I’ve been soft-launching a fursona for a few weeks now via vent doodles… still workshopping.. if anyone care…
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"use commas" this "learn how to spell" that. you fools. the very core of linguistics is the change that you so despise on account of lacking any sort of knowledge or foresight. you imbeciles. we the linguists laugh at your little commas and dots that you throw around in your playpen. you think it matters? you think any of this matters? the only thing you should even slightly care about is if you can understand or interpret the core of the message. you hold up the punctuation system as you do the values of the past, thinking it sacred, much like a false idol. you will never be free if you dont stop policing the victimless crimes we've made up. you will never ascend.
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So tired of all the fics that have Harry enjoy reading but it turns him into a snobby cynical asshole. Like reading would turn him into a different person completely. Shut the hell up maybe I just want to see him gushing over the latest fantasy series he stole from the nearest library and going absolutely fangirl insane when he sees a dragon for the first time, all while simultaneously backing as far away from his textbooks as possible and charging headfirst into a fight with a basilisk without researching a damn thing about it. LET HIM CONTINUE TO BE AN IMPULSIVE DUMBASS PLEASE I JUST WANTED HIM TO HAVE SOME COMFORT IN THE CUPBOARD LIKE DAMN 😭
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for as much as i support whatever the hell furries are doing and im sure its all fine i really have never in my life understood it- and i have actively tried, like put effort into trying to see the appeal- which is fine. not for me, and i wont understand, and thats just how it is with some stuff
for a year, i was abroad for school. i kept in regular contact with my family of course, but by nature of being so far away and also just because its not how conversations work, i was never 100% aware of what everyone was doing. for instance, my little sisters are always getting into new stuff and hobbies and whatnot, and i was probably privy to only about half of it, whereas im usually aware of at least 80% of it if im in the country
the point of both of these statements is that i came back from a year away to spend an extended amount of time with them to catch up a bit and make up for lost face-to-face time and they immediately bombarded me with furry terminology. they had both gotten into warrior cats while i was gone, and are making fursuit heads. which is fine thats pretty normal 11yo behavior all things considered but theres few greater shocks in your life than sitting with someone you do not at all associate with that sorta thing and having them look up to you with their big trusting "youre my role model for some reason" eyes and go "do you have a fursona?" and having to swallow the strange discomfort you associate with the term while also trying to process that they know what that all is AND try and categorize the information you know on the subject into "age appropriate", "not age appropriate," "stuff they probably know anyway regardless of whether its appropriate or not," and "stuff i can try and relate to them about this" taking points. all fast enough that you dont hesitate too long and can formulate a nice, encouraging response. also youre on 13 hours of jetlag
"no i dont, but i know what that is. do you have one? can i see? "
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being autistic in the mormon church
being autistic in the mormon church was, for me at least, a weird experience. because i wasn't excluded or mocked very often, just smothered in that strange warm beige obligation. because they could tell, they knew i was different just like i did. so they held my hand, told the other children to be nice to me, to make sure i felt included. and my peers did, cause they didn't have a choice, raised to be polite and kind no matter what just like i was. so i was included and invited places, always as an afterthought or a checked box but invited nonetheless, injected into conversations and games by adults that my peers wouldn't dare contradict. 'well meaning' adults who ask me if im okay or if i want to join the group, talking down in the sweetest tones. every christmas and on every birthday they still track me down to give me a card about how much they miss my 'unique perspective', even though i always tried my hardest to fit in and say the normal things.
"Look at that one. it's different and broken, but you must be kind to it. help it stay in the light of god, because god is the only way to save it. we're good, and righteous, and its so lucky to be in the church because we're the only ones who'll ever tolerate it, because that's what god wants."
and i miss it sometimes. standing on the edge of people who i desperately want to be friends with, flitting around in the back of stores and staring at concert posters indecisively until the date has passed. never finding the right spot in a conversation to talk, never working up the courage to ask if i can come too, i miss the people who had to be nice. who had me on a little list in their mind of what they need to get to heaven.
but im never going back. because even i could feel that it was fake. i felt watched and judged and pitied at all times, by peers who would ask me if i was coming then talk amongst themselves about jokes i didnt get and shared friends i didnt know. and i may be lonely now, but id rather do the work and be awkward and sick with nerves and find people and spaces that i actually want to be in who actually want me to be there, even if it seems impossible now. id rather that than go back to that warm suffocating place, familiar like the worst kind of family.
also telling that all the adults im talking about are either women/afab people or members of the bishopric, people whose 'job' it is to be welcoming and nurturing, though these experiences are mostly from young womens so that would also be it, but even women who arent involved in the yw leadership are raised and taught and obligated to do this and i dont blame any of them but its always made me wildly uncomfortable. never as much as random men who would sit down next to me and just start talking like we knew each other tho so eh
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First of all, i just wanna say that i love your dad!josuke series, it's so well written and it warms my heart. I was wondering, what if Josuke's wife suggested to name Bean as Josuke's grandfather? How would he react?
*checks my house for cameras*
First, I want to say thank you for showing me kindness and enjoying my content! It makes me really happy. You have no idea.
Are you saying you don't like the name Josuke Higashikata, Jr.? 🤨🤨🤨 LMAO I'm joking! I toy with that idea ALL THE TIME. I think it crosses Josuke's mind but he's hesitant to suggest it. He loved his grandfather, but he doesn't know how you'll react to him wanting to name your son after him. Especially if you never got to meet said grandfather. So he probably locks the idea away as you guys try come up with something. One day Josuke is reminiscing about his grandfather (probably retelling a funny story) and you see the way his eyes sparkle as relives the memory. The story is funny enough on its own but Josuke adds in his sound effects and different voices and you're laughing as if you're remembering it as well. When you both get the giggling out of your system, a calm silence settles into the room. You can see that Josuke is still playing the memory in his head. You sit up straight and clear your throat. "What about Ryohei?", you ask. Josuke perks up at that. "What about him?" You smile, realizing that Josuke hasn't caught on. "The name Ryohei. After your grandfather," you say softly. Josuke's eyes immediately soften. "You wanna name him-" he pauses as his eyes well with tears "-after my grandpa?" You smile at Josuke's genuine reaction. "He seemed like such a great man. I can't think of a better role model for our son, Josuke. He'd be named after one of the people you love the most." You watch Josuke chew on his lip for a moment and consider recanting in case you've overstepped. "It would also make a nice middle name in case you—" he interrupts you before you can finish. "I love it, babe." He pauses before spreading again. "I love you." And just like that, Ryohei gets put in your top three baby names.
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