This information is a huge relief. I suppose only knowing one ghost to talk to would skew perspectives a bit.
Hm. It has been kind of slow around here lately. Quick, someone say something bizarre and controversial to incite drama!
always welcome to interact
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OOC: it isn't really in my nature to make these posts but
*Chuckles in blast burn*
umn.. sorry but um... I couldn't help but notice that you do not immediately threaten my Scizor..... im gonna just π¬ swords dance π¬ if that's ok
not if I win first!
This is great. Iβm going to Win at Boop, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.
Please reblog this if your blog is crossover friendly
aka you are happy to write with muses who aren't in your same fandom (fandomless muses of similar genre for instance)
+ specify in tags what kind of crossovers you're open to
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.
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Antique stores in strip malls are like, "Welcome in! We have the most breakable and expensive items the world has ever known and aisles you couldn't squeeze a greased toddler through and if you even THINK about perusing our figurines you WILL smash $10,000 worth of uranium glass with your big fat succulent buttcheeks," and every time I'm like, "I love to play laser spy maze. You're on."
Looks delicious
Can has please
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go my isopods!!