as someone who's not formally diagnosed but is like 90% sure i am autistic...i've noticed a weird trend where other neurodiverse people will just clock me.
like three times in the past year i have had interactions where someone i have just met or who i am otherwise confident i have not talked to about this will casually reference my autism in front of other people.
and at first i liked it because i have imposter syndrome and found it validating but after some thought it's just weird. you're not supposed to call out queer people in public in case they're not out, why should this be any different? why do you assume you know my life?
History: “[researchers/scientists/relevant profession word] have been grappling with the implications of [relevant social issue] in the [society] since [year], when [historical details]. But [pose question which thesis answers]?”
Media analysis: “[theme] is a theme which resonates greatly with modern audiences, [percentage] of people in [country] having reported [experiencing something] in [year]. But [question thesis answers]? [author] explores this in their work…”
You don’t need AI to start writing any essay this is all there is to it I promise
"I love you but you're doing wrong in a way I cannot condone" and "I hate you but you're being wronged in a way I cannot stomach" are top tier and I need more of them.
so the metaphor of water and stone for a relationship
it's such a dual metaphor right??
one reading: the water is the flexible one in the relationship, always bending to the other's will. the stone is stoic, unfeeling, and will not give or even compromise. the water will constantly do all the emotional labor.
or?
the water is cold and harsh and relentless and wears the stone down. the water is the wild one who cannot be controlled. the stone is the stable and loyal one who is slowly, slowly losing their resolve and changing, getting smaller to accommodate the water's nature despite themselves.
name a more compelling character and narrative foil duo than "so much empathy it hurts and pretends to have none as a coping mechanism" and "has zero empathy but pretends to for the sake of fitting in" i'll wait
I just realized you wrote one of my favourite Gilmore girls fics and also that you’re 18? So you wrote what’s basically a masterpiece at 14? That’s literally incredible genius to me lol
Yep I posted the first chapter on my fourteenth birthday! sometimes I wonder if I could do better now but I think in a way the unbridled young teen angst was part of what made the whole thing work lol
Thank you so much and I'm glad you still remember it fondly all these years later :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Station 19 (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Maya Bishop/Carina DeLuca
Characters: Carina DeLuca, Maya Bishop
Additional Tags: Cooking, Domestic Fluff, Food, maya eats like a teenage boy and carina likes to cook authentic italian meals
Summary:
Carina notices that Maya has been going hungry at work because she keeps getting called onto cases during lunchtime.
For the months after the world is shaken to its core, Chase doesn't see Jolie once. It's like she's been wiped clean off the face of the earth. All Chase's calls go to voicemail, all of her texts left unread. A cleanly executed dissapearing act.
Chase finds herself creaking up the stairs to Jolie's apartment, and when she knocks on the door, Jolie's Aunt Flor answers. She's exactly as Chase remembers her with the friendly crows eyes and her hair neatly wrapped into a bun, but she looks tired.
"Chase, dear. Come in," she says.
They sit down. Flor swirls a spoon around in a mug of tea. Chase has one in front of her, too, and the fragrance is too strong when it lifts up with the steam and invades her mouth.
"She's not answering my calls. I thought she'd be here," Chase explains.
"She moved out. Onto better things, I think."
Better things. What exactly does that entail?
"I'm sure she'll visit. I'll tell her you were here," Flor offers, and tilts her mug toward Chase. Chase notices it's got a crack in the lip.
"No thanks."
"I know you two were close. She really didn't tell you she was going?"
"Not a word, Flor. Not a word."
"Strange," says Flor, a vacant look in her eyes.
Soon it becomes clear that Chase is on the verge of overstaying her welcome, so she makes to leave. Before she does, she says she's going to use the bathroom, but instead of going to the bathroom, when she enters the hallway, she sneaks into Jolie's room.
The wall is bare, covered in tiny holes where Jolie used to stick so many pushpins in. Not all of the clutter has been evacuated, but all of the journals, some of the clothes, and her knives have. It's left the room a husk, like someone scooped all of the best parts away from it.
The bed is still there with that black comforter that Chase always lost her phone in. She always lost herself in it, too. She remembers laying there, passing out in each other's arms after making out until they were both a little dizzy.
Where did she go? It doesn't mattter. The message is clear.
Chase closes the door on that room for the rest of forever.
