When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.
Chapter 11 of When the World Falls Into Anarchy is now out!!!
when the world falls into anarchy (12223 words) by etherealbumblebee
Chapters: 11/?
Fandom: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies (1992), Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva/Finch (Newsies), Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Crutchie/Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Bill Hearst/Darcy Reid
Characters: Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Finch (Newsies), Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs, Les Jacobs, Bill Hearst, Darcy Reid
Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Danger, Survival
Summary:
One month. It’d been one month since the first signs of the plague showed up, since the first person became mad with fever and insane with bloodlust, since the disease had ravaged the world until there was nothing left. Spot had been lucky somehow, able to stay far from the infected, but as far as he could tell, he’d been the only one.
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One month after the outbreak of a disease that turned the whole world on its head, Spot Conlon must navigate his way through a world no longer safe to walk in, seeking safety alongside several other survivors.
When the world falls into anarchy, who will be able to see their way through?
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When I was in elementary school our Talented and Gifted program was called “Flight” (as in like soaring to great heights or whatever, idk don’t ask me), and I think the fondest memories of my entire child/tween years were in that little room in another school (and then another little room in middle school).
No matter who we were or who we hung out with outside of that class, for an hour each day we just chatted and laughed at/with each other and learned together. No one was “popular” or “cool”-- we were all just a bunch of nerds that liked to chatter constantly.
That Flight class taught me to give speeches/presentations, to work hard and not give up when I didn’t know something, and to just reach for the goddamned stars. It taught me that it wasn’t such an awful thing to be different, and that the way I saw the world didn’t make me any lesser than the neurotypical kids my age.
This sounds like a total exaggeration, but i genuinely think that class saved my life. There were so many issues that Mrs. Penn (the T&G teacher a few years ago) helped me through and taught me how to navigate, and I owe literally all of my achievements to being taught to be resilient and confident in my intelligence and potential. Being a “gifted” kid sucked/still sucks sometimes, but I couldn’t imagine ever knowing myself to be any different.