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I worked at a community museum run out of a historic freight house, next to the train tracks and historic station and engines and other cars. We hosted model train enthusiasts to set up a display every month. Pretty sure the only NT visitors were the confused people trying to buy train tickets.

Some lady brought her teen semi verbal son in all the time. He'd flap and vocalize and jump up and down. He'd run to the door and watch from the railing rocking back and forth so incredibly excited when we told him the train was on its way (you could hear the whistle as it passed the crossing before ours). He was in fucking love.

Some lady from out of town had the nerve to try and ask me to kick the kid and mom out bc he was disrupting her visit. The look on the mom's face like "oh no, not from here, not from here too" made me so fucking mad. I agreed that someone was disrupting other visitors, and asked the karen to leave. She threw a fit. I was like "You're harassing a regular visitor on the basis of disability. Please leave the premises."

Karen left. I started writing an email explaining to my boss ahead of the inevitable complaint. The mom came up and was like "thank you for making this a place my kid can be happy and himself" and I'm like "ma'am this is a train musuem. If we didn't have autistic visitors we wouldn't have visitors."

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In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"

We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines

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We will be feeding our grandchildren strawberries and raspberries we grew in our gardens, dragging them along to the farmers' markets for tomatoes and eggs and goats milk and pickles and pecans and salsa and sunflower seed butter and jars of honey, as they complain and drag their feet because Gramma always stands around talking to people for like an HOUR

and we will say "When I was YOUR age, fruits and vegetables came from a supermarket and they were bred to get shipped 1000 miles in a truck and sit on shelves for weeks, and they tasted so sour and watery it was like eating paper compared to these ones. It wasn't even legal in some places to grow your own food"

and they will roll their eyes like yeah yeah just because everything was miserable in the 20s doesn't mean I have to have a smile on my face standing in the hot sun while you listen to that one guy talk about his bees FOREVER

But they will go, because there might be baby goats.

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Since I made this post, dozens and dozens of people have left tags telling me that it was the first thing today that made them want to continue living, that it was the first thing that made them consider that they might be okay years in the future, that they might grow old, that it was the first and only post of its kind they'd ever seen—the first post that boldly predicts a future where we make it.

And many other people have been just spitting, foaming at the mouth fucking FURIOUS. How dare I have the audacity to imagine a future where things get better?

Don't I know how BAD things are? Am I not aware of the TERROR and DEVASTATION of climate change and fascism and biodiversity loss? How dare someone be so bold, so callous, as to imagine something other than misery and suicide. How dare someone suggest it will get better. How dare a person propose that there is a future where we will be okay, in the face of so much terror. Hasn't she seen the abyss opening its jaws before us?

Well? What do you think?

Do you think I've seen the abyss?

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the idea that there is hope for the future is the only way we have this kind of future.

there were kids who stayed inside because of the black plague and went on to help cure it.

there were women who sat at home and cleaned the house and dreamt up a world where they could vote and have jobs.

there were kids in the mines who thought up a life outside of it. there were children who hid in annexes and wrote a diary where they prayed for a future without a terrible man in control

there were slaves who wanted freedom so badly and had hope that it would get better

there were gay people who hid in the corners of clubs and fought back for a future where they could walk down the street together

do you know what all of that has in common? they had hope that things would get better and they made that change. they looked at the world in its cruel ways and fought back.

so now, there are kids and teenagers and young adults and new adults who dream of a world so beautiful and the only amazon their grandchildren know is the rainforest

and it is in everything we do that we find this hope. wishing on dandelions, counting the stars, making our own clothes out of crochet or knit or sewing it, watching the sunset, going to the farmer’s market, feeding the birds, planting seeds.

step by step, we dream up, like our ancestors before us, a beautiful world

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THE ONLY AMAZON OUR GRANDCHILDREN WILL KNOW IS THE RAINFOREST

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The only Amazon our grandchildren will know is the rainforest. @lesbiangingerjughead

Ink: Diamine Tranquility

Request by @bernoullis-quaver

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Hey. Your brain needs to de-frag. Literally it needs you to sit there and space out.

If you want your memory or executive function to improve, stare out a window at the skyline or sidewalk or trees or birds on the electrical wires for like 20+ minutes per day. (With no other stimulation like a podcast or TV if you can manage but hey baby steps innit). If you're fortunate enough to have safe outside with any bits of nature, go stare closely at a 1 meter square of grass and trip out on the bugs and shapes of grasses and stuff.

Literally this will make you smarter. Our brains HAVE TO HAVE this zone out time to do important stuff behind the scenes. This does not happen during sleep, it's something else.

That weird pressurized feeling you get sometimes might be your brain on no defrag.

Give your brain a Daily Dose Of De-Frag.

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getting told to de-frag on the fragulating website

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“You know you're allowed to want things, right?” There's a tinge of exasperation in Link’s voice as they traverse across the lush forest of Faron. The hero’s boots trample the underbrush, sticks snapping and rocks skidding with every step. If it wasn't for the fact that Link kept glancing to his side, he wouldn't even know the demon was beside him. He always moved with an inhuman grace. Link didn't know whether it was from his hundreds of years on the Surface, or if it came free with being a sword spirit.

“I want to serve you in the best way that I can,” Ghirahim responds, barely even looking at Link. It's the same hollow, monotone response that comes every time this topic is broached.

He doesn't understand it. This is not the same demon that he prevented from ending the world. He would be relieved if it wasn't so unnerving.

“When you were serving Demise, wasn't there anything you desired besides resurrecting him?”

Ghirahim doesn't respond, staring ahead as they continue to walk. Link squints, hand grabbing the other's arm. “Hey, I'm talking to you-”

The demon jerks away from the touch as if it was searing, finally facing Link. “Is that an order?”

Ghirahim's eyes have all but narrowed into slits, and it takes everything in Link to not back down under the smothering glare. He clenches his jaw, trying to sound stern. “If that's what it takes, yes.”

“I wanted you dead,” he sneers. “No, I wanted you worse than dead. I wanted you to beg for mercy as I dragged my blade through your pathetic, fragile body until you went limp.”

There's a moment where Link is too taken back to respond. They're locked in time, glaring at each other as the sunlight filters through the overhead leaves. It's gone suspiciously silent, other than the buzz of a few gadflies. That is, until Link lets out a snort.

“What- what are you laughing at?” Ghirahims voice becomes borderline shrill.

“This whole time I thought you were broken, thought you had turned into Fi.” Link chuckles, unable to keep the grin off his face. “When in reality, you're just so pissed off that the person you hate the most is the one that saved you.”

Ghirahim doesn't dignify him with a response.

#ghiralink #getting back on tumblr seems to mean getting back into my old ships

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How do they choose which sand to be the glass and which sand to be the sand in an hourglass... Imagine you and your best friend were two grains of sand and you had to be in the hourglass and your bestie had to be the glass. Ur together but youve never been more apart. A Sick and twisted practice hourglassery is...

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This was me off 1 chocolate croissant

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brb trying this

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I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

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Thanks to whoever tried, but I knew they'd never allow it.

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Let's do it the old fashioned way. Spread it far and wide.

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Do you have the Libby library app?

Meet Libby. Discover and enjoy ebooks and audiobooks from your local library.

If not, download it to your phone, and under "Add library card" select the button to search for a library and start typing in "queer"...

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Self reblog, especially important for USA friends today !

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