was thinking about this also: don’t hide your child’s disability from the child themself, or pretend it doesn’t exist
one of my best friends went to an autistic school for 7 years, but no one ever actually explained to him what autism actually was! parents never talked about it! so he thought that when he went to high school he’d ‘grown out of it,’ whatever it was.
we kept running into situations where, for example, we’re sitting together and someone asks me why I’m flapping and I say “I’m stimming, I’m autistic,” or this friend hears me explain accommodation stuff to a new teacher. and he kept responding with surprise: “that’s an autism thing? is autism the reason we do that?” “yeah!” “oh wow, I thought I was just weird!”
so i’ve been trying to convince my friend for most of this year now that all this ‘unusual’ stuff that we do and difficulties we have are just our natural way of being, because of our neurotype and disability… and the reaction has consistently been relief. like “oh, that’s why I’m like this! it’s not the wrong way, it’s just the autistic way!”
if you act like your child’s disability doesn’t exist, it won’t actually stop existing. they will still be a disabled child, only now they will have no understanding of what that means. they’re going to feel confused and out-of-place at best; have their needs ignored and most probably going to push themselves to able-bodied neurotypical standards of functioning when they just cannot handle that, which is extremely unhealthy!
disability is not a bad word! it is not shameful! you gain nothing from pretending a disabled person in your life is not disabled at all.
“Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
“You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
“What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
“I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
“If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
“What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
“I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
“I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
“You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
“I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
“What is this, a concert for ants???”
“I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
“When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
“The wolves eat tonight.”
“Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
"When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
“Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
“How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
“I think I misplaced my right hand”
“I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
“Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
“Have your eyes always been that colour?”
“I’m going to fight the sun!”
“You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
“I’m not into that kinda thing.”
“Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
“I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
“Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
“Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
“What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
“What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
“Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
“Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
“This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
“Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
“ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
“Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
“Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
“Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
“Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
“Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
“Wait. You’re aroused?”
“Why would that surprise you?”
“It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
“okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
“I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
“I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
"Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
“how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
“…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
“For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
“Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
“Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
“_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
“What the heck happened while I was at the store?
"What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
“Despreate times call for cows.”
“Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
“You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
“Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
“Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
“Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
“I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
“I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
“I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
“Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
“So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
“dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
“Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
“What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS A DUCKPOTATO”
“PUT THE PUPPY DOWN AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!”
“PLEASE DON’T HANG UP! YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE IN DANGER!”
“What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
“Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
“You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
“Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
“Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
“So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
“Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
“Tell me why, exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
“Look, I’m not a liar, alright? And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me. So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now. And maybe a million dollars.”
“Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
“Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
“Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
“Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
“Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
“This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
“So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
“I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
“Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
“Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
“I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
“Every time you speak I literally die a little”
“One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”
“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)
i loved how you included tommy in the last fanart and i'd like to see your headcanons for the character
wow I was actually doodling Tommy when I got your ask.
Here’s what I got with little to no recollection of Tommy Oliver from the original series:
Definitely native american.
she makes contact with Trini first because she finds her cute and is like “nice hair, you do it yourself?” and Trini is a blubbering gay mess. Kim is mentally assassinating her. Tommy notices.
Zack immediately texts Trini like “if you don’t ask her her number, I will” because he DEFINITELY finds her beautiful
Tommy enjoys flustering Trini but mostly annoying Kimberly who is very obviously jealous (obviously = except to Trini who’s an oblivious mess). She doesn’t like Kim’s attitude in general, and the feeling is mutual.
She ends up actually bonding with Zack over teasing Trini and Kim and eventually reciprocates his attraction
She definitely befriends all of them (it’s still a bit complicated with Kim because damn that girl can hold a grudge and be a stubborn ass) and often plays basketball or football with Jason.. she is TALL and likes sports, ok
SHE DEF HAS A MOTORCYCLE and Billy helps her out with it once in a while. She doesn’t let anyone else ride it tho, they can sit behind her but THAT’S IT.
Kim: What kind of high schooler has a motorcycle that big… and bright green.. like *mocking voice* I’m Tommy Oliver everyone look at me I need everyone’s attention at all time
Jason: Kimberly stop, she is nice
Kim: KiMbErLy StOp ShE iS NiCe
Jason: Oh my god
They take Tommy getting the green coin pretty okay, a little awkwardly maybe but overall it goes well. However Trini gets very uncomfortable, still having bad memories of Rita.
Kim and her definitely fist fight at some point, because Tommy was too reckless during a fight against a big villain and almost got Billy injured and Trini killed and that was The Last Straw that made Kim snap
Once they finally got all that tension out, they have a heart-to-heart and become inseparable and Zack and Trini love it as much as they hate it because they are INSUFFERABLE
Steve has no shades of grey when it comes to Bucky and I love him for it. Bucky’s in Austria, whats he gonna do, walk there? If that’s what it takes. He’s been brainwashed Steve, he doesn’t know you. He will. Steve he’s wanted by multiple governments, why won’t you hand him over? He’s my friend and it wasn’t his fault. Like, there’s no question for Steve, there’s no part of him that hesitates, no other factors play into it, is it Bucky? Does he need help? Steve will do whatever it takes to give it to him. Can you believe how much he loves Bucky wow.
Imagine Harry dragging the Marauder’s Map everywhere with him, just so he can keep an eye on Malfoy at all times. (Yeah okay, you don’t really have to imagine this part, because it happened.) Ron and Hermione are so fed up with him, because Harry is so absorbed in his map, they can’t even have a normal conversation with him.
The only time Harry isn’t staring at the map, is when his eyes are fixed on the actual Malfoy, walking past him. Hermione jumps at the chance and grabs the map. She’s not planning on hiding it or anything. She knows all too well she would never get away with it. Harry would probably even threaten to hex her if she didn’t give it back. She instead doodles something on it and grins, when the little heart she made around Malfoy’s dot sticks and moves along with it.
As soon as Malfoy is out of sight, Harry’s gaze wanders back to the map.
“Guys, I really think he’s up to- What is that?” Harry exclaims. Ron looks over his shoulder and snickers.
“Well, I think Hermione nailed it, mate.”
After that, Harry blushes every time he looks at the map. He’s so flustered, he doesn’t even realize the heart-framed dot is approaching him rapidly, even though he’s staring at it.
“What is it with you lately, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, startling Harry. He’s standing right in front of him and Harry is so surprised, he’s too slow to react when Malfoy grabs the Marauder’s Map out of his fingers. “Are you turning into a bookworm? Wherever you go, your nose is always buried in… some… parchment…”
Malfoy frowns as he looks at the map.
“What is this?”
Harry doesn’t answer. He’s beginning to sweat and his heart is beating rapidly.
“Give it back, Malfoy,” he grumbles and snatches it from him.
But judging from Malfoy’s incredulous look, he already saw… it. Bloody hell! Why did Hermione have to do that?
“Dear Merlin, what are you, Potter, five?” Malfoy sneers. But it hasn’t escaped Harry that his cheeks have turned pink and his voice is a bit shaky.
“Would you rather I kissed your dot goodnight before I go to sleep?” Harry counters. But… wait…
Malfoy opens his mouth, but doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Harry.
“Wow, um… I really don’t know why I said that,” Harry murmurs sheepishly.
“Do you do that?” Malfoy asks in a high-pitched voice.
“No?” Harry doesn’t know why his answer sounds like a question, because it’s the truth. He has never done that, nor would he ever do it.
Okay, so he stared at the heart-framed dot, wondering if Hermione might actually be on to something. Maybe he even imagined what Malfoy’s hair would feel like if he ran his hands through it, what Malfoy would do if Harry pushed him against a wall, what his lips would feel like on Harry’s, what sounds he would make while Harry sucked on his neck…
They stare at each other some more until a sound at the end of the corridor startles them. Malfoy looks over his shoulder and when his eyes land on Harry again, his expression is determined. He grabs Harry’s arm and drags him into the next broom closet.
Any chance you’re considering a future in politics? It
does interest me. I actually studied political science and
communications in college. It was really hard which is probably why I
want to sing and dance. This is a lot more fun, but I feel like things
are coming full circle. Once you do a little growing up and look at the
news and say “wow, I’m not OK with a lot of stuff that’s happening,”
it’s hard not to look the other way. I’ve shifted my negatives into
positives but that needs to happen for everyone—I can’t be the only one
who feels this way so I want to do everything I can to help.
CHRIS: I dreamt that I was at my old elementary school. And we were eating lunch outside, me and Caroline, who was my girlfriend in fourth grade and then you were walking past and I was like “Wow, damn”! And then I walked up to you and I was like “Hey, do you wanna date me?” in front of Caroline.
EVA: What did I say?
CHRIS: You said yes, of course.
EVA: Yes? Of course? Okay?
CHRIS: And that’s supposed to mean…?
EVA: That we’re never going to be together.
CHRIS: Why not?
EVA: Why? Because..
EVA: Because you.. are..
CHRIS: I am? What am I?
EVA: A cheating fuckboy.
EVA: Hi, Vilde.
VILDE: Hi, what are you doing?
EVA: Nothing in particular…
VILDE: Listen, I wanted to do something nice for Sana at that Eid-celebration, to show her how much we love her.
EVA: Yes! We can do that!
VILDE: So I’ve read a bit about Eid and it’s common to give gifts, but it’s often just to kids and money and stuff, and it’d be a bit weird to give her money. I wanna give her something really special, so do you have any ideas?
EVA: Uhm… No, I don’t know, but we should probably ask someone for some advice, maybe someone who knows more than us,
VILDE: Yeah, I agree. We’ll ask a Muslim.
EVA: Hey, but listen, maybe I’ll call you up a bit later or something?
EVA: Okayyy, bye! Where were we?
CHRIS: We were talking about if we’re going to get together.
EVA: I don’t think so..
CHRIS: You don’t? Because I think you may want to.
CHRIS: You sure?
EVA: Yes, I’m sure.
CHRIS: Totally sure?
EVA: Yes, very.
MOM: Oh, I’m sorry! Uhm..
EVA: Uhm.. I have company.
EVA: Uhm.. This is..
CHRIS: Hey! Chris.
MOM: Hi. Chris.
CHRIS: Is your name also Chris?
MOM: Yeah, no, my name is Anne Marit.
CHRIS: Oh, okay. That makes sense.
MOM: I’m sorry for just.. I didn’t know Eva had a boyfriend.
EVA: We’re not together.
MOM: Yes, but that’s.. You’ll figure that out.. Okay.
EVA: Oh my God.
CHRIS: Oh, well.
EVA: Why did you stand up?
CHRIS: I had to introduce myself. I was raised well. You have to say hi to people.
EVA: You could’ve introduce yourself another time!
In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.
He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.
There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.
The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.
Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.
But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.
“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”
Imagine: small time YouTuber doing a video about learning how to ice skate. Keeps falling, asks the only person on the rink who looks like he knows what he's doing. Post a video afterwards and wonders why it blows up. Finding out it was olympic gold medalist Yuuri Katsuki. Cue flashbacks of funny things that were said: "Wow you're really good! You could be an olympian!"-"i could be" etc.
omg yes! And can you imagine Viktor coming to pick Yuuri up and the youtuber being like ‘oh wow that’s your husband? Is he as good a skater as you’ and Yuuri justs looks right into the camera and goes ‘no’ and winks
His mouth is dry as he stares down at his phone, thumb hovering over the arrow that’ll send the text he’s longing to mail. With another deep breath, he studies the message over again, then begins to question himself. Should I write more? She deserves an apology. Maybe the word crave instead of miss. Yearn for? He deletes the text but retypes it in the same moment.
He’s never felt guilt this deeply before, he’s never so desperately wanted to turn back time and change everything– rephrase all of his words differently. Do things differently. The thought of him not being able to go back and change things hits him like a ton of bricks, sending his short nails into the palm of his hand.
A clap on his shoulder wakes him from his thoughts, and he looks up with attentive eyes. “Ready to go?” Jeff laughs, tucking his heel into the back of his shoe. “Reservations don’t hold themselves.”
“No, yeah.” he rushes, tucking the locked phone into the back pocket of his jeans. “Let’s go.”
“It’s my fucking job, y’know that, we’ve been through this a million times before. Get over it, angel.”
She scoffs in disbelief, untying the silk scarf from around her neck. “Get over it? Get over it. Over my boyfriend of nearly a year not telling anyone about our relationship—?“
“The media would go insane I- fuck I told y’this—”
“I’m not asking you to tell the world, Harry! Maybe your mom, your sister? My family? I’ve been lying to them for way too long, keeping an enormous part of my life away from them how’s that supposed to make me feel? Do you know how distressing it is to be introduced as a friend to you? To not tell anyone, not even my best friend how much you mean to me?”
“Y’do know it’s like that for me as well? A relationship is consists of two people—”
Oh wow, you guys really liked the first part, thanks a lot! Anyways:
“They’re starting to creep me out.” Said Captain Kii’o, hesitating to turn the page.
“Nonsense! Humans are harmless. Most of the time.”
“Precautions to take if a human ever tries to fight you and/or your crew:”, Kii’o kept reading the guide.
“Do not try to kill them with Clear Poison. Humans need it to survive, and drink it daily.
Do not try to intoxicate them with Oxygen. They breathe it, and will ignore your attack.”
“They breathe the gas that fire needs to exist? Are we sure they don’t spit fire as well?” Maefaa questioned, his face turning a bright green hue.
“Well, I suppose, if they had some sort of spark mechanism… doesn’t matter right now. We’re still considering options.” Kii’o assured.
Maefaa briefly flashed yellow, which would be the human equivalent to ‘nodding’.
“Do not try to attack them if no weapon rank 5 or higher is nearby. Even though human appendages were not evolved for hitting, they have made common knowledge of clenching their (usually five) mini-appendages together and swinging them with frighteningly high accuracy. I repeat, DO NOT ENGAGE ON PHYSICAL COMBAT AGAINST A HUMAN.
That being said, here are some tips on what to do.
DO stay calm. Humans are known for using their enemies’ panic to their advantage.
DO try to calm THEM. Saying phrases like ‘no one is here to hurt you’ or ‘we just want to help’ usually bring their violence precipitation risk down to about 20%.
DO offer the human food. We haven’t figured out why just yet, but humans LOVE sustenance. ‘Pastries’ and ‘tea’ are extremely effective when it comes to relaxing humans. If you are unsure of what these are, please refer to attachment H-05.”
“Ooh! Kii’o, can I look at the attachment? I’m really curious, how do ‘pastries’ look like?” Said Maefaa, excited.
“Uhm, sure.” Kii’o turnet do the last few pages of the book. After flipping around for 3 semi-jo’us, Kii’o removed a piece of paper from a folder. “Here you go.”
“Wow, this one looks really cool. ‘Nana’s Strawberry Shortcake’, huh? Who is this legendary ‘Nana’??”
“Pretty sure there’s credits at the end of each page.”, Kii’o replied.
Maefaa began to read the text out loud. “Research team 49 found this chemistry experiment quite amusing to taste, and brought a copy of the recreation instructions with them. When a young human was interrogated about the mythical ‘Nana’, the human simply said ‘The best at making food that ever was!’ Truly, the rest of the universe has been gifted with the legendary ‘Nana’’s abilities.”
“Sounds like a hero alright. I wonder if humans worship Nana as a higher being.” Kii’o said, while flipping back to the part they were reading before they got to know the legends of Nana’s pastries.
(I’ll post the next part tomorrow. Hope you enjoy!)