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ind. blog for adam w. thomas / ruined by kam

[byetiye]

(  cracks  knuckles  )  revamping  this  blog  probably.  might  make  a  new  promo  &  icons  ,  but  i’ll  probably  draw  them  By  Hand  Myself  so  that  might  take  a  while.  um.  flipping  back  &  forth  on  whether  i  want  to  archive  this  acc  &  make  a  new  one  or  just  go  through  saving  &  deleting  posts  so  Also  stay  tuned  for  that. 

[byetiye]

adam  as  he  is  now  would  eat  the  previous  adam  alive  oh  my  god  ??  late  2010s  adam  sitting  there  shaking  rattling  sobbing  crying  when  adam  now  would  be  like  (  insert  wary  look  &  worried  frown  combo  here  )

[byetiye]

what  he  gained  in  saying  “  good  lord  (  frightened  )  “  he  lost  in  his  soaked  in  milk  nature.

[byetiye]

adam  as  he  is  now  would  eat  the  previous  adam  alive  oh  my  god  ??  late  2010s  adam  sitting  there  shaking  rattling  sobbing  crying  when  adam  now  would  be  like  (  insert  wary  look  &  worried  frown  combo  here  )

[byetiye]

fifteen  followers  ,,  how  did  i  even  get  that  many  hold  on  a  second  ,,

[byetiye]

yall  i  completely  forgot  i  had  this  acc.  like  ,,  no  one  follows  me  on  here  &  i  sat  here  digging  like  a  madman  through  my  emails  to  find  the  right  one  but  like  ,,  wow  i  used  to  write  huh.

[aseaofquotes]

Albert Camus, Happy Death

[weltenwellen]

Anne Sexton, from “The Sickness Unto Death”, The Complete Poems

[toldyoulies]

[byetiye]

“You don’t bring your phone with you? How do you check messages or do … Anything?” No wonder Adam can’t get around, Blyre thinks, he’s basically a helpless old man. He feels bad for the comparison, but he can’t say it doesn’t seem accurate. He sounds confused and concerned. “Like, order an Uber? Or use maps? Or…” Or anything.

“Well, I was going to ask for your number, but I don’t think it’d do me much good.” He says with a teasing smile, wondering briefly if this was a bad time to get his number. He found Adam fascinating, some times even his fast paced city nonsense got boring and he wanted a change of pace. “Y'know, I could teach you how to text and stuff. You’d be a pro.”

At the mention of the woman, his eyes flick back. “Maybe not. I dunno, I think it depends on who her service is with. Mine are usually okay.” When he remembered to pay his bill, that was. “Oh, I hope it’s a big dog. Big dogs are so cute. Like, a Rottweiler? Or a Great Dane? Y'know, one that’s basically a horse? … Probably a little tea cup dog though. She seems like the type.”

PHONES  FEEL  ODD  IN  THE  HANDS  OF  SOMEONE  LIKE  ADAM.  he knows how to use his phone to an acceptable degree , but he never uses it for anything outside of calling people or taking grainy pictures of things he sees. 

‘ i don’t , i guess , ’ adam answers. ‘ i just kind of go through things the , uh , long way. it’s not too bad ! i don’t think it’s too bad. you could have my number , though. you seem busy , but i hope it could come in handy one day. ’

it takes only a moment for adam to find a pen in one of his pants pockets. it only takes a few more for him to write down his phone number and name in small , looped letters and numbers with decidedly even spacing between them.

as he checks over his own writing to make sure it’s legible , he smiles at the thought of the woman once more. ‘ i have a big dog at home. not too big , but big enough to knock you down if you’re not careful. do , uh — i hope this isn’t too personal — do you have a dog at home ? you seemed like the kind of person to prefer cats. ’

exhaling , adam turns his eyes to blyre after glancing over the slip of paper a few more times. ‘ it’s fine if it’s on paper , right ? ’ uncertain hands begin to fold the paper into halves.  ‘ you’d be okay with that ? i don’t know how you’d put it in your phone. ’

[noping-out-deactivated20241117]

Just for once I’d like to tell the gate agents and flight attendants that my folding wheelchair is going into the onboard closet and not have them tell me there’s “no room”. Bitch that’s a wheelchair closet, not a “your bags” closet. Move your damn bags where they belong.

[noping-out-deactivated20241117]

Ok, so according to my friendly aviation expert, this is a Big Fucking Deal. In fact, if an airline argues with you about putting your wheelchair in the wheelchair closet or even suggests there may not be room, unless there is already another passenger’s wheelchair in that closet, they have violated federal law.

CFR Title 14, Chapter II, Subchapter D, Part 382, Subpart E, Section 382.67, Subsection (e)

“As a carrier, you must never request or suggest that a passenger not stow his or her wheelchair in the cabin to accommodate other passengers (e.g., informing a passenger that stowing his or her wheelchair in the cabin will require other passengers to be removed from the flight), or for any other non-safety related reason (e.g., that it is easier for the carrier if the wheelchair is stowed in the cargo compartment).”

Source

This is hugely important because it means that if this happens to you, you should report their asses to the DOT. Why? Because these statistics are published every year for every airline, and the airline gets a huge ass fine for every violation. If we want to see change, we need to make airlines literally pay every time they treat us this way.

[thefreakhasgreeneyes]

@annieelainey you should share this with your followers! This is important info!!

[coolmanfromthepast]

To my mutuals on wheels, print out the law before you fly and whip it out at the gate if they don’t accomodate your wheels.

[typical-atheist-scumbag]

Thanks a lot for posting this, bro! Flying while crippled is already difficult enough without people pulling this kind of shit. Also, make sure that if there is a piece of your wheelchair or something important missing off of it, that you make a big fucking deal out of it! I’ve had pieces fall off of my wheelchair and nearly lost a decoration I had on it that meant a lot to me because people were careless with my chair. Don’t let them mistreat your wheelchair.

[prismatic-bell]

Non-wheelchair folks:

Now that you know, speak up.

You never know when you’re going to see someone who needs an ally.

[maggierogers]

[byetiye]

“Oh man. Glad I made the cut.” Blyre said with a teasing smile, elbowing the other gently. “Or kind of railroaded you onto the subway with me. Hm.” He said, biting his lip in thought.

“You talk about it like you’re old. But you can’t be that much older than me.” Blyre says, shaking his head. “You need practice. Like, some one to text. You do have a cell phone right?” He asked, digging his phone out of the jacket pocket. It a middle line Android, one he probably stole from some one.

“Ooh, maybe. A dogsitter would be cute. Or maybe she’s an out-of-towner and texting home.” He suggested, thinking. “Or an out of Towner who’s texting her dog sitter.”

AN  OLD  SOUL  EMBODIED  BY  SOMEONE  MUCH  TOO  YOUNG.  adam considers the fact that , yeah , he does sound older than he really should when speaking about something as simple as typing. with flushed cheeks , adam laughs to himself. 

‘ i do have a phone , but it’s not here with me right now. in the apartment , on my bed. ’ if adam expected to be robbed , he would have at least considered bringing it , but he knows he would have found a reason to leave it at home , anyways. ‘ i don’t , ah , take it with me ? often , at  least. i should. ’

when blyre takes out his own phone , there is a brief moment where adam — either in surpise or simple amazement — can only stare at the android with his lips parted in preparation for unsaid words of practiced praise. when those words pause at the tip of adam’s tongue , the auburn haired boy only offers a grim smile before glancing back towards the texting woman. 

‘ i hope her messages send , ’ adam mumbles , his mind more focused on clearing the image of the woman than what she’s currently doing. ‘ will they send here ? i —  that sounds so awful , i’m sorry — i wonder what kind of dog she would have. if she was texting a dogsitter ? a collie , maybe. i don’t know. tiny dogs ? ’

[lovlae]

humanities majors b like this reading transcended the sociopolitical standpoints of our society’s psycho-socio-economic culture and interpersonal psychoanalysis that has caused discriminatory historicizing subjectivity with psychoanalytical influences with cognitive and biological roots

[mythwoven]

Alternate universe where I literally just to go to school forever (for free) so I can just learn about art and literature and history and languages for 100 years. No job skills. No credit requirements. No student loans. Just learning.

[byetiye]

“I don’t know about that. You think flip flop man is trying to be stylish?” He asked, trying not to burst out in a fit of giggles and draw attention to them. “Nah, flip flops are functional, not fashion-al.” They’re barely functional in Blyre’s mind, but he doesn’t add that. Gotta give the guy some merit.

“So positive, I don’t believe you could be a bad influence on anyone!” He’s harkening back to what feels like seven conversations ago, but was mere minutes in the past. He found Adam easy to talk to, conversations flinting by in the blink of an eye.

“Hm, she might be texting. She doesn’t look like she’s typing very fast, but maybe she’s just bad at it.” Blyre was a whiz at cell phones and typing. He’d send you a book about whatever dumb thought crossed his mind at the speed of light. Don’t ask him to type on a tactile keyboard, though! He barely knows how they work.

BAD  INFLUENCES  ARE  EASY  TO  REMEMBER  ,  IT’S  THE  GOOD  ONES  ADAM  HAS  TO  WORK  TO  REMEMBER.  ‘ i don’t think i’ve had an influence on anyone in either direction in a long time , ’ adam whispers. ‘ perks of , uh , being a little bit selective , i guess. ’

if adam could call his caution ‘ being selective , ’ that is. he feels like a liar , but he brushes the feeling from his mind with little more than a grimace. 

‘ perhaps , ’ adam agrees. ‘ i mean , i don’t really type fast , either. never really , uh , got too used to technology. ’

another partial lie ; a burst of guilt crashes through adam’s chest. ‘ you seem good at it , though. ’ that seems true enough that everything calms , just for a moment. ‘ i wonder who she’s talking to , though. maybe a friend ? her dogsitter ? ’ 

[byetiye]

Blyre shook his head. “Nah, I’ve never been a fan of school pressure. I mean, that sounds so boring but it’s probably fine for you because you’re much smarter than I am.” It’s not a compliment, but a fact? “I like other kinds of pressure, though. Like having a full section on a busy night and trying to tend to everyone.”

“I’m glad I could distract you from that today, then! All work and no play, y'know, like what those people say.” He nudged him lightly with an elbow, giggling at the other man. “No, no, I think I’m the bad influence right now. But I think you could use one!”

“Thanks, love. I try to be stylish!” He leaned back in his seat, glancing around before motioning at a woman smiling at her phone. “What do you think she’s doing? I bet she’s playing flappy bird.” He asked, his voice going back to a whisper.

WITHOUT  HESITATION  ,  COOL  HANDS  PUSH  AUBURN  HAIR  BEHIND  AN  EAR  STILL  HOLDING  THE  LAST  VESTIGES  OF  FLUSH  FROM  MOMENTS  BEFORE. ‘ everyone is smart in their own right , ’ adam offers , his head tipped down as he squints into the crowd in search for the aforementioned woman. ‘ oh , and you’re welcome. i think everyone does , in their own way. the stylish thing , i mean. ’

then again , some people could hardly care less about being stylish or not , so long as they were wearing something. a small piece of adam understands that , too. he understands a lot , these days.

‘ or looking at cute photos of things . ’ adam adds , blinking a little as she shifts her eyes up before looking back down at her phone. ‘ or is she talking to someone ? texting , i mean. ’

[abnormall]

i just want to be important to someone