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Commissions by SolidAsp!

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it will never not be funny to me when i see autistic influencers beefing with each other over someone saying something rude

"she made an insensitive comment"

...i mean, yeah, i bet she did. lol. whats the problem

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tme ppl be like hoooly fuck you’re so #gender ive always wanted to be a malecoded girltwink femboy shame of god you’re so #goals i wish femininity was as impossible for me as it is you

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classic autistic blunder:

thinking people will believe your highly-masked, flat-affect ass when you calmly say "i am going to go into crisis because of this situation, please help."

like, we can't keep fucking doing this, guys. i cannot perform my disability for you to in order to get my needs met every time. i cannot tolerate the surprise and shock when what i told you would happen, happened.

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dry bones bowser giving a piranha plant bouquet to balloon world luigi disguised as a mummy/ chincho

luigi was doing balloon world stuff when he gets called for another haunted mansion mission

note: luigi is alive in this, bowser's the undead one

luigi: eh? for-a luigi?

dry bowser: /nods enthusiastically/

bowuigi halloween event

prompt mix:

undead

haunted house

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guess who's being pushed out of academia again!!!

did u know that instructors can just ignore your accommodations and if that goes on long enough the institution just lets them get away with it and eventually just blames you?

i did, that's why i quit ten years ago. and i guess it's why im quitting now.

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im just thinkin about the concept of "thought crimes aren't real" except when they are, like if you ever express out loud that you have thoughts of harming yourself or others you immediately get imprisoned

if not physically Mental Health Act-ed u get, like, imprisoned in a box labeled 'dangerous crazy' in everyone's minds.

y'know?

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(Sofia Samatar)

Academics of color experience an enervating visibility, but it’s not simply that we’re part of a very small minority. We are also a desired minority, at least for appearance’s sake. University life demands that academics of color commodify themselves as symbols of diversity—in fact, as diversity itself, since diversity, in this context, is located entirely in the realm of the symbolic. There’s a wound in the rupture between the diversity manifested in the body of the professor of color and the realities affecting that person’s community or communities. I, for example, am a black professor in the era of mass incarceration of black people through the War on Drugs; I am a Somali American professor in the era of surveillance and drone strikes perpetuated through the War on Terror. In The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness, Michelle Alexander taps into that wound: “Highly visible examples of black success are critical to the maintenance of a racial caste system in the era of colorblindness.” It’s not that we’re too few, nor is it that we suffer survivor guilt for having escaped the fate of so many in our communities. It’s that our visibility is consumed in a way that legitimizes the structures of exclusion. Skin feeling: to be encountered as a surface. This has everything to do with reading. As a graduate student in a seminar on world literature, I remember arguing that no one who took representation as a goal could ever come up with an adequate model for creating anthologies. The classics of Western literature are admitted to these anthologies based on their perceived artistic or philosophical merit; meanwhile works from Kenya, from India, from Jordan, from Vietnam, will be admitted to make the anthology “representative.” David Damrosch discusses these different logics: works of world literature may be chosen for stature and influence, he writes, or as “windows on the world.” I hate this. Homer is our epic artist, Dickens our realist artist, Ngũgĩ our Kenyan—or worse, our African��artist. The other students and the professor argue that we ought to concentrate on representation “for now,” as anthologies of world literature are still so often skewed toward white male authors. I refuse to be satisfied with this. Although I can’t articulate it at the time, I’m beginning to sense the mechanics of visibility. The one who makes it into the anthology stands for all the others, rendering them unnecessary, redundant. The chosen work is a “window on the world,” transparent, impermeable, a barrier masquerading as a door. CAN YOU SEE ME?

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I’m a swiftie cuz I love being manipulated and edged by beautiful women

so fucking real. she even has a thing for brainwashing people

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something i constantly struggle with as a psych survivor is that "self-improvement" or "self-care" were utilized as punishment in adolescent psych treatment. "you self-harmed, fill out this worksheet about it" "we will be kicking you out unless you agree to use three skills before using behavior" "you spoke out of turn in group, go sit alone in the room for hours for self-reflection + write a plan as to how you are going to reintegrate into the community"

it wasn't collaborative; it was imposed. it wasn't curious about my needs; it was imposing their vision of how they wanted me to behave. it wasn't about addressing my pain; it was about addressing specific things i did with that pain which were deemed undesirable.

in contrast, self-destruction was routinely a way to act against power + authority that were causing me to feel belittled, unloved, trapped. finding ways to self injure when every second of my life was monitored. finding ways to use 'coping mechanisms' against themselves as ways to harm myself. cultivating self-hatred because i knew that's what i wasn't supposed to be doing + i needed to rebel against the people telling me what i was supposed to do (this rebellion is sacred, btw).

now, as an adult, taking care of myself still feels like something i'm Supposed to Do under Penalty of Punishment, while self-destructing still feels like resistance + freedom. self-destruction feels like a precious thing that proves that i belong to myself + self-compassion feels like people trying to take away that belonging.

anyway. kill the psychiatrist inside you but be mindful of the terrified child he created who is still bloodying their nails on the insides of the asylum walls.

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when will we talk about the willful helplessness epidemic on here. So many people on this god forsaken website demand to have any and all things that exist outside their personal experiences directly, personally pre-chewed and spoonfed to them. And when you do, they'll then ask for you to swallow for them, too, because, you see, in THEIR experience..,