thirtysomething. californian. writer. dorkus maximus. she/her. i'm cicer over on ao3. this is primarily a 00Q blog at the moment!
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Okie-dokie, friends. I've been on tumblr since 2011 and I plan to be here until they shut the doors completely, but things have developed to the point where I think it's prudent to have some backup options.
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I don't plan to be doing much with either account unless/until something happens with tumblr, but I'd like to make sure I'm following all my people someplace else, just so I don't lose touch with anybody if a calamity does occur.
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i used to struggle so badly as an autistic teen when i would get into disagreements with my friends and they would frequently tell me “you think you’re always right!” to which i would be like, well, yes, i do believe the things i believe and dont believe things i dont believe ergo i think i am right
i was at the function bringing arguments to a screeching halt because suddenly im like “why would i have and express an opinion i dont think is right? of course i think im right. thats dumb”
FOR THOSE WONDERING AS I DID FOR SO LONG, “you think you’re always right” usually roughly translates to “you think you can never be wrong” and was usually said to me when i was being straight up obstinate and refusing to consider other perspectives
I was an obnoxious know-it-all as a kid who had to work on tact in situations where I could technically be right but like... wrong due to the fact that I was blatantly ignoring social expectations because I thought they were dumb. Correct answer, maybe, totally wrong approach and in many circumstances the approach is like half the obstacle. It took a lot of self reflection to get better at this but it's a skill you must hone if you want anyone to like you.
It's like when your math teacher wanted you to show your work even though you already had the answer. It's not always about the answer itself. Sometimes it's about learning other ways to do things, and being able to guide someone else through the process. We live in a society.
Which brings me to my ex, the most correct neurotyplical person that's ever existed. He was so arrested in development socially that you'd be genuinely surprised to learn that he wasn't raised by hornets on a deserted island. Baffling, truly that he had no excuse to behave the way he did (his family were wonderful, friendly people but no one had ever told him no.)
He would accuse me of being wrong about the weirdest shit, like topics I was objectively, obviously, without question better educated about (like my major) and then fly off the handle when I'd get tired of trying to explain it while being called stupid and just hand him a textbook to prove my case without having to engage with him directly anymore.
Sometimes I think he was only disagreeing because he held this strange belief that only one person on Earth could ever be right at a time. Rightness was a finite resource and he needed to hoard it like toilet paper in 2020.
If you said the sky was blue, to be The One That is Right he would try to launch into a physics debate all cocky but his science was never ever good. He didn't have a basic grasp on what colors were. Which would be fine if he wasn't trying to tell you what blue is.
Once you can endure no more and just show him the wikipedia for The Sky he'd get visibly angry and yell at you. "You can never admit you're wrong!" Sir, I'm about to join the Mars project just to get as far away from you as humanly possible. Ffs. Months in isolation in Arizona sounds like a vacation. He did not have a solid grasp on the difference between an opinion and a fact and he had so many opinions about facts.
Anyway, when I broke up with him, I emailed the teacher I gave the most guff to as a kid and apologized for acting even a fraction of that annoying in his class. To be fair to child me, I believed in the existence of exoplanets and (at the time) my teacher did not. Unfathomable to me, whose special interest was space, but I was so fucking irritating about it. Imagine having a college education and an 8 year old insists they know more than you.
P.S. I am wrong about so much. Do not ask me to use a map for navigation! Don't expect me to do any math quickly. There are plenty of topics I am not well educated in -- thing is I'll never walk into your tedtalk and debate you about them. 😂
Sometimes the problem is you must overcome the autistic urge to be understood correctly (esp. about being right) and sometimes you're just an asshole. The autism is easier to navigate.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Knives Out (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Benoit Blanc/Jud Duplenticy
Characters: Benoit Blanc (Knives Out), Jud Duplenticy
Additional Tags: Communion | Eucharist, Set During The One Year Gap, and I’m definitely thinking of it as canon divergence but. choose your own adventure I guess.
Summary:
Blanc asks, knowing full well it will sound like an offer and maybe even meaning it as one, “Is it illegal for a nonbeliever to step in?”
Jud stares at him. “Well,” he says slowly. “Not illegal, per se.”
Presenting Miss Moneypenny, for the @mi6-cafe "All the Ladies Autumn" week 3 prompt.
Thoughts and prayers please; my computer died this past Sunday so I'm squinting and tapping away on my phone while I wait for a new computer to ship. 😔🙏
To me, it is a Core Q Personality Trait™ that he is not good at (or willing to) undersell his abilities or pretend to be less good at something than he actually is. Which means he has pissed off a lot of people since childhood, because being a super-talented prodigy tends to annoy people. So he's just learned to lean into that and get comfortable with Being Really Annoyingly Good At Stuff.
But I think it's a strange and delightful experience for him to encounter Cmdr. James 'Competence Kink' Bond, who might put on a show of being annoyed when Q does his 'I invented them' routine, but actually loves watching Q be Annoyingly Good At Stuff. Bond just eats it up and he's always thrilled to discover previously unknown skills and competencies Q possesses, from the impressive to the deeply mundane. And I think that's very special for Q, actually.
For once, someone's not rolling their eyes and bitterly muttering, Oh, you know how to do that too? Of course you do.
For once, someone's lighting up with excitement and crowding in to watch his performance, even when it comes to one of those 'mundane superpower' type things, like knowing how to make a perfect sunny-side-up egg every time or folding a fitted bedsheet.
at pride today we were trying to explain the chess vibrating anal beads controversy and this span out into us riffing on a chess set that vibrates your anal beads when you put someone into check and you can only cum when you get someone in checkmate ect ect. v funny. now we've been home a few hours and the gf (K) is like
K: imagine James Bond and your man...what's his name... Q?
Me: yes Q...?
K: doing the anal beads chess thing
Me: wait what?
K: James Bond is wearing the anal beads
Me: ...have you seen any of these films?
K: no
Me: I mean i'm down with this conceptually, i'm just confused as to why you think this is a 00q thing...?
K: It just seems like something they'd do
K: you can have that
K: *points at laptop* tell your little friends about that
#your gf has a beautiful beautiful mind#they would SO do this#q mentions chess n bond is like ohh yeah im sooo good at chess#or however he would sort of sayvthat#'ive seen my way around a few chess board in my time'#n q would be like okay well i was obssesed with it for like 5 years im not just good im unpleasantly good#bond insists they play together#qs like *sigh* if we have to#then they sit down to play n last minute qs like here put these in 🥰#bamb! qs evil plot to lure bond into wanting to play chess by pretending he doesnt want to#this is so dumb. do u see the vision (via @miniaturecowboys)
Oh I fully see the vision. Q feigning reluctance would absolutely convince Bond this is something he needs to talk Q into doing right now. this is a bad (good) (bad) idea. every time he looses a piece the vibration ramps up and that is NOT helping him play anymore effectively. Q could have ended this 11 moves ago but he's just enjoying watching Bond squirm. physically squirm. because of the anal beads. K has given their seal of approval too.
at pride today we were trying to explain the chess vibrating anal beads controversy and this span out into us riffing on a chess set that vibrates your anal beads when you put someone into check and you can only cum when you get someone in checkmate ect ect. v funny. now we've been home a few hours and the gf (K) is like
K: imagine James Bond and your man...what's his name... Q?
Me: yes Q...?
K: doing the anal beads chess thing
Me: wait what?
K: James Bond is wearing the anal beads
Me: ...have you seen any of these films?
K: no
Me: I mean i'm down with this conceptually, i'm just confused as to why you think this is a 00q thing...?
K: It just seems like something they'd do
K: you can have that
K: *points at laptop* tell your little friends about that
i think grace teaching on erid was rocky babytrapping him. i think at one point grace was like the only thing i miss about earth is teaching my kids and rocky was like hmm...rocky make some calls.
Being crazy about a piece of media for any amount of time will leave a weird mark on you forever because years later you’ll see someone posting something about it like “can we talk about this frame” and you’ll be like “ah that frame. i know all about that frame. I was once a scholar of that frame.”
