i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.

as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."

NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING

Ich bin als spätdiagnostizierte Autistin selbst quasi Expertin im Thema Erschöpfung😇. Ständig überarbeite ich mich und bekomme nur schwer mit, was mein Körper wirklich braucht.

Ich habe hier eine Umfrage zusammengestellt, mit der ich herausfinden will, wie es beim Thema Erschöpfung bei anderen autistischen/ADHS Frauen aussieht, was sie in dieser Hinsicht brauchen und sich wünschen.🧡🌈

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Unter allen Teilnehmerinnen, die bis Sonntag, 28.01., 23:59 Uhr mitgemacht haben, wird eine 45-minütige 1:1 Coaching Session verlost!🌻

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Danke🥰

Autism and Invalidation

I just can’t believe how QUICK people are to invalidate your experience. Which is why it is so important to learn to love and validate yourself.

I was diagnosed with autism earlier last year, because I had done tons of research on the topic and I had gone through the arduous process of finding a place to get the assessment done. During this process, I constantly doubted myself, and I went through loops and loops of feeling like an impostor but also the need to get answers. The assessment process itself was hard on my self-confidence as well, since I felt weird and out-of-place as an afab person assessed by the white male boy standards of autism research. Nevertheless, I got my diagnosis after weeks of filling out questionnaires and feeling uncomfortable in interviews. Having a formal diagnosis relieved me to some extent, but it has not yet cured me from self-doubt and the feeling of shame that washes over me at the thought of feigning it just to get attention, to belong somewhere, to have answers. Since I got the diagnosis, I have made huge changes in my life, which has been wonderful and terrifying at once, and I’ve had more meltdowns than I can count. And I should be proud. I have managed to overcome hurdles like my life-long comfort zone, I am trying to set boundaries and I want to find out what really makes me happy, what I was made for.

And it is exactly this achievement that makes other people doubt the validity of my experience as an autistic person.

My current therapist, who has no specific expertise in autism (especially not in afab queer autistic beans), told me last week that she thinks I was misdiagnosed. Why? Because I am able to handle change so well, because I am a very reflected person who knows exactly what their problems are and how I am harming myself, because I am able to think critically about my parents and the way they raised and treated me. An autistic person, it seems, would not be able to so that.

Bullshit.

You know how I am able to do all these things that she apparently thinks are reserved for neurotypical people? I have been teaching myself, in an ongoing and nerve-wrecking process, how to handle change. I have been working on loving myself and respecting myself enough to want to make changes that benefit me and my well-being. Setting boundaries is a hard and heart-breaking process for me. It doesn’t come naturally to me and I often feel lonely or guilty. For as long as I can remember, my mind has been going round and round reflecting on my actions, other people’s reactions, normal behavior and so on. Reflecting for me is not a skill that proves how “normal” I am, it is a survival strategy. And it is about time I put it to good use instead of fueling my anxiety and my self-criticism with it.

Just because you are developing skills that help you learn to love and validate yourself does not mean your experience as an autistic person is not valid. Formally diagnose or not. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

John, there's something I should say, I've meant to say always and I never have. Since it's unlikely we'll ever meet again, I might as well say it now

Sherlock S3 | Loki S2

Omg, thanks @mosss-y ! That is so cute!!!

Crowley *suspiciously*: Why do you wear reading glasses, angel? You're an occult -- sorry, "ethereal" being, you don't need them.

Aziraphale *giving him a stern look over the rim of his glasses*: I don't?

Crowley *blushing*: Nevermind ...

Aziraphale *smug*: That's what I thought.

Omg it's #OurGoodLoki

“Season 2 episode 6 ruined me.”

“Oh yeah which show?”

“The gay one.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“With the middle aged men.”

“I’m gonna need you to help me out here.”

“One is the classic good guy and has white hair, the other is the dark brooding one with a secret soft side.”

“This isn’t narrowing it down.”

“There’s a lapel grab.”

“You’re fucking kidding me with this right?”

Dear Disney,

about this:

The fit check and hair slick thing are romantic tropes in film:

See?

Now, you are film makers. I take it you have all the experience and the know-how there is when it comes to TV and film. So, when you use these tropes, I have to assume that you want to tell us one of two things: Either you want to show us that there is a romatic story to be expected between two characters or you want us to believe that there is one when in fact there isn't. In this case (this case being Loki), that could be considered queerbaiting.

My blonde camp babies being confronted with heterosexuality:

our flag means death and good omens are competing for the world record of most breakups between the gay main characters in two seasons

When Izzy first walked out I was worried that he would be made into a joke that the crew would laugh at

but then he started singing and the dancing began and I realized that he wasn’t meant to be a joke at all. This is the most open and happy we’ve ever seen Izzy and the show treated it that way. Not mocking him but instead celebrating this moment.

When we talk about queer representation it’s usually just focused on queer relationships, but what I love about this episode is it shows other sides of being queer. That moment where Izzy saw Wee John doing his makeup and had a realization that he wanted that too? That is what being queer means to me. The crew singing along and cheering for him? That is what being apart of the queer community means to me.

What i love about this show is that it shows queer joy, not in a sanitized way, but in away that is messy, beautiful, and without any mockery or shame.

Did Aziraphale just check out Crowley's arse when he bent over?

Why, yes. Yes, he did.

What people thought Sherlock meant when he said he wanted to be a pirate:

What Sherlock actually meant:

In the spirit of encouraging people to comment on fanfics while also making it easier to do so, I feel obliged to share a browser extension for ao3 that has quite literally revolutionized the comment game for me.

I present to you: the floating ao3 comment box!

From what I've seen, a big problem for many people is that once you reach the comments at the bottom of a fic, your memory of it miraculously disappears. Anything you wanted to say is stuck ten paragraphs ago, and you barely remember what you thought while reading. This fixes that!

I'll give a little explanation on the features and how it works, but if you want to skip all that, here's the link.

The extension is visible as a small blue box in the upper left corner.

(Side note: The green colouring is not from the extension, that's me.)

If you click on it, you open a comment box window at the bottom of your screen but not at the bottom of the fic. I opened my own fic for demonstrative purposes.

The website also gives explanations on how exactly it functions, but I'll summarize regardless.

insert selection -> if you highlight a sentence in the fic it will be added in italics to the comment box

add to comment box -> once you're done writing your comment, you click this button and the entire thing will automatically copied to the ao3 comment box

delete -> self explanatory

on mulitchapter fics, you will be given the option to either add the comment to just the current chapter or the entire fic

The best part? You can simply close the window the same way you opened it and your progress will automatically be saved. So you can open it, comment on a paragraph, and then close it and keep reading without having the box in your face.

Comments are what keep writers going, and as both a writer and a reader, I think it's such an easy way of showing support and enthusiasm.

Update on my new Doctor Who obsession:

My wife and I watched the last episode of S13 yesterday and we bawled our eyes out, naturally. Afterwards, when I asked my wife how she was feeling, she said that she "kinda feels angry at men for occupying screentime and -space when it could be occupied by Jodie Whittaker instead." Like, in general. I couldn't agree more.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Mr. Glozier, Mr. Harmony, Ms Kleinschmidt Additional Tags: Post-Scene: Church in London 1941 (Good Omens), Post-Scene: Fell the Marvellous 1941 (Good Omens), 1941, Aziraphale's Bookshop (Good Omens), Nervous Crowley (Good Omens), Nervous Aziraphale (Good Omens), BAMF Aziraphale (Good Omens), Wine in small amounts, Smut, Blow Jobs, First Time, First Time Blow Jobs, Zombies, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Unresolved Romantic Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension Summary:

When Crowley and Aziraphale return to the bookshop after Aziraphale's magic show in the West End, both of them realise that this night is too important to drown their nerves in alcohol. Aziraphale decides to be bold and they get incredibly close to crossing the invisible line, but the universe, or rather, three angry, unpleasant acquaintances decide to interrupt their little dance ...

So. This is my first post on here ever. I am a class A lurker. This may have already been covered but through all the gomens posts I've consumed I haven't seen anything about the red shoes on the coffee shop door. They could just be there as a symbol of The Red Shoe Movement, which is about women's empowerment.

However, there's also The Red Shoes (1845), a fairy tale from Hans Christian Anderson, as well as a 1948 film by the same name. In the fairy tale, a girl is controlled by a pair of red dancing shoes (and only really gets control of her self back when she cuts off her feet...ok maybe don't read this one to the kids). Center to the film is a ballet sequence telling the story of the red shoes, given to the main dancer by a demon-like shoemaker who then controls the dancer until the hero finally gets the shoes off her.

They appear in shots (s2e1) of both women as well as, very very briefly, Crowley. The first is Maggie entering the coffee shop, then we see them with both women during the lock-in scenes. Crowley walks quickly pasts them when he enters the shop to meet Aziraphale. (ETA they are also visible when A&C leave the coffee shop) We don't really see them again until Nina opens the coffee shop when the Metatron is standing in line.

Is this a *Clue* pointing to Maggie and/or Nina being controlled by the Metatrash? Or that the overall narrative is tampered with and being controlled?

I haven't really found anything linking them to anything else in GO, but it still seems a bit on the nose that they are hanging on the coffeeshop door.