time knowledge

on omid and gender

I know just about every writing tutorial under the sun urges authors to distance themselves from their characters, but I felt like writing a little blurb about how certain aspects of Omid’s character have become super important to me over the course of his existence.

As I’ve mentioned before on my main blog, Omid is a trans man.  It took me a while to figure this out.  I knew he wasn’t cis when I first made him, but that was the extent of my knowledge.  As time went on and I kept developing this character, I began to get a better understanding of his identity.

The thing about Omid’s character that is important to me is his presentation.  I realize I’m treading into personal territory here (which I try to avoid on my webcomic blog), but I struggle a lot with my gender.  A lot of this surfaces with me hating myself unless I present as hyper-masculine as possible–which is impossible for someone who looks like me.

Even within the fictional universe of Shai Away, Omid presents rather femininely.  However, he is very confident with the fact that he is a man.  He dresses the way he does because that’s how he feels comfortable and it doesn’t make him feel any less secure about his gender.  Oh he feels insecure about a lot of things, but gender isn’t one of them.

I don’t use my characters as emotional crutches, but I do find comfort in this.  It’s also one of the reasons why I don’t like making “lol omid looks like a girl” jokes.

I know it’s kind of cheap “B-grade representation” to go word of god when it comes to lgbt representation instead of putting it in the actual canon.  But idk.  It’s only chapter 4.

anonymous asked:

A lot of autism """high functioning"""" adults have service dogs they self trained if that helps you any

Okay but here’s the thing,
I want an official trained service dog because all I can do it teach a dog how to sit without saying sit. I don’t have the time, energy, or knowledge to train a service dog.

When I’m an adult I really don’t know if I can live on my own. I barely take care of myself now when I have two loving parents, imagine all alone. I break down and panic a lot and as everyone says “you can’t do that when you have a job, you can’t do that as an adult” but I can’t control it. I feel like a service dog will help me take care of myself and hopefully help me when I panic or have a meltdown.

Service dogs have months upon years of special training. I can’t just half ass that training with a random dog and slap a vest I bought online on them. That wouldn’t be a real service dog.

I want a dog that can help me function in life and save me from meltdowns and panic attacks in public but I am not certified to train that dog.
I’ll bring it up with my counselor tomorrow since I’ll be seeing her. But anon, that isn’t how service dogs work.


They never went on a spontaneous road trip again

MatPat: *takes a deep breath*

MatPat: i lo-

Jason: yes, you love Stephanie, we know, you love Stephanie so much, she’s the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stephanie we KNOW, you love Stephanie you fucking love Stephanie okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEPHANIE FUCKING PATRICK. WE GET IT.


GRIMM | 6.11

Adalind warns Diana before she woges.

Someone asked me...

You’re on your own a lot. I’ve noticed you don’t hang out much with the others. Introverted, huh? Don’t you get bored? What do you do with all your free time?”


*flashes fake smile/giggle* Oh nothing much. 


What free time are you talking about? 

There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to do everything I want to.

There’s studying on one hand. 

On the other I have to maintain this human body, and there are so many things to learn, music to enjoy, books to read, nonfiction, fiction, fan-fiction, fantasy worlds waiting for me, shows and movies to watch(and re-watch), memes to laugh at, Wikipedia articles and all their references to go through, tumblr, the entire length breadth height depth of the internet to explore, my own mind to discover and develop, so much science I don’t know about….and this is just scratching the surface. 

Why would I want to hang out when I could be doing so much more with my time? 

Unless…you want to hang out and speculate about season 5 *if you know what i’m talking about* …in that case…when and where?  

so I’ve always sort of liked the idea that within the communion of saints there the Heavy Hitters, the Career Saints who are invoked widely and in situations of grave need—I’m talking your Catherines and Francises and Theresas, the Twelve Disciples and Michael; the Big Time Major League saints who intercede on behalf of so many, and so are always in conversation with the divine, case managers for the sick and dying and hurting and faithful of the world.

but that also means that there’s a bunch of saints hanging around who are just—minor holy women, lesser martyrs, incidental virgins, doctors of the church who never managed to find a publisher. They’re not prayed to very often, and rarely called on to manage the difficult cases; they have a lot of free time.

so what do you do, if you’re a saint with some free time on your hands? You answer all the not-quite-prayers, the “jesus, don’t turn red don’t turn red’ muttered by cab drivers and the “christ, can you just try it to see this from my point of view?” spat out by a furious girlfriend and all the “oh god please let me make this meeting in time” “please don’t let me fail” “I’m so tired I hope I can get home”

or maybe I just like the idea that every time you mutter “god, let me be okay” there’s some girl killed in 9th century for refusing to marry who falls into step beside you—and though no book or chronicle or living person remembers her name, she squints up at you and says with holy authority, “yeah, you’re going to be fine.”

Great is a man who overarches others with his gifts of mind and intellectuality, the one that like a bee does with the honey, gathers knowledge and reveals new truths, but crowns his efforts with love for humanity, which in return helps him evade the burden of miseries that fear, famine, ignorance, present disease. Not those who humiliate a man, but those who elevate him, who enrich his spiritual heritage, helping his spiritual happiness in process. Those are great.

Nikola Tesla

(From the article Vladislav Savic had published after speaking with Tesla in New York 1919. Originally published in Serbian in Tesla Magazine, 1951.)