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July 17 2017

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i wish birds brought ME presents

No, but think about this.

The crows she feeds obviously have their own little lives. They go about their business, and they spot *pretty thing* or /unique thing/ in question. What gets me is that the *first* thing on their minds as recipient of this thing is the little girl that feeds them.

They spot a thing, and immediately must think, “that nice girl with delicious foodstuffs must have this to show my gratitude.”

It’s actually more than that, though, if you read the articles or watch the videos. This has taken place over YEARS- it started with these birds following this little girl around because she was a messy eater and it has turned into a ritual for the family. They have a water station and food stations where they daily set out things for these birds and sometimes (but not always), these birds leave ‘payment’ behind for the food.


These birds are not just taking food and leaving shinies. These birds are watching over this family now. Their lives have become involved. These crows are keeping track of this girl and her mother even when they are out of the yard. How do we know?

One of them is a photographer, and one day while she was photographing some stuff on a bridge, she dropped her camera’s lenscap over the edge. There was no way she could get it back, so she left it. When she got home, the lenscap was sitting on the edge of one of the feeding stations, waiting for her.

Not only were the birds following and watching over her, they were smart enough to realize she dropped an Important Thing and cared enough to bring it back to her.

I could not have asked for more

They are raising an army

i wish i had cool ass crow guardians

The crow whisperer.




Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like I’m still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity

Ok for real! I can’t bear to dance in front of people because ive been made to feel so ashamed of how my body moves. Sometimes I’ll tell thin people this and they’re so shocked and sad and I’m just like, this has been my life since I was a little kid, being hypervigilant of how others will perceive my every movement!!!!!

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I love how not only are these women different skin tones but they’re also different body types. sometimes the world can be okay

this is so beautiful!!!!

Masculine sitting, posture, walking tips for FTM boys/guys


- “man spreading” (sitting with your legs spread out a bit. Not dramatically but having your knees apart and not touching is deemed very masculine.)

- hands in pockets with shoulders up

- legs crossed with ankle resting on the top of your knee

- avoid “closing in” on yourself, for ex. Hunching over, holding your arms too closely to your chest, or having your head down.

- Longer strides when walking, or walking slower

- assertive gestures when speaking

(Feel free to add more if you reblog)

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this is just the silliest thing ever, the POPE gave the president a science essay 👀

The POPE has a degree in Chemistry. He is living proof that science and religion are not at odds with one another.

Trump really can’t read tho why he wrote him a whole book

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Mozambique decriminalises homosexuality


“The decriminalisation, seen as a major victory for gay rights groups in Africa, now places Mozambique within a minority of African countries where homosexuality is not punishable by law.

Even though homosexuality-related acts were punishable by up to three years of hard labour, no known prosecutions took place in the country after independence in 1975.  According to EWN, the penal code dates back to 1886.

This event almost coincides with the nationwide legalisation of same sex marriage in the US, as ordered by the country’s Supreme Court last week.


More Info: LGBT Rights in Mozambique

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I just finished my first DnD session. It was combat heavy, so I decided to get creative with my moves so I wouldn’t get bored. My character is a young human bard named Hamma who managed to incapacitate a necromancer with mage hand and horseradish:

Me (OOC): I wanna grab his balls and twist.

DM: Roll for strength.

Me: I… I got a 3…

DM: Oh… Oh god I have to narrate this… You grab his balls as hard as you can, but he only lets out a low grown of arousal.

I continue trying to rip the necromancer’s balls off over the course of 3 turns, but he only manages to make him hard.

Me: Hamma lets go and tries not to cry. He plans on joining the nearest church that has a celibacy rule.

The Senate just voted to undo landmark rules covering your Internet privacy




Hey people, the Senate voted against net neutrality (50-48), and now the House is up next.

Maybe we should start callin our representatives.

Time to start hammering away at this. Again.


Making our voices heard is how we stopped “Trumpcare” from happening




me: finally the Doctor is not another white bloke!

tumblr: THE FUTURE IS FEMALE!!!!!!!!!

[white woman from star wars]

[white woman from superhero franchise]

[white woman from doctor who]

[white woman from another sci-fi show]

me: *looks into the camera like im on the office*

anyway, bottom line is: I love Jodie Whittaker as an actress and I think she’s going to be a great Doctor and I hope she continues to piss off fake nerd manbabies everywhere

but white women praise her as if it’s the next coming of feminist jesus while ignoring the blatant and overwhelming whiteness of women-lead sci-fi (like Ghostbusters, Supergirl, MCU, Mad Max) or focus only on the white women in otherwise diverse franchises (Star Wars) or downplay the lack of woc (Wonder Woman, Ghostbusters and Star Wars).

and that? that speaks a very telling story of what white women think of womanhood and race - that woc are not representative of all women, but everyone should stand together to praise white women. that woc “really count” as female representation because of that. that the progress made by woc for themselves isn’t “real progress” unless it benefits whiteness, as if white feminism hasn’t always been the most excluding and exhausting movement for woc.

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Libraries are free, mostly. Pretty much everything millennials are “killing” costs money.

Plus, unlike half the stuff we’re killing, libraries actually have a practical use

we out here

Not to be *that* millennial, but as a librarian I’d just like to say that the greatest thing you can do to support your local library is to understand how they are funded and to support their funding with your vote.

Libraries can do a lot all on their own but quite often they cannot legally “toot their own horn” so-to-speak when it comes to advocating for sustaining or increasing funding, getting levies or bond issues passed, etc.  Libraries need you to love them not just with your checkouts and attendance at programs.

We can do that too.


i just saw graffiti and all it said was ‘bagels!’….i’m really happy somebody is passionate enough about bagels to spray paint it on a wall

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I learned in a Latin Studies class (with a chill white dude professor) that when the Europeans first saw Aztec cities they were stunned by the grid. The Aztecs had city planning and that there was no rational lay out to European cities at the time. No organization.

When the Spanish first arrived in Tenochtitlan (now downtown mexico city) they thought they were dreaming. They had arrived from incredibly unsanitary medieval Europe to a city five times the size of that century’s london with a working sewage system, artificial “floating gardens” (chinampas), a grid system, and aqueducts providing fresh water. Which wasn’t even for drinking! Water from the aqueducts was used for washing and bathing- they preferred using nearby mountain springs for drinking. Hygiene was a huge part if their culture, most people bathed twice a day while the king bathed at least four times a day. Located on an island in the middle of a lake, they used advanced causeways to allow access to the mainland that could be cut off to let canoes through or to defend the city. The Spanish saw their buildings and towers and thought they were rising out of the water. The city was one of the most advanced societies at the time.

Anyone who thinks that Native Americans were the savages instead of the filthy, disease ridden colonizers who appeared on their land is a damn fool.

They’ve also recently discovered a lost Native American city in Kansas called Etzanoa It rivals the size of Cahokia, which was very large as well.


What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not ‘Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think ‘you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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my girlfriend’s keysmashes go “ASDFGHJKL” like she actually just hits the middle row of keys in sequential order and I pointed it out to her and now she says she’s being attacked because I put her response on this picture

Autism Asks, an Autistic Community Video Project



Hi everyone!

I am working with Sabrina to work on an Autism Asks (@autism-asks) video series that will be a weekly thing. Short version, this is all on our own time, with our own money. We don’t get paid for it.

I do not have the right hardware to make to make it happen in a way that is accessible and I’m a college student living off student loans. 

Some of you have asked how you can support me, if I have patreon, or a tip jar or whatever, but I’m still on the fence about starting one. I am much more okay with asking for help for specific projects, when I already have I clear idea of what I am going to give in return.

I am going to do this project regardless - that’s not a concern. This is mostly about making high enough quality video and sound that eases the sensory issues so many of us have.

If you want to help and you are able, this is as way you can help - either sharing this post here, or sharing the page itself on Facebook. I like to think that in turn that help will come back to the community.


- Sam

(Posted 14 Jul 2017)

(Updated 15 July 2017)

The First 48 Hrs

Nearing the end of the first 48 hrs, the support has been great! While there have not been many donations, the first few have been big!  At $135 that puts us at 39% of the way to our goal!

There is one important question that I left unasked and unanswered when I created this fundraiser - Just what sort of things will you talk about?

To give you an idea of the kinds of questions and topics we are considering, here is a peek at some of the topics we have received from the community through the Autism Asks blog:

Alexithymia - This is a common autistic trait that both supports negative stereotypes and subverts them. What is it, and how does it affect us?

Eye Contact  - The stereotype, why it is a problem, and why so many of us do not actually fit the stereotype.

Stimming - What is it, why we need it, and why we need to advocate against preventing it.

…and so much more, but we do not want to spoil everything for you!

Thank you again for your support! I am excited to begin this adventure with you.


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We know of today’s movement because of social media/press. Back then they were still effective WITHOUT it. Phenomenal.

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