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can i come over and stare at you like this
Space art by Pamela Lee.
Direct byproduct of being neurodivergent and growing up isolated from your peergroup is having no idea when it's appropriate to define someone as your friend
Is this person I met yesterday my friend? What about this person I've been talking to every day for three months? What about this person I've known since middle school? Is friend a title I have to earn? What are the limits of friendship? Is it a static state, make-or-break, or is it some endless dance-dance-revolution style cavalcade of prompts and challenges and social cues I have to hit perfectly to keep it up? Does it bend? Does it break? I don't fucking know man I just work here.
i still remember when the dude doing my autism assessment asked me how many friends I had, and I was like "okay but how are we defining friendship?" and he just like, stared at me for a second and then wrote down some notes
one of my favourite images
I just realized that since episode 9 is out on yt now I can post this without breaking my oath to the fish
Art by Essi Välimäki
i love poison omelette
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got some kick to it i tell you what
~Your voices
Their voices~
~all wonderfully wacky voices~
...Yet no one could hear your cries
MEME ver:
hot take in a roundabout way i think that's also why so many of us opt out of becoming parents ourselves
isn't she...lovely?
this is my truesona he is badass🐇🔥 (REPOSTS)
better a nigga than a Nazi!!!!
btw, this bunny is black pride bunny trans boy! epic
A little white lie 💚
My contribution to Ribbit's and Ragatha's relationship.
Believe it or not I've been working on this comic for months now but only had the time and patience to finish it now.
Rest assured that whenever Ragatha doesn't get enough attention, I will make it my mission to make her shine.
It's just a little funny interaction I had in mind.. tho I'm sure Ragatha had a hard time keeping up her smile when her friend abstracted.
hello can anyone help me get some food for my younger sisters? they haven’t eaten all day. we would appreciate anything that you can spare
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Wet pussy never lies
Not wanna ruin the post but I do think it's important to point out that occasionally wet pussy is a liar.
If you read the book "Come As You Are" by Emily Nagoski, PhD, chapter 6: Arousal you will see what I mean. Just because your pussy reacts to something that is sexual (getting wet) doesn't mean you are liking it. This is very important for women who have ever been sexually abused. They might feel guilty because they for sure know they didn't want this but their pussy still reacted like she did. It is just a normal reaction. Same goes for men who get hard but might not want to fuck you.
“In other words, genitals may learn to associate certain stimuli with certain psychological responses that may have no association with desire or pleasure.”
The other day, I asked my partner, “What are you doing?”
Simple question, right?
Except… he suddenly got defensive. His tone changed. I could feel tension building, and I had no idea why. So I took a breath and asked, “Wait, what did you hear me say?”
He paused, thought about it, and said, “I thought you meant ‘Why aren’t you doing anything?’ Like you were mad I was being lazy.”
But that wasn’t what I meant at all. I’d genuinely just been curious.
And that moment reminded me how easily things can go sideways when we assume intent. Our brains, especially when we’ve had messy pasts, trauma, or relationship anxiety, tend to fill in the blanks with the worst possible meaning.
But that one question, “What did you hear me say?”, turned what could’ve been an argument into understanding.
It gave both of us a chance to clarify before our brains made up a story that wasn’t true. I was able to explain, and he was able to listen. Understanding what I meant changed his tension entirely.
Sometimes the fight isn’t about what was said. It’s about what was heard.
“What did you hear me say?” can defuse a storm before it starts.
An excellent tool.