apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
So, we've figured out a possible way to rehabilitate our new arrival (read: keep her from trying to restart the Rapture Family 2.0, which she clearly stated she has every intention of doing. Seriously, it's taking the combined strength of me, SV, and R. Prydonius to restrain her from doing so.) Apparently she's pretty musically inclined. She's been collaborating with me on a few of the tracks that are going on the next album.

I just wish that I could actually, you know, credit her (or any of my other systemmates) in the liner notes and still be taken seriously. The people in the Bioshock fandom chat server I run know I make music, if they see "Sofia Lamb" credited as a collaborator on any of my tracks they'll think I'm crazy. Which, okay, that's not really up for debate (anyone society doesn't like is given that label eventually) but the point still stands.This is the problem with sharing mental space with people who most of the world thinks are purely inventions of fiction.

-Cass
apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
I make a post warning Tumblr's Autistic community about a Doctor Who charity anthology whose proceeds are being donated to an organization (Caudwell Children) that is directly harmful to us, and soon someone who knows the author decides that I’m making the post to slander THEIR friend, because I have some kind of vendetta against THEM.
No. I have literally never spoken to you in my life. I am not following you and you are not following me. I made that post to help people who are dear to me, not to harm anyone else. I wasn’t “calling out” the author– I was trying to warn my community about something that could and has hurt us. The author has nothing to do with this. He’s a middle man here– seeing as he has an Autistic son who I’m assuming he loves and wants the best for, he probably thinks he’s helping his son by supporting said charity. He’s not helping his son, but I’m assuming ignorance rather than malice in this situation.
Anyway, you want to buy the book, then buy the book. I’m sure the quack autism cure industry will thank you.
-Cassandra
apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
In happier news, we're going to volunteer at a bunny shelter!
Watch this space for updates and cute bun pictures.
-Cass
apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)



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  • First of all, if loving your home enough to not only rebuild it but improve it is romanticizing, then yeah, GT "romanticizes" Gallifrey. The classism and systemic problems in Gallifreyan society are something that has come up in almost every single group discussion we've had recently. One of our group's biggest inspirations is a Gustav Mahler quote that reads "Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of the flame." The DWkin community thinks we're out there trying to Make Gallifrey Great Again or something, but that's not it at all-- we're trying to make Gallifrey better.
  • Second, GT doesn't "target" kin/fictives of the Master-- I do. And saying I "target" them is the most dramatic bullshit I've ever had the dishonor of hearing. I'm an Oakdown, and the Master is more or less my family. I always make it clear to them when I meet them: "This is who I am, this is who I have in my system, if that makes you uncomfortable you're more than welcome to never speak to us again and we won't judge you."
  • Third-- yes. Rassilon's here. He's quite a nice guy, too, despite what canon will have you believe. But once again, the anger they have towards GT in this case isn't about GT, it's about me, and it's bullshit. I do venerate Rassilon. I suppose you could call our relationship worship-- it certainly looks that way from a certain angle. But from a different angle, it looks like a platonic BDSM relationship. Neither angle tells the correct story. The correct interpretation is that I am fulfilling a very ancient and very specific role, the precedent for which was set long before I began my life on Gallifrey, much less here on earth. It's a role that I'm a little bit protective of, and it's hilarious that they'd think that the goal of GT is to indoctrinate everyone else into fulfilling it too.
  • Fourth? AUK abused me, NOT the other way around. And even if it was the other way around, I DO NOT SPEAK FOR ALL OF GT. I'm still recovering from the damage he did to my circadian rhythm, among other things. Which I could forgive him for, if he hadn't manipulated River in order to do it. You hurt me, fine, but you hurt my moirail and you're going down, son.
-Cass


apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
There's a HUGE difference between "I see myself as president of all Gallifreyans but no one else is obligated to see me that way and I would never act on that self-perception" and "I am definitely the rightful ruler of all Mandalorians and any Mandalorian fictionkin with any self-respect will bow to my authority or face trial by combat." But of course, only one of those things gets screencapped, and it certainly wasn't Darth Maul jacking off to his own perceived power.
-Cass
apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
Can Tumblr please stop making positivity posts that sound like moral defenses?

I see all these posts about how “(insert group here) is pure and good and soft uwu” but, like… anyone can be Not those things, no matter how marginalized they are or which demographic boxes they happen to tick.

If someone’s abuser was a bipolar trans boy, for instance, and they’re constantly bombarded with “bipolar trans boys are all good and pure uwu” then eventually the message that they’re going to get is “my abuse must not have happened/been as bad as I remember it, because my abuser was good and pure like all bipolar trans boys.” Bipolar trans boys, or East Asian lesbians, or Jewish Autistics, have the potential to be good people, by virtue of being people. But they also have the potential to be assholes.

-Cass
apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
Someone (not naming names, but it was definitely R. Prydonius) got our IP blocked from doctorwhokinfessions on Tumblr. I mean, thank you for trying to help, but with all due respect, you sound like an anime villain. 
Before y'all start freaking out-- he didn't send them hate, it was a "back the hell off of Cass and GT, they don't care about you and you're basically a meme to them" ask. doctorwhokinfessions has DFE'd and remade for less than that. "Less than that," in this case, meaning "it's fucked up that you have a monthly special occasion dedicated to harassing an avoidant autistic person over something that they already apologized for, this joke has gone on long enough and you need to stop." I sent them one ask about that, [personal profile] thehiysystem sent another ask voicing agreement, and the mods of DWK apparently think that constitutes harassment? (Whereas, like, spreading libel about someone because they friendzoned you is apparently perfectly acceptable.) 
Tumblr's got a warped definition of what constitutes abuse and harassment. I literally saw someone saying that redemption arcs (particularly the Twissy arc in the most recent season of Doctor Who) romanticize abuse, because they involve "forcing someone to go against their nature." Do these people even hear themselves? If they think that anyone's nature is inherently evil then that's their own damn problem, and if they think that trying to help someone become a better person is abuse, I guess AUK's right about me being the abuser in that situation, because I was dumb enough to think that I could change him. 
-Cass
apprehensiveacolyte: (cooperative)

apparently the writer for my source got called out by his ex-wife for cheating on her multiple times in the span of 15 years? well, I can't say I'm surprised.

-River

 

Joss Whedon is up there with H. P. Lovecraft on the list of white male authors whose work I admire, but who I also highkey want to punch in the face.

-Cass









 

apprehensiveacolyte: (river)
man I hate getting up this early, none of our friends are online and we have to wait an extra hour for the rest of the world to be switched on. this is why I try to sleep until noon whenever possible. the way humans measure time is a social construct anyway. I should know. I share a headspace with three time lords. three of them. do you see what I have to deal with?
-River
apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
So, we’re debating getting a rat instead of a ferret once we move into our own apartment. Because although ferrets are adorable, we actually have experience keeping rats, and they’re much less likely to get into things they shouldn’t.

River is still pouting at me to get a black-footed ferret and name it after her.

-Cass
apprehensiveacolyte: (river)
I posted about this already on [community profile] more_than_one , but in case anyone not part of that community would be interested, I decided to post it here too.

we just started a community called [community profile] plural_geekery for plurals who are involved in fandoms, but would not feel comfortable in most other fandom spaces because of their plurality. (in our case, many of us don't like engaging with fandom because we've been misinterpreted so badly by the fandoms for our sources.) it was primarily created for other fictives but non-fictives can join too.

-River
apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
 
Earth's solar system, in Circular Gallifreyan. 

Promo

May. 30th, 2017 02:49 pm
apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
Our friends [personal profile] thehiysystem just moved over here from Tumblr and could use some help finding their way around Dreamwidth. 
Could y'all go check them out and maybe give them a follow or two? Thank.
-Cass
apprehensiveacolyte: (cass)
You know, it's funny, when everyone's shitposting at each other, EVERYBODY wants to hang out on the GT chat. But the moment I put up an application form for people to help transcribe some podcasts, suddenly people are as quiet as mice.
-Cass
 Okay so. I know how to set up an access filter now how do you put a post in it? 
So, yeah, we've got three access filters now.

We've got a Woo filter, which is all our otherkin/pagan/Gallifreyan Tradition things.

We've got a Mental Health filter, which is for mental health things.

And we've got a Just Survivor Things filter, which is for all the shit we've been through both in this world and our other worlds. It also includes my cult experiences.

Comment if you'd like to be added. 

-Cass
How do you set up an opt-in filter? I kind of want to set one up for my Gallifreyan Tradition/fictionkin/pop culture pagan musings so that no one who doesn't want to see it has to but I'm still super new at this.

-Cass
apprehensiveacolyte: (SV)
So, there's a friend of ours on Tumblr (I know, I know) who has just had $700 stolen from them by abusive parents. We've known them and their fiance long enough to know that their story is legitimate and they could really use some help to get out of their situation.

They're also a REALLY good diviner/tarot reader. Like, scary good. Their readings are some of the best I've seen, and Cass will tell you that they're the only ones they'll trust. Anyway, they're offering tarot and oracle card readings for between $1 and $7 depending on the length of the reading-- $1 is a one-card draw, $3 will get you a three-card reading, $5 will get you a past life reading, and $7 will get you a full celtic cross spread. You can find the post here and contact them through their blog if you'd like a reading.

If you're not into divination, which I completely get, they've also got a Youcaring which you can donate to here if you want. Just please help this person if you can. They've been fucked over pretty badly and every little bit helps in getting them out of their situation and into a better place.

-SV
 “Children,” Justinian muttered, writing furiously in the notebook he seemed to always carry with him. “They’re canaries. Canaries in a mine.”
 
I looked over at him. “What do canaries have to do with anything?”
 
“Miners used to take canaries with them as a way of indicating the air quality in a mine shaft, if the canary stopped singing and died that’s how they’d know to get out.” Laila shrugged. “Don’t ask me how I know that. You accumulate a lot of random knowledge when you spend as much time online as I do.”
 
“So, what you’re saying is… shit hits the fan, the kids die first?”
 
“No, Siobhan, I’m not a monster. No matter what you’ve been taught to think about people like me. I’m saying that the kids would know first. Especially with something large-scale like this.” He pointed towards an empty lot across the street that had been repurposed as an impromptu play park by the neighborhood kids. “Notice anything odd about this picture?”
 
As one of the lost, he had grown up in a world that was strikingly different from the world I knew as a Daughter of Lightning. I grew up cloistered, surrounded only by my Guardians and instructors who knew how to guide the development of those like myself. Very rarely was I allowed to socialize with the other children in the facility-- very rarely did I even see them. My days were spent in training and study and contemplation, from the moment I was taken away until the moment I finally escaped my prison. 
 
So, no. I didn’t notice anything odd about the scene in front of me. I surveyed the lot and those who were currently occupying it. Kids of varying ages, almost all of them Lost, all of them running and laughing and playing. “They seem to be having a good time,” I guessed. “Like kids do when they don’t grow up in House of Lightning facilities. What are you trying to show me?”
 
“Pay attention to the ones with the sidewalk chalk,” he said, finally showing me what he had been doodling in his notebook-- a complex design of interlocking circles and jagged edges. A symbol that I had seen before. A symbol that was currently being drawn by about ten children, all working seemingly independently of each other, with different colored sidewalk chalk. “Patterns, princess. It’s all about patterns.” He was right. There was a pattern, and I was too oblivious to notice it until now.
 
It was the symbol tattooed between my shoulder blades. The symbol embroidered on every piece of clothing that I owned between the ages of four and seventeen. The symbol of the people who made me who and what I am.
 
It was the symbol of the House of Lightning.
A lady who had seen and done much in her life decided to travel the world in six weeks. She did not know if it was possible, and did not much care that those she knew said it was not. To her, all things were possible if one only gave them a bit of thought. So the lady set off on her journey.
 
In the first week, she met a battle-scarred warrior who had seen many things that haunted him. He shared his burden with the traveler and she shared hers with him, and they became close friends. When it was time for the traveler to leave, both of them felt like their burdens were a bit lighter.
 
In the second week, she met a very religious woman with many regrets. The religious woman was concerned that her god had not forgiven her. “My friend,” the traveler told her, “the only way that anybody in heaven or earth can forgive you is if you forgive yourself. From that, all else follows.”
 
In the third week, she met an artist whose art was inspired by their pain. The artist was capable of great things, but did not want to force their pain on the rest of the world. “Others are feeling the same things you are feeling,” said the traveler to the artist. “It would do them good to know they are not alone.” The artist and the traveler shared a friendly embrace and parted ways forever.
 
In the fourth week, the traveler met a caretaker who had been taken advantage of by those xe loved. Because of this, xe did not want help or guidance from the traveler. “It’s not my place to help somebody who doesn’t want to be helped,” the traveler told the caretaker. “But I hope that we can still be friends.” And so they were, for as long as they could be, before the traveler’s instincts told her to move forward.
 
In the fifth week, the traveler met a runaway. The runaway was without country, family, or friends, and was every bit as alone as the traveler. So the traveler and the runaway ran together across the land, having new adventures and making new memories to take the place of the old life that the runaway had left behind.
 
In the sixth week, the traveler walked alone, but she was not lonely. She was content, for she knew that she would be remembered fondly in the lands that she had visited, even if only by a few. And as her journey came to a close, and the familiar sight of her home came into view, she was happier than she had ever been– not because of the places she had been, but the people whose lives she had touched.
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