#aje the autist

[ajeckaea]

Short version: Firefox 35 and 75

Long version:

ahahahaha STRAP IN FAM

When I got this laptop ten years ago, I installed Firefox 35, which was the current version at that time. I then proceeded to never update it, for various reasons including "this addon I like isn't available for later versions", and it remained my main/primary browser.

(Actually I did once try to update it 45 or thereabouts, and I hated it so much I immediately reverted back.)

Over the years, some websites simply stopped working on FF35 and some would hang/crash it entirely, so I used Leechblock to block those sites so if I accidentally opened them, they would not crash me. And I started using a secondary browser for those websites.

I think my first secondary browser was Brave, because I could have it open at the same time as Firefox. Later I switched the secondary to Firefox 75 Portable Edition, because I could have it open at the same as FF35 if I did things in a specific order. (I think FF75 was not the then-current version, but it was the last available version before some change Mozilla made that I really didn't like.)

If I tried to open FF75 while FF35 was already open, it would complain there was already an instance of Firefox open and tell me to close that first. But if I opened FF75, then opened FF35, I could close and reopen FF75 without issue as long as that session of FF35 persisted. If I ever closed FF35 (or had to force quit it because of the aforementioned website hangs), I would need to repeat this process.

"But why didn't you just switch to FF75, Aje?" Several reasons. I hate change, I liked FF35, it was set up how I wanted, there was at least one addon I used that was not available in later versions. But most importantly, I had 4 GB of RAM, and if I left FF75 open for a long time, it would sometimes randomly start sucking up all the RAM and lagging my computer. So anything that sucked over 1 GB when idle was not an option for me as a main browser.

The Tumblr dashboard stopped working in FF35 when they made some changes to it in...2019? 2020? (This was not an issue for me personally because I do not use the dash to follow people, I use RSS feeds.) Post creation stopped working in FF35 in 2020, but I could still reblog. However I noticed that when I reblogged a post, it would load the entire old dash in the background, and if I used CSS to hide the actual reblog pane, I could use the now-visible post creation buttons to make a post. So I did that for several months. I was still using FF75 or Brave for certain Tumblr things, but I've forgotten what.

Then Tumblr changed the login page. I could no longer login to Tumblr at all on FF35, and have never been able to again.

Then Tumblr stopped working in FF75. This may have been when they started rolling the NPF editor? Brave was now the only way for me to access Tumblr.

So I did. I collected posts via my RSS feeds, and every so often I would open up Brave (my TERTIARY browser by this point) and queue them up. A couple more secondary browser sites became unusable and also had to be switched to the tertiary.

Fast forward to November 2022, when I built a PC and installed normal, updated, naturally-updating Firefox on it. I was okay with this because I had built the PC specifically for gaming and would not be using it as my main computer. I still didn't like the changes, but over time I got used to them.

In 2023, Brave started telling me that it would no longer update until I upgraded to at least Windows 10, which I have zero intention of ever doing on this laptop.

In January 2024, I upgraded my laptop to 8 GB of RAM, which is the max it can support.

In February, my bank website quit loading properly on FF75 and quit letting me log in at all on Brave. It did work on my PC Firefox, and I had gotten used to the new Firefox via the PC, so I tried to upgrade FF75 Portable to the newest version. But...

Which was bullsnot, and made everything so much harder. I couldn't just upgrade my secondary now--I had to install an entirely new portable edition of Firefox, version 115 on the Legacy Extended Support Release branch. That meant I would be starting from scratch. No addons, no bookmarks, no little customizations that I had forgotten were customizations, no history, no anything. Everything would have to be ported over manually.

I put it off until March. About a week ago, I spent a few hours setting it up as my secondary, porting over all my bookmarks and scripts and such. Two days later, I decided to try using it as my main browser, since I have double the RAM I used to. I had to download and install a special tool to properly make it the default browser (because using the setting in Firefox doesn't actually work since it's portable). I'm still gradually filling things in as they come up, but so far it seems to be working out. (Apart from the way the window doesn't like to display properly when I switch back to it until I change something, and the way it keeps resetting my theme toolbar preference.) I still have FF35 around to switch back to if I need to.

And I can reblog/make Tumblr posts whenever I want.

I recently "upgraded my main browser" (it's complicated) to the highest version supported on my operating system and I keep forgetting that I can just. Reblog things on Tumblr now. I don't have to save them up for a week and then open a different browser to process them. It's a weird feeling after so many years of doing it the other way.

[whitelotusherald]

At least a face like this will make people think twice before making snap judgments about what I am. It’s harder for someone to pin you down as a girl when they need a moment to pin you down as human.

I want to peel off all my skin, if only so I could be anything other than a naked body, something horrifying instead of vulnerable. Nobody looks at a pig corpse and thinks it could be made beautiful.

If you liked Hell Followed with Us (that's where the first quote is from!), then go read The Spirit Bares its Teeth

Victorian thriller, ghosts and gore, basically Poe-vibes

Absolutely fantastic trans & autistic MC

Lotsa disturbing imagery and surgical metaphors

T4T!

Anti-establisment themes aka fuck the system

[sophiebyers]

Autistic Characters Being or Wearing Purple (For Autistic Peeps) (Part 3)

[connorswhisk]

doodlebug - autistic!clementine, seasons 1&2

for @lonlonmilck - i hope you enjoy! i absolutely LOVED writing this one :)

if you'd like to request a twdg fic, shoot me an ask!

also on my ao3

After they leave Lilly behind, Clementine sort of…shuts down, for a minute. Kenny, Katjaa, and Duck all stay up front in the RV, and Lee goes to speak with them. While he’s gone, Clem considers joining Ben at the table and seeing how he is, but something tells her Ben doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now.

She wishes Carley were still here. Carley was always nice to hang around, she used to find leaves around the motor inn for Clementine to do her rubbings with. Clem longs to feel a pencil beneath her fingers again, a piece of powdery pink chalk in her hands, but her body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate on that front.

She’s scared. She’s been scared this whole time. But right now, she feels the most terrified she’s ever been. Worse than Sandra, and the walkers at the drugstore, and even worse than when she’d crawled out of the vent in the St. Johns’ barn and seen the horrible room full of blood and blades waiting for her. This, somehow, is so much worse than any of that.

When Lee tells her Duck’s been bitten, Clem gets angry.

“I thought he was just tired, and that’s why he didn’t want to talk to me today.” She scowls. “I didn’t know he was stupid enough to get bit. ”

“Clem,” Lee says. Concern laces his tone. “You know it isn’t anyone’s fault. These things…they happen, now. It’s how the world is.”

“But he’s my friend, ” says Clem, and suddenly she’s crying just like the whiny little baby she is, hot tears splashing out and down her cheeks. “I don’t want him to go…”

“We don’t know everything about these yet,” Lee reassures her, a hand on her shoulder. If it were anyone other than Lee touching her, Clem would recoil; but it is Lee, so she leans into it, not away. “Duck could bounce back. We could still find a way to help him.”

But the way he talks makes it sound like Duck is already dead.

I wouldn’t have let your friend get bit, says the stranger on the walkie talkie. If I were there, he’d still be alive and playing with you.

The worst part is that Clem has no idea whether or not to believe him.

– – –

Lee dies, and Clementine nearly doesn’t make it out of Savannah. Not after him, not after the stranger and his bowling bag, not after her Mom and Dad - she leaves Lee, because she has to, but she gets stuck at the door and can’t bring herself to open it.

Because if she opens it, he’s really gone. And all the walkers outside - they’re loud, moaning and groaning and wailing all over the place, the swarm they brought down with them when they took the train. Before it had been easier; Lee had smeared the guts on her, Lee had held her hand and kept her close as they moved through the crowded, jostling pack. Now, she’s alone. She has to freshen the entrails herself, and the smell and the feeling of them all slippery and warm beneath Clem’s fingers nearly makes her puke. She has no hand to hold, and for one fleeting moment, she thinks it might be easier to just stay here. With him.

But that’s not what Lee would have wanted. And Christa and Omid are out there somewhere, waiting for her. She has to find them.

She has to find them.

So she opens the door, and she holds her palms against her ears.

– – – 

“Do you blame me?” Clem asks. “It’s my fault he’s gone.”

“I don’t blame you,” Christa tells her, and Clem knows that she lies.

– – – 

“I think you’ll get along well with Sarah,” Pete tells her, even though they’re still convinced it’s a walker bite and Luke refuses to carry her any longer.

“Who’s Sarah,” asks Clem, rather dully. Her arm hurts like a motherfucker; she can still hear Sam’s dying whine from when she slid the knife beneath his matted yellow fur.

“She’s another girl,” Luke tells her. “Bit older than you, but sweet. You guys might have some things in common.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Clementine demands, and Luke blanches. 

“I didn’t mean - only that - “

Pete saves him. “She could just really use a friend closer to her own age,” he says kindly. “I bet you could, too.”

The last age-appropriate friend Clem had was Duck, and Duck got bit. She doesn’t exactly have high hopes for this Sarah kid, either. Really, she shouldn’t be making any friends, because they’ll all just leave her eventually, and then she’ll be alone again. 

Maybe she’s the common denominator. Maybe, if she lets people be, no one else will have to die. 

But she knows on her own, she wouldn’t survive.

Sarah is sweet, it’s true, and nice enough, but she doesn’t get it. She’s never killed a walker and when Clem tries to teach her how to use a gun, Sarah nearly shoots her right between the eyes.

“Don’t point that at me!” Clementine exclaims. “You never, ever point a gun at someone, even if you know it’s not loaded! If you keep doing that, you’re going to get someone killed.”

Sarah shrinks in on herself. She lowers the pistol, embarrassed. “Ok,” she whispers, the grimy lenses of her crimson glasses fogging up with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. Just…please don’t shout at me.”

Clem hadn’t even realized she’d been yelling. She hadn’t meant to hurt Sarah’s feelings, it’s only that she has to know these things. If Lee hadn’t taught Clem everything he had, she wouldn’t still be alive. She knows that.

And Sarah is sweet, even if she’s naive. Clementine doesn’t want her to die. “Why can’t you tell me who that guy at the door was?!” Clem demands, and Sarah wilts and bites her fingernails and says, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I just - I can’t remember!”

Clem sighs; she pulls Sarah into a hug and holds her there until she calms down again.

Jane is blunt, like her. Jane knows how hard it is to lose the ones you care about, to be left all by your lonesome. Clem likes her, likes that she’s smart enough to use the guts as a disguise and flirt with Troy ‘til the walkers get him. She admires Jane’s poker face, and her short-chopped hair, and how she teaches Clem to take them out at the knee so it’s easier to reach their skulls.

But then Jane wants to leave Sarah in the trailer home. And Clem understands - more than anyone bar Carlos, and Carlos is gone - that Sarah can be difficult, but Jane’s so quick to abandon her for dead that Clementine starts to worry, and not just for her friend.

If Jane hates Sarah, and Sarah and Clementine are alike, at least a little bit…does that mean Jane hates Clementine, too?

“I’m sorry,” Jane tells her, after Sarah’s screams stop and all Clem can hear from below is the wet sounds of feasting on flesh. “I tried to save her, I really did, I know she was your friend…I tried to save her, Clementine.”

And Clem knows that she lies.

– – – 

The first time she ever holds AJ in her arms, he stops his fussing and stares up at her with such innocent, big brown eyes that Clem nearly chokes on her own tongue right then and there. She passes him back to Rebecca and wonders what the hell a look like that is supposed to mean, from a new-born baby who’ll never know the way things used to be before the dead started walking.

At Wellington, alone in their room, he is all she has. Jane is dead, Kenny left them behind to stay safe. AJ doesn’t talk yet. He barely even gurgles. All he seems to do is cry - when he’s hungry, when he needs his diaper changed, when he’s tired and he can’t fall asleep. Clem stays up with him in the night, loses her own sleep to make sure he gets his. She shushes him and rocks him in her arms and hums him little songs until those brown eyes flutter shut and he finally drifts off to bed.

She’s exhausted, and she’s almost as lonely as she was before. She looks down at the baby in her arms and feels…nothing. Nothing except for the guilt, and that she can’t do anything about.

Then one night, AJ hands her a doodle, balled up and crumpled in his meaty little fist. It’s nothing more than a few scribbles, mixtures of yellow and green crayon that blend to make a muddy brown. The colors of the leaves right at the end of summertime. He doesn’t make a sound as he gives it to her, but when she takes it in her hands, she knows it’s hers and hers alone.

“Thank you,” she tells him, softly, feeling more vulnerable than she has in months, and her tears catch in his tiny curls as she presses the first of many, many kisses to her goofball’s forehead.

[lexthanyuri]

pro/com/darkship stimboard under the cut.

cw/tw: fictional sibling inc*st

wilsoncest stimboard (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

they’re my oc’s!! :D

⛓️ x x | x x x | x x 🖍️

[bonesfool]

So the thing about Taako is he’s not cunty he’s a cunt

[saturnniidae]

Dear animal jam user Macky28, aka my 5th grade online gf (if ur not her this isn't for u) I'm sorry for lying about my gender (that arctic wolf wasn't my 'sister' it was just my 'girl' account) and cheating on you with some random guy on my alt by role-playing warrior cats with him and following him whilst spamming the blushing and heart eyes emotes.

It is unlikely you will ever see this, but if you do, hope you can forgive me for my foolish 10y/o selfs actions and I wish you well in these trying times.

[idiotlovers]

PENELOPE BAD STIMMING | 16.01

[ur-fav-is-autistic]

AJ Gadgets from Hero Elementary is Autistic!

[yourdailyqueer]

AJ Odasso

Gender: Non binary (they/them)

Sexuality: Pansexual

DOB: Born 1981  

Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish

Occupation: Writer, poet, professor

Note: Is Intersex and also autistic 

[bigender-autism]

if you're going to thank me for adding an ID to your post because you're OP, add it to the original instead, in plain text and without a read more.

This ensures that everyone can find an accessible version of the post + you can make any corrections you want to.

19 ✰ xe/xem or it/its or he/him ✰ autistic, dyspraxic and some kind of tics (???) ✰ UK ✰ aro

I'm autistic and some special interests are Nanbaka, tea, Stardew Valley, Jellycats, and learning (intellectual) disabilities! I'm also a first year uni student and post about that sometimes. Autism and dyspraxia have a big impact on how I study.

Run by a rad inclus and a transandrophobia truther.

Also check out my main @refrainboy and my aromantic blog @aroneu!

[pinker4life]

AJ, The Autistic Pony by Lilbob2000 on DeviantArt

www.deviantart.com/flyingcenta… I give credit to the original artists. Please like and comment. No mean comments.

[fred-aj]

WELL.

[morphogenetic]

not to be #controversial but i think if you call yourself neurospicy unironically you should be shot into the sun

[fallenrain40]

my aj hyperfixation is way too strong as you can probably tell I haven't been on for a WEEK I've just been playing animal jam nonstop and avoiding my schoolwork qwq i cant even do anything else i cant do anything but animal jam rahh

[lichtecht]

i just saw "sweetheart" and it made me feel things

cant really tell what