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Pedro Pascal getting a little lost in translation
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I DONT CARE HOW MANY BEDS THERE WERE. WHAT IS YOUR BOOK ABOUT
(tearfully) w- working at the mattress store
i'm so fucking sorry. can you ever forgive me
Missy seems to be going downhill. She's getting frail. I think she might pass away soon. Or maybe she'll surprise me and live another few years. Maybe I'm just inviting grief before it's actually time.
She passed away in my arms on the way to the vet today.
Missy seems to be going downhill. She's getting frail. I think she might pass away soon. Or maybe she'll surprise me and live another few years. Maybe I'm just inviting grief before it's actually time.
She passed away in my arms on the way to the vet today.
Disability, Suffering, and the Reality People Don't Want to Talk About
One of the most frustrating things about discussions surrounding disability, prenatal diagnoses, and reproductive choice is how often people refuse to engage with reality. They reduce complex, painful situations to slogans, abstractions, and moral grandstanding while ignoring the people who actually have to live with the consequences.
I am disabled. I know firsthand that disability is not simply an identity or a political talking point. It is often poverty, dependence, medical trauma, isolation, uncertainty, and exhaustion. Disabled people are more likely to experience homelessness, abuse, sexual violence, depression, and suicide. Many struggle to access medication, healthcare, housing, transportation, employment, and basic independence. These are not hypothetical concerns. They are daily realities.
That does not mean disabled people are worthless. It does not mean disabled people are unloved. It does not mean disabled lives have no value. It means that suffering is real, and pretending otherwise does nothing to help the people experiencing it.
When people discuss terminating a pregnancy after a severe fetal diagnosis, they often frame the decision as selfish convenience. In reality, most families facing these decisions wanted that child. They may already have a name picked out. They may have a nursery planned. Older siblings may already be excited about a new baby. These decisions are frequently heartbreaking, complicated, and made after devastating news.
Many people also underestimate the reality of serious disabilities and medical conditions. They imagine a diagnosis as a simple label when it may involve major surgeries, feeding tubes, lifelong medical interventions, profound cognitive impairments, chronic pain, shortened life expectancy, loss of independence, or round-the-clock care. They rarely acknowledge what these realities mean not only for the child, but for parents and siblings as well.
Families can be stretched beyond their limits. Careers can end. Marriages can fail. Siblings can feel neglected. Caregivers can become physically and emotionally exhausted. Parents spend their lives wondering who will care for their child after they die. In the worst cases, stress, isolation, and lack of support can contribute to neglect, abuse, self-harm, family breakdown, or tragedy.
People are uncomfortable discussing these realities because they complicate the narrative. But refusing to acknowledge them does not make them disappear.
There is also a tendency to romanticize suffering. People speak as though enduring pain is inherently noble, virtuous, or morally elevating. I do not believe that. Suffering is not a virtue. It is not a lesson. It is not automatically meaningful simply because it exists.
A newborn struggling to breathe because their lungs never developed is not experiencing a noble death. A child trapped in a body that cannot move or communicate is not automatically benefiting from that suffering. A family collapsing under impossible circumstances is not made stronger simply because they endured them.
Sometimes the most compassionate response is not to prolong suffering at all costs.
We recognize this instinct elsewhere. When a beloved animal is dying and in pain with no hope of recovery, we call euthanasia a mercy. We understand that love sometimes means letting go rather than demanding more suffering from someone we care about. We recognize that there comes a point where keeping someone alive is no longer the same thing as helping them.
My perspective is rooted in compassion, not cruelty. If I knew a child would experience nothing but profound suffering, pain, and dependency from the moment they entered the world, I would struggle to justify bringing them into it. If a family decides they do not have the physical, emotional, or financial resources necessary to care for a severely disabled child, I do not view that as selfishness. I view it as an honest assessment of reality.
Likewise, I believe children deserve to be born into homes where they are wanted, supported, and cared for. I believe reproductive decisions are deeply personal and often shaped by circumstances outsiders cannot fully understand. The people making those decisions are usually the ones who will live with the consequences for the rest of their lives.
What frustrates me most is that many of the people condemning these decisions never have to witness the outcomes of the policies they advocate for. They are not there when a child suffers. They are not there when parents burn out. They are not there when families fall into poverty. They are not there when people lose access to healthcare, housing, or support. They are not there for the years and decades that follow.
The people who carry those burdens are.
And that is why these conversations require honesty, not romanticism. They require compassion, not judgment. Most of all, they require listening to the people who actually live with disability and its consequences instead of treating their experiences as inconvenient complications to a moral argument.
Missy seems to be going downhill. She's getting frail. I think she might pass away soon. Or maybe she'll surprise me and live another few years. Maybe I'm just inviting grief before it's actually time.
If you EVER think Anthony Head is anything less than an angel then youâd best remember that I have always been a huge fan of his and weâve always had a little contact over the years and he heard Iâd come out as Trans and was having a hard time and that I was kind of sad that the photos I had from conventions with him were of me with long hair and no binder and they were all signed to âSarahâ and so he invited me to spend the day with him at his farm and he picked me up from the station and we just hung out and had lunch and he insisted on paying and took loads of photos and had them printed on photo paper the same day so he could sign them to Jay, along with other photos of him as Giles and Uther and he literally spent five hours chatting with me and got all of the pronoun stuff right every time and then he dropped me off at the station, gave me a final massive hug, waved me through the ticket barrier and insisted I message him when I got home so he knew I got back safe. (More HERE)
I keep seeing this reblogged intermittently, despite it being over a year old now, and I guess Mothering Sunday is as good a day as any to give an update, so here goes: Since this happened we kept in touch, and he and his wonderful partner Sarah have become my surrogate parents, in fact, I just finished talking to Sarah about the mothers day present I got her today.
Tony and Sarah have spent the last year supporting me in every imaginable way. They are there for me whenever I need them and it is amazing to be part of such a wonderful family, even if itâs not by blood. Plus, Iâve never had anyone as proud of me as Anthony is, I won an award for my performance poetry, and he put photos of my trophy on his facebook and twitter pages, raved about how incredible it was and wouldnât stop telling me how proud of me he is.
They are always there for me, if I need advice, or just a coffee and a chat. And I am so proud, and so happy, and so amazed, to know them, to be loved by them, and to love them. What I thought was  a one-off event became the beginning of a new chapter in my life. They have become my family, somehow, and I wouldnât change that weird turn of events for the world.
HAPPY PRIDE
this post will find you when it needs to find you.
just some facts: you are loved. you are not alone. you are valuable. you are worthy of good things. you are deserving of self love and forgiveness. iâm glad youâre still here.
My grandma just called and, among other things, said âYou have hips. Thatâs good! Men like hips!â and then she interrupted herself to say âWomen like hips. People of your preferred gender like hips. I can never rememberâ And I was like âThanks grandma! My preferred gender is none of them, no thanks.â and she was like âOkay, no one will comment on your hips!â very self satisfied, like âaha, I have figured it outâ I think like half her grandkids are some variety of not-straight and she canât always remember which is which but she is the epitome of like âsheâs a little confused, but sheâs got the spirit!â
Update: I gave it some thought and my estimate was wrong. Of the grandkids that are out, itâs 1/3, not ½
I told my grandma that Iâd told my friends about what she said and that some of yâall had said you wished she was your grandma, and she said âWell, you can never have too many grandkids!â So likeâŚconsider her your honorary grandma* I guess? *if you want an honorary grandma, that is
Update on my grandma: I told her my hair was standing up, but instead of straight line it was diagonal and she said âThatâs okay, youâve never been straight!â and then laughed so hard at her own joke I thought she was going to drop the phone
Happy almost pride month! Have my confused-but-supportive grandma!
An update: my grandma just called me to ask if I knew it was pride month
Happy pride month!!
Please go learn how time works.
i get why people don't believe in marriage as a social construct but legally it is the best and easiest way to say "this is who i trust to take care of me when i can't take care of myself" and i'm so glad gay people fought for that right bc when shit gets scary at least i know im in good hands
This is how I convinced my conservative grandma that the gays do also need marriage, actually. My grandad died when I was 4 and I asked her to imagine not being allowed to see him or make decisions for him or be entitled to an inheritance and she got very quiet and conceded the point. Marriage doesn't intrinsically mean anything but as a legal framework it is really, really important
Welp. Google's AI horseshit has arrived. And I'm not complying. They can pry my ID out of my cold dead hands. I will simply go elsewhere. Remember folks, DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR IDs. Do not comply. Resist, fight it, use other browsers or sources beyond youtube and google controlled services. Call them. Email them. Make noise. Fight back.
I've been using Google as my main mail service since 2006, and every single account or service I've ever signed up for was made with that address. For a long time I thought it'd be impossible to divorce myself from Google.
It took less than 5 minutes to switch to a ProtonMail account, less than 2 hours to download and/or offload every byte of data from my Google account, and less than 3 days to change every single account or service I've ever signed up for to the new address.
As of today, the only single one I have that's still tied to it is YouTube. It's the only thing I'd lose access to if I deleted my Google acount entirely.
They really, really want you to believe that it's a hassle to switch to a different email system. But it's not. Most websites and/or services allow you to change the email address associated with it.
I've been using Google for almost 2 decades and it only took a few days to move everything. It's not a painful sacrifice; it's an easy change that, frankly, has absolutely been worth it.
Proton Shoutout
You can and should switch to a free, encrypted Proton email account. You also get all of the below perks. For free. There is no trick. It is paid for by the people with paying plans. I am one of them. The (completely functional) free tier is there to entice you into getting a paid account with even more perks. (It worked on me.) But there's no penalty or pressure for staying with the free account.
Also get your stuff off the google drive and put it on Proton's drive. It is encrypted. Only you with your password can access it. Not even Proton can see what you put in there.
Switch everything away from Google. It's easy and it's important. Read above, click the link for Proton, download your gmail and switch.
âIf I had time travel Iâd kill Hitlerâ âIf I had time travel Iâd stop my favourite politician getting assassinatedâ youâre all thinking way too small. If I had time travel Iâd stop Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin from dying on the moon due to Soviet sabotage, kicking off the Great Nuclear War and devastating half of the planet.
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#this post gets me every timeÂ
Itâs from two days ago fam how many times could there have been
do you think no one else has time travel
Happy one month anniversary to this post that has not allowed me a single day of fucking peace since I made it.
#surprise reblog!!Â
STOP ITâS BEEN MONTHS. MONTHS!
YOU CAN STOP.
wow if only you had a time machine
Honestly having reached a billion notes I think itâs safe to say that in the Year of our lord 2041, this is the most popular tumblr post out there.
Iâm killing your parents before youâre born
Still here, whyâd you hesitate @derinthescarletpescatarian
Your mumâs ability to hold up under active gunfire was really hot. Iâm your dad now.
Isnât that the plot of Terminator
Where do you think the plot for Terminator came from?
This is such a classic trainwreck post that has the vibes of a 2014 screenshot posted to Pinterest and then the last addition is just last Tuesday I canât even
Imagine how I feel
POST, LIVE FOREVER!!!!!!
It doesnât have to
Yes it does.
Of course it has to, it gets a billion notes in 2041
We all know who needs to be @âd
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