Tag: Text

thebibliosphere:

wetwareproblem:

autisticeducator:

autisticute:

My NT friend: doesn’t this silence bother u

Me, autistic: are u telling me u can’t hear this incredibly loud fridge

The lights have sound

Electronics have sound

Appliances have sound

If electricity runs through it, it has sound.

Rarely is there actual silence (and that does bother me due to lack of sensory input).

This is why the barn uses me when they think the horses are reacting to a noise they can’t hear. I’ll likely find it (it’s usually the heating or the electrical box in the indoor).

I also know when the electric fences are on.

For years I was convinced that I was either hallucinating or had hearing damage, because electronics always made this high-pitched whine that was closer to being felt than heard, and nobody else knew what I was talking about.

Then I met other autistic people.

I wonder if it’s an adhd thing too.

I always just assumed it was something to do with my migraines making me really sensitive to sounds other people couldn’t hear, because I can definitely hear things other people can’t seem to. Like the fridge or the tv (remember the old box tube tvs? Those things were loud on standby.) Hell I can hear my phone when it’s plugged in but for some reason not when it’s on a wireless charger. My brother is the same way, but he also gets migraines so we never thought much of it.

Huh. Neat.

There is no such thing as silence.

carry-on-my-wayward-smut:

mishasminions:

alixabethmay:

quantumstarlight:

oradianto:

cumaeansibyl:

vassraptor:

leah-writes-words:

c-rope:

blanketforyourshock:

you know ive hit quality blogging when i post a picture of 16 vicars riding oblivion

#oh my god

That’s what they said

I love how many of them are praying

man that one in the front right corner just does not give a fuck

And by looking at that picture, you can experience the roller coaster… vicariously.

even better than the one in the front right corner: the one in the front middle who’s like HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH

😂

Wait but there are more! 

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Now this is the sort of quality religious content I want to see on my dashboard

SEEMS LIKE A HELL OF A RIDE

HOLY WATER SLIDE

elodieunderglass:

naamahdarling:

bread-tab:

naamahdarling:

Can someone tell me what bird this is?

Fancy and I have been working our way through an 8-hour bird video for cats and she especially likes these handsome little guys. I can’t keep calling them LRBs (Little Red Bastards).

I do not know the bird but you remind me of my grandpa. He’s a birdwatcher and he calls all those interchangeable small brown species LBJs (Little Brown Jobs).

I understand that’s the technical term among birders! I’ve heard LBB as well, for Little Brown Bird, but I like Little Brown Jobbies best.

Also the bird is a Eurasian Jay! So handsome!

The Eurasian Jay is simply called the “Jay” by English speakers in Europe.  They are a type of corvid, like crows and ravens and magpies, but Jays are quite shy. They are big and anxious, with soft fat bodies that blend in to their surroundings, apart from a sudden flash of blue when they fly. They hide quietly in deep trees, and are usually invisible. They love oak trees particularly, and they hoard acorns like squirrels. They are powerful planters of trees, and can carry acorns for great distances, with each bird able to plant hundreds of trees a year. They hate leaving trees and are basically NEVER seen outside of dense tree cover, so this is probably their attempt at conquering Eurasia by means of forests.

This may be surprising to people who know the Blue Jay. The Blue Jay is a North American bird and was named by colonists after the Jay, though they’re only distant cousins. (still corvids but not close relatives.) They’re a a Big Yeller and just…. very Much, all the time. They are smallish and made out of volume and boldness. They shout at cats and Start Shit and are very brave and clever. They don’t worry about trees half so much.

awed-frog:

Biologist Tasha Sturm asked her 8-yo son to high-five a petri dish after he’d spent the morning running around in the garden and playing with the dog; next, she incubated it for two days at body temperature, and this is the result. 

[White thingies: staphylococcus epidermidis. Yellow thingies: staphylococcus aureus and micrococcus luteus. Orange thingies: rhodotorula. Other white thingies: unidentified bacilli.]

“Being exposed to stuff like this is part of a healthy immune system. We’re exposed to this every day and unless you’re immunocompromised you don’t really have much to worry about. Just be smart and wash your hands.

Thankyou for accurately portraying the madness that is working in a florist’s. Nobody believed me when I came home with stories like “The funeral home left a message for me about how much they liked my handwriting on the dedication ribbons,” or how evil people who didn’t order soon enough before a wedding can be!

cannibalcoalition:

allthingshyper:

cannibalcoalition:

This place. 

It’s… unlike anywhere I have ever worked. 

Oh my god. 

I haven’t even gotten around to posting the story about the dead body yet. 

The dead body isn’t even the most exciting part of the story. 

PLEASE elaborate, my gods

So I want you to know that I’ve been sitting on this story for about a week and a half now because the amount of work drama is sometimes so intense that even the interesting parts of my job have to be shelved for the sake proper emotional processing. 

But this isn’t about that. This is about milestones. 

Keep reading

howtobangyourmonster:

kurara-black-blog:

howtobangyourmonster:

“Oops, dropped your coat!” You cheerfully pick up the soft fur coat off the floor and carefully drape it back over the person’s chair. They stare at you with wide, stunned eyes. They’re remarkably attractive. You awkwardly wave at them and go sit down at your table.

They’re a selkie, you “gave” them back their coat, you now have a gorgeous and besotted selkie spouse. Hey, they don’t make the rules.

The next day, the attractive person you met shyly approaches you and gives you a little box with a ring inside. You blush, a little confused, and stare at them.

“I… Isn’t this… An engagement ring?”

“Well… We… We should get married by human customs as well.”

“… What?

IT GOT BETTER