nagittokomaeda:

i dont actually have a personality ive just sucked up the personalities of all my favorite characters from when i was about 6 up until now 

margonaught:

Thinkin’ about Eragon again since Victoria is reading it and

god part of my literature curriculum this year was to dissect it critically?

And I ended up screaming at it a lot and laughing mockingly and being filled with this weird mix of hate and pity.

(As well as learning plenty about clear, easily understandable writing, solid world building and characterization, and basically how NOT to write a book)

but seriously the way this dumb thing makes me feel

 half of me is like ‘oh honey it’s a good thing you have a pretty cover’
 and wants to point out all of its flaws and list all of the ways to make it stronger and better and worth all of the praise it gets but it’s too late the series is already published and Paolini is so clueless and insufferable and oh god I’m starting to sound like a particularly ineffectual Vriska

the other half wants to laugh and laugh and write and publish something leagues better and laugh at it some more and

and is it possible to declare a book series your kismesis

Not the author but the books themselves

because

there’s this seething ball of contempt and the desire to outdo them in my chest that I thought had disappeared but has returned and just

god do I hate these books

#u can tell i mean it im breakin out the homestuck speaks #Margo’s intense asexually caliginous emotions towards That One Book Series t#agging it that because the actual tag is full of eragon love and i don’t want to rain on their parade #seriously someone got brisingr tattooed on their arm?? #o…kay…?? enjoy ur.tat..??? #also mentioning the asexiness regarding this because I do NOT WAANT to hate kiss or hatecanoodle these terrible things but everything else a #*applies yes #im romantically black towards these if that makes any sense #margo why are you still talking

I get where you’re coming from about asexually caliginous feelings; I have had two platonic kismeses, or at least… platonic blackcrushes, since I’m not clear on whether either of them reciprocated my hate. (Although one of them is my sister, which just makes things weird. I know trolls don’t care about incest, and it’s a desexualized version of the quadrant anyway, but it’s still weird.) I definitely don’t want to hatesnog either of them, but I utterly and vehemently despise them. And they fill me with the desire to one-up, outdo, and outmaneuver them, marking it as a proper rivalry-hate. (Compared to this other guy who I do hate a lot, but he’s not good enough to make me feel jealous or threatened as an artist so I don’t give a shit about one-upping him.)

Trantorian: Wondering if any Demis/Aces have this issue

asexualeducation:

thebaptizedagnostic:

demigray:

katzenjamm:

Of being oblivious to people hitting on you. It doesn’t happen terribly often, but sometimes I’ll find myself in a public place and will be approached by a man who I think is just making simple conversation. So many times in my life I have been in that terrible situation of realizing that the person you’re talking to and being friendly with is actually flirting and I don’t want that at all. It’s very distressing because I don’t want to mention to complete strangers that I’m a demisexual. They might not even know what it is.

If I find myself in situations like this, though, I casually mention my boyfriend in conversation. 

For some reason I feel rude when I do this and I’m not sure why. I mean, its not like they explicitly told me they were flirting or interested in me. 

Story of my life. In high school, we did this thing called senior streak where we streaked the football field in our underwear. I wore a bathing suit top and shorts and for some reason, someone gave me white feathery angel wings. A chill dude I didn’t know well told me I looked like a Victoria’s Secret model. I thought, oh, well that’s nice. Hum de dum.

Three years later, I understood.

Nowadays, I’m a little more hypersensitive to people hitting on me because the quicker I recognize it, the quicker I can extricate myself from the situation. Sometimes, I do feel bad though… I imagine a lot of guys just want to chat but I automatically assume they’re hitting on me and get a little freaked out, but then I’m a little shy and introverted to begin with.

100% me man. I hate how to other people like my friends I’m seen as a bit “slow” or stupid because of this. Sometimes it’s the reverse too, and I’ll flirt with someone thinking it’s a completely innocent thing to say/do and then realize that I’m mimicking another kind of human behavior and shit gets awkward real fast.

Oh yes absolutely happens to me all the time. It took me several months to realise the person (I’m currently seeing now) was actually dropping hints and flirting with me.

I notice actual innuendo, but I’m pretty inept at telling when I’m being hit on. I treat it as a friendly conversation unless they give me a reason to think otherwise. I have probably been flirted with a fair bit without ever noticing.

Empathy Test

vanyumm:

0 - 32 = low (most people with Asperger Syndrome or high-functioning autism score about 20)
33 - 52 = average (most women score about 47 and most men score about 42)
53 - 63 is above average
64 - 80 is very high
80 is maximum 

If you want to show your followers your result put it in the TAGS

wecansexy:

do you ever just

stare into space and be like

oh my god i have no idea what my actual personality is

CameoAppearance and the Blog of Many Things: Karkat: Have a good day.

jumpingjacktrash:

brainbent:

Karkat: Have a good day.

Don’t you fucking wish.

Your roommate is still huddled silently in his filth, like the world’s saddest white mouse. It’s so awkward just being in your room now, because if you know anything about yourself it’s that any…

Shit, I just noticed the author’s note.

By the way, I just found Brainbent and shotgunned the whole thing in like two days and cried a lot. And realized that if what Karkat has is panic attacks, then what I have is panic attacks too, and cried a little more, and had to write something. So thank you.

I wonder if that means that what I had as a kid was panic attacks, because I used to do the exact same FLAILY BALL OF INCOHERENT RAGE thing as Karkat, and I wonder if what was going on was that I got both scared and really really angry at the same time and had a flaily angry panic attack. It seems entirely plausible; most of the things that made me angry were also pretty scary.

It doesn’t happen to me anymore, but it’s cast a long, long shadow over my life. And it would fit with how anxiety problems resurfaced in another form for me some ten years later.

I just ate four mandarin oranges and it is not so much relieving my hunger-induced mental fragility as making me flip from despondent to wired and anxious as hell.

odonatopteres:

The second story is a true one, I read it a long while ago on someone’s blog, I don’t remember the address of it. Some things that appear evident to you are not for others!

My childhood tastes didn’t really reflect my present identity and tastes much at all, except for one thing: I always deliberately went for weird things that no one else was interested in. Partly because I thought they needed the love, and partly because avoiding the popular toys and going for some weird thing no one else wanted was a helpful tactic in crowded elementary schools and equally crowded after-school daycare when you have few or no friends.

As for gender roles, I would basically be the man if called upon to be, because sometimes you needed one and none of the other little girls wanted to do it. That’s about it, really. (I also once reassigned a girl doll as a boy because the boy dolls were too hard to find and the only major differences between genders for Groovy Girls were hairstyle and shoes.)

Cameo is here to rant about her parents’ dog

because I started ranting in that reply to Akah, excised it for wandering off-topic, and now I really want to rant about the dog

goddamn is this ever long, I’m putting a readmore on it

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strifeandslash:

“YEAH IM AN INTROVERT, FUCK U EXTROVERTS!! LOOK IM ANTI-SOCIAL!! ITS SO COOL TO BE ANTI-SOCIAL!! TOXIC TUMBLR CULTURE, YEAH”

The problem I have with a lot of ‘how introverts work’ essays is that they seem to basically be saying this! Usually with additional ‘INTROVERTS ARE SMARTER THAN EXTROVERTS’ (or at least ‘INTROVERTS HAVE BETTER PRIORITIES THAN EXTROVERTS, WE’RE CONCERNED WITH THINGS THAT ACTUALLY MATTER’) on top of the other stuff. It comes across as being written by a bitter, defensive introvert trying to prove that they’re better than the extroverts to whom society caters.

And it certainly is not just on Tumblr.

(I can’t really take either side of the introvert/extrovert slapfight, because as far as I can tell I’m a freakish mashup of the two that fits in neither category. I can’t tell if I’m an unusually socially-inclined introvert or a shy neurotic extrovert so I’ve taken to calling myself an ambivert.)