Being a neurodivergent person living with or just being around neurotypicals means you need to compromise a lot.
The compromises being you finding ways to cope with your shit without being a burden to the neurotypicals.
Becouse God forbids they show basic human compassion.
So anyway people are being loud again and now I'm a bitch
Roses are read, violets are purple. Hope y’all now know the colours, you frikking shurple
My frikking head
Tony, lying in bed about to go to sleep: shall I turn off the light?
Stephen: FRIDAY just a second please
Tony: *lying down and closing his eyes*
Stephen: *counting down to 00:00* 5…4…3..2..1
Stephen, as the light goes dark: you missed our anniversary. Goodnight.
Tony: *sitting up at once*
Don’t cry because its over
O worm
Sam: I wish more foods were named in the same vein as “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter”. Steve: You’ve Got To Be Pulling My Leg, THIS Is Ranch?! Clint: Shut The Fuck Up, Are You Telling Me This Shit Is Ketchup? Nat: I Firmly Believe This Is Not Mustard And I Am Horribly Wrong. Thor: I Refused To Believe That This Condiment Was Barbecue Sauce, And I Have Been Summarily Flayed For My Apostasy. Bruce: I Assigned Negligible Probability To This Being Chili Sauce And Have Since Updated. Tony: In Which Your Humble Narrator Assumed That The Substance Within This Container Was Not Worcestershire Sauce Only To Be Rudely Awakened From This Delusion By Mysterious Circumstances. Rhodey: So I Figured This Was Jam But Boy Howdy Was I Jumping To Some Erroneous Goddamn Conclusions. Bucky: This Not Soup. Peter: Breadn’t.
It started so cool and now my day is ruined
did you know red snapper can live for over 100 years…. whatre they DOING down there
Cursive