If your boyfriend, girlfriend, or even just an overly protective friend says anything like this to you in response to you going out, please dump them immediately. They will argue with you, they will be hurt that you don’t appreciate how much they care, they will have some reason you make them act like that, they may even have a sob story about being cheated on or having trust issues that makes you feel sorry for them or guilty. Don’t listen to any of it, and walk away immediately. They will absolutely go off the deep end and try to get you back with apologies and threats to you or themselves. Do not listen to it, tell people what’s going on, and cut off all contact. This is not loving, caring behaviour, this is dangerous manipulation.
If a neurotypical asks you, “What game are you playing?” they’re not asking you to describe the game.
They’re asking you if they can play too.
If a neurotypical asks you, “What are you watching?” they’re not asking you to explain the plot of the movie/tv show to them.
They’re asking if they can watch it with you.
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When neurotypicals ask you “What are you doing?”
What you think they’re asking: “Please explain to me what you are doing.”
What they’re actually asking: “Can I join you?”
Now here’s the really fucked up part. If you start explaining to them what you’re doing? They will interpret that as a rejection.
What you think you’re saying: [the answer to their question]
What they think you’re saying: This is an elite and exclusive activity for a level 5 friend and you are a level 1 acquaintance. You are not qualified to join me because you don’t know all this stuff. Go away.
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This is why neurotypicals think you’re being cold and antisocial.
IT’S ALL A HORRIBLE MISCOMMUNICATION.
I didn’t realize, even thought it took me almost three decades to learn this, that this was such a paradigm changing realization until we had our conversation today.
But it really really is. One of the most bewildering realizations I’ve had is most people don’t talk to learn things unless its related to work or directly towards their own hobbies, all the words and questions are bonding questions if done socially. They are “lets make friends” questions.
So if I answer their question without an opportunity for the person asking the question to give a response or to join in somehow, the asker feels alienated and starts shutting down.
Example: what are you reading?
True answer but not what they’re looking for: Title of book
Best answer for social scenarios where I want to retain/create friendship: This book is about x and y but it has z that i know u have an interest in too.
Example: what are you doing?
True answer but not: drawing
Best answer for friends: I’m drawing but would u like company while I’m working?
And sometimes frankly I’m not in a headspace where I can process people so the answer is something like, “I would like to do something in a day or later, do you want to plan something?”
Tldr: communication is wierd
HOLY
SHIT
that explains so fucking much thank you
(why the fuck do neurotypicals never just day what they mean ie hey this show looks cool mind if I join you)
Further annoying?
They don’t realize that’s what they’re asking and they just feel rejected and go away. So you can’t even ask them what you did wrong because they can’t even put a finger on why they feel the way they do they just know you made them feel bad for some undefined reason.
I know who we all REALLY want to see in Disney’s live action reboots.
Did I ever tell you guys how I actually semi-officially changed the canon of this movie
Oh?
Yeah I got one of the lead writers to make something canon with help from my roommate and his dad.
give us the deets
Ok so this all started with a fan theory I read on Reddit. Basically the theory was that since the only animals in the movie that are shown to be capable of speech used to be human, then any animal that can talk was at one point a human.
On Kuzco’s first night alone in the jungle, he sees a fly in a spiderweb. The fly screams “HELP ME” then gets eaten.
The theory was that that fly used to be human.
So my roommate really liked that theory and said “hey my dad is actually friends with the guy who wrote Emperor’s New Groove, he can ask him to confirm that theory for us.” (I’m not naming names here I don’t wanna get sued)
So a couple days later we get screenshots of my roommate’s dad’s email asking about the theory and the lead writer’s response:
“The fly is… Kuzco’s late father.”
My roommate’s dad: “is that canon?”
Writer: “It is now.”
So Kuzco’s dad was turned into an animal by Yzma, we assume, as part of her ploy to take the throne. It makes SENSE.
And that’s how I helped change the canon of a major Disney movie.
op:
man i really love how- *extremely subjective and reaching interpretation of ten seconds of an episode*
commenter:
did we even watch the same SHOW its obvious that- *equally subjective and reaching interpretation of the entire show against ops interpretation*
Thank you!! :)) So here’s my stab at it. It might not be as angsty as you were looking for but I hope you enjoy!
Whenever Lance talks about how much he misses the beautiful beaches of Varadero, Hunk feels the keen sense of loss within himself as well. For he, too, misses beautiful beaches of his own; the strong waves of the North Shore, the turquoise green of Lanikai— there’s nothing like it in the whole world; perhaps even the universe.
Over the past few years, through scientific experiments and a bit of magic, Hunk has developed the ability to replicate almost every earth flavor the other paladins request, as well as several that he misses himself. But while he’s managed to recreate the taste of home, there’s nothing he can do to recreate the scenic vistas that flash through his mind in the rare moments he isn’t preoccupied by a mission or a science project or an engineering task, and he’s never prepared for the sharp jolt of homesickness that comes along with it.
For although Hunk doesn’t hold back when it comes to complaining about almost anything else, talking about home is the one thing he doesn’t talk about to anyone else. It’s the one thing that’s off limits; the one thing that nobody knows cuts away at him
And why should he? It’s not like he’s the only one who misses home. Though Lance is the most vocal about it, Hunk has noticed the way the others express their grief in private moments that are meant to be unseen. The furtive glances, the solitary tears wiped away whenever a new alien planet seems just a little too familiar…he’s seen how everyone tries to tuck away their sadness for the sake of the larger group, and he follows suit.
There’s just one person he’s never seen express any sort of emotion or mention home at all…Keith.
Now it’s true that Hunk gives him shit about being part Galra all the time, but he still can’t help but wonder how that actually factors into Keith’s past.
In truth, though they’ve gotten to know each other pretty well, the fact of the matter is that he still knows very little about Keith’s life before they all became paladins.
Hunk isn’t afraid to admit he’s a bit of a nosy guy. He’s snooped into places that he probably shouldn’t and he collects facts about people the same way the mice collect shiny trinkets for Allura.
Lance spills most of his secrets openly— they’re best friends, after all. And Pidge, despite the fact that she’s secretive, isn’t so good at putting her things away. Shiro talks more in his sleep than he realizes, and of course, Coran is happy to overshare details about his life—and also Allura’s— that Hunk never wanted to know in the first place.
But Keith? He keeps to himself. Despite the fact that he’s seemed to have developed a sense of humor specifically around Hunk (a little annoying, considering nobody believes him when he tells everyone else that Keith can actually tell jokes now and the red paladin does nothing to back up his claims), he still barely knows anything about him.
So he’s not quite sure what to say on this night, when Keith is sitting alone by a window, staring aimlessly into space, absently rubbing the handle of his Marmora blade with the edge of his thumb. The pinched, vaguely sad expression on his face is a familiar one; Hunk often sees the others wearing it; but this is the first time he’s ever seen it on Keith.
He walks up to him and taps him on the shoulder. Hunk notes that his face goes immediately blank upon contact.
“Hey man, is everything alright?”
A beat. His gaze is inscrutable.
“Yeah,” he says, finally. “I’m good. Just thinking.”
“About home?”
Another beat. Hunk is starting to feel mildly uncomfortable, as though he’s intruding on a private moment and shouldn’t have said anything at all.
He waves his arms around, trying to bat away the tension with his hands.
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that. I know it’s not exactly the same for you as it is for me or Lance.”
Keith cracks a smile.
“It’s okay. You’re right, I was thinking about home. I don’t exactly have one back on Earth. Not anymore, anyway.”
“Sure you do!” Hunk cuts in. “You’re welcome at my home anytime. My parents would love to have you. Have you ever been to Hawaii?”
Keith shakes his head.
“Oh. Well, you are always welcome. We love hosting friends and I’m sure you would enjoy it there. My cousins would love to meet a real life half alien. Like Stitch. Have you ever seen Lilo and Stitch? Kind of like that.”
As Keith stares at him, he grimaces and shrugs.
“I’m sorry. I tend to just spill out nonsense like a marshmallow dripping out of a s’more when I’m nervous.”
“Hey,” says Keith.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks,” he responds, finally turning the full force of his gaze to Hunk, placing his hand on his with a smile. “It means a lot. I’d love to come visit if we ever make it back to Earth.”
Hunk nods. His heart is suddenly beating far faster than before, but he doesn’t want to let on just yet— though judging from the twinkle in Keith’s eyes, he might be more perceptive than Hunk has given him credit for.
Still, he manages to choke out a dignified, appropriate response: “Ok. Great.”
Hunk knows that there’s no guarantee that they will ever make it back to Earth.
To tell the truth, deep down inside, he is terrified that they never will.
But he does finally have a few facts about Keith: His palms are as warm as fire, and the fabric of his fingerless gloves feel far softer than he ever could have imagined.
And when he smiles, his eyes light up like the sun.
