When I was seventeen, I was in a pit. I was depressed and lonely because I had realized since entering public school for the first time that actually, I wasn't really like the other kids. Everyone told me this was the homeschooling. Really, I was neurodivergent and closeted to everyone — even myself. The once confident Mia had faded into someone confused and scared to death of rejection. I barely recognized myself in the mirror. I had always been proud of being different and now I was ashamed.
I wasn't bullied or anything. I was just constantly aware of a distance between me and the other kids. I didn't know what it was or how it got there, but it was most certainly there. I lived on the outskirts of friend groups, not beloved or rejected, just... there.
Then I stumbled upon this book written by a teacher that I'd always sort of heard of and never really tried. I was hooked from the very first line. The main character was different like me. He had ADHD and dyslexia and he was amazing — brave and unafraid to stand up for the ones he loved and all around heroic. He was like me, only the things that made him different made him the hero he was. His differences were not only accepted, they were embraced as a part of what made him who he was in the first place.
That book was The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan and it has lived in a special place in my heart ever since that first read. Honestly? Sometimes I wish I'd found it years earlier. I hope my kids, if I ever have any, fall in love with this book as much as I did and know how special they are.
Today, I made myself a bracelet with the word "Half-Blood". I used blue beads and shells because of Percy's lineage. I made it to remind myself to never give up on writing. Why would a Percy Jackson bracelet remind me to never give up writing, you may ask?
Because seventeen-year-old Mia, struggling with depression and low self-esteem, needed Percy Jackson. And maybe there's someone else out there who needs my stories like I needed Percy Jackson.
If you're an artist and you ever wonder if your art is worth it, just remember all the creatives you look up to — and imagine how your life would be different if they had given up. Art is hard work, it's time, it's effort, it's patience. Take the breaks you need, but don't give up. Your art is worth it. ♥️
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Unfamiliar familiar is not just a fic, it is a harmful representation of tmnt 2012.
Infantilizing Mikey who canonically has ADHD, and then going ahead and giving him autism, rubbing salt even further into the wound. As an autistic person, it is absolutely disgusting seeing one of my favorite characters be broken down and destroyed by an in educated idiot, who obviously does not care about the 2012 tmnt characterization or the fact that they have pretty much ruined the tmnt 2012 AO3 tag for so many fans, including myself.
They had a big hand in the creation of the “abused Mikey” trope, which is an absolutely horrible characterization of 12 Mikey and his brothers.
It is harmful by villainizing Raphs anger issues, infantilizing ADHD and autism, not tagging the fic as an AU, as it is so OOC and completely destroys everything Tmnt is about.
Family, the turtles being brothers, being strong and stealthy ninjas. If Mikey couldn’t handle a bit of roughhousing, how would he have gotten through 15 years of ninja training!?
If torable actually watched the damn show all the way to the end, then it would become apparent that Raph goes through character development the most. He changes, is calmer, less aggressive, he’s happier more at ease, because he’s found people in his life who understand and love him for who he is. The change isn’t a flick of a switch, it’s a gradual change over the seasons. Raph is so much more than an aggressive impulsive idiot.
ADHD and autistic people are misrepresented in media, in absolutely horrible ways, and even when autism is done right, it’s always only the one side of the spectrum and never with an actual autistic actor. autism and ADHD do not need to be misrepresented in fanfics as well.
What ever the hell that creature is that torable claims to be Mikey, it’s one struggle after another, and adding autism because you just want to infantilize him is abhorrent. Autistic people are not babys who need to be treated like glass, and representing Mikey as that destroys his character and misrepresents autism in a horrible way.
On a video I did on tiktok about “unfamiliar familiar” I got comments from people saying that they know the author IRL and apparently they are ex-friends and torable was abusive towards them, I’m not saying these claims are true, but I got 3 different people comment about that same thing…🫢
Anyway FUCK YOU TORABLE! FUCK YOU UNFAMILIAR FAMILIAR! FUCK YOU “ABUSED MIKEY” TROPE AND FUCK YOU “RISE ADOPTS MIKEY”TROPE !
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Glasses- ADHD! reader x 11th doctor
Hello Lovelies! This is my first story I'll be posting on here, and hopefully not the last. This was a request, and the first request I've ever done. It was interesting challenging myself to stay within a certain prompt. It's definitely short, but I didn't want to force myself to make it longer if I couldn't.
Summary: You think you’ve lost something, the Doctor helps you find it.
I hope you enjoy, all the love-A.
Warnings: none
Kinda a slow burn idk
“DOCTOR, HAVE YOU SEEN MY GLASSES?” You shouted down the hall towards the console room.
No response.
You sighed, and started the short walk towards the console room to find him.
Standing in the doorway you quickly looked over the dimly lit room.
“Doctor?”
It was silent before you heard a muffled, “Down here, dear.”
You walked down the staircase to the underpart of the console to see him in a swing of sorts under a mass of wires.
You stood watching him work for a moment before he turned to you and lifted his goggles.
“What did you need?” You took a moment to look over his face, covered in grease and dirt but still so very beautiful. Which made you think about the time you both got covered in alien water that was a little too much like grease. Yeah. Trying to wash that off was a nightmare.
“Y/N? Hellooo? Earth to Y/N? Or rather, Doctor to Y/N?”
You snapped out of your thoughts to realize he had stood up and was standing in front of you waving a hand in-front of your face.
“Oh sorry yeah I came to ask you about…uhm…”
Shit. You forgot what you came to ask him about.
He stood patiently waiting for you to remember.
Things like this happened a lot.
Like that time when you went to an alien beach and you had packed everything you could possibly need BUT sunscreen. Yeah. Those 2nd degree burns were not fun.
Or when you had gotten bored waiting for him to fix wires and wandered off and accidentally tripped and fell into a button that would blow up the ship you were on.
Who keeps a self-destruct button in the kitchen anyways?
“I’m sorry Doctor. I forgot what I was gonna ask you.”
He sent you a light smile before wiping his hands on his jacket and throwing his goggles aside.
“Well, let's go back to where you were and see if that helps you remember.” He stuck out his hand with a smile and you took it leading him back to your room.
You opened the door and walked in before feeling a tug on your hand.
He stood in the doorway apprehensively.
You tilted your head, brows furrowed in question.
“Are you sure I can come in?” He asked, his voice unusually quiet.
“Of course. You're always welcome to come in.” You waved your arm in a gesture for him to follow.
He smiled and obliged, following you in.
You walked back to your bed and saw the book you were reading.
Then it hit you.
“OH. I was gonna ask if you’d seen my glasses.”
He turned from observing your wall full of photos from previous adventures and raised his eyebrows.
“You mean the ones tucked into your shirt?”
You looked down to see your glasses, folded and tucked into your shirt collar.
“Oh.”
You felt your face heat up in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry Doctor. I completely forgot they were on my shirt.”
You took your glasses off your shirt and set them on your bedside table.
“It's quite alright. We all forget things sometimes”
You looked over at him, expecting some type of patronizing look, only to see a smile.
“I know. I just feel awful. I made you stop working for something this stupid.” You sat on your bed with a sigh. “I just feel like I always forget things or rush through them. I don’t want to make things harder for you.”
You looked down towards your feet, shame filling your mind.
“I’ve just always struggled with things people find so easy. I feel like somethings wrong with me.”
You felt the bed dip beside you and looked up to find him sitting next to you.
His gaze still on your wall.
“Well, I think..” He turned to look at you with a smile. “That you're amazing how you are. I mean, sure sometimes you can space out and forget things, but I think it makes you special. Remember that time on Ambidaxtouris, when you zoned out during the speech and noticed that man placing a bomb behind the royals podium? You were the only one who noticed. You saved so many lives that day.
As for interrupting me working, I can always work on the TARDIS. But I love spending time with you.
I mean, if you hadn’t come to get me I’d never have gotten to see that beautiful photo collage over there.”
A smile formed on your face as he stood, grabbing your hand and dragging you with him.
“I mean, look at these. You really have an eye for photography.”
He let go of your hand and grabbed his glasses out of his jacket to closer examine them.
“Just one of my many fixations.”
You leaned down and opened the desk that sat below your wall of photos.
Pulling out an old film camera, you blew a layer of dust off before speaking quietly.
“This is a 35mm Rangefinder. I spent months searching the internet to find it. Almost forgot I had it.” You smiled slightly before looking up to the Doctor, curious what he would think.
He looked down at you, a small smile gracing his face. His eyes held an emotion you couldn’t believe was there.
“It's beautiful” He spoke, only taking his eyes off yours for a moment to glance down at the camera.
“May I?” His hands opened slightly, timidly reaching for the camera.
You nodded with a smile, shuffling the camera from one hand to another, holding it towards him.
He gently took it from you, holding it as if it would shatter at any moment.
Noticing his actions, you chuckled lightly.
“Doc, it's from the 60’s. Trust me you won’t break it that easily.”
He blushed, turning his head downwards to better see the object he was holding.
After he was satisfied with his inspection, he handed the camera back to you.
“It’s simple, but very lovely all the same.”
Comfortable silence fell over you both as you returned your camera to your desk.
“So, anything you’d like to do?” He asked quietly.
You smiled up at him, “You know, I have a craving for some hot chocolate.”
And so, you both sat, shoulder to shoulder, hot cups full of warm coco in your hands, at the open doors of the TARDIS.
Watching stars burn, and listening to time turn.
Just you and him.
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