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*while sewing*: you are a fabric. you can stay a fabric. you do not yearn to return to being string.

*while spinning*: you are a thread. you can stay a thread. you do not yarn to return to being fluff.

*while embroidering*: you are a thread on a needle. you can just exist as thread on a needle. you do knot yearn to become a tangle.

*while turning wood* you are timber on a lathe. You can stay as timber on a lathe. You do not yearn to become a live hand grenade.

They dumped plastic skeletons in environmentally protected areas, against the literal contracts they had to sign to get the permits to film in environmentally protected areas. Like they not only did a bad ecological thing that freaked out some divers, they literally broke environmental protection laws and their contract with the Italian government

hang on i need to review my entire post history from all time and make sure i haven't said anything embarrassing

awful news guys

It’s amazing sometimes what a singular glass of Gatorade can do for you

agreed. But glass? Pouring Gatorade into a glass is a level of classiness I had not previously perceived

I use the powder and I’ve gotta mix it in something

Gatorade isn’t a soda lady time I checked

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

It's a little bit funny when I talk about how what passes for autistic advocacy on Tumblr often operates by openly throwing other neurodivergent people under the bus – critically including other autistic people whose communication needs don't conform with a very specific archetype – and folks come at me assuming that I'm some clueless allistic who's being mean to them for no reason, because Does This Look Like A Blog A Neurotypical Person Would Run.

I have insisted for a long time that while the stereotypes that neurotypical people have about autistic people are awful, they're also predictable: it is a pretty standard set of consistent, wrong beliefs. Nobody, however, believes more bizarre things about autistic people than autistic people. Autistic people are out here reinventing eugenics, Mary Baker Eddy-style Neo-Gnostic Positivism, deterministic teleology, all sorts of things from first principles that are, crucially, also wrong. It's fascinating, if somewhat frustrating. (My usual joke about my one friend's Facebook page is 'Neurotypicals Don't Understand All Autistic People Use Clear Communication' Says Autistic Woman Who Constantly Ghosts Others For Months.)

I'm not sure I'd call the prevalence of eugenicist rhetoric in certain stripes of online autistic advocacy a reinvention, per se; "nerds are literally, materially a more 'highly evolved' clade of humans" is a mind-gremlin that's been clinging to nerd culture since before the Internet was a thing, and certain online spaces seem simply to have absorbed it wholesale.

There's a pretty compelling case to be made that it's an uninterrupted continuation of the eugenics movement and early cognitive science.

When I was at the natural history museum, the fossil section had stickers on the glass to engage children - things like "Flap your arms like a pterodactyl" or "Measure your hand against the mosasaurus." However the first of these I encountered, which I found alarming and threatening without context, was a sticker reading "Struggle like you are stuck in a tar pit"

Well, are you?. We’re waiting.

There’s a lot to be umami about these days.