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if you’ve been a victim of domestic violence, sexual assault, or stalking, you can enroll into the address confidentiality program (free of cost!) and be registered to vote as an absentee voter and your name and address will not be made available for the public

it is super easy to get enrolled - the application takes like 5 minutes, but it has to be with someone who is certified to do it (most likely an advocate! try going to a family justice center in your area or calling the Attorney Generals office in your area!!!!)

ALSO : 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Address_confidentiality_program

“Who are you to stand so fearsome

With your wavy locks of auburn hair and eyes of emerald green?”

Are people scared that using a white cane will make their blind character seem weak? They can’t use a cane because they’re so special that they already know what’s around them, and other blind people who use guides are inferior because they’re not special?

I’m tired. Give your blind characters white canes and other guides. Let them hold onto their friends, let them have guide dogs. Don’t make white cane users feel ostracized for not being “strong enough” to go without.

Another thing that pisses me off is when a sighted character comes up with the fantasy equivalent of braille and teaches it to the blind character. Braille was invented by Louis Braille, a blind man, in 1824. The blind character should be the one coming up with it.

Tldr I’m blind and tired of sighted people lol

I deleted this post bc I was overwhelmed with all the notes on it and the additions of sighted people saying “is this character good representation though? Have you read so-and-so with this blind character in it, is that okay? LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY BLIND OC, ARE THEY OFFENSIVE?” Or saying “well my relative/friend is blind and actually they blah blah blah” as if I’m the authority on blindness now.

And I Was Tired Of That.

I also received MASSIVE amounts of ableism directed at me in my inbox and DMs and the notes of this post (look at all the “you’re blind and sick of seeing? lol” comments, as well as people acting like the knife emojis can hurt them somehow, yes I get it everyone’s a comedian haha). People saw that I was an artist and a writer and hounded me with questions about how I can draw if I can’t see, or how I’m even using the Internet at all as if people are exempt from being part of modern life, someone said “stop taking pictures of your guide dog’s art and posting it as your own” about my art. I had the fact that I’m deafblind written in my bio but I took it out bc I was getting harassed bc of it.

Sometimes I check back on this just to see how popular it’s gotten and I honestly never intended it to reach this far. I still encourage people to reblog it but I could definitely do without all the unnecessary additions, and people coming up to me with questions about how I wrote this in the first place if I’m blind and yadda yadda yadda.

To Answer Your Questions: Daredevil (Matt Murdock) is excellent blind representation. His abilities have clear limits and they do not REPLACE sight. He uses echolocation and other enhanced senses but he still has the challenges faced by blind people because He Is Blind. Same goes for Toph Bei Fong; clear limits to what she can sense, she can’t use her seismic sense on non-earth/non-metal material, she can’t read or write or know what things look like. She just feels the vibrations. I don’t care about homestuck so stop telling me abt it lol. If you write a blind character with powers, absolutely take a page from Daredevil or ATLA— but give them a cane too please! Matt himself uses a cane! It’s not mutually exclusive to have powers and use mobility aids.

TLDR I deleted this originally bc I was sick of dumbasses and ableism but you can still reblog it but keep your comments to yourself or those knife emojis will be a lot more aggressive. I’m tired.

The name Robin apparently originated from the Medieval era, so it’s very unlikely that it’s his birth name, if he even had a specific birth name. Do we even know if early humans in his time had names…? Even if they did, they didn’t have modern writing systems to spell it

So when did he start going by his current name? Obviously, it would have to have been in Medieval times at the earliest. Did he choose it himself? Did another ghost name him? Whoever chose it, how and why did they choose it?

Did he befriend a ghost named Robin who moved on, and he decided to take their name in memory? Did he like the birds he saw in the woods in winter and want to name himself after them, or another ghost noticed him watching them and started calling him Robin? Did he hear the story of Robin Hood and want to use it? Or did the “name”(?) he went by in life happen to sound similar to “Robin” so other ghosts thought he was saying that and he just went with it?

by Keith Humphreys - May 5, 2014           

When I met my fiance’s African-American stepfather, things did not start well. Stumbling for some way to start a conversation with a man whose life was unlike mine in almost every respect, I asked “So, what do you do for a living?”.

He looked down at his shoes and said quietly “Well, I’m unemployed”.

At the time I cringed inwardly and recognized that I had committed a terrible social gaffe which seemed to scream “Hey prospective in-law, since I am probably going to be a member of your family real soon, I thought I would let you know up front that I am a completely insensitive jackass”. But I felt even worse years later when I came to appreciate the racial dimension of how I had humiliated my stepfather-in-law to be.

For that painful but necessary bit of knowledge I owe a white friend who throughout her childhood attended Chicago schools in a majority Black district. She passed along a marvelous book that helped her make sense of her own inter-racial experiences. It was Kochman’s Black and White Styles in Conflict, and it had a lasting effect on me. One of the many things I learned from this anthropological treasure trove of a book is how race affects the personal questions we feel entitled to ask and the answers we receive in response.

My question to my stepfather was at the level of content a simple conversation starter (albeit a completely failed one). But at the level of process, it was an expression of power. Kochman’s book sensitized me to middle class whites’ tendency to ask personal questions without first considering whether they have a right to know the personal details of someone else’s life. When we ask someone what they do for a living for example, we are also asking for at least partial information on their income, their status in the class hierarchy and their perceived importance in the world. Unbidden, that question can be quite an invasion. The presumption that one is entitled to such information is rarely made explicit, but that doesn’t prevent it from forcing other people to make a painful choice: Disclose something they want to keep secret or flatly refuse to answer (which oddly enough usually makes them, rather than the questioner, look rude).

Kochman’s book taught me a new word, which describes an indirect conversational technique he studied in urban Black communities: “signifying”. He gives the example (as I recall it, 25 years on) of a marriage-minded black woman who is dating a man who pays for everything on their very nice dates. She wonders if he has a good job. But instead of grilling him with “So what do you do for a living?”, she signifies “Whatever oil well you own, I hope it keeps pumping!”.

Her signifying in this way is a sensitive, respectful method to raise the issue she wants to know about because unlike my entitled direct question it keeps the control under the person whose personal information is of interest. Her comment could be reasonably responded to by her date as a funny joke, a bit of flirtation, or a wish for good luck. But of course it also shows that if the man freely chooses to reveal something like “Things look good for me financially: I’m a certified public accountant at a big, stable firm”, he can do so and know she will be interested.

Since reading Kochman’s book, I have never again directly asked anyone what they do for a living. Instead my line is “So how do you spend your time?”. Some people (particularly middle class white people) choose to answer that question in the bog standard way by describing their job. But other people choose to tell me about the compelling novel they are reading, what they enjoy about being a parent, the medical treatment they are getting for their bad back, whatever. Any of those answers flow just as smoothly from the signification in a way they wouldn’t from a direct question about their vocation.

But I opened the door.

And what fell out and crashed to the ground was not me. They weren’t my dishes.

They were other people’s dishes.

Put inside we without my permission, when I was too young to know that I could not hold them all.

I opened the door, and I’m still here.

Sexual jealousy

Constant aggression

Rigid hierarchy

Must win sports

Homophobia And Sexism Is Normal™

Eat people

Cool new werewolf instincts:

There is no five second rule

Corvids are friends

Hang out as a pack

Karaoke

Separation anxiety

Unconditional love and loyalty

Being able to sleep in almost any situation or position

Irresistible urge to chase squirrels and rabbits

Hating the vacuum cleaner

Wanting to do everything with friends

Loudly and repeatedly announcing to housemates that someone is at the door

Long, shouted conversations to other werewolves across the neighborhood (bonus points at 2am)

Taking advantage of any and all free food

Werewolf-vampire solidarity

Fighting any animal that trespasses into the backyard

Boundless energy

Too much energy

Eating out of the trash if it smells tasty

Being bad at sports because you don’t want to let anyone else take the ball from you. Then destroying the ball in front of everyone because you want to make a point

Trying to fight things 10x your size like a fucking idiot

Being unable to hold a grudge for more than a few hours

Trying to make people feel bad for you over mundane things that aren’t actually that bad. And somehow succeeding.

Snoring

Needing to try a bit of your friends’ food, even if you’ve tried it 5645674 times before and have never once liked it

Getting way too friendly with random strangers

Being in a love-hate relationship with water

Digging. For no reason.

Thinking you’re a badass despite being a hyperactive ball of emotions and hedonism

Multigenerational households!

Kids get really excited when someone comes home with groceries

“I can HELP put away the food!” “Oh, and have you whisk away the ice cream like last week? I’m fine, dear.”

Love to travel and follow food trends

Mostly very social and must have roommates/family/significant other/kids/friends around

However, not uncommon to travel alone for periods of time, especially after leaving home

Big friendly communal meals with lots of ritual around who gets served in what order

“Let grandma take her pick of the turkey first. It’s respectful, and she won’t take kindly to you cutting the line.”

Full pantries, stocking up on basics, the kind of people who always have extra oatmeal, or batteries, or a jump cable

Can hold conversations using body language and eye contact without saying a word

Cuddlers, especially with the social group

Yelling to get everyone to gather, and phone chains for anyone who lives further away

Lots of singing, the pack has a bunch of favorite songs that everyone knows by heart, and some may be song writers

“Can you smell this? Does this smell weird? Does this smell good?”

Lots of candles and incense with unusual scents

Passing houses and farms and land down through generations

Love home renovation

Communal child care and sometimes communal nursing

Kids are all really into wrestling and being outside

When someone is ready to leave the household, the younger they leave the further they tend to travel. Someone who leaves at 18 might go to another country, but someone who leaves at 26 might just move a town away.

Whether someone moves far or close to home, it’s not unusual to move back in at home a few times before settling down

“You know the futon is always open for you. Your cousins are in your old bedroom, but you’re always welcome!”

Kinda grumpy about neighbors pushing property boundaries

“Why do they have to let the damn mulberry tree hang over OUR driveway?”

Good endurance runners

Late walks at night, naps in the middle of the day

Really playful, especially with kids

[Image 1: A Screenshot of an invitation to a Facebook group named: “A group where we all pretend to be ants in an ant colony.” Under that is a post in the group that reads: “We reached the center of the Earth. Now what?” Four people commented saying one word each in this order: scurry, dig, work, melt. These words are in capital letters and have spaces between each letter.]

[Image 2: Another Screenshot of a post in the group that reads: “It has come to my attention that when we put the spaces in-between letters it makes it difficult for visually impaired ants to know what we’re saying and so I was wondering if we could try to make this group more accessible for them. (The text to voice can’t figure out what we are saying with the spaces) (Picture of an ant for attention)” This text is then followed by a close up picture of an ant.]

[Image 3: A screenshot of some comments on the post in Image 2. Five people commented: adapt, adapt, inclusion, love adapt, adapt. These words are in capital letters and have no spaces between the letters.]

Full moons are bright, and autistic children with sensory issues can be very sensitive to light. Sleep deprivation makes children irritable. Hence, it "makes autism worse." Many parents have opted for blackout curtains.

When another identity fronts, you kind of black out, right? You don’t remember anything, and only see the results of their actions.

If that’s the case, how do you know you have different personalities at all? How does it not seem like constant blacking out or bad memory? Do you feel them all the time? Do other people just tell you how they act and you cobble pieces of information together?

Alters can interact with one another explicitly, i.e., by leaving written notes in a journal, or through co-consciousness, i.e., by vividly picturing an interaction, by remembering each other’s memories, or by hearing one another’s voices.