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fatphobic "science" is always like If you eat nothing but a dozen hot dogs a day you will KILL yourself. we asked this skinny raw vegan man to do just that for a month and he said his tummy felt bad
and teachers will show you this in class
Happy Holidays!🥳💕
Have you seen the movie “Encanto”? If not then anything with Jiang Cheng is fine 🎊
If Alma had been anything less, then Encanto would not have survived. Alma did not just receive a miracle, but she has to perform one too. She had to lead their new village and settle their people all while raising her three children without the love of her life. If Alma had been an inch softer, an ounce more unyielding, all would have been lost.
Casita knows this. Casita loves her.
But the circumstances which Casita was born of will not be what sustains her, what sustains the family within its walls, what sustains Encanto.
Things are different now. They need to be different now.
Alma will not live forever, and Casita loves her, but she is no longer what Encanto needs.
The triplets are too young and it is not time. First Isabella, then Dolores, Luisa, and Camilo. Casita is proud to have them, but they are not quite right for this.
Alma pulled off a miracle to protect and nourish Encanto along the miracle she’d been given. Her replacement must be able to lead differently, but just as well, just as strongly, with enough conviction to cleave a home out of the earth and stand as tall as the mountains that surround it.
Then Mirabel is born.
Sweet, darling Mirabel, who dances to the beat that no one else can hear, not even Dolores. No one except Alma.
The difference is Alma does not dance to it.
Mirabel is born and Casita knows.
She waits.
Mirabel stands in front of her, waiting for her door, and she is so small and so young and Casita makes it as clear as she can, tries to make it so Alma and their people will understand. It is too soon. Mirabel’s room is now Alma’s, but it’s not time, yet, but it will be. Casita dissolves the door and flickers the candle in Mirabel’s direction.
But things go wrong.
They do not understand.
Casita tries to speak to Alma, but even her Alma cannot understand her like Mirabel can, and no one listens. Bruno hides within her walls and Mirabel cries herself to sleep and Casita does not understand how it could have gone so wrong, how they can look at her Mirabel and think Casita has no gift to give her.
Casita gives her everything.
She gives Mirabel herself.
She gives her Encanto.
It is not a gift that can undone, but they do not understand, and Alma does not let Mirabel lead as Casita hoped she would. Cracks shift around its walls and it does it’s best, but now the miracle is stretched thin, pulled between Alma and Mirabel.
It would have all pulled apart so much sooner, except.
Except Bruno lives in her walls, hiding himself away to protect her Mirabel, and patches the cracks no one can see. Except Mirabel loves her family and loves Alma and does her best to walk in step with her even as her feet yearn to move to a different beat.
Casita worries about Antonio.
Without Mirabel’s blessing, she cannot give him his door and his powers, but Mirabel does not know that she has to give it.
Thankfully, Mirabel walks Antonio to his door, and it is enough.
But at the same time, it is not enough.
Mirabel can’t help but feel as if she doesn’t belong and Alma holds tightly to a power she doesn’t know she can safely relinquish and it all comes apart. Everything is tearing itself apart, Encanto is tearing itself apart, and all Casita wants is to get everyone to safety, to get them as far from the center of disaster as she can.
But her Mirabel tells her to bring her to the candle, and she listens.
Alma screams at her to stop, and she does not listen.
Encanto is Mirabel’s now. Mirabel’s to protect, Mirabel’s to love, and Mirabel’s to break.
Casita falls to pieces and folds herself around her Mirabel. She is sad, but she is not disappointed, not upset, not capable of anything besides love for her Mirabel.
It will take a miracle to bring her back, to heal her broken family and restore magic to Encanto.
Casita would not have chosen Mirabel if she wasn’t capable of miracles.
We just knew.
As a reminder, this is what she looks like:
Also I hope everyone knows that Miette was fostered before she was adopted, and her foster mom loved that little kitten so much and always hoped she’d gone to a good home. this tweet got so popular that she recognized Miette and reached out to her current mom, and was able to share previously unseen baby pictures
You mean, she saw Miette was kicked like the football and did nothing to help put Mother in jail for a thousand years? I am appalled.
her!!!
Baby Miette!!!
Babe wake up new Miette lore just dropped
Hey, did you know that Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera novel is available free on Wikisource or Project Gutenberg? Did you also know that it is completely gloriously bugfuck bonkers?
When the ballerinas are talking they hear a noise outside, and the head ballerina goes to check it out with the knife she always has, straight up ready to stab a ghost
The phantom shows up at the dinner party between the new and old managers and nobody says anything because they all think he’s with the other guys
He doesn’t have any dramatic entry to the masquerade ball - he’s just wandering around in a cape with DON’T TOUCH THIS GUY embroidered on it in gold, and when somebody does he grabs them and glares at them, because come on, man, my cape asked you to do one thing
The phantom’s name is Erik. We know this because my dude is constantly talking about himself in the third person like an anime imouto
Ever wonder why there’s suddenly a horse in the musical? Turns out it’s because he just fuckin’ steals one. Dude gets himself a basement horse.
His lair is a house on an underground lake with specifically surreal “middle-class” decorations. Dude has, like, cabinets from Pottery Barn
Except for his own room, which is all in black, and where this goth motherfucker sleeps in a literal coffin because “One has to get used to everything in life, even to eternity”
Dude goes out shopping and makes lunch. Christine specifically talks about eating some shrimp and a chicken wing that he’d set out like fuckin’ Pagan Min
Christine has way more spine and agency than in the musical. Erik doesn’t just randomly decide to bring her back from the first abduction; she deliberately butters him up over two weeks to convince him she’ll come back if he lets her go
Then when Raoul demands to know where she’s been she’s like buddy I was at the corner of Nunya and Business
It’s also her own idea to stay so Erik can see her sing on stage one more time
Erik’s eyes specifically glow in the dark. This is relevant because one night Raoul thinks he sees glowing eyes out on the balcony. He tries turning the light on and off a couple times, and they’re still there, and not answering when he calls out. So he is sure it’s the Phantom and shoots him with a gun. There’s some blood and Raoul’s brother is like dude you shot a cat, and it’s never mentioned again, so I guess there really is a cat out there with a scar and a very weird story
The phantom claims that the chandelier just did that
And that’s before it gets really insane.
.Then in the second half of the book,
This is the part where we learn the methods by which the phantom kills people, and every single one is fucking amazing
Even just the good old basic lasso has a bonkers backstory where he worked for a sultana murdering convicts for her amusement, and “the little sultana herself learned to wield the Punjab lasso and killed several of her women and even of the friends who visited her,” which seems like it would cut down a lot on visits
He actually has an extensive employment history, including being a contractor working on the opera house, so I guess all the other construction workers were just like, “Yep, that’s ol’ skullface mixing the cement”
One deathtrap is called the Siren. This is where he has an alarm set up that tells him when somebody is approaching the lake, so he can go swim into it and then near the surface to breathe and sing through a reed until the intruder, drawn by the music, comes close enough that he can jump up and drown them. Which is just so many steps
The managers try to catch the phantom picking up his salary (he has a salary he is very insistent about), but when they look in the envelope he’s replaced it with the old-timey France version of Monopoly money. There’s a whole sequence about them trying to evade getting their money taken. It is seriously like 2 chapters.
Have I mentioned that Raoul cries a bunch? Because he does
Enter the Persian, who is (along with Christine) the real hero of the whole thing, and whose job it is to get this twink through the plot alive
Erik calls the Persian “you great booby” at least 4 times
So you know how before I said that Erik goes out shopping? Did you wonder how he does that? The Persian tells you. “When he went out in the streets or ventured to show himself in public, he wore a pasteboard nose, with a mustache attached to it, instead of his own horrible hole of a nose. This did not quite take away his corpse-like air, but it made him almost, I say almost, endurable to look at.”
Bitch puts on a Groucho nose and mustache to go buy shrimp
One of the spooky things attributed to the Opera Ghost is a “floating head of fire” in the basement, which turns out to just be the ratcatcher guy walking around with a red lantern and a shitton of rats
Raoul and the Persian get into Erik’s lair through what they keep calling “the Communists’ road”
As somebody mentioned before, Erik’s whole plan is to marry Christine and have a nice regular house with no pit traps because “now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a wife like everybody else and to take her out on Sundays.” Dude just wants a place in the suburbs
And then slide directly into getting trapped his Room What Is For Killin’ People and accomplish absolutely nothing
The Killin’ People room is a bunch of mirrored walls with an iron tree so that it looks like you’re trapped in an infinite forest - specifically “an African forest!” because there are also heating elements so you get super hot and thirsty and delirious and eventually hang yourself. This takes a while, so Erik hangs around behind the scenes freaking them out more by using instruments to make lion noises. I have to love any murder method that requires foley work
The phantom is apparently nicknamed “the trap-door lover”
While they’re trapped in murder room, the Persian does all the useful work of searching the walls for the escape switch, while Raoul just runs around flipping out. Seriously the most useful thing he does is flop down on the ground for a while because then the Persian is like, good, he’s out of the way and not bonking into the mirrors like a Pomeranian
Eventually they find the switch escape into a basement full of gunpowder
This chapter is called “Barrels! Barrels!”
Because, see, Erik’s plan is - stick with me here. There are a little scorpion and a little grasshopper on the mantel, and if Christine says “yes” to marrying him, she’s supposed to turn the scorpion around, and if she says “no,” she’s supposed to turn the grasshopper around. Because the grasshopper lights a thing that will make the barrels explode and blow up the Opera House. Erik emphases this threat by constantly saying that the grasshopper “hops jolly high!”
When Christine eventually does agree in order to keep her friends from being very complicatedly murdered, she is like, “Hey, wait a minute, you’re sure the scorpion is the one that DOESN’T explode everything, right?” and the phantom’s like “Yes, it is definitely probably not not not the exploding one”
Except what the scorpion does is flood the basement/murder room, so the dudes almost drown instead, until Christine is like OKAY OKAY I WILL MARRY YOU AND I WILL THROW IN A BONUS OF NOT KILLING MYSELF, which she earlier tried to do by bashing her head against the wall, holy shit
So then the dudes are okay and kicked out. And we learn about Christine showing compassion and then being let go from Erik, who goes and talks to the Persian about it
Look, say what you will about Andrew Lloyd Webber, simplifying this part was…it was a good decision
And then. Once the phantom has come and told the whole rest of the story to the Persian, our last glimpse of him is as he gets into a cab
Motherfucker takes an Uber home and is never seen again
for some disabled ppl their disability is a gift that they feel they’re a better person for having & they wouldn’t change it for the world for some disabled ppl their disability is the worst thing that ever happened to them & they’d give anything not to have it for most disabled ppl their disability is neither or both. their feelings are somewhere inbetween or all over the map. completely neutral or shifting between the extremes all of these are perfectly valid relationships to have w/ your disability. none of them are wrong or right or inherently healthy or unhealthy. they just are what they are. if you wanna improve your relationship w/ your disability that’s fine. if you don’t that’s fine too. the only thing that’s not fine is telling someone that their relationship w/ their own disability is wrong
Disabled Person: “I struggle with this.”
Ableist: “I don’t believe you. It’s not normal to struggle with that.”
Disabled Person: “I struggle with this because of a disability.”
Ableist: “I don’t believe you. Unless you’ve been diagnosed, you don’t have a disability.”
Disabled Person: “I struggle with this because of a diagnosed disability.”
Ableist: “I don’t believe you. You’re high functioning. Disabilities are overdiagnosed. You’re nothing like those low functioning people who actually struggle.”
Watch this stir up a shitstorm because you’re not REALLY disabled if you could find the will to get on the computer and type this out
“You’re using your disability as an excuse not to do this” Is probably one of the grosser things you can say to a disabled person, regardless of whether their disability is physical, mental or other, regardless of it’s visibility.
Don’t say that to disabled people, it makes you super gross and proves you don’t actually care about us.
my disability is not an excuse it is my reality, it disables me from doing things that are normal to you
Disabled Person: I can’t do this.
Ableist: Yes you can. Quit using your disability as an excuse. The only disability in life is a bad attitude.
Disabled Person: I can do this.
Ableist: Then you’re not really disabled. You’re just faking, which is offensive to actual disabled people.
“dont let your disability change who you are!!1 youre still the same you!! uwu”
lmao no im not. see, being disabled isnt this cute little trend people think it is, its not like you can just choose to “be above it and not conform”, it isnt a temporary feeling thatll go away in a while like a broken arm or a sprained ankle, its agonizing and scary thing that has changed my life in so many ways.
what people dont understand is, in order for me to live with the changes that were forced upon me, i HAVE to change too. I have to learn and adjust to the life ive been given, I cant be the same person i was before, i wouldnt be able to survive if i was.
dont tell me not to change, because I dont get the choice in that, and neither do you. dont tell me “oh… youre different now” yeah bitch i am, its almost like my life has become dramatically different, dont come @ me for changing, for finding a way to live with my illness.
dont tell me not to change, dont guilt me up because im not the same person as before.
you dont have my illness, you dont have to deal with the changes, you dont have to change. so you dont get to talk to me about this shit.
you dont get to choose how i live my life, you dont get to choose how i change, when i change, and how different ill be, because i had to change to live with my illness. hell, I didnt even get to choose that.
and you dont get to tell me whether my change was for better or worse.
just a thought, but maybe instead of getting mad at others for having accommodations while you're struggling, you could, idk... ask for accommodations?
it's been said many times before but if you're considering a mobility aid then you already need it. mobility aids don't help people who don't need them! to people who don't need them they're too inconvenient to use! people who don't need a mobility aid don't spend time wondering if they do need one!
if you are considering a mobility aid, you already need it.
"oh so it's women support women until--" yes actually, sometimes women do not in fact do things worth supporting and other women criticizing them isn't some sort of affront to feminism
Anti war activist Harvey Milk. That Harvey Milk. Cool cool cool cool cool
Fun fact. Harvey milk was dishonorably discharged from the military for being gay. Years after his death, the military sought to make amends and change the status of his discharge, however, Harvey Milk’s family refused. They preferred that Harvey’s dishonorable discharge stay on record indefinitely so no one would forget the military’s history of discrimination.
Types of Abuse
Physical Abuse: Physical abuse is one of the types of abuse people think of the most when they hear the term “abuse.” This can include hitting, slapping, kicking, punching, choking or even physically not allowing a partner to leave or any number of things that leave someone feeling physically not safe.
Sexual Abuse: Sexual abuse is another commonly thought of type of abuse when people consider the word “abuse.” This might include rape and other non-consensual sexual acts. It can also include objectifying the victim, degrading them for getting sexual pleasure, or other situations where there is no physical abuse but sex is still used to demean or control the victim.
Emotional Abuse: Emotional abuse can include a wide range of acts, which are generally intended to break down the self-confidence, and the mental and emotional stability of the victim. Someone who uses this type of abuse might call a person names or otherwise humiliate or degrade them to damage their self-worth. They also might gaslight a victim so that they have trouble trusting their own memory, and isolate or otherwise control them in order to make them more dependent on the abuser.
Financial/Economic Abuse: This is a form of abuse where one person has control over the other person’s resources, forcing the victim to rely on the abuser financially. This could also mean not allowing the person to pursue finding a job, education, and could even mean spending the victim’s money without consent. This is not uncommon in domestic violence situations as well as elder abuse situations. Financial abuse frequently occurs alongside other types of abuse, and inability to be financially independent after abuse (due to lack of job, abuser ruining the victim’s credit, etc) is one of the most common reasons victims return to their abusers.
Cultural Abuse: One of the less well-recognized forms of abuse (but not less valid). This form of abuse occurs when an abuser uses a person’s cultural identity, or aspects of it, in order to inflict abuse. Some examples might include denying the victim access to their cultural or spiritual community, preventing the victim from observing their cultural practices, forcing the victim to do things which are in conflict with their cultural beliefs, misusing cultural traditions to normalize abusive behaviours or otherwise enable other abuse, or insulting or shaming someone for their cultural identity. I want to mention that the term “culture” is really broad and could also mean things like threatening to “out” someone for being LGBTQ+ or using racial slurs.
Any and all types of abuse are valid. All of them can cause trauma, or any number of feelings as a result. If your trauma comes from any form of abuse, your trauma is valid.
"Mobility devices are an extension of our bodies. When they are damaged or destroyed, we become re-disabled," Engracia Figueroa said in July
This is unconscionable. 💙🥄
TL;DR for y’all, she has a spinal injury that requires special support. After her chair was damaged beyond repair in the cargo hold, she was left stranded in the airport for five hours without proper support for her injury. She was given a loaner chair by the airlines, who refused to buy her a new chair, claiming hers was repairable. Over the next FOUR MONTHS without an adequate replacement, she developed exacerbation of her spinal injury requiring multiple hospitalizations, and skin ulcers from the chair she was given. The skin ulcers became gangrenous and spread to her pelvis and hip, which had to be surgically removed. Yes. part of her pelvis. had to be removed. However, the infection had already spread and become systemic, leading to her death on Oct 31st, less than four months after her chair was damaged.
also from the article: it is estimated that 29 mobility devices are destroyed or damaged EVERY DAY. and I’m going to assume those are only the ones that are REPORTED.
My mom has worked in the airline industry for three decades; I had no idea it was anywhere near this bad. Please be an advocate for your disabled friends and family, and support their concerns when they say no, actually. this isn’t okay.
The screenshot above says:
"Following the July incident, a United spokesperson said that the company apologized to Figueroa and was working to reach a resolution with the repair company. The Department of Transportation estimates that airlines damage or destroy 29 mobility devices a day."
Remember when Gollum told Sam to give it to him raw
Jumping from child care to private security really messes with you. I keep saying "oopsie daisy" and encouraging drunk folks to "go home, drink some water and take a nap, and let's try again in 24 hours, okay?" Best part by far is that it's working. Guy went like he was going to fight me the other day and his buddy said "you leave the nice lady alone"
