possibility of sitting in a restaurant eating food I’m not hungry for just because my mom is with the discomfort that comes with being in public—the fact that there was only one other table occupied makes it worse! That’s more attention! I didn’t prepare myself for this! How could you suggest such a thing! In fact I say it more. “No no no!”

Finally my mom gets the notion that I’m at my limit for the day. She concedes and I drive us home. I drop everything to lock my room door and curl into my bed.

My grandpa used to work for an airline for a very long time (30+ yrs and like, regional manager), so some people of his choosing get to fly standby for free. It’s pretty awesome.

The only thing not awesome is that you have to be aware that you have no guarantee of a seat. Availablility changes all the time. You could have a flight plan with a transfer in the middle and that second plane has no seats for you, so you’re stuck at that airport until the next day.

It means that when looking for seats, you have to be aware how many seats are open and how likely you’ll get that seat, as well as have contingencies in case you don’t get on. (The last flight of the day usually has a lot of seats open, but if any of the preceeding flights got canceled then whoop those 27 seats you were counting on are gone. And now you’re stuck. And sometimes flights without enough people are cancelled. No 58 availablility for you. Crazy times can have -16 seats available with like 32 ppl waiting. Typically it hovers in the single digits, occasionally -1, with a handful of people already waiting) Some stuff I do are take morning flights (people miss them more often) and make sure there are multiple flights available going to my final destination. I usually am looking at tickets a few days in advance (also take into account weather and other things that might cause sudden cancellations)

So now you get that, my mom wanted me to deliver something to my sibling who’s at college. My dad brought them their computer but they packed the wrong cable and it won’t turn on. She was like, “they need it asap! Can you leave tomorrow?”

Leave tomorrow?! The fuck????

It is 8pm! That means I have to get a ticket NOW and CHECK IN and PACK and SLEEP RIGHT NOW

not to mention I THOUGHT I’D BE AT HOME TOMORROW! And the day after! And the day after that!

Why did I agree? I’d say I have no idea why, but I have an inkling.

My initial response is to say “no, fuck no, why the shit would you think I’d agree.” But that’s my initial response. I’m taking an unexpected gap year to address my raging ADHD so I have nothing truly concrete planned like school. I have the tickets and the ability, and I need to push myself into doing uncomfortable things anyway, right? So I can inundate myself to stress, or something.

So I spend like an hour and a half in a panicked frenzy getting myself tickets and calling myself and adjusting my worldview for the next couple days and then she barges in the middle like “hey oh btw you have nothing planned right, your grandparents want you to go visit them you can just get tickets and live with them right, and I was like oh but how will you communicate and your grandpa was like we’ll just use an app, you can speak into it, and he can speak into it, isn’t technology great—” and she goes on and on and on and on and I’m like “CAN YOU NOT SEE IM IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING” and she’s like “oh don’t be like that, you can do more than one thing” and goes to poke me like I’m some fascinating roadkill so I smack her hand away (it crashes into her face :|) and yell GET OUT GET OUT LEAVE ME ALONE

She leaves. It is all quiet for a next while, because I am curled into a ball and rocking myself. It doesn’t really help. I go to my room door, yank it open. And scream. It’s like a guttural scream and I’ve never done that before. I stop, take a deep breath, and scream some more. It is pure stress. It does not diminish any but it feels better than bottling it up.

I get myself my tickets. I grab my suitcase. I grab my passport. I check in. I alert friends I’ll be out of town.

I call my dad. Anything you need me to bring? Oh, why am I flying out so suddenly?

We talk through the situation and no, nothing is urgent. I do not need to fly tomorrow. My brother can survive without his PC, he has his laptop. Why the urgency? Why are you so stressed out? I start crying.

We make plans to instead fly out the next week. I cancel my tickets, put my luggage back, and cry some more. For 30 minutes. Just sobbing.

I’ve never had such a visceral reaction like this. I usually just shut down, tuck myself into a corner and don’t make a peep. Maybe cry a bit. I have noticed that my meds blunt my anxiety a bit (enough so I can work through instead of internally collapsing) but also draws out the anxiety for longer (even after the task is done delayed and blunted euphoria too). I think I feel more too. Or feel more emotions stronger. Enough that I can recognize them.

Before meds I’d never enter this situation because the ramping anxiety would be so high I’d never do it. Nope. Begone, witch.

The point of these stories? Being on meds is fucking wild. I’ve heard of more autistic traits emerging from the depths after ADHD is a little more handled, but what the fresh hell is this.

Does anyone else experience this? Like on meds, off meds, or this is your daily life? My heart goes out to you

[bqnnabreado]

Take Fremmy to the aquarium day !

[tskva]

playing an evil character but u keep helping ppl anyway

[uinferno]

Love Under the Red Hood as a story but this always stood out to me.

Quick doodle to reacquaint myself with drawing.

[batpersik-art]

celebration