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Communicating with autistic people

In light of April & autism acceptance month I thought I’d make a post about how autistic people communicate, because understanding and accepting our communication styles is one of the most important parts of autism acceptance. The things listed here are from my own experience and from information I have gathered from talking to other autistic people, it is by no means exhaustive. If you want to add something on I have missed feel free :+)

  • Lack of eye contact doesn’t mean we aren’t engaged, oftentimes maintaining eye contact is actually more distracting than not. 
  • Our body language is different. Trying to assume how we feel from your knowledge of body language will often lead you to wrong conclusions.

  • Our tone does not always indicate our feelings, it’s often more telling to listen to the words we are saying themselves then try to guess what our tone means
  • We will likely have difficulty reading your body language and tone. The subtleties of communication don’t come easy to us, if you want us to understand what you are feeling or offer support it is most useful to communicate your feelings thoughts and needs directly.
  • Things we say may come off as rude or overly blunt, even if it is not intended this way.
  • We have varying degrees of understanding sarcasm. Some of us struggle to understand any of it, some of us actively understand and employ it and everything in between. We are also prone to literal-mindedness in general meaning we may have trouble with taking other forms of jokes or figurative speech literally. 
  • Our communication abilities often vary with things like stress and sensory input. For example, under little stress or a good amount of sensory input I can communicate enough to explain detailed thoughts as in this post, form sentences and employ tone and cadence to my speech. At varying levels of sensory input I may begin to speak in monotone, take several minutes to put together a single sentence, or be unable to access most of my vocabulary aside from sounds and simple words like “yes” and “no”. 
  •  It is very common for autistic people to empathize by comparing similar experiences. (for example: person a: “My dog got sick, I’m worried about him.” autistic person: “Oh, my cat got sick last year too.”) People who do not empathize like this often see it as ‘one-upmanship’ when the intent is only to empathize or express sympathy. 
  •  We may interrupt you before you’re done speaking. It’s very common for autistic people to have difficulty telling when other people are finished speaking. If we interrupt you it is almost never out of rudeness but we genuinely cannot tell when is the right time to speak.
  •  We may occasionally take over the conversation especially with info-dumping. When I info-dump I’m very excited and I feel like I can barely keep the information I want to talk about down. Being so excited, I tend to ramble for a long time, elaborating unimportant details as I am unaware to whether the listener is bored or even listening. I’m not saying you have to stay completely engaged and remember every detail but at very least don’t get angry with an autistic person for their infodumping.
  •  A lot of autistic people also have auditory processing problems. This means that what you say might not register for a few moments or you might have to repeat yourself. Please be patient with somebody who has poor auditory processing, as it’s not really something we can help. 
  •  If you are asking the autistic person to do a task or activity of any sort (giving them directions to somewhere, asking them to come to a party, asking them to help you fold your laundry) we usually need very clear and precise instructions or plans.

These are all common parts of autistic communication styles but it’s important to remember not every autistic person is the same or will have all of these traits. We are as varied in personality, thoughts, and behaviors as allistic people, but we are tied together by shared experiences. Being aware of these traits and unlearning them as inherently bad communication styles is helpful to autistic people as a whole, but if there’s a specific autistic person in your life you want to better communicate with, the best thing you can do is ask them how you can do that and honestly discuss differences in communication and needs to best understand each other.

anonymous asked:

I saw something recently and someone basically said that Selina would never want to get married or be in a long term relationship. I was just wondering what are your thoughts on that?

Let’s be clear about one thing: Selina Kyle would never

ever

EVER want to get married. 

It’s not like she’s 

had a bunch of dreams 

and/or halluncinations 

about being happily married or in a relationship with Batman. 

Long term relationships are just not her thing. 

She’s just not that type of girl. And for God’s sake, it’s not like she’s ever been canonically married before. 

She could never handle the monotony 

of marriage and family. 

She’d just get bored

and probably bolt.

So

very

bored.

To recap: Selina Kyle and marriage? No, never. 

The Unfairness Of It All (Part 1)

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12248406

Pairing: Richie x Eddie (Reddie)

Warnings: Swearing. Sexual implications. Child abuse. They’re seventeen, so some kissing later on. Angsty afffff

Summary:  It was a Tuesday, and it was officially the worst day of Richie Tozier’s life. There were two reasons that contributed to this fact, and these are those reasons.
The first was that Eddie Kaspbrak had a girlfriend. A quiet girl that was in Richie’s Biology class, but a fucking girl all the same.
The second was that it was the first time in Richie’s seventeen years that his father hit him.

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Um some of y'all really all like ‘I would die for bts’ but like my gay ass would trade them in for a nice face mask or like a decent matcha frappe

Nightwing: Dating and Replacing

Prompt: YJ nightwing x reader where the reader is Constantine’s sidekick, has magic and joins the team and no one knows who she is except Bart who knows her as the future Mrs Grayson. Bart sets them up because when they first meet they don’t like each other (Like Dick feels that she’s replacing Zantana).

Warnings: None

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“You could’ve used a different spell to subdue him, one less dangerous maybe?”
“I knocked him unconscious! I didn’t kill the guy!” You were growing tired of defending your every action to Nightwing, everything you did somehow needed improving.
“That’s not enough! You should’ve kept him conscious for questioning.” The leader in blue reprimanded for what felt like the thousandth time.
“He woke up half an hour later. This way he wouldn’t cause any issues during transportation.” You had kept to safety precautions and their ‘no killing’ rules, what more could he want?
“Forget it (y/n), I have to write the mission report.”
“Whatever.” You scoffed, leaving the vigilante with a dismissive wave.

Yet another argument with Nightwing because of your ‘inability’ to reach his ridiculously high standards. You didn’t understand it, the others must’ve noticed how hard he was being on just you in particular, M'gann had told you not to worry - that your magic was completely fine, but there was something she was withholding.
Constantine had put you on this team for a reason, you hunted demons and dealt with celestial’s as his sidekick for goodness sake - you were completely capable of handling this.

Along came another mission which Blue Beetle had actually congratulated you on and Batgirl had thanked you for saving her from being burnt to a crisp. A job well done right?
Wrong.
“(Y/n)?! What was that? You acted recklessly and -” Nightwing began after everyone had left upon receiving their ‘congratulations’.
By this point, you’d had enough. You and your team knew you had done a damn good job today regardless of Nightwing’s opinions, so the heated anger boiling in the pit of your stomach finally erupted.
“What is your problem with me?!” Came the venomous tone filled with rage.

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anonymous asked:

Being Emma Swans daughter head canons

  • You and Emma living together in New York all by yourselves
  • Having a fairly casual relationship
  • And then Henry stops by and you start to lose some of your faith in your mom
  • You were the one to convince her that you needed to go to Storybrooke
  • You immediately believed Henry, and had to work with him to convince your mom
  • The one thing that you and Emma shared was your hatred for Regina, but now as time goes on and the spell was broken and everything, you started to hang out with Regina more and Emma loved it and hated it equally
  • You and Emma would decorate your new apartment together
  • You both had the same taste in everything, so eating out, and decorating, and choosing potential dates for her wasn’t hard to do
  • Not knowing about your father, but Emma promising you that she would tell you when you were ready
  • Emma being overprotective of potential dates
  • And you telling her to chill, that she raised you right, and that you could take care of yourself
  • Becoming close with Killian after they start dating, and trying to hide that you like him from your mother
  • Going back into the Enchanted Forest and Emma wanting to dress you up
  • Both of you not wanting to do it, and then once you get dressed up, freaking out and wanting to dance and have an actual fairytale life
  • Driving in the bug with really loud music from the 90′s blaring as you both sing at the top of your lungs
  • You and Emma developing your own set of language by just looking at each other with varying degrees of sarcasm

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tall era 2 dot who doesnt use limb enhancers & gets tired real easy. sometimes takes 18-hour naps

brittle in both gem & form compared to other peridots

knows shes h*ckin great but any time someone compliments her she still gets real excited & also runs around a lil bit if no ones there to see her

chews on herself more than is healthy. also chews on pretty much anything else

simultaneously full of love & spite. also social anxiety

that guy who answers “whats up” with “the ceiling.” also, answers “how are you” with either “sleepy” or “fantastic!” with varying degrees of sarcasm

redhothollyberries  asked:

Whatwhatwhat you opened prompts? *runs to your ask box* #40 for MadaTobi, super pretty please? :3

Merry Christmas, @redhothollyberries !  I hope you enjoy this fill.  @hiruma-musouka might remember this universe as the modern!AU where they’re all security contractors.


Trade shows were the absolute worst, and if Tobirama could foist the responsibility for attending every single of one of them onto his brother, he would - the Sage alone knew that Hashirama, despite everything, somehow managed to charm the socks off every damn client and sub-contractor this side of the Western Seas - but as the newly promoted COO of Senju Security, he had to make an appearance at this, the first conference of the season, and reassure the public that the company was in good hands with the recent change in leadership. Well, he’d come, he’d given a reasonably well-received speech on integrating traditional small troop formations with cyber support in retaking hostile urban areas, and if he managed to get through another six hours of this nonsense, he could slip away on “business” during the usual rounds of evening parties.  Hashirama wouldn’t notice for hours, and by then, Tobirama would be long gone, preferably joining Kawarama on a last minute reconnaissance mission in Rain’s borders.

“My, that’s an angry face,” a low, hoarse voice commented from his left.

“Hatake, always a pleasure,” Tobirama said steadily, not breaking pace.  As expected of the woman, she fell into step at his side, long rangy legs easily keeping pace.  Hatake Mitsuru had proven herself quite stubborn and almost supernaturally competent in the years he’d known her, especially given the aura of lackadaisical disinterest she aggressively projected.  She’d appeared at trade shows and conventions, gate-crashed at least three extremely private client meetings, and once, memorably enough, showed up in the middle of a mission gone terribly wrong on the always-fluid border between Fire and Lightning - and that wasn’t counting the dozen-and-a-half times he’d hired her for business reasons.  Tobirama was fond of her, as far as sub-contractors went, but sometimes she could be a bit much.   

“Now, now, I think we’re on familiar enough terms that you can call me by my first name, Tobirama,” she murmured, no louder than a whisper in the crowd.

He glanced at her between one step and the next, only to confirm she looked the same as she always did: a tall woman with fair hair worn loose and lazy dark eyes.  She was wearing a surgical mask, one of many odd affectations she’d had as long as he had known her.  She always wore casual clothing, and she was always soft-spoken, which was a pleasant change from most of the bounty hunters he’d hired over the years.  The Inuzuka couple, for instance, never seemed to change out of camo gear and always spoke at a volume only a little less than a full yell.

“Mmm,” Tobirama said, noncommittal. 

“Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be,” Mitsuru replied, a mocking lilt in her voice.

“Are you still upset I turned down the chance to go with your crew to the Canyonlands?  Because I told you at the time, I was busy with another job.  I know Settan and Taya are loud, but they’re better suited for rural tracking, anyway.”

Tobirama shrugged one shoulder minutely.  "Nothing of the kind, Mitsuru, it’s just been a long day and-”

“-and it’s about to get even longer!” another voice shouted from a corridor ahead of them.  "That’s right, Senju - you’ve heard the news by now, I’m sure: my company just won the contract on the President’s security detail.  Run back to Hashirama and perhaps reconsider your sales strategy in the future - the Sage knows you’ll need to, with all the business you’ve been losing, lately.“

This second interruption came from a man, one clearly used to having his way, at least judging from the strident tone of his voice.  Tobirama immediately lengthened his stride.  He recognized that voice too, and unlike Mitsuru, he had no desire to ever engage in conversation with the person currently speaking.  He’d long been familiar with Madara Uchiha - it was hard not to, when your companies were direct competitors and had been since their respective founders had suffered a falling-out decades before.  But even if that hadn’t been their shared history, Tobirama was sure he would have despised Madara anyway, for the other man was loud, abrasive, and honestly quite obnoxious.  Why Hashirama continued to insist the other man wasn’t so bad was quite beyond Tobirama’s faculties.

For a moment, Tobirama held out hope that Madara would leave well enough alone and ignore him after heckling him in passing, but no such luck.  Instead, as Tobirama and Mitsuru walked by the intersection, Madara intercepted them, walking backward in front of Tobirama, all the better to taunt him.  Of course, Madara couldn’t leave well enough alone; when had he ever?  Tobirama saw the other man looked the same as he always did: impeccably dressed in a gray suit, tie forsworn for an unbuttoned shirt collar and suit jacket thrown over his left shoulder.  His hair was even longer and more unruly than usual, falling over his right eye and cascading over his broad shoulders.

“What, cat got your tongue, Senju?” Madara taunted, visible eye narrowed in unholy glee.   “You know, I told your brother that you required more seasoning before he promoted you - it’s a shame he didn’t listen…" 

Tobirama considered three different ways of incapacitating Madara with his own hair before discarding them as too disruptive.  No, better to find some other way to rid himself of this pest-  

"Is it just me, or does this guy get even more ridiculous every time I see him?” Mitsuru wondered aloud, and Tobirama felt a tiny smile curl the corners of his mouth as Madara made a hilarious, put-upon face.  "I mean, what kind of idiot wears dress shoes without socks?“

"The kind of idiot who wants to look suave, but fails to see he comes off as a buffoon instead,” Tobirama responded slyly in turn, and Madara sputtered in rage.

“Oh, so he’s that kind of guy,” Mitsuru drawled, not bothering to keep her voice down.  Some of the passing crowd was beginning to slow and stop, always ready to see yet another verbal battle between Tobirama and Madara; Madara’s visible eye kept twitching away from Tobirama towards the crowd, always antsy at public attention he hadn’t carefully cultivated himself. “The dumb kind of guy.”

Madara flushed, from the bridge of his nose all the way down his neck.  Tobirama eyed that unbuttoned collar for one long moment, idly wondering exactly how far down his chest the other man was flushing, before tipping his eyes back up and meeting Madara’s infuriated gaze.  Then, he smiled.

Madara blanched as he came to a sudden halt, blinking once, twice, thrice in surprise.  Tobirama simply smiled wider.  It was a nice smile - at least, Mother had always told him so.  No one had ever run screaming from it.  Well, no one had ever run screaming from it yet - it looked as though Madara might be the first.

“Have I entered an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me?” Madara asked, totally unnerved.  At Tobirama’s side, Mitsuru broke out into wild, unrefined guffaws, forcing Tobirama to stop and support her before she fell over.

“Oh, not for you, Madara,” Tobirama chided mildly.  "Never that.“

And then Tobirama serenely walked away, Mitsuru half hanging off his shoulder as they went.  Tobirama kept half an eye out, just in case Madara decided to try his luck again, but apparently, the other man was sufficiently discombobulated by the whole experience that wasn’t willing to dare Tobirama’s smile again.  Either that, or he was still puzzling through the insult Tobirama had offered him.  It might take him awhile to figure it out.  Madara, after all, was stubborn, but not exactly clever.

"So what, exactly, are you planning?” Mitsuru asked in her raspy low voice, still bursting out into chuckles every moment or two.  "Because I’ve seen that look on your face before, and it’s usually a prelude to a good time for all.“

"You’re the only person in the world who would say that,” Tobirama said dryly, directing the woman through the crowd towards the street exit.  Come to think of it, a tracker would be useful out in the bush, and Tobirama knew from previous experience that Mitsuru and Kawarama got on well.  

“Most people don’t know how to have a good time,” she agreed wryly, raking her hair off her face.  "Aren’t you lucky you know me?“

"Kawarama says that all the time,” Tobirama agreed with no small degree of sarcasm in his voice.  "As for the party I’m planning… are you aware that Uchiha Surveillance Services were terminated from their contract with Uzumaki Corporation three weeks ago?“

"No, I wasn’t,” Mitsuru murmured, eyebrows raised.  "Although it doesn’t surprise me.  Madara has such a nice personality, after all.“

Tobirama laughed once before stifling it. "Then you probably won’t be surprised to hear that the source of the breach was reportedly deep, irreconcilable personal differences between Madara and the Uzumaki heir?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Mitsuru said with a diffident shrug of her shoulders.

“Lastly, were you aware that I managed to finagle an invitation for Hashirama to attend the Uzumaki holiday party three weeks from now?”

Underneath the mask, Mitsuru was grinning so widely her eyes were half closed.  A full, rich laugh erupted from her throat.

“Oh, Tobirama, you really are a bastard in all the best ways!”


Two months later…

“…Uzumaki Corporation’s share price just surged today after word leaked that Senju Security would begin augmenting the corporation’s already formidable internal security.  This comes just weeks after the former chairman’s daughter took control of the company after her father’s unexpected retire-”

The television abruptly turned off, leaving Madara brooding in silence.

“Madara, why do you even care about this?” Izuna asked in aggravation, and Madara just grunted at him in response.  "Our margins were always pretty slim on that contract - if the Senju want to deal with her royal highness, let them!“

"It’s not that,” Madara said impatiently, raking his hair back into a messy ponytail before pinching the bridge of his nose.  "It’s the fact that Tobirama has won that irritates me.“

"Oh, god,” Izuna murmurs with dread.  "Please tell me you aren’t going to try and get back at him for some kind of imagined slight.“

"It’s not an imagined slight!” Madara snapped on reflex.  "And there is no way in hell I’m letting that albino bastard get the better of me.  Find out when he gets back in country…and get Harogomo on the line, I’m gonna need his help.“

Izuna just signed heavily and rubbed his face with his palms.  "Oh, Sage save us all from dumbass brothers with a grudge…”

(“You know, I’m not sure I’d qualify Madara’s feelings as a ‘grudge” as this point,“ Saburo said, sotto voce, to his brother, careful not to draw Izuna or Madara’s attention.

"Ugh, I really don’t want to think about it,” Shiro complained, a frown creasing his brow.  "And Goro is way too young to hear this.“

"Too young to hear about what?” Goro asked, lifting his eyes away from his phone for the first time in an hour.  Saburo and Shiro looked at Goro, then at each other, then back to Goro.

“Adult stuff,” Shiro advised.

“Worse,” Saburo drawled.  ”Madara stuff.“

“Oh, never mind then,” Goro muttered in disgust, looking back at his phone.  

Saburo and Shiro surreptitiously traded high-fives.  The Talk: successfully averted until Madara’s next crisis!)

i need more of mercy and her dads for my own sanity (previous posts w/angela and jack and gabe being dads here and here ) so here we go

post-recall, mercy’s one of the first back. she’s right there with winston getting things in order and helping him run the day-to-day stuff they need to realistically get back to work. getting the bases set up and contacting potential investors, for the most part

(discreetly, of course. businesses that overwatch had loose relationships with, businesses that blackwatch had slightly less loose relationships with–the kinda relationships that get them supplies and in return they lend people agents for not-quite-questionable-but-toeing-the-line jobs. it was mostly a badly-kept blackwatch secret, but now it’s a good thing that it was so poorly kept) 

point i’m making: mercy’s p high up in the hierarchy of new overwatch. last time around, she was a head scientist-doctor-researcher who happened to be a scarily good field medic, but was still low on the combat totem pole. this time around, she’s a pseudo-commander.

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I think my major problem with Korrasami is how rushed it feels. I mean, there’s not even a hint of it until like, what, The Aftermath? That’s halfway through the first season! Then when they’ve both broken up with Mako and are shown to have a strong, comfortable friendship, the show only spends like two seasons demonstrating that they’re now each other’s primary confidants and increasingly pairing the two of them off in contrast to Bolin and Mako. I mean, if you don’t count A Breath of Fresh Air, Rebirth, The Earth Queen, Long Live the Queen, Reunion, and Remembrances, they never even flirt with each other! Not to mention how Asami’s heartfelt declaration of how much she cares for Korra after almost losing her at the end of Book 3 comes out of nowhere!

I don’t have a problem with people who ship Korrasami. I just think that, compared to the hours or even days that passed between Korra and Mako meeting and Korra claiming they were meant to be together, an intimate mutual friendship with clearly displayed attraction growing into tentative flirtation and soul-searching before finally organically evolving into romance over a period of four to five years feels a little, you know, unrealistic.