Hey, I’m Cam! You might know me by a different name tho just call me whatever (this is what I get for just lying about my name whenever I feel like it, Cam isn’t even my name lol). Welcome to my blog, it’s a bit all over the place but I love it. I post about stuff I like, queer shit and pretty things essentially, as well as whatever the fucks happening etc.
It’s ok that white autistic people aren’t familiar with autistic people of color’s experiences. That’s not the problem.
The problem is how many white autistic people seem to think their experiences are universal, that they can speak for and over autistic people of color.
Being autistic doesn’t take away white privilege. Being white and autistic still has privilege over autistic BIPOC, and even neurotypical BIPOC.
Neurodivergence doesn’t exempt anyone from deconstructing and unpacking white supremacy.
This is why I have this. Even if they can get the lock opened they can’t push the door open. Got it at Lowes for $20.
reblog for that last bit to save a life
If you’re like me and have a large gap under your front door (someone could take a stick and just poke the leaning stick style door jam out), I recommend the Addalock. It’s small, perfect for traveling, and this lock is CRAZY. It’s so simple but the door does not move.
You can’t see it from the other side, either. It also cost about $20, and I can’t recommend it enough. Easy to travel with, too! Great for Air BnBs!
That’s why I have these on my doors. They get drilled into the side and once its flipped over the door nothing is getting it open. Not the door being unlocked nothing, I’ve unlocked the door and pulled and pushed as hard as I could and it didn’t budge. When I go on a trip this is what I use and when I’m home I leave it on too. No one is getting in here.
Okay I know that it is necessary for many but what do you do if you need medical attention and you’re not able to open the door from the inside? Can the fire department get through these at least?
Yes. The fire department can and will break down your door if necessary, it’s one of the reasons they have axes; it’s entirely possible for door frames to melt/expand/seize or otherwise become unopenable during a house fire but the door itself can be hacked down. Or the window. In rare cases, the wall. Firefighters don’t fuck around with collateral damage when lives are at stake.
‘you should have a separate sideblog for each of your interests’ actually my followers like the variety. they love to see me liveblog an anxiety attack and reblog 10 gifsets of my favorite little meow meow seconds later. its enrichment for them
tumblr blogs need to keep their natural biodiversity to keep being a healthy enviroment.
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The dude who built my childhood home died there in the 90s and then his widow let my parents buy it cheap because she liked my mom and also wanted to get the hell out of there. She left most of her husband’s stuff in the house when she left and that was, I shit you not, roughly 200 hand carved decoy ducks, all of his decoy duck carving materials in his shop, several dozen books on antique duck decoys and around 50 high quality full color books on American made muskets and rifles of the 19th century. His son is apparently a renowned Star Wars prequel trilogy memorabilia collector. Really glad he’s carrying on his dad’s legacy of obsessively perusing his hobbies to the detriment of his marriage.
Actually, it kind of made us sad that his wife didn’t value things that seemed to mean so much to him. She abandoned his two elderly cats when she left too so we inherited them. We ended up displaying some of his best duck decoys in the basement but the majority are still sitting under our shed. You could feel his ghost so keenly in the house, I don’t mean that negatively, he just seemed like a very nice man who was meticulous in his interests and in the construction of the home. Everything reflected that. He also loved Colonial Williamsburg so my childhood home was built with unique Colonial Virginian design details. When I was about 9, my dad found some tapes in the attic, played them out of curiosity and they were footage of him playing with his kids in the snow back in the 70s. I remember that moment because suddenly the specter of the man who designed the house I loved and grew in had a face.
He put so much thought and love into the design of our house, planned to grow old there, raised his children with every advantage he could give them and died of a heart attack in his bathroom while in his early 50s, never got to see the fruits of his labor. But I think me growing in that house, the time my parents and I were happy, I think that honored him. A mean ghost is sad enough but the ghost of a good person is far sadder.
i’m a firm believer that cas’ confession was so so fucked up like you can’t tell your best friend with extreme guilt issues that you love him and that’s what’s gonna kill you and then disappear forever and leave him to deal with that. it’s so messed up. and i want cas to be confronted with the consequences of his actions.
so when they finally get cas, after the relieved hugs and “are you okay"s, i want sam to be so mad at cas. i want sam to yell at cas. "i don’t know what you said or did to him, but you need to fix it. i want my brother back. dean hasn’t spoken a word in months, he’s not eating, he’s been sick and depressed, he’s lost weight, he’s not showering, i barely recognise him anymore. dean has been through so much in his life but i’ve never seen him like this. now i have a feeling i know what happened in that dungeon but it’s not my business. all i’m saying is you need to talk to him, and you need to apologise for leaving him like this, and you need to make it better. ok. good to have you back.”
to clarify, i do understand cas’ point of view. i do understand that it was the only way to save dean, and that cas never told him about the deal before because cas is the kinda guy who will do things by himself. he’s even worse than dean at asking for help or sharing his burdens. i don’t blame cas for what he had to do, when i think about it rationally. but unfortunately, even when your actions have good intentions, they still have consequences. and the consequences of saying that to your best friend, even if you don’t know he loves you back. even if you think he just likes you. those consequences are fucking devastating. who wouldn’t be left broken. of course dean would be messed up. we saw how he was after cas died in s13, and that death wasn’t even his fault. losing cas again, and knowing this time he was directly (although indirectly, but those nuances don’t register in dean’s brain) responsible? that cas died because he loved him? that cas was unhappy this whole time, because of him? that he didn’t even get to say it back, that cas died thinking he was unloved? boyyyyy what a way to fuck a guy up. so yeah, on the anger show, i think people would be angry. dean would, but he wouldn’t show that right away, because he would be so relieved he would put all of his feelings aside to welcome cas home and make sure cas never goes further than the next room (and even that is difficult). so sam would be angry on dean’s behalf. cause the thing is, cas has never seen dean grieve him. but sam has. he’s seen it so many times, and it gets worse every time, and he’d wanna make sure it doesn’t happen again. he’d wanna make sure cas knows how his absence affects dean, so he doesn’t leave again. so they finally talk it out and figure out exactly what they mean to each other.
When Cas lets himself out of Dean’s room, he almost trips over Sam.
“Whoa,” Sam says, drawing his legs towards himself and flipping his book shut. He’s seated against the wall opposite the bedroom, and his feet had been nearly touching the end of the hall before Cas had stumbled over them. His eyes flick to the shut door, and then back to Cas. “Dean’s asleep?”
Cas nods. “Out like a light,” he replies. “Jack, too.” Cas had left them curled together. They’d gravitated towards one another as soon as Cas had extricated himself. He’d go back before they woke up—wouldn’t dare to let either of them wake up without him in the room—but even the sound of their snuffling breaths hadn’t been enough to drown out the darkness.
“Yeah,” Sam replies, hauling himself up with a hand against the wall, and then continues with an inexplicable, “They would be.”
