My 51 year old therapist mother LOVES Pokemon go
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My 51 year old therapist mother LOVES Pokemon go
my fucking privacy
Two identical infants lay in the cradle. āOne you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,ā the Faeās voice echoed from the shadows. āIām taking both my children,ā the mother said defiantly.
Once upon a time there was a peasant woman who was unhappy because she had no children. She was happy in all other things ā her husband was kind and loving, and they owned their farm and had food and money enough. But she longed for children.
She went to church and prayed for a child every Sunday, but no child came. She went to every midwife and wise woman for miles around, and followed all their advice, but no child came.
So at last, though she knew of the dangers, she drew her brown woolen shawl over her head and on Midsummerās Eve she went out to the forest, to a certain clearing, and dropped a copper penny and a lock of her hair into the old well there, and she wished for a child.
āYou know,ā a voice said behind her, a low and cunning voice, a voice that had a coax and a wheedle and a sly laugh all mixed up in it together, āthat there will be a price to pay later.ā
She did not turn to look at the creature. She knew better. āI know it,ā she said, still staring into the well. āAnd I also know that I may set conditions.ā
āThat is true,ā the creature said, after a moment, and there was less laugh in its voice now. It wasnāt pleased that she knew that. āWhat condition do you set? A boy child? A lucky one?ā
āThat the child will come to no harm,ā she said, lifting her head to stare into the woods. āWhether I succeed in paying your price, or passing your test, or not, the child will not suffer. It will not die, or be hurt, or cursed with ill luck or any other thing. No harm of any kind.ā
āAhhhhh.ā The sound was long and low, between a sigh and a hum. āYes. That is a fair condition. Whatever price there is, whatever test there is, it will be for you and you alone.ā A long, slender hand extended into her sight, almost human save for the skin, as pale a green as a new leaf. The hand held a pear, ripe and sweet, though the pears were nowhere ripe yet. āEat this,ā the voice said, and she trembled with the effort of keeping her eyes straight ahead. āAll of it, on your way home. Before you enter your own gate, plant the core of it beside the gate, where the ground is soft and rich. You will have what you ask for.ā
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OH. canāt believe I forgot about such an important part of art history my apologies
It even crashes like a car in a ps2 game
Overcome by my suspicion that even seemingly mundane things in the natural world still have important properties that we don't even know about, either because we don't know how to detect them yet or we haven't observed then yet under the right conditions or because they somehow don't lend themselves to the reductionist framework in which science operates.
A team of researchers affiliated with several institutions in Spain and the U.S. has announced that they have discovered a new property of l
Like how long have people been studying light? And then just a few years ago, they discover a whole new property of it that wasn't even suspected.
hate what people did to the dead dove tag
mothers and fuckers of the jury. "Dead dove: do not eat" is a label on a bag in the fridge. It means "the content of this bag is exactly what is labeled". It does not mean "trigger warning uhhh something". In fact, it means the exact opposite of "trigger warning uhhh something", because you use it with other tags. You write a fucked up fic with extreme violence and gore, you tag it as "extreme violence", "gore" and you tag it with "dead dove: do not eat". You write a fic with emotional abuse, gaslighting and manipulation, you tag it with "emotional abuse", "gaslighting" and "dead dove: do not eat". You write a fic with your extremely niche kink that appeals to like 3 other people and may skeeve out the rest of the fandom, you tag that with your kink and "dead dove: do not eat". It's so people know you really mean the content warnings.
It's NOT a catch-all term for "uhhh this may be fucked idk". TAG YOUR SHIT GENEROUSLY.
What do you think? Do you like this idea?
Would buy, Iām aro/ace
Not aro/ace, but would definitely buy a Pride Knights patch with my flag
Would buy, not aro/ace (gift)
Cool, but I donāt buy patches
I donāt like it
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āIf autism isnāt caused by environmental factors and is natural why didnāt we ever see it in the past?ā
We did, except it wasnāt called autism it was called āLittle Jonathan is a r*tarded halfwit who bangs his head on things and canāt speak so weāre taking him into the middle of the cold dark forest and leaving him there to die.ā
Or ālittle Jonathan doesnāt talk but does a good job herding the sheep, contributes to the community in his own way, and is, all around, a decent guy.ā That happened a lot, too, especially before the 19th century.
Or, backing up FURTHER
and lots of people think this very likely,
āOh little Sionnat has obviously been taken by the fairies and theyāve left us a Changeling Child who knows too much, and asks strange questions, and uses words she shouldnāt know, and watches everything with her big dark eyes, clearly a Fairy Child and not a Human Like Us.ā
The Myth of the Changeling child, a human baby apparently replaced at a young age by a toddler who āsuddenlyā acts āstrange and feyā is an almost textbook depiction of autistic children.
To this day, āautism warrior mommiesā talk about autism āstealingā their āsweet normal childā and have this idea of āgetting their real baby backā which (in the face of modern science)Ā indicates how the human psyche actually does deal with finding out their kid acts unlike what they expected.
Given this evidence, and how common we now know autism actually is, the Changeling myth is almost definitely the result of peopleās confusion at the development of autistic children.
Weirdly enough, that legend is now comforting to me.
I think itās worth noting that many like me, who are diagnosed with ASD now, would probably have been seen as just a bit odd in centuries past. Iām only a little bit autistic; I can pass for neurotypical for short periods if I work really hard at it. I have a lack of talent in social situations, and Iām prone to sensory overload or you might notice me stimming.
But hereās the thing: life is louder, brighter and more intense and confusing than it has ever been. I live on the edge of London and I rarely go into the centre of town because itās too overwhelming. If I went back in time and lived on a farm somewhere, would anyone even notice there was anything odd about me? No police sirens, no crowded streets that go on for miles and miles, no flickery electric lights. Working on a farm has a clear routine. Iād be a badass at spinning cloth or churning butter because I find endless repetition soothing rather than boring.
Iām not trying to romanticise the past because I know it was hard, dirty work with a constant risk of premature death. I donāt actually want to be a 16th century farmer! What Iām saying is that disability exists in the context of the environment. Our environment isnāt making people autistic in the sense of some chemical causing brain damage. But we have created a modern environment which is hostile to autistic people in many ways, which effectively makes us more disabled. When you make people more disabled, you start to see more people struggling, failing at school because theyāre overwhelmed, freaking out at the sound of electric hand dryers and so on. And suddenly it looks like thereās millions more autistic people than existed before.
āā¦disability exists in the context of the environment.ā
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That last paragraph is absolutely important.
āHow come nobody ever heard of ādyslexiaā until widespread literacy became a thing?ā
That dyslexia comment is genius
Interestingly, Dyslexia is less common in non-english speaking countries. And almost unheard of in countries that use some sort of pictograms for lettering (e.g. Chinese and Japanese).
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Why do the computer and printer have a complicated relationship
have you met a printer
yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she canāt even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that sheāll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say āsuch a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone elseā¦ā and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-
did she just win.
I shall prepare a stew for the wedding! Extra salt!
wait wait wait stew goblin wait
get ready for the wedding
Toddler accidentally cursed himself into an identity crisis today.
Heās been crossing stuff out with chalk. He asked me to write his name for him, crossed it out, and had a panicked meltdown because he thought it meant he didnāt exist any more.
Every hour or so he asks me āam I [his name?]ā and wants reassuring hugs.
Iām enjoying the implication that he was perfectly delighted with arbitrarily erasing things from existence until it affected him personally
Thatās just how toddlers are.
you dont need the butter pillow you dont need the butter pillow you dont need the butter pillow
all i'm getting from the tags and replies on this post is the butter pillow has cast a devious spell on most of you. you have fallen for the trap of the butter pillow.
how easily the human will crumples in the face of the butter pillow
If StarClan has spoken, then it must be so. Fire will save our Clan.
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yesterday I got the "are you a boy or are you a girl" question from a six-year-old, and I told her that some people aren't boys or girls (like me!) I was expecting her to be a little confused, but she nodded thoughtfully and said, "wow, just like snails."
I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should-
There is absolutely a platonic explanation for that
But I will also entertain the non platonic for my own edification do u understand