Just a fanfic writer of tiny fandoms. Tends to write gen, crackish premises, domestic fluff, and non-human instincts.
Reblogs wolves, racism, feminism, and whatever makes them laugh.
Will talk paragraphs at you at any given chance. Especially if it's about writing. Also overuses emoticons.
Currently trying to relearn Tagalog.
Swears casually.
Unable to read something without liveblogging it.
If you want to use anything I've mused, conversations I've had, and make it into a comic, fanart or fanfic, go right ahead! You don't have to ask me beforehand.
Agender/ asexual/ aromantic (they pronouns)
This may just be my experience as an autistic person, but the kids I’ve nannied whose parent’s complain of ‘bad awful in cooperative selfish autistic behavior’ are… Not like that? At all?
Like, for example, I cared for a kid for a while who was nonverbal and didn’t like being touched. Around six years old? Their parent said that they were fussy and had a strict schedule, and that they had problems getting them to eat. Their last few nannies had quit out of frustration.
So, I showed up. And for the first little while, it was awkward. The kid didn’t know me, I didn’t know them, you know how it is. And for the first… Day and a half, maybe? I fucked up a few times.
I changed their diaper and they screamed at me. I put the TV off and they threw things. Not fun, but regular upset kid stuff.
Next time, I figured, hell, I wouldn’t like being manhandled and ordered around either. Who likes being physically lifted out of whatever it is they’re doing and having their pants yanked off? Fucking few, that’s who.
Next time, I go, ‘hey, kiddo. You need a new diaper?’ and check. ‘I’m gonna go grab a new one and get you clean, okay?’ ‘Wanna find a spot to lay down?’ ‘Alright, almost done. Awesome job, thanks buddy’.
I learned stuff about them. They liked a heads up before I did anything disruptive. They didn’t mind that I rattled of about nothing all day. They didn’t like grass or plastic touching their back. They were okay with carpets and towels. They liked pictionary, and the color yellow, and fish crackers, and painting. They didn’t look me in the face (which was never an issue- I hate that too, it fucking sucks) but I never had reason to believe that they were ignoring me.
Once I learned what I was doing wrong, everything was fine. Did they magically “”“become normal”“” and start talking and laughing and hugging? No, but we had fun and had a good time and found a compromise between what I was comfortable with and what they were comfortable with. (For the record, I didn’t magically sailor-moon transform into a socially adept individual, either. In case anyone was wondering.)
I don’t like eye contact. It’s distracting and painful and stresses me out.
They didn’t like eye contact either.
Is eye contact necessary to communication? No. So we just didn’t do it.
Was there ever a situation where I HAD to force them to drop everything and lay down on the lawn? No. So the thirty second warning came into play, and nobody died.
“But they never talked!”
No, they didn’t. And they didn’t know ASL, and they didn’t like being touched.
So you know what happened?
My third day in, they tugged on my shirt. ‘Hey monkey, what’s up?’ I asked. And they tugged me towards the kitchen. ‘oh, cool. You hungry?’. They raised their hands in an ‘up’ gesture. ‘you want up? Cool.’ and I lifted them up. They pointed to the fridge. I opened it. They grabbed a juice box out of the top shelf, and pushed the door closed again. ‘oh sweet, grape is the best. You are an individual of refined taste.’ I put them down and they went back to their room to play Legos.
“But they didn’t say please or thank you!” “But you should be teaching them communication skills!” “But!” Lalalalala.
1. The entire interaction was entirely considerate and polite. I was never made uncomfortable. I was made aware of the problem so that I could help them solve it. There was no mess, no tears, no bruises, no shouting.
2. Did my brain collapse into a thousand million fragments of shattered diamond dust out of sheer incomprehension? No? Then their communication skills were fine. Goal realized, solution found, objective complete. They found the most simple and painless way to communicate the situation and then did it.
Kids are not stupid. AUTISTIC kids are not stupid.
I’m willing to bet real cash money that the real reason the last few nannies had quit had a million times more to do with their own ability to cope, not the kid’s.
To this day, that was the most relaxed and enjoyable job I’ve ever had.
And I know I don’t speak for everyone. All kids are different. All adults are different. But in my time and experience, pretty much 95% of all my difficulties with children come from ME not being understanding enough. Every single “problem child” I’ve worked with turned out to be a pretty cool person once I started figuring out how to put my ego aside and let them set the pace.
Again, not speaking universally, here. I’m just saying. Sometimes social rules are bullshit, you know? People are people
Have you ever read an article about the study that found that teaching the parents to cope with autistic kids yields better results than other therapies? Because this is exactly what they were talking about.
M-21 hated waiting. Especially for something he knew was coming. What was the point in wasting time, unless it was to watch him squirm?
It had been a few days since Frankenstein and his master had taken them into their house and they hadn’t started yet. Maybe they wanted him to settle in first, but he knew where everything was and wouldn’t get lost.
So three friends sent me late night gifts yesterday, which was fine, can open them later.
Had a friend ask for my code tonight (logged in just in time to save myself from being kicked from a gym, ahahah) aaaand that’s my 21st gift of the day. Dammit. 8′D And it feels like basically, once you get gift-blocked it’s hard to get…unblocked(?) if it was from an overflow, especially if the others are also active players.
Being gift-blocked suuuucks. 8′( Now I have to decide on who to not open a gift from, or just decide based on who’s the last to send, pfft.
Raided with friends for the first time today though! The teleport lines are pretty dang cool and stand out! 8D
I would never suggest putting those links in a reply so they can be accessed from tumblr.
[Images: Tweets by ALT-Immigration ( @ALT_uscis ), and one by Arianrhod7 ( @Arianrhod_777 ); transcripts and links follow]
ALT-Immigration: Contrary to the rumors, I am not organizing the biggest protest outside every ICE detention center including private detention centers nationwide on July First. Falsehood.
One person can not organize civil protests at all of these immigration detention centers. [Attached is a map of the US with immigration detention centers marked.]
I mean, the idea of having over a million people drive up to the nearest ICETAPO DETENTION CENTER and make a day out of it is just ridiculous. Even if chances are there is a detention center within an hour drive of where most live
One last correction: I definitely did not come up with the idea of bringing diapers, baby formula, children books and toys to throw over immigration detention fences.
FYI June 30th is the anniversary of the Immigration and Nationality Act of 1965 signed by President Lyndon Johnson at the foot of the Statue of Liberty. I would have picked June 30th and not July 1st if i were part of this. [Pic of the Statue of Liberty attached.]
No one volunteered to create a google doc with the list of all the ICE detention centers per state from that link and make it available to everyone to see and organize locally, carpool etc.
to end this thread. I was asked on a date by the Goons who do this. I do not feel like giving them a second date at the moment until at least after the World Cup is over. Busy. [In response to/attached link/pic of two people on their phones in front of the Twitter logo; caption reads, “Twitter sues federal government to keep anti-Trump user @ALT_uscis anonymous…”]
Oh dear, I seem to have fallen on my keyboard and transcribed all of the above tweets, with full links included! How clumsy of me!
And it didn’t even end there: I was so uncoordinated, I happened to stumble upon a google doc for arranging carpools, as was absolutely not suggested by ALT-Immigration. I only hope I’m not so clumsy as to accidentally include a link to it in this post.
This is worse. Looking at these you can tell they have no significant monetary value. They were confiscated as a fear tactic. Nothing more.
This picture breaks my heart everytime it appears in my dash. It’s a fear tactic, alright but—
The first one in the left corner: It’s a first communion rosary, and it’s not cheap.
The black one in the first line: That’s a widow rosary and it’s old.
The white one in the second line: is a commemoration rosary. It has a miniature picture in the round part. I haven’t seen that since the 70′s.
In the third line, multicolor one: It’s an Anima mundi, I have only seen those in the hands of Rosary ministery’s old ladies. The oldest ones are from the 80′s after Juan Pablo II came to Mexico for the first time. It’s one of the old ones, I know because the crucifixes are different.
The third one on the fourth line: Red and gold. The style is old, the metal is dark, that’s a 50′s rosary, probably a quinceañera one (or it’s maybe older, from the 40′s when the brides carried red roses with their offerings).
The fifth one on the fourth line: It’s a quinceañera rosary with Ignatius’s tear. The style is old and in my part of Mexico is orphan girls who used it. At least it was when I was young.
The third one of the fifth line: the blue one with the anchor. That one I have only seen in Veracruz and it doesn’t look new.
The fifth one on the fifth line: That’s a 90′s wedding rosary. Black and white patterns were popular on that date.
The fourth one on the last line: That’s a first communion rosary from the 30′s. It’s delicate and most probably silver.
The rest wrench my heart too, the humble everyday rosaries with wooden beads and knots. Those are cheap and bear the wear and tear of their user handling. But those I described are much more.
Those are mother’s rosaries.
Those are not just rosaries. Those are mementos, that’s the proof of their families stories. They are taking from them the only portable things they can carry to feel the connection to their families.
As
of April, 59% of U.S. adults who are eligible to vote are Gen Xers, Millennials
or “post-Millennials.” Yet if past midterm election turnout patterns hold true,
these younger Americans are unlikely
to cast the majority of votes this November.
Time to break the mold! This year, everyone votes!
The only (peaceful) way to keep Trump and the Republicans in check, is to vote.
If you’re not voting against these people then you’re voting for them. You can’t bitch about what Trump is doing to this country if you’re not even attempting to do something about it.
listen i say this every time i see a voting post, but if there’s a barrier that keeps you from physically voting (like, you go to college in a different place than your permanent address, you have work/school, you’re home with kids, you’re disabled, etc) YOU CAN GET A MAIL IN BALLOT.
It’s called “absentee voting”, and over half of states don’t even require any sort of documentation for you to get one. You can literally just. Request one.And then you can vote by mail ahead of time, saving yourself So. Much. Stress.
Oregon has mail in ballots for everyone, and we consistently have high voter turn out, which is why I spread this info, every chance I can.
Note: Also, technically your employer has to give you a couple hours off on election day if you’re working more than a certain number of hours, but losing paid hours isn’t an option for a lot of people. So get on that absentee request!
I’m going to get political for half a second and say absentee voting is really easy!
I know it’s a lot easier to vote in Australia than in the US but PLEASE don’t let the fact this may be your first time voting dissuade you from doing so because it’s new and unfamiliar. A lot of people in the current government are counting on your uncertainty so they can stay in power. I vote absentee or vote early at a designated polling office to avoid crowds on election day - and our election days are on weekends! Look into absentee voting as a real option for you!
I’m onto 34 friends and haven’t been gift-blocked yet. :D Have heard from others who have got 60/150/more than me friends that they’re kinda regretting posting their code in the code sharing chat. 8′D
I kinda wish there’d be an update where you could list friends via who you haven’t gifted yet, and/or maybe ranking. And also to freaking swipe between friends, rather than having to exit out their profile and click on the next person.
I usually walk everywhere with my headphones on, but I had them in my bag and I was reading a book on my phone instead (I do that when the foot traffic is light). A young Latina was coming down the street as I was coming up the avenue, and when she got to the corner a few paces ahead of me, she turned to walk in the direction I was going. We were traveling at the same speed, but since she was like ten paces ahead and it’s bright outside in the middle of the day, I didn’t feel the need to fall back or slow down to give her more space. At night, I try not to walk too close behind women just so they don’t feel like I’m any sort of threat.
We got to a corner and this dude standing outside of the bodega was like, “Slow down mama where you goin? You don’t have to work today, you can stop and speak.”
She didn’t break her stride. “I’m going to the gym.” The Walk sign was on, so I didn’t break mine either.
A block later, a young guy was coming toward us on the sidewalk riding his bike.
“What’s good shorty?”
She didn’t respond.
“Well you was lookin, you can say something, stuck up bitch.”
We kept walking.
In the middle of the next block, an older man was walking toward us and he put on a friendly smile and said, “Smile young lady, it’s a beautiful day.”
I don’t know if she smiled, but we kept walking. She went into the gym and I kept on toward where I was going thinking about how that was just five minutes of her day. How many other blocks of five minutes are just like that?
Only one of them was truly aggressive. The other two guys seemed nice enough and it felt more like a pleasant compliment. It felt like the kind of thing a guy says who argues with women online about catcalling. “We’re not all bad guys. We can’t even compliment women? We can’t even say something nice?”
No. You really can’t. I was annoyed in that five minutes and I just happened to be walking behind her with no headphones on. Can you imagine those five minutes over and over every day of your life? Nobody wants to be spoken to by strangers day in and day out forever regardless of what they’re saying.
So no. You can’t say anything. The quality of your life has not decreased because you aren’t allowed to say nice things to strange women on the sidewalk, but your silence greatly increases the quality of hers. So just be quiet, and let her go where she’s going.
The quality of your life has not decreased because you aren’t allowed to
say nice things to strange women on the sidewalk, but your silence
greatly increases the quality of hers. So just be quiet, and let her go
where she’s going.
…Dammit. I’ve started updating my fic master list and now realised I have a slight problem. For the most part, it’s fine, since I can link to old fic in the previous account and new fic in the new account — the problem lies when I have a multi-chapter/part fic that goes across both because I use the fic title tag to link to all parts, rather than the url.
I could repost all previous parts to the new account but -what the fuck, Adapt has forty parts??- that’d take a while, and I sometimes add a new part after leaving a fic for years.
I guess I’ll just link to the old journal tag and the new journal tag instead for now, hmmm.
(No, but seriously, didn’t think I’d written that many Adapt snippets, what the heck.)
