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don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.

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"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.

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to catch a bus you have to think like a bus

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nature doc narrator just described a snake's failed hunt as 'leaving empty handed' and that just makes me laugh like dawg of all the metaphors. why that one.

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This may just be my experience as an autistic person, but the kids I’ve nannied whose parent’s complain of ‘bad awful in cooperative selfish autistic behavior’ are… Not like that? At all?

Like, for example, I cared for a kid for a while who was nonverbal and didn’t like being touched. Around six years old? Their parent said that they were fussy and had a strict schedule, and that they had problems getting them to eat. Their last few nannies had quit out of frustration.

So, I showed up. And for the first little while, it was awkward. The kid didn’t know me, I didn’t know them, you know how it is. And for the first… Day and a half, maybe? I fucked up a few times.

I changed their diaper and they screamed at me. I put the TV off and they threw things. Not fun, but regular upset kid stuff.

Next time, I figured, hell, I wouldn’t like being manhandled and ordered around either. Who likes being physically lifted out of whatever it is they’re doing and having their pants yanked off? Fucking few, that’s who.

Next time, I go, ‘hey, kiddo. You need a new diaper?’ and check. ‘I’m gonna go grab a new one and get you clean, okay?’ ‘Wanna find a spot to lay down?’ ‘Alright, almost done. Awesome job, thanks buddy’.

I learned stuff about them. They liked a heads up before I did anything disruptive. They didn’t mind that I rattled of about nothing all day. They didn’t like grass or plastic touching their back. They were okay with carpets and towels. They liked pictionary, and the color yellow, and fish crackers, and painting. They didn’t look me in the face (which was never an issue- I hate that too, it fucking sucks) but I never had reason to believe that they were ignoring me.

Once I learned what I was doing wrong, everything was fine. Did they magically “”“become normal”“” and start talking and laughing and hugging? No, but we had fun and had a good time and found a compromise between what I was comfortable with and what they were comfortable with. (For the record, I didn’t magically sailor-moon transform into a socially adept individual, either. In case anyone was wondering.)

I don’t like eye contact. It’s distracting and painful and stresses me out.

They didn’t like eye contact either.

Is eye contact necessary to communication? No. So we just didn’t do it.

Was there ever a situation where I HAD to force them to drop everything and lay down on the lawn? No. So the thirty second warning came into play, and nobody died.

“But they never talked!”

No, they didn’t. And they didn’t know ASL, and they didn’t like being touched.

So you know what happened?

My third day in, they tugged on my shirt. ‘Hey monkey, what’s up?’ I asked. And they tugged me towards the kitchen. ‘oh, cool. You hungry?’. They raised their hands in an ‘up’ gesture. ‘you want up? Cool.’ and I lifted them up. They pointed to the fridge. I opened it. They grabbed a juice box out of the top shelf, and pushed the door closed again. ‘oh sweet, grape is the best. You are an individual of refined taste.’ I put them down and they went back to their room to play Legos.

“But they didn’t say please or thank you!” “But you should be teaching them communication skills!” “But!” Lalalalala.

1. The entire interaction was entirely considerate and polite. I was never made uncomfortable. I was made aware of the problem so that I could help them solve it. There was no mess, no tears, no bruises, no shouting.

2. Did my brain collapse into a thousand million fragments of shattered diamond dust out of sheer incomprehension? No? Then their communication skills were fine. Goal realized, solution found, objective complete. They found the most simple and painless way to communicate the situation and then did it.

Kids are not stupid. AUTISTIC kids are not stupid.

I’m willing to bet real cash money that the real reason the last few nannies had quit had a million times more to do with their own ability to cope, not the kid’s.

To this day, that was the most relaxed and enjoyable job I’ve ever had.

And I know I don’t speak for everyone. All kids are different. All adults are different. But in my time and experience, pretty much 95% of all my difficulties with children come from ME not being understanding enough. Every single “problem child” I’ve worked with turned out to be a pretty cool person once I started figuring out how to put my ego aside and let them set the pace.

Again, not speaking universally, here. I’m just saying. Sometimes social rules are bullshit, you know? People are people

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Remember "Reduce, Reuse, Recycle" ? I feel like there's been a distancing from the "reduce" and "reuse" part and a favoritism towards "recycle" by corporate American.

Capitalism can still thrive with recycling in the mix. You buy Plastic Thing 1, throw it away after one use, and they take that and recycle it into Plastic Thing 2 and sell it back to you. All while continuing to harm the environment.

Reusing puts a damper on things. They can't sell you Plastic Thing 2 when you're still using Plastic Thing 1. Plastic forks, for example- there is literally no reason why you can't reuse plastic forks more than once (aside from maybe microplastics, but it's too late for that)

Reducing is the one everyone wants to ignore. Just don't buy Plastic Thing 1. You don't need Plastic Thing 1. Pick up a set of metal forks and use those for years. Convenience is killing the planet

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hello white transgender person. in front of you is a computer displaying a post by a trans person of color discussing racism within the trans community. you may either respond to the post or close the window and move on. if you choose to respond to the post, just know that if you say anything to the effect of "it's not that big a deal", the bomb i have placed under your chair will explode. good luck.

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Tarantulas…. friends.

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Bro can we just stay in Orbit forever? Can we like? Can we like just chill here? For a while? The sky is so prettyyyy and the colors are so niceeee.

Also BABY MOTH SIF FLASHBACKS my beloved got all their memories back.

So for anyone who might not have got it. Siffrin got forgotten by all but by the King, who's though dead, rip. So this is how Siffrin still remembered some parts of himself in the void.

The fam though, what they were remembering was Loop, or the Siffrin of Loop timeline, since they still exsist and for the Universe they are the same person at their core (that's why they remember them WITH the hat, even though Siffrin lost it at the end of ISAT)

So when they and the islanders made the wish, Loop literally started to just glow and was yeeted into space along the light creatures. They reluclantly saved Sif and now we are here.

SO YEAH. LOOP LITERALLY SAVED THE DAY (but got Eden-ed without consent)

After the Eye/Wish got destroyed of course all memories got released and came back to everyone.

I think one interesting thing to think about is that, since the more wish craft you have in the island the more your skin color gets progressively darker and small stars starts to glow, Siffrin would right now be kind of similar to Loop if he was-well- naked right now. like at least his arms are now like Loop (of course they are much more powerful in terms of wishcraft)

Anyway, I love Siffrin, I love Loop, and I love Orbit, this one is easily in the top 5 chapters so far.

Next part is coming on June 26th, 1PM ET

PREV / ALL / FIRST /(ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU!)

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BRO ORBIT IS SO PRETTY TO DRAW! And for all our stay here the soundtrack will be THIS ONE

nah chill fam, he's just doing their annual yeeting into the sun. he'll be back freshly reborn in a while

Prepare yourself, cause we will stay here a while. Not too long but- let's say these 2 have quite a couple of things to say

also brooo coloring every character is so weird but so cool at the same time. Like LOOK AT THEM FULL COLOR HD!

Lastly, the sky kid appearance of this chapter is... me! that's right, it took 850 panels for me to grow the guts to put MY own skykid in MY own story

Next part is coming on June 22nd, 1PM ET

PREV / ALL / FIRST / NEXT (ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU!)

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the pipeline of fixating over some thingy

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Aww your so whimsical..... ima steal your whimsy.

MY WHIMSEY NOOOHOHOHOOIOurrr so serious now. grr.