hi my name's merry chrysler

idk y'know My Supernatural stuff: yer-a-angel-castiel // My smol series: nat's tiny hands

[laurenxiety]

Thrifted this dress from my sister in law + bolo tie + fluffy old man cat 🖤

[prettyasapic]

Every person need to be taught disability history

Not the “oh Einstein was probably autistic” or the sanitized Helen Keller story. but this history disabled people have made and has been made for us.

Teach them about Carrie Buck, who was sterilized against her will, sued in 1927, and lost because “Three generations of imbeciles [were] enough.”

Teach them about Judith Heumann and her associates, who in 1977, held the longest sit in a government building for the enactment of 504 protection passed three years earlier.

Teach them about all the Baby Does, newborns in 1980s who were born disabled and who doctors left to die without treatment, who’s deaths lead to the passing of The Baby Doe amendment to the child abuse law in 1984.

Teach them about the deaf students at Gallaudet University, a liberal arts school for the deaf, who in 1988, protested the appointment of yet another hearing president and successfully elected I. King Jordan as their first deaf president.

Teach them about Jim Sinclair, who at the 1993 international Autism Conference stood and said “don’t mourn for us. We are alive. We are real. And we’re here waiting for you.”

Teach about the disability activists who laid down in front of buses for accessible transit in 1978, crawled up the steps of congress in 1990 for the ADA, and fight against police brutality, poverty, restricted access to medical care, and abuse today.

Teach about us.

[i-am-content-with-this-content]

idk where to begin, it was bad. that whole year it was just a constant nonstop feeling of not good. i remember just every day feeling so neverending but also too fast, one moment im waking up then its time for bed. time was becoming irrelevant and i hated it. work itself was the biggest contributor. but so were my parents and ex. it was just all too much. i couldn't keep up, it felt like i had a constant lump in my throat, just always there, but i couldn't swallow it, i couldn't get rid of it, it was completely lodged and wouldn't move even when i did let myself breakdown and cry. its here now but i don't feel stuck. I feel scared. not hopeless. excited and nervous. stressed, slightly overwhelmed. there's a lot of incomplete assignments, more than there should be seeing as I have the time to do everything. but at the same time i feel kinda over it. I'm not though, like over it. i wanna learn and get good grades and excel and end the year off well. I told my mom to expect me to graduate but not with honors. tbh i am a little sad about that but not devastated as i would've been in hs. I applied last night and i find out about the acceptance this weekend. am scared. I don't want to be a failure. I think i did well. i hope. i think i needed a breather and thats all. i'm hopeful thats for sure, but i hope im not being overly hopeful and setting myself up.but im also very sad, it feels ridiculous and dumb to think this way, at least thats what i think reactionarily or whatever, to anyone else i would be validating their feelings so idk why i can't do it to myself. i sound dumb and silly and like just slightly pathetic. its hard though. very wip.

[rylandsgrace]

#I can’t believe I saw this masterpiece in theaters 

[nayters]

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

When I was 18 I took a ballet class at college and every morning our beginner adult class started just as the Ballet Majors in the studio next door took a mid-class break.

Many mornings they would gather in the doorway of my classroom and watch us struggle through our bar warmups or jumble up a new technique while they smiled and whispered to each other.

And every morning I dreaded seeing them there because I knew they were making fun of me.

I had other classes with some of them, and I was always embarrassed when ballet came up, and it always did, them being ballet majors, because I loved to talk about it but knew they’d seen me dance, and I was sure they thought I didn’t belong in the conversation.

At the end of the semester, our instructor announced that she’d like to invite the dancers from the next door studio to sit in on our final performance as an audience, and everyone in my class hesitated. We’d worked so hard, we wanted to celebrate our progress during our final without being judged. Most of us left class that day suddenly more anxious about the final than we’d ever been.

The next morning, in one of my other classes I had with the ballet majors, one of them approached me, and as if she’d been reading our minds the entire semester, she said

“Hey. I just wanted to say that I know we watch you guys dance a lot, and I wanted to make sure you know we’re never laughing at you. When we watch you guys learn the basics…..it reminds us of when we first started when we were younger. It’s like…looking at ourselves when we first fell in love with dancing. That’s why we love watching you guys.”

It shocked me. I felt awash with relief and utterly stupid all at once.

Here I had spent an entire semester assuming the worst of people who had otherwise been nothing but nice to me in every other setting, and I had no one to blame for that but my own insecurities that I’d allowed to rule me for months.

I’d been so unfair to these girls, because I was self conscious. I was so worried about being judged that I’d judged all of them.

Here I was worried they were laughing at me, and all along they were looking at me with nothing but absolute delight, even envy for what I was getting to experience.

This encounter changed my entire attitude, permanently.

It made me realize that, yeah sometimes people are jerks for no reason, but more often than not, people really are just….Good.

Since that day, I’ve started giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until they prove me wrong, for their sake and for my own.

And I’ve learned that the world becomes a lot better and life becomes a lot easier when you accept that maybe not everyone is judging you. Maybe you’re the one who’s hardest on yourself.

Let yourself be. Let yourself exist and breathe and be happy.

The world is a much better place.

[acaemia]

I needed to read this, thank you.

[ajaviary]

Same here! I think it’s something we all need to remember! Thanks for sharing

[hellomynameiscytherea]

We all needed this.

[endangered-justice-seeker]

 the only criticism of millennials l accept

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Constructive Criticism

[down-with-capitalism]

My Eco-Terrorist Son is Absolutely Dripless

[cursedwoods]

alright I found the video.

[cursedwoods]

hey white people listen to this video.

[honeybeemenace-deactivated20220]

Video Transcript:

First person: Black people are treated like a sexuality. And I do not-

Video cuts to second person: See, I actually like this video. And I think I got a explanation for you.

The reason that blackness almost acts as a sexuality is because antiblackness is something that is so innate in the minds of nonblack people when growing up, that them preferring not to date someone who is black is almost as normal as them preferring not to date someone who isn’t their preferred sex.

Did y’all follow that? Like, let me give you an example. Like, a straight white male saying that they don’t date black girls is just as normal in society as a straight white male saying that they don’t date boys. And straight white women saying that they don’t date black boys was almost as normal as them saying they don’t date women. And granted, that example might not be as prevalent as the last one, but still.

And I know in both of those examples, they were white, but it applies with nonblack POC too. And to add a little bit of intersectionality, let’s be honest, it probably applies to some black men, too. And that’s a shame, that we would treat our own women similarly to that of a sex we don’t prefer.

Oh, I just thought of something! Antiblackness is something that is so innate in the minds of nonblack people that they would almost have to come out! Come out! And say that they like black people. It’s like homophobia was so innate that you would have to come out and say you’re homosexual.

That’s the one. I’m not even gonna lie, that’s the one. End Video Transcript.

[theholidaysystem]

Worth noting that interracial marriage became legal in 1967. 1967. That’s about 52 years ago.

[doberbutts]

Oh this.

EVERY single one of my relationships, once we get to meeting the parents? I have to ask them three questions:

Do they know you're gay/bi/pan/whatever?

Do they know I'm transgender?

Do they know I'm black?

Sometimes I've gotten "I don't see how that could be an issue" for the last one and I tell him I don't care, warn them in advance that I am black. You know most of them have reported back to me "they were really surprised, I don't understand, it's more surprising to them that I'm dating someone black than someone gay and transgender?"

I've been through this song and dance with friends already, friends who neglected to mention to their parents that I'm black prior to me coming over and whose parents had less than fantastic reactions to seeing their kid playing with a little black kid in their yard. I'm not doing a surprise round with a partner I'm trying to determine if I want to spend the rest of my life as part of that family. My sister still has not met her white husband's family because she insisted on the same prior warning before walking into that house, and a good thing too because his parents basically disowned him for even considering marrying a black girl. They've been married more than a decade! They have children together! They're straight! And he had to 'come out' to his parents and get kicked out of his family for his attraction to a black woman.

It is one of the major reasons I stopped actively pursuing relationships with people who are white.

Interracial marriage was legalized when my parents were teenagers. My parents grew up not knowing they would enter an interracial marriage, not thinking it would be possible. It remains a major factor in why my parents hesitated for YEARS to get married, thinking the ruling would be overturned and they would have to end their marriage and not wanting to do that to their future children. Or that they would have to constantly uproot their kids and move around the country to stay safe. I remember growing up repeatedly having to explain how I could be black even though my mom is white [passing], because everyone jumped to 'adoption' and not 'her husband is fucking black'

[doberbutts]

I'm just going to put this here again so you understand I'm not just ranting alone by myself

[angelsaxis]

i need people, especially white people, to get used to the idea of ethnic groups not being defined by one or two specific traits. people need to realize that what you think might be specific to one group is actually easily found in countless other groups. im a darkskinned Black person, and there are Indians who are darker than me. I've seen Latinos with broader noses than I have and SEA/Eastern Asians with fuller lips than I have--none of that makes me less Black or any of them less of what they are. There's Africans with monolids and thin lips and small noses. while each group definitely has common traits, face shapes, tones, etc, its not like other things are absolutely excluded.

[angelsaxis]

#no one in my family has monolids going back as far as photographs record us#like full japanese family on literally all branches of the family tree. not one person has had monolids#the number of people telling my family they dont ‘look japanese’#bc of the eyes probably. we also have big eyes and coarse/wavy hair#ok. broaden your definition of what a group looks like maybe#stop expecting homogeny from nonwhite populations#anyways yeah this post. that’s why the idea of ‘ethnically ambiguous’ is so interesting#it generally refers to people whose combination of traits preclude them from easy categorization right#my sister is rather hard to pin ethnically for example#but there are monoracial ppl who look ‘ethnically ambiguous’ and multiracial ppl who don’t#the idea & adulation of ethnic ambiguity is fascinating to me.#it’s revered as a standard of beauty. i guess it’s part of a subliminal collective desire to divest from arbitrary categorization#and yet naming the ambiguity reinforces the categorization#it’s definition by exception#additionally it’s a form of congratulating ethnic minorities for ‘escaping’ their racial categorizations#bc being nonwhite is a marker of difference or inferiority in western & western influenced/colonized places#aka most places#BUT the above applies primarily to ethnically ambiguous ppl who can still fit the hegemonic idea of white passing or white adjacency#whereas clearly nonwhite yet still ambiguous people don’t necessarily get the same benefits as ambiguous ppl who are closer to white ideals#of beauty#eg my ‘white-passing’ (she is clearly not white bc yt ppl are bad at telling)#who was bullied a lot as a kid for looking ethnic but now comes very close to the ambiguous-white influencer standards of beauty#just naturally#compared to a girl i knew in college who is very ethnically mixed and is very ambiguous but clearly brown w a south/west asian name#i just remember her telling me the many many instances of harassment particularly at tsa and customs for the combination of#her appearance vs her citizenships#tag rant#idk i had a little caffeine that may all be nonsense

@grammaticus no you're entirely right. consider how much nonwhite features are commodified and are a beauty standard only for white people (read: white women specifically) to the point that they're "passing" as women of color for their picking and choosing of the most common features of women of color (Black women's body shapes, skin tones from anyone who isn't Light TM, and now Asian women and their eyes/face shapes)--all of which only throws actual women of color who don't have those common traits into the "racially ambiguous" category because white women have been zombifying themselves to the point that often times they're somehow representative of the race or ethnicity they're trying to immitate.

[catilinas]

imagine what it must be like to do scholarship on the odyssey when your name is odysseus. big brain move like who is going to disagree w odysseus’ takes on the odyssey. nobody

[anouthereyes]

[hyrude]

i love when something created with no money gets popular and famous and a bunch of follow-ups are made with a huge budget but they still have to refer back to the terrible, no-money visuals from the original thing. like og dr who was like “ok whats a monster umm ok we’ll put a plunger and a whisk on it” and they had to keep doing that same shit for all the 300 years that shows been on. the saw bathroom is 30 ft across and has multiple sinks and multiple toilets but no stalls and a BATHTUB. what public bathroom looks like that?? none of them. nobody questioned it at any point and guess what they had to recreate that dumbass fucking set like 3 times. star trek has all the money they could ever want but vulcans are still always gonna be just regular guys with elf ears and eyeshadow. it’s the best. every franchise needs this to be kept humble

[yellowmonday-deactivated2022120]

somebody called ben shapiro a bozo to his face. great fucking day

[yellowmonday-deactivated2022120]

actually their exact words were “you sound like a bozo, bro. and you get no pussy, and you can’t even make your wife wet, bro, so what’s good” GREAT great day

[yellowmonday-deactivated2022120]

hero.

[qiyra]

here’s the clip

[succubi-tch]

[grenade-maid]

I think the moment that convinced me the operating logic of our society is truly fucked in a way that cannot merely be reformed was after that eclipse in 2017 when the articles started coming out about how much money had been lost by productivity dropping from people stopping momentarily to watch it happen. To measure the world by the metric of the dollar to such a devotion that any cult leader would be jealous of that you would look at one of the most sublime experiences in nature which we, our ancestors, and even a not insignificant number of non-human species, have been observing in awestruck wonder for millennia, and decide that such a moment of profundity is something to be fought and preferably expunged from the human experience because it briefly impacts quarterly revenue.

It's a feeling that has been coming up repeatedly, but with increasing frequency in the last few years. That being: what is all of this for? Where are we going? Nobody who defends the status quo can seem to answer it. What's the point of an uninterrupted quarterly revenue stream if we can't even look at an eclipse every few years? What's the point of hustling and grinding 50, 60, 70 hour weeks if you never have time to have dinner with your friends, talk to your family on the phone, but on a bigger spectrum, what's the point of all of that if you still don't have any way of retiring in the future? With the way that our lives are being increasingly monetized and squeezed every second, what is there to look forward to?

[catsbeaversandducks]

Via @korvys​ (Twitter)

[cornistasiathecoblinking]

I’m glad humans evolved to Boop the Snoot for Good Luck.

[headspace-hotel]

glowing as though holy

[epilepticsaints]

[transcendental-lesbian]

Prime example of racists co-opting progressive language to pass their bigotry off as something else🙄🙄

[pettydavis]

liberalism and white feminism have always led down this path.

[grenade-maid]

While the hearts of the public are becoming increasingly vocally open to the prospect of boy maids, I still long await the day when society is ready to finally broach the subject of girl butlers–not merely as an occasional curio to be brought out from some dusty cabinet once in a blue moon, but an established and significant presence in the imagination and imagery of idealized service professionals.

[grenade-maid]

The reviews are in

[grenade-maid]

IMPORTANT LAST MINUTE ADDITION

[alicesbulletjournal]

December things 💕