all the feelings okay

listening to Nicki Minaj’s “Fly” and the Daisy feelings just….. hit me all at once (don’t ask why, I don’t know either - it’s late). 

just…. guys. this woman is so incredibly strong, and has been through so much. from the very beginning her life was never going to be normal, but Daisy faced each an every challenge with her head held high. she has never backed down, or taken the easy way out. even when she left SHIELD to become Quake, she didn’t choose to become a famed vigilante. she decided to continue standing up for what she believed in, to do what was right, without legal protection. 

Daisy Johnson is so amazing. she watched one of her parents die in front of her; the other had his memory erased. she has had so many families, so many friends, turn on her - Miles, from season one, who sold information to Raina, Ward, who lied to her for months and betrayed her to HYDRA, Jiaying manipulated her by playing with those very issues. and Daisy kept fighting, has been fighting all her life. 

she fought the foster care system, the label of “0-8-4,” she fought against the Watchdogs and HYDRA and Hive and…. Daisy has lost so much. I’m amazed that it took her so long to break. 

except - she didn’t break. she recuperated. and she came back stronger. she brought Robbie into SHIELD, inserted herself into his support system even when she herself was still healing; she grieved over Lincoln but didn’t lose herself in the process, and when push came to shove Daisy was - and is - ready to put everything on the line. 

she is selfless. she is kind. she is beautiful. she is one of the most powerful women to grace a marvel screen. and Daisy Johnson does it with a smile on her face and a quip on that whip-sharp tongue. her humour has survived everything - and sure, it’s grown more sardonic and dark as the seasons pass but still she laughs.

she cares so deeply about this world. if anyone can save it, Daisy can. more than ANYTHING Daisy Johnson is a hero. she was a hero before SHIELD, when she was exposing HYDRA’s Project Centipede; she was a hero as a consultant, when she made her loyalties known once and for all by using her street skill set of a charming smile. she was already a hero when Coulson gave her that Agent badge, and she had been a hero for a long time by the time she donned that Quake suit. 

in black and silver, it’s easy to forget how soft Daisy is. how, under all that leather, she feels things so intensely. how deeply she relies on her friends, and how much she will do for them. it’s easy to forget that Daisy’s moral compass has never wavered, not once, that she may not be a perfect person but she is morally flawless. Daisy has the biggest heart, and she carries the weight of humanity on her shoulders.

don’t forget that. I love kickass Daisy too - but I also love the girl we met way back when, the girl that hasn’t disappeared, the girl that needs help and love and support, the girl that can rise above anything. Daisy is a badass AND a best friend; a warrior AND the softest hugger; she is the woman who took out a group of watchdogs with her bare hands AND the woman who put her hand on Robbie’s knee and reassured him everything was going to be okay. 

Daisy is so much. I love all of her. I love her so much. 


The group hug we deserve in season 3 😭

For the @vldshippositivityweek, day 4: Lost / Reunited

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But we’re a million worlds apart..

Do you know what pisses me off the most about the dreaded “Autism Moms”?

Let me tell you, as an autistic adult who also was a main caregiver for an autistic boy (my brother). 

For the record:  I swear that if you use this post to say autism makes people violent and abusive, I will send 12,000 angry geese to flock in your bedroom and destroy every item that you treasure the most. AND I will eat the leftovers you had planned on eating for lunch tomorrow. Don’t you fuckin dare miss the point of this post. 

Listen up. I got a story for you.

Bit of background first.

My boy, my little hobbit, was born when I was ten years old. My mother left him alone with my grandparents and me. She legit abandoned him. 

My grandparents weren’t sure they could take him in. 
I begged. I pleaded. I asked as hard as I could to let us keep him and not give him back to my mother. 

Of course, they said yes. 

I dutifully became the protective older sister.

I would bathe him up until the week I left for college. I measured his medications and crushed them into his favorite yogurt. Blue, if you were curious.I made sure his food was perfect - french fries made just like he wanted, a chicken fry sandwich complete with his favorite McDonald’s sauce we bought in bulk.  
I went to his speech and occupational therapies several times a week, and practiced the things he learned. I went with him to his first day of school.

I even did a middle school project all about autism (which I am slightly embarrassed about, as I mentioned A$ in it ugh). I read all the autism books a 12 year old could find, and immersed myself in the Vanderbilt paperwork. I delved into the world of IEPs, visual schedules, and basic sign language.

And now, I’m still sending them resources and information on medications, papers for teachers, and going over doctor notes for him - despite being six hours away. 

(Of course, I was an undiagnosed autistic girl who also needed quiet. When I wasn’t needed to do these things, I was often in my room away from the loud television and people. I wasn’t a perfect caregiver, but I did do a lot.)

All of that to say: yeah, it wasn’t easy. But since when is raising a kid ever easy? I started looking after this boy when I was ten years old.

But here’s what infuriates me.

I read all the time about these autism moms who complain about how terrible their lives are. They say they’re afraid of being hurt and their lives are destroyed. Some even talk about killing their kids.

You know what?

Yeah, I got hurt by him or when helping him. I got bit, scratched, hit, and everything else. Usually it was just him being frustrated over lack of communicating his needs, so I was rarely angry. 
I ran after him when he went out the door straight for a lawnmower and I fell to the concrete. I grabbed him right before he ran into a street and ended up with my arm covered in blood.

I was kicked in the head and given a traumatic brain injury that requires me to now use a cane, and has caused a ton of nervous system issues. I even use a wheelchair part-time due to another condition that occurred afterwards. I’m only 20, and my health is pretty comparable to someone with congestive heart failure.

And you know what? 

I never in a million years thought about hurting my little brother.

I still don’t blame him. He was often overwhelmed, and had meltdowns. As an autistic person myself, I understood it - even if I didn’t know I was autistic at the time. (I suspected, but was too focused on other things.) 
I don’t know if I’ll ever get better health-wise, and that’s okay. I don’t know if I’ll get to run and dance again, or if there’s worse effects to come. It’s just what it is, and I’ve accepted that. 

He’s a child. It’s not his fault. He once asked me if it was, and I hugged him tight and said absolutely not. 

I say all this not to demonstrate how violent autistic people can be, but to demonstrate that I get where these autism moms are coming from.

  Again, for the record, autistic people are far more likely to be abused and assaulted. 

Remember how I said  I get where they’re coming from?

Yeah, that’s still not an excuse to be harmful toward your child. Ever.

You don’t give your babies bleach, shock them, or starve them. You don’t talk about them as if they’re literally a death sentence for you. And you sure as hell don’t want to murder your little ones. 

And if you literally want to kill your kid, if you would rather have a dead child than an autistic one, I have news for you.

You don’t deserve that child, and you better back up and understand this.

You autism moms need to stop. You need to listen. 

Your kids are going through a world that wants to “cure” them, force them into suffering so they can look “normal.” Your kids are going to spend their entire lives dealing with a world that is hostile to them. People try to assimilate us to save their own pride, at the expense of our own comfort and stability. 
Your kid is going to go through life being told that they should be literally “treated” with electroshock therapy because of their neurology. They’re going to be told that they shouldn’t reproduce. They’re going to be told that they’re not worth having space in this world. Your kid is going to grow up one day, and they’re going to hear this and internalize it. 

I know that, because that’s what I hear every day. 

You say it’s so hard to have an autistic kid?

Well, of course it is. But you know what?

Kids are hard.
They’re going to kick, hit, pinch, and everything else. Even neurotypical kids do that. I don’t know a single kid who hasn’t bit their caregiver or thrown something when grumpy. 
(I’ll say it again for those in the back: autistic kids are way way way more likely to be abused and hurt.)

When you have a kid, you sign up for this. You love that little one unconditionally, you protect them with all your heart. You give them support. You love that child even if they have a disability, especially when they have a disability.

You teach them that they are allowed to exist, that they are just as valuable and needed in this world like anyone else. We need all the neurodiversity in this world we can get. 

You teach your child that they’re not a burden. You teach them how to say no and that autonomy is often more important than compliance. You teach them that you love them, and that they will always have someone in their corner to back them up when times are tough.

I don’t care how hard you think it is raise an autistic child.

Trust me, I know full well it’s hard. Parenting is hard. It’s not easy, and it’s not always roses and fluffy kittens. That has nothing to do with having an autistic kid; that’s just a fact of life. 

The fear of getting hurt is valid. I can attest to that, and I don’t think I can downplay that. But that behavior is communication, and you have to learn how to read it. I did. You have to fight for better supports, for ways to make it easier on your kid - and by doing this, easier for you too. 

Sure, it’s hard.

But you know what? Your kid’s going to have it much harder. 


times have changed


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Voltron: Legendary Sweater Weather Defender!

I hc that Lance easily gets cold on the castle and that he somehow ends up having a huge stash of big sweaters…no one knows from where though

I also hc that Keith secretly loves seeing fluffy Lance in too big sweaters

A Slytherin who’s always going on about how they’re going to change the world and make all wizards equal in the eyes of the law and hopefully most of society.

A Slytherin that uses their persuasion to lift people’s self-confidence by convincing them they’re wonderful.

A Slytherin that doesn’t take stupid bigotry and is seen as obnoxious because they won’t let subtle jokes at the expense of others slide under the radar.

A Slytherin that uses their leadership skills to bring people together to achieve a common goal.

Just Slytherins being great people and utilizing their Slytherin traits to their advantage in the best way possible.

things i want from supergirl

give me the first time kara is patrolling the skies and she hears maggie’s heartbeat skyrocket. and look, we all know kara’s probably stumbled in on maggie and alex at least once, so kara knows what /that/heartbeat sounds like.

this isn’t that.

this is faster and different and kara as supergirl is worried so she heads that way,


and maybe it turns out to be nothing, but chances are, it’s not. chances are it’s detective sawyer hauling a little kid behind her, a little boy with a fat lip and a black eye and an arm kara can see that is broken without her x-ray vision. and maybe it’s maggie with her hand protectively on the shoulder of the little boy, keeping him firmly behind her and maybe the other has her gun leveled at the gun leveled at her.

and this was only supposed to be a statement collection maggie will tell kara later - that’s why there was no back up.

but kara worries that she won’t get there fast enough because maggie has a terrified kid in one hand, a gun in the other and her eyes leveled at a man who is threatening to kill her. and kara, well she shows up just in time.

she shows up through a window, skidding through an open door because she used her super hearing and she heard, she /heard/ the way the mans muscles were tensing in his hand. she heard the slightest shift of the loaded gun and kara knew.

so she dove and rolled and skidded and is standing, wobbling, catching a bullet with her fingertips. she’s catching it and clutching it and turning to the man who fired it because

maggie sawyer isn’t allowed to die.

[maggie doesn’t know that yet, but kara will tell her]

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Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️

wondercon host: we’re opening it up for questions! You, in the back!

me: yeah, my question is for Jeremy because he is the only one I can trust to answer my question.

host: okay…

me: why did keith and lance hold hands for an unnecessary amount of time, why did they even hold hands in the first place? why was the background purple when they held hands, a combination of blue and red? why was the scene composed very romantically? why did you say “we did it, we are a good team” in such an endearing way? why did the camera linger on keith’s smile for longer than necessary? why was the music so romantic? why was keith so worried about lance at the beginning of the next episode, and why did he insist on the fact that he and lance had a bonding moment? why was that important? does lance actually not remember the moment or is he repressing it? why didn’t we actually get to see keith cradle lance in his arms? is it because it’s going to be shown later? why have keith and lance obviously been so connected since the beginning of the series? why did keith and lance have that seemingly pointless scene in the elevator? is it because it symbolized that together they can work as a team or co-leaders? why did they choose them going to the pool? was it to have them shirtless together? if so, why? surely the crew must know that klance is huge and this would be picked apart.

jeremy: um…

me: and finally, the most important question… when will we see keith wear lance’s jacket?