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Something that’s really sad to me is that there is basically no online Roma community anymore

Bbc used to have a message board for Romany teens, and they still do, but no one has used it since 2005, and those teens that were on it will be adults now, and plenty with their own kids now

Rumblr used to be an active, thriving space, but most people left, and now there’s only a few of us

The Romani Reddit imploded on itself and now there isn’t one

The only things I can thing of are the tik tok communities, which aren’t close knit and are super toxic from what I’ve seen and heard, and the discord, which it’s hard to track down a link for

Something in the Peaky Blinders community that has caught mine and a few others’ eyes, in the frequent and so relaxed use of the word “Gypsy” when not in book context.

As someone part of the Rroma community, having once lived in Romania, moving from country to country until we settled in England in 2008, I think it’s important to make it known to people who may not be aware before it becomes a widespread issue.

The word Gypsy has been used since the beginning of our communities in the North of India, where majority of us originated. The word has been used to enslave the Rroma community until the late 1800’s, it was used during the Holocaust to justify the slaughter and eradication the Rroma community endured and wipe out our community.

Between 200,000-500,000 (the records unknown due to the disregard of Rroma life) Roma and Sinti people were murdered by Nazi’s in the 2nd World War. Roma and Sinti people were sent to ghettos, Auchwitz, Dachau and Brikenau, which has a specific “Gypsy Camp”, made specifically for the Roma and Sinti communities.

Romani is not Romany, Romany is not Sinti. Rroma is an Indo-Aryan ethnic group that has a closed language. We wish that for the purpose of fanfiction, you do not attempt to learn that language as it is closed. The language has saved the lives of millions of Rroma through the years - being a symbol of our strength and integrity. If something were to happen to our community again, we would rely on our language to keep us safe once again.

Having Romani, Romany, Sinti or any other Rroma connection does NOT make you ethnically Rroma. Having Great-great grandparent connections to Rroma does not make you Rroma, for you will not be persecuted for living in a Vardo, nor will you be persecuted for the label on your birth certificate.

We want you to celebrate our culture, when you are invited. We want you to celebrate our dished and clothing, when you are invited. If you have a Rroma friend, you will more than likely understand a few basic words of our language.

In fan-fiction, it is expected to see the word Gypsy be used sparsely, giving context to the time period and the lack of regard for our community, despite the hardships. However, we ask you do not use it in reference to us or our people, fiction or not. We ask that when you talk about the Shelby’s as people, you refer to them as Romani, not as Gypsy.

We ask that you do not call yourself Gypsy in your usernames, for that is disregard to our culture and our people. We ask that you do not refer to yourself as a Gypsy in context of you like a person of Rroma descent.

We ask so little, but these changes can change the future of so many Rroma people. It can change the future of my grand-children’s lives, my children’s lives. If we understand now why Rroma are important, why we aren’t thieves, job stealers and lazy, we’ll make a change to the future and what may happen next.

Rroma has had so little rest, and we are still in a constant battle with the engrained systems that disallow us to do certain activities and events due to our heritage.

As authors on this app, we ask YOU to be the first to make that change.

Of course, any reblogs etc are appreciated, or if you choose to illiterate this piece into something else to spread to your friends on this app, we will also be entirely grateful. If the message is spread, maybe the next generation of will not have to be told the message at all.

All my blessings to anyone who has read this. Nais nais tuke <3

Imagine being part of a minority group that not only has faced genocide on a number of occassions but also when history regales the horrors of other minority groups that were slaughtered yours is regularly forgotten or left out. And then western culture takes the racial slur that people associate with your minority group and then profits off of it and it becomes a trend to purchase things with your racial slur all over the product which has little to nothing to do with your ethnic group.

And then people apply that racial slur to themselves and use the excuse of "reclaiming it" when we all very well know that those people "reclaiming it" aren't actually part of your ethnic group. But your diversity makes a great cover for anyone that thinks that they can slip into it like a skin.

Additionally imagine if your ethnic group was so culturally appropriated that it isn't even treated like an ethnicity but a spiritual movement by western culture.

Pardon me, but the words 'adult human female' being used to describe the term woman isn't transphobic, right? I'm new to the whole trans thing, saw some TERFS saying it, wanted to check with you because you're gay and trans and you've got lgbtq followers. No offense meant

It's not about the words themselves, individually, it's about how they're used. Going out of your way to say "adult human female" instead of just saying "woman" is weird, and someone going out of their way to say that is doing it as a dogwhistle, to let other terfs know that they're in the same little club.

It's not the words, but how they are used. Let's take the word "humanoid". It's a perfectly regular, neutral word for describing anything that appears human. It wouldn't be insulting to describe a human being as being humanoid. But if you find someone consistently saying "humanoid" instead of "person", you would want to check on which people they don't think are actually people.

If you're expecting your employee to fix a mistake that's costing you millions, then they deserve a very significant cut of it.

If they were being fair, they'd ask for half, which would be $9 million. But they didn't even ask for that. They asked for a raise, which would probably be a few thousand a year. And you couldn't even give them that.

Finally some good fucking news

proficient in using ranged and deranged weapons

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I might be the only one sitting on this rock but

Dean Winchester as a cheerleader, but he's not cool or sexy about it. He's just really fucking aggressive. Like he doesn't do the flips or the dancing or any typical cheerleader stuff

He holds a megaphone, paints his face, knows every player's name, and occasionally wears the mascot uniform and cheers his heart out because that's his baby brother on the field! That guy? The tall dude with the floppy hair? That's his baby brother right there, and you're gonna watch him win goddamn it

He gets the crowd riled up. He throws candy at them. He gets them to cheer, scream, and boost morale for the team

And one day, resident weirdo Castiel gets signed up for the cheer team by his brother Gabriel to cheer on his other brother Michael

And I just need him to be so uncomfortably intimidated by how intense Dean is about this job. Cas doesn't get it. He doesn't understand the point of it and tells Dean that Dean's constant yelling is getting on his nerves

And that pisses Dean off so then he makes it his personal mission to prove that what he does makes a difference...

by cheering Castiel on in everything he does in the most aggressive way possible

Enemies to lovers, but they both genuinely hate each other in the most low-stakes situation possible

The definition of a woman is an adult human female, right? Is that transphobic?

No offense to you, I just want to see if the trans movement can actually define the term woman since I haven't been able to and I think your blog could help. I'm new to this and I'm pretty curious. Again, absolutely no offense meant and I'm sorry if you take any.

When I was a kid, I thought that nobody actually wanted to be a girl. That it's just one of those unfortunate fates you get handed, like being born with no eyes or no legs or something. That it's something miserable, that's supposed to be miserable, and everyone else is just better at sucking up and enduring it than I am. That it's supposed to hurt and you're supposed to act like it doesn't, and that's just what everyone does.

Being born in mid-90s, I was vaguely aware that trans women exist, but I was like 13 when I discovered that it goes the other way around too. Like you can transition female-to-male. And my first thought was "how hasn't everyone done this?" I thought it had to be some very well-guarded secret, because otherwise how else would they stop every woman from flocking to these things. My first initial thought was that if women knew there was an option to just stop being women, the world would run out of women.

I don't understand why anyone would want to be a woman, but it gradually came to my understanding that some women do. They actually enjoy that. So, as far as I'm concerned, the definition of "woman" is anyone who wants to be one. I don't understand why anyone does, but it's not off my plate if someone does.

The definition of a woman is a person who wants to be a woman. That is none of my business for as long as they let me stray out of it.

this is your gentle reminder to stop fighting against your adhd and instead structure your life around it

buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell

leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist

put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.

when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!

plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.

if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge

if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.

its not stupid if it works! our brains literally have a chemical deficiency. you are allowed to accommodate yourself. go forth and stop making your life more difficult than it has to be because "this shouldn't be this hard". it is hard, so make it easier.

absolutely insane that i have the Forgetting Things brain disorder and people will still be appalled that i forgot something

Some tips and tricks I use to be productive through my ADHD:

The “eh might as well” method. If I’m going to the kitchen to eat might as well bring all the cups from my room too

Make it inconvenient to ignore. If I have clean laundry that needs to be put away, I will put the basket in my doorway. Now it’s inconvenient for me to sidestep it. I also do this with my homework.

Hiding or making it hard to access distractions. I can slip into doom scrolling on TikTok so what I did is add the fingerprint requirement to open and removed it from my homepage. Now I have to go through 3< steps to get into it.

Make things convenient. I can get overwhelmed by my clothes so in my closet I have a shelf dedicated to comfort clothes. Pj pants and hoodies mostly, that I can quickly grab and throw on when I need them.

Use the “don’t see, don’t exist” to your advantage. Most of my crafting supplies sit in the same drawer under my bed. They are (kinda) hidden so I don’t get distracted.

Some other random tips

I sort my shirts by graphic, plain or under shirt and sweaters/blouses.

I have my quick grab n go pants next to my most used jackets

I hope these help

“Don’t infantilize autism” should be used when people who aren’t autistic treat autistic adults like children.

It should not be said when people who are actually autistic have “childish” interests or stuffed animals and such. Autistic adults are allowed to find comfort and express their autism in ways that works for them (without causing harm), even other autistic people don’t get to tell them not to enjoy those things just because they dislike stereotypes or don’t want themselves to be infantilized.

You can’t tell someone else their life should be breaking a stereotype you dislike. That’s not up to you.

ok ill do that

this reminds me to ask. Hey, folks who get stuck with executive dysfunction, specifically movement initiation (like when you're trying to get up to, idk, get the ice cream you want for dessert)?

Can you do me a favor? Next time you're stuck, try wiggling your toes and then trying to Get Up To Do The Thing and tell me whether or not it helps?

I have some half assed ideas about why this might work revolving around the possibility of being able to use smaller motions to build up the dopaminergic tone in the striatum of the brain. That's a major structure involved in both motivation and movement, both of which dopamine interact powerfully with. And it does seem to be useful for me, at least. But I can't figure out if that's some internal belief thing on my end or something more generally applicable, and I would love some help figuring out if this is useful for other people.

I'm pretty sure that it's perfectly normal to sometimes have an occasional, random, vague little worry that you were molested as a kid and completely blocked out any memory of it, and now have no way to ever find out. Everyone thinks about that sometimes.

I can't remember which one of her stories it was even from, but my favourite Minna Canth moment was the one where a poor, long-suffering woman, absolutely ground to mince meat by brutal poverty, asks a priest why does God allow there to be so much suffering in the world. And the priest is like perhaps it is to help guide others into the light, to make them also understand the frailty of life.

And the woman is so stunned by this answer that she snaps out of her utter, shattered despair, and goes "with all due respect, Father, but if somebody needs to witness the suffering of others in order to understand that they should live their life right, then they have earned their place in Hell. With all due respect but that is how I believe."

I was doom scrolling your page and saw a lot of stuff about Finland

do you live there or were you like born there and moved?? of you have lived in a different place, how different was it?

Oh, I'm a native, born and raised here. The reason I'm seemingly implausibly fluent in english is a combination of random factors, both odd and not that odd. When I was like 3-4 or so, mom put me into an english-speaking daycare for a while so that I could pick up the language properly when she noticed that I was learning to understand english faster than I was learning to read subtitles on TV (unlike in many other countries, finnish TV is never dubbed save for children's cartoons).

Both of my parents needed english for their jobs - my father was an IT wizard and my mother an international sales agent - so they were both fluent and understood just how important knowing the lingua franca du jour is going to be in an increasingly international world. The fact that they were willing to put this much thought into our future wellbeing but I was still bullied at school for being filthy because nobody kept an eye on my hygiene probably illustrates what kind of a odd mish-mash of being neglected, materially spoiled and randomly well-provided for my childhood was.

Then I turned 11 and was allowed to free-roam unsupervised on the internet. This was back when "grammar nazi" was a scalding insult and not a government job title, so whenever I got into arguments on the internet with strangers who had no idea they were arguing with a child, aggressively correcting the opponent's grammar was considered a winning move. My grasp of english grammar rules was honed on the brutal battlefields of obscure 2005-2010 forums with no sympathy for angry teenagers with an undiagnosed Something Wrong With Them.

So I am not "officially" bilingual by many formal parametres since neither of my parents were native speakers, but the same standards also don't recognise "the living room TV" as a parental figure, or consider "feral child abandoned into the wild who was found and raised by a wild pack of internet strangers" a valid backstory.