I'm Tired

I have become fascinated with Five Nights at Freddy’s and I don’t understand why, because I’m never going to be able to play it. My anxiety disorder does not react well to things jumping up and making noise at me, even when they’re not real. I’m watching a Let’s Play, but it even startles me when one of the animatronics appear at the door, so I’ve been doing a lot of double clicking on the play button.

I have a lot of favourite details, but my favourite favourite so far is the way people keep saying that the animatronics can jam the doors, which isn’t exactly true. If the doors don’t work, they’ve already got in without alerting you, which I think is wonderfully creepy.

Me: The Earth managed for hundreds of millions of years without flowering plants, so my world won't have any! Yeah!
Me:
Me:
Me: Can people eat non-flowering plants?
I find it funny that Finn is 16 and he technically has two children (Stormo and NEPTR), three if you count Lime Countess (SHE WILL ALWAYS BE CANON IN MY HEART.)
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confessingadventuretime:

Finn’s NEPTR creator, not his father. And PB is Stormo’s creator. Finn is just a DNA donor over there. 

We’re not considering Finn’s future wife and children here. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

How does that stop them from being Finn’s children, though?

Meet the blogger

voyeuristicdarlings:

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

  • Name: Claire. I go by Shwoo online — I’m glad I got a tumblr early enough to get this URL.
  • Eye color: Brown, kind of yellowy when the light shines on them.
  • Hair style/color: Dark brown, somewhat curly. I miss having straight hair like I did before I hit puberty.
  • Height: 163cm, or 5’4”
  • Clothing style: Comfortable clothes I can wear even if I haven’t shaved.
  • Best physical feature: I always thought that yellow thing on my eyes was cool. Don’t know if it’s common.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

  • Your fears: That people don’t like me and I can’t tell, that people are just pretending to like me, that people who previously liked me no longer do — normal social anxiety stuff, I think. Also being chased with nowhere to hide.
  • Your guilty pleasure: Making fun of stuff. I also like some things that are questionable in quality, but there’s no need to feel guilty about that.
  • Ambitions for the future: I’d like to be able to push myself a lot more than I currently can. Strongest creative goals at the moment are publishing a novel and publishing a game.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

  • Your first thoughts waking up: Lately? “My mouth is really dry. Oh, did I just wake up? I hope it’s not 3am again.”
  • What you think about most: Stories. Current “”“”“”“special interest”“”“”“” (ugh) is Adventure Time.
  • What you think about before bed: "Aw, bedtime again already?"

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER? 

  • Single or group dates: I’m asexual. I’ve never been on a date. (My definition of asexuality includes not wanting to date anyone)
  • To be loved or respected: Can’t I have both? Okay, respected.
  • Beauty or brains: What, in a romantic partner? I’d say brains, but again, I’m asexual.
  • Dogs or cats: They’re both great, just don’t make me take care of them or let them jump on me.
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU.
  • Lie: Sometimes.
  • Believe in yourself: Yeah, I get more stuff done than if I don’t.
  • Believe in love: It is pretty obviously a thing.
  • Want someone: Asexual!

LAYER SIX: EVER?

  • Been on stage: Yes. I’ve performed the recorder (it’s a real instrument than can be and is played well) a few times, and I did ballet when I was little.
  • Done drugs: No. My brain works badly enough as it is.
  • Changed who you were to fit in: Yeah. Luckily my anxiety worked in my favour and made it really hard to do, so I didn’t do as much embarrassing stuff as I could have.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

  • Favorite color: Red-purple.
  • Favorite animal: I don’t think about that much. I guess it’s still Lystrosaurus? There are so many great animals.
  • Favorite movie: Hot Fuzz and the Lego Movie are probably in there somewhere.
  • Favorite show: I guess being obsessed with Adventure Time makes it my favourite. Gravity Falls and Steven Universe are also excellent cartoons.
  • Favorite book: I don’t read as much as I used to, but bet it’s a Discworld novel. I like to reread How Not To Write A Novel by Howard Mittelmark and Sandra Newman, but that’s nonfiction.
LAYER EIGHT: AGE
  • Day your next birthday will be: Of the week? Saturday, apparently.
  • How old will you be: 26
  • Does age matter: Matter to what?
Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.
Salvador Dali  (via salvadordali-art)

perrybearwaks:

Can I hold him a little longer?”

Watching Steven Universe in Spanish was really helpful, except now I keep getting the word for cheese confused with the word for backpack.

b-b-breaking bad?

spacetwinks:

breaking bad writers room

"okay. no matter what we do, people seem to see walt as a good guy. what can we do to fix this"

"how about… walt threatens to eat a baby"

"and?"

"and he does it…"

"at a chuck e. cheese"

"during a child’s birthday"

months later, on a breaking bad fan forum

centaurfan5501 said: “can’t believe skyler wouldn’t let walt eat that baby during a birthday at the chuck e. cheese”

mustardhomecrafter said: “yeah what the fuck is her problem”

vegardsnipples:

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buzzfeed apparently only just realised that there are languages other than english

punkabed:

look, if you’re gonna talk about autistic representation, don’t just talk about nine year old white boys who memorize train schedules and plane models and can recite like 500 digits of pi. talk about the chubby filipino girl who’s terrified to speak up in class but can talk for hours about welcome to night vale. talk about the bigender indian person with pdd-nos who found out about asl and felt a weight lift off their chest. talk about the newly diagnosed black man who was always told he was just lazy, unmotivated, a burden.

neurodiversity is important, but diversity within that community is even more important.

I felt like I was inherently wrong because I could never find people like me represented in fiction, and I read a lot of fiction. I kept wondering if I was even autistic.