Some people will not like this.
Autistic people are the authority on how to support autistic people- not parents, not ABA therapists- autistic people
Acting like you know what is best for autistic people as a whole and speaking over autistic adults who try to help parents learn how they can support their kids is not advocating for your child.
Instead of supporting organizations like Autism Speaks try looking at places like the Autism Self Advocacy Network
Autistic people regardless of their level of support needs deserve to be treated with respect and given the resources to communicate their needs themselves as best as possible. Sometimes that requires extra help from caregivers- it does not make you able to speak for the community
When autistic adults say something is more harmful than helpful it is not your place to tell us that we are wrong. :)
the progression of the lineages in star wars is so funny to me like count dooku, most pretentious asshole this side of thrawn, sees his legacy in a colourful mandalorian girl with more attunement to the evil lesbian hunting her down than to the force. Mace Windu, incredibly well respected duelist and diplomat, eventually leads to a kid who calls himself jabba the hutt and turned his lightsaber into a gun
CREATURE????
Everyone’s talking about Ezra reuniting with Hera or Zeb or meeting Jacen but no one has considered my need to have him reunite with Hondo, who would be the happiest to see him out of everyone
I have a headcannon that after the umbara arch Dogma went into his I-just-realised-everything-I-have been taught-is-a-lie-phase and then began making videos on the holonet about why the Republic is corrupt and after its fall he went straight to dissing the empire.
Remembering Ur an identical twin be like
It’s a sibling’s job to kickstart that existential crises young.
Star Wars #25 (2017)
written by Jason Aaron art by Jorge Molina & Matt Milla
Another poncho Boba for Casual Cowboy Friday, but this time post-Sarlacc
I copied this image from the bad batch for some practice
I'll never draw anything better than this…..
By the way, I recently saw in the comments that a lot of people don't understand what's going on with Crosshair in my artwork when he's in those pajamas and blood. So… I like the idea of him lying in a "hospital" and going crazy on his own👍
im probably the only one who finds this funny but hey content is content
this is the best thing i’ve painted in my entire life
(also ive got prints of it heehoo)
jango the type of dad to sit down and beat a whole mario level bc boba couldn’t
Maybe the r*xsokas will finally stop with the ‘they’re technically the same age uwu’ bullshit now that they can see she is a literal child during tcw and that is a grown man.
This may just be my experience as an autistic person, but the kids I’ve nannied whose parent’s complain of ‘bad awful in cooperative selfish autistic behavior’ are… Not like that? At all?
Like, for example, I cared for a kid for a while who was nonverbal and didn’t like being touched. Around six years old? Their parent said that they were fussy and had a strict schedule, and that they had problems getting them to eat. Their last few nannies had quit out of frustration.
So, I showed up. And for the first little while, it was awkward. The kid didn’t know me, I didn’t know them, you know how it is. And for the first… Day and a half, maybe? I fucked up a few times.
I changed their diaper and they screamed at me. I put the TV off and they threw things. Not fun, but regular upset kid stuff.
Next time, I figured, hell, I wouldn’t like being manhandled and ordered around either. Who likes being physically lifted out of whatever it is they’re doing and having their pants yanked off? Fucking few, that’s who.
Next time, I go, ‘hey, kiddo. You need a new diaper?’ and check. ‘I’m gonna go grab a new one and get you clean, okay?’ ‘Wanna find a spot to lay down?’ ‘Alright, almost done. Awesome job, thanks buddy’.
I learned stuff about them. They liked a heads up before I did anything disruptive. They didn’t mind that I rattled of about nothing all day. They didn’t like grass or plastic touching their back. They were okay with carpets and towels. They liked pictionary, and the color yellow, and fish crackers, and painting. They didn’t look me in the face (which was never an issue- I hate that too, it fucking sucks) but I never had reason to believe that they were ignoring me.
Once I learned what I was doing wrong, everything was fine. Did they magically “”“become normal”“” and start talking and laughing and hugging? No, but we had fun and had a good time and found a compromise between what I was comfortable with and what they were comfortable with. (For the record, I didn’t magically sailor-moon transform into a socially adept individual, either. In case anyone was wondering.)
I don’t like eye contact. It’s distracting and painful and stresses me out.
They didn’t like eye contact either.
Is eye contact necessary to communication? No. So we just didn’t do it.
Was there ever a situation where I HAD to force them to drop everything and lay down on the lawn? No. So the thirty second warning came into play, and nobody died.
“But they never talked!”
No, they didn’t. And they didn’t know ASL, and they didn’t like being touched.
So you know what happened?
My third day in, they tugged on my shirt. ‘Hey monkey, what’s up?’ I asked. And they tugged me towards the kitchen. ‘oh, cool. You hungry?’. They raised their hands in an ‘up’ gesture. ‘you want up? Cool.’ and I lifted them up. They pointed to the fridge. I opened it. They grabbed a juice box out of the top shelf, and pushed the door closed again. ‘oh sweet, grape is the best. You are an individual of refined taste.’ I put them down and they went back to their room to play Legos.
“But they didn’t say please or thank you!” “But you should be teaching them communication skills!” “But!” Lalalalala.
1. The entire interaction was entirely considerate and polite. I was never made uncomfortable. I was made aware of the problem so that I could help them solve it. There was no mess, no tears, no bruises, no shouting.
2. Did my brain collapse into a thousand million fragments of shattered diamond dust out of sheer incomprehension? No? Then their communication skills were fine. Goal realized, solution found, objective complete. They found the most simple and painless way to communicate the situation and then did it.
Kids are not stupid. AUTISTIC kids are not stupid.
I’m willing to bet real cash money that the real reason the last few nannies had quit had a million times more to do with their own ability to cope, not the kid’s.
To this day, that was the most relaxed and enjoyable job I’ve ever had.
And I know I don’t speak for everyone. All kids are different. All adults are different. But in my time and experience, pretty much 95% of all my difficulties with children come from ME not being understanding enough. Every single “problem child” I’ve worked with turned out to be a pretty cool person once I started figuring out how to put my ego aside and let them set the pace.
Again, not speaking universally, here. I’m just saying. Sometimes social rules are bullshit, you know? People are people
Reading about how intersex athletes have been treated is so fucking horrible. The countless lies and human rights violations. The discrimination and how it's ruined the lives of so many people is so awful. There has been no apologies from any athletics comptetions or organizations. They have blood on their hands. Just a tw for intersexism and mental health issues and suicide in the next paragraph because it can get pretty heavy.
Annet Negesa, who was a middle distance runner. She was suddenly barred from competing due to her hormones. No one told her why. She was then told she needed to take medication to lower her testosterone, then what she was told was switched. She was lied to about a surgery that she was told was like an injection and would let her compete again. She woke up with scars and had had a gonadectomy. That violation of basic human rights and medical ethics combined with inadequate postsurgical care basically ended her career. She deserves justice. She deserves apologies from the Olympics and everyone single doctor who was involved in it, and compensation and the promise that it should never have happened and will never happen again. She. Needs. Justice.
Pratima Gaonkar needs justice. She was a rising track and field star. After forced sex verificatiom she killed herself. The way media and news treated her after her death was disgusting. She deserves and needs justice. Her family deserves justice.
Santhi Soundarajan had her medals stripped and was treated as an outcast after forced sex verification showed she had androgen insensitivity syndrome. She was treated as an outcast, her gender was mocked. She's spoken out about how much discrimination she's faced, and how badly she's been treated. She now works as a coach, but was barred from competing. She deserves justice.
Caster Semenya deserves justice. Francine Niyonsaba deserves justice. Margaret Wambui deserves justice. Barbra Banda deserves justice. Beatrice Masilingi and Christine Mboma deserve justice.
The racism and intersexism and horrible human rights violations and medical abuse these women have faced for the supposed crime of being intersex and good at a sport is horrible. They deserve justice, but the organizations that perpetuate these atrocities don't seem to care. It's so fucking horrible.
OK somebody please tell me what happened to the cadets that were moved off kamino when it got destroyed are they going to be storm troopers, purge troopers? Are they going to be experimented on by hemlock ? Please Feloni I need answers!
fun fact!! it turns out that now when u make a new blog, tumblr forces you to follow 3-4 people before you can change your icon or modify your blog in any way!! this, of course, means that, yes, some of the "potential bots" many of us have been automatically blocking could have possibly been genuine new users who were only just seconds in to having an account!!! tumblr is literally screwing new users over!!!!
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Guys, really, you've made the plump Santa Claus looking Cajun who lives next door to me so happy. He had NO idea that he'd have such a reception to his sass about animated Star Wars shows!
"Well, man, I just watch them shows on my work break at night while eating a snack or two. I'm glad it made the kids on the internet smile. Better then those crackhead scarecrow dances they do on the Ticky-Tack. Think Julio would like Hubig's pies?"
(Everyone loves Hubig's pies, Doug, what kind of question is that. Wrecker would be a sweet potato guy, I think)
@amalthiaph, you are very cherished in Doug's house. I think he's posting your artwork on his locker at work!
This leads me to the following that I can update with. Let me know which ones sound good!:
Doug has some VERY strong opinions on certain episodes on the Bad Batch, some of them hysterical ('Tribe' aka 'Julio's Date with Bigfoot'), others sad ('The Outpost' aka 'The Daddy Warcrimes Christmas Special'), and one that's pretty darn offensive ('Pabu' aka 'The HR Video they Shot in Daytona'). If y'all think you can handle the offensive, let me know, and I will do my best to write them up. I was C R Y I N G with how he described Pabu, OMG.
Like an IDIOT, I sent Doug a link to my fanfic, Far Past the Ring. He and Bobby Lee (another redneck neighbor) are massive Expanse fans as well. I thought they'd love it, and they did, but they still ABSOLUTELY SHREDDED ME. I deserved it. Pride comes before a fall. I will post Doug's review on this for sure.
Doug has a truly insane theory about why Tech was whitewashed out of the Bad Batch.
Doug also had opinions on some of my artwork that would have hurt my feelings if I wasn't laughing so hard. He also gave some good insights as a consumer, rather then an artist, which was great to read.
FYI, Doug's heart was fairly broken when he heard about some of the challenges folks have had while reading some of the other accounts. He wants everyone to know that people have been Star Wars nerds since 1977, and there's nothing to be ashamed of your hobbies.