Growth doesnāt have to be huge to be real. Sometimes itās a single boundary. Sometimes itās getting through the day without collapsing. Sometimes itās choosing kindness toward yourself instead of criticism.
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Growth doesnāt have to be huge to be real. Sometimes itās a single boundary. Sometimes itās getting through the day without collapsing. Sometimes itās choosing kindness toward yourself instead of criticism.
What is your eye color?
A 10, 17, 40, or 50
A 20, 30, or 60
C 20, 30, or 40
D 10, 30, 37, or 50
D 20, 34, 40, or 60
T 7, 10, 15, or 17
T 20, 30, 40, or 50
BOTH of my eyes are two different colors.
ONE of my eyes is two different colors.
I donāt have eyes.
Genius Loci
I started writing this after reading a post about beesĀ @curlicuecalā made a while ago. Today I decided to finish it, and, a little miraculously, ended up following through.
She knows the animal as it enters.
It buzzes. She buzzes in response, but it means nothing. Her daughter, Lives-In-Peace-Near-Stone-Hives, knows of the buzzing, can know the thoughts within it, but she is not so clever.
She concentrates, so as to know it better. It flinches, shudders, as any mammal would, but it does not flee. To her, acts such as this is what set the beasts-who-know-fire apart from the other animals; proof that its kind knows of more than survival, or offspring, or survival of offspring. It is what makes them dangerous, and what makes them interesting
The animal attempts to use the limb-dancing language her sisters created so that they might communicate with the creaturesā ancestors. She is not well-versed in the language, and neither is it, but she can feel the outline of what it is saying. It needs her help, and it is desperate enough to ask for it.
She is intrigued. With a twist of effort, she ceases to know a strip of herself. The act is painful, but the meaning is clear to the creature: a path.
Abruptly, a desperate, primal fear grips her, but she recognizes the feeling, quells it. A temporary loss of control after the forceful reorganization. If the beasts can survive dozens of years depending on blood so near to their surface, she can very well bring this one to within a few feet of her heart.
She feels the prickling of the beastās passage on the edges of the channel she has created. Itās moving haphazardly; it wants to rush, but it is terrified of provoking her. She feels a vague sense of satisfaction that its kind still know to fear her after all this time.
It stops just in front of the dense knot of activity around her heart. She makes certain that she will not punish it for its trespass before reaching out, and knowing the beast once more. This close to her heart, her senses swarm more densely, her thoughts flick by in greater numbers, she is more. And she will know what message it is so desperate to convey.
The creatureās limbs dance, its movements slow and measured as it tries not panic. Your eggs are captured, it sweeps out. It isnāt making any sense; her eggs are housed right next to it, and they are quite safe. Our stone hives are endangered. Why would it come to her for help with this? Either of her daughters might rise to its aid, but though she no longer holds quite so much anger for its kind, she holds little love for them either.
The beast is shaking, a display of emotion. Droplets of water leak out of its eyes and slide down its cheeks. She is taken, your eggs are taken, our hives are taken. It is pleading, begging her to understand it, to know what it knows. And, suddenly, she does.
Not her eggs, her daughter. Not actual animal hives, but Lives-In-Peace-Near-Stone-Hives.
Rage grips her, and she embraces it, channels it into a fury which burns like lightning. She explodes into action, gathering resources for transport, splintering off a scout-self, filling the air with her intent to harm. The beasts-who-know-fire have forgotten the horrors of war against her kind. The horrors of a war not against other individual animals, fearful and disorganized, but a war against a living landscape, a single vast mind simultaneously composed of and directing a thousand thousand soldiers.
For the first time in decades, her heart stretches its wings. She takes a brief moment to ensure that the lesser-self she is leaving behind will not harm the messenger animal, and then the Great Dragon goes to war.
!!!! omg I adore this, itās like you reached into my head and scooped out the exact feeling of it and put it into words and shit I love how you did the xenopsychology in this, like how the bees of the colony are so much blood/receptor analogs that the environment becomes an extension of self, and when she moves bees aside she doesnāt think āI moved to clear a pathā but āI dissociated from part of my *self* to clear a path
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You should take some time to read @3liza's post documenting the Phantom Report Bug (which she deserves praise for doing, thank you eliza) and see how fucking broken Tumblr's report tool is. I also want to reiterate something she is once again correct about: no one files bug reports. I have first hand experience working at Tumblr and I remember having to tell web devs on Staff "i saw a post about someone talking about a bug" and they were unaware because no one followed through to file a bug. I have fixed bugs that I saw people posting about that were in my domain (I'm a mobile dev) but were not in the system. No this is not an endorsement of "complain about it enough and eventually someone will see it", this is an endorsement of "file a bug report directly to computer companies and people will most likely read it and probably fix it". I mean it this is not a Tumblr-only thing. I've seen this at every company I've worked for. Just fucking file a bug report please I beg you, software gets complicated and the devs are just unaware that there's a bug until you bring it to your attention. And they want to fix the bug! I promise!
WHAT AM I ALWAYS SAYING TO YOU PEOPLE. COMPLAINING GETS THE GOODS. YOURE NOT ALLOWED TO GET MAD UNTIL YOUVE COMPLAINED ABOUT THE PROBLEM TO SOMEONE WHOSE JOB IT IS TO FIX IT
POLITELY
And not just computers! It's happened twice now that the walk signal request at the intersection by my bus stop has stopped working, for several days, but been fixed the morning after I left a message with public works about it.
Which OC has this hat?
You should take some time to read @3liza's post documenting the Phantom Report Bug (which she deserves praise for doing, thank you eliza) and see how fucking broken Tumblr's report tool is. I also want to reiterate something she is once again correct about: no one files bug reports. I have first hand experience working at Tumblr and I remember having to tell web devs on Staff "i saw a post about someone talking about a bug" and they were unaware because no one followed through to file a bug. I have fixed bugs that I saw people posting about that were in my domain (I'm a mobile dev) but were not in the system. No this is not an endorsement of "complain about it enough and eventually someone will see it", this is an endorsement of "file a bug report directly to computer companies and people will most likely read it and probably fix it". I mean it this is not a Tumblr-only thing. I've seen this at every company I've worked for. Just fucking file a bug report please I beg you, software gets complicated and the devs are just unaware that there's a bug until you bring it to your attention. And they want to fix the bug! I promise!
WHAT AM I ALWAYS SAYING TO YOU PEOPLE. COMPLAINING GETS THE GOODS. YOURE NOT ALLOWED TO GET MAD UNTIL YOUVE COMPLAINED ABOUT THE PROBLEM TO SOMEONE WHOSE JOB IT IS TO FIX IT
POLITELY
cory [she/her] random oc i've been thinking about....chill stoner lesbian wracked with anxiety.
I think the ideal mutual is someone with some solid common ground but who also has a bonkers niche interest thatās totally foreign to you. Itās like a friendly educational experience
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Some of my Gay Thoughts (for pride month) in no particular order because i'm queer:
Our entire world is queer and nonbinary - everything exists on a complex and dynamic spectrum and multiple things can be true simultaneously. It is vital to understand that, and to be a forever teachabe person.
Being in the LGBTQ+ community does not make you incapable of racism, ableism, sexism, fatphobia etc. nor does it mean that you do not benefit from other systems of oppression. When you say "I'm gay so I can't be misogynistic" you sound like an asshole.
Also community is a verb - we are truly at a point in this capitalistic hellscape where we really need to come together in real life. That means making spaces where disabled people are at the centre, and mutial aid is involved. It means being a good neighbour, asking for help, and giving it where you can. There is no enemy but apathy.
I love being a fat femme ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø I love my lesbian boyfriend ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
The Ugly Laws were all about who could exist in public, who deserved to be killed or institutionalized, and what the "ideal" human form was. Knowing disabled and black history will set you up for truly understanding queerphobia. Dig deeper.
I don't think my gender journey has ever made sense to my family. Something got severed when I came out and they didn't stay curious about me, so every change to my wardrobe and life since then has no context.
Being transgeder proves that there is a soul beyond a body. And what could be more holy/spiritual than that?
biggest mindfuck is the fact that it can be so so difficult to tell the difference between when it's time for "do it bored/scared/stupid but by jove just do it" and when it's time for "if it sucks hit the bricks"
this post has the most notes out of any of my posts, largely because there's an addition going around with a flow-chart that other people seem to find useful (which is fine) but that I hate with an intensity that is more powerful than the sun is hot. for obvious reasons, the flow-chart was created divorced from the disabled context, because the creator of that flow-chart had evidently not seen my original tags on the post. which again, is fine. but here I am, providing some disabled context. I made this post when I was first coming to terms with the fact that my disabilities are energy-limiting, and that I was going to have to cut back on what I spent my days doing. it had been about a year since my autism diagnosis, and about four years since I first developed chronic fatigue, and I was still finding myself unable to figure out what I Needed to do and what was just me holding myself to abled standards. that is absolutely a challenge that I still don't have an answer to, and I'm not sure I ever will
with that context, I would like to provide some unsolicited advice to my fellow disabled people (particularly newly disabled people):
if it's something you absolutely have to do, as in there will be worse consequences for not doing the thing than doing it, try learning strategies for doing it disabledly. chop your vegetables sitting down. buy a tray to prevent spillage when you eat in bed. do your cleaning in 2 minute slots instead of all at once. you don't need permission to deviate from the Normal Way Of Things
corollary to the first point: if there are no (or very small) consequences for not doing the thing, and you don't want to do it, just don't. it's literally fine. I vacuum once in a blue moon and the lord is yet to come down and smite me for it
get okay with half-assing things. or even quarter-assing. or one eighth. etc etc. if something needs to be done, it can be done poorly. the world is not going to end if you get things done shittily (within reason, and within the bounds of what is physically safe)
learn to treat your body like a valuable source of data. try and pay attention to the signals it gives you, and the trends in when those signals arise. don't push yourself for the sake of it. they don't hand out medals for Most Energy Expended Doing The Task, and they never will. if your body is telling you to sit down, do that.
for the love of god learn how to ask for help, unlearn the shame of needing help, and figure out how to accept help without beating yourself up about it. independence is not inherently a virtue and you don't have to struggle alone
okay <3 remember that you're allowed to give up forever and always. peace and love on planet disability
It is like that though. Took me a while to figure out that literally every piece of self help advice out there is for able bodied/nd people, and what I need (audhd+fatigue high five) is often the literal inverse of that. Your list is really helpful, thank you^^
do you ever tell people youāll be going to sleep but then you donāt and you have to not do anything noticable online for the sake of it seeming as if you didnāt lie to them
the last time i got sloppy with this @tinynaught Columboād me
this post is classic tumblr in a lot of ways but the one I appreciate the most is that the second post happened eleven years after the first one. one of these days Iām going to see a reply to a post by someone younger than the post itself and weāre all just going to have to deal with it
a zine i made about disability and living w severe scoliosis - zoom in ā
cover for my illustrated novel Rivets āļøāļøāš„
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1) I do not know how eyeliner works
2) Thinking of taking up cartoon gremlinhood as a side gig, yay or nay?
remember that pride is still a protest