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@chellaciouschelevision
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beach day with the science team
inspired by this image:
put spikes on your wheelchair's handles. wrap barbed wire around your cane or crutch so it'll hurt like a motherfucker if someone kicks or grabs it from under your hand. wear a personal alarm and pull the pin every time someone moves you without your consent, leans on your chair, takes a seat on your rollator, taps your hearing aid, steals your AAC device. scream for help when you're abducted. wail like you're in agony when people trip you up or knock into you. take pepper spray to the grocery store. take a knife to the club. leave cards that say "fuck you" under the wipers of inconsiderately parked cars and scratch access codes for bathrooms on the outside of the door. we are not begging for mercy, we're fighting dirty. we have to.
someone grabbed my wheelchair today and then shouted "ouch! there's spikes!"
YEAH!! GET FUCKED !!!!!!
I witnesses someone trying to shove a wheelchair user because they felt the wheelchair wasn't going fast enough, I guess. Not even a second later, this asshole is screaming in pain because the handles had razor wire on them the back of the wheelchair had a sign saying "do not touch."
NGL, I was laughing and gave the wheelchair user a nod. They just kept on going after a nod and wink at me. Fucking amazing.
When I was in hs, I had to use crutches a few times. Classmates though it was funny to kick them while I'm standing. Soooo I glues nails on the bottom 18 inches or so. Two students screaming and yelling resulted in no one kicking them again.
Do not fuck with mobility devices. They are an extension of our body. If you decide to violate our boundaries, be prepared for retaliation, much like if someone shoved or pushed you. Keep yourself to yourself.
https://medium.com/@jencoates/i-am-a-transwoman-i-am-in-the-closet-i-am-not-coming-out-4c2dd1907e42
If I was going to make anything my first real post on here I might as well post my girl trans greg. Sparkle on.
an array of alters blessed upon your timeline . no chel here. but there is:
- snow (she/it)
- memory (any/all)
- emeryl (she/they)
- rexie (she/mew (/it?))
- jetta (she/her)
unlike certain other platforms, i think if i said cis is a slur here i would be eaten alive by a pack of real life wolves
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
Fuck man
Computer Gaming World - January 2002 Monopoly Tycoon
i am now getting dozens of posts in arabic on my fyp for some reason? this is why social media should have stuck to following people and getting that timeline to work. tumblr isnt built to handle an algorithm its like expecting a baby to figure out world peace before it learns how to talk
last time i went to subway i went to the bathroom and a trans girl was LOUDLY fucking her cis gf in a stall and the employees said it was too awkward for them to do anything
peace love and joy on planet earth. i dont see the problem
wtf. theres a trans girls who eat subway account
hey this is gonna seem like a really weird poll but: fnf fans. would you like to see any of these specific things turned into an fnf mod? if you like more than one of these things just pick ur favorite (or all of the above)
fnf mods!
hlvr:ai
the binding of isaac
homestuck
Green Monika Takeover
lethal league
plok like the snes game
tf2
asoingbob
all of the above
9.1% of you are gonna be very pleased with something that i might be working on
Gordon considers himself a big guy and has trouble fitting through small passages.
i found my ipad! so its jade time :B
WarioWare: Touched! (2004)
"a painting of a person standing in the middle of a field"
occasionally i like to "re-do" these posts in midjourney when it makes a particularly striking one. just givin it an oil change.
i try 2 use the tags for style stuff and it usually works out. i like the weird light needle