Inmates are Planning the Largest Prison Strike in US History

#September9 #EndPrisonSlavery 

Executive Dysfunction

For those who don’t know what ExDys is, a rough summary would be, “Doing stuf is hard.” Think you’re a lazy person, and wish you weren’t? It’s probably this. Executive Functioning is every part of your mental process that is involved in doing a task, from time management, prioritizing, and planning, to starting it, and focusing on it. Executive Dysfunction is when that’s buggered up a little bit or a lot. It’s extremely common in ASD and ADHD, as well as depression and anxiety disorders, and degenerative disorders like Parkinson’s and MS, and a whole bunch more. It’s very commonly (and dangerously) mistaken for laziness. 

So, I have seen a lot of posts on Executive Dysfunction and they’ve been very helpful. However, the tips are often mixed in with people’s stories and personal accounts. It can sometimes be difficult to find the important information, so I decided to collect and summarize a bunch of tips.

Not everything is helpful for everyone, and none of these are specifically study/homework/college/uni/work tips. Some of these might be over-simplified, feel free to google a specific tip to get more detail on it or whatever. Do what works, and feel free to add to this list!.

H.A.L.T.: Are you:

#that is a human as a rat as a cup

That was a long 12 years for Wormtail.

Can you imagine how differently their lives would’ve gone if Ron, in trying to transfigure Scabbers, had actually transfigured him back into a human? Just take a moment to imagine McGonagall’s reaction if Peter Pettigrew had abruptly appeared in her classroom from Ronald Weasley’s rat. Take a moment.

Or if Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die.

Ten and twenty years later first years are being pulled aside and warned never mess around in Transfiguration seriously the last time a kid mucked something up in that class Professor McGonagall used two semi-legal hexes, took down a Death Eater and sabotaged the rise of the Dark Lord before Potter had time to get his wand out.

What most of Hogwarts learned first on that otherwise-unexceptionable day was that Professor McGonagall could sure scream loud.

Professor Flitwick’s Charms 5th-year Charms class was close enough to catch the full effect, and the door had been left open besides; en masse the students recoiled with shock and a miscast Hiccuping Charm broke one of the windows (out which the entire flock of ravens they were practicing on escaped to the Forbidden Forest where they only had to worry about centaurs, rather than annoying young humans with wands).

Up in the Divination Tower, Sibyl Trelawny preened over her foresight to have warned her students of an unprecedented catastrophe likely to occur before the hour was out.

Out in Greenhouse Five, a NEWT-level Herbology class looked up in puzzlement, and most of them were subsequently bitten by the Venomous Tentaculae they were attempting to propagate. It does not do to ignore a Venomous Tentacula when you’re prodding at its intimate parts with a cotton ball held in tweezers, so the class was cancelled while two-thirds of the students headed for the infirmary and the rest of them headed into the castle because if they stayed with the Venomous Tentaculae they’d be outnumbered, and nobody wants that.

And down in the dungeons, Professor Snape turned away from comparing Lee Jordan’s Pepper-Up Potion to spoiled cream at what sounded like a woman screaming from the entrance hall. At the second scream, he ordered the class to remain where they were and behave, sweeping out of the room just in time to miss Theodore Nott suddenly jumping up and yelping as if someone had put a crocodile heart down the back of his robes.

Fred Weasley stepped back from the unfortunate Slytherin, shared a smirk with his twin, and stuck his head out the door to make sure Snape had rounded the corner before leading the way out of the classroom.

-

Back in the Transfiguration classroom, about four minutes ago, it had started innocently enough. Ron Weasley, possessed of a broken wand and a lurking suspicion that most of the family’s magical talent had been soaked up by his siblings before he was around to get any, had attempted to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, into a teacup.

Scabbers had not become a teacup.

Scabbers, blast his useless furry little backside, had become a furry, vaguely teacup-shaped monstrosity out of which absolutely no one would have been tempted to drink, and to make matters worse, he still had a tail.

It was moving.

Harry was hiding a smile behind his hand. Dean and Seamus weren’t even trying to hide, elbowing each other and laughing. Parvati and Lavender were looking with disgust and horror at either Scabbers or him, and Hermione was opening her mouth, no doubt ready to tell him exactly what he’d done wrong.

Which only made it worse that he really thought he’d done everything right this time.

He snatched Scabbers off the desk (eww, the base of the cup had the same texture as rat feet) and turned away from Hermione. He made the wand movement again, picturing in his mind the way McGonagall had demonstrated it. “Erreverto.”

“Erreverto. Erreverto. Erreverto.”

It didn’t work. It didn’t work when Professor McGonagall stopped by and gave Hermione two points for Gryffindor for getting the spell perfect in both directions. It didn’t work when Harry made his successful transfiguration (Ron looked; the pattern was a little bit furry but it was definitely a teacup). Ron’s lips formed the shape of a word that would’ve made his mother box his ears had she heard it and attempted the reverse transfiguration, which didn’t work either.

Finally, faced not only with the indignity of failure but the threat of Scabbers being stuck like that, he’d gone up to Professor McGonagall’s desk.

“Um, Professor?”

Professor McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and looked from him to the squirming teacup. “Problems, Mr. Weasley?”

“Um, yeah, Professor. I can’t get it to work in either direction and it’s not fair to Scabbers to make him stay as a teacup just because I can’t do a spell right and can you maybe … ?”

“I suppose so, Mr. Weasley,” she said, and waved her wand in the exact manner Ron had been doing all along.

Nothing happened.

Professor McGonagall looked very, very puzzled.

“Now that’s odd,” she said softly.

As one, the other students rose from their seats and quietly moved closer.

She did not attempt the transfiguration in the other direction. Instead, she made a complex motion with her wand and murmured an incantation that possibly only Hermione recognized. The teacup squeaked. Professor McGonagall looked more puzzled than ever, and made a sweeping wand movement that ended with a sharp jab and uttered, “Arcanum finite!”

And there was a loud bang, and there was a pale, pudgy, and very naked man sprawled out on her desk, and she jumped back hard enough to knock her chair into the wall and screamed.

-

Having taught a particularly rigorous course of magical study to children and teens for quite some time now, Minerva McGonagall had become accustomed to certain things. Students who didn’t listen. Students who did rude things to the mice when they thought she wasn’t looking. Students who accidentally turned a frog or a raven into a flock of starlings or a school of strange slimy South American fish (and tried to solve the immediate problem by filling the classroom with two feet of water, neglecting to consider the gap under the door). Students who tried to transfigure their noses into a more appealing shape and wound up in the hospital wing regrowing their nostrils.

Naked men on her desk was something Minerva McGonagall had never had an occasion to get used to. What made it worse was that she recognized this one, and he’d been dead for more than a decade.

Inferius! was her first thought, followed shortly thereafter by Animagus, which collided with Peter Pettigrew! and produced the utterly horrifying thought of what if all four of them were Animagi? which didn’t bear thinking about at all, so her brain jumped to if he wasn’t killed by a Dark Wizard then why didn’t he say so? and realized there was only one possible explanation why, and about that time her eyes registered that parts of Peter Pettigrew she really doesn’t want to know about were flopping about in front of her face, and she was screaming as she jumped back.

The flow of invective which followed somehow failed to surprise her one bit. Some part of her registered, peripherally, the shocked faces of her students, but most of her attention was directed at Peter Pettigrew, who at very least faked his own death and at worst framed Sirius Black and if Black didn’t betray the Potters then who … did. And the words poured out of her, filthy English and filthier Latin while Pettigrew squirmed on the table, his face rage and guilt and fear and something shifty and contemptible, and he turned to look at the stunned students and lunged for Ron Weasley’s wand.

-

Severus Snape had reached the Entrance Hall by the time the scream died away and the invective replaced it. He almost smirked, amid the alarm; of all the things he’d never expected to hear from Minerva McGonagall … he took the stairs two at a time, still not noticing the students who followed.

He did notice the Herbology class, which had stopped on the way to the Infirmary and were staring transfixed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, but pushed his way through them, getting Venomous Tentacula pollen all over his robes in the process.

From the other end of the corridor came Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear and pushing his way between students.

-

Ron looked stunned as the man who’d been his pet rat snatched the wand from his hand; Professor McGonagal’s expression shifted to one beyond fury and when the entire class recoiled, it wasn’t from the naked man with the wand.

“Laedo!“ Minerva McGonagall roared.

-

Ron Weasley’s wand cast a Splintering Curse many years beyond its rightful owner’s abilities, and it did Peter Pettigrew the poor favor of eliminating the door, which might have slowed him down a bit.

-

Severus Snape flailed and skidded to a halt as the Transfiguration classroom’s door shattered. He stepped back just in time, and stared, jaw dropped in shock, as a naked man he recognized from his school days flew past him and bellyflopped against the wall, bounced, and collapsed to the ground just in time to avoid the “Exitium!” which followed and vaporized an impresive chunk of the castle’s stone wall.

Fred and George and Lee Jordan, determined to stay at the front of the crowd, had been pushed almost against Professor Snape by their fellow Potions classmates and some pollen-coated Hufflepuffs. Fred squirmed aside hastily as Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, the look on her face so utterly livid that Professors Snape and Flitwick both reflexively stepped back.

Snape tripped over George’s foot and fell against a knot of Hufflepuffs, releasing another cloud of pollen and knocking them backwards. Pettigrew saw his opportunity and took it, scrambling to his feet, stumbling sideways, and launching himself towards the gap.

And Minerva McGonagall made a thrust with her wand and said, “Perdo.”

In the very loud silence which followed, Filius Flitwick squeaked, “The Splinching Charm, Minerva?”

She might’ve looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she smiled as she looked down at Pettigrew, who lay on his belly, his arms and legs lying akimbo some distance away.

“Unorthodox,” she said, “but useful in a pinch. If someone would inform the Headmaster, and send an owl to the Ministry—-not Fudge, not Crouch, someone competent—-Shacklebolt, perhaps. Students, return to your classrooms, please. Mr. Weasley, I’m very sorry, but I do believe it’s impossible to return you your rat. However, the zero I was going to have to give you for the day’s work is entirely undeserved, as you were not transfiguring a normal rat. You may make the lesson up any time this week.”

-

The story was, of course, much embellished by the time it reached all the students. Versions of it had the intruder peppering Snape with a Glitter Hex or transfiguring Ron’s rat into a pair of boxers, and people had to be disabused of the notion that it had been Voldemort who’d been hiding as a rat all this time.

Snape gave both Weasley twins detention for tripping him, and took forty-seven points total from Gryffindor over the next few weeks for various pretend-subtle pollen references.

Kingsley Shacklebolt showed up with a team of Aurors in time to meet Professor Dumbledore; the Wizengamot launched an investigation into the events surrounding the Potters’ murder; the results turned into a scandal which saw the release of Sirius Black and the forced resignation of both Director Bartemious Crouch and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Director of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones was confirmed as Minister of Magic shortly thereafte, and the Daily Prophet reported that Sirius Black (“Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived!” “Framed, Abandoned, Condemned to Living Hell!” “Heart-Wrenching: His Release In Pictures, Page 17!”) was considering applying for a teaching position at Hogwarts, “but just for a year, I’ve been cursed enough for one lifetime.” (“The Prophet reminds its readers that the so-called “curse” on a certain Hogwarts teaching position is almost certainly a mere string of coincidences.”)

And, Minerva thought with relish some months later, it was almost three weeks before anyone attempted messing around in her class.

A personal record.

I’ve probably reblogged this before but I’m going to do it again right now

I think this is literally the best au this entire fandom has produced

I’ve only seen this legendary bit of writing in memes and screenshots. I feel so blessed to see it in person.

Beautiful, simply beautiful!

go find what a fic of ur life would be tagged as on ao3

i   h a v e   m a d e   a   m i s t a k e

strictly platonic therapy rimming

existential capitalist handjobs I’m screaming lakjshdlkfhlashdf

lovecraftian library OC’s

Emotional scuba frottage

sorry about the breakfast striptease

"Potentially deadly library threesome." ... It's like they know me...!

YES

holy shit there is a name for it

Well damn. Explains a lot.

Suddenly I understand some of my fan base a LOT better.  That is Awesome. 

“holy shit there is a name for it” was my reaction before I even scrolled down to the comments.

I just need to keep reblogging this because I cannot even begin to tell you how profound a feeling of YES and THIS and THERE IS A WORD FOR ME OMG I get every time I see this, and I hope it helps others too.

seriously, anytime you see a post with a comment saying “theres a name for it?!” reblog that post because even if it doesnt apply to you any of your followers could be waiting for that revelation.

I remember when I found this I literally cried. This is me. What a relief to have a name for it.

Please reblog and donate if you can! Clara just wrote on her twitter today that she still really needs our help.

let’s give “kate bishop is asian” the same treatment we’re trying to give “steve rogers is bisexual.” let’s make it so prevalent it is practically indistinguishable from ~real~ marvel canon.

let’s make it so common that marvel has to address her identity as an asian-american woman.

let’s throw away the widely-held belief in marvel fandom that “non-specified” means white, the same belief that contributed to bumpercar candycrap’s casting as doctor strange.

let’s have an asian kate bishop.

صحفي بريطاني يعمل على مشروع تصوير العائلات السورية اللاجئه ويترك مكان الشخص المفقود - British journalist working on a project photographing Syrian refugee families and leave the place of the missing person

The first one killed me

Here’s something to chew on.

about me.jpg

honestly

In case you wanna read the article this quote is from: http://rolereboot.org/culture-and-politics/details/2016-05-daughter-know-ok-angry/

Cheo Hodari Coker on Luke Cage, SDCC 2016

Toronto held the largest Trans March in the world and it was lead by Black Lives Matter.

Tell me again how BLM is “invading” mogai spaces. Because from what I’m seeing, what they’re doing is giving some sorely-needed solidarity and support to traditionally ignored segments. Thank you, BLM, for standing with us in ways our own community often refuses to. I hope your movement extends out my way so I can have the opportunity to stand with you.

1. THE ENTIRE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES, all 435 seats, are up for re-election. 2. 34 SENATE SEATS are up for re-election. 3. 12 STATES are electing new governors: Delaware, Indiana, Missouri, Montana, (my home state of) New Hampshire, North Carolina (the infamous “bathroom bill” state), Oregon, Utah, Vermont, Washington, and West Virgina. 4. EVERY STATE has state elections: 42 out of 50 state senates are holding elections, and 44 out of 49 state houses are holding elections. 5. EVERY CITY will have city elections. You should learn who’s up for election in your town.

What I want to make clear here is that YOU DON’T HAVE TO VOTE FOR EVERYTHING ON A BALLOT!! Not voting in a section of your ballot DOES NOT invalidate it.

IF YOU DON’T WANT TO VOTE FOR PRESIDENT, BUT STILL WANT TO MAKE SOME CHANGE, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S HOLY, OR FOR LOVE OF LITTLE GREEN APPLES, OR EVEN FOR THE LOVE OF COOKIES, ***VOTE!!***

Need help registering? Click the “Rock the Vote” link to the right there, or send me an email.

A Houston woman in her 20’s who is called “Jenny” was raped and choked by a convicted serial rapist Keith Hendricks. While testifying against him in court, she had a breakdown, became incoherent, and ran out of the courtroom saying she’d never return. The prosecutor in the case had her arrested and put in jail for threatening not to show up to testify. Her mother and her attorney thought “Jenny,” who suffers from bipolar disorder, was put into a psychiatric hospital, when if fact, she was only hospitalized for a few days then then transferred to the Harris County Jail and put into the general population. The jail staff received erroneous reports that said Jenny was the sexual abuser rather than the abused victim. While incarcerated she was beaten.

How could you fuck up this badly, wait, STUPID QUESTION

There are so many things wrong with this that I can’t begin to count them.

One of my favorite posters from yesterday’s Montreal #blacklivesmatter protest ✨

I don’t get people who try counter the BLM movement with the “look, I’m not racist, I have black friends” line.

If you have black friends then

WHY 👏🏻 AREN’T 👏🏼 YOU 👏🏽 FUCKING 👏🏾 WORRIED 👏🏿 ABOUT 👏🏿 YOUR 👏🏾 FRIENDS 👏🏽

I live in fear for my black friends.

I worry that my black Jewish friends will be stopped by the cops guarding our synagogues because they don’t “look Jewish” enough

I worry that two of my friends who are both black men in interracial marriages with biracial sons will be suspected of kidnapping their own children because their little boys have fairer complexions

I worry that my friends in STEM will be stopped by campus police on suspicion of breaking into the labs in which they are PhD students and lab managers

I worry that my friend who is an AD for various films and TV shows will get pulled over when she’s on a location shoot somewhere rural and get assaulted

I worry that the black librarians I work with won’t make it home if they run an evening program or work a late shift on the desk one night

Like, forget political ideology for a minute. If you aren’t worried about your black friends being victimized by police brutality then YOU ARE A BAD FUCKING FRIEND.

US Politics Post

you know how i bug you to register to vote and then vote and it’s really super-annoying? well the republican party platform is rolling out and it includes a 100% ban on abortions and revocation of same-sex marriage and no background check for guns and oh yes also conversion therapy for LGBTQ+ people so yeah me bugging you is not going to change sorry not sorry please register to vote and then vote?

New York Times article

Esquire article

They’re also trying to bar women from combat positions (again), ban pornography, stop cohabitation of unmarried couples, and give federal parks back to the states because that obviously won’t result in 80% of them being completely destroyed for profit.

Oh, and then there’s this (from the Times article):

Bear in mind, this isn’t Trump’s platform.  It’s the WHOLE FUCKING PARTY.  So remember:  It still is not enough to vote for President and wash your hands of everything else.  Know what’s going to be on your ballot, and vote in EVERY race.  Get these fuckers out of office before they make their shitty platform federal law.

https://vote.usa.gov/ https://vote.usa.gov/ https://vote.usa.gov/

I’m all for replacing our corrupt system, but in the meantime, please vote.

Unless your revolution is going to come before November, this election will have immediate material consequences for LGBT+ people, people of colour, women, Muslims, Jewish people, people capable of pregnancy, the poor and the disabled.

Every marginalized group risks more under Republican rule, and by and large, we cannot leave. Not just that, but as bad as Democrats can be, Republicans are even more pro-war and pro-torture, and the choices of US leadership have a massive global effect.

Please, practice harm reduction. Ideological purity doesn’t mean shit compared to the immediate harm you can prevent with the simple act of voting.

god help us

I like how you can almost hear the despair of the tech guys.

I want to share this with my IT folks at work just to maker their dates better by comparison.

Mark Evanier, Kirby: King of Comics (via nerdhapley)

It’s Jack Kirby’s birthday, so here’s that story of him being bad ass all of the time.

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True fact: during WWII Kirby was assigned as a scout due to his art skills, meaning that he went in alone and unarmed, ahead of Allied attacks so that he could draw enemy fortifications.

Once he was ambushed by three Nazi soldiers, all of them with guns. He killed all three with a knife he stole from one of them.

Dude was verifiably grade-A stone-cold badass.

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And that’s why Jack Kirby was the King.

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