Ok, Reading Tlbotw And Yk Whats Rlly Sus? Magnus Feeling Fine. Like Not Just Saying He Is, But Actually

I think this is something really, really important. It can be hard to feel like you're "not disabled anough". Being "high-functioning", not ticking all the boxes, not being the textbook definition, not being "neurodivergent anough".

As a "high-functioning" autistic, I constantly feel like I'm not autistic anough. Like I act too "normal". But then I feel so guilty, because I should feel so lucky and grateful that I don't struggle as much as others. I feel so selfish for wanting people to recognise that I struggle too.

Just know you are valid. It doesn't matter if your diagnosis is official or not. It doesnt matter if you're labeled as "high-functioning" or "low-functioning". It doesn't matter, because you are valid.

(not just talking about autism btw. This goes for all neurodivergents <3333)

fuck it. shout out to "high functioning" neurodivergents

the ones who can mask easily, the ones who can get social cues, the ones who have managed to go most of their life not even knowing they were ND because they didn't present as the stereotypical ND person.

the ones who can pay attention in class, understand social etiquette, who understand societial expectations

the ones who don't feel neurodivergent enough bc they don't struggle in the same ways/areas a lot of NDs do, or they can't relate to other NDs' experiences because they always understood these things easily

the ones with high empathy, the ones who DO get the joke, the ones who are constantly told that they can't possibly be neurodivergent because they don't act like what you'd expect a neurodivergent person to act like.

you are neurodivergent enough. you are valid, and so are your experiences. not struggling as much as others do in some places doesn't mean you dont struggle at all. your condition and diagnosis is valid. your symptoms are valid. YOU ARE VALID. not checking all the supposed boxes doesn't mean you aren't neurodivergent. you are enough. you are valid. you are loved. you are valued. you matter. you belong in neurodivergent spaces, you deserve to use whatever resources are available to you, you are allowed to take up space in these communities. and i am so, so proud of you.

feel free to, and actually, i encourage you to reblog this with your experiences. we belong in this community as much as anyone else. please also tag this w/ any neurodivergent conditions i may have forgotten 💙

since this is getting lots of notes I'd like to add, even if you're undiagnosed or maybe self diagnosed, for whatever reason, (i.e. can't get access to a diagnosis, not being taken seriously, or just not wanting an official diagnosis, etc.) this still applies to you. actually especially to you folks. don't think for a second you're not valid just bc you don't have the paperwork or whatever to say it

It is quite honestly a crime I've never drawn the cleaning lady in full color before

Do you think Kit Herondale has ADHD? and do you think that because Ty is autistic, his POV is very different when he writes?

I guess I'd say that if you as someone with ADHD relates to Kit, that is cool. Like I said, there's not a wrong way to relate to a character. But I didn't write him consciously as someone with ADHD because if I had I would have done what I did writing Ty — months of research and not writing the character without consulting with sensitivity readers who themselves were people with autism. I wouldn't have felt I was doing a character with ADHD justice without doing all those things.

I do think Ty's neurodivergence would impact his narration of a story, yes, so I won't be (and am not currently) going to be writing any parts about Ty (whether he narrates them directly or not) without multiple sensitivity readers consulting before they're edited. That is why you have not seen much from Ty snippet wise from TWP. I would not even want to post a first draft publicly without consultation, given the possibility of hurting or upsetting someone with representation that doesn't feel right.

I'm just gonna leave this here

HELLO??? HELLO????? WE'RE SO BACK WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK GUYS WE'RE MORE BACK THAN EVER

sobbing this is so sad how has it been so long ToT

april 13th, 2024: 146

Like the Saying Goes...- Double Life Ensemble

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Recovery date: December 19th, 2023

Description: The participants are left to ponder double life as they return to their regular lives.

Notes: N/a

Word count: 677

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Tilly death do us part.

Pearl grinned as she tied up another bin chicken in her store. She was convinced Ren was stealing them for eggs, though she didn’t know why. Maybe it was some friendly competition from Gem or Impulse, her neighbors in both business and housing, and she’d find them hanging around her base later

Tilly, he’d made a pun. At the time, she’d been too caught up in panic to catch it but she’d had plenty of time to rethink. Laying in bed at night, restocking, gathering materials, building, Scott’s goodbye wouldn’t leave her head.

Death did them no part.

History does not take kindly to lovers.

Jimmy sits in his explosives shop, hat tilted over his eyes and leaning back in the crates of tnt. It’s much hotter here, and brighter. The terracotta reflects the sun back into his eyes and the heat sticks to the ground, maybe a trip to a more temperate climate was in order.

He’s got a box in his lap, closed and locked. Grian had given him an incredulous look when he’d asked for a clipping of his red string, he’s sentimental like that. It’s tied around a poppy and a spyglass, tucked against the side of the box filled with trinkets and pictures.

They weren’t really lovers, he smiles, but they were close enough for the universe.

It takes two to tango.

Impulse swings his pickaxe down into the stone, breaking out more room for his base. It’s not quiet, he can hear the river outfront and his neighbors arguing. His mind drifted back to being poolside with Bdubs and planning how to break up the other couples.

They’d pulled them apart, planted seeds of doubt, and it would’ve worked if they hadn't underestimated the trust of the other duos. They’d tripped up Scar and gotten cocky, they’d been the ones who tripped over Cleo and Etho.

It takes two to tango, and theirs was the smoothest.

Red at night, sailor’s delight. Red in the morning, sailor’s warning.

Etho is watching the sun rise over the server when Joe makes the comment as everyone enters the tcg arena. Beef wonders if they should move inside incase it rains, Etho finds himself admiring the way the sun sets the world aflame.

He’d done that once, side by side with Joel. The world never stood a chance as they took vengeance for the relation-ship. It was almost ironic how they’d found their end in burning lava. As it starts to rain, he chuckles to himself.

They’d delighted in the red flames burning down the server, but there’d been no rain to save them.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

Cleo’s balance wavers as they build up their city, and they panic. They throw their weight backwards, falling against the wall and feeling the wind rush out of their rotten lungs. There’s a sharp pain as they collide with the stone, and suddenly they’re back on the diving board.

Martyn had caused them so much pain, and in turn they’d taken so much from him. He’d been their greatest weakness, and they’d let him roam free. They’d angered the witch because he left them.

They made the mistake of letting their enemy walk away, when they really should have kept him close.

History repeats itself.

Scar is paving out more of Scarland’s road when his tower Warden lets out a roar, making him jump. It rings out through his head, merging with that endless echo, and he has to take a second to re-compose himself. Grian comes up to him as he sits on the edge of the flower bed in the roundabout and takes a seat.

Jelly wanders across the road, and suddenly they’re back in the panda sanctuary. They’re bound together once more by Scar’s recklessness. Scar is following his every whim and fancy as Grian desperately tries to keep them alive. In the end, they always find their way back to each other.

They will always find each other, and it will always be their undoing.

GEM APPRECIATION POST!

@dronepikachu is doing a geminitay appreciation week this week! I may not do every day, but I have been really enjoying drawing her recently, so here is her hermitcraft s9 look :3

Cry. I will cry. No way. What the heck. I am dying. Bring them back PLEASE

april 17th, 2024: 150

So, like, I just really wanted to write this down and like others have talked about this but like... most of y'all prob know the whole saying of "autism is a superpower" and all that. And that's all well and good, and it aims to encourage people to see autistic traits and behaviors in a positive light, and notice what they can bring to the world.

But do people think about this?

Autistic people aren't superheroes. They're people. Humans. Humans who think and breathe and laugh and cry and feel.

Autistics are not these crazy, weird anomalies to dissect, to study. We are not an attraction to laugh and talk about. We're people.

People who have struggled and been misunderstood and isolated because this world was not built for us, because we do not have the tools necessary at our disposal. Because no matter how hard we try there will always be those people. Those situations. Ones we are not able to handle like others do.

And this isn't just autism! It also goes for other neurodivergent or people with mental health problems - and even problems with physical health! We do not fit in the category of "normal" that has been fabricated by society that puts people in groups and places some higher than the rest, so we become this weird, alien thing to look down on and study.

We are not aliens.

We are people, just like the rest of you.