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Babies are so cute š„ŗ I wish I was braver or less awkward around them so I could make them smile more often
Holding a baby looks so fun. Like that's a person you can carry around like a tote bag
Gave my niece (5 months old) an (empty) can of beer and then she cried when I took it away. She's definitely part of the family
"Why are you giving a baby a can of beer" the whole family was giggling and taking pictures
My nephew (1yo) has affronted his swollen lip with stoicism and enjoys his new remotely control car
on the topic of disabled characters, though, i think a LOT of artists give characters mobility aids that their character wouldn't actually benefit from using.
i'm sort of having a mild brain fog moment rn so i can't fully articulate what i'm on about, but i think a lot of able-bodied artists view things like canes and crutches as interchangeable. and they often don't know enough about the wide range of mobility aids to make an informed decision about what their character might actually use based on their disability
i also think that aids like walkers and rollators are sort of viewed as "cringe" on some level, and many people view them to be "just for old people," so many artists will opt for giving a character who has full-body pain and fatigue a cane (which, in many cases, can potentially WORSEN full-body pain) instead. and a lot of people don't realize that most wheelchair users are able to walk, so they don't consider it an option for characters with chronic pain
idk it's kind of frustrating. i've genuinely never, ever seen a character that uses a rollator before. not once. i cannot name a single one. i know of multiple ocs who are described to have full-body pain, dizziness, and fatigue that are drawn as cane users and are never shown with wheelchairs or walkers, though
it's also sort of sad? i've been diagnosed since i was twelve years old, and i only heard of rollators LAST YEAR. and that was only because i saw one irl and immediately asked what it was. i wonder how many disabled people out there don't even know it's an option solely because they're completely underrepresented online and in media
if you're a creative with a disabled oc, PLEASEEE check out this link. it's a very nice and detailed guide for telling which mobility aids suit someone's needs best. it's incredibly important to make the right choice for your character! mobility aids tell you a LOT about someone's lived experience. picking the right one will communicate to your audience #1 what your character goes through #2 that you UNDERSTAND what your character goes through!
i was thinking about the weirdest phone calls i got when i still worked at the public library and i remembered this one phone call. it was probably less than 20 seconds long, but it still makes me laugh.
anyways, this woman called and without even saying hello after i said the usual āpublic library, how can i help you?ā spiel, she said, āi have a very important question: when you shelve books, do you push them all to the front of the shelf or all the way back?ā
it took me a second to process the question and then i answered that, at the library, we always shelve them so that they are even with the front edge so theyāre easier to grab and see. she was obviously delighted by this answer and then, as if an afterthought, she asked, āokay, what about you? what do you do at home with your books?ā i said i did the same thing. she hummed in obvious agreement and then just like that she said āthank you!ā and hung up.
i never heard from her again. i hope she won whatever argument she was having.
for about a year, i worked at a call center for sprint. i have a similar kind of story. a woman called, and said she had a question about the call history on her bill. āsure, let me just pull up your account-ā and she cut me off going, āno, no, itās not anything specific, itās just. so, if you change the time on your phone, does that change the time on the bill?ā āuh⦠no? the time on the phone doesnāt matter, the call history is recorded by the towers.ā āohhhhā she said in the saltiest voice i have ever heard āso even if you changed the timezone it wouldnāt change the time on the bill? to, say, the middle of the night?ā i stg yall i looked into the camera like i was on the office. āum⦠no? it would still be the local time of the tower. is there anything else i can help you with?ā to me, overly chipper: ānope! thank you! have a great day!ā turning on someone as she hung up: āshe says yoUāRE A LYING SACK OF-ā i still mean-snicker every time i think about it.
i used to work in a call center for a roadside assistance company, from late 2015 to early 2016. it was easily the most miserable job iāve ever had, and the turnover rate was very high. people stuck on the side of the road tend to be quick to anger - understandably so - and it wears on you after awhile.
so i had been having a string of very time-consuming, draining calls. my line rings again, i steel myself for another angry caller, and i pick up. ā[redacted] roadside assistance, how can i help you?ā i chirp, in my Customer Service Voice.
āyeah, hi,ā a gentleman with a thick southern accent responds. āmy motorcycle wonāt start.ā
i brace immediately for another long call. motorcycles were notoriously difficult to work with - a lot of insurance companies wouldnāt insure them, and a lot of tow companies refused to pick them up because they require a specific sort of trailer.
āiām sorry to hear that, sir. whatās your current location?ā
āoh, iām just at my house. i was wondering if it would be okay for me to just load it into my trailer and take it to my buddyās shop. would that interfere with my insurance?ā
i click through his account and am Relieved to discover heās in the clear. āNo sir, it looks like youāre good to go. Can I help you with anything else?ā
A pause. āHave you heard the good news?ā
My Anxiety, which had been receding, suddenly spikes into the fucking stratosphere. I live in the rural south. The āgood newsā usually means āJesusā and i was in no mood to be proselytized to for god knows how long.
i steel myself for the Religious Talk. āWhat news, sir?ā
āMcDonaldās is now serving breakfast all day!ā
I laughed so hard I almost cried. I hope that guy ate as many hashbrowns as he could.
Once in my old private school with only like 20 kids maximum, we started having a debate about this:
Iām not kidding.
One kid had a bag of goldfish crackers, and everyone somehow started to yell at each other about if the main fish is yellow or orange.
I became one of the spearheads for yellow, and my argument was that yellow was the base color and the orange is being used as shading, so itās not actually orange. But the kid who was the spearhead for orange (letās call him David) WOULD NOT listen to me. (he was always an asshole though, so itās not too surprising)
This got so heated that the one guy who was in my grade (letās call him Paul (half the kids had bible names anyway)) was looking at the back of the bag and found a phone number. I think itās supposed to be there if thereās a problem with the food or something, but he thought heād try to call to see what theyād say about our dilemma.
I donāt know exactly what the person told him at first, but Paul explained the situation to them and then they put him on hold for a couple minutes while we waited in suspense. I have no clue what they did to fact check this for us, but they pulled through, AND IT WAS YELLOW!!!!!!!!!!! EAT SHIT DAVID!!!!!! >:DDDD
We broke into a cacophony of either joyful cheers or enraged disappointment. Iām not sure if the person who answered our burning question could hear us, but I hope they did and got some joy out of it.
I would have been on the side of goldfish being, ya know, GOLD.
Old abandoned grocery store repurposed as a library
Certified Library Post
"Hey, we need to renovate this grocery store into a library."
"Okay, I got you."
*Removes the B from the BREAD sign*
"Done"
And may your pets always stay healthy ā”
I'm still thinking about the guy who saw me realize my wheelchair wouldn't fit in the elevator because he (also a wheelchair user) was already inside it and immediately quipped, "This elevator ain't accessible enough for the both of us."
I had a vision ( very strong mental image )
this morning i noticed my cat was freaking out more than usual. he's an anxious kitty (he'd been a stray for 3 years when we got him, then we had two moves with a very rough period in between). usually he has a routine that i do with him that helps him calm down but today it just wasn't working and i couldn't figure out why he was so stressed out. he kept bapping me on the head and waking me up and running around and eventually i realized what the issue was.
on monday i had a skin biopsy that left a pretty sizeable wound. yesterday i spent pretty much all day feeling like shit and laying around, and today i was supposed to clean it and change the dressing. he was panicking because he could smell the wound, saw me laying in bed all day, and he wasn't sure if i was okay. i got up, and as i removed the old bandage he started WAILING. just completely losing it when he saw it. he clearly understood that something like that wasn't good. i made sure he didn't touch it, but i let him smell me and see that i was okay, and he watched me clean and re-bandage it and pretty much the second it was done he immediately calmed down.
ten minutes later and he's purring and snuggly and 'guarding me' from such scary things as Loud Noise Outside and Blanket Moving Weird. this cat is better at taking care of me than i am some days.
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Idk why but i find this funny even tho i need context
when a child goes to Build-A-Bear and constructs a teddy from the parts available no one bats an eye, but when I, Victor Frankenstein,
does anybody know how to get out of bed. or be a better person
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Not to start discourse but I will be forever mad that every time I go into the Goncharov tag I see people complaining that they watched the movie expecting a soft queer romcom about pure cinnamon rolls and instead they got a complex and violent film about deeply flawed people where everyone dies.
By all means, engage in fandom however you choose. But donāt blame the source material for not being consistent with some random fanon on tumblr. Kinda wild to get mad that the movie about violent, morally dark grey criminals has violence, crime and moral greyness in it. You know? Also, imho given the time this movie was made, the queer coding was daring; this is NOT an example of queerbaiting.
āOf course weāre in love, thatās why i tried to shoot youā āif you really loved me you wouldnāt have missedā is such a raw ass line you would think it comes from Goncharov (1973) and you would be right
I'm very very glad that my knee-jerk, gut-feeling, primal-instinct reaction to seeing a Default Influencer is embarrassment. I think this saves me from a lot of bullshit.
Some lip-filler lady on enough Ozempic to euthanize a horse: "The sad truth is an elite lifestyle takes money and discipline. Buy these brands on credit if you have to. Skip meals."
Me: "Oh. Oh I'm physically experiencing the effects of secondhand embarrassment. You live like this? This is your life? Your interiority? If I was anything like this I'd kill myself I think."
To be clear āļø, absolutely not gender-exclusive. Some broccoli-haired shirtless 23-year-old man on enough trenbolone to euthanize a different horse starts talking about how to be a high-value male and I start thinking instantly about how I'd have 4,000 slugs use me as a jungle-gym before I'd want this man within cootie-contagion distance of me.
Respect for my soldiers⦠sheās saving him⦠the honsā¦