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In case anyone finds it helpful because mobility aids are horrifically expensive and inaccessible…

And for those people who have access to mobility devices but might benefit from a second chair they can abuse without risking expensive damage…

Erik Kondo has made a website, Open Source Innovations, that details plans for DIY wheelchairs. These wheelchairs can be made from common materials like wood, plastic, and pvc. They are lightweight and can be custom fit to the user allowing from the same degree of movement you would get from a custom chair. And they are durable and easily repairable. (he has been stress testing his latest design by dropping it down stairs, dropping it out of a car, launching it across a driveway, and throwing it off a deck). Its 12lbs and I think he said its was in the $200 ish range for parts.

He also is working on cheap, open source, accessible designs for beach chairs, off road chairs, motorized attachments (think smart drive), and so on. Plus he skateboards in his wheelchair. Cool dude, helpful info, pass it on.

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Here is your reminder for today and tomorrow to support small businesses, especially native American small businesses, as much as possible.

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The duality of man is thinking “children cannot help themselves and we all need to be patient with them as they explore what it means to be human in public” and also “damn, I wish this crying baby was not on the plane rn :/“

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TODAY IS MY MOM’S BIRTHDAYYYY! Egypt is her baby, so please enjoy these lovely pics of him. 🖤

[P.S. my mom loves when you guys say cute things about Egypt🥰🐾]

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so true

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spoonie spell for energy

i’ve been veryvery low on energy lately (hello depression or autistic burnout), and when i spontaneously tried this yesterday, it had surprisingly effective results. (ofc, with the ingredients used, it can probably be scientifically/biologically explained, but it’s so much more rewarding to think about it in a magical way tbh, so why the fuck not, u know?) so i thought i’d share with my fellow spoonie witches.

you’ll need:

mug

teaspoon

instant coffee (i use espresso)

boiling water

sweetener or spice of your choice (i use honey, but you could also use sugars, cinnamon, whatever else you enjoy putting in your coffee and associate with energy)

how to do it:

put appropriate amount of instant coffee in mug (i use one teaspoon)

add boiling water

stir clockwise while chanting (in your head or vocally) the word “energy”

add sweetener or spice

repeat step 3

the fifth ingredient, and also step 4 + 5, is of course optional, i’ve just found that i’ve had greater success when i’ve added some honey. this is incredibly simple, but i’ve found it to be surprisingly effective. i usually stir quite fast, and more times than what’s simply needed to stir out the instant coffee and sweetener/spice.

and yes, i know i should add correspondences, but: i’m low on spoons. obviously. and i didn’t do any research on the ingredients before making this, i just went with my intuition and what i had available to me. maybe i’ll add correspondences later, or if someone else feels inclined: please go ahead.

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I feel this as well. I'm 33. I've had so much fear and anxiety and anger for as long as I can remember. I've had crippling depression for years. My mother, who I used to be really close to has been sucked into right wing politics, particularly regarding trans issues and it breaks my heart and makes me so angry.

I have so much grief for everyone who's being pushed down, people who need things like abortions or trans healthcare who might soon not be able to access safe forms of that help... I'm scared for myself, as a gay, disabled, hispanic person. I depend on my disability support to get the help I need, and I know I could lose that now and I'm barely scraping by financially as it is.

I'm angry for everyone who couldn't be bothered to actually be objective and intelligent about who they put their support behind. Who took the word of an extremely unreliable person at face value. Who believed that the leopards would never come to eat their face.

It all really sucks... But I think all we can do is just try to have hope for the future. We need to stand for what we believe in and show people that we're not just going to go away because they hate us. I'm hanging on, and I hope the rest of you can as well. We can get through this. It will get better, but we need to do all we can to help get it there.

I don’t know how to explain this well…but I’m 30 years old and I feel like I’ve had to ‘sacrifice’ my entire adult life to unprecedented times, the pandemic and daily anxiety over hateful politicians and whatever rights they want to take away on any given day and I’m just so fucking tired

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tell me in the tags if you sleep w the tv on/music playing or if it has to be pitch black/silent

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it disturbs me that a significant number of people think that the issue with sexual violence, gendered violence, and misogyny is sexual desire rather than dehumanization, so they are relentlessly suspicious of others' (and their own) desires while simultaneously never at all interrogating others' (and their own) dehumanizing beliefs about other people, both within and outside of sexual contexts

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heads up, in 2025 its going to be clownfish rules; if more than two friend in the group chat are facing male loneliness, the largest among them must become a woman

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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every good thing i lose comes back to me tenfold

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Witch Tip 127

For the American witches trying to curse Trump (and I guess the rest of ya'll too) who are using the excuse that your target "has a shield keeping the spells away"

You're stupid.

My number one tip for my curse-prone witches:

If they have a "shield"/ward up, and you are 100% certain they do, make the curse stick to them. It is not rocket science. Add some molasses, glue, or another sticky object to your curse.

You are a witch for fucks sake, you can have the gods on your side. Let them help you.

This Nazi isn't as strong as you think he is. I pity you for thinking he is.

Go for the juggular. Make the curse stick, and hit as hard as you want. I'm pissed that I have to say this. But here we are.

Oh, and also, hexes don't work instantly. All the hexes people are throwing at Trump could hit him later. Just saying...

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I can tell that on some bone-deep and fundamental level I am temperamentally a liberal is that, like -

Even if all the wonky neo-trad arguments about the declining marriage rate and the collapse in church attendance/thick inherited community obligations and etc etc were entirely correct on the object level and (to the first approximation) everyone really would be happier and more fulfilled if we ended no-fault divorce and brought back shotgun weddings and arranged marriages -

My incredibly powerful visceral reaction is no, not worth it. The dissolution of all unchosen bonds is a terminal value to be pursued for its own sake. You are a citizen of a the world and a cousin to every living soul, all else is (should be) as fleeting and contingent as your passions and whims. Concessions to reality on this are purely temporary and pragmatic.

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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

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♡♡ you can still reblog and claim your wish even if the poll has expired by the time it reaches your dashboard — there’s no expiration date for the magic ♡♡