big autism mood: getting unreasonably excited for a topic you never had specific interest in purely because your professor is so enthusiastic. hyperempathy at its finest.
Autistic people have to live in constant fear of being outcasted or punished if we accidentally offend or even simply annoy someone by trying to be funny.
Meanwhile, when allistic people make jokes at our expense, we’re expected to 100% tolerate it because they’re “kidding”.
Autistic people are expected to go out of our way to avoid talking about our interests in a way that bores other people.
Meanwhile, if we don’t want to take part in other people’s conversations, we’re rude.
Autistic people with special skills are expected to always be willing to help other people, and continue to help until the problem is solved, even if they don’t explain what the problem even is.
Meanwhile, when an autistic person has a problem, allistic people can just give the most vague advice and even refuse to believe that the problem even exists, while expecting praise for it.
Autistic people with special skills are expected to automatically know that other people do not have that skill, and that there’s nothing wrong with them for it. That’s expected of us even when we’re children. We have to constantly worry that even simply trying to get noticed for our skill will get us labeled as conceited.
Meanwhile, if an allistic person is able to do something, they’re allowed to go their entire lives expecting it to also come natural to everyone else, no matter how many times they’re told otherwise.
If an allistic person is good at something, what they’re good at is enough.
Meanwhile, if an autistic person is good at something, we’re expected to also be just as good at everything else.
So I have no idea where this belief of autistic people using their disability to get away with things comes from. Autistic people are held to higher standards, not lower.
Looking forward to those Thoughts about Crowley’s realization in that moment you just reblogged!
Ayyyyyy I’m glad to hear it because boy oh boy do I have thoughts today and y’all are gonna hear ‘em.
So for those of you who aren’t Livi, the gifset/tag comment being referenced is this moment, specifically the moment that Crowley watches Aziraphale challenging Gabriel and Beelzebub about the Great Plan vs the Ineffable Plan and comes to a realization before going to join Aziraphale.
It’s a big moment for Crowley, I think. I haven’t fully settled on how I interpret what’s going on in his head in that instant, because there are a lot of different ways it could be read, depending on one’s interpretation of other scenes in the book/show. However, it’s a moment that really stuck out to me the first time I watched the series and I’m surprised I haven’t seen more discussion of it floating around.
The way that Crowley breathes out “Oh, you don’t know” as he listens to Aziraphale debate Gabriel about whether carrying out the Great Plan (i.e. Armageddon, destroying the world, etc. etc.) would be in conflict with the actual will of God… well, it feels like he’s having a life-changing revelation. Crowley is realizing, for perhaps the very first time, that the angels don’t actually know what the hell they’re doing.
(gif credit, since finding a specific gif in tumblr’s gif system is a fucking nightmare)
It’s a watershed moment for Crowley, I think. He’s been going along all this time assuming that Heaven knows what they’re doing. Maybe Aziraphale, personally, doesn’t know all the details, but Crowley has been assuming that at least someone Upstairs has a handle on what’s going on. And this is the moment that he realizes that whatever ship Heaven’s steering, God’s not at the helm. The angels don’t have any better idea of what’s happening than the demons do, they’re all just taking stabs in the dark and working off of blind assumptions. And that’s a totally game-changing revelation.
What you think this realization means for him probably depends on your personal interpretation of his character, because how you read Crowley is going to heavily inform your opinion of what mental and emotional context he’s bringing to this moment.
Personally, I see Crowley as not having wanted to be a demon, but certainly not wanting to be an angel, either. If he’d had the chance to know the consequences of hanging around with Lucifer and his crew, he probably would have made other choices and not Fallen, but I genuinely don’t think he would have been happy had he stayed an angel, either. He doesn’t really fit well with either side, and would really be happiest if allowed to be something else outside the Heaven/Hell binary (I’m still working on a longer meta about this very concept, by the way). However, he’s still stuck in that black and white world whether he wants to be or not; a world where demons are Evil, where angels are Good, and neither side has much choice in the matter. A world where the obvious solution to the Antichrist problem is to give the kid both Good and Evil influences because that should naturally balance out to Just A Normal Human, right? A world where angels serve the Will of God, and where Crowley, as a Fallen angel, is obligated by his very nature to oppose that Will.
Except, by rejecting his role as the Antichrist, Adam has just shattered the idea of Good and Evil being an inescapable binding continuum with humanity falling somewhere in the middle… and now Aziraphale is shattering the idea that what Heaven’s doing has anything to do with what God wants. Angels are supposed to be doing God’s Will… but they have no idea what that Will even is, so why play along with a game no one but God knows the rules to?
Aziraphale’s journey has been about learning to think independently and reject unjust systems of power; Crowley’s journey, from where I’m standing, is about reconciling who he is with a system that has no place for a person like him. Crowley has always known that Heaven and Hell are both bullshit, because he doesn’t have a place in either of them, but I don’t think, until this moment, it really dawned on him that there was anything he could do about that. He knew it was stupid, but also he’s a demon so he’s Evil so he may as well get on with it, end of discussion. But that’s not really true, is it? Therefore, to me, this is the moment that Crowley finally understands that it’s possible to just totally reject the system. He doesn’t have to let himself be ground into paste by the cogs of a broken machine.
Nighty-night
I’ve been spamming twitter with my silly Disney/Pixar genderbending sketches so I thought I’d clean some up and put them here as well~ (I also did some Frozen genderbends) This was fun!
just some aggressive reminders
- pan’s origin is not biphobic or transphobic
- pan at its core is not biphobic or transphobic
- pan is not a new identity
- pan was not created on tumblr in the 2000s
- pan as a sexual orientation is not a recent thing
- pan has been a sexual orientation since at least 40 years ago
- pan has been in use before the bi manifesto was written/modified
- pan is not about being better than bi people
- pan is not defined by being attracted to trans people
- pan is not defined by caring about personality
- pan people are not children who don’t know what they’re talking about
- pan people aren’t the ones redefining bi to fit our own personal narrative
- panphobia is based in misinformation, deliberate deceit, and gatekeeping
- the existence of pan does not harm anyone
- the “harm” people claim pan does is actually misinformation and generalizations
- problematic explanations of pan from individuals, pan and non-pan people alike, do not represent the pan community or identity
- it’s okay to be proud of being pan
- being pan does not harm anyone
- it’s okay to be pan
lyonnnss
no fucking way
Isthis fucking reallife
mindcrankismycommander
Man this sports Anime has a really good budget
“HE ASCENDED THROUGH THE AIR LIKE A DEFENSIVE ANGELLL!!!!!1!1!1!1”
i died when they put him back on the floor and started cheering
I see your "Crowley and Ten meeting each other" posts and raise you: Crowley and ten have never met in their lives HOWEVER they know a lot of the same people so they've both been aware of and completely vexed by their doppelganger for centuries
Throughout crowleys entire run as hamlet William Shakespeare kept accidentally calling him 'doctor' for no discernable reason
Queen Elizabeth the first once decked Crowley over a slight he swears up and down he never actually committed
Near the end of the 19th century the doctor was approached by a very kind looking man in a very old looking suit who greeted him warmly and then proceeded to have a very important sounding but utterly incomprehensible conversation with him about Arrangements and "Your Side"s and "My Sides"s and something or other about an absurdly long nap
The only person who's met both of them and knows exactly what's going on is Jack Harkness, who refuses to tell a soul purely because of how funny it is to watch the Doctor do his confused sputtering every time a stranger calls him 'Mr. Crowley'
also re: teens sitting around with their tablets and smartphones
like, if a kid can access the internet (with some privacy still) while also sitting in the same room as their parents, honestly that’s better and more social than what I did as a teenager, which was hole up in my room at my desktop computer that I couldn’t move anywhere else in the house
mostly what I see from the teens in my family is they will sit and scroll through their phone, but if something interesting starts happening, or a new person enters the room, or they see something cool they want to share, they look up and interact again, because they’re sitting right there with everyone else.
that is waaaay more social than 2002 me, hunched over my desktop for hours and only seeing my mom in passing when I went to microwave a burrito at 1am. way, way more social.
My whole family does this now. We’re all in the same room, but each on a phone, tablet, or laptop. Certain poop heads will shake their heads at how technology is dividing us.
But
Like
What do they think families have done for since ever? Talk constantly while playing educational board games every evening? No.
They’d each be reading, or sewing, or writing letters or some shit, and mostly sat quietly near each other but not bothering each other.
yes this
It reminds me of the whole “omg people on trains used to TALK to each other” argument. No, they didn’t. They read the newspaper or stared straight ahead avoiding eye contact.
deadlylittlekate
People have been finding reasons not to talk to each other for centuries.
oh good lord (x)
i’ve been planning to draw this for a long time. and seeing as we got that lovely Drunk at the Bar scene for the show only, i decided to get on with it. (Crowley’s just had a rough couple days.. years)
Ineffable Friendship
I had a friend, a few years ago. One could argue I still have him, despite his discorporation. He got under my skin too easily, and before I knew it, we were running around in his room like madmen, trying to mumble our way through the accelerated William Tell overture playing from his vinyl of Orange Clockwork’s Original Soundtracks. We had a connection so deep, our friends later told me our conversations seemed magical from the outside. Between me and him, words were often superfluous, so we would make up our own, talk gibberish, destroy the laws of grammar and build up on each other’s brain-misfiring-induced random pop-up mental images. Most of our conversations were like that, as far as I remember.
We had even had a lengthy sensical conversation around a school lunch about what kind of labels would be applicable for us. We agreed, after much thought and overly detailed specifications, on the words “platonic soulmates”: we shared physical and psychological intimacy, and what I gathered from people’s looks on our interactions was that they were somewhat expecting us to be in some sort of romantic and/or sexual relationship. However, we both knew we were not physically attracted to each other. We just were. We existed with and within each other, in a way, and even though he’s been gone for a couple of years, I still can’t imagine my life without him, much as I can barely understand my life before him as a concept where he did not exist yet.
When I discovered Good Omens, this is the kind of bond I saw in Aziraphale and Crowley. A bond that transcends Time, Existence, Physicality and Societal expectations. They are Ineffable, and I will never be thankful enough to have seen such a bond described as beautifully and fully in such a widespread form of story-telling. Although Crowley and Aziraphale seem more on the romantic side, I am uneasy making such assumptions because of my own history with such a form of love. Yes, love is definitely involved, but how could it ever be quantified by what feels like the most vulgar standards that humans could have ever set up for such emotions?
I think we shouldn’t need to try so hard to label Aziraphale and Crowley’s bond. After all, they are, to me, the central part of God’s Ineffable plan in the story, and can only be defined as such.
If anything, the best way to put it would be, in my opinion, this quote from Montaigne about his friend, La Boétie: “Because it was him, Because it was me.”
(All this because I want to say: More space should be made in mainstream media for this kind of bonds. They are the most precious thing any person could ever have and share, and I wish more people were able to find such friends. It truly is a blessing. I know two people who seem to share a similar bond, and I really wish I knew more people like that. I hope that you have one, or will find one. Don’t try to look for it, just talk to random people, one never knows. I wasn’t expecting to even have a single friend, and now I not only have tons, but I was also lucky enough to form such a bond with someone. May peace follow your every movement in life.)
Good Omens Evangelion Opening
so i made a couple playlists
Aziraphale: What time is it?
Crowley: Hold on.
Crowley: *grabs a saxophone and blows loudly*
Hastur: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT 2 AM
Crowley: It's 2 am.
When you like to hear yourself talk, but don’t realize the love of your life is still in the room.