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Pepsiman looks like a JJBA stand

Yeah cringe culture is dead but you know who are actually genuinely really fucking embarrassing?

Neurotypical parents of autistic people who are shit at dealing with autistic people. Like they don't even have the self-awareness to be embarrassed about it, they'll just openly casually admit "yeah I have no idea why my child consistently keeps having the same reaction when I keep doing these same actions lol" like they don't know the definition of insanity or the idea that hurting people is bad.

Like ok learning the ropes of how autistic people work and function is probably strange and confusing to an nt person who has never encountered people on the spectrum, but how do you raise one without learning jack fucking shit??? And then admit that you're just as shit at it today as the day they were born. How do you have 20 years of experience in something and less skills than someone competent could learn in 20 days.

If there's one fucking group of people who can make me physically cringe when they talk, it's those people making cheery small talk about how they never bothered to learn how to not hurt their own child.

One of my favorite gags from contemporary SCP was from this article about a pointlessly dangerous extradimensional convenience store with layer upon layer of fatal death traps installed at every stage in the shopping process, one of which is a pit full of poisonous snakes below the checkout line. And then there’s a footnote saying that rather than being a confusion of terms between “venomous” and “poisonous” the snakes themselves are actually fangless and completely docile but anyone who falls into the pit and sees the snakes comes under a compulsion to start stuffing the snakes in their mouth

I think the obsession with having been “born this way” largely stems from the idea that you need to be “innocent” to be guiltless. 

If something is weird then you need to have no control over it, otherwise it would be mandatory to fix it. If I said that I had control over my stimming and could stop it at any time, people would request I do so. Not for my comfort but for theirs. If I said that I had control over my gender and could be something binary or maybe even cis, people would request I do so. If I said that I have control over my sexuality and could make myself heterosexual, people would request I do so. If I said I could control my attraction and could make myself monogamous, people would request I do so. If I said that I could control my disability and could choose to stop a flair up in its tracks, people would request I do so. They would never ask out of the goodness of their hearts, they would always be asking because I was annoying, concerning, distracting, or inconveniencing them. 

Diversity is sometimes only tolerated if you have no control. If you have control, rules will be made to stop it. Hair will be straightened, clothes will be standardized, languages will be shushed, interests will be squashed, weight will be lost, and so on and so on and so on. Proving that we were born this way replaces the more obvious, that we’re okay this way. I don’t need to be a helpless victim of my differences to be forgiven for them. My differences aren’t crimes. 

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You can tell when someone’s frame of reference for “normal people” is more “people at the church sponsored ice cream social” and less “people on the bus”

I think it would be funny to take two distinctly different book genres that happen to be set at the same time and just have them both happen in the same story. Hell, make them antagonistic to each other, you've got one set of protagonists over here and another set there, whatever happens on their turf works by their genre logic, and vice versa.

Like imagine you're reading a Jane Austen style sensibility realism about the british landowning gentry who are very delicate and polite with each other but consider abject poverty to mean only having two maids and one horse carriage. The protagonist is pleading her father to please reconsider his oath to never forgive some duke over an imagined slight in a starkly worded letter, before he brings ruin to the entire family over his own stubborn pride. If her brother won't come back from his service in the navy, the duke is their only hope. Her father insists that he will, his son is his the favourite child and if anything ever happened to him, then he would simply die from grief on the spot because he would no longer have anything worth living for. The protagonist is unsure whether it didn't cross her father's mind that by saying this he would imply that she is worth nothing to him, or whether he said that intentionally and simply does not care that it hurt her. She does not ask, and instead goes to her room to write a 15-page letter to her closest most beloved bosom friend.

Then it cuts to halfway across the world right into a rowdy romantic pirate adventure, right in the middle of a swashbuckling battle at sea. This time there's no time for long introductions of family backgrounds and scenic high detail descriptions of their respective estates, one of the ships is on fire and whichever side manages to get control of the other ship will live. Battle for survival alone at this point. Shit's pure tits up chaos. The other protagonist, a pirate, shows up on the scene, and in their introductory sentence stabs the aforementioned brother through the throat.

Carl Winslow had a hard life.

It should be illegal or something to sing “This Land Is Your Land” without the secret verses