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Achluophobia: Friday

Title: Achluophobia: Friday, Part 1 of 4
Author: @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Notes:  A HUGE thank you to @bohoartist for holding my hand through writing this, sending encouraging feedback when needed, and just being a badass beta in general.  Media credit to @bohoartist as well. I don’t deserve you.  So much love to @kateyes224 my baeta, for polishing my words and making them better.


Yellowed porch lights from neighboring houses punch orbs of brightness into the colorless night that hangs heavily behind the living room windows.  

“Lindsey!”  Her mother’s voice carries down the stairs to the couch that Lindsey sits on.  Joey, her younger brother, glances at her over his tower of Legos that perches atop the coffee table.  Ignoring his glare, she pulls her comic book closer to her face, her eyes straining to make sense of the jagged lines of the drawings at a too-close distance.

“Linds!”  She hears her mother’s sing-song call again.

“Mom’s calling you, you should answer,” Joey says as he rummages through the plastic toy pieces in front of him, before settling on a long red plank and places it at the top of his creation.  Lindsey chuckles and rolls her eyes as she snuggles herself deeper into the couch cushions.  Her little brother is the personification of innocence with his bright blue eyes and freckled cheeks, both of which lend credence to his invariably angelic attitude.

“She’ll come down and get me if she needs me.”  She can feel his eyes on her still as she nonchalantly flips the page of her book and smirks.  “Lighten up, punk.”

In a flurry, their mother enters the living room with her arms full of dirty laundry and her curly mahogany hair wisping wildly in every direction.  Recently laid off from her job as a bookkeeper, her days are spent doing laundry, meal-prepping for the week ahead, and whirling throughout their house like an F5 tornado with a purpose.

“Didn’t you hear me calling you?”  she asks, her voice as weightless as the flowy blouse she’s donned.

Lindsey shakes her head ‘no’ as her little brother speaks.  “She did.”

“Tattletale,” Lindsey mumbles. Joey shrugs.

Their mother sighs, and then chuckles as she flits around the furniture, dusting here and there with a stray sock.  “Linds, you really need to remember to blow out your candles before falling asleep.  You’re gonna burn the house down.”

“I like the light,” Lindsey responds as she flips a page of her book.

“Well, then we can get you a night-light.  A night-light won’t catch the curtains on fire.”

“Mom!  I’m fifteen, I can’t have a night-light.  If my friends saw that, it would be like freaking social suicide.”

“Language, please,” their mother warns.  “You know I don’t like it when you say freaking.  That’s just another variation of a cuss word, and we don’t talk like that in this house.”

“I have a night-light,” Joey offers.

“You’re eight, no one cares if you have one,” Lindsey replies.

“Linds, being afraid of the dark, at any age, is nothing to be ashamed of,” her mother says as she crouches and begins to pull stray socks from underneath the couch, tucking them to the heap of clothing under her arm.  “I know plenty of adults that sleep with the bathroom light on.”

“I’m not afraid of the dark!”

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On this day 40 years ago, on April 3rd and 4th, 1974 a super outbreak of tornadoes occurred. It was the most violent tornado outbreak ever recorded. 148 tornadoes were confirmed in 13 US States with 30 F4/F5 tornadoes recorded. The F5 tornado pictured above struck Xenia, OH at 4:40pm on April 3rd. The path of the tornado was over a ½ mile wide. It was the deadliest tornado of the outbreak killing 32 people and destroying a significant portion of the town.

I love that Life is Strange is a choice-based game, and that there’s no true ending. But the Sacrifice Arcadia Bay ending doesn’t sit right with me. I kind of think it’s selfish for Max to sacrifice her hometown and all the people in it just for Chloe. I love Chloe Price as a character, but I truly think she was meant to die in Life is Strange. The universe sent an F5 tornado after her, who’s to say it won’t do it again? Sure, the dynamic duo could settle somewhere else together, but who’s to say that once they get there the same thing that happened in Arcadia Bay won’t happen to that place? I think it’s better for Max to let Chloe go. To let Nathan Prescott confess, Rachel Amber’s body to be found, and Mark Jefferson to rot in jail like he deserves.

Thor: The Dark World (liveblog) [x]


You really probably have to see it in full view to see the scale of it, that that storm is HUGE in comparison to the size of the people in that third cap, and it most definitely was not there a few moments ago, when they were fighting Kurse, as far as I could see.

The first time I watched the movie, I don’t think I paid much attention to it, I just assume it was something there to drive Thor and Jane into the caves so that they could find one of the weak spots between the realms, that it was just part of Svartalfheim’s natural weather.  But now that I’m going over this movie with a much closer look and now that the movie has definitely confirmed that Thor has a subconscious control over the weather (as we saw when he was on Midgard and he made it rain there without seeming to realize it), you will never convince me that this wasn’t Thor’s doing.

Neither Thor nor Jane look terribly worried about the storm brewing overhead, either, just that it means they should find shelter, despite that HOLY SHIT THAT THING IS FUCKING HUGE SERIOUSLY LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING.  So, if they’re not worried about it, it seems like they both trust that Thor is the one affecting it, that it’s not actually a danger to them.

Which means THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THOR IS HURT BY THE LOSS OF LOKI, you will not take that it’s fucking canon that Thor whipped up an F5 tornado WITHOUT EVEN TRYING because of how keenly he felt the loss of someone he loved so deeply.

And, as great as it is for being able to point out, “Ha!  Look how much Thor cares about Loki!” I love it even more for what it says about Thor himself, about how Thor’s entire character is a raging storm when he needs to be.  He can control it better now, he’s matured a lot, but that’s still always going to be Thor.  He’s this larger than life tornado!

He’s this alien from an advanced civilization who can casually travel between the stars, who’s not just visited worlds they’ve never known about, but traveled them, gotten to know them, stayed with them.  A guy who goes toe to toe with the Hulk and pushes back. He’s someone who risks his life and the people he cares about because he wants to do the right thing and save Jane and avenge his mother.  He’s a storm god and his loss is exactly what you see here—something huge and immense and you need to get the hell out of its path.

I feel like a lot of people don’t really know how to write Thor very well, that he ends up just sort of standing there, because we’ve all been told not to write him in capslock or as a poptarts lover, so instead he becomes rather cardboard and bland.  But that’s not Thor at all!  Thor will stay quiet when he’s thinking about something or listening to others, but if Thor believes something, there’s no force that can sway him from that path if he does not want to be.  When Thor is angry, he can practically crack planets in two.  When he suffers loss, there’s literally a storm on the horizon that could swallow anyone in its path whole.  Thor is someone who cannot ever stand by when he could be doing something and that’s why, even when the next bit is terrible pacing, it still makes sense to me, that Thor gets moving again.

Thor is someone who does things, Thor is someone who has come to know himself through a lot of hard self-reflection and having a good head on his shoulders, Thor is kind and generous and understanding and accepting, but he’s also a storm god who will always love to fight when there’s a worthwhile battle to be had.  It can be hard to write him sometimes, but when you can do it, he’s an incredible character and moments like this just make me love him all the more.

As time sways by.
You realize you have things inside of you.
Things other people can’t take.
You’re forever alone,
But still you won’t break.
It’s the most creative souls,
Who end up this way.
Dying inside but smiling,
Through every breath you take.
Comprehending and loving,
Is a deadly mistake.
One I’ll never forget,
I’ll die if I make.
The closer they get,
The more that they see.
You’re not all cupcakes.
You’re not all sweet.
You’re poisonous.
You’re razor blades.
You’re good but not great,
You’re another mistake.
You’ve been through hell,
And you’re still burning in flames.
You’re an epic disaster,
You’re never ending rain.
You’re thunder and lightning.
You’re an F5 tornado,
Swirling in pain.
But you’re still beautiful,
Drenched in those tears.
You’re still worth the chaos.
You’re still worth it my dear.
—  Andy, you are entirely beautifully insane.
The Best Laid Plans: A Meta on the Downfall of Laurel Lance

FYI- This is not about the grave, but rather my thoughts on where the writers initially went wrong with LL’s character.

Ok, now that that’s out of the way…

I’ve always wondered what the writers/producers first thought back in Season 1 when they started to get both fan and media backlash on their characterization of Laurel Lance.

Their original intentions for Arrow very much included the canon development of the Green Arrow/Black Canary storyline, a storyline with decades of proven comic success. So how could it have spun so quickly out of control in this adaptation? Why did the audience rebel against Laurel so quickly?

Everyone has his or her own experience and reasoning, I’m sure. I’ve heard people chalk it up to lack of chemistry, acting talent, or even the introduction of Felicity. However, none of those things factored in for me.

Personally, I started to turn on Laurel Lance halfway through episode 1x01. Yup. I liked Laurel for exactly 30 minutes of an episode before it started to go swiftly downhill.

I’ll get to exactly why in a minute but, before that, lets think about just what the writers intended to set up for the first third or half of the 1st season: Oliver Queen’s transition from spoiled, selfish, irresponsible playboy to tormented, selfless, city-saving vigilante.

To do that, they chose to exaggerate both sides of him. At the same time they introduced the deadly vigilante assassin, they also introduced the asshole playboy who took his girlfriend’s sister on a secret yacht sexcation.

Now, lets consider how they planned on fixing the chasm between Laurel & Oliver over the next couple of seasons:

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vclewis  asked:

Resending the ask. I find the tumblr ask system confusing too :). Can you explain 'stimming'? I'd love to be more educated about autism.

Thank you. Sorry about that mishap. Tumblr needs to put all the buttons in one place and not move them around. ANYHOO…

Stimming is short for self-stimulatory behavior, which is the repetitive behaviors autistic people are often seen engaging in. Things like rocking, spinning, hand flapping and vocalizations are just a few of the most common ones people may be familiar with when they think “autism”. Stimming can also take on other forms that are easily disguised as fidgeting, such as leg bouncing, twirling one’s hair around their fingers or chewing on pencils. Other less visible stims are visual stims such as looking at sparkly, holographic or brightly colored things and audio stims like making springy doorstops go BOING(I think that’s a hilarious noise btw) or listening to the same song over and over on repeat.

I’d like to point out that everybody ‘stims’ a bit, but when non-autistic people do it it’s usually called fidgeting instead. The difference is telling a non-autistic person to stop fidgeting won’t cause them much or any trouble at all, but telling an autistic person to stop stimming can result in distress, pain, an inability to concentrate, an inability to process information or even a meltdown or shutdown.

What usually sets autistic stimming apart is non-autistic society thinks some autistic behaviors are “socially inappropriate” because they look “infantile” or “strange” so parents are misguided to take their kid to behavior therapy to have that behavior forcibly stopped before the autism “takes their child away”. (That’s a load of bullshit btw, autism doesn’t “steal” anyone. There’s no ‘normal’ person behind the autism symptoms; autism is part of that person and shapes all the experiences of their life.) 

The equivalent to forcing an autistic person to stop stimming would be me telling you to stop blinking your eyes. It doesn’t take long for the effort and pain of not doing a thing you’ve done every day without thinking about it gets so distracting you can’t continue whatever activity you were doing.

There was(and sometimes still is) a form of behavior therapy called applied behavioral analysis which is basically a form of behavior modification that forces an autistic person to look neurotypical. The Lovass style of ABA therapy is abusive because it teaches autistic people that their natural way of being is wrong and takes their coping mechanisms away. It literally looks like dog obedience school and the children are treated like unintelligent animals. It’s absolutely disgusting. If a therapy causes PTSD then it’s abuse and I don’t care what anyone says.

Most autistic people NEED to stim. We do it to regulate our nervous systems. Some of us use stimming to fill in a sensory ‘hole’ because there’s a lack of environmental input, and some of us use stimming to blow off excess energy because there’s too much environmental input. Some autistic people do it for both (I do).

Stimming can also be a form of communication. I stim certain ways to express my emotions because emotions create excess energy that I need to “burn” off or else I can have a meltdown. Yes, I can get so happy or excited that I have a meltdown! (Sounds like an contradiction, doesn’t it? I know!)

Stimming usually feels good, like getting into a hot bath after a stressful day. I say ‘usually’ because some people may engage in self-injurious behavior (SIB) which is an extreme form of stimming where the person literally injures themselves. It may be minor, like the person chews up the inner mucous membranes inside their mouth, or it can get extreme. I get SIB sometimes during meltdowns, and for me it feels like the impulse to punch myself in the head gets stronger than my ability to resist it. I kind of always have the urge, but I can redirect it with my other stims unless I have a really bad meltdown where I lose control of my impulses. I’m also prone to chewing, sucking and biting my lips when I get stressed out, but I’ve been able to redirect that with my chewable No Gloom ‘Shroom stim toy.

Examples of extreme SIB are the person punching themselves, biting themselves or slamming their head into hard surfaces. These behaviors can get dangerous because a lot of damage can be done as fast as an F5 tornado demolishes a house. 

Sometimes SIB is rooted in something like pain or discomfort due either to medical, environmental and sometimes emotional/mental issues. SIB can also be complicated by things like epilepsy which can also trigger SIB storms. Addressing those can reduce or stop SIB. The roots of SIB may also be hard to pinpoint or reduce if the causes are very complex. 

Sometimes people who get SIB can’t stop or redirect themselves once they start. The best course of action is someone else trying to redirect the person to do something else for their safety. Don’t force them to stop, give them a replacement stim. Otherwise it’s like me holding your eyelids open so you can’t blink and not giving you eyedrops to keep them moist. Give the autistic person tom-toms to beat on, let them bang their head into a pillow or give them a chewable stim toy to bite. They can still go through the motions without injuring themselves. 

I also believe restraining (bodily, as in a person holding onto wrists or elbows, not straps on a wheelchair or bed) someone in the middle of uncontrollable SIB should only be done as a stopgap measure as they’re being redirected to something less harmful. 

People experiencing SIB need to be comforted, not yelled at to stop it. How would you feel if you got yelled at to shut up every time you tried to say something hurts or doesn’t feel right? Behavior is communication, especially in nonverbal autistic people, and yelling at an autistic for a behavior they’re engaging in is no different than yelling at a speaking person to stop talking.

Not all autistic people get SIB. Those who do shouldn’t be made to feel ashamed of it.

I’ve got videos of my own stimming under a “read more” cut because they take up a lot of space and this post is already really long. Feel free to ask me more questions about autism if you have any. I’m happy to answer them and I appreciate you asking an ACTUALLY AUTISTIC PERSON about autism. Most people go to non-autistic “experts” and end up misinformed. :)

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More than 1,000 tornadoes hit the U.S. every year – in some parts of the country, they’re almost routine, like giant monster attacks in Japan. But every once in a while, a big one hits. That’s what happened on May 20, 2013, when the country’s biggest tornado in years landed in Moore, Oklahoma. It obliterated more than 1,000 homes, flung a 10-ton oil tank onto a school a half a mile away, and killed people as they hid in showers, in bathtubs, and in closets.

We sat down with one woman whose family narrowly survived that storm to find out what it’s like to be at ground zero when the weather tries to assassinate you.

5 Things You Learn Surviving An F5 Tornado


Oelwein, Iowa
Population: 6,415

“The town of Oelwein was laid out in a corn field purchased from Gustav Oelwein on the coming of the Burlington, Cedar Rapids and Minnesota Railroad (later called the Rock Island) in 1872. Some years later the two dividing streets of Oelwein were named after his sons, Frederick and Charles.

The town of Oelwein is named after the Oelwein family, but they were not the original settlers of the land. On the contrary, it was entered by a professional man at Dubuque, who made it his business to enter land, add a good fee for his trouble, plus a high rate of interest, and then not turn it over to the man in whose name it was registered until he was able to pay the price. Oelwein’s present site was entered in 1852 by J. B. Burch. The hamlet of Oelwein was instituted in 1873, and was incorporated as a town in 1888, with Dr. Loban Pattison becoming its first mayor. The town suffered its chief setback in 1887, when nearly all of the old Main Street business district (now First Avenue SE) was destroyed by fire.

In 1968, the town suffered another setback when a tornado swept through the main business district. 68 homes were destroyed, including some in F5 damage, 132 sustained major damage and 600 sustained less damage. Every business in the district suffered damage including 51 that were destroyed. Two churches, an elementary school, and the middle school were destroyed. Extensive damage was also done in nearby Maynard. Along the path, 5 people died (one in Oelwein), 156 were injured, and $21 million worth of ($18 million in Oelwein) damage was done, inflated to $130.4 million today.”

It could be that it’s all explained. It could be that for whatever reason I can’t wrap my mind around the “truth.” But I can’t help but shake the feeling that something in the LiS ending was wrong. And, I understand our deep desires for wish fulfillment, or whether we believe something was told badly or whatever. But really, I think this has nothing to do with that. This is just things not adding up to me.

In the two options, “Bae or Bay” as so aptly coined, it’s the less involved ending, sacrificing Arcadia Bay that seems more real to me. Not necessarily because their’s a “correct” option and a “wrong” option. Obviously there’s no correct option as we’re left to create our own head cannon. Rather, the option to sacrifice Chloe was left with too many loose ends (and I mean that with all puns intended). And I don’t want to rant and rave about it, but I do want to air out my thoughts, I don’t want to feel alone on this.


In the end, the option to sacrifice Chloe is intended to “correct” the course of time. It’s intended to “fix” things. To set them back onto time’s intended course. But, in truth, this can’t physically be done. Max can’t go backwards and simply set things back onto their exact path by allowing Chloe to die in the bathroom. The act of Max, past/present time traveler being there changes things. She has knowledge that she shouldn’t have. She has experiences. She herself has grown into a wildly different human being than the one who should have been there in the bathroom that day. When Max travels back, when Chloe walks in, the outside of the bathroom door is still a glow. Is still a limit on the moment. A frame. Certainly, it’s much closer to the originally “intended” reality for the original Max, and the correction needn’t be as vast and thus the storm never comes to strike down Arcadia Bay. But it cannot be the same. Max can never get back there to the original path because she herself no longer belongs there. And while she may accept that particular reality, in which she lets Chloe die as one she can live in, can accept, it will still never be “hers.”

In contrast, sacrificing the Bay and saving Chloe, despite the losses, feels better. Feels more valid. We’re never told explicitly that every person in the Bay dies. We’re shown mass destruction. We’re shown and know there are lives lost. But I’ve lived next to a town (within 15 minutes) that was leveled by an F5 (the actual current highest point on the Fujita Scale, though there is described possibility for an F6 in the future. So I see what you did there LiS). Despite the incredible, massive scale of damage, there were no lives lost there. (Feel free to look up Newton Falls, Ohio 1985 F5 Tornado if you want to hear about it.) The deaths we’re warned of in Max’s nightmare ring more true as being her fears as she grapples with decisions she knows she has to make, rather than a true description of the death toll that will certainly come.

Additionally, we cannot simply forget that Arcadia Bay was sick before Max ever received her powers. The Bay was already dying its own slow death. The fish had disappeared, the fisherman on their last attempts to make a living. The residents were leaving, or stuck based on circumstances. The only prosperity seemed to be the Prescotts who were only further driving things to their own whims. For their own purposes. The destruction of the storm gives the town an ability to rebuild. To come alive again. We don’t simply leave towns in prosperous areas to rot anymore, we know in reality that it can and will be rebuilt.

Finally, while sacrificing Chloe yields the blue butterfly, Chloe’s soul’s acceptance, sacrificing the Bay gives us a confirmation in nature that things are okay. The birds haven’t all died, they fly over top of the wreckage. The deer, more real than we’ve ever seen it lopes towards its companions. Not simply a guiding spirit but an active creature. Nature returns. The balance after the storm is shown. We feel that it’s over. We can breathe again. Choosing to sacrifice the Bay isn’t just the “selfish move” because Chloe is the number 1 priority. (Even if she is the motivation), but it’s also the acceptance that just going back in time once again to “fix it/break another reality” isn’t the only way forward. There doesn’t have to be the endless loop. There’s also pure acceptance of the consequences. While traveling back in time stops her from having to deal with any repercussions, the storm which grows is a culmination of every time she couldn’t just stop and handle it.

In any case, I know this was long. And I know that it doesn’t really mean much, because any person’s head cannon can be valid. But this just bothered me. And I guess I needed to validate why I feel no guilt in sacrificing the Bay. 


Joplin, MO tornado footage

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F5 - not the deadly tornado kind
  1. I haven’t had a lot to say here lately. Spring youth sports + end of school year + staying up late watching sportspuck + work + house maintenance + tired = bleh. I’m mostly OK, though, I think.
  2. I’ll spare you the details and pics of my recent podiatrist visits, but I did learn I am part of the 10% of the population who has Morton’s Toe, a condition where my second toe is longer than the big toe. Ladies.
  3. The phrase “dad bod” fills me with a smoldering rage that I can’t quite articulate. See also: “skinny fat.” I don’t know if I’m projecting or not, but, jesus, the teeth-grinding anger these words incite.
  4. Apparently yesterday was International Tell Your Crush Day. Tumblr must have eaten all those inbox messages.
  5. I’ve got it down to a single word: “don’t.” When the negative thoughts start, as soon as I’m aware of them, “don’t.” Thinking about my thinking may be why I’m so tired all the time, but this feels like important work.