Autistic Folks When Their Routine Gets Disrupted, And They Don't Get Alone Time When They're Supposed

autistic folks when their routine gets disrupted, and they don't get alone time when they're supposed to get alone time

The SS Warrimoo, a passenger steamship traveling from Vancouver to Australia, was silently knifing its way across the mid-Pacific waters. The navigator had just finished calculating a star fix and handed the results to Captain John DS. Phillips.

The Warrimoo's coordinates were LAT 0º 31' N, LONG 179 30' W. The date was December 31, 1899. "Know what this means?" First Mate Payton announced, "We're only a few miles from the intersection of the Equator and the International Date Line."

Captain Phillips was prankish enough to seize the opportunity to do the nautical feat of a lifetime. He summoned his navigators to the bridge to double-check the ship's position. He altered his course slightly to focus directly on his target. He then altered the engine's speed.

The calm weather and clear night worked to his advantage. At midnight, the SS Warrimoo rested on the Equator, exactly where it had crossed the International Date Line. The ramifications of this odd arrangement were numerous.

The ship's bow was in the Southern Hemisphere, in the middle of summer. The stern was in the Northern Hemisphere, in the midst of winter. The date on the aft portion of the ship was December 31, 1899. The date on the forward half of the ship was January 1, 1900. The ship experienced multiple days, months, years, seasons, and centuries simultaneously.

*a fictional military man exists*

the fandom:

So glad the tumblr top gun fandom is run by gay teens and not 500 carbon copies of my top gun loving father

i have the exact thought every time i am about to click kudos...what if the kudos police (strangers on the internet) arrest me (judge me) for liking this fic??? what then???

always a little anxious to leave kudos on certain fanfics bc im like what if someone Sees that i left kudos. and Judges me. but then also that truly is the most devils sacrament situation ever that i think im chill.

the little flutter of a lie in benji’s lie detector test in rogue nation is literally so romantic i’m gonna throw up