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luana recently lost her job because of coronavirus, she is a mother of a 11 month old boy and they have no food. she lives with a friend and they have no money to keep the house, they can’t pay the bills (both of them have kids). they are asking for donations! you can help them by DONATING HERE. the website is all in english and you can donate in her currency, brazilian real, and it’s way more cheaper than dollar, so please, help this family if you can.
i was talking to luana and i helped her by creating a paypal account. you can donate via paypal HERE!
Luana got her Twitter account suspended some weeks ago and today she reached out to me asking for help again.
On the message, she said that she got money to pay two months of rent and now she needs to pay for the electricity bills, for food and another month of rent. And she’s very thankful for everyone. Please, keep sharing and donating. Thank you!
Everyone, just so you know, at this point 1 Dollar is worth 5,50 Brazilian Reais, so even if you donate very little it becomes a lot to someone here! If you can donate $1, $5, it’s a huge help. Brazilians are being killed by our government, there’s no economical respite, the vaccination is shit because Bolsonaro is a genocide… It’s BAD. Please help.
Luana said she’s almost reaching the goal to pay for another month of late rent, so please, keep sharing and donating!
Luana is very, very thankful for everyone who helped her family! She paid in advance two months of rent, but now she still needs money for food and diaper ‘cause she has a baby and lives with a friend which’s a mother too. here’s the message she sent to me (in portuguese). pls keep sharing it!
luana messaged me again and she said that her family needs food, they have no more rice to eat. here in brazil right now 5 kg of rice is costing 40 BRL, that’s A LOT for a family. please, donate to her family if you can. you can donate here.
I’m pretty sure you don’t need to know French in order to understand this comic.
My local garden center had a strict “mask policy enforced by owner’s mother with a garden hose” and the woman really did, and I say this with adoration and aspiring to be like her someday- look like a wizened and moderately sadistic gargoyle perched on her lawn chair with the hose cocked, pressure building behind the nozzle, eagerly awaiting the next asshole.
Ok, you left this one on a cliff hanger. Please, PLEASE let Ardin see a mirror, or still pond, or SOMETHING that forces him to see himself as everyone else is seeing him? Pretty, pretty please with sugar on top?? PLEASE??
Ardin had spent a solid minute scouring his body free of the offal he had seen himself as wearing. To his eyes and ears, it splattered messily on the floor. His hands were stained with rotting blood. His clothing was similarly besmirched, but more so with the ichor of evil. Now, more than ever, he had an overwhelming desire to find his reflection.
He had dropped his sword, which seemed nothing more than rotten intestines, mixed with putrid effluvium. His armour was covered with pieces of rotted flesh where it was not sprayed with anything else disgusting. Ardin wanted to strip nude and bathe, scrubbing himself raw… but he noticed his hands. They were no longer human hands, but a demon’s claws…
The Clerics of Lathander shone gloriously inside an aura of blessed flames. They were as close to angels as mortal flesh could reach. The Elven wizard Wraithvine was unchanged, though the sense of their years weighed heavily in the air. The monster Wraithvine had with them was a monster no more, but a young individual of a small race. He couldn’t quite tell if they were Gnome or Halfling… yet he swore it had been a Kobold mere moments ago.
The fae smiled, sharply: “Give me your name, child.”
“Uhhhhh. Stick.”
“What.”
“Does Leaf work better? I’m just kinda looking around this clearing. Look, I’m trans, I haven’t decided on one yet, I’m throwing some spaghetti at the wall, you know how it is.”
Fae are born with features sharp and narrow, yet this one seems to soften as Moss looks at it. Its grin— sharp, teeth gleaming, its eyes— cutting, searching, the jut and pull of its jaw enough to scratch glass. It does not blink. Branch does not blink. It softens.
“I said, give me your name, child.”
“I still haven’t picked one,” Grass defends, even now still hoping for a way out of a faeries deal.
“No. But your parents did. Give me your name, child, and it shall no longer be yours. The entity of your name shall no longer exist, and you will be free for whichever name you choose— Leaf, or Stick, or Lichen.”
“…oh.” says Petal, and in the next moment a name falls from their lips. It is not their name. It never has been. The fae is sharp and cutting and witty, that moment of softness an imagined slight.
“Very well, child. Be warned of mushroom circles, should you lose your name again.”
“Okay,” Mushroom smiles, and the Fae pulls itself away from their reality in a swirl of feathers and silk.
When they go home for the first time in two months, their mother frets over them in a way she had not since they were a child, and she calls them by no name at all.
Goddamn. This is my favorite version of ‘faeries take your name’, that’s it, we can all go home now.
ActuallyAutistic and otherwise Neurodivergent children deserve Inclusion, and that means making adjustments to meet the needs that are accommodated in most children because society is structured to accommodate the neurological majority.
But because neurodivergent children often develop on a different timeline from most children, their access needs are often overridden by intrusive therapies and by an education that does not support their individual needs.
Self-determination is the ability to have reasonable control over one’s life without intrusive, aggressive, controlling, or oppressive forces inserting too much dominance over someone’s developmental trajectory.
Almost all information about healthy development is based on what works for the neurological majority.
Even the pop-psychology graphics with feel-good messaging contain subtle traps for neurodivergent children because they are written with the perception that being neurodivergent is unhealthy.
This is where we diverge from #AutismAwareness and move into #AutisticAcceptance.
To accept neurodivergent children, we must accept that their needs are different.
Neurodivergent children need to have access to self-determination, autonomy, and dignity based on their own developmental needs and not those of the majority.
HUGE shout out to Kate Jones Illustration for the artwork!!
Hey, radio DJ here! (Specifically a classic rock radio DJ on a handful of local stations that aren’t the big commercially own stations that do this).. There’s actually a reason for this. This is going to be an extremely simplified version of how this came to be (along with many other genre stations), but basically what happened was that before the mid 1990s, most radio stations just let radio DJs play whatever they wanted. It was the disk jockey’s job to find and play music that they thought their listeners would enjoy, or even just records that they liked themselves. It was usually the radio DJs who would discover bands and songs to play on the air and bring them to a wider audience. Of course there were issues like station managers not always allowing the play of music by black artists, or payola (where the radio DJs were essentially bribed to play a record which is illegal), but generally you wouldn’t hear the same exact songs with every DJ’s set. You also had a lot of unique personalities with radio DJs, as well.. For example Wolfman Jack with his snarling and growling on the air and him crafting his show to sound as much like a party on the radio as possible (and one of the radio DJs of his time to bring many black artists to a mainstream audience), or Dr. Demento and his crew of silly people adding on a peanut gallery to the comedy music he would play (including Whimsical Will and “Weird Al” Yankovic). During the 70s and 80s it also wasn’t unusual to often hear Stevie Wonder and The Beatles side-by-side, especially with many radio DJs breaking barriers to de-segregate radio stations. In the mid 1990s, however, a law was passed.. While originally companies could only own a certain number of stations (and if I recall correctly could not own more than one station in an area), it was changed so that companies could now own as many stations as they want. So, of course, big companies started buying up as many stations as they could, especially smaller ones that would play more of the weird stuff and inner cuts… And of course when a company is that big, they don’t want to risk failing, so they essentially gentrified their musical selections. They look at the numbers of what records are selling, they put together playlists for their radio DJs, and they have to stick to that. So, if you’re listening to a station that’s playing a lot of the same tunes, don’t blame your local DJs. Chances are they were told they have to stick to a certain set of artists, or even a certain set of songs.
Hey there! I wasn’t expecting my addition to blow up like it did since
usually my additions to post go ignored, and I appreciate all the
attention. But missing from the reblogs are the tags I added where I
want to mention if you want to listen to radio stations that don’t
repeat the same songs over and over, you wanna check out your local and
student-ran stations! There are a lot of great smaller, independent
stations out there to check out with radio DJs who still choose their
own sets (myself included!). Supporting your local stations and DJs will help keep the
creativity of radio alive, as well as expose you to some really neat
tunes you might not hear on the bigger top 40 stations! Many smaller
stations also have internet streams, too, if you don’t have a physical radio. Wishing you all lots of peace and love! <3
