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.”
A Stand that turns any vehicle the user drives/rides/pilots/skates into an overwhelmingly destructive force (i.e. the aftereffects of a simple bicycle ride would look like an F5 tornado had passed through)
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. :)
This is a town not 15 minutes for me.
This was 1.3 MILES wide, moving at 34 mph with winds hitting 200+mph. Katrina only hit 175mph at the most. It traveled 17 miles.
The square mileage of its path was near the size of Manhattan Island. Moore has been hit by two F5 tornadoes one of them even ranking off the Fujita scale. The weathermen in my state are so accurate they can tell you exactly where it will go within a mile or so.
What amazes me the most about areas like this and many more in the Midwest is when it happens we brush it off build again and wait for next year.
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 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.
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
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
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
Now, lets consider how they planned on fixing the chasm
between Laurel & Oliver over the next couple of seasons:
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
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.
“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.”