I work at a library now
Episode 2: Annoyance
I hate when people don't believe me when I say I'm good without something.
You don't have to buy me things to win my affection, I'm not trying to be considerate of your finances, I just don't want a drink. It's okay. Sometimes I'm just not hungry and I'm not interested in that last cookie. It's okay that I really like that thing, I just don't want it. I know that eating it right now isn't what will make me feel good.
Why can't friends and family respect that I sometimes don't want things, sometimes I just want a glass of cold water with a straw. And that's good enough for me.
Tumblr: “you have the same kinda humor and posts as this person! here have some of their posts”
Puki: “ofcourse I know him, he’s me”
Why do you recommend me me tumblr?
Some interesting ideas that I've come up with, which I think would be fun for stories. Some examples:
MC's only plot armor is being oblivious to the situation
Character duo who act like twins, hate eachother and fight (especially in serious situations) but in the end would kill others and get killed for eachother.
Almighty God bound by the constrictions of morality and constantly fights with the problems they've caused. (Probably one that cries a lot)
Bully and wimp duo, but the wimp keeps tryna fuck the bully (even better if the wimp acts like a sub-top)
Some OP badass (kill or be killed type of shit) but has a soft spot for birds (birds could also be their accomplices)
Once again reminding you to lock your doors. It's zucchini season.
Guys don't leave your doors open, Its zucchini season.
Let's not forget the show specific ones,
"this anime tied me to the back of a truck and dragged me around" - Trigun
"this show made me an orphan and then killed my cool uncle" -a series of unfortunate events
That neurodivergent moment when youre not sure if you can leave
Like I'm not talking about when it's after a meeting and people are still hanging around and you don't know if it's rude or nah.
I HAD TO ASK TO LEAVE THE BATH
I would call my mom with the same sad wail a cat makes when you leave it in a room with the door closed and ask her if I could get out. I would stay in my room after being sent there for hours when my mom had said "go to your room for fifteen" and ask if I could go to the bathroom.
I know nothing!
I found the Baron.
While at an airshow (the most fun and autistic event I've ever been to) I stumbled upon a bear dressed in pilots clothes, specifically a bomber jacket, goggles and scarf. Like the outfits of WW1 era pilots. After some timeline checking I present to you the story of the Baron and Baroness.
The baroness has been a suffragette for many years now, while it has been hard work she feels they are close. The Baron fears he might have to take up arms in the great war, while out one day he watches the suffragettes protests. One woman full of determination catches his eye, he admires her courage and spirit, wishing he too could be like that. But as she walks past him, he just watches. The Baron believes he will never see this powerful lady again. As chance would have it they meet once more, a smitten Baron tries his best to woo the Baroness. While his natural wit fails him, his charming attitude and sincerity has the baroness fall in love with him all the same. The war looming it the background of their happy ending. the Baron deems it his responsibility to fight for Britain. Tearful goodbye are shared; the Baron reassures his beloved that, if it weren't for her, he would not have the bravery to fight at all. Before he flies off in to battle the baroness give him a locket with a picture of her. "Keep it close," she says, "it will keep you safe." The baron places it in the pocket closest to his heart. "I win the war for Britain, you win the war for women." They part, and the story ends. We are left wondering; will the allies win the great war? Will the suffragettes procure their rights? And what you are wondering, will they ever see eachother again?
I saw a doll at the thrift store the other day, it was a light brown bear dressed in fancy dress, it was a beautiful maroon with lace. She had a hat on as well. A lovely sufferagette, standing alone atop a dusty wooden shelf. She reminded me of the baroness. Noble, breath taking, yet alone.
any one else see an ad,
fully acknowledge that it is, infact, an ad,
scroll past the ad,
and then go, "but what if that wasn't an ad"
To which you proceed to scroll back up skim the ad and just
"IT WAS AN AD! :D"
-Trans autistic guy with bad sense of humor- -he/him- -Special Interests: Music, History, Anthropology-
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