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My headcanon is that Tad Strange is locally known as the least strange person in Gravity Falls because he's autistic as hell and being normal is his special interest. Not in a "feels like he has to mask perfectly" way, it's just his passion and everyone admires and respects his commitment to the bit.

When he was in high school he'd go up to his friends and go "Hello. If you aren't busy, would you mind practicing friendly small talk with me?" and now everyone's like "That Tad Strange can strike up an amiable conversation about the weather in the grocery store checkout line like he was born to do it."

He feels genuine delight at his closet full of short-sleeve button-up white shirts for the summer and long-sleeve button-up white shirts for the winter.

If he's trying out a new kind of food he asks his coworkers and neighbors "What's the most popular brand?" and they all understand he's deliberately looking for the most normal option and are happy to support his goal.

He hosts bread tasting parties. Condiments discouraged until you've tasted the unadorned bread first. Bread's a very normal food. He gets very excited about the different varieties.

He's just enchanted by the aesthetic of being hella typical. He's living his best life.

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I hope everyone who believes that the LDS Church's rules are too strict and that our religion asks too much of us looks back at, like, any other religion. Every member who complains about the requirements being too hard should try to live according to the laws of Islam for like, a week.

"Ohhh but garments cover so much skin and they're so uncomfortable" you've never been hate-crimed for wearing a hijab. You can show your arms; plenty of other people can't.

"The Word of Wisdom is too strict" your diet coke addiction says otherwise. Imagine your current diet but you can't eat pork or gelatin or eat from animals slaughtered in a haram way. Imagine not being able to go out to eat because the food is prepared on a skillet that made bacon that morning. You can eat meat and pork and cheese together, unlike our Jewish friends who practice kosher. There are so many other religions that can't drink alcohol, we're not special.

"Fast Sunday is so harddd" try Ramadan on for size. Fast Sunday is 2 meals once a month, if that. You've never watched your friends sleepily trudge through 40 days of fasting all day.

"Reading your scriptures and praying every day?? That's obsessive" well we can do it anywhere. We don't have to stop our schedules 3 times a day to run to a plain room and face Mecca and pray. We can read our scriptures on a phone in the bathroom.

Like, I'm not saying that the Church is easy. There are a lot of requirements; the Lord makes things difficult for us because it shows Him we care when we put effort into following His commandments. But claiming that we're radical and cultish because of the things we require is so ignorant and dismissive of other religions. We've got it pretty good, all things considered.

Why do witches like always wanna fatten kids up before they eat them?? fat is like the grossest part of meat

day 1710

When I was investigating the Church, I told the people around me I wanted to get baptized after I'd only been to services a few times. I hadn't read much of the Book of Mormon. There were many things I didn't know or understand. But I had felt the Spirit of God and knew that this was the place where I would find God. I knew I was supposed to be baptized.

What was the response?

"You can't do that."

They didn't have missionaries. They didn't have anyone to teach me the discussions. I was coming to Church in a different place from where I lived because of where my friends, who were members and who had invited me, were living.

It got bad enough that I set a date for myself to get baptized and told them they had that long to figure it out and deal with their scruples. And they did.

Then I found out about patriarchal blessings in one of the lessons I had in Young Women. I wanted mine. I went to my branch president and told him that.

"You can't do that."

I hadn't been to church long enough. Could I wait a year? Six months?

But that's not what the lesson I was taught said. It said that if I felt like I was ready, then I could have one. So I showed up outside of my branch president's office every week for over a month to ask again. Finally, he talked to the stake president, who told him there was no rule or timeline mandated in the Handbook of Instruction that prevented me from receiving my patriarchal blessing. I finally received it 4 months after I was baptized.

Then I went to BYU. I was in one of my favorite wards I've ever attended. Everyone around me was so kind and supportive. They helped me deepen my knowledge of the restored gospel and the scriptures. And when all the young men in my classes started receiving mission calls, I wanted to as well. I felt "called to the work," and the Doctrine and Covenants said that was enough.

"You can't do that."

They didn't let women serve at 19 at the time. I had to wait. Why? Because I might get married instead. The hypothetical possibility of reserving me for a man was more important than the calling I had received from God.

I had the opportunity to serve in the temple regularly for the first time in my life. I was from an area where the temple was two hours away, which meant I got to go only a couple times a year, at most. As the only member in my family, I had many names to do. And as the endowments started piling up, I could feel the weight of my responsibility to get the names done weighing on me. I didn't have a ward full of endowed people to rely on in my student wards. It was just me. And the more I went to the temple, the more I craved that divine closeness, the spiritual support for how much harder it was for me to be a member of the Church than it was for everyone else. I was totally on my own, no support from large extended families like they had. I needed more support to come from somewhere. So I started asking to receive my endowment.

"You can't do that."

I needed to be getting married (preferably, in their minds) or serving a mission to get endowed. That was the rule at the time. It didn't matter that I already wanted to serve a mission. It would be so much more special if I could go with my husband! Didn't I see that? My life was just supposed to stay on hold for him, whoever he was. The idea that I would have a spiritual development and progression separate from his was a totally foreign idea at the time, and wasn't reason enough for me to receive my own endowment. Meanwhile, as the ordinances in my own family backed up higher and higher because I was in student wards with no access to the endowment or other endowed people, I was just stuck and alone.

Then the identity of the mysterious young man I would eventually marry was revealed to me. Hurray! And we both went on missions. We were planning our wedding. And after years of alienating my family with all the milestones of my adult life they didn't get to witness because I was *IN UTAH* thousands of miles away, I wanted to have a ring ceremony so they could at least watch me get married.

"You can't do that."

And every reason I was given, especially the one that it took away from the validity and the sacredness of my temple sealing, was later disavowed when they did away with this rule.

ALL OF THIS TO SAY, I've been in the Church for almost 18 years. I have seen so many changes come into the Church and its culture in that time. The things that were impediments to me as a young believer and convert are no longer there, in part because I left so many bloody knuckle prints on heaven's door, pleading for these things to change. Heaven bore witness to how many times I was told "You can't do that" by my own community—with shallow, indefensible reasons for why my journey needed to be so much harder and lonelier than it needed to be.

Changes like these do not come about simply by waiting. They come because the faithful, especially those who are most affected by the lack of change, keep praying and pleading with heaven for change. The hurt goes on the altar because it never should've been mine to carry. Let God witness it. Let him see, feel, and know the burdens I bore in his name, solely at the behest of my community whose reasoning for it was poor and indefensible, because it all came down to a single failure: they couldn't begin to imagine the impacts of their choices were having on me. And until they could begin to understand it, they could never conceive of why their status quo needed to change. Their ignorance and desire to remain in what was familiar and comfortable was a form of bondage to me. That was true.

But what was equally true was that there was nothing wrong or evil in pushing back against all of that, with all the strength I possessed. I would live to see so many of these stumbling blocks I encountered change for those who came behind me. Young people in my church community today don't have to make many of the same choices I did anymore—and thank God for that! I called down the powers of heaven to me to witness these burdens so no one else would ever have to carry them again! I have been witness to the power that these prayers—my prayers—have had to build the kingdom of God on the earth by affecting these changes.

And we're not done. There are many more such changes that need to come to fruition , including (but not limited to) making the Church fully accessible to everyone in our community. Our LGBTQIA+ and disabled people, our women and single Saints, our marginalized, abused, and forgotten in communities of color all over this world.

The kingdom of Heaven is not built, our work is not finished, until ALL are safely gathered in. That is, until they all CAN be safely gathered in. Until all that resists unity, diversity, equity, and inclusion that will define Heaven are removed by the Saints, whose job it is to build that kingdom. To never say again to someone who is trying to come to Christ "You can't do that."

Because with enough time, and effort from the Saints, you'll find they can, in fact, do that.

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