Hello! I'm neurodivergent bibliophile (I find "bib" to be the best nickname for that, but anything's on the table other than "nb" or "phile")
I'm transmasc and I use he/him pronouns
Aroace for all intents and purposes (I've got a baggie full of microlabels, but they aren't relevant here)
Biggest diagnoses atm are autism and depression
I would love to be your friend! Message me and we'll give it a shot :)
"DNI" and opinions below, tw for mention of sh
Not technically DNI, because I can't control what you do, but know that I'll block you if you:
are ableist, antisemitic, classiest, fatphobic, homophobic, islamophobic, misogynistic, racist, sexist, transphobic, or xenophobic
encourage self harm or harmful self views (*this is for actively encouraging others, I'm not blocking people for posting about their self harm)
use or promote the use of generative ai
support the removal of people's autonomy
My stance on a few tumblr divides that have come across my dash:
I'm on the side of all trans people, on all points of the gender spectrum. If you try to pit us against each other, get blocked
I think people should be allowed to write or draw whatever they want, full stop. I've been informed that that makes me "pro-ship"
I am on the side of all disabled people. Arguing about visible or invisible privileges is trivial when the system wants to kill us all. (*"arguing" because there are times when discourse is productive, or people raise awareness about their struggles, which is very different from playing oppression olympics)
they should invent a disproportionate emotional response that goes away when you understand it's disproportionate. they should invent a way to logic yourself out of emotions
"if somebody gave birth in your house would you let them stay there?" Well first of all America is a bit bigger than my house. Like if there was a person who was proportionate to the Continental United States like I am to my house I feel like we have bigger problems than birthright citizenship.
If my house is filled with 349 million people I quite frankly don't give a fuck who started in it or just came in one day. In fact, I would find it incredibly stupid and a waste of time to try to keep people from coming in, and monitoring the unfathomable number of windows and doors. It truly makes no difference to me, and I could do way better things with that energy.
Not all venom fans are monster fuckers 😞 some of us are just aroace disasters who like the idea of a platonic soulmate who likes to murder annoying people for you, is that so bad?
I do think some of the "why does this mech have a scarf/sword/shield" comments I get are really funny. Buddy it's cuz they're cool as fuck. You can accept giant mechs as acceptable military vehicles but you draw the line at accessorizing? Same vibes as when someone complains about boobs on snake anthros
SNAKES ARE SQUAMATE REPTILES. THEY HAVE THE GENES TO PRODUCE ARMS AND LEGS. THEY JUST DONT. THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY TRAIT REMOTELY RESEMBLING MAMMALIAN BREASTS
GIVING THEM LEGS AND ARMS AND TALKING IS LIKE MECH SCARVES! GIVING THEM BREASTS IS LIKE MECHS HAVING ACTUAL FEATHERS! NOT AS DECORATIONS BUT PHYSICALLY GROWING OUT OF THEIR MECH BODIES!
Way down the line, when they're leading Ottawa to another Stanley Cup, Ilya gets slammed too too hard by some eager new player. He's knocked unconscious and Shane practically flies from the box to the ice, watching as the EMTs intervene and carry him out on a stretcher.
Yuna goes in the ambulance with Ilya — Shane can't get out of his skates fast enough to run over in time, so he drives a few minutes behind them — and she calls Shane to keep him updated. It's fine, it's all fine, Ilya is already semi conscious and talking to them both. Shane's mind goes to all of the worst places anyway.
They lose service when they get in the elevator, but Yuna still sends out a text message with the room number. Shane speeds faster and then bolts through the hospital.
When he finally sees Ilya, minutes later, already in a blue hospital gown and connected to an IV but conscious and beaming up at him, Shane breaks into tears.
"Don't cry, solnyshko," Ilya says. "Come here," he holds out the hand that's free from the needles and Shane takes it.
"I have something important to ask you," Ilya tells him. It suddenly feels so serious. Shane's heart drops.
"Will you come to my cottage this summer?" Ilya says in a sing-songy voice, using his best Canadian accent. "Don't go to Russia. Come to my house, we'll have so much fun..."
i also want to point out we know it tastes the same even after thousands of years b/c archaeologists who discovered two thousand year old honey tasted it. presumably right after they looked at each other and went “what the hell here goes nothing”
No, no no… you identify bone from rock or other substances by touching it to your tongue. If it sticks, it’s bone. The taste itself has nothing to do with it. And most archaeologists won’t lick human bones if they know they’re human.
…and I realize that doesn’t actually do much to prove archaeologists aren’t freaks.
meeting up with someone with the explicit goal of figuring out whether or not you want a relationship with them spoils the dynamic. it sucks. it's terrible. fall in love with your friends like normal people.
The fact that animals that care for their young will sometimes adopt others' lost or orphaned young to raise along their own is just funny to me. I know that it's all hormonal and there's no conscious thought involved in it, but the internal logic of it is so funny.
"Baby = success. More baby = more success. I have one baby and I found four other baby. I have five baby. I am being so fucking successful right now."
Hell, half the time you don't even need to smuggle. You just show mama cat a little squirming squeaky fluffy jellybean and she's like "oh shit I totally forgot that one thanks!"
We'd get litters in at the shelter sometimes where there'd be like four kittens 6 weeks old and a random 2 week old and we'd all be standing there going "Mom, you stole that one. That's not yours." And mama cat is like "fuck you, finders keepers"
I explained the concept of "blorbo from my shows" to my 71 year old immigrant grandfather because I referenced it in passing and I thought nothing of it, until today when he said "I think I'll watch peaky blinders tonight and see my blorbo from my shows" referring, of course, to Cillian Murphy playing Tommy Shelby
English isn't his first language so he's not super in touch with modern slang, so I've been accidentally teaching him to talk like a tumblr user. His favorite thing to say lately is "me when I'm a little hater" when he's like talking shit about the neighbor's son
I explained the “x before gta6” meme to my immigrant father and he, in turn, explained to me how back in his day in Romania, they had the same type of joke, except instead of it being gta6, it was about the imminent death of a singer named Gică Petrescu, who everyone was continuously shocked by because he refused to die. Every time a momentous event happened people would say, in essence: “This happened and Gică Petrescu hasn’t even died yet?!?”
So. He understood the gta6 meme immediately because they apparently had the same thing in Romania when he was young, except way, way more morbid
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