I don't know how to explain it but..

Mizu and Taigen

Also Mizu and Taigen

His little excited "hi" 🥹😍 why is he so cute??

occasionally i am known to draw

i don't care. i like the idea of topping and dominating dude

balancing quality gaming time together with camwhore time immediately afterward

//I'm glad I'm completely clueless with the drama. I'm here only to be horny and silly.

you guys are gonna hate me when my queue runs out and I go back to bursts of art. the witcherposting will resume but you will also have to put up with hadesposting and ocposting

Max: You know Firefly, that trip was just what we all needed. I’m feeling...refreshed. It’s all thanks to you that we even went.

Gnat: Hey, don’t I get some credit for booking the place? 

Max: Ohh-h! Of course you get credit! It was picturesque, like a place on a postcard. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you babe.

Firefly: Hmmmm....that’s it. You guys are definitely acting weird. 

Max: We are not! Maybe you’re the weird one! Ppppppphhhhppt!

Firefly: [Snorts] I am the most normal one in this family. I can prove it--

Ant: I’m sorry to say this, but that is your family standing around out there, acting like toddlers. No offense. 

???: [Gurgles]

just wanna say that "sleight of hand" is so gorgeously written, it's one of my favorite steddie fics just for how hard it pulls you into the moment, how visceral and vivid it is. One of the hottest things I've ever read without a doubt, but it also reads so true, with the difficulty & the emotions of it all. I respect your craft and I mean that lol

Thank you! This is so awesome to read. It means a lot to me that you called it my craft TBH. People often don't think of fanfic that way, especially when it's porny. And I get it seems weird like... Oh, your blow job writing craft? Are you making art with these come spatters? And these characters you borrowed? But actually. Yes. I am. Or I'm trying to. So thank you for saying that. And I'm so glad you're liking the fic!

the reason the good doctor managed to pull off the copying instantly is bc she has already fantasized about it before

Listening to the Centaurworld soundtrack and thinking about turtles and Goro Akechi...

why play game when vtuber play game for you and be funny

Im a simple guy i see a prettyboy i. i um. 😳 👉🏻👈🏻

rham’ir lost a good amount of weight during endwalker as a direct result of the stress, but would gain it all back during his recovery prior to the events of 6.1. the span of time between the end of 6.0 and the beginning of 6.1 is the era of rham’ir self-care in which he takes a complete sabbatical from his white mage/doctor duties and allows himself to be cared for by other healers. in essence, 70% of the time, he’s napping.

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

once more around the sun!! :3