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What Is It Like To Age With Autism?
Fuck me, this is wild. The whole article is worth reading, but there's a one-two punch in the opening, that potentially 90% of adults with autism aren't diagnosed and 1% of autism research focuses on midlife and older age.
I know very well the running joke that children with autism evaporate when they hit 18 because so much autism research and media is focused on children. It just really hits home how we don't even goddamn look at adults with autism let alone speak with them or study their experiences.
I'm not even autistic but I have plenty of autistic friends and this makes me furious. What the actual fuck. I'm about to start the Evaporation Fund for Adult Autism Research.
So I want to do one Zutara piece per month and I noticed I didn’t post one for March so uhh… pretend this is for march. Idk if that is possible each month one Zutara but I will try. Anyway, I like how this one turned out. Kinda new for me to draw backgrounds and all but oh well.
In the heart of the eternal twilight, where the veil between worlds thins to a whisper, two souls meet upon the mirror-still waters of the Forgotten Lake.
Her hand rests lightly upon his chest, feeling the steady drum of his heart beneath silk and skin. His fingers brush her cheek with a reverence usually reserved for sacred relics. In that touch, centuries of searching dissolve. Every lifetime they have missed one another, every dream that has ended too soon, every star they have wished upon in separate skies—all converge here.
The vortex tightens, drawing the petals and light inward until the air hums with raw power. For one breathless instant, the two figures seem to merge with the glow itself, becoming part of the living poem written by the cosmos.
And in the silence between heartbeats, the lake whispers their names—names older than language, older than time—Zuko and Katara—binding them once more in a promise that no world, no veil, no eternity can ever break again.
A Sonnet—By phoebester
A gift to @caettey @pineapple-frenzy
A BIRD POOPED ON MY HEAD ON THE WAY TO WORK.
HOW DO YOU KNOW THE BIRD WAS ON THE WAY TO WORK?
DONT MAKE ME ANGRIER THAN I AM
crazy how naruto has a son with his own spin-off but it had zero cultural impact
it would have been different if he and sasuke had had a baby
hey everyone "I" have something to show "you"
There was recently a copyright infringement case in YA and I need everyone to know that the following sentence was in the legal decision:
“Hot, sexy, dangerous boys, central to virtually all young adult romance novels, cannot be copyrighted.”
“Regarding setting, the court held that both works taking place in Alaska high schools was not protectable because Alaska is a public place and setting a teen novel in a high school is a common genre convention.”
Freeman v. Deebs-Elkenaney | Loeb & Loeb LLP
I've read the entire decision (skimming over the purely legal precedent/definitions bit) and here are some of my favorite bits:
shapely sugar bowl
i really genuinely wish I could hit chatgpt with my bare fists and hear its pityful electronic voice fade into glitched robotic gibberish and choking beeps as I hit it before I smash it for good and it shuts the fuck up forever
no no it's fine
why are so many people wondering if I'm horny for chatgpt. it's like the most unfuckable robot ever created heeell NO
dragging you out of the tags like it's the last thing I'll ever do on this site
the full video
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This has been in my queue for months.
I missed it last year and I vowed that would NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.
So I just saw the most incredible production of Macbeth that wove parental grief into the whole regicide plot in such a fascinating way.
So at the very beginning of the play there was a scene where Macbeth and Lady Macbeth are at a funeral as the primary mourners. A stretcher is carried on with a covered body. The body was notably very small. They laid flowers on it and Macbeth immediately left for battle.
Now *I* studied Shakespeare in college so I immediately knew there is one single line that implies that the Macbeths lost a child at some point. Most of the time this isn't utilized in productions; it's just a throwaway line, intended to paint just how determined Lady M is for this regicide thing to work and how furious she is that her husband has cold feet. In this production she delivers "I have given suck, and know how tender tis to love the babe that milks me" nearly in tears. She takes a moment to steel herself before saying, "I would while it was smiling in my face, have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums and dashed the brains pit, had I so sworn" and she very nearly SCREAMED this in Macbeth's face.
Also noted was how the Macbeths looked at Macduff's children. Lady M was clutching her heart, nearly breaking watching them embrace their parents. Macbeth could not even look at them.
At the end of Lady Macbeth's plot, when she is sleepwalking and sleeptalking, she is typically portrayed as speaking to no one or to her husband. However, at a certain point of her monologue she got on her knees, raised her voice to a comforting octave, and began miming tear wiping, hand holding, hair and face stroking, around a child-sized figure. "Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on’s grave." Then she stands and appears to take the child's hand. "Go to bed, go to bed. I can hear knocking at the gate-" then she looks down and realizes that no one is there, followed be the most heartbreaking shriek I've ever heard followed by a full minute of her just weeping while curled up on the floor before she stood up, finished her monologue and left the stage.
Most of the time when the loss of a child is utilized in a performance or adaptation, it is assumed that the child was an infant and lost some time ago. To imply that the child died IMMEDIATELY prior to the events of the play and had been cared for and loved by their parents for a few years adds such a fascinating layer to the desperation to ascend to the throne, Lady M's madness, and Macbeth's initial hesitation into "in for a penny, in for a pound" attitude, Macbeth's fury that Banquo's, not his, children will take the throne, and even Macbeth's eventual demise following a frenzied final battle.
How far will grief push you to fill a hole? How far will grief push you to desperation? And what happens when none of your new pursuits are filling the void left by the one you lost? And what happens when you realize you have nothing left to lose?
It was a PHENOMENAL production.
When I was in grade school I used to send emails to biologists and zoologists asking them questions to get answers to include in school projects I was working on, and would cry when they did not respond because I thought I was stupid for thinking that some random kid would ever be deserving of a response from someone who does something as smart and cool and important as *checks notes* studies frog fungus.
Now, at 29, I’m lowkey having a panic attack because my academic email is filled with middle schoolers wanting me to answer their questions about pygmy raccoons and I keep putting off answering them because I’m so overwhelmed with all the other raccoon stuff I have to do.
Anyway, greatest apologies to any scientist I ever emailed as a child and also an adult.
I know your research is really important and I appreciate all you are doing but this is so fucking funny
just remember, one day you're going to open tumblr and the crabs will be raving like they never have before
We will meet here again on that day. This is my sacred promise to you.
at some point during high school i drew a centaur girl with large breasts because i wanted to draw a character that looked like me, and my biofamily got real upset about it. "why are they so large" because mine are that large. "wouldn't that make it hard for her to run" interesting that you think that but keep trying to make me run. "don't draw things like this, it's morally bad" ok i and my apparently inherently pornographic body will just be over here trying to avoid being looked at
this is not to say porn is bad, tbc. i just wasn't a fan as a teenager of being treated like it was impossible to look at bodies like mine non-sexually. frankly i'm not a fan of it now either lmao. i keep kind of thinking about how so many female protagonists are canonically flat or small-chested girls/women who textually wish they had larger breasts, but i can't remember the last time i encountered a protagonist with large breasts where that fact wasn't meant to be sexual. what is up with that dynamic and how do i destroy it
it's like... in order to be accepted as a woman, the character has to desire the idealized form of The Perfect Woman (or if she's a #feminist, reject and detest that same idealized form, but the focus on it is often still there). but in order to be a non-pornographic protagonist, she can't attain it. the moment you have a large enough chest you don't really get to be a normal character anymore, you have to go to sex world. idk. probably someone better read than me has written some sort of papers on this. idk what search terms to use though
ELVIRA: MISTRESS OF THE DARK
1988, dir. James Signorelli
this isn't a bug he just can't drive stick