(( She’s not nearly so misanthropic as her writer, but she does have her borderline sociopathic tendencies. So, she likes her friends and likes to be with them, but “the great unwashed masses” are potential threats and/or potential victims – unless there’s some kind of crisis to “humanize” them to her. That quirky “I can care then” aspect of her is why she’s good with the Roses. ))
THE EXCESSIVELY DETAILED HEADCANON TUMBLR MEME
Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:
- What does their bedroom look like?
- Do they have any daily rituals?
- Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
- What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
- Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
- Eating habits and sample daily menu
- Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
- Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
- Makeup?
- Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
- Intellectual pursuits?
- Favorite book genre?
- Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
- Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
- Biggest and smallest short term goal?
- Biggest and smallest long term goal?
- Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
- Favorite beverage?
- What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
- Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
- Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
- Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
- How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
- Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
- How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
- Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
- What is their biggest regret?
- Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
- Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
- Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
- Most prized possession?
- Thoughts on material possessions in general?
- Concept of home and family?
- Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
- What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
- What makes them feel guilty?
- Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
- Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?
- What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
- Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
- How misanthropic are they?
- Hobbies?
- How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
- Religion?
- Superstitions or views on the occult?
- Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
- If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
- How do they express love?
- If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
- Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
for any character you know I have 🙂
(( I like this one, but… a lot of them don’t make sense for Adri. ))

♛: Sharing a dessert ((Adriwyn))
“Yer a delight, y’know that?” Rose couldn’t help but grin over at the white-haired woman, taking another careful lick of her Norn-sized iced cream cone.
“It’s true! So y’are. Would’ve ne’er thought of thus, truth told. Haven’t had iced cream since I was a tiny, angry lass.” She stepped over deftly, giving Adri a gentle hip-bump. To disastrous effect!
Oh the shame, the tragedy, of the poor woman’s ice cream cone, upended on the cobblestones! “Oh! Oh shite. ‘m sorry bou’ that. S’pose we’ll just have t’share, now.”
Rose was never one to be brought down by such tragedies for long. She grinned over to her companion. “You eat from that side, I’ll eat from this, yeah? Good thing I got th’big one.”
(( @aaduchamp thanks for the ask! ^.^))
‘If you wanted to share, you could just have asked!’ Her tone was teasing, then she nibbled at her side before commenting further. ‘You’ll still get most of this – I wasn’t going to finish mine anyway.’
when I say, “don’t you dare kill or otherwise take this character out of the narrative of the show” and they’re someone of a marginalized identity, i do not mean “i don’t want to see this character treated like a fully-fledged character equally at risk of the highs and lows of the story like any other and i want them to live eternally on a golden pedestal that makes them impervious to the effects of the actions of the plot and therefore a drag on the story.”
i mean, “until this character no longer bears the entire weight of the acknowledgement and representation of marginalized existence in this show, i do not want to see this singular thread terminate in tragedy like it always does.”
it is not a demand that you treat them as untouchable. it is a critique that you are still lacking. it is calling you out on having concentrated so much meaning and significance in one single character that you have made them too important to function properly like any other character in the narrative, and it is asking you to acknowledge this deficiency and not make it worse by also having them end like so many of their tragic predecessors have.
Create more of them to displace that weight youve assigned these individual characters, unhobble them from this iceberg-below-the-water existence, make them (plural them!!) part of the foreground and background, on the protagonist and antagonist sides, small parts and recurring characters – make diversity not some stale, recycled one-note effort you lazily check off the box for, but a conscious effort in including pervasive variety in your story, so that these characters can each become a fuller part of the narrative and have the equal opportunity to be impacted, positively or negatively, by the drama of the story.
When i say, “don’t you dare kill this character,” the real thing im saying is, “dear god, do better.”
*points*
*points emphatically*
*shrieks loudly*
*points again*
*gives hefty cheer & thumbs up*
Being heard is so close to being loved that for the average person, they are almost indistinguishable.
Concept: Maybe “neurotypicals” who consistently reblog post about autism and other mental disorders and illnesses because they relate to them actually aren’t neurotypical, and just don’t know it.
Even the ones who say, “But everyone does this!” might only be saying it because they do it, and therefore think everyone does, when that’s not the reality.
Like, I remember someone who very obviously had OCD saying, “Everyone gets constant, upsetting intrusive thoughts, and does things to make them go away! It’s normal!” and everyone who responded to them were like, “Uh… No, it’s really not. You have a mental illness.”
I hate how everyone is so quick to assume anyone who relates to their posts without having every aspect of their mental state listed on their blog is obviously an evil, appropriating neurotypical. Maybe they are technically neurotypical, but have one or two traits associated with whatever form of neurodivergence. Maybe they’re neurodivergent and just don’t feel like listing it. Maybe they think they’re neurotypical, and are in the process of realising that they actually aren’t.
Please don’t be so quick to judge. This gatekeeping helps no one.
This is an extremely important point.
I know at least one trans person who didn’t realize they were trans until they were talking about how much they relate to trans things. Only, it was in the context of being dismissive of trans people. “Oh, sure, of course you prefer those pronouns. Everyone does.” But that wasn’t a cis person being dismissive of trans experiences; it was a trans person not understanding that they were trans.
Same thing with a lot of mental illness stuff.
Honestly, if you relate to an experience, you have the experience. Doesn’t matter whether you have it for the same reason someone else does.
On a similar note that I was thinking about recently: perhaps some neurodivergent people who are dismissed by their parents have neurodivergent parents who don’t know it. Like, if your mom says “everyone has that” when you tell her about your depression, there’s a decent chance that she’s not minimizing you, she just has depression herself and doesn’t realize it.
Bless you all
Also important to note that not everyone lists these things on their blog.
Ive had someone angrily come at me in messages because I was reblogging BPD posts when I “didn’t have BPD” but when I explained that I do, in fact, have Borderline Personality Disorder, they were apologetic but that doesn’t take back the distress their ask caused. Same thing with gender issues.
Please don’t assume that everyone on tumblr is willing to list their mental illnesses on their sidebar like a badge.
Please don’t assume that everyone on tumblr is willing to list their mental illnesses on their sidebar like a badge.
special snowflake mental illness gatekeepers are the reason i choose not to be so public about my illness. it has taken years of fucking terrifying self searching and personal struggle to build a normal and functional identity and I don’t want your velvet ropes around how I handle my brain
There’s also…sometimes we reblog things for a friend. Because not everyone follows the same blogs, they might not see what we see. And we think maybe they’d want to see that post. And no, we’re not always gonna tag or ‘at’ a person who we hope sees a particular post, because they might not be out about whatever topic is in the post. Or we think they’d be interested, but not necessarily comfortable having their username attached.
Lighter Duty Required
Sighing at the necessity, Adri wrote out a letter, slipping it into the “incoming” pile in the offices at the Refuge, once she was there again.
Dear Lady Lux,
I’m afraid I can’t fly patrols or undertake other strenuous duties for a while, as I have an injured shoulder. I don’t yet know how long this will last, as it depends on what sort of healing I can get for the fracture.
Yours,
Adriwyn
(( @luxelen ))
The ultimate–and unspoken–“gifted problem”
In the gifted community, it has become trendy to talk about “twice exceptional” kids who are both gifted and learning disabled. Many parents of gifted kids have come to realize that it’s possible to have reading, or math, or attention, or social, disabilities, and still be gifted.
Yet people still do not seem to realize that a gifted person can sometimes lack basic knowledge that someone their age might know. (Even though, if you’re busy reading about advanced calculus or philosophical problems or whatever, you have that much less time to spend on learning more “basic” facts).
According to some parents, gifted people can be bad at particular *skills,* but they still have to know everything.
…
When I was a child, I was afraid to ask about things I didn’t understand–whether it was how north/south/east/west worked and how they related to familiar concepts like left/right–or how to use a TV remote, which to this day still confounds me with its zillions of buttons–or how to put shampoo in my hair without getting it in my eyes.
Because I would be mocked.
It wasn’t just that my behavior would be criticized. Every parent has to tell their child when they do something that doesn’t measure up.
But no, there would be name calling. Words like “lazy” and “not paying attention” and “not listening” and “spoiled brat.” No one can learn from this. Except, apparently, gifted kids–we’re supposed to be able to learn from anything. And when I didn’t learn from this, when I attempted to explain that I wasn’t lazy or not paying attention or listening, that I was trying my best, and that I was a decent person thank you very much, I was called rebellious and defensive and a bad kid who refused to learn from criticism.
I would not be mechanically inept, with no sense of direction, today if I had been able to reveal that I didn’t know some fact or skill without being mockingly told I should know how to do it. With that sort of attack on your sense of self, you stop asking questions. You also start feeling inadequate.
I am a summa cum laude, honors graduate of one of the hottest universities in the country, I qualify for MENSA, but I lose my glasses or phone pretty much every day. I forget things (sometimes even important appointments). I do stupid things. I walk into furniture. We all do. I just seem to do it slightly more often than the average smart, well-educated person.
But thanks to the way I was treated as a child–which wasn’t intended to hurt me, by the way, it was just due to the thoughtless assumption that as a “smart kid,” I should “know better”–every time I do one of these things, I berate myself and feel like a worthless person.
The biggest obstacle in my way today is my own lack of confidence in myself. That little voice inside tearing me down and saying “you’re gifted, why can’t you do this, you must be stupid or not trying. You’re such a failure, just because you made one small mistake.” That voice that confronts me every time I write a job application, or think about applying to graduate school in preparation for a career where maybe 30% of people even set foot on the tenure track–if they’re lucky. By the time I can start pursuing my dream, I’m already exhausted from having to argue with and push aside these voices telling me I’m not good enough to make it.
I thought the gifted community had changed. I thought parents had stopped doing this to their kids.
But prominent members of it still do. Members who know that giftedness doesn’t mean being brilliant at everything. Members who at least theoretically know that twice exceptionality exists.
Not naming any names, but one such person posted:
Why is my son, who got accepted into the top school in #NYC, nonetheless a fool? I know he should be smarter, I have test scores! #gifted
Note the gratuitous name-calling (“fool”), alongside the most hurtful thing you can say to a gifted person (“I know you should be smarter, what’s wrong with you?”).
Perhaps I should have let this pass without comment, but I imagined this person’s child–certainly old enough and smart enough to read it should they be on Twitter–seeing it and feeling hurt in the same way I have for years.
(Parents of nonverbal kids say even more hurtful things than this, but they figure their child will never see it or understand it. Whatever the merits of this argument, that excuse isn’t even available to parents of smart teenagers).
My response was measured, I think, given the circumstances:
I hope he can’t read this. I still have emotional scars from my mom saying stuff like this to me. We’re not good @ everything 😦
The unnamed parent went on to explain:
14 yo should know letters require stamps. This is not skill someone is good at. This is dumb behavior that deserves mocking.
Of course a 14 year old “should’ know a stamp goes on the envelope, if they’ve ever seen anyone send letters in real life or in the movies. (Then again, virtually no one ever sends a letter any more, so it’s possible that a 14 year old today may never have seen it. But whatever, let’s assume for the sake of argument that every 14 year old knows how letters work in a digital age).
Did you, for even a moment, pause to wonder how this 14 year old must have felt about such an elementary mistake? They probably felt like a complete moron, maybe even a failure, as soon as they learned about their mistake.
Even if no one mocked them.
And if their parent is mocking them online, in front of total strangers (a *definite* unethical thing to do), you just know they’re saying worse in the privacy of their own home. Because everyone feels freer to say cruel things in private than in public.
Well, parents like this should know: One of the worst feelings is the shame at realizing you’ve made a mistake that no one like you–no one your age, your intelligence, your general knowledge of the world, whatever–is supposed to make. Your heart feels like it’s been stabbed and then it sinks down into your boots. You want to run away from yourself. Just being inside your own skin hurts, almost physically.
And yes, you can be gifted–heck, you can be highly, exceptionally, or profoundly gifted–and still make such mistakes. I know I have. And I’m still learning to forgive myself for it and move on with life.
Why is it not obvious to everyone that it is NEVER, EVER okay to make fun of someone for what they don’t know?
And no, it doesn’t matter how ridiculous it appears that a person doesn’t know something. First of all, even if the person should know it, mocking them doesn’t help them learn it, it just makes them hurt, and often want to defend themselves or escape from the experience, not learn from it.
There’s an additional problem, too: not everything that seems like it’s “obvious” or “everyone should know it” really is. Anyone who’s had a calculus or engineering professor who left out crucial steps in a proof because they’re supposedly “obvious” will understand this.
Or, consider: When I was five or six and my classmates were telling me how proud they were for starting to read chapter books, I didn’t get what the big deal was. I’d been reading real books for some time, and it never even occurred to me this was a milestone. Should I have mocked them for their pride in doing something I thought was so easy? Of course not, that would be cruel.
Well, I don’t know about this particular case, but many parents–including my own, who had little experience with kids–know about as much about what kids of any age “should” be doing as I knew then. Is it really worth causing one’s child such emotional harm?
One of the hardest things for me to accept–even though it’s pretty much the story of my childhood–is that generally kind, decent people who understand basic things about their kids’ minds, and parenting, can still do cruel things that leave emotional scars that last for years. Things that if they saw someone else say or do, they’d be horrified.
But somehow, it’s okay, because their child is gifted.
Their child must know and be able to do everything at at least average levels.
If not, they deserve to be mocked.
Can you imagine the pressure we feel as we internalize this unspoken message? (And yes, we do pick it up. We’re gifted, after all).
And then the experts wonder why we all have depression, anxiety, and other mental problems.
Giftedness should never be an excuse for emotional abuse. But so often, it is. And to me, that’s pretty much the ultimate gifted problem. Most of all, because it’s the one no one ever talks about.
We’re not learning machines, we’re people, and not all of our problems have to do with an inadequate educational system. It’s time to heal, it’s time to speak out, and it’s time to get the word out so future generations of kids don’t have to go through what we went through. If you have similar experiences of your own, please reblog and share, and spread the word. I don’t know if there’s anything we can do for this particular teenager, but maybe we can help someone else.
P.S.: Thank you to the unnamed parent for inspiring this insight, and fueling my determination to try to make things better for other gifted kids and adults. And to their child, my heart goes out to you and I hope that you never struggle in the same way I have.
TL;DR: Just because someone’s “gifted” doesn’t mean they know everything. Some people who are “gifted” have learning disabilities/difficulties and may struggle with things people can take as simple, e.g. Using a TV remote. Regardless of whether a “gifted” person has learning difficulties or not, you shouldn’t expect them to know everything and to berate them when they don’t know or understand something is wrong. Berating and mocking “gifted” people is emotional abuse and there is no excuse for it.
Correct me if I’m wrong with that summary @neurodiversitysci
Very nice summary, thanks @bullgod1997!

The ship that should have happened
have you sent this to @captainallegra yet tho?
People. People people people. Let me tell you something about Josiebela, okay? I’ve been like … low-key captaining (pun intended) this ship (pun also very intended) forever, waiting for all of you guys to basically get on-board (still intended) with my blatant self-insert-in-a-technical-sense to hook up with one of my god-tier baes, because I can’t really do the fandom thingies anymore now that I am considered a maker of the thingie but BY JOVE I can ““““encourage”””” you all to imagine a world where this sweet young diplomat with a heart as gold as her sleeves and a natural curiosity for people, culture, and the world beyond that can very easily be cultivated by a older, savvy (can’t stop won’t stop intending) woman with unstoppable wanderlust (sort of counts?) and immeasurable experience (definitely counts), who can either provide the boat or sail a boat from the diplomat’s own fleet, and they learn from each other about how to be better or more nuanced versions of themselves, and maybe, eventually, the pirate will see the diplomat’s port (eyyyy?) as a home to return to (is this a sex joke or a literal Isabela moving into Josie’s place in Antiva City joke—well that depends on your views of Josephine and Sex and also how much you want to imagine Isabela being presented to Josephine’s parents and siblings, all good things to consider)…..
I mean … think about it, fam. Hawke and the Inquisitor can come too (AND IF YOU THINK THAT WASN’T AN INTENTIONAL DOUBLE-ENTENDRE THEN CLEARLY YOU DO NOT KNOW ME)
How could I not share this from the amazing actress who plays Josepine?!? We need her in everything!!!