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MY UNCLE IS BACK MY DADDY IS BACK RHAE IS BACK
On the seventh day, a cloud of ravens burst from the towers of Dragonstone to bring Lord Aegonâs word to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. To the seven kings they flew, to the Citadel of Oldtown, to lords both great and small. All carried the same message: from this day forth there would be but one king in Westeros. Those who bent the knee to Aegon of House Targaryen would keep their lands and titles. Those who took up arms against him would be thrown down, humbled, and destroyed.
Aegonâs conquest, World of Ice and Fire
RHAENA TARGARYEN: THE CAGED BIRD
Rhaena Targaryen was the daughter of King Aegon III Targaryen. Rhaena, along with her sisters Elaena and Daena, was one of the infamous sisters of Baelor I Targaryen housed in the Maidenvault, becoming known as the âThree Maids in the Tower.â Baelor imprisoned them in comfortable confinement so the sight of them would not tempt him or others in his court to mortal lusts. Rhaena, unlike her two sisters, never chaffed at her confinement. She was heavily influenced by her brother Baelor and became a Septa of the Faith.
(poem by Maya Angelou)
autistic princesses wearing magical noise-cancelling headphones at balls and dinners!
autistic knights stimming by tapping their armour!
autistic witches excelling at magical school because magic is their special interest!
~*~ AUTISTIC FANTASY CHARACTERS ~*~
Alyza kept twisting her hand on her finger, and smiled hesitantly, not sure how much she should say.  Sometimes people really wanted to know about her maps but most of the timeâŚ. the image of ripping paper filled her mind.
 âOf hereâ she said carefully âIâm making it.  A map of the red keep.â
she carefully monitored the other girls face, hoping desperately she wasnât saying too much, but quickly got caught up in explaining herself, talking too fast in her excitement.
"Iâm taking down notes, and marking out passageways. Â There are secret ones on all of the maps that Iâve studied of the Red Keep, but none of them are the same. Â So Iâm going to find out whatâs real and whatâs not, and Iâm going to make my own map, which Iâm doing right now, one with absolutely everything."
She grinned âThere was never supposed to be a real map of here, you know, it was all supposed to be a secret, but I am going to unsecret it, and have the perfect, most secret map, all to myselfâ
"You can tell itâs mine" she added as an afterthought, "Because it has my symbol.  All mapmakers sign their maps, if anyone sees this, except that they probably wonât, because itâs mine, theyâll know Alyza made itâŚ." carefully studying the girls face she added slowly "want to see?"
"Of here ?!" she said surprised. She was not sure she got it, wasn't there plenty of maps of the Red Keep around already ? There had to be. ... Or maybe not, no, wait -- even as someone who had grown up there, the Keep was full of unexplored places and secrets that Maegor had kept to his grave. Although she was way too scared to explore those, she hoped she would know of them one day. She had tried to look for historical evidences herself, looked through books about Maegor's reign but the information was scarce.
"You are right. King Maegor the Cruel made all those passages and then he killed anyone who knew so only Targaryens would be aware of the secrets of the castle," she agreed. Too bad all of those had been lost ; after all, she was a Targaryen. She was allowed to know, she mused as she listened to the girl in silence. The prospect made her excited, she realized as she bounced on her feet a little, the girl's joy maybe rubbing off on her. This was quite a fantastic idea ! However, she was not sure about keeping her all to herself.Â
"Show me," she asked, maybe a little harshly, as she was used to speak that way ; most of her family would be more than a little harsh when asking things. "I'm a Targaryen, Maegor would have wanted me to know -- and I could help you. I live here ; I know my ancestors. This interests me," she added plainly.
celebrate autism awareness month by paying more attention to me and telling me im cute
This is autism
It is listening to a song while walking outside and being in another world, mouthing the words as I walk and tapping my fingers against my arms
It is relating so much to fictional characters that I am them and they are me
It is analyzing everything, it is when a book or a show I love is full of hidden treasures I can find if I think hard enough and connect all the logical linksÂ
It is analyzing fictional characters with passion, which in turn makes me better at understanding other people
It is a vivid, overactive imagination that allows me to travel to a thousand different worlds without having to move from my chair
It is the soft, soft and happy feeling of being covered with heavy blankets, like being in a pillow cloud, when I go to sleep
It is overwhelming happiness taking over my mind and body when someone shares an interest with me, when I start talking, talking, talking, when my mind goes too fast for my mouth and when sharing information makes me want to laugh and giggle because it makes me feel so good
It is jumping and bouncing on my chair in class, being unable to contain my excitement because we are talking about Shakespeare !! I love Shakespeare !!
It is crying of joy at theatre shows because I feel and see and hear everything so vividly that it feels like I am on stage with the actors
It is feeling free and like I am flying when I am finally able to let go and perform on stage and feel all the energy and the joy emanating from everyone
It is taking pictures of trees and of lakes because it fascinates me, it is staring at reflections in water because the beauty overwhelms me, it is sitting down and feeling serenity wash over me when I listen to water noises
It is feeling like flying whenever I swim, it is feeling whole
It is smiling and flapping my hands in disabled sports class because people understand me
It is me, this is autism, this is not sad, this is not a tragedy.
This post is some personal observations I have made about peopleâs perceptions of The Autism Spectrum. When I refer to âpeopleâ, I donât mean âall peopleâ, I just mean the people Iâve encountered personally, whether in real life or talking to online.
When people first learn about autism, itâs because their new friend [be it a real person or a fictional character] has been described as âhaving autismâ. These people, not really understanding what autism is yet, look at their friendâs characteristics and decide that all the traits they have are autism - thatâs what autism is, itâs being like Sherlock, Abed Nadir, Einstein, that quiet kid in class, your friendâs nonverbal son. The stereotypes can be nice (look at all the aspergers characters in film, books and television, which paint most of them as eccentric, bad with people, but nevertheless geniuses) or they can be bad (like âAutism momsâ complaining how difficult it is for THEM to raise their child⌠or Louis Therouxâ documentaries painting a bleak portrait of autism âsufferersâ).
At this stage, the person learning about autism usually seems to think of it as a binary state⌠like a lightswitch. Theyâll tell you you either HAVE AUTISM and are therefore exactly like the stereotype theyâve created (lights on) or you DONâT HAVE AUTISM because youâre not exactly like that stereotype (lights off).
If theyâve read up a little more, they might have seen the word âspectrumâ. Now they have a more generalized view of autism. But they get the idea of âspectrumâ wrong - they see it as a linear thing: a number-line, a scale, a dimmer switch or volume control, from Zero to Autistic â or from âlow-functioningâ to âhigh-functioningâ. At that point they say silly things like âYouâre very high-functioning!â or âNo, but I mean like, the really really autistic kids, who, like, canât do anything because they canât talkâ. They invent this linear relationship between a personâs verboseness and âhow autistic they areâ.
A lot of people seem to get stuck at this point, so I think the word âspectrumâ requires some explanation.
When I see the word âspectrumâ I immediately imagine a rainbow, or light being split from a prism. Iâm sure most people do. And sure, the spectrum of colours is derived from the electromagnetic spectrum - we get different colours at different wavelengths - itâs a continuous range.
BUT- where does white light come from? White light is a combination of all those different wavelengths. You can create new colours by mixing different colours together. You can make colours brighter by adding a little bit of the other colours. You can mix the wavelengths together at different intensities. Thereâs a lot of ways of combining colours.
Which essentially what the autism spectrum REALLY is. Which is why labels like âhigh functioningâ and âseverely autisticâ are dumb labels. Just because one autie excels at public speaking doesnât make them unanimously âhigh functioningâ. Conversely, I know of nonverbal auties who are masters of writing. To tell someone with a vibrant imagination, intense emotions, passionate interests and brilliant intellect that theyâre âlow-functioningâ because they donât vocalize their thoughts out loud is a massive insult. To refuse someoneâs pleas of help because theyâre âtoo high functioningâ is also a shitty thing to do (Iâm looking at you, ATOS).
Thereâs lots of ways in which we function, some of which are interdependent, others independent, and the levels vary wildly between autistic people, and they also vary wildly in non-autistic people too:
- Long-term memory
- Short-term memory
- Socializing
- Physical awareness
- Spatial awareness
- Vocal ability
- Verbal reasoning / ability to understand instructions
- Linguistic skills
- Mathematical and logical skills
- Executive function / Planning
- Ability to filter information
- Processing speed of sensory input
- Ability to focus / attention span
- Emotional self-awareness
[These might not be the exact distinct cognitive âfunctionsâ as according to all the sciencey literature, this was verbatim]
I see my functions as a bar chart. In the version I drew itâs a prism splitting white light into the whole spectrum, but the different colours fade out at different places (and itâs a homage to Pink Floyd :p). That bar chart can vary throughout the day, be markedly different on different days, and is always changing over time.
In times of anxiety all the functionality unanimously drains out of me. In a nice chilled out environment it all comes trickling back.
When Iâm in the zone doing something I enjoy, some of those rays of colour will be shooting off the image :D
(Note how thereâs no lines on the image denoting the âaverage personââs ability towards a particular function, because this shit is nigh on impossible to quantify person-to-person. All you can do is compare yourself to yourself)
I think thatâs more accurate than âlow functioningâ vs âhigh functioningâ ??????????
"You seem so highâ" I swear to god, donât even finish that sentence. I will cut you.Â
AMEN
Social expectations may also play a role in the underdiagnosis of girls. Itâs socially acceptable (or even desirable) for a girl to be âshyâ or quiet. The same passive tendencies in a boy are perceived as a lack of assertiveness, an unacceptable trait for males in our society. Throughout childhood I heard that term over and over again. Sheâs just shy. That excused everything. If I didnât participate in discussions in school, it was because I was shy. If I sat on the sidelines at a birthday party or went off to read in an empty bedroom at a family party, it was because I was shy. If I didnât want to be in the school play or I didnât have many friendsâall part of my shyness. It never occurred to anyone to ask why I liked to be alone or had few friends or avoided social situations. I was a good girl. I didnât make waves. What was the problem? Aspie boys are more likely to act out, which is a problem. And aspie boys seem to be less adept than aspie girls at learning to mimic social behaviors. Perhaps this has something to do with the nature of how girls and boys play.
-âWhen Being a Good Girl is Bad for Youâ from Musings of an Aspie (via theojoiegrise)
autistic probs : happy flapping and hitting yourself in the face
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Alyza froze. Â She hadnât considered that she might run into anyone, actually, she had been so caught up in the idea of mapping things out for herself, that she hadnât thought about there being other people around at all. Â She studied the girl in front of her, trying to decide what she should do. Â
Her general response to people around her age was to run away, ever since the failed experiment when Brynden tried having some children share lessons with her and they ripped one of her maps. Â It wasnât one of her favorites, but still she didnât particularly trust them, and Brynden hadnât made her speak to people unless she wanted to after that, so generally she kept company with adults. Â What they were going to do, could normally be figured out ahead of time, so there were less surprises.
Ohâshe blinked, realizing that the other girl had said something. Â Taking a moment to figure out what it was, she reached for her hair, wrapping it tightly around her finger.
"I have not met anyone yet." She replied hesitantly, hugging the map she was trying to draw close to her body with her free hand, unsure of what to say to someone when there wasnât something specific and particular going on. "This is a map." She added, knowing she was supposed to say something else, and hoping that would be enough.
The sudden silence between them worried her ; often, when people found her weird, they would stare at her before replying. Her septa had done that when she still had her, staring at her silently before sighing and sometimes not even explaining what she had done wrong.
She had expected the other girl to do the usual ; introduce herself, her name and where she came from, and then Rhaella would do the same and bow, but things did not go as they were supposed to and now the girl was panicking a little bit. She had no idea how this was supposed to go on now. She played with the hem of her sleeves as she tried to think. Mother always said that you had to use whatever the other person was talking about to make conversation, ask for clarifications or make them talk about it.Â
She could not possibly just leave, after all. It would be very rude, especially with a new person at the Keep, as the princess she had to give a good image.
"A map ? Of what ?" she managed to blurt out, to her relief, although she wished her words had come less jumbled up.
(goldenrhaella) Bundled up in her nightrobe, the little girl peeks from behind the ajar door, hesitating. She knocks, not sure if you're actually supposed to knock when the door's almost opened. "Grandfather ?"
"Yes?" He looked up from his book, his eyes adjusting to look further away in the dim candlelight.
Rhae opened the door and stepped in, finding her grandfather at his work. Not surprising ; but she really hoped she was no disturbance, and that much made her nervous. "Grandfather ? You said I could come if I wanted you to read me a story.. If you do not have too much work, of course, I would not want to keep you away from important things."
whispers I did not forget you guys. Was just on hiatus with my main, and therefore with RhaeRhae too. She shall return. <3
Targaryen meme: four + happy targaryen scenes
[4/4] â Lady Baela and Moondancer
Baela and her twin sister, Rhaena, each had a dragon egg. When Rhaenaâs egg hatched the hatchling was unhealthy and died within hours of emerging from the egg. Baelaâs egg hatched a healthy dragon that she named Moondancer.
targaryen meme | targaryen family dynamics [8/8]: queen rhaella and viserys targaryen
Queen Rhaella sheltered her young son Viserys from the truth about his father Aerys II as much as possible.
"Nice horses wonât do bad things to nice princesses, princess." Pod smiled a little, a small red shade covering his cheeks.Â
The princess had been kind to him. Not many were kind to him. Most acted like they donât even see him and it hurt. He didnât said so, but it did.
She giggled at the boy, flapping her hands a little -- it was a really lovely thing to say.Â
"I suppose I was too little to know that. I was scared I would fall so Father had to hold me. Otherwise I would cry."
This was silly, honestly, for a girl like her who liked to hide in dragon skulls to play to be scared of riding.Â