remote places in the world

Autistic headcanons

A couple of characters that I headcanon as autistic:

1) Groot: A nonverbal autistic, Groot can struggle with self-care and appropriate social behaviour. Groot is very empathetic and loves to spend time with his friends, but can get distracted by his need for oral sensory stimulation.

2) Drax: A very literal autistic who struggles with interpersonal relations and figurative speech, Drax’s bluntness often comes off as abrasive. Considered neurotypical for his people, Drax never had functional issues within his own society, a fact which causes him much frustration.

3) Superman/Clark Kent: A hypersensitive, hyperlexic autistic, Superman experiences regular sensory-overload and navigates interpersonal interactions with the aid of complex scripts. He has trouble with eye-contact unless in his Superman persona and often comes off as shy and/or overly formal. He needs a lot of time alone, and regularly zips off to remote places to get some peace. Luckily, flying is the best stim in the world.

4) Superboy/Conner Kent (Young Justice): A hypersensitive autistic like his dad, Superboy is much more likely to experience meltdowns/shutdowns. He is often literal and needs help navigating confusing social experiences and emotions. His tendency to info-dump was magnified by the way in which he was taught, but luckily his friends don’t mind. He prefers hiding in small places, since he can’t fly (gddamnit), and watching the “snow” on the TV.    

5) Hulk: An abused, hypersensitive, mostly nonverbal autistic, Hulk experiences almost constant meltdowns where he becomes physically violent in an attempt to control the chaos he experiences. With a poorly developed theory of mind, Hulk usually has trouble thinking about things from other people’s perspectives and has a lot of trouble interacting with people. A fan of destructive stims, Hulk is regularly assaulted with ableist prejudices, and is often thought of as being less-than-human. Fortunately, the Avengers are good friends and always have something for Hulk to Smash.

I’m such a proud Jennifer Lawrence fan

Originally posted by drunkbroadway

Modern AU: where Patsy is a well known author and she needs to research for her next book, where she meets adrenaline junkie Delia Busby who helps her with her research by taking her camping in remote places around the world, and of course being in a small tent in the middle of nowhere is really good for the love life….. (if anyone wants to write it your welcome too✌️)

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SOMETIMES YOU STUMBLE ACROSS a place that seems like it got far more than its fair share of natural beauty. Places with spectacular wildlife, gorgeous scenery, and an almost absurdly beautiful culture. Kenya is one of those places. “I haven’t scratched the surface yet,” says Jamie Gaymer, a game warden at the Ol Jogi Wildlife Conservancy, “and there is so much out there in these remote places that has not been explored. And I have the opportunity to spend the rest of my life doing that.”

You’ve undoubtedly seen Kenya on wildlife and nature programs on TV. But we decided to go to Kenya and shoot it in a different way. We took to the skies. From drones and from planes, we traveled to the remote and beautiful parts of one of the most stunning places in the world and captured its wildlife, its landscapes, and all of its natural beauty from above. The result is one of the most beautiful videos we’ve ever done. Check it out.

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Dagobah was a planet in the Dagobah system, and one of the purest places in the galaxy within the Force. A remote world of swamps and forests, it served as a refuge for Jedi Grand Master Yoda during his exile, after the destruction of the Jedi Order. It was here that Luke Skywalker received advanced training in the ways of the Force under Yoda and would later witness his death and transformation into the Force.

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Hᴇɴʀʏ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ Eʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇs.

The pain in his lungs finally seemed to lighten, the dark room growing brighter about him, and the nauseating and suffocating smell of incense subsiding. Sounds disappeared, replaced by the gentle surf of Brittany that he had known so well in his youth. He could feel the salt water spray, the sand under his bare feet, damp from an afternoon storm. In the distance, there were rain clouds, pouring over the horizon and consuming the ships in the distance. The sky was a light gray, chilly from the shifting winds, but crisp and fresh.
He felt young again, his body lithe and strong, weightless within his form. His hair no longer tangled and matted, blew across his eyes, the fine auburn strands catching what little light managed to peer through the clouds.
It was beautiful and there was nothing to disturb him. The beach empty and remote, his favorite place in the world, just as he had always remembered it. Even in his dreams, it seemed to be such. He darted forward, charging into the surf, allowing it to swirl and churn around him. His simple breeches and shirt dampened, but not freezing from the water. He smiled wider, finally giving way completely to the peace and tranquility of his surroundings. To his isolation and meditation.
But he was not alone. A figure appeared over the hills, walking slowly towards him. A woman. She was dressed as loosely as he was. A white shift over her supple curves and white skin. Her blonde hair free about her waist, curled as he had always loved it. In an instant, he could smell her perfume, rich and tender in the air, sweetening the scent of the ocean. How long had it been since his senses had been alleviated by her presence? The innocent creature who had always seemed other worldly. An angel in his court and a rose in his garden.
He moved towards her, hesitant and shy after so long. Her smile brightened as her hand reached for his, no words needed to convey the joy that had lit a flame within her eyes. The feel of her skin again, the softness of her body. It was as natural as the sea joining the shore.
He lowered his head to gaze at her, as young and beautiful as when he had first beheld her after Bosworth. Her palm cupped his cheek, caressing him gently. “My beloved one,” she whispered to him, their brows pressed against the other, simply basking in the moment. Sniffles and sobs breaking the silence, with only the ocean as an audience.
He held her face in his hands, gazing at her reverently. “I am sorry,” Henry told her. “I am sorry I have taken so long. I am here now. Together.”
“Together,” she replied, their lips meeting for a loving and meaningful kiss. “Always and forever.” (x)

  • Me: *sees intrincate victorian gothic stuff* ah yes this is my aesthetic
  • Me: *sees elaborate cyberpunk stuff with neon colors* ah yes this is my aesthetic
  • Me: *sees folkloric stuff from remote places of the world* ah y