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im so srs humans were made for art and friend and food and beddy bye. i mean this

Autistic people sometimes struggle with apologizing, because they're never taught how to do it the right way.

When autistic people are taught how to apologize, they're often taught that the sincerity of the apology is determined by how well they can hide their disability.

Not enough eye contact = insincere apology

Struggling to phrase it = insincere apology

Wrong tone = insincere apology

Asking questions to figure out how to prevent doing it again = insincere apology (and "arguing" or "making excuses")

Meanwhile, neurotypical people can continue their patterns while still being considered sincere by these standards.

sometimes people dont really understand that having schizophrenia doesn’t permalock me as an angsty 13 year old evanescence fan

 ╭ ◜◝ ͡ ◝ ͡◜◝  ╮  (                      )  (        cock       )    (                  )      ╰     ͜      ╯                      O                    o                             °       〃∩　∧＿∧      ⊂⌒（ ´・ω・）       ｀ヽ_っ＿/￣￣￣/ 　           　   ＼/＿＿＿/ 

Gosh, that voice just never comes out when you *want* it to, but it's so nice when it does work right! Thank you to my friend Azul Crescent for making this wonderful collaboration comic possible, please go follow on her socials!

If you'd like to read more of The Prettiest Platypus, you can read it on Webtoons here!

Hebden Bridge, Calderdale, West Yorkshire (England)

The Very Hungry Rust Monster is a mini-comic I made a few years back. I’ve seen it floating around Tumblr without attribution recently, so I’ve uploaded a higher-resolution version, properly credited.

I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO MUCH I'M JUST STUPID AND FORGET THAT FEELINGS NEED TO BE EXPRESSED IN ORDER FOR THEM TO BE FELT

‪The incorrect and negative beliefs we can get from years of negative feedback not knowing we have ADHD or how it affects our lives. While not everything is solely caused by ADHD, it can affect us and our comorbidities in many, many ways. Good news is, treating ADHD can do wonders for Anxiety and Depression!

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blowjob? more like nojob! #unemployed

let me finish this chapter first

just watched Grian's video from yesterday where he ends it by saying that Cleo is gonna return any second now, but also Cleo just tweeted that they're still a hundred thousand blocks away, which results in the hilarious mental image of permit office!Grian standing in front of a nether portal for fourteen hours, occasionally looking at his watch and saying "aaany second now", entirely unmoving.

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

Elegy, I Suppose

I had a dream you were here last night

I was cold but you were warm

I woke up when you drew me in for a kiss

Maybe I’m just tired

But I wish the dream was real

Maybe it was

Labels

Why is there so much pressure

to give a name to certain parts of me?

How I feel,

how I love,

what I am.

I don’t know what my feelings are,

I just feel.

I don’t know what kind of love I experience,

I just love.

I don’t know what to call my identity,

I just am.

Some labels may be close,

but don’t feel quite right.

They trap me in a cage of expectations,

what people expect me to be,

because of the label I use.

I don’t need a word to describe myself

to know that I am me.

do you guys remember when we used to say oh worm all the time. remember that

Since when does being born in 2005 make me old

reblog & tag how old you were in 2006

Estrogen really has changed how I feel emotions. I love so so hard, I yearn so much more. I want to hold her and make her a permanent part of me. Press my body so close to her that we become one. There isn’t a force in the entire universe that could prevent it. The t4t yearning is intense, all consuming, and I wouldn’t change it for a thing in the world.

What’s it like being made of soup

Very warm and wet

It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

You are not alone. You are not different. Every trans girl has stood where you stand now, looking at the reflection in the mirror and wondering if she will ever recognize herself. Every single one of us was given a hand we never asked for, a role we never chose—but now, we hold the power to rewrite our story.

It’s easy to feel like you’re falling behind, like you’re somehow less than because your body isn’t changing fast enough, because your voice isn’t quite where you want it to be, because you don’t feel as feminine as you know you are. But let me tell you a secret—every trans girl has felt that way. We’ve all stared at ourselves and asked, why am I different? Why does it feel like I’ll never get there?

But you will. Because you’re not behind. You’re not failing. You’re becoming. And becoming takes time.

You are perfect in your own way—right now, in this moment. No one can take that away from you. You deserve the time to grow into yourself, to bloom in ways you never thought possible, to embrace the beauty of who you are and who you are becoming.

And when you do? Oh, love, the world won’t know what hit it.

So take your time. Give yourself grace. Love yourself fiercely. You are worth it.

Sending all my love to you, wherever you are. You’ve got this.

I would give absolutely anything for this

Look at me. Listen.

You need to take that adorable transfem in your life—yes, her—and you need to pull her close, press her against you like she’s something precious (because she is). You need to stroke her hair, slow and gentle, let her melt into you like she belongs there. Rub slow circles into her back, let her know she’s safe, that she’s wanted. Hold her like a beloved stuffed animal, like something soft and cherished, like she’s the most natural thing in your arms.

Do you understand me?

Trans girls don’t just need love—they deserve it. They deserve to be held, to be kissed on the forehead like it’s second nature, to be reminded they are not too much or too little or wrong in any way. So take the girls in your life, the ones who make your heart race, the ones who make the world feel brighter just by being in it, and show them. Show them with warmth, with touch, with whispered affection. Let them feel seen.

Because they are your world. And you? You are theirs.

Now go out there and love them properly.

I know stereotypes are bad, but let’s be honest—every trans girl has a vibe. So tell me, which one are you?

A cute hacker girl fueled exclusively by energy drinks – You type at lightning speed, have a questionable sleep schedule, and may or may not be a digital cryptid. Bonus points if you can do eyeliner so sharp it doubles as a weapon.

A literal cat/dog (kitten/puppy also valid options) – You either radiate smug feline energy or are the human embodiment of "wagging tail, big eyes, head pats please." No in-between.

Target mom – You have opinions on scented candles, will absolutely offer to buy your friends snacks, and could run a household with military efficiency if you weren’t so busy being cute.

Three communist manifestos in a trench coat trying to add others to their cause – You own at least one tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto, believe transition should be free, and could (and would) unionize a girl’s night out.

Teenage witch – You collect shiny rocks, you’ve considered hexing a TERF, and your idea of self-care involves moon water and aggressively manifesting a hotter body.

OH NO A LITERAL GOBLIN! – You hoard shinies, giggle mischievously, and the concept of “pretty girl” and “chaotic gremlin” are one and the same to you.

A vampire with an addiction to fluffy things – Yes, you are the night. But also, you need a soft blanket, thigh-high socks, and a collection of plushies to survive.

A faerie who steals genders and scrambles eggs – You don’t just crack eggs; you turn them into omelets. Gender is yours to redistribute. Watch out, because if you so much as look at someone, they might start questioning things.

A 1950s housewife but horny and super progressive – You bake, you’re adorable, and you’re absolutely calling someone “darling” while making them question their sexuality.

Goth was never just a phase, it’s a lifestyle – Your wardrobe is mostly black, your eyeliner could kill a man, and you’ve perfected the balance between spooky and sapphic.

Goth but discovering the color brown (steampunk) – You have very strong opinions on corsets, pocket watches, and the intersection of sapphic romance and gears.

Cottagecore is my goal in life – You dream of a cozy cottage in the woods where you and your cute wife bake bread, tend to your garden, and forget what capitalism is.

I choose you, random fetish! – You didn’t mean to be this way, but here you are. Your interests are niche, intense, and probably make people blush when you explain them.

So, which one (or ones) are you? Or are you something even gayer?

Happy Out Of Touch Thursday to all who celebrate

“I’d kill for you. Please ask me to kill for you.” “No.” Is a top tier ship dynamic no I do not take criticism

Do not hate homosexuals, bisexuals, asexuals, ect But do not hate heterosexuals.

Do not hate trans*gender, agender, non-binary people But do not hate cissexuals.

Do not hate people of color But do not hate white people.

Do not hate women But do not hate men.

Do not hate Christians But do not hate atheists.

Hatred only breeds more hatred. Is it that hard to understand?