you know what’s weird? a few of the notes i get on this drawing are people being negative and saying they would never want to look like this
but the OVERWHELMING MAJORITY of people reblogging this are overwhelmingly positive. they are excited to see a beautiful visual representation of their own body type, romanticized and loved as all body types should be. so fuck everyone putting negative notes on this.
Simba gets a bad rap for like leaving pride rock and his mom and not wanting to go back and shit to face Scar but if I’d had the option after deeply damaging childhood trauma to just run off and disappear to be raised in paradise by a supportive gay couple I totally would’ve no tea no shade just facts
it has happened before. it will happen again. it has been lost before. it will be lost again. and again. and again. and again. art and architecture are transient, and temporary, and 850 years may seem like a lot to the individual, who will live maybe 100 if they are very lucky and very healthy, but even the pyramids at saqqara have only existed for about 6000 years and that’s still not all that much, if you consider the grand scheme of things.
yes, this is terrible. as someone who is deeply religious and literally a professional historian with a focus on art and architecture, this is terrible. im mourning. im gutted. im horrified and upset and miserable. but.
it’s not over.
victor hugo wrote hunchback because notre dame du paris was in the process of collapsing and falling apart, and revitalized the entire world’s focus and love for this church, and that was not even 200 years ago. it led to it being renovated.
the roof has fallen in. the scars of fires are on its buttresses. the rose window has fallen out. the beams and piers have collapsed. the spire has toppled. the stones have suffered, and will suffer again, but it is not gone.
renovation work is essential. sometimes things collapse and burn and break and have to come back. it’s not a terrorist attack, it’s renovation, an accident, but we have so much evidence, history, carefully documented everything on one of the most studied places in the world.
it’s not the end.
Hey so, French person here. And also an ex History student. I’m here to say: Please listen to o.p. above.
Obviously everyone is shocked but here’s a few important key facts:
The roof is completely gone. Part of it dated back from the 13th century but the rest was from the 19th. The stone arch roof under the top roof is fine.
One of the three main stained glass rose windows has fallen out. Most of the other stained glass windows are okay.
The spire has fallen down and that’s the saddest part. BUT! It was in the process of being restored and the 16 statues that were there were removed just four days ago! So they’re fine.
The main structure is still here and nothing has “burned down” unlike what some people have been saying.
The “treasure” (sacred objects) is safe.
Notre Dame is still there. It’s just damaged. Almost nothing was lost today, and nobody was wounded either. It’s scary, but it’s gonna be okay.
Having sensory issues is weird. Like someone rings the doorbell once and there go my evening plans
Yesterday I touched a box that felt “wrong” and I spent the rest of night trying to get that feeling off my hands.
i scraped my teeth together while eating so I didn’t finish my meal
Oh my god this is a thing??? I’ve been doing this shit all my life. I’d touch something wrong and try to touch correctly for hours afterword
The trying to get a feeling off of your hands thing happens to me ALL THE TIME
I don’t have a wrong texture, but i do have a few wrong sounds, for example when a fork scratches against a plate (nothing happens with other, similar sounds), my entire body will squirm and tense up completely involountarily when i hear that, it sucks
If i even hear or THINK about scratching chalk boards or something rough i spend the rest of the day scratching my nails across smooth surfaces just to assure myself that i’m no longer touching it.
OH man if I touch something, like accidentally brush against it with say my index finger and my middle finger, it is IMPERATIVE that I go back and touch it with my ring and pinky fingers too because otherwise the experiences of my fingertips will not be even.
If I accidentally rub my fingers against something rough-textured like brick, my spine will attempt to escape my body and I will be upset about it and rub my fingertips over smooth surfaces for another ten minutes or so until I can calm down.
If I realize I’ve stepped over sidewalk cracks with my right foot too many times I’ll do a shuffle skip-hop until I’m walking at such a pace that I’m stepping over sidewalk cracks with my left foot for awhile because it needs to be even or things feel weird.
Brains are bizarre places with strange rules sometimes.
The other day someone scraped a cord against plastic while trying to plug it in and i became physically unable to talk
WE ARE INCREDIBLY POORLY PROGRAMMED
this post is about autism btw!
April is Autism Acceptance Month, feel free to reblog!
