Jiheishousha (自閉症者)

The adventures of an asexual mormon autistic japanophile otaku geek nerd cis girl. She/her pronouns. Double-majoring in Japanese and Asian Studies. I use a walker due to severe vertigo and may have EDS.
Current obsessions: Teen Titans, Dragon Age.
I'm highly skilled at forgetting to tag things, so if you need something tagged, let me know.





May have to wipe some drool off my keyboard.

This is one of those dresses that you can kill a man in. 

Because it won’t show the blood.

Oh god I love the fabric

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May her godlike features live on

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.. . look into my eyes.. … .


.. . look into my eyes.. … .

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made a thing to wear at d&d tomorrow :3

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i want to learn more about these



i want to learn more about these

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Temporarily coming up for air from accidentally playing Skyrim nonstop for a week. I forgot a) how much I love that game and b) how incapable I am of not marathoning video games. (Also, it helped distract me from the fact that my heart has been acting up and I couldn’t get a doctor’s appointment until next Tuesday… did you know that heart problems can cause debilitating anxiety? Because I did not know that until now. >< )

Whoops. All I wanted was to see Skyrim’s graphics… so I took my sister’s suggestion and used the ‘Live Another Life’ mod, and while I was creating a character I figured I might as well just make Raven, and ten minutes later I was coming up with a scenario that would lead to Raven awakening in a strange land where her magic doesn’t work correctly and she accidentally starts absorbing dragon souls…

Aaaaand now I’m writing Dragon Age/Skyrim crossover fanfic. Y’know, like you do.


my dad died from ALS when i was 3 years old. he was 36. my mom was 33. that was 30 years ago. now i’m the same age my mom was when my dad died. and there is still no cure for ALS. 

this is what happens when you have ALS: your muscles slowly stop working, one part at a time. for my dad, first he couldn’t use one of his hands. then his arm. then the other arm. then he couldn’t walk. then he couldn’t stand up. then he couldn’t talk. then he couldn’t swallow. then he couldn’t breathe. then he was dead.

this all took about two years. he was diagnosed when i was about one year old. the only memories i have about my dad are of an inert body in a wheelchair or lying in a bed with a bunch of tubes stuck into it. as i was learning to talk, he was losing the ability to speak. as i was learning to walk, he stopped being able to move. my mom often had to choose between who she was going to help go to the bathroom at any given moment: her husband or her toddler.

after my dad died, my mom took over the philadelphia chapter of the ALS association. it consisted of a shoebox full of notecards with names on it. now it is a multi-million dollar organization with a large staff. she is still in charge. my mom is one of the most amazing people on the planet, basically.

these past couple weeks have been mind-boggling. i have openly wept watching so many of these videos. i still don’t completely get how all of this has happened, but now we live in a world in which lil wayne and taylor swift and oprah and justin timberlake and weird al and bill gates talk about ALS. my mom just emailed me this sentence: “lebron james ice bucket challenge.” i mean, IS THIS REAL LIFE?! i just keep saying over and over: holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.

so far, it has raised over 10 million dollars… and counting. my mom has spent every single day of her life for the past three decades trying to get this kind of attention and funds for this disease.

i don’t care if it’s a stupid gimmick. i don’t care if people are just doing this because it’s trendy or because they want pats on the back. i don’t care if it’s the new harlem shake. i don’t care if for the rest of my life, when i talk about ALS, i have to say “you know, the ice bucket disease.”

please, everybody, please keep pouring buckets of ice over your heads. please keep donating money. please keep talking about this.

my mom’s chapter:


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As if I wasn’t already procrastinating enough, I think I want to make posts introducing my Warden, Hawke, and Inquisitor before posting any fics about them. Which means I have to flesh out Wren’s backstory, but pare Raven’s down to something vaguely manageable. (I’m kind of in love with my elf mage babies…)