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If you dare come at me about banning straws, I will throw you into the sun cannon. I’m disabled, I’m crippled, I need disposable plastic straws, and all those pricey ridiculous alternatives aren’t working as well. Plastic straws were invented for the disabled.

Way to shit all over a vital access need because you think straws are worse than corporate greed.

We all care about the turtles, the seals, the oceans, obviously. Notice how the easiest thing to yell about was something that would barely affect anything but appealed heavily to emotional discourse.

The disabled community is huge, and it can be joined by anyone. Most of those As Seen On TV products were invented for us. Society still mocks us and ignores us, and often outright harms us in multiple ways.

Communicate better. Listen better. But stop putting us out in the cold because you are inconvenienced by our simplest needs.

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<<<READ FROM RIGHT TO LEFT<<<

(S5E8 Bruce and Alfred checking the swag, and they meet interesting friends.)

That’s how Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were made by Jeremiah’s chemicals.

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From “Late Fee”

Episode Script: “The Turtles are so starved for affection from Splinter that they will desperately do anything to get a simple hug from him, which they have apparently never experienced before since Mikey doesn’t know what it feels like.”

Tumblr: “Best Splinter EVER! He’s an awesome dad! All previous Splinters didn’t love their sons!”

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Question

So if I understand correctly, Baron Draxum used Lou Jitsu’s DNA to mutate the turtles into humanoids? Does that mean that Splinter is biologically their dad, and they’re all sort of biologically half-brothers?

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You don't speak for Low-functioning autistics

Not-autistic people use this line a lot when trying to devalue the statements of autistic people that they deem as “high functioning”.

So, as one of those “low functioning” people they point at as counter-examples, I am standing up and saying “yes they do.”

I do not speak, I do not understand when you speak. Remember you said “those people who cannot speak” as evidence of the label.

I need help going potty. I am not proud of it, but it’s a fact of life. I need to pee just as often as you do, but my body doesn’t tell my brain that, so sometimes my pants get wet when I remember to put them on. That makes me low functioning by your standards. Remember - you said “those people that need help going to the bathroom” as evidence of the label.

I cannot make reasonable decisions about finances. I spend hundreds of dollars a month on an Internet site that gives me a virtual world in which to have friends because in the physical world people scare the poop out of me (see previous point about why that is a bad thing). Remember - you said “those people who can’t handle finances for themselves” as evidence of the label.

I need 24/7 care so I don’t hurt myself by accident because I forget what I am doing while I am doing it, such as cutting an onion with a sharp knife and wave my hand with the knife still in it. Remember you said “those people who need round the clock care” as evidence of the label.

Yup - I fit your bullet list of low functioning.

I don’t post arguments against your ableism and attacks on autistic people. Not because I agree with you but because fighting hurts me. When you claim I need to be “cured”, I do not call you out and say mean things about you because being confrontational hurts me, not because you are right.

You are not speaking for me in my silence, you are speaking over me. I want to tell you what an ass you are but my head won’t let me fight because it HURTS for me to argue.

While your head lets you be an ass and say untrue things, my head won’t let me. I must always be honest AND I must also maintain calm or I might get violent. This does not prove your point, it only silences me. Silencing me does not mean you are right, it only means you are more willing to be an ass than I am.

The “high functioning” autistics that argue for rights for me DO speak for me. In ways I cannot fight they defend me. In places I cannot go because of my fears, they stand for me. In groups that scare the poop out of me, they clean up the mess for me and stand for me.

You, who are not autistic, do not stand for me. Do not tell those that are capable of fighting your hate that they do not speak for me. They do.

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The Herald-Press, St. Joseph, Michigan, December 1, 1929

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yo what are you always so stressed about?

me:

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Mont Saint-Michel, France | @mortenbenestad 

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LIT MEME — [9/10] books/series

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

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Construction illegally started here last year without the proper paper work. And implied threats.

This wasn’t even eminent domain, because they never seized the land they just started showing up with it still privately owned.

So, I live nowhere near here, but if anyone wants to try to do something I felt I should spread the word.

This should be something supporters of private land ownership and enviornmentalists both agree on.

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Originally posted on March 16, 2018

For the feast day of good ol’ Papa Joe, the most Joe-vial of Jesus’ dads!

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the joyful mysteries

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“When the world was young the seven Tsars and Tsaritsas divided it amongst themselves. The Tsar of the Birds chose the air and the clouds and the winds. The Tsaritsa of Salt chose cities with all their bustle and heedless hurtling. The Tsar of Water chose the seas and lakes, bays and oceans. The Tsaritsa of Night chose all the dark places and the places between, the thresholds, the shadows. The Tsaritsa of the Length of an Hour chose sorrow and misfortune as her territory, so that where anyone suffers, there is her country. This left only the Tsar of Life and the Tsar of Death to argue over what remained. For a time, they were content to quarrel over individual trees, stones, and streams, giving each other great whacks with that scythe which Death wields to cut down all that lives , and that hammer which Life wields, which builds up useful and lovely things such as fences and churches and potato distilleries. However, Life and Death are brothers, and their ambition is precisely equal.”

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente