Not only was she super sweet, but she let me hug her and was totally okay with me freaking out about her ACTUALLY being there. She signed my favorite prints for me and i cant even express how excited i am about the whole thing. Omg.
What are your “weird fears”?
Autistics are said to have weird fears, I’m curious what some of yours are. Tell me the weirdest ones in the replies !! I’m talking stuff that’s not like the dark, snakes, spiders…
Mine are stickers and graffiti!
Also stickers! Can’t stand them!
Anything rotting! (mainly food, but any sort of mold scares me too.)
Escalators. They scare me so bad. The way they move the sounds… its just BAD!!!
All i can think about is how cute they’d all be and how badly i wasn’t them to just be a weird polu family and then destroy them so they cant even function with out eachother.
And its all @dogour ’s fault. I love all their characters so much i cant stand it. I could (and actually i think i have) write books and studies about their characters and it still wouldn’t be enough attention to them.
I should draw them tomorrow. I should draw them on my day off. Idk if i will but i should.
I’ve really come to hate my birth name the past few years. It represents a me that only exists to serve. A me that is only there to help and must obey and be polite no matter what others say to me. A me that isn’t allowed to be anything but kind, forgiving and soft. A helper. An aide. An educator. A knowledgeable employee. Perky. Excited. Stupid.
My birth name is a false face i put on to tolerate people that don’t deserve anything from me. A label for the person they want to pretend i am.
I want to go by Wave in my home life but im too scared of what my family, friends, spouse would even say to a name like that. Its not ‘normal’. Im ‘not trans enough’ to have a dead name, so how could i even ask?
So what do i do? Suffer with hearing the name of a lie used to describe me? Live in fear? Just deal with the sharp stab to my heart every time i hear that god awful name?
I dont know what to do.
Hey, you know what? A lot of my lovely followers are fic writers, and I wanna hear about y’all’s fics! What’cha working on now? Which of your stories are you pumped for people to read? Care to share a link to your stuff?
Let’s get a shameless self-promotion post going. Reblog and tell us about your fics!
Robin, you already know all my big projects, :O but I’m curious and wanna hear what other people are writing too!
Ah, well. Ive been working on this one for long time the premise is that theses a wolf that wants to be human. But he doesn’t want to hurt humans, so he finds a witch that gives him a spell to switch parts of himself with humans trading an eye here, his legs there, etc. Until he is ‘human’.
To other autistic people, do you ever intentionally hide in bathrooms to avoid social gatherings?
Pretty often. Problem is if im in there too long my wife starts yelling my nsne and being upset that I’m gobs so it doesn’t really relieve anxiety.
Guess I’m not allowed to have emotions. This is fine. I’ll just go back to being numb all the time. It was easier.
While walking on the beach after a massive thunderstorm, you come across a strange sight. A section of the sand, blackened by a lightning strike. In the middle of the strike zone, you discover a newborn child.
“I’m gonna names him Hercules.” You joke to a friend. You are promptly stick by lightning because Zeus doesn’t think you’re funny.
You are just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. One night, you took the midnight train and it can take you anywhere. Anywhere.
At the ticket check out there’s a final option. It was set up for couples trying to adventure. But you just wanted out. You just wanted to get away from here. You didn’t care where you ended up so long as it wasn’t here. You’d over stayed your welcome I this tiny place and it was time to go.
You pushed the button labeled ‘random’ accented with a rainbow and fun little stars. The printed ticket didnt have a destination printed, not that you expected it to. The clock struck midnight and you stepped into the train. Taking a seat in the empty car. Where ever you were going no one else seemed to be going to either.
It felt as tho you had been waiting am eternity as the train rattled around but it finally stopped. The ticket I your hand hesying and flashing to signify it was time to get off.
You took a deep breath preparing for your new Life, and new home.
You stepped out of the train onto a platform you had stepped off of not a few hours ago.
You answer the knocking at your door only to see Death himself. “It is time.” he says. “For me to move in, I’m your new roommate.”
“You…you’re going to a public college????”
“Course, killing people doesn’t really pay the bills you know.
ImmortalWave 