Hey guys little things about me Name: Jay Gender: Gender fluid Sexuality: Pansexual Pronouns :He/him Age:18Fan person of a lot of fandoms
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Tips for living alone
Buy a bat (I have my old color guard rifle) or similar. Keep it in your room/near your bed.
Get a lock for your bedroom door.
If you’re moving into a new place, change the locks. Who knows who had a key to your place before you.
Keep your phone/a phone in your room.
Get a weather alert system set up. App, weather call, little weather radio that tells you about major weather events.
Adopt a pet
Wave at your neighbors. Take note of the ones that make you uneasy. Watch out for kids always.
Be nice to your mail person. No matter what.
If you choose to drink/etc alone, unplug your wifi router. You’ll thank me.
Have extra seating. People sit when they visit. Your one comfy chair is great for you. Not so great for you + grandma + ur five cousins, your aunt, and a couple others.
Learn the self-Heimlich
When you take a shower, bring your phone to the bathroom in case you fall your phone is no longer halfway across the house, it’s just on your counter
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Idk what else
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buenos días tumblr! for the low low price of 2 dollars, i will ruin your morning :)
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I’ve made this post like six times but it still fucks me up the China’s mountains just look like that. Like I spent decades thinking it was stylistic but no, they just have different mountains over there.
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one of the funniest things about little kids is something I call the “stranger advantage” and this follows the observation that when a child is throwing a tantrum, overwhelmed, bored, upset, etc. in public and won’t cooperate with their parents, sometimes, for some reason, a stranger intervening (with the parent’s permission) can interest and distract a child into calming down.
It doesn’t ALWAYS work, especially with children who are extremely intimidated by strangers, but more often than not when I’ve seen a kid just absolutely melting down in public, I’ve asked if I can talk to them and help, and pretty much every time the kid’s calmed down. THEY DO SAY it takes a village. Maybe because I haven’t been responsible for them all day I’m able to be a bit more calm than the now overwhelmed parent. Maybe being autistic myself has given me some tools to help children having meltdowns that their parents haven’t learned yet. Maybe children are so naturally curious that a new player on the scene distracts them from whatever’s upsetting them.
I THINK sometimes they’re just confused and mystified.
Notably I love thinking about the time in Chicago my friends and I came across a child in absolute fits about walking up some steps to get to the next street level. He would not budge, it was 9 PM, and it was clear he AND his dad were at their emotional limit.
So my friends and I walked up and looked at him and sort of HOPPED upward onto the stairs and we acted really surprised and amazed and we were like “Woah!” And We did it again each step until he quickly noticed and started watching us. I looked at him and I was like “man…….have you tried this? This is wild.”
So now he figured he was missing out on climbing the stairs. So he joined in. And we just hopped up the steps acting OVERLY amazed by the process until we got to the top and his exhausted dad thanked us.
Stranger advantage.
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i root for all of my mutuals even if we don’t talk ❗❗ i see u an hope ur doin well an hope ur achieving ur goals 👀👏💓
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things that 15 year old me did sophomore year that my southern-bred god-fearing conservative christian teachers Did Not Like
teacher refused to let me sit backwards in chairs. i made a point to sit backwards in chairs until she told me to stop, and then id manspread as much as possible. (semester one.)
teacher got onto my friend and gave her a panic attack over her newly dyed hair. i told her my friend putting red streaks in her hair was no different than her removing the grey streaks from her hair. got sent outside. (semester one)
teacher told me my bra strap was showing. took my bra off in class and put it in bag. was sent to principal’s office. mother was called, although she only muffled her laughter over the telephone. (semester two)
[to homophobic teacher who disliked my mothers] “what language is gaelic from? gayland?” “that’s where my moms are from, ma’am.”
teacher claimed i was lying about moving to uruguay and tried to force me into sitting in a personal meeting about my future classes and goals. told her to “sign me the fuck up for underwater basket weaving” and got sent outside. (semester two)
was told by teacher that “ladies should not say they have to pee. try ‘can i use the restroom’ instead” replied with “alright. i gotta piss like a racehorse. can i use the restroom?“ (got sent outside. again. semester two)
was told to “smile, you’ll look nicer” by a 6′0″ male coach i did not know. when he blocked my entrance out of the classroom until i smiled for him, i said “shove it straight up your ass,” before elbowing him in the ribcage, ducking under his arm, and running for it. skipped class in that building for a week. (semester two)
hopped a fence to catch my bus and flipped off an ancient male history teacher when he shouted at me to come back. he threatened to find me again. he never found me.
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are you a mountain or beach person? coffee or tea? smoothies or milkshakes? vanilla or chocolate? sun or moon? traveler or homebody? sunset or sunrise? mermaid or fairy? sunny days or rainy days? watercolor or acrylic?
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Special effects master, Ray Harryhausen, demonstrates animating a skeleton warrior from 1963’s ‘Jason and the Argonauts’. Check this blog!
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a non-selective plan for the resurgence of fic commissions
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