A Three Adventurers Playlist [Open In Spotify]

it’s brutal out here (on the hephaestus)

i started shaking in the car, welcome to nightvale has a grip on my internal organs that it makes me hurt / pos

my favorite wtnv quote; it devours!, joseph fink + jeffrey cranor

You should be furious that people trying to escape genocide in Gaza, Sudan, Congo all need raise an absurd amount of money just to survive

You should be furious at how these people went through atrocity after atrocity and still need raise tens of thousands of dollars to get away

You should be furious at this insidious thing that completely encapsulates how capitalism feeds off of blood

hyperfixation valentine cards but i don't know if i did it right

If you tried to splice audio for a third time clapped your hands!

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My child is autistic. He doesn’t do well with change. Even little things that would be meaningless to most people.

For example, his hairbrush was getting old and worn. He had chewed the end of it. The cats had chewed some bristles. It was dirty and dusty. But I didn’t say anything. Because it’s his hairbrush.

Finally, he said he thinks it’s time for a new brush. Ok, I say, we’ll put it on the shopping list, and get one next time we’re in town.

So we go to town and we go to the store. There are many hairbrushes to choose from. He picks one and they even have it in his favorite color. We buy it, take it home, and remove the packaging.

I go to put it on the shelf where the old hairbrush is. Can we throw out the old one, I ask.

That’s when he stops. That’s when he freezes and gets a momentary look of panic on his face. Throw out the old one? That hadn’t occurred to him.

Because here’s the thing. Hair brushing is a part of his morning routine. And not just hair brushing, but hair brushing with that particular brush. To most people, the act of hair brushing is the routine, but not the brush itself. The objects are interchangeable. But not to my child. Not to someone with autism. The brush itself is just as important as the act of brushing.

So I take a breath. I put the old brush down. Think about it, I say. Let me know tomorrow what you want to do with this brush.

He decides. He realizes keeping an old hairbrush is not necessary. But it’s still important to him. So he asks if I can cut off one bristle. To keep. As a memory of the old hairbrush.

I don’t laugh. I don’t tell him it’s silly. I respect his need. I cut off the bristle. He puts it in his treasure box, along side some smooth rocks, beads, sparkly decals, a Santa Claus charm from a classmate, a few other things meaningful to him.

He throws the old hairbrush away himself. He is able to move on, and accept the change.

*holds drawing to my face and is shaking with happiness* GUY!!! GUYBRUSH!!! SKELLY BOY BRUSH!!

[Id: The picture is a portrait of Guybrush Threepwood from the Monkey Island Series. He is a man with a lean face with semi-wavy hair pulled back into a pony tail. His features are skeletal and his face is worried. Sunken eye sockets and cheekbone definitions. This portrait has a neon blue plain background]

“Fuck you my child is completely fine” Your child is staring at the ceiling for 5 hours straight imagining getting the barest hint of affection from their comfort character.

doug eiffel is the only wolf 359 character who has unambiguously canonically fucked and the only major character who talks about sex and romance. he has a kid, making him the show's only true dilf, but more importantly, his kid was unplanned. eiffel fucks raw.