question for my fellow autistics/ppl with sensory issues
what are your opinions on (the texture of) meat?
sensory nightmare
it’s okay, but only if it’s cooked really well
some meats are okay, others are sensory nightmare (specify in reblogs?)
it varies (sometimes good/okay, sometimes not)
best i can do is chicken tenders
i don’t have any issues with eating meat
other (reblog?)
i don’t have sensory issues/see results
See Resultsthis is inspired by a conversation i had with other neurodivergent people, and now i’m curious


A secret rendezvous in the castle halls! 8)
Okay i have to talk about this because it drives me fucjing INSANE every time i see it.
First off the tenderness??? Of the kings expression????? Coupled with the knights expression, eyes closed, lips parted, but with the king’s thumb on his chin thats plausible deniability right there baby. In the shadow of a doorway, too, off course theyd be that close if the knight were pulling the curtains aside for his king, nothing to see here. The hand on the kings wrist– is he trying to pull the king closer? Push him away? Hold him right there in that transient moment, that liminal space, the only place they are allowed this tender intimacy??????
I love writing. Would love to do it again someday
You think the world would love you better without your holy edges, without your bleeding wounds and unsightly want. You think the world would love you better but it’s just the world.
The grass is soft and holds the ants and parasites and wolves. The wind is gentle and topples mountains the same as it steals breathe. The ocean remembers you, the sea consumes. You are not so tall and not so new.
You think the world would love you better but the world has eaten as much as it’s given. the world’s great beauty is a mirror and an indifference to all your burning parts. the Sun is graceful. the Sun is deadly.
We inherit tragedy from hunger but the world would love you better no more, no less, than it will bare you. And it will, and it will.
“the world has eaten as much as it’s given.”
it doesn’t matter. you’ll NEVER have a murder of crows circling ominously over you while you wear a slutty black outfit. idiot.
we have a guy like this in glasgow, Scotland, he’s called crow guy and the murder of crows follows him everywhere, here he is sitting down, I don’t know if the dog is his I think they just like sitting there with him
everyone wants what he has
roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid:
having adhd is like “fuck, it’s half past noon. that pretty much means it’s one o'clock. that means it’s lunchtime. that means it’s pretty much three. that means it’s almost five o'clock, and that means the day is pretty much over and i don’t have time for any of the things i was going to do today :( time to scroll aimlessly through social media until bedtime”
what’s in the pot
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
I will not stop the propagation of the magic potato
my wife: you’re the only person who uses the computer correctly
me: what do you mean
my desktop: