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Nonlexic & Semilexic

It recently came to my attention that there was a gap in the language we had to talk about our experiences in the autistic community. We have nonverbal and semiverbal to discuss our ability to speak with our mouth parts, but not our use of language itself.

So I created a few possible options, and sent out a poll, so that we could coin a new pair of terms to allow us to discuss our experiences. An overwhelming majority (73.3%) of responses liked nonlexic and semilexic. So, to help us discuss our experiences, I give to you:

Lexic: Root Origin - Greek; Definition- of or related to words, speech, and language.

Nonlexic - The total loss of ability to comprehend, process, and produce language.

Semilexic - The partial loss of ability to comprehend, process, and produce language.

Achilles was a hero
simply because
without the gentle hand
and golden smiles
of stolen kisses
and boyhood love
he would have been
a villain
—  he did not weep until the body went up in flames  (l.e.h)

Here is Important News: Please don’t guilt-trip your current or past RP partners, it’s not a fun time for anyone. Don’t do the thing.

fanfic writers’ appreciation day

i want to thank everyone who supports me and my writing from the bottom of my heart. thank you to those who stuck with me through my blog switch and to those who only found my on this blog. thank you to anyone that ever left a comment, a like, or a reblog. it all means so, so much to me. writing is by no means easy and it’s extremely time consuming, but i feel that it’s worth it because even if there isn’t much feedback, even just a reblog tells me that someone enjoyed it, that it made their day better, that it touched them in someway. that’s the biggest reward: knowing my writing is something others enjoy.

you all know i’m just as much a reader as i am a writer. writing is this thing that can be fun and therapeutic, but it can also be emotionally draining. i know what it’s like to spend days, weeks, months on a fic and pour your soul into it. i know what it’s like to stare at a 10k word document at 2am with burning eyes from staring at the bright screen for so long, wondering if it’s worth posting or not. i’ve experienced the good and bad parts of writing and it’s because of that that i feel it’s so important to show our appreciation to writers who’s works we appreciate. below are a list of my favourite fanfics and writers. please show them all the love! they definitely deserve it!

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beanpots  asked:

ooohh!! for the ask meme thing how about the word "will" ???

“I know you are sworn to the Crown, but you were not obligated to do as I wished. Not yet.”

“I will swear to you right here, if Your Highness allows.”

His Highness turned his head to the side slightly, and his cheeks may have been flushed, had they been in the right lighting.

anonymous asked:

I'm going to start with this: I love your blog. Now I've been obsessed with it since I've found it, and I can't stop loving your content. You are a great and amazing person and I know you deserve the world. Keep doing your work and stay the way you are because I love it. You are such a great person and I'll just leave this here for now. Have a great night or day, whatever time it is. Love you and your work, you deserve the world, and goodbye for now. - Your Number One Fan

He’s never quite seen a floor covered with blood. Not completely. Not like this but at first glance, there’s a simple beauty to it. One that he can’t really explain other than the way that it seems to contrast with the white linoleum. It didn’t immediately register to him that what he was looking at was in fact blood. In all honesty, it might have been the color of the blood that had him in this sort of trance. It was so dark, so rich that it almost didn’t look like blood.

On tv, in the movies, the blood that spews across the screen is bright red, cherry red, the kind of red that one would find on the label of a coca-cola can but this… this wasn’t that.

It was the substance that raced in his veins, keeping him alive and it was all over the floor.

Slowly, a stiffness started to build up his spine as he started to realize that this simple beauty that was oozing along that floor was actually someone’s life essence.

He followed the blood from where it was nearly touching the toe of his scuffed up sneakers all the way up to the body that was laying in the pool of blood. Dean’s body that was laying in the pool of blood.

It took him even longer to realize that it was in fact Dean’s blood that he was looking at and even then, he refused to believe it. Like what he was seeing and his brain weren’t in agreeance with each other. He didn’t know what to do, what to actually believe. Should he believe what he was seeing with those deceiving eyes or should he still believe that naive ignorance that something like this could never happen to his brother. It just couldn’t.

Dean, he was invincible with that leather jacket that draped his shoulders and that smile that he carried everywhere. And sure, his mouth might get him in trouble but it also got him out of trouble.

Except it was undeniable the moment that Dean opened his eyes and they immediately focused on Sam.

It was like a knife to the heart at the sudden realization that this was his brother bleeding to death.

But then Dean smiled like Sam hung the moon for him and the knife that was already so deep in Sam’s heart was dug even deeper. So deep that it would never scar over, just fester and ooze, constantly reminding Sam of this, of how slow he was, how inexperienced he was, how he wasn’t ready to hunt on his own with Dean.

Sam had begged Dad, begged him to go on a hunt alone with Dean. He was ready, he claimed. He could handle not having Dad over his shoulder, babying him every step of the way like he was incompetent. Even Dean vouched for him, desperate to get Sam alone. He said that Sam was ready. He could run a mile in just about six minutes. He could hit the middle of a bullseye with a blindfold on. He moved without making a sound and he could disarm Dean quicker than Dean could pull a gun on him.

It was supposed to be an easy hunt. Supposed to be but Sam was quickly finding out that there were no guarantees in hunting.

Just hours ago he was sitting in the Impala next to Dean complaining about the fact that Dad picked them the easiest, boring-est hunt that he could possibly send them on and now Dean, he was…

Sam swallowed thickly, everything snapping into focus all at once and his legs that were locked in place finally started to move.

He dropped down next to Dean, ignoring the way that blood was seeping into his jeans, staining his knees as he ripped off his jacket, pressing it down on Dean’s stomach where he was still bleeding profusely. Dean grunted, just barely but he was still smiling at Sam, teeth coated in blood.

“Sammy…” He muttered, voice slow and thick, delirious almost.

Sam blinked past the tears that were forming in his eyes and tore his gaze away from where he was trying to stop the bleeding and looked up at Dean. There were blood flakes that lined his cheeks like the freckles that were underneath.

“Shh.” Sam hushed. “Don’t talk. Save your strength, Dean. Just save it.”

Dean made a sound in the back of his throat as he raised his hand from the ground and grabbed ahold of Sam’s sleeve.

“Sammy…” He repeated, still delirious but urgent. “Just… stop.” He coughed, hard and wet and hacking as he spit out blood. “It’s okay… I’m gonna be… fine.”

“No… No, you’re not.” Sam said shaking his head like a child. “You’re not. You’re bleeding and it’s because of me. Maybe Dad was right. Maybe it wasn’t time yet. Maybe I wasn’t ready. I should have stayed behind…” He was rambling now, going on and on all in an effort to keep the tears from falling. “I’m sorry, Dean. I’m so so sorry.”

With a shaky grip, Dean fisted his hand in the front of Sam’s shirt and yanked him down. Sam went willingly because what else was he supposed to do? He was supposed to follow Dean’s lead. That was his one rule and maybe if he did that sooner, he wouldn’t be in this mess.

Dean then tangled his fingers in Sam’s hair and pulled his head down to the point that their lips were touching.

Dean kissed him soft but desperate, the kind of kiss that was so bitter sweet and painful that Sam felt that he needed to pull away before he got cut but couldn’t manage himself to do so. It was the kind of kiss that would be seared in his memory as his last kiss.

Sam tasted blood in his mouth and it was Dean’s blood and he drank it down, wishing that it was his own blood instead.

thirty words in thirty days
audaciousdean vs. @call-888-8sparky
word #11: coca-cola

garbage-empress  asked:

Once my girlfriend had a friend over and I mentioned Undertale and they were asking about it so I told them to go on google to get a playthrough but my girlfriend is dyslexic and spelled it "Undertail" which apparently is a porn parody of Undertale and I had to frantically explain that Undertale is not porn.

Swaffelen (or zwaffelen) is a dutch term meaning to hit several topics in a few lines.If you might be dyslexic i hate myself so sincerely

anonymous asked:

So we know seb is a space nerd.... how much effort do you think he put into seeing the eclipse??? Like did he just get the glasses and watch in between takes or did he like throw a party

idk, is he filming rn or is he in NYC, he wasn’t with Don and co yesterday for it, idk he probably just like, got the glasses, watched the thing and was like “yo this is sick” and then carried on with his day idk


So I started work on a new DnD character, whom I’m actually really excited to use, except like all my DnD games died and I have to wait for school to start back up.

But yeah. I like this guy. He’s a Paladin-Monk, and oh man. Too much excitement.