Biting the bars of my enclosure about autistic ford tonight. There's something about him using vocabulary and turns of phrase that seem "outdated" or "pretentious" that feels so painfully genuine to me. When people say he talks like that just to "try to sound smart" I wish I could explain what it's like to be so ostracized from your peers growing up that you spend all your time reading instead, to the point where you pick up your way of speaking from books instead of from people. And then what it's like for people to call you out for "talking weird" over and over again, not able to wrap their heads around why the fuck you would choose more archaic or technical or formal words than the simpler ones that surely come to everyone's minds first. What it's like to have to dedicate a sizable chunk of attention to filtering through every single word you say out loud in real time before you say it, to make absolutely sure that it isn't a word people will judge you for using or make fun of you for using, just so you'll have a chance of being taken seriously. Learning through trial and error how to filter out the words that other people don't think are normal or casual enough for the conversation, even though for you, the word choice that's "natural-sounding" enough for them is the third or fourth word you came up with when searching for the right way to phrase something in your head. I wish I could explain just how long it takes to say fucking anything after spending a lifetime doing that during every single conversation, and how repetitive and long-winded you end up being when you spend so long coming up with alternative ways of saying every little thing you ever think. And I wish people realized that, at the very least for autistic people and autistic-coded characters, speech that's seen as pretentious is really just the way they talk when they're not putting in the extra effort to filter through every word they say just so others will take the time to listen.
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The Lighthouse Keeper - A Fairy Tale
There once was a lighthouse keeper. He worked very hard, day and night, and was happy with things as they were.
One day, he met a beautiful woman, and it wasn't long before they fell in love. But the happiness was not to last. The woman did not want to live in the lighthouse, far away from her family and friends; the lighthouse keeper didn't want to quit his job, nor was he able to, as ther was no one to take his place.
She accused him of not caring for her, and said how she couldn't be with a man she wouldn't even be able to spend time with - so she left. The lighthouse keeper, although, heartbroken, just went back to working as if nothing had happened.
The sea, however, sensed his inner turmoil and grew restless itself. The longer the lighthouse keeper's anguish lasted, the more agitated it became, until it got too dangerous for ships to leave the port. Tragedy struck when the lighthouse keeper's sorrow turned into anger, and everything came to an end.
First were the clouds, pushing in front of the sun and throwing the town into darkness so deep it almost seemed like nighttime.
Next, stormwinds the likes of which had never been witnessed before started up, bringing with them rain that felt like tiny needles on the skin.
And finally, the harbour was hit by waves higher than the highest building.
The water violently forced its way into the town, breaking down fences and walls, destroying buildings, and dragging anything not thoroughly anchored to the floor with it. People ran from their houses, trying to reach the higher parts of town, but not everyone got lucky.
The storm lasted all night, until the water, once hit by the first rays of the sun, retreated back to the sea. However, it took a large part of the town with it, leaving only ruins where buildings had been too close to the shore.
Many lives were lost that night, and even more people disappeared, most never to be seen again - the sea does not give up her dead.
The lighthouse keeper, too, vanished.
No one knew whether he had died in the storm, or if he left of his own free will. There was talk about him having thrown himself into the sea to join the woman he'd loved, other rumours accused him of having brought the storm down on them.
It took many, many years to rebuild what had been destroyed; what had been claimed by the sea had to be given up, a submerged graveyard of what once had been, and the people remained wary of both the sea and lighthouse keepers for a long time.
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i loveeee being in a fandom where the work of media in question is complete. it's finished. it's done.
we don't have to wait around for the next book or watch as the series gets dragged out and beaten like a dead horse for a neverending amount of cash flow.
the creator had a vision, he stuck to it, he executed it, and now we have "the work"—an established body of canon which we can talk about and discuss, without having to say "unless this gets changed or modified in future installments." there is a set number of short stories, a set number of books. asides from the comments of the author himself said in interviews and opinions remarked upon in essays and other works, there is nothing more we have to be prepared to risk everything on. the story is complete. it has been told. everything we know has already been written down.
i know some, or more likely, most people cannot stand it when there are no new or upcoming additions to the work of a fandom, nothing to "look forward to." but i love it. please don't give me any more, this was more than enough to deal with, i'm still working on this, honestly. rather, what i'm "looking forward to" are interpretations, analysis, and other work from fans from which we can generate—ourselves—ongoing discussions and arguments which will last us forever.
i don't want hype. i want love.
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