Woah, bruh, hold up. Are you telling me there’s a dude over there that’s not heard of a jellicle cat?
That’s it, I’m watching Cats again you have officially reactivated my hyperfixation on the two gay cats literally any and all crumbs of them that you give us I hoard in my little brain cave like a dragon hoarding gold
Can we get more rtt and mmm please???
I refound this old tweet of mine while looking through my various CATS info dumps and goddammit I'm so fucking funny
Do you have any mungojerrie and rumpelteazer art? I always viewed them as chaotic siblings and was absolutely obsessed with them
Also, this talk about scapegoating ND people because of "incorrect" or "weird" behaviours vividly reminds me of this time in middle school when our entire year group did this desert island survival team-building exercise.
I've blanked most of it from my memory because the whole scenario was unspeakably miserable, but I don't think I'll ever forget what happened when the teachers introduced a Traitors-type mechanic. Basically, they randomly picked a student who would "sabotage" the "supplies" by stealing some (iirc, these were a stock of those little beanbags we used in PE), and we were supposed to work together to salvage the situation.
What actually happened was a witch hunt for the saboteur, and because I (undiagnosed autistic) wasn't reacting "correctly" to the situation, everyone came down on me. I remember standing in the corridor while a bunch of people that I called acquaintances, and some who I considered friends, all crowded around asking me if I was the thief. I think I might have been almost hysterical, because I started laughing and grinning in that painfully embarrassed way while I protested my innocence, and they took this as further "proof" and pressed me harder. I remember feeling absolutely filthy with hot-and-cold sweat, so frustrated I wanted to cry, because nobody would believe me. They were convinced it was me, because I'd committed some social transgression or other that I didn't understand, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
The teachers put a stop to it in the end. (I think they actually cancelled the entire exercise, but maybe it was just that particular aspect they scrapped). Our form teacher gave everyone a very disappointed talk and revealed that the real thief was someone nobody had even glanced at, because he was popular and well-liked. I don't remember if anyone ever apologised to me. One of my friends told me I'd been "over-reacting", because it was "just a game", but to me it'd felt like a microcosm of my social life with the stakes dialled up a 100%.
I will always be able to point to that instance as the first time I became really, excruciatingly aware just how Different I was. For some reason, I'd put a target on myself, I thought. I know now that it was actually a case of ableism and inherent biases against neurodivergent behaviors, but that's a recent revelation. And my heart breaks when I think about how that kind of thing happens every day, all across the world, because so many societies train people to see ND traits as red flags.
every time theres a new bad tv show or movie people act like its the end of the world you guys need to learn about the not watching shit method i’ve been successfully employing the not watching shit method for years
This tag deserves to be seen
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I can’t wait till this is on my dash again on December 24th tbh.
@people who dont celebrate Christmas
Happy day
CT, have you ever played D&D? and what class do you play/think you would play?
I enjoy D&D. I play human fighters.
Listen. All of my friends are gay. They all play slutty tiefling bards or Goliath berserkers that are soft uwu beans or edgy half-elf oathbreaker paladins. None of you understand the true comedy potential of being the Regular Guy.
My last character was a Human Fighter named Gavin who made a humble living killing boars with a spear. His father was a boar Hunter. His wife Myrna runs the farm and sells beer out of their cottage and he loves her a lot. They have two kids. Tiffany wants to be a seamstress and Arthur wants to become a scribe.
Gavin just wants to kill things with a spear so he can go home and kiss his wife. He's a dad out of water. He hates being part of a prophecy so much. He hates quests. He hates mystical riddles so fucking much. He doesn't understand these weird gay demons but he's doing his best and they remind him of his kids. He's practical. He knows how to camp. He knows how to dress wounds. He grounds the group. He's what keeps the narrative human.
You get me.
when i was a child my dad made up a fake holiday called big sandwich night the weekend after thanksgiving, during which we got the longest bread we could find and built a big sandwich together and then cut it up and ate it. we got really fancy ingredients and each built our own section of sandwich before cutting it. building the sandwich together represents community or teamwork or something. and then we would put our christmas tree up and the holiday season was officially kicked off with big sandwich night.
i grew up believing this was a real holiday that americans everywhere celebrated until when i was like 8 i asked a friend if they were excited for big sandwich night and they were like what the hell are you talking about riley. kind of shattered my worldview. but we still celebrate it and ive spread the tradition to friends and partners.
big sandwiches of years past:
as weve included more people weve started having to graft loaves together to make a sandwich big enough for everyone. but it still communicates the core idea of everyone eating the same sandwich together in fellowship.
Event: Big Sandwich Night
skeleton of cave bear in Bears Cave, Romania
wonder why it’s called that
This sent me down a massive historical rabbit hole, but, long story short: it’s called Romania because there were once Romans there.
IM A PEOPLE
Merry Christmas!
I need healing 😳
#Merry crisis