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[blue0909]

Please stop being nonbinary too. God only created one gender. You must conform to that.

THERES ONLY ONE NOW?????

[miketon]

[dungeonmalcontent]

Im remembering where I left off on my long term d&d campaign before we all realized our holiday seasonal schedules would make it incredibly difficult to play.

My players had made it to the dwarven city of my homebrew setting. And I had added on a detail from dwarf fortress to help enhance some of the weird culture they have. These are weird dwarves, after all. They have been grafting uranium into the skin for generations.

I added strange moods.

For those unfamiliar with dwarf fortress, you manage a colony of dwarves. You tell the dwarves what to do and they try to do it. You can micromanage just about everything. But every now and then a dwarf gets a "strange mood" or a "fey mood" (there's a few names for it in game). You can't stop this. When it happens the dwarf stops what they're doing, enters a trance like state, hijacks a workshop in the fortress, steals a bunch of materials, and crafts what is usually an incredibly valuable artifact.

So I described this to my players, as part of the city was being cordoned off due to a particularly troublesome strange mood. And a player responded with "so. Crafting heat. Got it."

And it killed a me a little. In a good way, of course. I had to stop and think about it for a minute before I could laugh but I did laugh.

Anyway, this is now the canonical way I think about it. The dwarves have a heat cycle, and it is not sexual in nature. It is for making cool and useless things. Like hats made of bone and rocks.

[trevel]

I tend to prefer versions of dwarves who carve new dwarves from stone, so that would work particularly well with this scenario.

[spin-the-wheel-polls]

you have won a lifetime supply of this

How do you feel?

good!

I CAN SELL THIS AND GET RICH

im drowning in my supply help

Eh it's okay

BAD. VERY BAD

results/other

Voting ended onJul 15

you would receive the supply once a month

the brand/type will vary so you could

you can sell the things you get/give them away but they will keep coming until you die

[trevel]

Yeah, I can make that work.

[catsi]

in grade 12 we were reading romeo and juliet and we were at the romantic-ass balcony scene and this hot girl in the class volunteered to read juliet’s parts and i put up my hand to volunteer for another part and the teacher goes ‘oh do you want to be the nurse, amanda?’ and i was like ‘no i wanna be romeo’ and the hot girl swiveled around in her seat to give me a Look™

she and i later ended up making out at a bunch of parties in university lmfao

[catsi]

in retrospect this moment was absolutely pivotal to my butch awakening but it was also just a lesbian power move

[eyeballs-2-entrails]

I too got a girlfriend over this play. In grade 10, I was reading the balcony scene to study with two other people (one guy and one beautiful girl) and I insisted point blank I had to read as romeo, because he had the most lines and I’m a dramatic little shit.

So the other two in my group are used to my antics by now. We’re all friends, so the pair of them decide that the one guy in our group gets to be the nurse. Now, my Juliet and I have been friends for a couple months by this point, so I decide to be a little more dramatic.

We put Juliet on a spinny chair, and pump it up as tall as it goes, and my baby, closeted lesbian ass crouches on the floor, ready to be as melodramatic as possible. Like, I’m about to do a rendition that makes William himself walk into the class and tell me to take it back a notch or twelve.

And then I look up.

And holy shit.

There she is, Juliet, haloed in the worst fluorescent light known to mortals across the globe. Light just streaming down around her, that weird off-green colour that it always is. And she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. My little gay soul is barely holding on as the words barely leave my lips, breathlessly. “But soft… what light from yonder window breaks?”

And Juliet was the sun. Romeo was not exaggerating that line at all.

Juliet and I have also been together for more than 4 years now. She’s every bit as spectacular as she was when I was a lovestruck teenage Romeo, kneeling on the yellowed linoleum floor of second block english.

[rebakitt3n]

[theconcealedweapon]

With socialized healthcare, you pay for other people's healthcare.

With capitalist health insurance, you pay for other people's healthcare AND rich people's profits.

There's an easy solution that keeps everyone happy. Just have socialized healthcare, with the option to set aside additional money to give to your favorite rich person. Then, those who only wish to pay for other people's healthcare can do that, and those who wish to pay for other people's healthcare and rich people's profits can do that too.

[cipheramnesia]

It's just that I think the neural disordered processing of social context is more complicated. Like a good base illustration is the classic situation of somone says "the dishes are dirty," implicitly requesting whoever they're speaking with to do dishes, but the implicit meaning is lost for autistic or other things that makes social cues difficult or impossible to read, and that's pretty understandable. Everyone knows those kinds of statements.

But also there's another side of saying, "The dishes are dirty" and it's another bit of social pattern disorder, where for autistic or other things that make social interactions difficult, it's easier to mention something than ask for help. So actually the implicit ask is autistic et al going both ways. Except also, failing to understand the implicit request has a different option which is understanding the implicit request, but for etcetera, the implicit request is clear but because it was implicit, it still locks them out of action without the magic words "could you wash some dishes?"

But then also on top of that are long running bad experiences with communications to the point where not asking the implicit question and not responding to the implicit question are both active defensive measures of self protection. It's this whole symphony of implicit social communications being unclear, and sometimes it really is just needing a thing explicitly stated but that's just only part of the whole picture

[mint-swirl]

*trying to come up with rules for my new society after successfully leading the revolution* why don’t we just repurpose 5e

[toastyglow]

"make what you want to make" is easily misconstrued I think. like there's a whole host of reasons why you want might to Have Made Something. you might get excited about ideas purely because you know people would want to see you execute them well. because it's "such a good concept" or so eye-catching or punchy or emotionally affecting or whatever. I just don't think Wanting To Be The Person Who Made The Thing is the same as wanting to make it.

and it's a painful distinction to make because that's a really strong motivator in its own right. like sometimes you'll ask yourself "okay well if I was going to make <insert project here> ONLY for myself, how would I do it" and the answer is going to be "I wouldn't" and that's a rough fucking pill to swallow.

on the other hand, I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with daydreaming about projects you don't actually want to make, but which you like imagining Having Made. plan out a game you're not going to code. plot out a novel you don't care to write. Having Made Something is not the point of art.* rolling around in creative mud with no real objective has value god damn it

*yet another reason why "AI"-generated "art" is dumb and bad

[headspace-hotel]

There's a quote about writing that's like "I hate writing, but I love having written," and it used to get shared around a lot as haha funny relatable. But nowadays I don't relate to it at all. I think it's actually not good to hate the process of creating or find it constantly distressing or frustrating, and that was considered normal, and maybe it was or is, but it doesn't HAVE to be that way.

as someone who wrote several novels as a teenager, I luckily made a lot of fundamental discoveries about writing at a relatively early age, and the importance of genuinely enjoying the process was one of them.

I had projects where I had a really clear vision of what I wanted the final thing to look like, and I never finished those projects. Writing projects I actually finished were always the ones where I started with NO plan and just fucked around until I reached the end.

I am figuring out more and more that I am a pantser (as opposed to a plotter)-- someone who writes "by the seat of their pants" so to speak, and though this post isn't exactly about process in that way, this post made it click for me what that means. The result of my process is not the purpose of the process. The process is its own thing. The way I like to write and puzzle through stories and figure them out as I go isn't like, an auxiliary thing that leads to a desirable product, it is the thing itself.

I've started to think about all art in terms of being performance art, not in the sense that there is an audience watching, the opposite actually, but in the sense that the process of making it is part of the art. Making IS art, or art IS making.

So when I write, when I am in the process of writing, I'm not working towards something that will be art. The art is already there, in the essence of what I'm doing.

[trevel]

I've generally thought of "I hate writing, but I love having written," as a joke about non-writers: people who want to have written a novel, but are never going to actually write one because they hate it every step of the way.

If you want to be a full-time writer, then you need to enjoy the process of writing, not just the end goals.

At writer's conventions I've been to, the joke was more: a writer is someone who feels the need to write, even when they don't want to.

[kaity--did]

Absolutely love how emotionally aware my child is for a 4 and a half year old do not however love stubbing my toe on the island for the 100th time today and hearing "hey mama it's okay to cry! It's not okay to throw a fit though, and we hafta re-...we have to reconitize the difference"

[kaity--did]

When I immediately say "oh no thanks" to a food she offers me she says "oh mommy, chefs try new foods. Can you take one , two, bites for me and if you really don't like it then I won't ask forever again deal?"

like you know what fine sure I'll try your truly heinous concoction because I do in fact hafta respect the deals

[mothric]

thinking about the time a former housemate said to me "hey I put these box fans in the living room because it's hot" while gesturing to the fans that I was actively sitting in front of because it was hot. and I said "okay thanks." and she kept standing there like she was waiting for something else so I said "am I blocking the airflow? do you need me to move?" and she said no I'm just letting you know they're here, in the living room, for circulation. and I said well yes, I did put that together. I am enjoying them. thank you. and she looked confused. so I asked "am I meant to do something with this information or are you just informing me?" and she said no I'm letting you know they're here because It's Hot In Here. she seemed a bit aggravated, and her emphasis seemed deliberate.

it took me asking three more times before she finally told me she wanted me to leave the fans where they are instead of moving them to my room or something. and I said oh! I had no intention of doing so but thank you for letting me know what the expectation is.

about a month later she brought up that conversation as the moment it actually clicked for her that I Am Autistic And Will Not Magically Intuit The Unspoken Request You Didn't Ask Me.

[mothric]

I have observed enough allistic communication to know that generally, if somebody points something out to you that you can already see or are already clearly interacting with, they are making an indirect request. but as I don't know what the request is, the only way forward is for me to guess (and likely get it wrong), or prompt the allistic to tell me clearly what they need.

however, allistics don't realize they do this, so asking them to say the unspoken surprises and confuses them. this is not their fault. allistics can be quite emotionally fragile and perceive directness as confrontation, so they habitually rely on indirect speech and coded language to preserve others' feelings. this is why they may find it difficult to be direct, even when asked. I have found that with enough gentle encouragement and reassurance that they are actually helping you, you too can achieve successful communication with your allistic friend or loved one. :)

[samreich]

from my conversation with Hank Green for Decoder Podcast

[trevel]

My lunch today is a salad and yogurt. If I eat it while laughing, I think that means I'm officially a woman?

[trevel]

I have been informed of the existence of "brogurt" but it's too late, I'm committed.

[enki2]

[trevel]

My lunch today is a salad and yogurt. If I eat it while laughing, I think that means I'm officially a woman?

[cutecipher]

as a feminist i support recreational abortion

[cutecipher]

i have mixed feelings about competitive

[cutecipher]

*maddest ive ever been, eye twitching* thats baseless. its something else actually.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Life must be a rollercoaster for the D class. You live in a shitty prison cell for the remainder of your probably extremely short life. One day some security guards show up and take you to a big room where a scientist tells you to copy an image onto some paper. You do. The scientist shrugs and writes something down and you're taken back.

One day a scientist hands you a poptart and says "eat this". You say "is it full of some kind of fucked up interdimensional poison". The scientist says "eat it or that security guard will tase you and tie you down and make you eat it". You eat the poptart. It is not full of fucked up interdimensional poison, but it is kind of stale. You describe the taste to the scientist and he shrugs and writes something down and you go back to your shitty cell.

One day a security guard takes you to a big room and there's a flute sitting on a table. A scientist tells you "play Hot Cross Buns on that". You explain that you do not know how to play the flute. You are instructed to try. You play the flute and get immediately get dragged into some incomprehensible shadow dimension and torn to pieces for no reason that makes any sense to you. You are very lucky to have survived so long and died so quickly.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

This guy will spend hours staring at his blank wall and wondering what the fuck was in that chamber and why they thought he might know.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Sometimes you get blindfolded and told to repeatedly roll a basketball across the floor of a room and then you have to draw pictures and learn piano and cooking and you accidentally become a big monster's beloved Emotional Support Human, though, so there are potential upsides.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

#oh my god is this a fandom thing#you cant imagine my horror i thought we were talking about real people#oh my goddddd that makes so much more sense

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but real prisoners also get used as human test subjects with alarming frequency. Admittedly not to play evil flutes but that's only because we don't have any evil flutes.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Life must be a rollercoaster for the D class. You live in a shitty prison cell for the remainder of your probably extremely short life. One day some security guards show up and take you to a big room where a scientist tells you to copy an image onto some paper. You do. The scientist shrugs and writes something down and you're taken back.

One day a scientist hands you a poptart and says "eat this". You say "is it full of some kind of fucked up interdimensional poison". The scientist says "eat it or that security guard will tase you and tie you down and make you eat it". You eat the poptart. It is not full of fucked up interdimensional poison, but it is kind of stale. You describe the taste to the scientist and he shrugs and writes something down and you go back to your shitty cell.

One day a security guard takes you to a big room and there's a flute sitting on a table. A scientist tells you "play Hot Cross Buns on that". You explain that you do not know how to play the flute. You are instructed to try. You play the flute and get immediately get dragged into some incomprehensible shadow dimension and torn to pieces for no reason that makes any sense to you. You are very lucky to have survived so long and died so quickly.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

This guy will spend hours staring at his blank wall and wondering what the fuck was in that chamber and why they thought he might know.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Sometimes you get blindfolded and told to repeatedly roll a basketball across the floor of a room and then you have to draw pictures and learn piano and cooking and you accidentally become a big monster's beloved Emotional Support Human, though, so there are potential upsides.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

#i know Derin didnt invent this#but it is SUCH a Derin concept

I've been incorrectly credited with inventing rotational pseudogravity in colony ships and the "humanity, fuck yeah" subgenre, so this assumption would be par for the course.

(For the record I have never invented anything.)

Someone came in fully convinced that I wrote 17776 once. I'm waiting for the day that I get confused for the cookie clicker guy.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I'm an SCP anomaly but all I do is cause people to misattribute art they like to me at random.

[wario-hentai-hobbyist]

Art and fibromyalgia.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Oh yeah I forgot about that.

[trevel]

Man, you'd think people would know your work better, after that time you painted the Sistine chapel and carved that statue of David.