hanging out with other autistic people exists on a scale from “instantly drift compatible” to “lithium and water”
at the aut4aut hangout: i’ve known this person for five minutes and yet somehow it’s like we each understand each others’ entire lives. we have a perfect synthesis of interests and are bothered by all the same things
also at the aut4aut hangout: i’ve known this person for five minutes and yet i know with absolute certainty that there could be no person in the world i would get along with less. the way they stim makes me want to die and the feeling is mutual. we have absolutely zero opinions in common and both of us seem baffled as to how the other could even exist.
Someone: hey can you give me some relationship advice?
Me who’s aroace: Communicate.
Someone: I tried but it didn’t-
Me: break up.
I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.
have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.
Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.
Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.
Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.
It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.
spells that should be available at the discount spell shop:
water walking: the nearest bucket grows legs
summon skeleton: it’s inanimate. just some bones
shock: the spellbook is just full of dirty jokes
detect life: detects bacteria
shadow shape: your shadow takes on an interesting new shape
divine intervention: the nearest bush catches fire
mark: summons a guy called mark
recall: remember something random, small, and meaningless you have forgotten
almsivi intervention: costs an ABSURD amount of magic to cast and seemingly does nothing. In reality it is teleporting all three members of the tribunal to a random Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. The temple is in the process of trying to hunt down every copy of this spell.
night eye: makes everything look poorly edited, as in a cheap movie, to look like it is night time regardless of the time of day
Adhd will have you too burnt out to eat or shower but give you the hubris to decide you can homebrew an entire d&d system on the back of a receipt
people with siblings have you ever in your life called ur sibling bro or sis bc i have not and i just imagined myself doing it and gagged. it would feel so weird
some dipshit uploaded my book to an AI site, so suffice to say, I will fucking kill them
emailed my agent cuz our contract states she has to protect me from shit like this, so we’ll see what she says
but I will still kill these ppl
LMFAO THE SITE IS BEING TAKEN DOWN
hey so, just so there’s no ambiguity about what just happened– this was about Prosecraft, a website that would help you compare your writing to your favorite author by analyzing the “vividness” of the words used, passive voice vs active voice and the number of adverbs used in a given section.
unfortunately, the service is dogshit for various reasons but that’s not the issue here.
the issue is that the website had trained an AI on 25,000 books, one of which included mine. and i definitely did not give anyone permission to use my work to train an AI. it’s literally stated in my contract.
and if i didn’t give permission–i can imagine quite a number of authors didn’t give permission either. (oops, i don’t have to imagine–because hundreds of authors came forward and said they didn’t give permission either!)
so i emailed my agent about this. my agent directed me to my publisher which has a legal department that looks into piracy on this scale. all of those authors did the same, emailing their legal team, getting The Authors Guild involved.
EVERY AUTHOR pretty much roasting this guy named Benji Smith on Twitter for claiming to “support authors” yet clearly using pirated work to train an AI.
of course, he decided to take the website down. authors are now talking about getting AI protection clauses in their contracts going forward. i already have one with my agent, but I imagine I will have to get it instated into every publishing contract moving forward.
source: it happened to me lol (but if you don’t believe me, here’s a link)
some of you guys have GOT to remember about fun
like it’s ok… just be a little silly… be annoying… be embarrassing… you are alive
pros of being a human is that i get to play viddy games. cons is everything else
0rdi:
Ough. Those first 400 bites of dirt were not so good. Maybe the next one will be better.
*violently sobbing* I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER
We need like “unclench your jaw” posts but for eye strain. Like
Go look at something 20ft away for 20 seconds.
take off your glasses if you wear them for 20 seconds
Recommended by my optometrist
Look at something 20 feet away, then 10, then 5, then one, then if you can your nose.
Repeat twice, then again without glasses.
Face forward look out of the corner of your eye. As far as you can look. Slowly move to the other corner. Repeat twice.
Look down as far as you can. Slowly look up. Repeat twice.
Roll eyes twice.
Close eyes for five minutes.
I do this every day usually at my halfway point. My migraines went away. My vision go better. Honestly stretching my eyes as she put it feels great too.
I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godchild is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.
part of my masculine charm is that i’m completely insane
‘thats probably fine’ is my favourite thing to say after seeing something that is incredibly obviously not fine. it is very played out and i will never ever stop doing it