Reblog If You Wear Glasses. Too Many Mutuals Don't Know They Have Glasses Wearers In Their Midsts

I love that phenomenon where ur talking to another neurodivergent person for the first time and u haven’t quite grocked their flavor of brain yet and they haven’t grocked yours and you’re both using your Acceptable Friendly Person Getting To Know You Script on each other but of course those scripts have been calibrated mainly for use with, like, normal people, so you just end up being like two conversational roombas bonking gently off one another like “hello fellow human” “hello fellow ‘hello fellow human’” until you both at some point manage to adjust your programming and actually like, communicate

It’s like when I was a kid I had two furbies and when you put them next to each other they’d just natter nonsensically past one another for a bit and then at some point one would abruptly recognize the other with its furby sensor or w/e and it would shout “DANCE!” and the other one would flap its ears and reply “HEY, DANCE” and then, in perfect unison, they would begin to rock back and forth while chanting “doot doot doo doot doot doo”

It’s exactly like that. I love it. Crazy people are the best, we are super excellent, i love us, i love crazy ppl

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This is literally why I write what I usually describe as sapphic smut, but is actually closer to the classic fantasy stories from 80′s and 90′s that initially (and unhealthily) shaped my perspectives on romance and fiction. What I write (professionally) has a bit more sex and romance than those, but with an actually diverse cast, in regards to gender/sexuality/race. However, I only describe it as smut because most people treat it as such, since it isn’t cis/het sex, causing it to be treated as effectively pornographic in nature, which, in a vacuum, I’m not upset about, BUT, if I were to provide the exact same sex scene to the exact same publisher with only the pronouns changed, a scene involving a cis/het man and cis/het woman is treated as nothing to look twice at, whereas the same scene with a transwoman and cis woman is, for some fucking reason, treated as hardcore pornography unfit for the general public.

My actual heartfelt dream is to be able to write stories that help people of all kinds to understand what it really feels like to fall in love and continue to be loved, sexually, romantically, or platonically, in a healthy and happy way. If I could help every person in the world to understand what it feels like to fall asleep in the arms of your lover, feeling nothing but safety and comfort, I would happily give my life.

Writer and RiteGud co-host Raquel S Benedict criticizing sanitized portrayals of queerness in media.

I need somebody to write this. I would, but it’s way too far outside my wheelhouse :(

The only scenario in which I’ll except Enid being Wednesday’s stalker…

Enid, driving away after kidnapping Wednesday: There’s no use in crying so don’t even waste your tears.

Wednesday: Not even if they’re tears of joy?

Enid: Why would they be tears of joy?

Wednesday: Uh… you’re fulfilling a super twisted fantasy of mine right now. I hang out in empty parking lots at night just to see if someone will take the bait.

Enid: Are you kidding me!?

Wednesday: And today… I finally caught you.

Enid: What? No! I caught you.

Wednesday (flirtatiously): Yeah you did.

Enid: …I don’t even know what to say right now. Willa are you okay?

Wednesday: I just want you to know that if you like want to slap me around a bit, I’m down.

Enid: I don’t care. Because I’m not doing that.

Wednesday: Hey, I’m not saying I want you to.

Enid: …

Wednesday: I kinda do though.

Enid: Wednesday, no! I’m a scary dangerous werewolf, I’ve been stalking you, you should be terrified right now.

Wednesday: *hugging Enid from behind the drivers seat* And you did such a good job baby. Very scary.

Enid: Willa… how did you get out of the ropes?

Wednesday: I think I’m in love with you.

Enid: You know what!? I can’t do this. There is a very threatening aura in here and it’s not mine so I think you should just go.

Wednesday: *rolling her eyes* Fine… *climbs into the front seat* but if you’re heading back to the dorms can you give me a ride?

Enid: *sighs* I don’t even care anymore.

Wednesday: So does this mean we’re like a thing now?

Enid: *blushing* I mean yeah if you wanna be.

Wednesday: Oh I wanna be *winks*

Can somebody please tell me what the fuck is up with the bots? They always use a “hot girl” as their profile picture, but none of them have any posts or links or send any scammy asks/dms. What’s the point?

“if no art makes you feel anything, make your own art and feel something” is too raw of a line to have come from a jenna marbles video of her painting a rainbow/polka dot seahorse saying “it’s seahorse time” on a denim jacket

Wenclair prompts

Wednesday is a witch, Enid is a werewolf who can't shift. Wednesday can help in exchange for Enid's first born. Enid accepts, but there seems to have been a fundamental misunderstanding because Enid keeps asking her when they're going to start their family, and saying they really ought to consider dating first so they can plan a wedding that works for them both.

Enid keeps telling outlandish stories about her (probably nonexistant) wife, and her coworkers have had enough. No human being could be so bizarre as she's describing, right? Gotta be fake, and really Enid? Pretty pathetic.

Then the ones who made fun of Enid the most, the ones who dimmed the radiance of her sun's smile, wake up with a bag over their head, tied to chairs in a remote location. The wife is real, the stories were real, and they are going to be lucky of they aren't fed their own organs in the end.

i walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso. i tell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for no whip cream