this calls for a spreadsheet

Jason: -cause i remember being really argumentative when i first came back. even after i started joining the bats for patrol stuff.

Dick: to be fair, it’s not like you aren’t argumentative now,

Jason: no- shut up, you know what i mean. like, angry argumentative. especially with B, i wanted to fight with him on everything.

Tim: i remember the first case you joined us on, you started yelling at him over whether or not he was pronouncing ‘rendezvous’ correctly, and Damian got so sick of you both he brought out a spray bottle.

*a beat*

Jason: when the fuck did you join this line?

Tim: … *incredulous* like half an hour ago????

Dick, casually: …shit man, we were not paying attention.

Tim: unbelievable.

Jason: what are you up to?

Tim: uh, well i was doing a solo case—that string of robberies in the Narrows? but that’s about finished so just gonna head back to the cave now. what about you two? are you together?

*a couple seconds of silence*

Tim: guys?

Jason: c’mon, he’s seventeen. it’s not like he doesn’t drink anyway,

Dick: yeah but we’re not supposed to encourage it.

Jason: oh boo, you whore. stop babying him, it’s boring.

Tim: what the hell is happening right now?

*a beat*

Dick, sighing: come to Jason’s apartment, we’re on his balcony with a bottle of whiskey i stole from Bruce’s collection.

Jason: mid-patrol drinking break, get your ass over here Timmers.

Tim: wait- seriously?

Dick: *snicker* yeah, come on, you’re close by anyway.

Tim: um. ok? i’m- i’ll be there in a minute or two.

Jason: it’s like granting a make-a-wish.

Dick: *laughs*

Tim: fuck off Jason.

Dick: just nobody tell Damian. if he’s the only Wayne kid not allowed to drink with us, he’ll be pissed.

Tim: that’s like, a main reason to tell him. and i’m surprised Jason hasn’t given him beer already, considering he let him try weed.

*silence*

Dick, softly: Jason, come on.

Jason: oh, grow up. i let him sip from my glass if i drink around him, fuck off. he’s my kid, mind your business.

Tim: i don't care; he's not the one invited to the older brothers' balcony time. fuck him.

Jason: *wheeze* this is- this is what it was all about, huh?

Tim: if you think little eleven year old Tim wasn't daydreaming about one day sharing a bottle of whiskey with Nightwing and Robin then you're an idiot.

Jason: *wheezes harder*

Dick, snickering: your dreams were so weird, man.

*clang*

Tim: here.

Dick: jesus that was quick- you are eager.

Jason: no, he's thirsty.

Dick: *laughs*

Tim: you got fuckin- deck chairs here and everything. is it not a security risk to hang out on your civilian balcony as Red Hood and Nightwing?

Jason: no, it's an intimidation tactic. Carol from the HOA finally cornered Red Hood to talk about 'Todd Peters, the prick from apartment 3B that should be run out of the alley' and Red Hood told her that Todd was an old school mate of his that was under his protection. so this is really just to rub it in.

Tim: no way,

Dick: *cackles* no he's- he's being serious. he told me yesterday that apparently she now believes that Todd Peters is bribing Red Hood for protection and is spreading conspiracy theories that he's robbing people for money in his spare time in order to pay off his debt.

Jason, casual: if i see her on patrol she always tells me 'you don't have to do this, Hood' and i tell her 'leave my frat bro alone' and then she scowls and storms in the opposite direction.

Dick: also Damian made her cry once,

Jason: -that too.

Tim: *wheeze* and this is why i forced my way into being Robin.

Jason: *laughs loudly* *glass clinks*

*liquid sloshing*

Tim: *sipping noise* *instant choking coughs*

Dick: *loud, long wheeze* that's- yeah this is stronger than the usual stuff buddy,

Tim: -jesus?? *more coughing*

Jason: you know- talking about you forcing your way into being Robin, that was the one thing i couldn't successfully argue with Bruce about when i first came back.

Tim: what, *cough* *slightly strained* the fact that i was Robin?

Jason: yeah, 'cause i didn't know that you forced your way in, did i? Talia told me that Bruce had replaced me, so i assumed he'd picked you. and i kept- *wheeze* when i came back, i kept trying to be all bitter and snide about how he'd fuckin- that he'd let another kid wear the suit when it had gone so badly for me, and it never worked.

Tim: yeah, i can't imagine that kind of argument lasting very long.

Jason: well no, because i would be all like 'do you know how dangerous this is?! he's just a kid, he could DIE'. and B would just be like 'YEAH NO FUCKING SHIT JASON, I KNOW.'

Dick and Tim: *twin wheezes*

Dick: *cackling* fuck, that's right, he didn't want Tim to be Robin either-!

Jason: i tried so hard to make him the villain in that whole situation, and it was just just completely ruined by the fact that he was just as devastated about Tim being Robin as i was.

Tim, still laughing: fuuuck, right, he did not want me there! i genuinely- i had to sneak in half the time because he wouldn't let me in the front door.

Jason: every time i tried to be mad at him it was just like 'this is a horrible idea!' 'fully agree with you.' 'what.'

Dick: *still laughing*

Jason: i had nowhere to go, it was horrible.

Tim: he was like... really scared of me being hurt in the beginning. i never knew whether to be offended or to find it sweet how much he cared.

Dick: yeah, cause' like, on one hand if it's offensive that he didn't trust you to stay safe, then it's great to see how much his trust in you has grown now,

Tim: -but on the other hand, if it was sweet that he cared that much in the beginning, then that man's affection for me must have died out so much over the years.

Dick: *wheezes again*

Jason: i remember- i remember confronting him in the batcave one time, and i was like 'if you agree with me then why did you let him become Robin?' and Bruce looked at me like he wanted to kill himself and just went 'because Alfred wouldn't stop letting him in here and i didn't know how to keep him safe without helping him'.

Tim: me and Alfred were the original partners in crime; he had my back.

Jason: yeah he was down there, and i turned to him all accusatory asking if B was telling the truth, and Alfie just looked me straight in the eye and dead-faced went 'and what are you gonna do about it?' and i was genuinely fucking speechless.

Tim: *laughs loudly*

Dick: that man... he's awesome, and i love him. but sometimes i do think he might be slightly evil.

Jason: *wheezes*

Tim: to be fair, Jason, you weren't gonna win any arguments about me being Robin regardless; because every argument you make against making another kid Robin is ever-so-slightly undermined by the fact that Bruce knew full well at that point that you were the one who had delivered Damian to Gotham 'so he could train under Batman and claim his inheritance'. so anything you said against me being Robin was completely hypocritical on your end.

*a beat*

Jason: ...ok, point.

Dick: *starts giggling again*

Jason: if you ever point that out to Bruce i am telling you right now we'll be doing Titans Tower two; electric boogaloo, and i am being completely serious.

Dick: *giggling harder*

Tim: damn, you guys get mean when you drink.

bonus photo of my cat who loves to snuggle when sewing. thank you!!!

GET A HOOP STAND THIS IS NON NEGOTIABLE GET A HOOP STAND

otherwise my advice is to look up general 'artist exercises' and follow those depending on your elbow or hand needs. use a thimble or a sailor's palm. having to stitch with less force improves ergonomics and hand strain.

I have needed to, as of late, wear my thumb brace a lot in the last couple months. Not just while stitching but I wear it then too. I have some flavor of 'joints don't work' disorder so having an exoskeleton prevents me from straining too hard. extra stability is helpful to not move in ways that will cause me injury, which i am more prone to in specific ways in specific parts of my body, but which can and will impact absolutely everyone.

The office immediately split into two factions over it. One says that if anyone falls in the spike pit it's their own fault for being so stupid and not watching where they're walking, so we should remove the sign. The other says that the sign is an insult, there shouldn't be a spike pit in our office at all, and having the sign up like that is just normalising the existence of the spike pit, so we should remove the sign.

> realize every screen displays color slightly differently

> realize every camera captures color a little differently

> realize every format and image editor translates color

> realize every printer deposits ink differently

> realize every kind of paper accepts ink differently

> realize colors look completely different under different lighting conditions

> ok I'm going to do everything greyscale now

> black density changes as ink cartridge depletes and depending on viscosity after multiple prints

> "what color white are you using"

also: the finished product of this tutorial 👇 I think he’s cute

I use procreate so I have no idea if this works with any other applications lol

STEP 1: sketch

I use this pencil called Waratah for my sketch. I usually make it a really dark pink because I think it’s pretty but I also use black a lot. I also use my sketch as my lineart because I’m lazy

Villains!! I had Zelda on the brain, and wanted to get some practice in drawing faces, so this is what I made :)

it took me asking three more times before she finally told me she wanted me to leave the fans where they are instead of moving them to my room or something. and I said oh! I had no intention of doing so but thank you for letting me know what the expectation is.

"You left your dish in the sink." > the hidden request is "please clean your dish, preferably right now." since it's phrased as an observation, I don't immediately intuit the request and instead think my housemate thinks I forgot about it. so I reply "oh, I know." housemate thinks i'm sassing her and gets annoyed with me. only then do I realize she was asking me to do something about the dish in the sink.

"There's hot soup on the stove." > said to me while I was preparing a sandwich. the hidden request is "please eat the soup." since it's phrased as a statement of fact, I don't immediately intuit the request and instead think my mom thinks I didn't see the soup. I did see it, but I wanted a sandwich instead. so I reply, "I saw it, thank you." mother thinks I'm being rude and gets annoyed with me. only then do I realize she was asking me to do something about the soup (and furthermore is offended I am eating a sandwich instead).

"Your bread is on the counter." > the hidden request is "please remove your sliced bread from the counter and store it elsewhere." since it's phrased as an observation, I don't immediately intuit the request and think my roommate thinks I meant to store the bread elsewhere and forgot. when I reassure her I know it's there, she gets annoyed. only then do I realize she wants me to do something about the bread on the counter.

"You can turn up the heat, you know." > said to me while I was scrambling eggs slowly over low heat. this one really confused me because of course I knew I could turn up the heat, but I had no reason to as I was only cooking for myself. when I ignored the statement because I was focused on my task and had nothing to say, my mother added, "the eggs will cook faster if you do." sure, I'm aware of this too, but I don't want to cook them faster. I won't get the texture I want. when I reply, "I don't want to, though," mom thinks I'm being rude and gets irritated, then asks me how long I'm going to take. only then do I realize she was telling me to cook faster (because she wanted the stove), instead of simply informing me I could.

"There are donuts in the break room." > a more benign example, but similar outcome. once again I hear this as a piece of information being given to me, and thank my coworker for telling me. when I don't immediately leave my desk to get donuts because I'm finishing a task, my coworker hovers and says, "well? aren't you getting some?" only then do I realize there was actually a hidden invitation, and I was supposed to respond to the hidden part and say, "I'll come get them in a minute," or "no thank you I don't want any."

as I said, I've learned over time this is something many allistic (non-autistic) people do (as well as high masking autistic folks who have learned the social rules and wear themselves out following them rigidly). despite what I've learned, my default autistic response is pretty much always to take the words at face value (especially when I'm distracted or multitasking), before remembering I have to translate them. and while I can make a decent educated guess in most cases, sometimes I just cannot and simply ask, "what are you asking me?"

unfortunately, many allistic people suffer from an inability to take words literally just as much as they struggle to speak literally, which can further obfuscate communication. this is why I emphasize gentle reassurance that you are not criticizing them, but asking them to help you, a person in need, by clarifying their intent. people generally like to be helpful and I have had moderate success with this approach.

"I'm putting the kettle on." (not just announcing what they're doing, they're expecting you to affirm whether you want tea or not.)

"Boy the trash is full." (not just voicing an observation, they're expecting you to take the trash out.)

"If you leave your window open, bugs will get in." (not just giving you information to decide what to do with, they're expecting you to close the window.)

Any variation of "do you want to do [unpleasant task]?" (you aren't actually supposed to say yes or no, they aren't asking your opinion, they're telling you to do it and saying you don't want to is rude.)

"Let me show you how to do something." (they want you to do it this way, they aren't just sharing an insight that you can choose to incorporate into your habits or not)

"Mm that food smells good." (might be complimenting your cooking, might be hoping you'll offer them some.)

"What are you watching/playing?" (might be curious about your interests, but might also want you to invite them to join.)

"Company's arriving in 15 minutes." (this one was from a mom to her kids and she wasn't just giving them a heads up, she was telling them to clean up.)

"Sorry my desk is such a mess." (APPARENTLY this was NOT a comment on her own desk but implying her COWORKER'S desk was messy and she wanted them to clean it??? sorry to the commenter who shared this one but that sounds genuinely deranged and you can't convince me this is common even for the most indirect allists out there)

to everyone saying this is simply a direct vs indirect culture issue, yes you can have communication breakdowns between people with differing degrees of directness, regardless of their neurodiversity status. what I am trying to illustrate is that autistic people in indirect cultures will miss these indirect cues at much higher rates than others, because we do not pick up on social norms at the same rate or proficiency as everyone else, because of our autism. essentially making us "direct-culture" people by default. some autistic folks do learn and practice those norms (some of us are literally traumatized into doing so), but it's something we often must remind ourselves to do, manually, and it can take a lot of extra effort. this is why high maskers end up in burn-out if they cannot learn to unmask btw.

Also (insert communist bugs meme) OUR meat rations, brother.

No longer! Will climbing on top of Very Tall Crates save you from greedy little Feline bastards trying to literally steal the dinner right out of your mouth! They can FLY now! Fuck™!!!

winged tookas are excellent flyers! once they get momentum they are great at using it! its the landing that's the problem, tend to go tail over head on that twiggy landing gear, they tend to let themselves run into walls and people to bounce off to get more air, take corners or stop.

and yeah their desperate scrabbling to get a claw into some panels shouldn't be that big a deal BUT ITS SO MANY TINY SCRATCHES AND IT LOOKS UNPROFESSIONAL! So there's a whole dodge and weaving tactic to avoid the winged womp rats like their magpies in swooping season!

They made us their test. They did not test the AI to see if it would indeed make them a good car. They made the AI cars first and then sold them to us. We were their test.

There is NO LEVEL OF PROTECTION right now for this kind of thing. Self driving delivery robots and taxis, and AI therapists and "friends", and your lawyer deciding to let AI write his arguments -- these kind of things all put the public at real risk and there are no legal protections.

The Odyssey if the suitors were competent…