You Know When You Get One Of Those Readers Who Comments On Every Chapter Of Your Fic, Pointing Out Their

Please though?

Ace culture is wanting to live with friends without having to date or have a crush on them. Just let me and my friends live in a big house together without any assumptions.

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i make myself laugh

Tag Time!

Allow me to set the scene...

So you're an alien (just go with it) and you have to write a report on human studies.

You with me? Good.

Okay so you go to your local human library (stay with me here) to find some research material but...

Oh no! You only used research from the ritualistic cult section!

We following? Awesome.

So now your entire knowledge of the human race is just ritualistic cults.

Makes sense? Great.

Then you get invited to a humans birthday party (there's a point here I promise) and it's time for cake.

Everybody on the same page? Super.

Alien (that's you) watches as this lovely dessert is brought out and wax sticks are placed into it. The wax is set on fire and everyone gathers in a circle to chant. Once the chanting is complete a chosen one makes a wish on the flaming wax sticks (thus embuing the cake with the magical wish powers obviously) and blows the fire out. Everyone eats the treat and the annual ritual is complete.

All of this is to say...

Birthdays do be a little culty.

This. This exactly ^

I think a lot about how, if the glorious violent revolution happens, every kid with significant medical needs in a hospital where power gets cut will die.

You can decide you're willing to sacrifice your own life, but you don't get to tell everybody else on the planet that they're acceptable collateral damage.

bro to this day if I'm out with my mom I get her to order for me cause SoCiAl AnXiEtY.

I'm the type of person that will go through the menu to find the simplest thing for me to order so I don't take up to much of the waiters time.

I get in a full blown panic trying to leave the check out line as fast as possible so I'm not holding anyone up. I'll have my purse half open, my change sticking out of my wallet, things dangling from my hands, all so I can get out of everyone's way as fast as possible.

Im sure most people either think I'm crazy, a harried mother of five, or a kidnapping victim.

one thing about me is that i am viscerally against inconveniencing retail and food workers… the checkout guy just mistakenly asked to see my ID because he thought my sparking water was hard seltzer and my ass just showed it to him instead of saying anything. i think i would rather die then correct him in his home turf