For autism awareness/acceptance I had the idea to write a poem that would be an answer to Autism $peaks hateful "I am Autism" advertisement. (If you haven't seen it please be aware it paints autism in a very unpleasant way and may be triggering to watch.) I wouldn't be surprised if something like this may have been done before but I want to give it a shot anyway.
I wanted this poem to reflect something of all autistic experiences but I'm just one person with one experience and I recognize that I'm coming from a place of privilege as a cis white woman who would be considered low support needs. So if you can't find your voice in this, please feel free to give us your version! I want to hear it. ♡
I hope this poem is empowering and maybe it can even help to heal some of the damage that Autism $peaks has caused.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
We used to be the ones calling out that married couples were dnp coded. Now they’re doing it for us. They’re leaving us with nothing to say they’re stealing our jobs and livelihoods with this behavior it’s unacceptable
my queers in christ we must fight homogeneity in fandom; it's evil and the death of creativity and a brain killer, we do not want to be smooth uniform identical shiny rocks, reading the same characterisations over and over again, we do not want to reiterate the same takes or the same fics, we want the creepiest weirdos coming up with shit so fantastical that it becomes fantastic, that is the point of it all
did you guys know that you can actually support aroallo people WITHOUT talking about asexuality and asexuals. did you guys know that you can actually do that. you can actually stand in solidarity with us without saying "and also asexuals"
zolu aroace positivity post!!! because if you're aroace and you celebrate the gift that is zolu, I want to share why they mean so much to me as an aroace.
what makes zolu so special to me is because first and foremost, zoro and luffy went out to the vast open seas of the world to chase after their dreams. luffy wants to be the pirate king, zoro wants to be the best swordsman. even after being recruited, even after all they went through, they never stopped having their dreams as the forefront of their characters. but it just so happens that both their dreams are intertwined with each other, the best swordsman in the world's most fitting place is by being right next to the pirate king, and the pirate king believes that he would reach his goal by having the best by his side.
the reason why I believe zoro and luffy's relationship is so strong is because by fighting for their own dreams, they also strengthen their bond with the other. zoro wants to be strong to be the best swordsman, but it's also to protect the crew and to best support luffy as he guns for the title of pirate king. luffy wants to be strong to be pirate king, but it's also to protect the crew, but also? by being strong, he proves time and time again that his crew did not make the wrong decision to follow him, that he is a Captain that deserves to obtain the one piece (i think of luffy aiming to be strong so that his crew will never have to falter about his leadership, especially after water 7).
as an aroace, this feels like the best way to showcase love and devotion and trust with each other. knowing that someone's dream becomes a part of your own, that every time you fight for yourself and you aim to be a better version of yourself, you're not only working for your own sake but for the better of you and your partner. that i come to love my partner because they understand me, and they know why i fight so hard to reach my goal. and not only that, they fight as equally hard for their own goal. together, both of our dreams ultimately help each other become the best version of ourselves.
knowing that zoro believes in luffy wholeheartedly that he fought for his dream too, enough to put his life on the line for luffy. knowing that luffy can leave his most precious family and crew to zoro because he trusts zoro wholeheartedly to win.
to me, this is how I envision love. it's about getting to know each other, understanding each other, loving each other to the point that their dreams become yours, and fighting together side by side to make that dream come true.
zoro and luffy have that in spades. imo, zoro and luffy's appeal as a relationship is that they are intertwined with each other, and they go through hell and back and fight for each other and their dreams together. it's no wonder that aroace people like me are drawn to them, their love and bond transcends just having an attraction to each other. because it's also about having this person change and inspire me to be better.
A continuation of this post where @stealingyourbones and I regale tales of Mr. T, our high school science teacher that was the inspiration behind my addition to the popular Danny Phantom Science Teacher AU post that sparked the whole thing off.
I was able to catch the incident on camera & after rewatching it, decided that not enough of peoples faces were shown to be able to discern their identify & have decided to post it here.
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First, context.
It was the last day of my freshman year of high school.
Mr. T was donated a god awful teapot made by a student in ceramics with the only stipulation being that he “blow it up.”
And according to my notesapp notes, he reportedly said, “One of my great pleasures in life is finding common regular normal things in life and making them go boom.” Right before we left our class to do the experiment in the lab classroom next door that had a fume hood. And from what I remember of the man, that absolutely fits.
I do not remember what chemicals Mr. T used to make the reaction but I do remember that we were extensively warned that it gave off noxious fumes and shouldn’t look directly at the light as it could damage our eyes.
Trudging into the other classroom, Mr. T set up the experiment in the fume hood.
At first, everything was going well. The teapot exploded and the room was bathed in red light.
Then we looked up.
You see, when you install a fume hood, generally you connect it to a chimney so the fumes can go out. The fucker that installed it did it improperly so the noxious fumes went DIRECTLY INTO THE CLASSROOM.
Immediately Mr. T evacuated the room and rushed us into the hallway.
The fire alarm went off.
The class, giddy from the feeling that we just blew something up and made the fire alarm go off in the last day of school, we we’re ecstatic.
We cheered.
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Naturally, the faculty were kinda pissed because the alarms once again were set off by Mr. T & they had to call off the firetrucks that were auto-called and we’re charged for it.
Mr. T had to report the incident to the same cop as the magnesium incident and he was so proud to tell the officer it finally wasn’t his fault the fire alarm went off.
The school sued the installation company for incorrectly installing the fume hood and got it properly working the next year.
That day will be a core memory of mine that I will treasure til I kick the bucket.
people who have never experienced sexual violence before freaking out about and condemning sexual violence being depicted in art made by people who have actually experienced sexual violence is something that makes me so unbelievably filled with rage. sorry your delusion that somehow sexual violence isnt traumatizing and ugly was shattered, were allowed to express ourselves however we would like through art though. cunt.
And another thing that gets me about the human condition is how we weren't even meant to survive this world alone - humans with humans. We chose to trust certain animals, to nourish them, to be symbiotic with them, to love them like we love ourselves. I think a lot of people talk about how selfish it is for humans to take advantage of animals, but I think that's too simplistic. It's closer to friendship - if you do not foster the relationship, then it simply won't go anywhere, and I think the implication that animals can't ever know anything for themselves, for their survival, is also human-centric and selfish (selfishness not inherently being a bad thing).
It's just nice to know that we want to be around people - we want to be around comfort and security and safety so much that we now have animals by our side. Every time I cuddle with my cat, I think that we weren't meant to survive this world alone; she is shaped to fit in my chest, and my arms were made to wrap around her.
Okay, I'm not sure it this hasn't been already talked about but
ARE WE ALL AWARE OF THE CHANGE THAT HAD HAPPENED IN KRIS?!
Remember that one interview, when he said that back when he was a child he used to be called a "girl" because of his longer hair? And then he cut them short to stop the comments
And now? Now, during their BIGGEST concert he was wearing a Diana-revange outfit, his hair longer again and he absolutely slayed. The confidence shown, the joy while performing, all of his soul put into singing NGVOT... This man went through such a big change
I am so fucking proud of him, it must've taken him a while to figure all those things out, because these things are difficult to get through. And now here he is, slaying as hard as he can, being who he wants to be and not giving a fuck
your worth is not based on whether or not you have/want friends! You hold just as much value in this world as friending people and you add a unique and beautiful perspective to life.
You're not unkind or selfish for not feeling platonic feelings, and if wanting to explore life without friends is what makes you happiest then you deserve to pursue that without judgement!
The world is full of different types of relationships and there are not rules on what attraction is right or wrong to feel or not feel! It's okay for friendship to simply be a relationship type that doesn't work for you!
You can live a full, happy, wonderful life without friends. Friendship is not the core of humanity or at all required to be a good person.
There is a lot of media that demonizes people without friends, that pushes the idea that they're evil BECAUSE they have no friends. but I promise that's not true. Friendship does not determine your morals and ability to be kind to others. Aplatonic people are not evil or bad because we don't feel friendship in the same way non-aplatonic people do. We are not morally corrupt because of the attraction we feel. We are capable of kindness and cruelty just as much as any other group of people on this planet.
So shout out to non-friending aplatonic people! I hope we all find peace and happiness in ourselves and our lives!
Atlus is really playing with my emotions with this tactica stuff bc I just know being able to “marry Ryuji” is never going to be taken seriously and only be played for laughs, however I do think everyone making art about it is so correct for that bc we the pegoryu nation need to make it our own since atlus can’t be trusted with him
its been a million years. percy has gone from young millenial to squarely gen z. i think that while he’s up on that mountain demanding the gods pay their fucking child support, he should tell hera at the top of his sixteen year old pipsqueak lungs that polyamory is a thing now and she doesn’t have to define her marriage the traditional way if she doesn’t want to. she’s the goddess of all marriages! that includes these modern ones too!!
hera is like zeus would you agree to an open relationship zeus is like SOLD i have been trying to do this for years, completely neglects to read the fine print that this goes two ways before signing on the dotted line for this deal with the prada wearing devil because fundamentally, zeus is an asshole
hera starts hooking up with committed married couples and having SUPREMELY powerful demigod children. they are all her favorites and she lavishes them with powers and gifts and attention. she has, unlike the other gods, no millenia of experience with mortal children to temper her reaction, and so this whole move honestly causes more problems than not.
meanwhile hades and persephone; poeseidon and amphirite; dionysus and ariadne; all of them have been trying to talk to hera about this thing for DECADES and then perseus fucking protagonist powers jackson comes in and turns a quarter of a century into wasted work.
Love in the Air: Sky x Prapai THAT SCENE (Episode 8)
I feel like THAT SCENE™ needed its own mention, because let’s face it - I’m pretty sure all of us have been going feral in anticipation of the fireworks that were guaranteed to blow our heads clean off. And whilst I don’t want to overlook the more serious emotional/narrative weight this scene has on the story - I simply must indulge myself in a dedicated post for this scene. After which, I’ll check myself straight into horny jail.
Ffffff----, the way Sky hooks both his hands round the back of Prapai’s neck and yanks him down.