Not a writing question but I was wondering what your opinions on the organization Autism Speaks were.
Ah, thank you for offering us an opportunity to share something very important to us. For those who aren’t aware, there is an organization in the US called “Autism Speaks” which claims to be a charity working to help autistic people. They are not a charity. They are a hate group.
Autism Speaks is not run with the help of any autistic people. It’s run by allistic people who think of autism as a horrible disease that needs to be eradicated. They run propaganda ads talking about autism like a plague which is destroying lives. They compare it to cancer. One of their propaganda videos famously shows a member of their board talking about contemplating killing her autistic child - while the child is in the room listening to her. Their goal is to “cure” autism - to wipe it off the face of the planet. They don’t see autistic people as people, but as tragic burdens to those around them. They want to take care of all the poor moms and dads whose lives were so tragically ruined when they found out their child was autistic. And they support organizations that torture autistic people and call it “therapy”, like the Judge Rotenberg Center.
This is not a charity. They think of us as broken, inhuman monsters who should be expunged from society. They are not helping us - they’re trying to exterminate us.
Their propaganda is a big part of why there is so much misinformation out there about autism and autistic people. The average person is likely to believe their claims that autism is a horrible disease, that the best way to help the people who have it is to cure them and make them “normal”. Especially the parents of autistic children might like the idea of “fixing” their kid.
News flash: We’re not sick. Autism is not a disease. At worst, it can be considered a disorder or disability, depending on your definition of such, but the vast majority of autistic people are perfectly happy being who we are. Our biggest hurdle isn’t some terrible defect in ourselves - it’s the negative attitudes and lack of understanding in those around us, and the expectation that our primary goal in life should be to act less like ourselves and more like the “normal” people who make up the majority (pro tip: there’s really no such thing as normal). Autism cannot be cured, because it’s not an illness. Our brains are hardwired differently than others, and that is a fundamental part of who we are. If you asked me if I would like a cure, I would look at you the same way as if you asked me if I would like to remove the color from my pizza, because it makes the same amount of logical sense.
Imagine if someone asked you if you would like to stop being (insert your nationality here). Like, just completely remove it from yourself. What would that even mean? Removing all your memories and experiences from that country? Erasing your native language and replacing it with another one? How would that even work? That’s the kind of thing that’s being proposed here.
What autistic people need is awareness, education, and sometimes assistance, depending on our individual needs. We dream of a world where seeing a person rocking back and forth gently and not making much eye contact isn’t met with indignation, disgust, or pity, and where our strengths are valued (and we have many!).
It should be noted that recently, Autism Speaks has changed their official platform slightly, supposedly focusing less on a “cure”, but I’m afraid I don’t buy it for a second. Anyone whose goal includes a “cure” at all is not advocating for our rights, and even if they did have a different mission now, the damage is long since done. Many of us may struggle, and many of us may wish there were certain problems we could do away with, but a “cure” is not possible and our goal should not be to eliminate autistic people from the world, especially given how much we contribute to society. Very few autistic people would actually desire a “cure”, even if one were possible.
So what does this have to do with writing? If you’re writing an autistic character who gets help from a charitable organization, do NOT make it Autism Speaks. That’s not what they do. If your character has any interactions with Autism Speaks, it will be more along the lines of being told they are broken and must be fixed, having the people in their lives treat them as less than human (or as deformed or defective) because they have believed the propaganda, being told they have no right to speak for themselves, and possibly suffering abuse and even torture at the hands of those who think they are “helping”.
There are plenty of good charitable organizations to help autistic people with what we actually need. If you want your character to support an organization in your story (or support the organization yourself by giving them positive exposure in your story), try one of these (and a little Google-fu can help you find a local one for you if you don’t live in the US or UK - search terms like “autism advocacy” and make sure it’s run by actual autistic people). We strongly recommend contacting them, letting them know what you’re writing, and asking how you can include them in your story and represent their work accurately:
“Mrs. Hudson has risen to the occasion,” said Holmes, uncovering a dish of curried chicken.
This time after finishing the drawing I felt like she needed some color and this is the result, usually I don’t color these kind of things mostly because I never know which colors to use but I guess keeping a three tone color palette helps a lot, and it turned out better than expected! I like how it looks. This was inspired by this tea label, a souvenir sold at the Granada Studio tour(I want to go back in time)
Variations of Gothitelle’s evolution line based on different types of Lolita fashion. Click on each for a full view.
The standard Gothic type is the most common one people come into contact with. Designers became very influenced by Gothitelle’s black and white color scheme, which helped give birth to a new fashion, Elegant Gothic Lolita.
As soon as other varieties were discovered, such as a very “sweet” looking Gothitelle with pink and blue colors, designers took notice and created more Lolita designs based on these variations.
If Lolita brands existed in the pokemon world, I’d like to think that some of them took inspiration from the Gothitelle line.
I imagined the brand name “Baby, The Stars Shine Bright” was based on the fact that Gothita kind of looks like a baby, and Gothorita/Gothitelle get their power from the stars. The brand name “Metamorphose“ could have also been influenced by how Gothita evolves and changes each time, lol.
[I’m so proud of myself for finally finishing this thing. My depression
made me not care about drawing anymore for the past several weeks, but I’m trying to get
back on track again.]
Notes: ★ “Wa” = “Japan, Japanese;” Is used as an adjective in some compound words (washi = “Japanese paper”) ★ “Hime” = “Princess”
Hi! First of all, I love your edits, they are all gorgeous and I hope you know that ♥ And secondly, would you mind making a mini tutorial on how to make the drawing effect gif as you did here post/158606758288/hogwarts-houses-ϟ-slytherin-or-perhaps-in? I would really appreciate that
aah thank you!! this is so kind of you to say :”) and sure thing, hun! I’ll be explaining how to make something like this from this photoset:
Can you help me with some coordination? I'm not sure how to send you an image file so I'll try to just describe the kimono. It's a pale pink houmongi with large purple areas and cream and gold flowers. Any advice on what color obi and obiage to pair with it? I was thinking a gold obiage but I'm not sure what obi to do with that and gold obiage are kind of hard to find. Unfortunately there don't seem to be any other small detail colors that I can pull from the pattern either.
Hello! Thanks for the question.
The further questions on my end are:
- How ‘old’ do you want your coordination to look? Like an adult, formal, married woman? Like a young woman but not formal enough for furisode? Like you’re going to tea ceremony? Like you’re going to a museum or fun event?
- What season are you dressing for? This may be less important if you have a limited amount of pieces.
Basically, remember The more contrast, the younger and more festive. The less contrast, the older. A bunch of pastels, subdued colors and low contrast is appropriate for tea ceremony (where you don’t want to take attention away from the tea), but may be too “jimi” (plain, old ladyish) for a young lady going out to a museum or cafe.
Note how these older ladies dress.
High contrast in patterns and bright solids will give your coordination a fun retro feel, like these younger ladies going out to enjoy the day.
If you are going for a higher level of formality with the houmongi, you may need an obi with some gold in it. Houmongi are generally used as a formal kimono just under a furisode, and the obi can be tied in fancy ways to raise the formality. Whether you want a very formal obi that’s traditionally paired with a houmongi like this one,
Or go with a simple Taiko knot with a shiny obi, you have a few options.
A general rule of thumb is to pair geometric-patterned obi with organic floral kimono, and vice-versa. The subtle pattern contrast draws the eye toward the obi and makes all the patterns pop.
To get back to your original question, with very light pink and lavender, I might actually try an obiage in a color that’s a deeper shade or saturation of what’s in the kimono, or some color that bridges the obi and kimono– a dark pink, a blue, maybe even a spring green. And I am a fan of obijime that have high contrast against the obi, such as the example above. If you can send me a link on imgur, or even reblog this post with an image, I can try to give further suggestions.
Could you do a tutorial or give me some tips on how to digitally paint hair is the hardest for me thanks for your time:)
*Never color black hair with pure black, it makes it look bad and you cant put shades on it and, its very difficult to make good lights too. Its much better if you put like a dark gray or something like that but never paint it black.
*Is more preferable if you do not use very saturated colors for the hair, it’s just too bright and make it difficut to watch, putting away the fact that it makes it look very ugly if you dont know how to use that kind of saturated colors.
*Have fun painting it, take your time. I do, and tbh one of the best parts for me its painting the hair, it makes me feel relaxed.
I hope it helped a little bit at least (?)
also sorry again if you didnt understand, my english is a little crappy and my handwriting is very confusing for some people <:0
Sole being pretty insecure about their body and the companions reactions + comfort. (love your blog btw the writing is spot on 💜)
Cait: “You?” She stares at them. “You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met,” she states, blunt as ever. It doesn’t even seem like she’s giving a compliment. It’s more like she’s stating a fact. “You picked me up out of the gutter and saw somethin’ in me I’d never seen in myself. If that doesn’t make you gorgeous, heart and soul, I don’t fuckin’ know what will.”
Codsworth: “Mx. Sole,” he assures them, with a delicate pat of his claw on their shoulder. “You are the most lovely person I have had the pleasure of meeting. And I mean that. That’s not just my programming.” He chuckles heartily. “You are kind, and lovely, and have done so much for me. I’d hate to see you fuss over something already wonderful.”
Curie: She claps her hands to her cheeks, looking distraught. “Sole!” she exclaims, and reaches for them. “Do not say such things! You are- you are so good, inside and out. Healthy, and strong, and beautiful in my eyes. Perhaps my opinion means little, for I am not human. But you are my greatest friend, and my heart sings for you.”
Danse: “You-” He sets his jaw, stifling some kind of emotion that tints his cheeks pink. “… You look lovely,” he says at last. He ruffles a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed, but presses on. “It is unfair and unkind to say otherwise, regardless of what anyone else thinks. There is no reason to be insecure about who you are. You are you, and that is enough.”
Deacon: “Aw, no, Sole, look.” He takes their hands and brings them to a mirror. “Don’t be like that, come on. Look here.” He takes Sole’s hands and makes them touch each embarrassing imperfection. “See that? Beautiful. And that? Beautiful. And that? Well, that’s just frickin’ fantastic. Trust me, pal, you got nothing to worry about in the looks department.”
Dogmeat: What kind of pupper would he be if he didn’t love Sole with all his little doggy heart? There is no inch of Sole not worth licking and snuggling and smiling at. Sole is flawless in his eyes. No question.
Hancock: “Sole, look at me.” He points to his dry, peeling skin, his all-black eyes, and wiry form. “If I can be a wasteland sex symbol, you have gotta be at least second place.” He grins. “You got nothin’ to worry about, doll. Whatever shit they told you Pre-War, it’s all lies. Here.” His grin widens. “Let me kiss it better, to prove it.”
Nick Valentine: “I’m not sure what it is you think you’ve gotta be insecure about,” he says, very solemnly, “but look at me. I’m a sentient mannequin. How could you think you’re less beautiful than I am?” He takes one of Sole’s hands in his. “If you can live with being around my ugly mug, then you’ve got no reason not to smile at the mirror every morning.”
MacCready: His eyes nearly bug out of his skull. “You think you’re…?” He shakes his head. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. I mean- uh- sorry. But, just-” He gestures to Sole in frustration, cheeks coloring. “Look at you! You’re like- I don’t even know. I grew up in a cave living on wall fungus, for crap’s sake. Compared to me, you’re…”
Piper: “Oh my god.” She takes it as a personal offense. Her idea of helping is to have a ‘fashion show,’ and forces Sole into all kinds of outfits. “Beautiful,” she says, no matter how silly the clothes are. “All of it. Gorgeous. Can’t find fault. You’re a supermodel, Sole, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She doesn’t stop until Sole is blushing and smiling and finally admits they look nice.
Preston: “Oh, Sole. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” The first thing he does is hug them, gently stroking their hair and offering comfort. “You’re one of the strongest, bravest people I’ve ever met. Maybe you don’t look perfect - though I’d definitely argue otherwise - but you deserve all the happiness in the world. Don’t let your worries to get to you.”
Strong: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH BODY?” He glowers fiercely. “CAN FIGHT. WHY SAD?” He lifts up his arms, flexing, making Sole mimic him. “HUMAN STRONG. HUMAN IS BEST FIGHTER. STRONG KILL OTHER HUMANS WHO SAY HUMAN WEAK.”
X6-88: He gives them a once-over that seems cold at first. Then, it’s almost like he’s seeing Sole for the first time. “You are fine,” he says, as if that’s enough. But it isn’t, not quite, so reluctantly he takes a breath and mumbles under his breath. “You’re… physically capable, and… not, physically, ah. Not physically unattractive. I suppose. In my opinion.”
Whenever I see a gatekeeping witchcraft post like the “you can’t use a plastic knife for an athame!” or “you can’t use electric tea lights in magic” I think 3 things. One, someone disagree. Two, they disagree so much they are unable to shrug it off and must confront someone to tell them how their witchcrsft is wrong. (and by wrong they mean not like theirs)
Three, how uncreative and boring their witchcraft must be. A little magical brainstorming can be really helpful. It helps you see your place in the world around you and opens you up to your own agency. Sometimes witches just gotta work with what they got.
Part of my study and practice of witchcraft is creating a safe, happy, and productive world around me. It is being aware of the space around me and being conscious of the choices I make.
I have always thought it was strange how I can’t look at words and not try to read them. When I started studying plants I couldn’t stop looking at plants and saying their name in my head and thinking about their magical and medicinal uses. Now I look at objects and my brain often goes to what kind of magical uses I can think about. What is its purpose? What color is it? What does it look like? A key opens things and locks things. A pillow is a rest for you head, something to sit on, or a way to muffle sound.
While I might not choose to use a plastic knife, or actually any thing like and athame, I would never ever presume to tel someone else how to witch.
do you have any tips on how to find face claims/ references for your characters?
Totally ^ U ^ ok so when you have a Oc at least for me I have a image in my head of what I want them to look and I try not to base it on just one person. I’m like I want olly to have a golden hazel colored eyes so I google that and find the kind that matches what I imagine or close enough, then i think about face shape I want a square jaw, then long hair, nose, lips, body type. I gather all those photos and make a mood board. then I go on to styling : I want him to be a metal head I want him to dress like a crustpunk and so I gather fashion inspo photos and that’s put on another page, THEN after all that i gather little details so for me it’s pictures of piebaldism, expressions things that show his personality and THEEEEEN I start drawing, it’s a lot but I like the outcome rather then me being “like fuuuuuuuck I like brad pit in interview with a vampire … OC zad bitt is brad pit with his lip pierced”
I just remember how fond I was of Ponyo’s Dad, Fujimoto, from the Ponyo movie. I mean yeah he was the ‘antagonist’ of sorts, but he’s this doofy once human, now wizard who lives in the ocean with his many fish daughters and loves a giant sea goddess. Not to mention he looks like a sleep deprived mess of a wizard (My favorite kind) And just decided one day to 'fuck the land, I’m gonna go live in the sea. Just fuck land. Fucket.’ Not to mention his stupid crazy ginger hair all over the place and the thing with wearing pinstripe suits in terrible colors, I just love him so much, permit to get passionate for a brief moment:
Imagine him getting mad at sailors who say 'Ahh….the sea is a harsh cruel mistress, but she’s my mistress…’
'Uh excuse you-The Sea is my WIFE and I will THANK YOU not to TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT’
'I DONT WANT HER TO BECOME HUMAN, I LOVE HER SO MUCH, GRANMAMARE.’
'Babe, we’ve got dozens of fish daughters, what about them?’
'I LOVE THEM TOO BUT I LOVE PONYO THE MOST. I DON’T WANNA SHARE’
'BABE YOU GOTTA SHARE’
'Your husband is a mess.’
'yeah but he’s my mess. and I love my hot mess. Looket him doing sciencey things with the fish.’
*Fujimoto falling off a boat screaming*
Imagine him visiting begrudgingly for Ponyo’s birthdays. He just sits grumpily in a kiddy pool. Grown ass man. Sitting in a kiddy pool. In a suit and tie.
Granmamare just petting him like a cat.
'this is my husband. He is smoll and floofy. I must take good care of him. Sometimes he forgets to eat stuff and to sleep. He floofy and fragile and sometimes he stands on rocks and yells at seagulls to stop pooping in the sea. I love him.’
'Why did you decided to live in the Ocean, Fujimoto? I meant besides the fact to be closer to your giant sea wife.’
'I can avoid taxes easier this way.’ (I now believe that all the Ghilbi Wizards are notorious Tax Dodgers, please see Howl’s Moving Castle, he literally lives in 3 diffrent towns at the same time)
'Humans are disgusting’
'Fujimoto, you were human once.’
'I know, and It was gross, I hated it.’
'How many daughters do you have’
’ I DONT KNOW. GIANT SEA GODDESSES DONT NESSARILY REPRODUCE LIKE PEOPLE DO, I AM CONSTANTLY SURROUNDED BY TINY MES.’
’….Is that a bad thi-’
'Shut up, I love it, don’t talk to me or my 1,290 daughters ever again
If you don't mind me asking, how do you outline your illustrations when you do watercolor? When I ink I use black and colored markers but I feel like they don't blend into the picture well.. do you use a tiny brush and outline with watercolor?
Hi! sorry for the late reply!
its really depends on what kind of look i want to have in my watercolors.
for this I drew with a 2 h the drawing, then painted and lined some parts with watercolor and a tiny brush but i used the diffent colors as a way to do some part with a lineless look.
here i firstly lined everything with a paint brush and a pale brown color. (i went back to darken some bits once the pic was pretty much done.)
here i lined with a micron 0.05 ink pen very lightly.
here i painted the whole thing and did the lines with a small textured brush in SAI. no lines where done traditionally here.
Instead of doing homework and catching up on my fics, I decided to make this for Valentine’s Day!
Hands down, this was your busiest time of the year. Besides the wedding craze that happened during the summer, Valentine’s Day always kicked your ass. A friend of yours suggested that you get seasonal help, but you could manage just fine with your only other coworker, an older woman named Marge.
She was working the register as you arranged the bins of roses for the fiftieth time that day. So many men had come in last minute, looking for specific flowers for their women, so you had to tell them over and over that there was no way you could complete a special order in time.
Having been yelled at three times today, dropping an entire bucket full of baby’s breath on the sidewalk, and completely forgetting about an order that you had for noon that day, you were ready for Valentine’s Day to be over. So, when the bell rang, signaling someone entering your shop, you rolled your eyes.
Looking up, you saw a man in a suit, looking around nervously through the flowers. This was a sight you had become way too used to today. You walked over towards him, ready to tell him that all the bright pink roses had sold out, until he looked up at you with green eyes.
“Hi,” you said, completely forgetting your Valentine’s schpeal about looking for ‘something special for someone special’.
“Hi,” he said, smiling back at you.
“Can I help you find something?”
“Yeah, um anything in purple.” You smiled and tilted your head curiously.
“Anything purple?” He chuckled and ran a hand through his dark hair.
“Yeah, it’s my mom’s favorite color.” You fought off the urge to shout yes at that moment. “Today is my parent’s anniversary.”
“Oh, how sweet,” you said, leading him towards a table covered with scattered flower petals, droplets of water, and broken stems.
“Not really. My dad died a long time ago.” You looked back at him and he frowned. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
“It’s okay. It’s still really sweet. Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?” you asked. He shrugged and you giggled. “Okay, well I really love these ones,” you said, pulling out the pale purple roses you had just gotten in. He took one from your hand and sniffed it.
“Yeah. She’ll love them. Do you have any other purple flowers I can pair with it?” You looked up at the clock on instinct, and saw it was eight. Closing time. The man seemed to take notice, too and looked back at you. “Oh, don’t worry about it I-”
“Forget about it,” you said. “I think I have something.” You took six of the roses and moved across the room to get some baby’s breath, adding some lilacs into it, and finishing it off with some pale pink chrysanthemums. “How does this look?”
“Amazing,” he said, taking the bouquet from your hands. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He followed you up to the register, and once you handed him his receipt he smiled.
“Thank you again.”
“Like I said, it’s no problem.”
“Well, Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. You smiled and he pulled out a rose, handing it to you. You opened your mouth to say something but he only winked and walked towards the door, leaving you blushing as you sniffed the flower.
A week later, you came into work to open, and found Marge standing at the door. She walked faster towards her, worried that something had happened. You started fiddling the keys as you approached her.
“Marge, is everything okay?” you asked.
“Yeah, I just wanted to give you this.” She handed you another rose, this one was also dyed purple. You smiled awkwardly and took it from her.
“What is this?”
“A rose. Jeez, you call yourself a florist.” You laughed and opened the door. She walked inside, and started fiddling with the flowers, even though she wasn’t supposed to be working.
“I know it’s a rose, Marge. Why are you giving this to me?”
“Well, you said we should do deliveries, I’m delivering.”
“From who?” you asked.
“You’re not the police, you know I don’t have to tell you.” You sighed and she grinned.
“Well if you’re not gonna tell me, you can at least help me unpack the truck.”
“Hey, it’s my day off,” she said, walking towards the door. As the door rang you rolled your eyes, looking back down at the flower. You knew it probably wasn’t from the same man, but something about it being the exact same flower gave you some hope.
A month went by, and you came into work to finish up one of your orders. Pulling up the form that Marge had filled out, you started searching around for fresh baby’s breath. By the time you had finished the bouquet of purple roses, lilacs, and baby’s breath, you realized that it was five minutes before the order was due.
Wrapping it in plastic wrap, and tying it off with a purple ribbon, you walked towards the front of the store. As you opened the door blocking off the work room from the sales floor, the door jingled again and your breath caught in your throat.
The same man from Valentine’s Day was standing at the door. He was wearing a blue suit today, and was staring at you, too. Marge looked between you two so much so that you eventually shot her a look. You set the bouquet back on the counter, and walked towards the man.
“Welcome back,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Is that your order.”
“It is, actually.”
“For your mother, right?” you asked.
“Yep. She loved the one you made for Valentine’s Day.”
“Awesome. Well, they’re all set,” you said, walking back towards the register. Marge was leaning over the counter, smiling widely at you. You started pricing the flowers, but her staring was distracting. “I think that order of tulips is here,” you said. “Why don’t you go unpack them?”
“They’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow,” she said. You clenched your teeth and stared back at her.
“Go unpack them,” you said. She sighed and winked at the man before she walked off. He laughed a little and you felt your nerves relax just a little. “Sorry about her.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled and finished his total and told him what it was. He paid in silence as you awkwardly stared at the sun gleaming through the window. “What’s your name?” he asked suddenly. You looked up and thought that he looked just a little bit nervous, too.
“Rafael,” he said, holding out his hand. You shook it and tried not to beam. “This is for you,” he said, pulling out another purple rose.
“You really don’t have to do this,” you said, trying to hand it back.
“I want to. Soon you’ll have a dozen.”
“Maybe, but they’ll all be dead.” He laughed silly, as if he just realized how ridiculous his plan was.
“You’re right. Well, then I’d like to place another order.”
“Why?” you asked.
“I need a dozen pale purple roses for a first date I’m going on,” he said. You frowned and nodded.
“Of course. What do you want the tag to say?”
“To Y/N,” he said. You looked up and he smiled. “Only if you want to go, of course.” You smirked and blushed a bit.
“You’re going to make me work for a date?” He nodded his head to the sigh and you laughed. “Alright, when should I have this order done by?” you asked.
“How about Friday?”
“How about Saturday,” you said. “Six o’clock?”
“They’ll be done by then,” you said. He grinned and nodded.
“Thank you so much, Y/N. I’ll be here on Saturday to pick up my order. See you then.” He walked towards the door, and he was well down the street when you realized that he had still left a rose for you.
Genre: Smut, vampire!AU, (a bit of angst?) Word count: 4748 Description: After one fateful accident your entire life changes, but so does Jimin, leaving you bitter and lonely until you both break down. Warnings: Mature content Author’s note: Inspired by Jimin in BST MV (his outfit was screaming vampire to me ><). Also I started writing this yesterday without even realizing that today is his birthday, so great timing getting inspired! #HappyJiminDay everyone!
known Jimin for a couple of years already, when you actually got to know the real him. Who knows if he would have ever
shared his secret if it wasn’t for that one fateful day.