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oneheadtoanother

#jeppe #you to rob

man i feel like shit rn

i'm sure i'll feel better at 5am tomorrow when i start my 14-hour day😌

fuck-customers

#eemalee #ennakke

guelwaar

people love the idea of the mean girl nurse pipeline because it problematises medical abuse as a personal perversion rather than understanding it as a product of broadly held ableist values and its like, if this was only about ontologically evil teenage girls choosing to enter a profession because of their unique sadism then you really wouldnt expect to see the exact same forms of abuse pervading all arrangements of paid, unpaid, formal, ad hoc, and familial caretaking as well -- its more comforting to believe the nurse was just a preexisting bad person than that most of the world broadly hates disabled people and will abuse, neglect, and gaslight them if given power over their care

moniquill

Nuance: both these things can be true. While it is in fact a systemic issue of ableism, medical caregivers are -like parents and cops- a self selected group that offers authority and access to vulnerable people. This makes it attractive to people who (often without knowing/recognizing this fact about themselves) seek to exert authority and control over others who do not have the power to stop them.

triangleguy

why is she fat

is this about chell. Ummmmm becayuse i said so .

triangleguy

skinny people dont work in my art style ): and theyre hard to draw too this is just easier for me....... not everyone can draw skinny people some people struggle with that and cant fix it ):

triangleguy

ok this post blew up and i keep seeing people who are trying to find my chell art so im just gonna put a bunch here. enjoy

beardedmrbean

iftadwascool

cha0ticlesbian

Don’t ask me why but I think Elijah Wood would do great on game changer

teathattast

sillybillytime

Being trans is like being given a house that sucks. The pipes are leaky and the wallpaper is so ugly and the beds are lumpy and you feel uncomfortable every time you set foot in there.

Everyone else seems to really like their houses though, and you can’t see inside of them, so you just assume that you’re being weird.

And then you hear about the construction project that’s happening down the road. And you didn’t know that was an option. You can just…fix your house? It can be better? You don’t have to live with the horrible lighting and weird furniture?

But other people scoff at the construction. They complain about the noise. “Why can’t they just be happy? The plumbing is great and the furniture is so comfortable! Why would you change it? And why do we have to deal with all their issues anyways? They could just do it quietly, away from us!” And you thought everyone hated their houses, at least a little. And it’s so much work to renovate. It’s fine in your house. It sucks, but it’s fine.

Then one day you try putting up a new painting. Something small. Just for you. Just to try it. And it feels like you. It feels right. And you didn’t know anything felt that good, ever. So you start to do more. And more. And eventually you might even start construction. And it’s inconvenient, and loud, and people complain, but you didn’t know that it could feel good to go home.

And then, one day, your renovations are done. And you get to have a home like everyone else. And that joy you felt looking at that painting? It’s everywhere now. And it’s normal.

It’s hard to build the home for your soul all on your own. But it’s worth it. It’s so worth it