Home to the craziness not contained by my brain. Art historian, artist, performer, perfectionist and occasionally crazy loon. Obsessed with musicals, vintage clothing and steampunk in all its incarnations.
One of my favorite things about moving into my own apartment has been just autism/adhd proofing the fuck out of the place. I can accommodate my needs as much as I want to and it’s a type of freedom every neurodivergent person should experience
My favorite things I’ve done so far to autism/adhd proof my apartment:
Have an open bookshelf as a pantry/dish cabinet, so I can always see exactly what I have
Stick on labels on every light switch so I know exactly which light they control
I put the fluffy side of a velcro strip on the back of the TV remote and stuck strips of the rough side on the spots I’m most likely to use the remote, so I always know where it is. There’s one in the kitchen, one on either side of the couch, and one on the dining table
I swapped most of the lightbulbs for rgb wifi bulbs that I can control with my phone, so I can make the lights dimmer and of softer colors. I’ve always had awful sensory issues with Big Lights so this is awesome
Hooks literally everywhere so I can always have somewhere to hang my stuff, as opposed to just throwing them on chairs or the couch
Shelves everywhere too, because if I can’t see something it literally Stops Existing
I swapped the laundry detergent for sensitive skin specific stuff because fragrances make my clothes feel really itchy
I also only buy concentrated cleaning products because I can dilute them. This way the product not only lasts longer but I can make it more gentle since I’m allergic to fragrances and strong cleaning products make me very sneezy
If you have any more autism/adhd adult apartment ideas please lmk 🙏
The last time I played Puck, the director was a huge freak about not letting us wear shoes on stage because it would “ruin the look”, but we all kept eating shit, and instead of just letting us wear skintone dance shoes or something with grip, motherfucker poured Pepsi on the floor so it’d be sticky and we had to schlorp around. I fucking hate you, David.
Why couldn’t this have been a one time I dreamt
Coking the stage (mopping it with diluted soda so it’s a little sticky) is a legitimate low-budget tactic for slick floors, but he just poured so much Pepsi on the floors that for about a whole week, it was audible.
Maybe the course of true love would run a little fucking smoother if we didn’t have to ford your Pepsi river, DAVID.
I would just quit. Fuck people like that. It’s easy to walk away
No it’s not. Didn’t you read the post? There was dried Pepsi everywhere.
WHYY is this such a common misconception eric kripke is NOT going to fuck you. i don’t think my good friend the 2007 writer’s guild of america strike that prevented sam from saving dean from going to hell and was the sole reason for the introduction of angels and the s4 - s5 plot would be pleased to hear that!!!!!!!
Hey listen everybody the Prairieland case is a real “all hands on deck” type of situation. They’re gonna hang these folks out to dry and use that as further precedent for making protesters disappear. It’s fucked. Like I can’t stress how important it is to get as many eyes on this as possible. Tell everybody and their grandma.
Like I know some of us has got friends with media connections and some of us has got like ten hundred bazillion followers and all that type of stuff. Use it for somethin.
(and plz actually reblog the linked posts instead of just reblogging this post)
This is your reminder that if you are feeling helpless and cannot be on the front lines, there are other ways to help.
People need to be fed. Check to see what your local food pantry situation is. Make hot meals for people you know have been out in the cold for hours on end. Emergency kits for field medics need to be supplied. People need help getting to the pharmacy, the grocery store. Help shovel your neighbor’s sidewalk if you’re able. Find a way to do something.
Build connections. Build community. They want us frightened and isolated. Refuse.
Just figured out something about Diesel that makes me feel like such a dumbarse
do share please
So for those who don’t know, Diesel is a typical housecat. He has typical cat behaviours and enjoys typical cat things. He’s my neighbour’s cat, not mine, but I feed him even though I probably shouldn’t, mostly because somebody has to.
Like most cats, Diesel enjoys tasty food. He gets wet food each afternoon and can get pretty pushy in the hour or so pre-food, which is normal for cats. Sometimes, he also gets pushy at random times of the day, including a couple of hours after already having wet food, which is also not unusual for cats, so I just chalk it up to his annoying cat behaviour. It’ll be a few hours after his dinner and he’ll stand in front of my computer screen staring at me and I’ll go to make a coffee and he’ll run to the fridge and meow at me, and grab my leg when I try to leave the kitchen; it’s all very annoying but hey, some cats are annoying, whatever. It’s particularly annoying because he mostly seems do to it when I’m super hungry and then it feels awkward to fix myself something while he’s looking at me like this, then pushing him away from my food, and somehow after I eat he’s never
He does it when I’m hungry.
If you can see where this is going then you’re a lot smarter than me, because it wasn’t until this week that I started paying attention. When Diesel started badgering me and luring me into the kitchen, I started going. I started making myself some food. I sit down to eat it, he jumps up to smell it like normal; I push him away like normal and he goes to eat some of his dry food (the same dry food that’s been there all day but he’s been ignoring and bugging me instead) while I eat my soup. Afterwards he stops bugging me and either goes off somewhere to do his own thing or comes over for a snuggle.
Diesel’s not leading me to the kitchen to ask for wet food. He’s leading me there to tell me to eat. I’m being fuckign. Handled. By a half-stray housecat.
He’s currently purring at me and asking for post-dinner snuggles but it just feels condescending now.
Me: Diesel do not eat my soup.
Diesel: I am confirming that you have food and not yet another craft project to get lost in. Good. Now I will go to my bowl and we can eat together.
was visiting a friend who has a farm, and one of the chickens has a home made flared cone on, so i asked what was up with that and she said “that’s diesel, and she’s suicidal” so obviously i went ??? and she pressed the door lock on her truck fob so the truck beeped, and this dumbass bird SPRINTED full tilt across the garden to shove her head in the tailpipe. she has to be locked up and coned so she doesn’t gulp down toxic fumes direct from the pipe for some idiot bird reason. she is obsessed with doing this and has to be locked up any time someone is using a vehicle.
i told her i posted about this and she has an update (which i guess content warning for animal harm [the animal did it to it’s damn fool self])
she found this out the first time when she auto-started her truck to warm it up before work one below-freezing morning and came out ~5 minutes later to find (the then unnamed) diesel with her head stuffed in the tail pipe hanging limply by her idiot neck and thought that she was dead, ran over and pulled her out, and the chicken went “oh hi! anyways mind if i get back in there?” and did it a-fucking-gain??
best guess is bc she feeds her chickens with a pvc gravity pipe like this
and despite having ~40 other chickens who don’t fuck this up, diesel went “food comes from tubes, this is tube, ∴ this is the ~secret~ food hole that the others do not know about. i will be rewarded with golden seed for being the cleverest of them all :)” and is now on 24/7 vehicle related suicide watch. fine line between docile and dumb sometimes.
the silmarillion is wild because you read it and you’re like huh okay, and then you read lotr and it turns out everyone’s just going around doing their own thing while the surviving elves are living through the final chapters of a post-apocalyptic horror story
rivendell’s a pretty chill place, right? everyone gets along splendidly. dream retirement home et cetera. solid chance the guy you’re having afternoon tea with has either survived or personally committed war crimes. also the reason it’s so chill is elrond has this magic ring that makes it so the whole place exists slightly outside normal time
galadriel’s been around since the beginning, like, for pretty much all of middle-earth’s history you understand, she has Seen it all and despite what you may have been led to believe is at all times this close to snapping. also the reason lothlorien is so chill is she has this magic ring that makes it so the whole place exists slightly outside normal time
i can’t emphasize enough how much of a post-apocalyptic horror story thranduil lives in. homeland destroyed and half his people massacred. has fucken sauron in his backyard and the spawn of the primordial beast that eats light puttering about on his lawn. a dragon lives next door. does NOT have a magic ring and is therefore obliged to rule over his murderforest in normal time
just so we’re all on the same page here, legolas’ day job before joining the fellowship was to hunt the spawn of the primordial beast that eats light and it’s not like, a big deal or anything. he just has to do it. he’s used to it.
‘elves are leaving middle-earth and it’s so sad :(’ they have ptsd samwise.
