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@scrapyardbeatnik
Hey!
Iâm moving Dean over here so I can more easily manage my blogs. He is now on a sideblog, so asks will come from www.worldoftheskeptic.tumblr.com. I hope to continue writing with you all!
Hey, Iâll still getting things tied up over here for awhile, but a follow on the new blog would be appreciated!
I've officially moved!
For My Sanity:
Imma link all my threads and tag my new blogs. Donât mind me.
@scrapartandcoffee
http://agentmansley.tumblr.com/post/155886843990/unexpected-roadtrip
http://demoliticnist.tumblr.com/post/155834430487/scrapyardbeatnik-demoliticnist-how-could-the
https://consumedart.tumblr.com/post/155758370472/dean-whatcha-got-there-big-guy-dean
http://agentmansley.tumblr.com/post/155410838120/letters-from-vietnam
http://agentmansley.tumblr.com/post/155292670000/the-presidents-keeper
http://imcsoldiergirl.tumblr.com/post/154144634031/newest-tended-to-be-what-most-artists-said-was
http://demoliticnist.tumblr.com/post/154047570572/scrapyardbeatnik-demoliticnist-sure-id-love
Hey!
Iâm moving Dean over here so I can more easily manage my blogs. He is now on a sideblog, so asks will come from www.worldoftheskeptic.tumblr.com. I hope to continue writing with you all!
Hey, I'll still getting things tied up over here for awhile, but a follow on the new blog would be appreciated!
Submit a Drabble about my Muse
Make me laugh, make me cry, give me warm fuzziesâŚdo it!
me as a villain fan: This character is a fascinating and complex individual, whose complexity makes them sympathetic even while the evil things they have done can never be excused, and whose story provides an intriguing opportunity to explore the dark side of the human psyche.
also me as a villain fan: This is my smol fluffy murder child. They're such a piece of shit, isn't it magnificent? Aww, look, they're still covered in somebody's arterial spray.
Unexpected Roadtrip
scrapyardbeatnik :
âYeah. I like it. But some of those radio tunes donât bother me either. Like that one byâŚthe Drifters, I think?â Dean hummed the tune to Up On The Roof and picked at his guitar.
âYou know this one? When this ol world starts getting me down, and people are just too much for me to faceâŚâ He continued for a line or two with the lyrics. âOr would you prefer jazz?â
    âI would prefer jazz,â Kent admitted. A small, and somewhat embarrassed, smile crossed his face. âI think youâre going to put me to sleep, singing like that. Or maybe singing at all. Youâve got a very nice, uh⌠Soothing voice.â He tapped the steering wheel a few times as he tried to sort through his mind for a more apt word. The search proved fruitless, however, and all Kent was left doing was pattering out an uneven and uncomfortably staccato rhythm.Â
    âMaybe itâs just that song. Itâs a very easy going tune, you know. Right? Itâs kind of like the song equivalent of an oil painting. If that makes any sense.â Kent shrugged his shoulders and his grip on the steering wheel returned. ââŚMy point is, I think jazz would be better.â
"Ahh, okay." Dean switched to picking out a jazz tune, simply humming the melody. "I can drive if you want me to, you know." He rolled his eyes, muttering. "Oil painting."
After awhile, he looked up and pointed down the road. "Turn left at this next intersection. Then right another mile down. I remember from when I first came to Rockwell."
"It was pretty." He looked down and continued strumming. "Fall leaves all over the place. Cold, cold rain. I had to pay attention to the scenery 'cuz I was more interested in going somewhere than getting there."
â No scary movies, no late snacks, in bed by 8. Got it? âÂ
@scrapyardbeatnik wanted The Giant
Giant is eating a piece of metal  ;  not unusual,        but it is extremely loud. Its jaws clamping down create a terrible racket that echoed throughout all sections of the scrapyard, leaving no chance for peace and quiet (  though Giant is sorry for it, but the alien robot cannot help in any way  ). There is an odd air around it though, because Giant seems RATHER PROUD of this particular piece of metal  ;  it almost seems as if he is savouring it            something that it is not known to do at all.
âWhatcha got there, big guy?"Â Dean stepped outside of his shack and looked up at Giant, flinching slightly at the noise.
"Kinda loud. What is that? Steel?" He'd never known the robot to take a particular liking to any sort of metal, just metal in general.
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Imagine if humans had taste buds on their hands like octopuses do. Holding hands would be like making out.
"Considering where my hands have been, I think it's best that we don't."
/ Another Kent/Dean edit for @agentmansley and @scrapyardbeatnik. Merry (belated) Christmas.
In light of everything going on...
Could people, anyone capable of doing so, please do something every single time you see someone describe ableism as being about a list of words you are supposed to say and a list of words youâre not supposed to say?
Ableism is about going to a hospital and getting told by doctors that youâd be better off going home and dying than getting a feeding tube.
Ableism is about going to get SSI and getting told that if you can blog (or do some other random thing that is not gainful employment and will never be), you can work for gainful employment.
Ableism is about your own family believing youâre lazy or exaggerating or faking because you donât seem like their idea of what a disabled person is (young white guy in a wheelchair from paraplegia, usually â who are actually usually among the more privileged and able to work of disabled people, not that they have it easy by any means, especially since able to work doesnât mean able to get hired in an ableist workforce).
Ableism is about valuing people based on what we can do, rather than valuing people because we exist.
Ableism is about drawing a line past which people donât count as disabled anymore, they just count as not even people, and not worth protecting.
Ableism is about there being entire books where people think itâs legitimate to debate whether people with intellectual or other cognitive or developmental disabilities (those are three totally different but overlapping categories, just so youâre aware) count as persons or not.  Both âphilosophicallyâ and under law.  Google Peter Singer if you donât believe me (he also doesnât think newborns are persons, but everyone loves him because he supports animal rights â by bringing down disabled human beings in the process, and everyone knows â because of ableism, of course â that disabled human beings donât matter anyway, not as much as animals).
Ableism is not â at least not mostly â about whether âstupidâ is a slur.  Itâs just not.  And it infuriates me both when disabled people treat it primarily that way, and when nondisabled people treat it primarily that way. Â
Because when you do a serious discussion of racism, and then classism, and then sexism, and transphobia, and transmisogyny, and homophobia, and biphobia, and every other kind of oppression you can think of, large and small, and you give them in-depth coverage⌠and then you come to ableism.  And itâs always last.  And itâs always a footnote to all the other kinds of oppression.  And the footnote always reads âAnd ableism⌠donât say stupid, or idiot, instead, say these other words that donât actually form an adequate replacement for those first words at all.â Â
Which diminishes the understanding of the power of actual ableist slurs such as retard (hint: a slur carries with it as part of the meaning, that the person being described by the slur is not a real person â an insult like âstupidâ can be used in an ableist or non-ableist way but is not necessarily a slur even when itâs ableist). And it also diminishes the understanding of what ableism actually is, by not taking seriously the fact that ableism kills people. Â
And even this act of always putting ableism last, always treating it as less serious or possibly not even a real ism at all (possibly âpolitical correctness gone amokâ, possibly â(eyeroll) yet another group of people wanting to claim theyâre oppressed and really stealing the idea of oppression from real oppressed people like people of color and taking their ideas and successes without crediting them at allâ, however itâs phrased⌠that is one of the worst things about ableism in circles that claim to want to deal with oppression in all its forms.  Because it basically throws us to the wolves while claiming there are no wolves to throw us to and that we arenât really dying in huge numbers everywhere and so forth.  There are ways in which ableism becomes worse, more deadly, because of being diminished in this way by all the âseriousâ anti-oppression people.
So â I donât care if you call what you do social justice or anti-oppression or anything else. Â I donât care if youâre part of those circles or not. Â I donât care if you use ideas from those circles or not. Â I just donât care. Â All I care about is that you take ableism seriously and that you take the danger disabled people are in right now seriously and part of taking it seriously is making sure that people understand itâs not about what words are politically correct or politically incorrect at this particular moment in time when it comes to disability. Â
Because disabled people are often the first to die â or among the first â in situations like this. And this is not an accident.  It is because the people with power know that a lot of people donât give a ratâs ass what happens to us, whether on the right or on the left.  Itâs because they know that you donât take our oppression seriously.  Itâs because they know that our deaths will be considered inevitable.  Have you ever considered it inevitable that disabled people and old people end up in nursing homes, group homes, developmental centers, psych wards, and other institutional settings? â sad, maybe, tragic even, but inevitable consequences of disability?  Because thatâs the same kind of thinking that makes our deaths inevitable.  (By the way, nursing homes are the cause of death for a lot of us, but our disability gets blamed instead and this is all normalized so much you probably canât even see it.)  Have you ever considered it inevitable that disabled people contemplate suicide, and never thought it might be the result of the same forces that cause other oppressed people to contemplate suicide?  Have you ever responded almost reflexively to disabled peopleâs suicidal thoughts by saying that we ought to have the right to kill ourselves easily and painlessly (when youâd never say the same of, say, queer teenagers), without even thinking that maybe most of the time weâre suicidal for the same reason queer teenagers often are?  Have you ever thought that when we donât get SSI and die on the streets, thatâs justâŚ. unfortunate but sort of inevitable?  That basically our deaths however and whenever they happen are unfortunate but inevitable consequences of being disabled, and youâve never even thought of the way ableism plays both into our deaths themselves and into your own thoughts about them?
Because thatâs why you need to get people to take ableism seriously immediately.  And thatâs why Iâve always been infuriated by people not taking ableism seriously.  Because Iâve been that person in that hospital room being told by doctors that I would do better off to go home and die of a totally preventable pneumonia or starvation, rather than get the combination of feeding tubes that would prevent both? Â
Oh and by the way â donât quote me statistics about aspiration pneumonia and feeding tubes unless you know my exact disability, the exact cause of the aspiration pneumonia, and the exact configuration and type of feeding tubes I use and exactly how I use them.  I know that as a general rule feeding tubes donât prevent aspiration and may even cause it, but in my particular circumstances that doesnât apply.  There are dozens of reasons for feeding tubes, dozens of types of feeding tubes, and if you donât understand all of this in-depth you have no basis for commenting.  I went from getting aspiration pneumonia seven times in the first few months of a year, to getting it once or twice a year at most, instantly, with the right combination of feeding tubes.  And I gained back roughly half of the 75 pounds Iâd lost rapidly as a result of my stomach disorder. Â
And Iâm happy, and Iâm fucking alive, which is more than I expected by now.  I didnât expect to hit 34 or 35, and Iâm now 36.  I might even eventually hit old age at this point, who knows.  But however long I lived, I deserved a chance to be alive.  And it took a lot of people calling the hospital and demanding I get treated right, to even get the feeding tube.  They couldnât deny it to me â because I needed it â so they just tried every trick they knew to talk me out of agreeing to it.  After tumblr and other places resulted in enough phone calls to the hospital, I got my tube the next day, although my problems with ableism in that hospital were and remain far from over and the circumstances of getting the tube and the aftermath were something out of a nightmare scenario.  Not because they had to be, but because they could get away with it, because ableism is everywhere and practically unacknowledged by just about everyone, including especially the people who supposedly care the most about disabled people (family, caregivers, âhelping professionalsâ, anti-oppression people, etc).
Anyway, this has gotten into a long enough rant Iâll be surprised if you could read this far â I probably couldnât (I write better than I read). But hopefully you get the message.  Right now is a time when disabled Americans, especially those of us facing other forms of oppression (ever try to get proper medical care as a queer, genderless and visibly gender-atypical, poor person with developmental disabilities? âŚyeah) need people fighting ableism more than ever.  And that doesnât mean tacking up a list of words that everyone can say instead of âstupidâ.  And treating it like it does, is part of the problem that leads to us dying in circumstances like these.
Letters From Vietnam
scrapyardbeatnik :
âIâll always worry about you, Kent. I think itâs a part of my personality: deep concern for kooks.â Dean opened the door and bailed out of the car before Kent could retaliate, keeping a grip on the door so he could pull himself up again.
When he did get up, he managed to walk between the aid of his crutch and his prosthetic, but it didnât look natural.
âCome on, Kent. Maybe we both need to chill out for a couple of minutes. You know, âbe hipâ according to Hogarth by harassing the local wildlife and drowning the trees.â
Kent stared at Dean rather wide-eyed and gripped his shirt to try and calm himself down. Heâd given him quite the scare falling out like thatâŚ!Â
âI-Is that what Hogarth considers hip?â (Kent wouldnât know. They didnât talk much despite seeing one another fairly frequently.) He cracked a lopsided grin, trying to hide his dimming nervousness with limited success. A short laugh followed his question and landed on uncertain footing. âMaybe we should, u-uh⌠Go harass some wildlife. Itâd be a nice change of pace.â
He followed Dean out of the car and followed after him after locking the doors. Even out alone in the forest as they were he still felt the need. âMm, but, eh, you know,â he started (not really getting anywhere with a start like that), âI feel like Iâm changing too much. Everything feels like itâs changing too much. Did you hear? People are saying smoking causes cancer. That scares the hell out of me.â Kent pressed his lips together and hummed. The sounds of crickets chirping in the late evening responded.Â
âThings are so different now,â he sighed.
"Well, quit smoking then. I did. You can uh, chew toothpicks or something." Dean sat down on a rock.
"What's so damn different? It's just another war. People are getting tired of this crap. Which makes sense to me. It's one after another these days." He sighed and leaned over, elbows on his knees.
"It's quiet out here. I like that. A lot different from, you know. When it wasn't quiet. And the plants are different."
Dean rubbed his temples. "You don't really think you're gonna get cancer, do you? I mean, you've been a little iffy these days, health wise.
Itâs raining! Send âGet over here.â to pull my muse under the umbrella
Alternatively, send âBrrr!â for my muse to pull yours under the umbrella
âNeither did I. Iâm trying to make up for lost time.â Dean leaned out into the wind, allowing it to ruffle his hair as he hung onto the tree. âCare to join me? Or are you chicken?â He laughed.
âPfft, Iâm not afraid, Dean,â Vinny said, making sure that was clear. âJust, uh⌠not as flexible as I used to beâŚâ Nonetheless, he gripped the branch that lay above him and pulled himself up with only a sliver of difficulty (which mostly came from a loss of balance). Once heâd sat on the limb, he gazed up at where the other was a few branches ahead of him.
âI think you are scared. Too high for you?â Dean climbed even higher up the tree until he couldnât sit down anymore and had to balance on the forks where more branches split off.
How could the other man have seen through him? Vinnyâs exterior hadnât shown any signs of fear. âNah⌠Iâll just⌠stay pretty lowâŚâ he murmured, grasp on the branch strong to stay anchored. He watched as Dean got further up the tree and further away from him. âShow-off,â he quipped.
Dean laughed and climbed back down to sit across from him, calloused hands easily gripping the bark as he made his way there.
"I'm a show off, huh? I used to climb fire escapes like this when I was a kid. That was a little easier."
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Disneyâs Atlantis: The Lost Empire
A history of the Shepherdâs Journal and the explorers in search of a vanished civilization
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