If I Ever Spam Like Your Stuff Im So Sorry I Just Scroll Through Tags And Like Cool Shit

RRAAGH I LOVE THE CREEPYPASTA FANDOM!!! I LOVE MILD TO COMPLETE DISREGUARD FOR CANON!! I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE USE THE CREEPS AS DOLLS TO MAKE WHATEVER STORY THEY WANT I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE WORLD BUILD BASED ON AMATURE HORROR PROJECTS FROM A DECADE AGO!!! I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE MAKE OCS AND MAKE THEM INTERACT WITH THE POPULAR PASTAS!!! RAAGH!!!!

Please have some Zephyr

And some era 3 Mountain and Aether

explaining to gamers that “silent protagonist” does not necessarily mean “blank slate devoid of all personality, characterization and agency”

yes i can

white boy the world is at stake you can not be busting it down like that !

why are the only reactions to telling somene im schizophrenic 1) piss poor sympathy and 2) making jokes about hallucinations and delusions and sometimes 3) denying my diagnosis?? what ever happened to "oh okay, how can i support you?" kinda strange innit

teaching yourself how to deal with mildly annoying inconveniences is imo an essential part of treating the disabled people around you with compassion and no i'm not kidding

It’s always ’But you don’t look autistic.’

You say that until you see me so happy, that I can’t mask. Meowing and squealing, flapping or clapping my hands, an awkward grin on my face. I bounce and lick my lips. I talk endlessly about what I have now, whether it’s a figure, or a VHS.

You say that until I’m overstimulated. I’m irritable when I’m out of my house too long, when I get interrupted, my plans are changed, my ideas are turned away. I don’t want to interact anymore, I want my headphones and my music. I shake my head, I groan, I hit my legs. I get snappy and don’t look at you when you speak. Not that I really did before.

You say that until my senses are TOO sensitive for you, maybe even too dramatic. I can’t touch the dishes, I’ll gag. I cover my ears and shake my head during the concert. ’Please turn down the radio,’ I say. And yet, I’ll stare at the bubble tube at the dentists office, or lay in bed, staring at my prized jellyfish lamp.

You say it until I suddenly won’t shut up. ’Jellyfish don’t sting,’ I say. ’They have cells on their tentacles called nematocysts and-‘ I go on and on. Or maybe I’ll talk to you all about censorship laws, and how it led to the production of ’Faces of Death,’ and ’Banned from TV.’ Or perhaps I’ll tell you all about Botulism of all things!

You say that. But you don't see how it factors into every little detail of my life. You undermine me and my autism with a comment that seems meaningless. What does Autism even look like to you? It is the minimal representation you see on TV? Is it Rain Man? Is it Music, from Sing? Sheldon Cooper?

I am Autistic. You can look at me, and see what Autism looks like. And keep your comments to yourself.

"I love you more than anything" I love you more than I hate myself. The love I feel for you is so intense my body can't contain it. It makes me want to rip my organs out so that I can free the feeling. I love you so much I can feel my insides burn from the scorching happiness I get when i think of you.

i may or may not have teensy tiny itty bitty crush on u

hi drowsy

ive always liked the idea of the ghouls sounding like the people who play them, but imagine mountain speaks for the first time around everyone else and they lose their minds because all they can think is "why is he austrailian"