This Is So Fucking Real - Tumblr Posts
mutual 1: I want to turn that man's prostate into silly putty
mutual 2: here's smth i doodled during science class lol
mutual 3: pls remember that you personally can drink milk and still be a lactose intolerance ally!! anyone who tells you otherwise doesn't know their history :]
mutual 4: fucking a robot girl in the ass call that backend programming
mutual 5: holy shit I need him so fucking bad holy shit holyyy shit oh my god
mutual 6: anyone get kind of horny putting the ignition key in the car....it's so intimate....turning him on....
mutual 7: so lets talk about where scrimblo's arc is realistically going- I know a lot of people are trying to argue that he's being manipulated but this ignores the fact that there is clearly unresolved conflict between him and bleebus about their moralities
mutual 8: happy propeller penis thursday
mutual 9: "scrimblo and bleebus need to discuss their morality" god forbid a pathetic boywife does some torture 🙄🙄
mutual 10: WHO IS HYPED FOR THE NEW ALBUM LETS FUCKING GO
mutual 11: guys we're not getting a new album
mutual 12: please stop sending me death threats
mutual 13: why is my whole dash talking about this band I don't even listen to.....
mutual 14: hey boy nice knife wound can i put my tongue in it
mutual 15: i'm going to fall into lake michigan
*shakes violently as I think about empires SMP s1* guys I'm so fucking normal
i'm creating an internal database of things that people with TikTok Autism (a condition which is, at this point, entirely separate from Autism Autism) say that immediately indicates to me that they have Tiktok Autism and not Autism Autism. here are a few:
"WAIT [completely benign and normative behavior] IS AN AUTISM THING????"
"WAIT [completely benign and normative behavior] IS A STIM???"
"signs that i was an autistic kid that everyone overlooked: [list of completely benign and normative behaviors]"
"autism is a spectrum, there's no such thing as 'more autistic' or 'less autistic'!!" juxtaposed with "i'm so autistic lmao/i'm too autistic for this"
"autism is my special interest"
"as a late diagnosed/late discovered neurodivergent high masking audhd-er--"
"neurospicy"
*randomly, unprompted, soft-diagnosing random people on social media with autism in their comments section*
bonus points if they never acknowledge the existence of high support needs autistic people
My good people, I give you: Amatonormativity.
I’m finally up to date with the wind breaker manga so it’s time to throw myself into fan content
Some of you need to learn that there are bigger issues then indis with complex identities that you don't understand.
"But they say they're achillean and use she/her pronouns !!" Good for her, there's bigger issues. "But they're a lesboy !!" That's cool, there are bigger issues. "But they use mew/mewself pronouns irl with no 'normal' pronouns !!" So glad mew found pronouns that suit mew, there's worse things in the world. "They identify as the literal concept of time !!" That's so swagful, indis are dying. "They identify as transmasc and transfem !!" They're probably intersex, plus, there's bigger issues. "But- !" It. Doesn't. Matter. There are individs who are suffering and you'd rather argue about the validity of a stranger's identity and gatekeep labels. Focus your energy on things that actually matter instead of the validity of complex identities.
trying to sleep but the demons (characters in my brain) keep haunting me (developing without my consent)
because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
Remember that post about Pokémon's villains together being a bunch of random dudes in a suit and Ghecis being, well, Ghecis?
I took the liberty to update it, it's just getting funnier
