@DavidProduction 

Human giant robot pilot: *shows up for the fight piloting an incomprehensible biomechanical horror*

Writhing blob of tentacles: *shows up for the fight piloting a giant naked human*

not to be crude but the people who think Laios is one of those fandom characters that doesnt know what sex is are completely missing like. his whole deal. you think the dude who obsessively studies monster anatomy and behaviors doesn't know what sex is? you think he hasn't memorized the mating rituals of every single goddamn beast under the sun? you think he doesn't have an encyclopedic knowledge on how to fuck? thats his goddamn special interest brother. he knows sex better than anyone on the goddamn planet.

Due to a combination of the residual childhood trauma hypervigilance and ADHD selective processing I am constantly on both ends of the spectrum of being aware of things. Did I notice the way someone shifted their arm in a manner that they usually don't, indicating that they may be irate with this situation? Yes. Did I notice that conversation in this room is not drifting towards a subject that these people would naturally talk about next, indicating that they are avoiding the subject? of course. Did I notice that the person who frequently parks here has removed that sticker from their car? Yeah clearly. Did I notice that truck almost hitting me? No.

My brain is the box that Schrödinger's cat is in, and there is no knowing whether I am aware of everything or absolutely nothing of what's going on unless you crack it open and check. Before that, I exist simultaneously in both the states of hyper-awareness and not being aware of jack fucking shit.

Me

not caring if people think you're stupid is a life hack. recognising that you are kind of stupid is an even bigger life hack. we build entire societies to take care of each other bc we're all kind of stupid. it's fine.

I don't know if this was unusual for a child to think about but when kids in media had bigger cooler homes and exciting lives and more friends and obviously more money than me it only made me sad. And I felt really aware of how the narratives were showing this off in a way that I was supposed to love? Like it was supposed to endear me to this cartoon child that they get a huge whimsical bedroom or they travel the world but instead I was six years old already feeling an emotion I only now understand was a sense of "wow fuck this asshole." Worse when the plot revolved around how unhappy they are about it.

I still see that most animated or otherwise fictional children have bigger houses than I've almost ever been in. If you really wanna relate to kids, especially NOW, you ought to have them crammed in a one bedroom efficiency apartment with a tarp over the rotten part of the floor, or a trailer with so many mice the whole family has to store everything in plastic containers and still rinse the little turds off the lid every so often. Where's all the black mold and perpetual flea infestations in kids fiction? You know the stuff real kids deal with

has this been done yet