Fire/Grass Frog

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I’m listening to Epic rn and I’m at Odysseus and I’m going FERAL because his name is sung with the danger thing, you know what I’m talking about, and when the suitors dared to use Polites philosophy (how fucking dare they) he refused to listen, and when the suitors are saying how they can beat him he just has to come out and say “are you stupid I built this damn palace” because how could they forget, and he aims for the torches like Scylla,and my favourite part is that when the suitors are saying “brothers we’ve got company, and he’s made a grave mistake, left the weapons room unlocked, and now they’re ours to take” its sung the same way Hermes sings about Circe in Wouldn’t You Like because Ody is a monster too

Gods mood dude

My girlfriend and i before i remember we’re at a homophobic school ;-;

Because I’m a sucker for Jayce looking at Viktor with a bit too much love in his eyes, and am fully convinced that they have moments when they almost end up kissing …

This is now the latest adopted headcanon aaksndjcjdjgnf

I adore the "Merlin doesn't realize Arthur's courting him because he doesn't understand nobles" fics however I would love to see a reverse on this.

Arthur is so used to courtship being about expensive gifts and grand gestures amongst the nobles that he has no idea Merlin's been courting him in the more simple way people do in Ealdor. Things like cooking for your intended, handmade gifts, helping them with tasks around the village, and using a split coin as a proposal instead of a ring. By the time Arthur realises anything Merlin already considers them married

You broke me in the best way possible. You broke me in the delicious way a voice breaks to hit different note, in the way you break in a new favorite coat, in the way a bone needs to be rebroken and reset if it doesn’t heal properly.

You broke the person I was, the person I had somehow turned into along the way, and you pulled the best parts of who I used to be to the surface. In my heart you paved the way for who I am now. You stitched together the best parts of who I was then and who I used to be so long ago.

In loving you I started to love myself, to love who I turned into around you, to love the person you made me want to be.

Slowly, you led me to enjoy the world again and I’m forever grateful

And you wanna know something?

You didn’t even know you did it,

But I’m so glad you did

Happy birthday to my girlfriend

To you: my heart, my light, and my hope (and my gayness <3)

I wish this is how it went akaksjdjfhdjsodkoqoapasjsoakaisjidjwksks

Adapted from this text post by @the-delta-42

Hope for the future

Fear for the past

Withered like my memories

That I’m scared won’t last

Lesson’s already learned

Yet left those questions still not asked

Maybe then I’ll see

The dye not yet cast

History slips through my fingers

Like sand in a noose

Endless thoughts trapped in my pen

Nothing but everything to lose

Mind set ablaze

While my heart is drowning

Nothing left to save

But my will is howling

Thoughts surrounded by suffering and pain

By happiness and laughter

By thunder and rain

Comfort until frightened by this storm again

Horrid daytime and soothing waves

Thrashing water still taking me under

The burn of that sun still aches

Stolen breaths and a wonder

Does love always have to take?

Take my hurt and my heart

Build me up just to tear me apart

Give until I’m gone

A shade they’ll never find

Until a shine of moonlight came to my mind

A ray of hope

Not bright, not burning

Not a noose, just a rope

And my heart’s relearned yearning

Moonlight in a forest

A campfire in spring

Fascinations like a florist

Of softer love i hear a ring

Time healing and mending

What they scraped and clawed

A love unrelenting

In letting me be ok with the flawed

A song and a book

A dance and a phrase

My chiadrah, my Villain

Your love in my gaze

No longer lost and all broken

All jagged edges too brittle

Now, through you, tempered and so open

Now soaring is the hope that was once so little

My heart is yours

My violence, my violet

My shadows and love all yours

And my best to describe it

WHY IS THIS ME

The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.

I should start doing this my girlfriend would love her mind so slowly itd be so cute

how it be sometimes

If only i could actually smell ;-;

“you smell good” is a top tier compliment