i see yall buying cute stuff with like $$ and i cry bc u can buy the exact same product for like 99 cents. However, these are really hard to find. So, here’s a masterpost of lots of stuff that u can buy for way less than $5! This is also useful if youre living on a tight budget like me but you still want these cute shit like me. or if u wanna move out like me.
+ most of these are free shipping but u should check your country for some. +some of these are on sale so if you comeback to it months later the price might change. so hurry up!
+ ok that’s about it i guess. damn that took forever. + please tell me if any of these links aren’t working or if u have any questions! + if u wanna check out more pretty things that aren’t exactly $5 but still considerably cheap, or if these products aren’t available anymore, check out this tag! +last thing! if its not a bother please check this post and help me out if u can!
Human Sardonyx(es?) as lawyers ready to go on their lunch date
I really don’t feel like coloring this, but at the same time, I don’t believe it needs colors? It has been a long time since I did a black and white pic. Also, Leticia Curi is my real name! I’m figuring out how to sign it in a cool way.
Also thanks everyone who send me helpful messages, I’m ok, I’m just on a “meh” state! Sorry to worry you guys!
It seems that most of the argument on curing autism and other disabilities is that people “don’t want anyone to suffer it”
But here’s the thing about autism. We’re born autistic. We don’t know anything else. And as long as I have access to my coping methods, I’m totally fine.
I’ve been autistic my entire life. I didn’t know it until a couple years ago, but I’ve been finding my own ways to deal with sensory issues since I was born. It’s not really a problem to me. I have soundproof earbuds to block out extra noise. I have a necklace full of perfume in case of a bad smell, stim toys in case I get anxious. I know ASL in case I have a nonverbal shutdown. I know how and where to seek out accommodations for myself if I need them. My autism-related problems are hardly problems at all. They’re just life for me.
So here are the reasons I suffer due to my autism:
when I get overwhelmed but can’t leave the room because people accuse me of being rude
when I can’t plug my ears if there’s a sound I can’t deal with because people accuse me of being rude
when I get ridiculed for stimming in public
when I get ridiculed for whatever my special interest is
when people force me to eat food I can’t eat
when people force me to use spoken English when I’ve gone nonverbal
when people talk down to me because I’m autistic
when people try to force me to do things that my brain can’t handle under the assumption that I can do it if I believe in myself
Notice what all those things have in common? They’re all problems caused by people who don’t try to understand that our brains are different.
We don’t suffer because of our autism. We suffer because of YOU.
So don’t give me that “nobody should have to suffer the burden of having autism” crap. If you actually cared about autistic people, you’d let us be different and try to understand the way our specialized brains work. You don’t care about us. You just don’t want to deal with us.
Thranduil drinks to numb his body, for it is constantly
of Mirkwood creep into his soul, as his fea is connected to the woods, his magic
like a shield enveloping the darkening forest. As it ails and sickens, so does
Thranduil. And the pain is unbearable.
and their poison are like a searing hot venom to his body, their webs and nest consuming
his trees are like pins and needles shattering his bones. All they touch
crumbles and decays. So why should Thranduil’s body not do the same (when the
dwarves arrive in the woods, when he captures Thorin, the King Under the Mountain
thinks his scars are acquired just from his battles with the dragons.
But in reality, Thranduil is falling apart).
cannot leave bed, others he stumbles on his throne.
worse days, his nose bleeds, his body aches, his head pounds, and he wakes up with
advisors and guards ushering him to the healing wing.
his pain is both mental and physical, he finds the numbing effect of alcohol to
be quite beneficial.
It helped after
the death of his wife, before the aches began. Helped him sway away the image
of her dead body from his head, helped expel her ghostly figure—brown skin and
dark hair, bright eyes and gentle lips—from beside him.
drink brightened his mood just enough so that he could get through a council
meeting. It was small at first—a glass of wine a day for one meeting, and
perhaps two for another.
And then the
aches, they came. Disorienting and agonizing, excruciating, they came. And as the
woods died, so did he.
So he began to drink excessively (not quite an
alcoholic, not yet at least).
the wine strong, and soon Mirkwood is
notorious for its potent alcohol. All thanks to their ailing king.
Yet it fixes
very little. Only hazes his mind, muddles it enough to get him through kingly
elves regard him as a drunk. Galadriel calls it irresponsible and is glad for
his absence in the White Council (and he scoffs at her, for she has never seen
what he has, and never felt what he has, not hiding behind realms and rings. He
supposes, that’s why Elrond says nothing of the matter).
regard him as a dying elf, a proud king clinging on to his crown for the good
of his Kingdom.
he becomes addicted.
A cup or
bottle in his palm; a platter beside his throne, a waterskin on his horse. But he
is a king none the less, and the greatest left in Middle Earth.
judges his behavior—no one who knows him that is. Not when he blushes from the
effects of his alcohol, nor when he passes out on the floor, laughing, after a
successful council meeting, with Legolas dragging him out.
drinks because he is hurting. Their king drinks because he is dying.