klatikat
unapologetic apathy is unavoidable in the face of certain doom
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a minotaur is 60 secontaurs
"likes mean nothing on tumblr" you're sending me a little heart. that's not nothing it's your heart. look here's one for you <3
hopping on this trend because I can
1. I’m reheating some leftover pizza right now.
2. I got to leave school early
3. I talked to one of my favorite teachers (who doesn’t teach me anymore, so that’s cool)
I definitely did that wrong 😭 You’re a1c1 :]
new tag game!
reblog to let prev know what their vibe is :3 (ex. a1a1)
@slitdove @chiyone @the-real-loser-otaku-girl @not-jiraikasa-kun @obsessibun @laven-dere @littleyejin @landmine-ky @k1-2-ur-heart
I feel like I just looked at an apocalypse scene and then bashed my head on the ground.
time for mcr, I guess
d2b4 for me 🙃
new tag game!
reblog to let prev know what their vibe is :3 (ex. a1a1)
@slitdove @chiyone @the-real-loser-otaku-girl @not-jiraikasa-kun @obsessibun @laven-dere @littleyejin @landmine-ky @k1-2-ur-heart
Congratulations, you made it halfway to Halloween! Halfoween is the day when next Halloween appears on the horizon before us and the last one disappears behind. Bake some cookies tonight and start planning, because from now on, it’s getting closer each day!
child me was a demon.
fair warning: this might get me on a list or something.
because, like, at age 3-6 or around there, I understood emotional manipulation and revenge but not empathy or boundaries.
occurrence #1: before I realized it was absolutely NOT okay, I tried to poison a cat as revenge, but it didn’t work, luckily. I had been playing with my cat the day before and she scratched underneath my eye. I regarded (and still do, but less violently) cats as my equals. so I responded to the unexpected attack by pretending everything was fine and then striking when she least expected it. I hated my bangs, and I reasoned that if cats cough up hairballs, they’re probably allergic to it and I betted human hair is stronger since it’s not their own. so I chopped off my own bangs with scissors and put it in her cat food bowl, then watched with wicked glee as she munched away. she was fine then, and she’s fine now. Also, this memory (over a decade later) is only as strong as my rage about her having the AUDACITY to attack ME, the princess of the whole kingdom: very very strong. I’m pretty sure I brought her back to life anyway a few days later for the plot and because she’s adorable.
occurrence #2: my family and I were at a pizza restaurant and the waiter brought a pizza that was covered in bacon bits. I famously said “I can’t eat this pizza. It has bacon bits over all over it.” because I’m a very picky eater and I stuttered a lot. But the funniest part about this is not what I said:—it’s how I said it. According to video evidence on my older sister’s snapchat account, I got “increasingly sadder” as I continued speaking. I wasn’t actually getting sadder. I was just annoyed that I didn’t have the exact food I could eat because I was starving and I love pizza. So, I tried to emotionally manipulate my family in order to get my needs met. Because I ✨clearly✨ couldn’t do it myself. recalling this just bitterly reminds me of how entitled I acted when I was a kid. I acted like the snooty kind of princess; not like Elsa like I was hoping. Anyway, it built my reputation as a lazy scum. It certainly doesn’t help now that it took every single minute of free time I had at home to get my homework done this year. I’m in (the last week of) eighth grade. If this is middle school, what is college? But that’s an angry rant for another time.
I have a third occurrence but I don’t remember it well. It was basically this: my best friend and I were play-fighting at age, like, 7 or 8, and I totally underestimated my strength and kind of… aggressively beat her with a minecraft pickaxe made of a kind of hard type of foam to win the battle. She didn’t bleed or bruise, but I feel really crappy about that, even now. We’re not friends anymore, and I’m not sure if it’s because I moved schools or if it’s because I treated her horrendously (which I totally did), but I’m afraid to reconnect for a few reasons: what if it is because I treated her horrendously? what if she we don’t have anything in common anymore? she doesn’t fit in with my current friends because we became friends at a time where I lacked empathy or understanding of my own identity or the desire to be unique. I just wanted to fit in and be popular. And she fit in with that group of people. We did have fun, and she was really cool, but I don’t think we would get along anymore.
Okay, so, the fourth occurrence is the most recent. I was eleven and I fit most of the symptoms for depression, but I was basically in denial and just tried to keep going without a single change to my life. It obviously blew up, and I hurt a lot of my friends in the process, then my “mid-tier” anxiety worsened. I remember only actually crying once: the afternoon after I observed the repercussions of the whole event. It was called the “Google Slides Massacre of April 27, 2022” because I basically just wrote a google slides presentation on why I hated everyone and sent it to their emails. 😭 It kills me to think about because “wdym the worst mistake of my life was on google slides!?” There’s a lot of background to that, but I’ll save that for another time because it is almost 3 am and I am low-key kinda tired. I’ll probably regret posting this tomorrow, but I’m gonna do it anyway, because when I say I hate myself (my past self at least) I think people need context. 🦗 … bye. good night/morning/day everyone.
two moods of mine…
1. absolutely unhinged rage-filled cat creature (me while alone or in alone/online mode)
hates people. go away right now
also weirdly loves people and will consequently chomp any appendage you possess. but like in a platonic way.
sprints and jumps around
splats, forgets I exist, and becomes bread
fights against a bureaucracy by defying social order
fights against capitalism by splatting instead of feeding into consumerism
fights against entitlement by blasting punk rock music in my headphones to annoy people and make me happy
rots in a bad way (can’t… move… plague acquired)
T H E P L A G U E hath taken me bones. I must now take off all my skin (literally just basic hygiene)
just vibes while loafing in the sun
ew, emotions and… feelings
s h i n y t h i n g s ✨
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (the rage from giving an unsustainable 100% for academic success, aka survival. cause if I’m not a scientist, my eccentricity will be less acceptable.)
brutally honest and does not care at all because I prefer honesty, truth, rationality, and straightforwardness over feelings. (there is truth to feelings, but sometimes I’m just too tired to care)
forgets the list of things that cause people to hate me (thereby invoking the second mood)
what people see: an awkward nerd with mid-tier anxiety but a bright future
2. what I feel in social situations
was that sarcasm or is it safe to reveal who I am? are they making fun of this subculture/minority or were they genuinely showing support for it? it’s so loud in here that I was somehow able to not hear nor process their tone while still hearing and processing the words that they said. and I don’t have enough information to use my usual strategy of context clues. if I ask, I will get an awkward stare. what is with adolescents and being the recipients of ableist indoctrination? or, just, indoctrination in general?
oh dear, I miscommunicated in an attempt to comply with social order instead of being myself. now I have to slow down the conversation and explain what I meant. either way, they’ll hate me forever, but at least I get a semblance of peace of mind with the second option. even if their suffocating glare traps me in place, at least I had the illusion of choice.
oh dear, I used a Generally Rude Phrase in a Comedic Style without changing my inflection or using better word choice because I left the template for the Better sentence in my other brain pocket and was too distracted by that fact to realize how Generally Rude that Phrase sounded.
I can’t believe they just asked me to do [very basic chore] now I have to pause my hard-earned flow state to take deep breaths instead of screaming at them before I help them because I do actually love them. /p
hey do you wanna hear an mcr lore dump in chronological order? oh, you’re already fake-snoring. I get it. (*a part of my soul dies a little*)
hey, that reminded me of a character from the book I’m writing! wanna hear about them? you do? cool! *they stop paying attention two seconds in to my 3-minute ramble/infodump (would’ve been an hour but I shortened it for their benefit)* *a part of my soul dies a little*
hey, do you wanna learn about a really cool personality-typing system called MBTI? you do? cool! *they actually pay attention and learn some valuable information* *we achieve friend status together*
I’M NOT OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
ugh. your voice gives me a headache and it gets worse when I respond. I don’t hate you, but I must escape.
PSA: if you want to be my friend, just listen when I ramble to you, even if it’s unprompted.
Please note: I have not been diagnosed with a neurodivergent disorder of any kind, and this is for entertainment value only. It is not meant to manipulate either, since these feelings are basically a daily occurrence for me and I choose to use memes as an outlet and to win at tumblr.
P.S.- I have more moods than these two, but… this is all you get for now.
tldr: relatable and/or possibly neurodivergent memes for entertainment value only
Only been watching The Pitt for a few days but Mel King is THE best autistic character ever written in a medical drama. She doesn't "make connections no one else can" or "just see things differently" or any other Savant with Special Abilities stereotypical bullshit, she's a resident physician who's exactly as intelligent and capable as any other resident physician in the same year. She hates unnecessary yelling because it's loud and annoying, not because she's completely incapable of handling conflict. She usually keeps her stimming subtle enough to hide but sometimes she can't. She loves having a furry critter to pet. She accommodates an autistic patient by lowering the lights and closing the doors because she understands the sensory nightmare of an active medical setting. She speaks in a straightforward and honest way but she isn't an overtly rude inconsiderate asshole. She misses some jokes and takes things too literally on occasion but she does have a sense of humor and she is funny. She speaks up against misinformation and parent panic about autism and other developmental disabilities. She has emotions. She looks at a video of a lava lamp on her phone to chill. Doctor Mel King you have my entire heart
*panicked breathing*
I LOVE being autistic and trying to communicate because every time it’s
ok time to lock the fuck in *opens discord* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens tumblr* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens gmail* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens youtube* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens an unstable vortex in time and space* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens ao3* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens discord* ok time to lock the fuck in *opens tumblr*
hey fwens. don’t die yet please. :3
When you see it, REBLOG IT.
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art fuels me and the unhinged cat inside me
a stain that never comes off the sheets??? ok man...
okay, but someone writing “I’m not okay” on a bathroom mirror in blood or red paint would trigger some dissociation in me broski. I’d feel like nothing is real, or that the dump I just took had ascended me to a higher plane of existence. probably the latter.
master of the wicket
Is it just me or are Jonas from The Giver and Grayson from Arc of a Scythe basically the same person in different plot lines? Like, I was genuinely thinking about making a fan fiction about this, but then I remembered that I’m still writing an original book series and I should probably publish all the books in full before I take on another writing project. Anyway, enjoy this brain seed.
tldr: Jonas from The Giver = Grayson from Arc of a Scythe
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
request granted. this is some gorgeous art. 10/10.
REDRAW OF MR CHEESE!! :D
First image of him
All jokes aside, it's possible that JD Vance killed the pope.
When an elderly person comes down with a serious illness, for the sake of their recovery, indeed their survival, they are supposed to avoid anything that may strain their weakened systems.
They are meant to avoid stress.
Which is probably at least part of the reason why Pope Francis sent his second to speak to JD Vance instead of doing it himself.
And Then... JD VANCE INSISTED TO SPEAK TO THE POPE HIMSELF.
Knowing that the pope was still recovering from PNEUMONIA at his advanced age.
Still, like an entitled american, he demanded to speak to the pope himself. Despite having been met by his political equal in status, it wasn't good enough for JD Vance.
It just might have been the final straw for an elderly man who was fighting off a serious infection to have to take the time out of his already busy schedule.
The complete lack of empathy that JD Vance brought to the Vatican, that he had already been scolded for by the leadership of the religion he claims to follow, can very easily be considered a contributing factor at the very least.
It's not a stretch to theorize the pope might have survived had JD Vance not come calling.
The jokes are funny and all... but...
suddenly a lot of things from hit ya dystopian series arc of a scythe make a lot more sense
why are shorts so expensive that is like 1/3rd of a pant right there
everything is stupid and expensuve
u people are all awesomesauce forever
inspiration for death note???
reverse suicide note where everyone you write on it dies