*nods understandingly* (doesn't get it)

Starting out as an art account, this quickly escalated into chaos :'D Still, be welcome, have some tea, take a look around my gremlin hoard !18+ content somewhere in the mix!

[minttttttttttttttttttttttttttt]

sorry but this video is like a parasitic species to me

10h edit: GUYS THIS IS NOT MY VIDEO IT'S BY VAVR

[demonius-darkblade]

hate how they forced bugs bunny into anti-weed propaganda in the 90s, as if bugs bunny wouldn’t love smoking weed 

[clayboy2000-deactivated20210427]

To be perfectly fair, bugs bunny would also love taking money for starring in anti-weed propaganda and then using said money to buy weed

[violencevoyager-deactivated2022]

bugs bunny is not real 

[zvaigzdelasas]

[xylophonicsynapse]

[9mothsinspace]

Living in a dorm and with 12 ppl on my floor. Being fairly introverted, I largely stay out of floor shenanigans, but boi sometimes the tea is so good.

Currently I'm somehow the ace confidant for a messy breakup

and a dedicated member of the gossip group for the new floor member we don't like (very conservative, overbearing jerk)

[lejay-the-impossible]

Even as a non shipper I gotta appreciate the endless comedic potential of these two's relationship

Also sorry for the Benedict Cumberbatch jumpscare, I haven't seen this movie but did hear this role was kinda offensive. I'm not supporting bad representation but this was the image that popped up in my head when I thought of "something else" that could actually be funny. Feel free to roast me on that

[lobstabear]

To my 25 - 35 year olds, you've reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. Don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.

[knittingontheroad]

I became a tattoo artist at 49.

Married the love of my life at 50.

Got my Class A CDL at 59.

You've got time.

As long as you're breathing, you've got time.

[queen-mihai]

I started hrt at 39

Until then, I looked..... well let's just say, "different"

The point is, I thought that's all I would be.

Don't get caught up in that energy. It's a trick. We all go through it.

You can be who and what you want to be

And you can start any time

[mathilde-emilia]

Between 17y and 28y were the darkest times of my life.

Then i stopped trying to be the person my family wanted me to be and turned my life around and started to be myself.

I lost most of my family and friends but in return found new friends who love and accept me as myself, now at 32 even though I'm still struggling, things are now definitely looking up, im no longer suicidal and have actually plans, hope and dreams for the future.

[apricoctopus]

I randomly thought about face tattoos in Infernal in Baldur's Gate 3 and had to do this

[groovysarity]

[animentality]

[knightclubbing]

my liege is that item on the shelf too high for you to reach? fear not, i shall grab it for you. HNNNNNGHHH MMMMMHHGGH HHHHHHHH (cant reach it either)well shit my liege

[rhynee]

this is still one of my favorite explanations for gender

[womanguy]

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

[earendil-was-a-mariner]

Bilbo: wait I get it now. The dragon is a metaphor for greed and power. We need to ‘defeat’ it by being humble when we get the treasure.

Thorin: Bilbo, for the last time, it’s a real dragon and it has my gold

[the-august-one]

[9mothsinspace]

Heyyo fellow Bartimaeus and Lockwood lovers -

I'm currently debating whether I should start reading Jonathan Stroud's latest series

The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne

I wasn't terribly captured by the summary I read, so I wanted to ask y'all whether you would recommend it or not?

What are your thoughts on the series? Much appreciated :)

[heylsgowt]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

after a suicide attempt in 2016

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13

[elfwreck]

Some context: Texas and Arkansas share a corner border. Now, Texas is FECKING HUGE and there are many, many parts of Texas that cannot visit Arkansas overnight, but there are parts where it’s no trouble at all.

However, those places of Texas that are close to Arkansas, do not include “close to Fort Smith, Arkansas.”

The closest Texas gets to Fort Smith is about 185 miles (about 300km), at “a little closer than Texarkana.” (Dallas, fwiw, is about 275 miles/450km from Fort Smith.)

So the dad in this story drove at least SEVEN HOURS round trip, to pick up a bushel of plums for his little girl, in the hope that some almost-out-of-season fruit would convince her to go on living.

[v-lagopus]

Okay.

It’s bigger than this.

According to Wikipedia, the poet Mary Karr was born in 1955 and grew up in Groves, Texas and “lived there until she moved to Los Angeles in 1972.” So she would have been there when she was 13 and attempted suicide.

According to Google Maps, the shortest driving distance between Groves, TX and Fort Smith, AR is 439 miles (or 706 km for metric using folks).

That’s almost 8 hours of driving.

Almost 16 hours roundtrip.

(I assume he broke every speed limit he could.)

That’s how much this man loved his daughter.

May we all be worthy of such love.

May we all be capable of giving such love.

May we all have people in our lives with which we can share this love.

[golvio]

You don’t have to be worthy. To the people who truly matter, you deserve it solely for existing. “You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

[serenlitost]

☆ “You know that already, don’t you?”

Finally done! I’m proud of how it came out, I hope you like it :D

As always, go read the original “Midnight strangers” on AO3 by @seriouslycalamitous

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65744443/chapters/169312171

Will I do more of these in the future? Hopefully yes, I have a storyboard in my notes for another scarian fic and the notes for my dnd campaign comic, so look forward to that (it’ll probably take a while tho, cuz uni)

[seriouslycalamitous]

SICK AS HELL WOAH

[sickbitterandcoveredinglitter]

Like a month ago I messaged a craft group about accessibility for wheelchairs and the answer I got was “there’s a lot of stairs but we have cute boys who can carry you”. And it’s…not good. As a wheelchair bound person I largely depend on people when I want to go out and do *anything* so I’m used to it, I laugh it off, make an annoyed post about it and off I go. But I wanna just say a thing real quick.

Even if I wasn’t gay, wasn’t a survivor scared of men, getting help as a disabled person is just…Not a pleasant thing to us! Imagine for a sec how you’d feel being carried up a flight of stairs. You’re a grown person. You’re being touched in an awkward way. You’d rather do it yourself. You’re So Uncomfortable. It’s not where I look for the beginning of a romantic relationship. So like…could abled people stop doing this thing where they think helping us in a condescending and infantilizing way is cute? Cause I’m real tired. Just get me a ramp or lift and I’m cool. I don’t need a dating service when I’m just trying to go about my day

[sickbitterandcoveredinglitter]

If you’re abled please reblog it cause like…the more ppl knows the better

[lastoneout]

Probably preaching to the choir here, but while being carried is 100% embarrassing and infantalizing and not anywhere cloae to a real replacement for actual accessibility features, it’s also dangerous. A lot of people in wheelchairs, especially the non-ambulatory users, have conditions that could lead to injury or death if carried by someone who isn’t a firefighter, and even a firefighter would run the risk of hurting them.

So not only are you humiliating a disabled person by refusing to provide accessible spaces, you’re also suggesting that they put themselves at the mercy of someone who does not understand their condition and needs and likely who also hasn’t had any training in helping disabled people this way.

There’s a reason EMTs transport people on stretchers, and these are people trained to transport injured and disabled people safely. You’re way less likely to hurt someone if you carry them on a stretcher over your arms. Especially if, again, you’ve never been trained to move people on your own.

[transcyberism]

Yeah, when I used to work as a disability support worker - i.e., someone who was specifically trained to assist disabled people in various situations around the house and out in the community - we were FORBIDDEN from lifting anyone for *any* reason. we could help SUPPORT people, as in have people lean on or grip us as they moved themselves, like we could offer an arm to someone to help pull themselves upright, but we could not lift them completely up off of the floor. for things like getting out of bed or transferring to/from a chair there were assistive devices for that which we were required to use at all times. it was considered serious mistreatment (in a reportable, legal sense) if we ever attempted to pick someone up.