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burgertv

wow the new jurassic world looks so good

#AGDALSJALMDS

nct127s

can you guys reblog this and tag what job you have in your fantasy life? I’m a singer + actress in mine lol

nct127s

so many people misunderstand this post, I don’t mean your dream job I mean what job do you have inside your head? like in your imaginary world you’ve created

#i was a comic book writer #who also had a great singing voice a decent income and a good partner #oh and i was great at art 🙃

triwizarded

who here was on tumblr 4+ years ago

#dont remind me

avpd-chekov

don’t you just love how mental disorders are basically buy one get seven free

#AJDLAJDKA #STOP #IM SUFFERIG

fangirlinginleatherboots

some things that horror movie culture has taught you are scary…. are just ableist

artishroom

….clarify?

fangirlinginleatherboots

okay sure. psychosis? scarier to have than to know someone who has it. DID? im more a threat to myself than people around me. wheelchairs and psych meds? are tools that help people live more functional and flexible lives and are not judgments of the persons character and for sure are not scary things. and for real, intellectually disabled people are not threats, but movies love to make them villains because they act different and understand the world differently. and people with notable physical differences? people who’s bodies look different? people with scars, growths, amputations, etc? are literally just people. and seeing themselves painted like monsters on the big screen is absolutely sickening and damaging to how society will see them.

its not only bad writing but its extremely harmful to people who actually live with conditions that are misrepresented in media. when i found out i had DID, my mom freaked out because her only point of reference was Sybil. when i was younger and first went on psych meds, i thought it meant i was set on a track to be a bad person, because in so many movies and video games you find out the bad guy has medication in his bed side table for some sort of psych disorder. the worst thing a hallucination has ever made me do was wake my mom up at 3 AM to check my bathroom to see if the bugs i saw everywhere were real and the worst thing an “episode” of any sort has made me do is hurt myself. my ptsd doesnt make me kill people, my alters dont kidnap people, my autism doesnt make me so morally unaware that ill murder for senselessly, my ocd doesnt make me hurt people etc etc etc

literally the only “horror” is the ableism. and the only way you can write good horror about disability and mental illness is if the focus is on how society and the medical field treat us rather than focusing on how we are apparently so scary, threatening, and bad.

#as an avid horror fan #YES #THIS IS ALL THE REAL TRUTH

ryenros

Well that’s a naughty word!

book-dragon-13

I don’t listen to panic! At the disco much but he seems like a fun guy to hang out with

fallen-gravity

At my show, he paused, looked around, and went “hey, you guys said it, not me” and held his hands up like he was the most innocent creature on planet earth. He’s pretty fun.

#I HATE HIM #panic! at the disco #dont panic

different-landscapes

clairidryl-deactivated20180621

I am absolutely losing my marbles over this

#LOOK #AT #HER #be happy #aminal planet

worldsweirdesttransgirl

#AJFLSKXKD

weepycat

things that 15 year old me did sophomore year that my southern-bred god-fearing conservative christian teachers Did Not Like

teacher refused to let me sit backwards in chairs. i made a point to sit backwards in chairs until she told me to stop, and then id manspread as much as possible. (semester one.)

teacher got onto my friend and gave her a panic attack over her newly dyed hair. i told her my friend putting red streaks in her hair was no different than her removing the grey streaks from her hair. got sent outside. (semester one)

teacher told me my bra strap was showing. took my bra off in class and put it in bag. was sent to principal’s office. mother was called, although she only muffled her laughter over the telephone. (semester two)

[to homophobic teacher who disliked my mothers] “what language is gaelic from? gayland?” “that’s where my moms are from, ma’am.”

teacher claimed i was lying about moving to uruguay and tried to force me into sitting in a personal meeting about my future classes and goals. told her to “sign me the fuck up for underwater basket weaving” and got sent outside. (semester two)

was told by teacher that “ladies should not say they have to pee. try ‘can i use the restroom’ instead” replied with “alright. i gotta piss like a racehorse. can i use the restroom?“ (got sent outside. again. semester two)

was told to “smile, you’ll look nicer” by a 6′0″ male coach i did not know. when he blocked my entrance out of the classroom until i smiled for him, i said “shove it straight up your ass,” before elbowing him in the ribcage, ducking under his arm, and running for it. skipped class in that building for a week. (semester two)

hopped a fence to catch my bus and flipped off an ancient male history teacher when he shouted at me to come back. he threatened to find me again. he never found me.