Hi I'm Zora and this my blog. Level 35 aego/ace panromantic & genderqueer (demiboy) thing from Sweden. they/them, he/him. ISFJ. Don't follow/interact with me if you're an anti/purist/terf/racist/homophobe/aphobe/bigot. I reblog and post fandom/series related nerdy things and sometimes I squee a bit over whatever I happen to ship at the moment.
Sometimes personal posts happen.
i think there’s actually nothing better than being randomly told “I love you” after doing something characteristically stupid. Like what do you mean I’m a lovable person and I just did something silly and you thought “of course you would do that. I love you.”. No better feeling
Being aegosexual is a bizarre experience because we toe the line between experiencing and not experiencing sexual desire. Through fictional scenarios we empathise so strongly with the partakers in sex, we feel their desire and pleasure and connection but then… in our own life, in our experiences, a void where these feelings ‘ought’ to be. We feel connected to sex in all sorts of ways, to the point that some of us might call ourselves kinky or lustful. But we aren’t connected, not like allosexuals are. Our sexual attraction lives within the constraints of our minds and within our empathy; taking it to the real world is impossible. We phone call with sex whereas allosexuals chat in person.
It is the impossible position of teetering on the point of understanding, and ending up confounded by BOTH sides!
Can y’all get off my post about forgiveness talking about how I need to forgive for me to be happy?
How many times do I have to say I’m hateful and happy?
People get so upset when you tell them that you’re healing just fine without having forgiven the people that have hurt you. Some people truly don’t believe that anger is a healthy emotion and that you can live a happy life with it
does anyone else kind of.. enjoy spoilers ?? like they’re sort of a relief because then I know whether or not something is worth investing in watching or reading or not
I’m not gonna be disappointed if it doesn’t turn out how I want plus I’m not going to fast forward and skip through large parts of it to find out what happens, which I’m embarrassed that I do I just don’t have the patience
Is that just a me thing or do other people do that too? Is that an adhd thing?
I just do way better watching things if I already know the entire synopsis and can predict kinda when things will happen like landmarks in a movie that help me through
Please tell me this is an actual thing and not just me
ok so recently i wanted to read a book to my niece, who just turned 7, that I thought she’d like. but it had some scary parts in it, that might be too much for her. she’s tough, but she’s sensitive too, like any kid her age.
so what did i do? I spoilered it. I said “hey this kid runs into some monsters that are gonna try to eat him, and then they chase him and it’s very suspenseful. You think that would be too scary?”
She considered it. “Do they eat him in the end?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“Then no,” she said. And then, when we were about to hit the Big Reveal that this person who had helped him was secretly actually a man-eating monster, she lit up and was like “IS THIS WHEN IT HAPPENS” and I was like “SHH yes!” and she was like “AHH YEAH” and loved it.
I don’t think spoilers are just for kids, though. I’m now so Tired of conventional media’s endless race for The More Shocking Ending that I refuse to watch shit when I don’t know how it’s going to end. It’s not that I don’t have the emotional resilience to handle unexpected things (well, sometimes I don’t, honestly, and have no shame about that), it’s that if the unexpected thing is the “fuck you if you liked these characters ha ha ha!” plot twist, I just don’t have the time to invest in your fictional world. If you can’t respect me as an audience then I have other shit to do with my time.
Even my own writing– I dithered a bit in my latest series, which was going to hinge on a dead character being revealed to really be alive. I did my best to avoid spoilers as I was writing the thing, but now I’ve posted it and I figured, the thing to do is just to– tag it for the reveal. It’s not worth trying to be coy or people won’t know whether they want to read your shit.
Most of my friends HATE spoilers (which is hard for me because I don’t understand that), and sometimes they do this thing where they don’t understand that I… don’t, so they refuse to tell me things I want to know when I ask. Which is frustrating, because they know, and I want to know, and they want me to watch the thing, and I don’t want to watch the thing unless I know, but they don’t want to tell me. So I never watch the thing because I don’t know what will happen. It’s equally frustrating to try to get those same people to watch anything because they don’t want me to tell them anything, so I have no idea how to explain why they should watch something.
99.999% of the time, I like spoilers (and the rest of the time it won’t hurt me). I live to be told stories and I am the sort of person who will watch something I like 27,000 times BECAUSE I know what happens. Telling me what will happen is one of the best (and one of the ONLY) ways to entice me to watch new things.
Direct byproduct of being neurodivergent and growing up isolated from your peergroup is having no idea when it’s appropriate to define someone as your friend
Is this person I met yesterday my friend? What about this person I’ve been talking to every day for three months? What about this person I’ve known since middle school? Is friend a title I have to earn? What are the limits of friendship? Is it a static state, make-or-break, or is it some endless dance-dance-revolution style cavalcade of prompts and challenges and social cues I have to hit perfectly to keep it up? Does it bend? Does it break? I don’t fucking know man I just work here.
the best part of being a kid was when you realized that birth is a curse and existence is a prison but instead of being sad about it just ignored it entirely for months or even years by roleplaying being a horse or a mythical creature or a warrior cat or something 24/7
oh to be 8 years old and capable of ignoring all my questions and insecurities about my body and identity by simply imagining that i’m a feral cat living in the woods again
