pedestrians don't seem to realize how exhausting using a wheelchair is, both manual and powered. i had to wheel around a hospital today with several ramps i had to go up and down multiple times, and even with my smoov i ended up with shoulder and chest pain and deep exhaustion.
people look at wheelchair users and think "well you're sitting down all the time that doesn't take effort" no actually it does. pushing a manual chair takes a lot of fucking effort, especially without a power assist. repetitive stress injuries are a huge problem manual chair users encounter all the time. going up hills and ramps is so deeply fatiguing.
this doesn't just apply to manual chair users btw. power chair usage can also be really exhausting, especially for people with complex seating needs. going over bumps and cracks can trigger many symptoms such as spasticity, pressure sores are common, even just sitting upright can be exhausting for many people.
basically don't assume using a wheelchair takes 0 effort, it really really does. getting to "sit down all the time" doesn't mean it's easy.
pervy best friend!choso who takes any oppurtunity to touch you. if he needs to get past you, he'll grab your waist and move you himself instead of saying excuse me. if you're upset or in need of comfort, he brings you in for a hug and holds you as tightly against him as he can so he can feel your tits press against his chest. of course his main goal is to help you feel better, but he'd never miss the chance to have your body against his.
pervy best friend!choso who comes over as soon as he can with painkillers and your favourite snacks when you tell him you're on your period. he carries you back up to your room whilst gently rubbing your back to soothe you. choso is the most warm blooded person you know, so you ask him to lay down in your bed with you so he can be your life sized hot water bottle. you practically climb on top of him once he's there and are quickly lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body. once you're asleep he adjusts your position so that your pussy is sat directly on top his bulge. he'll slowly grind up into you, groaning softly as you snore quietly into his shoulder.
pervy best friend!choso who eyes your cleavage whenever you're in a revealing top. when you're studying together he snatches your pencil case away and holds it behind him so you have to lean over to get it back from him, practically shoving your tits in his face in the process. choso especially loves it when you wear a tank top with no bra and your perfect nipples poke through. he wants nothing more than to pull your top down, close his mouth around your nipple and suck on them until he cums.
pervy best friend!choso has an entire folder full of pictures of you. he sneaks photos of you innocently eating bananas, sucking on ice lollies or licking ice cream and makes a mental note to jerk off to it later. sometimes he'll drop something on the floor and ask you to pick it up for him, just to have you on your knees in front of him. he snaps a picture of you the exact moment you look up at him, imagining that you're sucking him off. when choso gets home he scrolls through the photos as he strokes himself, picturing his cock is in your mouth instead and that it's his tip you're sucking on so sweetly.
pervy best friend!choso who likes taking you on long road trips with his friends even though the car doesn't have enough space for you. you have no choice but to sit in his lap with his hands tightly holding your hips to keep you steady. if you're wearing a skirt he'll slowly lift it higher and higher, until your panty clad pussy is right on top of his dick. choso takes advantage of the speed bumps and potholes, thrusting up into you at the same time the car bounces.
pervy best friend!choso who has no idea that you're aware of everything he's doing and that you enjoy it even more just as much as he does.
I need you young people to know it was almost never this hot when I was a child. Millennials and Gen Xers are all nostalgic and excited about summer because it was about ten to twenty degrees cooler to experience it back then!
I cannot express to you how FAST it has gone. I grew up in a world that does not exist now.
We're starting on the path to reverse it, globally. You might not know how much solar has EXPLODED in the last decade or two. It's gone from a side thing, a weirdo novelty that was just Not Viable... to whole countries investing in infrastructure.
but we have to keep fighting big oil and fascism everywhere we can in order to keep on this road to a new better less scorching burning earth.
But any time you wonder wtf the weather is doing- THIS IS NOT NORMAL, NO. THIS IS NOT WHAT IT WAS EVEN TWENTY YEARS AGO.
i really thought the point of "being lgbt+ doesn't absolve you of racism as a white person" was that white people arent absolved of racism by being marginalized but it really seems like people think other marginalizations make it okay. no being disabled doesn't do it. no being poor doesnt do it. we need to fight against racism actively no matter what.
Drinking soda is better than drinking nothing all day. Eating ice cream for dinner is better than eating nothing for dinner. Eating salsa is better than having no produce in your diet at all.
Water is way more hydrating than soda, but soda is more hydrating than nothing. A balanced meal is way more nutritious than ice cream, but ice cream is more nutritious than nothing.
Something is better than nothing. Some hydration is better than no hydration. Some nutrients are better than no nutrients. Some produce is better than no produce.
Don't let societally imposed food guilt trick you into believing that nothing is a better choice. Nourishing your body, however you can, is always the better choice. Fed is best. Always.
hey so filming people without their consent is weird. you know that right? filming people you don't know and they aren't aware of what you're doing is creepy. posting strangers online is fucking weird. we're too comfortable with doing it now for shits and giggles, chasing some sort of viral hit instead of reckoning with the fact that you posted someone who did not consent to their body and face being publically used.
we're being pushed these Meta Glasses as if mass surveillance of strangers is fun and normal! it's weird!!! there are already reports that people are using these to film women without them knowing and sharing it to communities who get off on this shit. who else knows who people are filming. these glasses with cameras are not obvious and that is dangerous.
the replacement of websites with apps sounds so backwards when you actually describe it. like hmm you have to download an entire program onto your device each time you want access to a portal, where it takes up storage indefinitely. somebody should invent an app where you can "browse" any portal just by typing in its address... 🥴
sometimes I almost forget slut is a derogatory term. it's so friend shaped to me. I love when things are slutty. I love sluts and slutting it up. it's a cute word. make every day sluttier than your last. sluttttt
the kink bloggers found this post and are putting horny stuff in my notifications but I'm not even mad. the sluts are in the notes of the slut positivity post. all is as it should be.
town beauty!chubby fem reader x her friend, a farm boy who’s hopelessly in love with her and becomes a knight to be worthy of her hand in marriage (and to help financially provide for his family ofc!!!) ….. he’s skinny as a stick when he leaves, his limbs too long and boney for his body-
and when he comes back- grown into his long limbs, filled out with muscle and weight, scarred and oh sooo beefy, and still holding a candle for you? all shy and blushing when holding out a rose for you to take?? his letters left out how much his appearance has changed but you aren’t complaining……
This ask has had me in a chokehold for WEEKS
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Skinny little farmboy who has loved you since he was a child, ever since he laid eyes on you he's been infatuated, and although you lived in the same village, he rarely got to see you. He was so busy in the field and you were kept in your father's bakery most of the time. On the rare chance he got to see you, he was too nervous to approach you, admiring your beauty from afar.
His family is poor, poorer than yours, and his father keeps pushing him to join the palace knights and send his wages back to them so they can buy some pigs or goats. He doesn't want to, in two years you'll be old enough to marry and he wants to be the first to ask for your hand. But he isn't sure if he really deserves you. You're so beautiful even at fourteen, and he's certain that you'll grow lovelier with age. He just wants a chance to win your hand.
His father is pushy though, and he ends up sending for the king's knights to come and collect his son for training. When he finds out he'll be forced to join the knights brigade, he rushes to your home, presenting a bouquet of wild flowers as he rests on one knee on the soil in front of your door.
"Mr. Johnson," he says, voice trembling as he stares up at your burly father, "I-I am here to h-humbly ask for your daughter's h-h-hand in marriage."
You peek at him from the doorway, curious of the farmboy you've seen stare at you across the field, wondering who he truly is and why he wants to marry you.
"Go on, Theodore," your father says. "You're both too young to marry, and you have no assets to offer for her hand."
"I-I can get assets," he says quickly, standing on stick legs. "M-My father has signed me up to be a knight. I'll make a good wage and support her for her whole life. I promise, sir."
"Do you even know her name?" he asks. Theodore looks past your father at you.
"How could I not? Y/N is the most beautiful girl with the most beautiful name I've ever heard. I love her."
You gasp quietly, face burning hot. You've had people call you beautiful many times, but no one has said they loved you besides your parents and siblings. Your heart races at the thought of this strange boy truly loving you. Your father sighs, rubbing his neck before turning to you.
"She's too young right now..." He takes a deep breath, looking back at Theodore. "But if you two decide to marry when you're older, that's fine by me. It'd be good to have a knight in the family."
Theodore beams, looking at you. You're still staring at him shyly from behind the doorframe, anxious as he timidly walks up the steps and hands the wild flowers to you. You emerge and take them.
"Thank you," you mumble quietly, looking up at him with doe eyes. This is the closest he's ever been to you and he's amazed at how beautiful you are up close.
"I'll..." He swallows hard, clenching his fists. "I'll go be a knight for as long as I have to. I'll make enough money to take care of you forever. Will you wait for me?"
You blink up at him, heart racing.
"O-Okay," you agree, flushing when he smiles wide. He bows before running off to his house.
By dusk, you see a horse with a knight go to his house and leave with him. You watch until he disappears from view.
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Over the years, you grow. Your frame widens and becomes plump and full, and your beauty only matures with age. You get a few marriage offers from other men in the village, but you always decline, Theodore on the back of your mind.
He writes to you constantly. You receive letters weekly, even more than that sometimes, and you always reply. He talks about training, how difficult it is but how it gets easier with time, how he misses you more and more with each passing day. He asks questions about you, what you like and dislike, he wants to know everything while he's away. You think about him in all your quiet moments, wondering how he's doing, if he's eating plenty and sleeping well. You want him to be okay.
He thinks of you more than you do him. All of his thoughts are consumed by you, whether he is training or trying to fall asleep, it's always you. He wants to see you, see that beautiful face that he dreams about every day. He often finds himself touching his manhood to the thought of you. He knows it's probably sinful to think of you in such a way, but when he reads your letters by candlelight, sees the way you write his name with curling letters, he thinks of those hands touching him, caressing him, holding him, and he loses control. He's fallen more in love with you with each letter he receives, and he prays that you will reject any proposals you get so that the two of you can be together.
Years pass, you age. His letters keep coming, but you haven't seen him in almost a decade. If you didn't see his handwriting, you would have thought he was a figment of your imagination.
Your father has died and you have taken up his bakery. Theodore's father has died as well, but he did not return for the funeral due to the war. The letters pause for some time, making you worry. Did he go off to fight in the war? Will he make it back? If not, will you ever know?
One day in August, there's a knock on your cabin door. When you open it, there's a large man standing on your porch, rippling with muscles and scars and body hair, holding wild flowers.
"May I help you?" you ask hesitantly, wondering who this stranger could be. He looks to you, a lovesick expression on his face. He clears his throat and goes down on one knee, holding up the bouquet he picked.
"Do you remember me, Y/N?" You furrow your brow, taking a step forward. He seems like a stranger, but his hair and his eyes...
Your eyes widen.
"Theodore?" you ask in astonishment. He smiles wide.
anti abortion propaganda that tries to like scare you into feeling guilty by reminding you that the fetus has body parts are so funny. "uwu please don't abort me I have eyes at 4 weeks old 🥺" nice try sucker I don't care if you see it coming
i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
I needed to do some ezgif.com magic to make the yellow star request, so I ended up with gray scale versions of all the star gifs. Figured I may as well make the whole set <3
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