Thanks, brain, for all those reminders about things I never forget.
As a former Gifted Kid, it's honestly so hard to be proud of anything I achieved. Because all those milestones parents might celebrate with their children - finishing high school, getting into college, graduating college - they were expected of me.
None of this felt like an achievement to be proud of, more like I barely skirted the failure of not managing it.
who now have depression and/or anxiety, are probably adhd but dont know bc they were never diagnosed bc they just assumed that was part of being “gifted”, have a crippling fear of rejection and not being good enough, struggle to learn new skills bc if they arent perfect the first time then whats the point, and hide all of their self doubt with memes
Dad!Tony putting a heater in his spider son’s suit is just aslfajakjdla
Like he seriously brainstormed every possible situation and put something in the spidey suit to counter it.
“Never know when we’ll have a mission in sub-zero temperatures, gotta make sure my son stays warm.”
“Never know when he might have the urge to jump off a plane (like a problematic super solider i know) better make sure he has a parachute.”
*Thinks up every single problematic thing that may occur* “Oop, gotta make sure he has a web for this, and a web for that, and a web that can do this, I’m pretty sure real webs don’t actually do this, but he might need it anyways…”
*Over 500 combinations later*
“Do you think that’s enough Fri? Actually don’t answer that, my spider-son can never have too much.”
April 22: What are some social rules that do not make sense to you/that you don’t understand?
So many-
- Eye contact
- Hand-shakes
- Small talk
- The fact that you come across as a smart ass when you correct someone’s wrong information, whoever nicely you say it
- Saying hello to a stranger as you pass them
- The concept that harmless weirdness is bad or creepy
- The stigma against stimming as a whole
- Dropping hints instead of just saying it directly
- Don’t think this really counts as a rule, but flirting
April 23: Do you have any internal rules? What are they?
I’m not quite sure what this question means. Do you mean like morals? Or OCD stuff?
I started to draw auror/mercenary/vigilante/war Harry and then my attention span peaced out. 🌚
In 1252 the king of England was given a polar bear from Haakon IV of Norway. The polar bear lived in the Tower of London but didn’t like to be kept in such a confined area so he would have a rope tied to him and be allowed to swim and catch fish in the Thames.
Bojack horseman had a lot of good scenes this season about being asexual and looking for a partner but this probably one of my favorite scenes
the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
Me: so what’s romantic love feel like?
Someone: you just know
Me: