I’d like to love you, if you’d let me…

And if I say Napoleon Dynamite is the best movie ever made about autistic people?

deleting my long post to rephrase it to this: some of yalls reactions to the club thing is immediately shut down something you've never experienced and have a lot of misconceptions about (like i've seen multiple people say they've never been to the club because they don't do fun things like have themes). and i think. you should be more open to new experiences. you don't have to like the club or even really go to the club but shutting down the idea of doing a whole category of activity without ever trying it is just going to shut you off from experiencing new and potentially enjoyable things.

and this also happens like. pretty much every time a "you should do this thing that i think is fun" post starts making the rounds it becomes about how it's soooooo unreasonable to expect the mostly adult userbase of this website to try new things and be open to new experiences just because people on here have social anxiety or sensory issues or xyz other thing that makes it harder to do some things.

but they also have this extremely strong aversion to experiencing anything unpleasant at all. like i've seen people on that post talk about how they can't watch tv where characters die because it's upsetting. but the thing is if you never experience things that are unpleasant you are going to be that same person forever.

like it fucking sucks to hear for me to this day but the only way you can get over your social anxiety is by doing things that cause that anxiety. and you should never be forced to do them. you should choose to. but you have to do them or the anxiety will literally just get worse forever. do it scared. do it alone. do it while crying, even. but do it. i used to burst into tears at the idea of going up to a cashier to pay for my stuff. and i don't anymore because i did it scared and alone and while feeling like i was going to pass out.

this isn't really about the club. it's about the way people on here react to literally any post that says something along the lines of "you should do stuff"

bakugou would be uncharacteristically quiet when you get sad. not out of spite or discomfort—he just thinks that maybe the space normally taken up by his brashness could be better saved for something else—something softer. when he sees you curled into yourself on top of the comforter, he doesn’t say anything—doesn’t poke fun at you, doesn’t berate you for not getting into bed the right way—he just pulls another blanket from the foot of the bed to cover you with. he molds himself to you, not pulling or pushing you any which way, but sliding into place behind you like he was born to fit there. he drapes an arm over your waist—lightly, in case it’s too much—and rewards you with a gentle kiss to the back of your shoulder when your fingers intertwine with his. he breathes deeply, slow and rhythmic, hoping you’ll start to mirror him, and he thinks that maybe he needs it more than you do. thinks it’s a way to feel connected to you right now. he doesn’t say anything—not that it’ll be okay, not that he loves you—he hopes that you know that both are true and that you’ll be able to see it a little better when the sun comes up tomorrow.

Proud family of Will Byers.

STRANGER THINGS 2 Chapter Two: Trick or Treat Freak

the way garak looks at bashir as he puts all the clues together at the end of cardassians. the sheer 'look at that little twink go (affectionate, sexual overtones)' energy he manages to convey in the background there as bashir passionately does the presentation of their group project that garak did 80% of the actual work on. immaculate

"The Exocannis Ressurection"

i hate how commodity and capitalism has ruined so much storytelling . i hate how sequels and prequels and whatever else all ring like merch sales; i hate that i as an author have to include any social media following i have as a marketable trait; i hate that everything feels like a xerox of a copy of a dream of a memory.

i hate that my nostalgia has been turned into profit. i hate that companies fear consumer backlash so no real commentary may be made; i hate that companies care more about quantity over quality. i hate that so many artists and creators are being overworked to the point of complete collapse rather than being allowed to tell the story their way. i hate that every point of representation has to be fought for. i hate it i want us all to go back to living in a cave .

when you sit with friends over a bonfire and the night is getting long and people start telling this slow, almost hypnotic story - in this quiet voice, like they don't expect you to listen while they say the most fucked up shit you've ever heard - that is storytelling. who cares if the punchline is car hand hook door. storytelling has always been about community, about us all sitting in the dark, choosing to fill the silence while the last embers are dying. we forgot that storytelling is spellwork. hallucinating together, our breaths held, waiting for the ending we already knew was coming.

I’m gonna be right there beside milevens cheering if there is leaks about casting for a young male teen, presumed by fans to be Will’s love interest, but for different reasons 😅

Some highlights from a tense but still very Winterkov-y scene (Patreon)

Sketchy sequel to this little thing I drew on an 8 hour plane trip without references because no wifi :(

Shockwave's logic tree of 'only breakdown's brave/stupid enough to call him breastie' and 'breakdown saying "hey breastie" is in reference to him' meets Breakdown's rarely seen mischievous side like a downball piffed against a wall-

this will be my only contribution to the limbus company fandom

Aerois did not have enough Spellclash and Sky jousting, so I need Altheya to make up for that with lots of knights and tournaments. Therefore I present to you Altheya knight AU!

To start. I did not watch any part of this years Eurovision. I did not vote. I have not given any engagement to official Eurovision content in months.

Eurovision has meant so much to me the past few years. Given me so much joy and frustration. Its something I introduced to my friends and we grew closer because of it.

My last thoughts after this week are that I'm so broken. There were a lot of good entries. This should have been an incredible year of Eurovision.

But there was so much bullshit. The entire decreditation of the ebu as an organization. A winner I don't even care about because I stopped paying attention before their song came out. A winner that will ensure the contest keeps going despite the fact that after thisbyear it really shouldn't.

And like I want to be able to enjoy eurovision. But after this year, I don't even know if I can enjoy the national finals knowing that it means people still competing after one of the most censored and insulting contests in eurovision history

As the Dutch say: Fuck the EBU

Part of me looks at resist Durge and thinks "healing and happiness".

The other part of me looks at them and thinks "massive, bloody relapse". Maybe join a new horrible cult to fill the void left by Father.

I mean it's probably more of a journey wobbling between the two over the years and hopefully settling into "healing and happiness", but still.