Aego culture is reading smutty fics and making sex jokes, but being revolted at the idea of doing the deed with another real life person.
As long as it’s not real sex it’s good
This is just going out to eat when you’re Overstimulatedᵀᴹ
A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.
Parents always say this:
"You're smart. Therefore, it's okay for me to expect more of you."
"You're smart. Therefore, I don't have to care how I explain things to you."
"You're smart. Therefore, it's okay for me to assume that any mistakes you make are intentional."
"You're smart. Therefore, if you say that you struggle with something, it's okay for me to assume that you're just lazy, afraid, lacking confidence, lacking motivation, or any other excuse to dismiss your struggles as fake.
but never this:
"You're smart. Therefore, I will put my authority aside and consider the possibility that you are right and I am wrong.
Like any abusive authority figure, they want you to be smart enough to uphold their authority but not smart enough to challenge their authority.
Marker doodle yaya
interstellar espers
Happy Pride! Going to do some other pronouns soon
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My one friend group can't stop saying, "See you in hell!" in a cheerful voice instead of, "Talk to you later!" and my other friend group can't stop calling things "penis" instead of "cool" or "good", so I just unironically uttered the phrase, "Sounds penis, see you in hell," as I got off the phone.
Writing sometimes feels like a strange disorder you just kind of cope with by being creative. Like your brain randomly decides to dump a million-piece puzzle in front of you and says, 'Solve this or we will never think of anything else, ever.' You toil away for years and by some miracle you solve it, and it's the most fulfilling, exhilarating feeling in the world. It's perfect. You did it. And your brain is like, 'OK, here's my idea for three sequels and a spinoff.'
whyyy is any attempt at being productive like an endlessly dragging negotiation with a kindergardener like okay buddy we'll go to the library and put the phone in the locker okay? Yes you can scroll tumblr later okay. Yes you can watch that mildly interesting two hour long video later, now it's time to do the thing that you actually deeply care about and want to do. No it's not boring, remember, you wanted to do this, you were excited for it? Yes I know thinking about it is more fun than doing it but I promise once you do it it'll be very satisfying. I know it's already the afternoon but there's still many hours in the day so it's not wasted yet, we can still do things. No don't grab your phone again. Yes, you can have a snack too. Come on now please.
I mean I know why, it's the ADHD, but still you'd think I'd get better at this eventually