"Assume you're not actively/consciously making a certain expression" is...hmm.
When I'm in a place of safety, my face shows all my emotions, all the time. If it's just me and the Magical Flying Husband, I'm very emotive. If it's just me and friends, much of what I think or feel will be obvious on my face.
When I'm out in public, I tend to have a pleasant neutral mask (unless it's time to throw down), because that is safe. Small, brown, female, married to an East Asian guy, living in the South...emotions are information, information is vulnerability, vulnerability is a place to stab.
I'm allistic, but I am not neurotypical.
Assume you're not actively/consciously making a certain expression or hiding your emotions.
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I’m so emotional about dinosaur stuffed animals,,, there are these creatures, extinct long before any of us were alive, but we found their bones and their eggs and their footprints. And we made drawings and models of what they could’ve looked like. And we made them into stuffed animals so we could hold them. We made them soft so we could love them. I’m sobbing
I thought I encountered a corpse, once. The new roommate in the house where I rented a room turned out to be very deeply in the throes of alcoholism, got drunk, came home and fell asleep in the kitchen. I came down for breakfast and saw him slumped, purple and motionless, beside the old refrigerator. I didn't even gasp, I froze in horror. Real, blood-running-cold, all the air from my lungs, hair standing up sort of moment. Then I said his name a couple of times, and I leaned close to try to see if he was breathing but I couldn't detect anything. I stumbled back up two flights of stairs to the attic bedroom I shared with my boyfriend, and made him come down to poke the guy, because I was a coward and did not want to touch a corpse.
Guy was totally still alive, just had some sort of circulation problem.
But yeah, I didn't scream or gasp, but gasping is the closest option to the sort of choked silent thing my body did automatically.
we still get immediately shoved out of our immersion in tv shows or films when The Girl find a dead body and immediately shrieks - we just don't find it realistic because we're pretty confident most people would gasp rather than shriek (i.e. sharp inhale rather than sharp exhale) and it also feels unnecessarily (and predictably) misogynistic too, as men encountering corpses almost never do the same on screen
also of course please do tell us if you've actually encountered a corpse unexpectedly, because tumblr is absolutely a place where some people have done this thing and we love a good anecdote
suddenly imagining "burst into song" as a potential response
I’ll never forget the time I was sitting with this guy, nice kid, didn’t know him well, I think we must have had a bottle of wine or some questionable hashish or something, and in response to an awkward silence I just started talking and ended up going on a long meandering rant about how ugly American robins are. I’m talking a full monologue. I had an intro and conclusion. It was pointlessly vehement. I have never been so mean or loquacious about anything in my life.
Consider my horror when this perfectly nice guy wordlessly lifted his shirt to reveal a full-torso prismacolor tattoo of his spiritual soul animal, the American robin.
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if Broadway doesn’t want bootlegs floating around then they need to get their act together and make legal recordings. you can say all you want that theater is meant to be enjoyed live, but the fact of the matter is not everybody can get to NYC to go to a Broadway show. not everybody can afford to take the time off of work and buy a plane ticket to NYC and buy a night in a hotel AND get the ticket to the show. people want to see the shows, that’s why there’s a bootleg market in the first place, but it’s unreasonable to expect that everyone has the time, money, and ability to make it out to the one place in the world to see something on Broadway, especially if it’s a limited engagement. so record that shit, slap some subtitles on it, and sell it so we can buy it legally.
if Broadway doesn’t want bootlegs floating around then they need to get their act together and make legal recordings. you can say all you want that theater is meant to be enjoyed live, but the fact of the matter is not everybody can get to NYC to go to a Broadway show. not everybody can afford to take the time off of work and buy a plane ticket to NYC and buy a night in a hotel AND get the ticket to the show. people want to see the shows, that’s why there’s a bootleg market in the first place, but it’s unreasonable to expect that everyone has the time, money, and ability to make it out to the one place in the world to see something on Broadway, especially if it’s a limited engagement. so record that shit, slap some subtitles on it, and sell it so we can buy it legally.
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