A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was âheâs got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so heâd be more comfortableâ and it made me realise the world isnât all that bad
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying âYou can pet me, but donât pick me up!â One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him âdid you see the sign?â He said âyeah! it says that you can pick them up but donât pet them!â Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said âI didnât read it right did I?â And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said âits ok, i know youâve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shitsâ And I still havenât gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. Heâs a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like âhey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but yourâs is so small I think itâs a good place to start.â Ofc I was like âyes heâs very friendly!â So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks âcan I pick him up?â And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number twoâs lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes âhey man, itâs okay just relax Iâd never let anything hurt you. Heâs a good boy.â Iâll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5’3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like âah yes the two least intimidating living things Iâve seen in Boston all day heâll feel relaxed around themâ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
I love this
I was (of course it was) in NYC at the time, riding on the R train and this burly, tall, leather and black jeans with fuck off huge steel-plated knee-highs and a fourteen foot lime green mohawk gets on the train and sitâs down, his jansport backpack making this Ghu-awful THUNK as he sets it between his feet. And no one says anything. Everyone saw him because how could you not?
And he opens his bag and starts rustling through it and sets aside some YA novel that I donât remember but that it had this absolutely lovely lavender purple cover. and then he pulls out his fucking knitting and just goes to town. Just, minding his own business, knitting away intently, listening to his earbuds.
And wasnât a person on that train gonna say a DAMN thing about it. No one pointed or made any comments because this dude was built to crush motherfuckers. And he was knitting in public so you know he knew no fear and was happy and confident and then this little girl walked away from her mum and walked straight up to him and waved and her mother looked surprised (but not scared, this is NYC – we donât know fear because weâre too busy). But the guy sees this little girl wave at him and just gives her the BIGGEST SMILE and waves back and takes out an earbud and says hi and they start talking about knitting and how he learned on his own and she wanted to learn and her mother didnât know. But he suggested that there were knitting clubs and a lot of them were free and would happily help a new little knitter like her.
It was the single most adorable and heart warming thing of my life. Like hereâs this dude with a Rancid t-shirt that looks like it was probably printed in someoneâs flat fifteen years ago with an anti-nazi patch right over his heart and enough metal in his clothes to be worth recycling but a little girl waved and what type of nasty, heartless fuck doesnât smile at kids? That ainât punk.
Peter Parker, a Gen Z kid, screws up: Fuck, guess Iâll kill myself.
Steve Rogers, an artist during the 30âs and a soldier during WWII who knows full well what Dadaism and fatalistic humor are: Thereâs bleach under the sinkâ
Bucky Barnes, the guy who listened to Steveâs art rants in the 30âs, watched his back in WWII and went through 70+ years of shit: âAnd a rope in the supply closet if you want options.
Rest of the Avengers: ?????!!!!!!!?????
Shuri, also a gen z kid: donât be a coward, jump out the window. Have some style would you
Vision, the human internet who knows what Gen Z humor is: do a flip
– The fic starts out great, nice style, language, captivating summary. Itâs unfinished and has been abandoned since 2013.
– The fic is complete, nice style, language, tons of kudos speak for themselves. Itâs about your NOTP.
– The fic is about your OTP, Â itâs complete, itâs kinky as hell. The plot is absolutely dumbass.
– The plot sounds great, itâs about your OTP, itâs complete. The characters are horribly OOC.
 – Everything is perfect in this fic, starting from the first letter and ending with the last full stop. Itâs exactly 800 words long.
– The ficâs word count is a six-figure number, itâs about your OTP, characters are compliant with your head-canon. Itâs dull and boring as seven hells.
– The beginning is enthralling, everythingâs great, the plot, the style, itâs long and itâs even about your OTP. It features something that makes you close the tab as soon as you open it, like father/daughter incest or mpreg or some other squicky thing.Â
– Everything is perfect in this fic, the length, the characters, the language, the style, you forget youâre reading fanfic, thinking itâs a masterpiece of true literature, you cry tears of joy and write a huge review full of gushing love and then rush to the authorâs profile to read every other thing theyâve written. Itâs their only work.
non-autistic authors write autistic characters all the time. they just donât realize it. theyâd rather not admit it most of the time, either.
the thing is, non-autistic people have met autistic people more than enough times. however, due to their stereotypes about autism, they often canât identify it as autism. they see something is up, but they canât put their finger on just what is up.
so they see people like us and they know the âarchetypeâ which is autistic people. they write us all the time: airheaded professors, awkward nerds, pent up geniuses, etc.
when autistic people point out how strikingly obvious it is that this character is autistic, they usually deny it, or at best, they say the character is âif anything, extremely high functioningâ, which is more of a kick in the gut than a confirmation. we hardly get those, either.
so, hereâs the thing: there are some characters that are very obviously autistic to actual autistic people. pearl from steven universe and papyrus from undertale are two of the most agreed upon examples that iâve seen. nearly ever autistic fan of steven universe i met says, âyeah, sheâs autisticâ, and the same goes for papyrus.Â
when we, as a community, bring this up, however, we are shot down. âoh, heâs not autistic.â i once was told that – ironic as it was – my headcanoning papyrus as autistic offended autistic people or hurt autistic people. but iâm autistic and they werenât.Â
two autistic people were both agreeing – damn, this character is blatantly autistic – but non-autistic people felt the need to but in and say how horrible it was to âprojectâ onto characters with such a horrible thing.
listen, if you arenât autistic and youâre reading this –
if an autistic person says a character is autistic, can you just shut up about it?
because if youâve watched any amount of tv, read any amount of books, whatever – if youâve consumed stories, there are tons of autistic characters in them.
just because neither you nor the mediaâs creators knows shit about autism doesnât mean that the character canât be autistic.
either way, itâs none of your business.
we have little to none confirmed representation that isnât terrible and inconsiderately offensively written.Â
find something better to do with your time.
NT Author: *Writes lovingly nuanced character who is quirky, shy, physically sensitive, socially awkward, clumsy, brilliant at a few special topics and has the capacity to grow and learn friendship and love in a nontraditional way*
NT Author: They canât possibly be autistic!
NT Author: Iâm gonna write an autistic character!
NT Author: âDoesnât talk, rocks back and forth, loves trainsâ
Gonna say this as an author:
It is 100% okay to use the phrase âwell, they are now.â
If a ton of people approach you with a character you didnât realize you coded autistic, and theyâre like âfuck yeah, autistic character!â
You can 100% say âI didnât even realize thatâs what I was doing, but you know what? Sure. With the number of people who see it, Iâm not gonna say no. Theyâre autistic now.â
Nobody worth having around is going to be offended by that.
Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.
This is also hilarious because the Tudor portraits are upstairs on like the third floor so that fox also had to go up the stationary escalators long story short he was on A Mission
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