“After tragically losing his Tio Ben (Tarántula 1) to a crooked wrestling match Sebastián Santos takes up the mantle of La Terrifico Tarántula!” Like most Spidersonas I tried to work myself into Spider-man’s shoes. I’m a large rotund Hispanic man so I figured why not use that to give this design some flavor? His entire theme is “Luchador” from his leather stitched mask down to his boots. The character also wears a ratty modified poncho that once belonged to his uncle.
Tell Miles, the wind
whispers, that he’s a little bitch.
It’s only through years of long practice that Dyta’s
able to keep a straight face. The King’s name is Miles? Everyone just sort of assumed he was named after
his great grandfather, King Raymus since that’s what he’s written all over the
kingdom. She tries to remember if she’s ever
heard of a Prince Miles–
“Well?” King Raymus (Miles) asks. He looks down his nose at Dyta, thin
lips thinning further. His knuckles are white around his gaudy
scepter. “What did the Wind say? Will my reign be remembered? Am I truly
the greatest King across the six kingdoms?”
There’re actually 208 kingdoms, the wind
hisses out from underneath the door. Which Miles would know if he
weren’t a little bitch.
“Yes,” Dyta blurts out. The guards’ glares
have been growing each moment she’s been silent and she’s not interested in
finding out at what point they use the
spears they’re holding. “Super remembered.” She brings her hands up, trying to
gesture just how remembered the King is,
but the shackles around her wrists hinder the movement. “The wind knows
your truth, King Raymus, and it spreads that truth across the globe.”
You never interpret correctly, the wind whines
through the gaps in the stone walls. You are the worst wind-speaker
I’ve met in centuries.
Dyta’s the only wind-speaker in centuries.
That’s why she’s in this whole prisoner mess to begin with. It’s just luck that
King Mi-Raymus is vain enough to spend the majority of her
captivity asking after what the world
thinks of him.
There are much worse applications of her
ability. Spying, for example. And assassination, though she tends to stay away
from that one, much to the wind’s chagrin.
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they should remake breaking bad but instead of making and dealing meth it’s a suburban white mom who makes soap and the same levels of violence, gore, and drama remain
if any of you ever think that archaeology is boring let me just remind you that archaeologists managed to lose king tut’s mummified penis and for a very long time were convinced that someone had stolen it until a ct scan revealed that it was just. hidden in the sand nearby
spidersona idea where this random guy gets bitten but he doesn’t know it’s by a spider and he’s like climbing on the walls n stuff and he’s like you know what my name could be? Cockroach man. I’m fucking cockroach man and all the spider ppl come and are like hi!!! We are altnernate versions of u!!! And he’s like oh no I fucked it up I fucked it up i chose the wrong animal oh fuck
“If autism isn’t caused by environmental factors and is natural why didn’t we ever see it in the past?”
We did, except it wasn’t called autism it was called “Little Jonathan is a r*tarded halfwit who bangs his head on things and can’t speak so we’re taking him into the middle of the cold dark forest and leaving him there to die.”
Or “little Jonathan doesn’t talk but does a good job herding the sheep, contributes to the community in his own way, and is, all around, a decent guy.” That happened a lot, too, especially before the 19th century.
Or, backing up FURTHER
and lots of people think this very likely,
“Oh little Sionnat has obviously been taken by the fairies and they’ve left us a Changeling Child who knows too much, and asks strange questions, and uses words she shouldn’t know, and watches everything with her big dark eyes, clearly a Fairy Child and not a Human Like Us.”
The Myth of the Changeling child, a human baby apparently replaced at a young age by a toddler who “suddenly” acts “strange and fey” is an almost textbook depiction of autistic children.
To this day, “autism warrior mommies” talk about autism “stealing” their “sweet normal child” and have this idea of “getting their real baby back” which (in the face of modern science) indicates how the human psyche actually does deal with finding out their kid acts unlike what they expected.
Given this evidence, and how common we now know autism actually is, the Changeling myth is almost definitely the result of people’s confusion at the development of autistic children.
Weirdly enough, that legend is now comforting to me.
I think it’s worth noting that many like me, who are diagnosed with ASD now, would probably have been seen as just a bit odd in centuries past. I’m only a little bit autistic; I can pass for neurotypical for short periods if I work really hard at it. I have a lack of talent in social situations, and I’m prone to sensory overload or you might notice me stimming.
But here’s the thing: life is louder, brighter and more intense and confusing than it has ever been. I live on the edge of London and I rarely go into the centre of town because it’s too overwhelming. If I went back in time and lived on a farm somewhere, would anyone even notice there was anything odd about me? No police sirens, no crowded streets that go on for miles and miles, no flickery electric lights. Working on a farm has a clear routine. I’d be a badass at spinning cloth or churning butter because I find endless repetition soothing rather than boring.
I’m not trying to romanticise the past because I know it was hard, dirty work with a constant risk of premature death. I don’t actually want to be a 16th century farmer! What I’m saying is that disability exists in the context of the environment. Our environment isn’t making people autistic in the sense of some chemical causing brain damage. But we have created a modern environment which is hostile to autistic people in many ways, which effectively makes us more disabled. When you make people more disabled, you start to see more people struggling, failing at school because they’re overwhelmed, freaking out at the sound of electric hand dryers and so on. And suddenly it looks like there’s millions more autistic people than existed before.
“…disability exists in the context of the environment.”
Reblog for disability commentary.
That last paragraph is absolutely important.
There’s also some disabilities that effectively don’t exist in a modern environment. Shitty eyesight, for example, is 99% of the time effectively and easily treated with glasses, and is not a disability at all (assuming you can afford the glasses, of course). I don’t have to go to my school’s disability services and request accommodations because I need glasses, and I don’t have to alter my daily life because I wear glasses, because today’s modern environment is perfectly navigable to a person with glasses. If I lived 500 years ago and had the same shitty eyesight, it actually would cause me problems. If only we build the world to accommodate other disabilities the way we accommodate glasses.
The RCMP are setting up exclusion zones and closed roads to the public and media as officers get set to dismantle two camps on unceded Wet’suwet’en territory.
“During the police enforcement operation, temporary exclusion zones and road closures will be established for police and public safety reasons,” said the news release sent out Monday morning that confirmed the RCMP will enforce a court order requested by a pipeline company trying to build a pipeline through Wet’suwet’en territory.
“Those areas will be clearly marked and media/public are welcome to stand at the perimeter, but no one will be allowed to enter the exclusion zones. These zones will only be maintained as long as necessary.”
The raids have been highly anticipated after a B.C. judge granted an interim injunction in December against two check points leading to the construction site for the LNG Coastal GasLink pipeline.
you know, that whole thing when a colonist militaristic police force storms a indigenous encampment, removes it’s people who live there, all for corporate interest, so we can pump more oil out, and accelerate the death of the planet.
Then once the Cops storm the place, they declare an “exclusion zone” deploy a wifi and cell blockage, AND exclude media. All so no news of it gets out.
You all need to be fucking outraged. We live in a police state, and the moment your life gets in the way of making money, you cease to matter.
Hey Americans, you know how we Canadians all shared information about Standing Rock as it was happening?
We’re having a very similar situation in Canada right now.
Now would be a good time to reciprocate.
This is happening RIGHT NOW.
Nobody on this site besides me and a few other bloggers are talking about this.
Like there are only 2 or 3 blogs in total in the #Wet’suwet’en or #Unist’ot’en or Unist’ot’en Camp hashtags from the past week.
this is happening January 7, 2019
If you’re on twitter, track these hashtags:
#Unistoten
#wetsuwetenstrong
#undrip
#thetimeisnow
Some people to follow who are sharing news about this live:
