kurosmind:

pros of having the Inquisitor back as the protagonist (or coprotagonist) of DA4:

– personal fight with Solas
– We get closure on their story 
– DISABLED PROTAGONIST
– gameplay opportunities? With possible prosthetics?  
– no more messing up world states with yet another protagonist 
– did I mention disabled protagonist
– actually following up their plans after Trespasser 

Cons of a having the Inquisitor back as the protagonist:

– ?????
– we’ll need to explain how they ended up with better eyebrows 

Why do I go nonverbal?

disabledbyculture:

Sometimes I become nonverbal due to emotional or cognitive overwhelm 

Sometimes I become nonverbal due to fatigue.

Sometimes anxiety/fear of saying the wrong thing and getting punished is a factor (I suspect this might be related to my father’s incompetence as a parent, his tendency to take my verbal missteps personally and either rage at me or emotionally abandon me for saying the wrong thing).

Sometimes I become nonverbal because I’m dealing with several warring ideas, what amounts to dissociative belief systems: I feel like X is true, but another part of me feels like “Nope… Nope… No way… X is wrong,” and the inner conflict can short-circuit my ability to talk.

Sometimes I become nonverbal because my mind has gone defensively blank due to social phobia, PTSD, and associated triggers (such as crowds, loud noises, specific persons, or the presence of two or more guys… It seems like guys are more prone to being dicks when they’re in pairs, even if they’re basically good people individually).

Sometimes I think with feelings or with intuitions instead of with language. Basically, I have a lot of impressions and thought-like happenings inside of my mind that I’m juggling around fairly loosely. My mind is actively processing stuff, but it’s largely divorced from my semantic system.

Sometimes I’m nonverbal because of no reason that I can immediately understand.

Sometimes, I see so many different sides of a specific issue, that I can’t really articulate it simply, and I don’t have “the spoons” to exhaustively explain my perspective.

Sometimes I’m basically capable of speaking normally, yet I’m strongly disinclined to speak because…

…Speaking seems futile. I know from experience that whatever I say will be abruptly invalidated, ignored, or misinterpreted (interpreted as rude, peculiar, or very different than I intended, sometimes so much so that it’s disorienting).

…I fear that if I try to speak, I might develop “blank mind” mid-sentence or experience socially awkward language processing delays.

…I can sometimes have dysphoria issues about the sound of my voice, thus making me reluctant to talk.

…I can sometimes feel disinclined to speak because I don’t want to say something I’ll regret.

… I can sometimes feel reluctant to talk because I’m distracted by headache pain.

Sometimes I’m “nearly nonverbal” rather than fully or completely nonverbal. And so I can manage stuff like one-word replies and brief responses intermittently, but it’s touch-and-go / unreliable and mentally exhausting.

When I’m nonverbal, it is impossible for me to verbally explain why I’m not speaking. And that is a problem because in the US, not speaking to others is viewed as rude and can make people feel suspicious of what your deal is. And I’ve been left with some social trauma that is related to this problem.

Even if I could hand out a 3×5 card which concisely and beautifully explained that I was frequently nonverbal, and provided some information as to why, it would not relieve me of the stigma. 

Or it would be embarrassing.

Or it would amount to over-sharing with a relative stranger.

Or it would derail the conversation.

Of it would add an element of unwelcome seriousness into a light-hearted discussion.

Or it would add an element of unwelcome personal confession into a work environment or a task-focused social interaction of some sort.

And so historically, I’ve tended to lean towards avoidance of socializing by, for example, isolating.

Sometimes I feign distraction. Sometimes I feign aloofness. 

I don’t know why I do this. These are not effective long term solutions.

The problem has gotten worse with time. I have to disclose my autism problems or I end up alienating people, or they pick up on my reticence to socialize and interpret it as rudeness or something worse. And I am gradually getting better at meaningful and effective disclosure, but it’s complicated by the fact that…

(a) When I’m nonverbal, I’m incapable of conversing, so at that point it’s intrinsically too late to talk about it,

(b) successfully communicating that I’m nonverbal can trigger people’s stigma against those with mental illness,

© people have a hard time dealing with the concept of fluctuating degrees of impairments (the fact that someone could be relatively articulate at 10am and nearly nonverbal at 11am).

(d) people have an empathy gap related to their lack of direct personal experience with autism-level impairments,

(e) people have a cultural bias (especially Americans) against those who are autistic,

(f) people have a cultural bias (especially Americans) against those who introverted and/or uncommunicative,

(g) and people have flawed or bigoted ideas about things like autism, trauma, and mental illness in general. They haven’t been educated about what autism means or what it’s like to have autism-related nonverbal spells and/or trauma-related nonverbal spells. So I can’t just say “I’m sometimes nonverbal” and have it convey much of anything.

I would literally have to give others individualized presentations about autism and trauma which really isn’t socially practical, plus unless they have some tremendous listening skills and empathy skills, I’d begin to disengage and/or drift into a nonverbal state quite fast. And talking about my mental health problems is especially difficult because it can trigger emotional flashbacks which can leave me feeling overwhelmed.  

Sometimes disclosure about my autism is a relief; it makes me feel more real and visible, even if people don’t really know what it means. But it’s difficult, and I guess that it just seems like such a ridiculous problem to have. I’m an adult. I should be able to communicate readily and easily with my mouth, but I just can’t (except when I can).

matt-the-blind-cinnamon-roll:

tjmystic:

So, when I was doing my thesis on whether or not fanfiction should be considered a legitimate genre of literature, my advising professor asked me for examples.  I gave him the generic ones, of course – “Pride & Prejudice and Zombies” is a horror fanfic of “Pride & Prejudice”, “50 Shades of Grey” is an erotica fic of “Twilight" – and that seemed to make him understand what fanfiction is, but not how it’s useful.  So I thought about it, and, after about a minute, I said, “Paradise Lost is basically a fanfiction of the Book of Genesis.  And The Divine Comedy is an epic self-insertion fic for Catholic doctrine.  So, basically, you were teaching us fanfiction last semester.”  I had never before seen a grown man’s eyes widen with such fear, incomprehension, disgust, awe, and understanding.

#does that mean the renaissance was almost entirely fan art?

Yes. Yes it does. All ur classic favs had the Renaissance version of DeviantArt. 

curlicuecal:

A thing I’m thinking tonight is how a lot of the current discourse seems to assume that someone must be Evil and Inhuman and Completely Incapable of Being Reasoned with in order for you to make the decision to cut them out of your life and community.

Like. It feels like a big part of the drive to declare horrible groups as having lost their status to be considered human beings is because people don’t know how to deal with humanity in the people that hurt them; humanity in people that do horrible things.

They have to be not worthy of basic human rights, they have to be not worthy of being within the rules of society, because otherwise you can’t be as cold to them as you need to be for your own safety and well-being.

So here’s a thing.

I love my dad. I believe that he loves me. And I spent *years* thinking this meant he couldn’t possibly be “really” abusing me or I couldn’t possibly be “really” that unhappy.

And my dad, my dad. My dad is a *champion* gaslighter. My dad can make you think up is down. My dad can make you apologize for that thing he did. My dad can make you question your own memory, your own judgement, your own motivations.

People compliment me sometimes, on the thorough way I construct arguments, on how meticulously I go through point by point, addressing every possible angle– and I don’t think these people know that that was the only way I ever learned how to believe my own viewpoints–was when I built my case like a lawyer and closed all the loopholes and carefully documented every single scrap of evidence so I would be sure– sure– *sure.*

And I spent so very long trying wishing for that evidence that would prove he was Really Bad or he Really Didn’t Care or he Really Intended to Hurt Me with those things he did. I had stories in my head of what would finally let me make that break, let me make him not a person, let me make him someone I didn’t love, who didn’t love me.

So here’s the thing.

You don’t need a reason other than that you’re hurting.

You don’t have to know they can’t be reasoned with to not reason with them.

You don’t have to know that they don’t deserve compassion to not offer them yours.

You don’t have to know that their motivations are evil–you don’t have to scry their intentions like tea leaves at all. You can just know that you want to be happy, and that you’re not. You can just know that what you need is incompatible with what they do.

If you’re looking for a reason to go, you can go.

And the thing is, you really *don’t* have to deny their humanity, and you definitely don’t have to abandon your own. You don’t even have to stop loving them, if you don’t want to.

There is no cruelty required to say “enough.” There is no hatred or violent offense needed to draw your line and defend it. There is no obligation from you to either love or to not love, and regardless of either, you do not have to act on it.

Their own love, their intentions, their kindnesses, their complex humanity does not buy them any part of you. You do not owe them your company, you do not owe them your time or attention or your engagement with their arguments–you do not owe them your self.

You can hate, if you want, but you do not have to.

They can be human, and complicated, and worthy of many things beyond basic human dignity, but you do not have to be the one to give those things to them.

There are a million million humans on this planet. They can be one of them.

They can be human and that’s it.

That can be all they get. They can have their life, and their choices, and their ability to be kind or cruel, to be loved or hated, to befriend of drive away. They can have every dignity that you believe that every human in this world should have, and there does not have to be a single one of them that requires you to let them hurt you, to let them hurt others, to let them have anything from you that you do not whole-heartedly want to give.

You can protect yourself. You can go after what you need.

Because you’re a human, too. And they don’t have have to acknowledge that for it to be true.

raina-of-winter:

astrakiseki:

prokopetz:

Bad D&D jokes – go!

Q: What do you call a halfling psionicist on the run from the law?

A: A small medium at large.

Why do rogues wear leather armor?

Because they are made of HIDE!

Two half orcs walk into a bar… The dwarf and halfling go under it.

Where are you when a demon pushes you up against a wall? Between a Vrock and a hard place.

What’s the sound of one hand clapping? Ask Bigby.

What do you can the unfair advantage undead have in a necropolis? Wight privilege.

What do you call a mountain top guarded by rogues? A sneak peak​.

Why was the werebat scared to fly outside? Because every cloud has a silver lining.

Did the balance the stats for beholders in the MM? They eyeballed it.

What do you get if you pour boiling oil on a bard? A skald.

Where do adventurers eat when they’re in a hurry? THAC0 Bell.