certain kind of light

A friend of a friend was commenting on her son’s spinner, and how “it seems so stupid, but if it helps, whatever!” and i really, really wanted to explain why it helps. because people thinking it’s “stupid” tends to get in the way of those of us who need these types of things being able to use them.

so i finally sat down and wrote this. and i figured i’d share it here, because some of you might not know why stim toys are great and crucial to a lot of people, or other “weird” things like rocking. and others might need a way to explain it to the people around them!

please let me know if you have any ideas about what else to add! here’s what i said to her:

I wish I could articulate what they do and why they help.

Some brains get very jumpy with certain kinds of sensory input – like fluorescent lights, ambient chatter, physically or psychologically uncomfortable settings, random super-loud noises like bells and alarms…

That can make it impossible to focus, to take in information (like what you’re reading or hearing), or create a ton of anxiety and meltdowns.

Certain people, like those of us with ADHD, or who are autistic, or both, have that type of neurology. And the great thing about it is that we also come with the built-in ability to counteract bad sensory input.

We can feed soothing, calming, positive sensory input to our brains to let us focus in jarring environments, or to prevent meltdowns, or to calm anxiety.

Depending on the person, that can come from rocking, from spinning one of these dealies, from humming, from nice textures, from clicking buttons, from chewing things or other sources of light comfortable pressure….

And the reason it works is that, for example with a spinner, it provides a pleasing, continuous, controllable, satisfying pattern and sensation that the brain can use to override all of the overwhelming external stimuli that we often can’t even articulate.

But for people who don’t like a particular stim, or who have a different neurology, it can seem completely baffling!!!

And so the downside is that a lot of us CAN’T use our self-soothing superpowers, because people think we look weird or are just fooling around or, generally, that it’s stupid.

So the more people who can understand that this is actually amazing, the better :D

in every world, in every realm, in every version of the story, neal and emma find their way to one another.

anonymous asked:

Why does Chara have Red eyes? Is it to make them look more evil and will it ever be explained in the comic?

Chara was born with reddish-brown eyes that look reddish in certain kinds of light. And the eyes of wizards tend to light up with their soul color when the soul initially switches positions. Also, Poltergeists tend to take on the color of their soul too.

The House of Beasts, Part 2

Part 2! Like I said, updates may be a little slow, but at least I have all my main ideas and plot points in mind, so it should move along pretty easily. Thanks for all the love!

Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half. An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.

Word Count: 2393 words

Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.  

Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever

Part 2: Coffees

“I think this is the part where you thank me for saving your ass,” the man said, leaning against the white brick wall. “I’ll wait for you to take your time drooling, though. I know I’m dreamy.”

Blood flushed my cheeks. “Prick. I was going to thank you but I guess not.” I pivoted on my heel to walk away, but he simply kept following.

“Don’t walk away, darling. I was just being funny,” he continued, but my footsteps didn’t relent. The pool was trashed, as it always was around this time of the night for a party, beer cans mixing in with all the dead leaves and brush that had been swept into it. His footsteps rang out against the cement as he relentlessly trailed me to the patio, blabbering on the whole time how he just wanted to talk to me, when I plunked myself on a chair.

“Sit. Talk. Then leave. I’m really not in the mood right now.”

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All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.4

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2333
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mentions of blood.
A/N: HOLY CRAP THO RIGHT?! The song says “take it slow” but I really think I took it too far. Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait too long for Pt.5 though! Alright so here it is, I hope you like it, okay love you bye!!
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The next full moon is in two days. I’ll come to you then. And then maybe…” He breathed coolly over the faint mark on your neck. His fingers moved to toy with the hem of your nightgown, lifting it slightly until he reached your upper thigh. He chuckled darkly when you whimpered. “And then maybe, you’ll come for me.”

And then he was gone.

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There’s a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be lived with you
Lived with you
There’s a way everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring
If I ain’t got you, ain’t got?

You don’t know what it’s like, baby
You don’t know what it’s like

To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you

In my brain
I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
You ain’t got to be so blind
And I’m blind, so, so, so blind
I’m a man
Can’t you see what I am?
I live and I breathe for you
But what good does it do
If I ain’t got you, ain’t got?

You don’t know what it’s like, baby
You don’t know what it’s like

To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you

You don’t know what it’s like, baby
You don’t know what it’s like

To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you

You don’t know what it’s like, baby
You don’t know what it’s like
To love somebody

- Bee Gees 💚😎

Context: my party got smoked and went unconscious. Faerona, a half elf sorcerer, wakes up first and finds herself alone in a metal cube with a skull on the opposite wall. After blasting the thing to bits with Fire Bolt, the skull cracks and reveals a gemstone. In dwarvish above is written ‘the hammer is mightiest’. The sorcerer rolls to see if she recognizes the stone.

Dm: *after a successful arcane check* you recognize the gemstone. It is a kind that reacts to a certain kind of touch, and when that happens it lights up and often sets things in motion. What do you want to do?

Sorcerer: *in posh accent* I wanna spit on it.

DM: … What.

*after a pause* …. Roll to hit.

Sorcerer: *rolls nat 20*

The rest of the players start to cry with laughter.

DM, who can barely keep their laugh in: You spit on the stone with such force it cracks the gem and the shards begin to glow. The door slides open.

Cue even harder laughter.

Needless to say, this little event has lovingly been dubbed ‘critspit’ and it’s the best thing that has happened this campaign.

Gemini moons are my favourite moon placement! Always have 100 thoughts racing through their heads at once and are always talking to themselves. Restless and excitable they can’t sit still and they have a certain kind of enthusiasm to them. You can see their eyes light up when they’re interested and there’s not a feeling quite like keeping a Gemini entertained and happy. They have the best sense of humour and they always leave me rolling around the floor laughing, all the Mercurian energy creates a hilarious, intelligent, excitable person who I cant help but love. You have to keep up with them and they always keep you on your toes! 

There is only a certain amount of kindness in this world… just as there is a certain amount of light. We cast a shadow on something no matter where we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you’re worth, facing the sunshine.
—  George Emerson, from E.M. Foster’s A Room with a View

so ive gone my whole life up to now (17 yrs) without ever suspecting it, but recently ive come to believe that im autistic (or have aspergers, at least).

ive always come up with scripts for interacting with other people (ive gotten “better” recently, but i still have really bad social days), avoided eye contact, gotten visually overwhelmed (particularly by bright sunlight and white overhead lighting), become heavily invested in shows/movies/games and other things (used to be dragons) to a point that can only be described as a special interest, had executive dysfunction, hated certain kinds of touch (light touch or touch by sweaty/dirty hands for example), could only wear certain types of clothing (esp loose clothes) because of wool or scratchy seams and such, misread stuff like sarcasm and peoples true intentions, desperately clung to a specific schedule, used to have meltdowns and stim much more regularly (stuff like hand flapping) when i was a kid but i think i repressed it a long time ago because my parents didnt like me doing it, etc.

however, im really starting to second guess myself for various reasons, so for validation purposes, do these symptoms sound like autism to you? when i began to seriously consider it, it explained everything that had been strange about my life and gave me steps to make it better. and they worked, so i hope so.

sorry that this was written poorly (and in the wrong tense in some parts) im in a weird place mentally right now. thank you in advance and for reading this even though its really long.

From what you’ve described, it sounds like there is a good chance that you are autistic. I would definitely keep researching things further to reassure yourself. Our resources page has a lot of great info for this.


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@kingofherrings - Definitely a good point. And I hope I didn’t come across sounding like I agreed with that dismissal based on age. Ignorance (often willful) has been helping keep this mess going, to begin with.

That particular characterization just really had me going wtf, and so my reply went in that direction. One pattern I really have noticed? A bunch of exasperated Tumblr-old m-spec and trans/NB people objecting to the same old exclusionary behavior and rhetoric we were sick of dealing with 20 years ago, now predictably getting wielded against new targets. That’s a lot of what I have seen happening, and yeah that’s been one of my big motivations. Nobody should be subjected to that crap.

I mean, I guess that assertion makes a little more of a certain kind of sense in light of another recent bit of rhetoric that had Those Terrible Aces using young impressionable bi women as pawns and human shields. (Only wish I were making that one up too 😑) Insulting on so many levels.

But yeah, more people could definitely stand to learn more about some of the history. Very much including younger people, also to help make sense of some of the things that are happening now.

A night without ships. Foghorns called into walled cloud, and you
still alive, drawn to the light as if it were a fire kept by monks,
darkness once crusted with stars, but now death-dark as you sail inward.
Through wild gorse and sea wrack, through heather and torn wool
you ran, pulling me by the hand, so I might see this for once in my life:
the spin and spin of light, the whirring of it, light in search of the lost,
there since the era of fire, era of candles and hollow-wick lamps,
whale oil and solid wick, colza and lard, kerosene and carbide,
the signal fires lighted on this perilous coast in the Tower of Hook.
You say to me stay awake, be like the lensmaker who died with his
lungs full of glass, be the yew in blossom when bees swarm, be
their amber cathedral and even the ghosts of Cistercians will be kind to you.
In a certain light as after rain, in pearled clouds or the water beyond,
seen or sensed water, sea or lake, you would stop still and gaze out
for a long time. Also when fireflies opened and closed in the pines,
and a star appeared, our only heaven. You taught me to live like this.
That after death it would be as it was before we were born. Nothing
to be afraid. Nothing but happiness as unbearable as the dread
from which it comes. Go toward the light always, be without ships.
—  Carolyn Forché, The Lightkeeper 

I was inspired by a handful of prompts in my inbox so those who asked for some Alistair x Evelyn, here you are. It’s been a while since I wrote these dorks so I apologize for the rustiness. But writing them is like coming home again. Of course set in ‘The Way You Make Me Feel’ AU verse. 

1256 words, SFW 

Evelyn couldn’t remember the last time she woke up alone. Over the last few years, ever since her relationship with Alistair became something more, she had grown accustomed to him being the first thing she saw in the morning, securely wrapped in his embrace. That morning, however, she felt strange and uncomfortably cold.

It took a moment for Evelyn to push herself out of bed, tugging her night robe tightly around her body to combat the cool air of the apartment. She quietly stepped out of their—Alistair’s—room, peeking her head into the across the hall bathroom to see if he was there before moving to check the rest of the apartment. Bruce was peacefully asleep on the couch and didn’t even perk up a little as Evelyn passed by him. The patio door was cracked open and when a small gust of wind blew the curtains aside she realized Alistair was standing on the balcony.

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, the first light of the day giving Alistair a certain kind of mysterious glow. Evelyn approached him softly, not wanting to startle him but also so she could get a better look at his face. It wasn’t so often that he looked so serious, so lost in thought and it worried her. All that self-doubt from her youth, from before them started to bubble in her gut and she nervously chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before Alistair noticed her.

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let love bleed red (preview)

Words: 1,521.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader.

Genre: Vampire!au.

Summary: She is beautiful’, Jungkook thinks, but most certainly not as beautiful as the taste he loves so much.

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historicalwarriorsurgeon  asked:


1. I have gone to five separate colleges–three community colleges, art school, and one university–in my pursuit of higher education.

2. Continuing with school facts, I graduated high school with a 1.7 GPA and then kept up at 3.6-3.8 average for most of college. So don’t let yourself think that your high school grades mean anything at all, they mean shit, just know that.

3. I’ve written three novels in the last four years. They’re not published, but I made them. Kind of chicken-shit to do another push at getting one of ‘em published, though.

4. I have but one vanity: my eyes are hazel and in certain light they look gold and I get a kind of kick out of how people will occasionally freak out about them.

So you think you want to go rafting

Great! It’s May, and boating season is upon us–but fair warning, most of the rivers in places like the northern half of the US are still pretty cold. Even if you pick a beautiful sunny 70 degree day to put in on, that water’s likely runoff and was very recently ice. Here’s what you need to pack for a day of cold water rafting:

  • underwear: a swimsuit’s your best option, but any non-cotton underwear will do
  • a long sleeved water repellent or quick-dry shirt, such as a fishing shirt
  • fleece jacket or a (fleece or non-fleece) vest
  • rain jacket
  • light insulating pants layer (long underwear or certain kinds of non-cotton leggings will do)
  • rain or wind pants (if you have insulated rain pants, you can skip the long underwear)
  • waterproof &/or insulating footwear option (neoprene booties are A+ if you can get them, but if you can’t, layering wool socks inbetween two bread bags, holding the whole thing up with rubber bands, and stuffing your feet into a pair of tennis shoes works a charm)
  • widebrim hat and sunglasses
  • drybag or drybox to throw your unneeded layers into
  • sunscreen
  • towel, change of clothes, and change of shoes to stay in the car

Obviously you’ll also need things like a PFD, but this is your basic cold weather rafting wardrobe, and you can adapt it fairly easily for whitewater kayaking or canoeing. You don’t need to invest a lot to make this work–note that you can get most of this stuff at Walmart–but you do need to invest wisely in key items. Don’t risk your whole float trip on a cheap $5 rain poncho.