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The USPS is releasing Dungeons & Dragons stamps next year.

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Attacka

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this is my favourite bit of otgw trivia (text from Art of Over the Garden Wall)

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gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun is a treasure,

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Starter type swap

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anyways here’s how to not be shitty to autistic people since apparently y’all need someone to sit down and tell you

things not to mock us for:

-“picky eating”

-wearing the same clothes everyday

-carrying around a comfort object (might be something like a stuffed animal, a toy...)

-wanting to have the same conversation / tell the same joke multiple times

-stimming in public or private

-stuttering

-repeating words or phrases, taking a long time to form a sentence

-being hyperempathetic / hyper emotional, spontaneous tears/outbursts/etc.

-on the other hand lack of apparent emotion, appearing disinterested / apathetic

-meltdowns

-not wanting to be put into social situations, being excessively tired

-our interests

kind things you can do for your autistic friends:

-letting us infodump to you

-listening to us when we’re having trouble making much sense, asking helpful questions, being patient with us

-“can I hug you?” goes a long way

-providing more food options / having our samefood available, eating can be really difficult for a lot of us

-helping them if they need help with social situations, like calling in for food or talking to a salesperson. these things can get really hard for us some days.

-letting us stim and not being judgemental

-giving us space when we need it without getting offended

-if you think we’re having a meltdown or sensory overload (you may be able to tell by our mask dropping, appearing disinterested, twitching, using their body to stim (maybe aggressively), etc.) here are some things you can do:

-if they’re violently stimming, ask them gently to open their hands if you think they might hurt themself

-use clear language to communicate with them

-be calm, please don’t yell

-offer them a way out of whatever situation they’re in

autistic ppl can add on, allistics can rb but be quiet

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Push play and just trust me

#mind music

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Hey if you’re a hetalia blog please reblog this

I don’t care if you’re an art blog, ask blog, or whatever. My dash is dead and I’m looking for people to interact with so I’ll follow of you reblog.

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In the rain please. Always.

#mind music

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JUST FUCKING LISTEN. 

THIS IS HALLOWEEN BUT NOT LIKE YOU KNOW IT

reblog so others can hear it!

#mind music

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Wealthy students at my school leave behind tons of shit when they go home for the summer (I’m talking appliances, food, furniture, $$expensive shit$$). We’re allowed to donate our belongings to goodwill at the end of the year, but honestly a lot of students just leave their stuff in their rooms because they don’t care what happens to it.

We have an amazing housekeeping staff who keep our buildings clean and running. They also DONT MAKE A LIVING WAGE. Students are trying to get the school to up their pay, but nothing has happened so far. These staff members are barely scraping by, lots of them have multiple jobs, and they struggle to even get food on the table.

Now, the housekeepers clean up the buildings at the end of the year of course, so they obviously come across all of this leftover stuff. They are expected by the school to put it ALL in the donation bins. Even though these workers don’t have enough money for food and bedding, they get none of it. This last week a worker tried to take hone a fridge that a student left behind, something they would not be able to afford on their salary. Guess what?

They got fired.

Wealth disparities at elite colleges don’t just exist amongst some of the students. Staff are greatly under appreciated and under paid. Pay attention to your housekeepers and facilities and groundskeepers and dining staff. Thank them as often as possible. Fight for them to have a living wage. Help them however you can. Treat them with some fucking respect.

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The Gift

I made a gift for @ask-deus-2pitaly

Happy birthday to the Muse

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The God of Sorrow blinked slowly as he gave a small blow to the noise maker in his mouth, such a weak exsistance. He pulled off the hat from his head and looked to the bright and colorful letters saying "Birthday boy" it was the day he was created but it was exactly birthday. He hummed slowly as he slowly crushes the paper hat in his black claw hands.

"Yes.... happy birthday to... me" he whispered sadly, a slight anger in his small magenta eyes. Being in this lonely realm didn't mean a lot for he didn't have friends.

His back suddenly straightened as he felt something in his stomach, he grabbed it. What was this feeling.... of fullness. He saw a sight, a vision. It was a small figure, one mimicking a human child and they were burning a small birthday cake slice.

"Happy birthday, Sorrow. May we share the same birthday forever" he could see a small shrine in his making, not one of stone but of a small drawing.

He smiled as tears fell down his checks. He didn't feel so alone anymore.

#boo writes #2p!Veneziano #Hetalia #2p!Hetalia #ask-deus-2P!Italy #gift #alternate universe #AU #sorry I had an art block #this is kind of bad but thanks for such an awesome AU!

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There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.

The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.

Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.

I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)

Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.

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Push play and just trust me

#music #mind music

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The Weeping Part 2

Part two to your gift @aphamericanhero

It was just a fun day for him, the long endless sea blue, the playing with his friends. Just swimming along happily with the currents of his home and world. Just to be a child like he was supposed to be.

But one day, he choose to go above the sea, into the air, into the world above his own. Little did he know that a terrible storm had thrown the higher world into chaos. He had been torn side to side, up down and doing even flips without knowing which way was up. He didn’t remember what really happened in that time. But that he was desprate to get out of the sea, it was never like this to him. He saw an island and quickly swam to it and he remembers a huge wave pushing him inland.

He then passed out in a little puddle, it was so horrible and took all his energy. He couldn’t even stay awake. He remember the cold he felt that night, the air he breathed just made him stiff and unable to move.

The night had passed and the little one was unable to move for a long time after waking up. He didn’t know where he was, how he really got there and how to get out of the small pool in the cave. He was able to see that beyond the cave was no water for a long time and even if he had legs like the Fey do then he wouldn’t be in such a problem.

He was scared and ended up talking to some Faeries to pass the time, they being kind enough to bring him small foods that weren’t poisonous to his kind. Berries and leaves were the new diet for some time but it didn’t keep him happy.

Many tired days and many sleepless nights came where the moon and sun danced their time in the sky. The only way he had ever known that time was passing by. One day, during his time of crying he heard strange crunches of leaves and twigs. He looked up to a being with legs, “a human” someone once called them. Dangerous too, they once said.

Without hesitation he said.

“Please…. please take me to the sea” Or I’ll die. The unspoken truth, the human of seaweed eyes agreed and spent so much time, effort and ways to get him back to the ocean of his life.

The merman took a great look at his home. The place he was safest once he was back before he turned back to the human. Why save him?

“Thank you…. I’m Alfred, how did you find me?”

“I’m Arthur, I heard you” Alfred stared. Only the cries of a merman could be heard by the one destined to be their soulmate. He took notice of Arthur raising his hand. “Would you be able to join my crew?”

Not only was this human his soulmate, unknown to him, but put Alfred in a life payment debt. He had to. And to be honest, he never looked back.

#boo writes #hetalia #aph america #aph england #alfred f. jones #arthur kirkland #aphamericanhero #tag #gift #pirate #merman #mermaid #alternate universe #au

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The Weeping

A little present for someone I think is super cool @aphamericanhero

At first, it was just faint sounds, little noises that seemed out of place, odd or unusual. Like a small breathe taken at the wrong time, or maybe a strange giggle that no one did, or even the clicking of boots that didn't exsist.

It just did not make sense!

Then the noises got louder, whimpers of pain, the dribbling of tears falling and the cries of sorrow and agony. He would start to hear voices, the words unclear, but one stood out from the rest. It was strange, like a spell, warm and full of life. The words themself matter not, for the voice gave it all way.

Soon, he would leave meetings he had in order to lock himself away to hear the voice. Trying to track and crack the code of the noise. He knew his crew think him ill and crazy but he cared not. The voice sounded like everything would be fine, like nothing could hurt him, he soon began to set out on a quest to find it. To know why only he heard it, to know the source.

He began sailing years ago, the sea was not new to him. Like the wind was synced into his breath, the waves swinging with the clicking of his heels against the deck of command. The captain used his hearing to take his crew to a strange location. A small island of unknown placement on no map or star alignments. The crew whispered among themselves about rumors they have heard before.

A strange island no one knew about, mermaids and that the souls get taken to the sea. Never to be heard from again.

The captain cared not for the rumors and spent many hours climbing towards the whispers and humming of the voice he heard. He took many hours walking around the island to find a cave. Many Faeries, nymphs and other mythical creatures huddling around the cave entrance.

Looking inside there was a mermaid stuck in a small pool of water, breathing heavily. The blue tailed human with bright sunlight hair held eyes brigter then the ocean that turned to the king, who gave small whimper.

"Please.... please help me to the sea" Or I'll die, was an unspoken addition before the captain tried many ways and hours to get the mermaid to the sea.

The merman was very happy to the sea, his breathe easier until he returned to the human on the beach.

"Thank you....I'm Alfred, how did you find me?"

"I'm Arthur, I heard you" the captain admitted before looking at Alfred and held out his hand. "Would you be able to join my crew?"

And that was the start of the reign of Captain Kirkland and his scary first mate, Alfred.

#boo writes #hetalia #aph america #aph england #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland #aphamericanhero #tag #gift #Pirates #Mermaids #Merman #Alternate Universe #AU