I’ve been getting a lot of asks lately regarding the asexual experience, and how to portray it in fiction. However, my ability to advise is limited, as I am not asexual in the least. Therefor, I will provide a long overdue master list of resources, from asexual people, and how they live, love, and experience the world!
Also note: if you are an asexual follower, shoot me a message with your experiences, and I will include them in this post.
So (according to the concept art book) as the Fellowship travels deeper into Middle Earth, the places they pass through become inspired by progressively older periods of history. The farther along you are in the story, the more ancient the design influences
We begin in The Shire: which feels so familiar because, with its tea-kettles and cozy fireplaces, it’s inspired by the relatively recent era of rural England in the 1800s
But when we leave Hobbiton, we also leave that familiar 1800s-England aesthetic behind and start going farther back in time.
Bree is based on late 1600s English architecture
Rohan is even farther back, based on old anglo-saxon era architecture (400s-700s? ce)
Gondor is way back, and no longer the familiar English or Anglo-Saxon: its design comes from classical Greek and Roman architecture
And far far FAR back is Mordor. It’s a land of tents and huts: prehistoric, primitive, primeval. Cavemen times
And the heart of Mordor is a barren lifeless hellscape of volcanic rock…like a relic from the ages when the world was still being formed, and life didn’t yet exist
And then they finally reach Mount Doom, which one artist described as
“where the ring was made, which represents, in a sense, the moment of creation itself”
cleaning with ADHD is a nightmare. it’s an endless cycle of finding a half-finished chore and stopping the one you were already working on, then remembering that something else needs to be done and getting started on that, then finding half-finished chore and
i have the solution! i call it ‘junebugging’.
have you ever seen a junebug get to grips with a window screen? it’s remarkably persistent, but not very focused. all that matters is location.
how to junebug: choose the location you feel you can probably get some shit done on today. be specific. not ‘the bathroom’ but ‘the bathroom sink’. you are not choosing a range, you are choosing a center; you will move around, but your location is where you’ll keep coming back to. mentally stick a pin in it. consider yourself tethered to that spot by a long mental bungee cord.
go to your location. look at stuff. move stuff around. do a thing. get distracted. remember you’re junebugging the bathroom sink and go back there. look at it some more. do a different thing. get distracted. get a sandwich. remember you’re junebugging and go back to the bathroom sink.
nt’s will go crazy watching you, and if they demand to know When You Will Be Done you will probably have to roll them in a carpet and stuff them up the chimney. you’re done when you feel done, or you’re too bored to live, or it’s bedtime, or any number of other markers, you get to pick. but the thing is, by returning repeatedly to that one spot, you harness the ‘hyperactivity’ part instead of wasting all that energy battling with the ‘attention deficit’ part.
not only will the bathroom sink almost certainly be clean, and probably the mirror and soap dish too, you might’ve swapped in a fresh toothbrush, a new soap, you might’ve unclogged the drain – you will probably also have cleaned or fixed up several things in the near vicinity, or in the path between the sink and where you get the fresh toothbrush, or maybe you did your grocery shopping cuz you were out of soap, or maybe you couldn’t find a clean hand towel and ended up doing laundry.
this is good. you got shit done! it wasn’t necessarily Cleaned The Bathroom in the way nt’s think of it, but screw ‘em. things are better than they were.
plus you worked off enough energy to be able to sleep. which is not small potatoes when living the ADHD life. :D
I have a similar method I call “Setting Off Order Grenades”. I go at things piecemeal all the time, and just concentrate on making This One Spot better if I’m thinking about it.
I’ve been trying to tidy my room for approximately 3 years, so I’m going to give this a try today and junebug my bookshelf.
do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
waking up on a Saturday morning before anyone else in the house has
camping with friends and telling stories and laughing through the night in a tent or around the amber glow of the fire
the sound of rain hitting the glass windows and of cars driving down the rain-soaked road
going back to your childhood home and seeing how different it has become and then feeling your years settle into your bones
standing near a waterfall and feeling the droplets and moisture on your skin and in your hair
running your fingers through your hair to feel the ghosts of the ends after a haircut
the unanimous and unbroken silence of anticipation before a concert as everyone waits for the band to come out and the shouting to begin
holding hands with someone you like – possibly love – for the first time
the cleanness of the air when spring has moved in and draped the earth in her green flowered robes
coming home and crawling into bed after a day of adventures and energy-draining excitement
taking rides on ferris wheels at sunset just to see the honey-like light spill over the landscape
witnessing the emotion of mother nature in a thunderstorm in the middle of the night
taking roadtrips and listening to your favorite songs
looking in the mirror and realizing that this body is your vessel, that it was created oddly and unevenly for you and for your life
the sound of living, moving water in lakes, oceans, rivers, and streams
falling in love with a song or movie or book or moment
the feeling of satisfaction after finishing an art piece of poem
taking a walk through your neighborhood or gazing at the unfolding city lights and realizing that behind each house is a family with a story as complex as the stars
taking care of someone you love through sickness or a break up or anything that they’re going through
walking through a forest of ancient, towering trees and seeing the splotches of sunlight filter from the canopy to the floor
People who don’t want to read The Martian in case the science is too complicated should be informed that it contains the lines “The best way to store the ingredients of water is to make them be water”, “It is of course dangerous to set off an explosive device on a spacecraft”, and “If I cut a hole in the wall of the hab, the air won’t stay inside any more”.
I love this fucking book
“I’ve said the words kilowatt-hours-per-sol so many times they’ve lost all meaning so I’m going to call them pirate-ninjas.
“So I need to generate nine hundred pirate-ninjas…”
there’s an entire chapter dedicated to him wondering how the cubs are doing while he’s stuck on mars, dying
I like the part where the guys on Earth are like “He thinks we all gave up on him, and that he’s completely alone. I wonder what he’s thinking about right now.”
And he’s like “How come Aquaman can control whales?”
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