#ableism on the other hand....

[freakinator]

yknow i really do wish the lsers would evaluate their ableism/sanism problem at some point but i doubt thats ever gonna happen considering that shits normal in society and barely seen as a problem even in leftist spaces

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[jingerpi]

cursed to be perpetually aware of

"transmisogyny targets trans women -> it also hurts trans men -> anti trans panic also hurts cis women"

"the US and Israel are commiting genocide in Gaza -> the genocide is also hurting Palestinian Christians and white tourists -> this war money could be better spent domestically"

"anti homeless architecture makes it illegal to live without a house -> it also hurts disabled people -> ableist structures also hurt abled people"

it's weird because with some of these there are genuine points to be made and it's worth discussing the full consequences of things but I can't help but be aware of the human-value-hierarchy implicit in these statements and how attention is always brought away from those who suffer most from their own oppression. it's not really surprising and it's 100% the system working as intended but you really start to see it everywhere once you look

[aroaceleovaldez]

emo Nico x scene Will Solace...

[onebillionghosts]

i stg if i see one more person call montresor a "narcissist" or "sociopath" despite the fact that both of the characters he's manipulating right now are so heavily personality disorder-coded, i will fuckin kill a man

[books-apples-socks]

(...) Silver had terrible hard work getting up the knoll. What with the steepness of the incline, the thick tree stumps, and the soft sand, he and his crutch were as helpless as a ship in stays. But he stuck to it like a man in silence, and at last arrived before the captain, whom he saluted in the handsomest style. He was tricked out in his best; an immense blue coat, thick with brass buttons, hung as low as to his knees, and a fine laced hat was set on the back of his head. “Here you are, my man,” said the captain, raising his head. “You had better sit down.” “You ain’t a-going to let me inside, cap’n?” complained Long John. “It’s a main cold morning, to be sure, sir, to sit outside upon the sand.” “Why, Silver,” said the captain, “if you had pleased to be an honest man, you might have been sitting in your galley. It’s your own doing. You’re either my ship’s cook—and then you were treated handsome—or Cap’n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang!” “Well, well, cap’n,” returned the sea-cook, sitting down as he was bidden on the sand, “you’ll have to give me a hand up again, that’s all.” (...) Silver’s face was a picture; his eyes started in his head with wrath. He shook the fire out of his pipe. “Give me a hand up!” he cried. “Not I,” returned the captain. “Who’ll give me a hand up?” he roared. Not a man among us moved. Growling the foulest imprecations, he crawled along the sand till he got hold of the porch and could hoist himself again upon his crutch. Then he spat into the spring. “There!” he cried. “That’s what I think of ye. Before an hour’s out, I’ll stove in your old block house like a rum puncheon. Laugh, by thunder, laugh! Before an hour’s out, ye’ll laugh upon the other side. Them that die’ll be the lucky ones.” And with a dreadful oath he stumbled off, ploughed down the sand, was helped across the stockade, after four or five failures, by the man with the flag of truce, and disappeared in an instant afterwards among the trees.

[hexastitchimera]

Hey friends, I've noticed that it's that time of year where people are being nasty, specifically and especially to us madfolk. If you've gone through that personally, I'm very sorry, and you have my solidarity & support.

However, if you'd like to know something that helps me a lot, is in relation to the dreaded rhetoric of:

[ TW: reality questioning / gaslighting ]

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"Reality is a simulation!!"

"Life is an illusion!!"

"You can't prove anybody else exists!!"

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[ /End TW ]

And all the others exactly like them.

Though I used to be very distressed over these claims, I've found a way to cope with them that doesn't involve lying to yourself and your rightful anxieties. If anything, it can foster a better sense of trust in ourselves, as well as a confidence boost.

When this rhetoric pops up, I tell myself:

"This does not and will not change how I have been living thus far. I will continue to live my life as usual."

"Even if that was true/real, there is inherent power in being unaffected and living life as usual despite knowing so."

And, most importantly, "MY lived experience is my LIVED experience, illusion or not."

Nothing about ferociously affirming- or denying- any aspect of what is "truly real" or not. You are focusing on and validating the experience of the most important POV in your existence, which is to say yourself and your own.

Though I am fully aware that, in the heat of the moment, our brains will respond in protective albeit intense ways, practice practice practice. Personally, I had to coax myself for nearly a month's worth of episodes before this technique started digesting.

Once your brain makes the pathways and connections however, you will find that it gets easier. It doesn't have to ever be "cured"- I still get paranoid myself over reality- but it can be mitigated for YOUR safety and comfort.

Because at the end of the day, YOU are here. YOU deserve nothing but peace, safety, good health, good company, and good times. Never let anybody- especially non-madfolk and psychiatry- tell you otherwise.

Love & Solidarity to you All,

- Delta 💜

[slugass]

using "sanity" as a stat that lowers... great, so hopeful. what an accurate and not outdated concept.

oh look, now some of you are making higher aggression and scary monstrousness go hand-in-hand with lower sanity... "insanity 100%"... wow so suprised, truuuly an improvement from all those shitty "character go INSANE AND KILL BC INSANITY = VIOLENCE" you used to make all the goddamn time.

[the-moogle-of-your-nightmares]

one thing i really deeply wish is that i'd had access as a kid to the plural community and information that are more easily available today, instead of my first experience with plural community which both took it seriously and was nonjudgmental having been 10's era tul/pa.info lmao

[mikurulucky]

I'm starting to think this fandom has an ableism problem when it comes to people with disabilities that affect how they present themselves and their ability to understand social cues.

Like, as soon as someone with mental health issues and neurological problems shows unpleasant symptoms, people are quick to villainize them. And I think that's something that needs to be addressed.

Just, please investigate claims and take them seriously before jumping to conclusions automatically. Ask everyone who was involved or something, anything.

I just want all this to end for everyone involved.

And don't pressure, bully, tease, or harass anyone, that should go without saying. I've seen some shit in this fandom and it's why I've left it some years ago. I just feel like this all needed to be said.

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

watching fandaniel go is wild because he is just [vestibular stims] [vestibular stims] [vestibular stims] [vestibular stims] and yeah man that's a mood

[scarletiswailing347]

hmm yknow ive never had to worry about this before cause all the fandoms ive been in ive never really been in the same space as the creators so i never had to worry about the ccs/creators seeing my liveblogs even if i only rarely did it before but since the lsers are here maybe i should just stop liveblogging?? cause like in case it wasnt obvious im a massive hater first and foremost and if theres one thing you dont show the creators its hate so like. idk maybe its time to stop for good

[nocturne-of-illusions]

[cw ableism, slur talk]

love the brand of tumblr post that's like

OP: tumblr, the ableist "autism" site,

OP in the replies: /calling people the r slur/ i can reclaim it and idc about how you feel abt it bc i'm low empathy, stop being a [slur].

i looooooooooooooooove when people equate being low empathy w being a shithead and throw other low empathy ppl under the bus! loooooooooove when people make posts about real issues to try to get a free pass to do harm to others!! loooooooooooove when people say they can "reclaim" a slur that is solely a slur and then use it... as a slur... against other people.

ableist autism site, indeed!!!!! 🙄

[22degreehalo]

One of the interesting things about Andy in terms of like shitty parent situation flavour and all is that, he really seems to crave the approval of his mum and dad, and definitely recognises that they love his brother more than him, but they like... actually don't even seem to have any expectations for him at all anymore from what we see

Like his whole family deal was of course sorta infamously all over the place based on what the writers thought was funny in any given moment (like if not for secretaries he wouldn't have a step mom, but then likes this other place because it's where his parents decided not to get divorced), but the most consistent vibe I get is just that they like. Already gave up on him and treat him as at best a family embarrassment they'd rather not acknowledge. And he MOSTLY seems to understand that and tries to prove them wrong and win them back over in his endlessly optimistic sort of way but Garden Party proves that they just. don't even seem to care anymore? At all? And all of Andy's like valorisation of his family history and desires to prove himself to them only really matter in his head.

It's just interesting from the perspective of like, him being queer. Because on the one hand yeah, it would conflict with his own sorta Self Image that he has both painstakingly and not entirely consciously concocted? The one he ruthlessly maintains at all times despite not seeming to have any particularly great intellectual self-awareness of? Which is a thing in itself: Andy isn't exactly the greatest character for like... self-reflection. To put it mildly. So it's hard to imagine how he'd navigate that kind of personal discovery and integrating it into his general behaviour, self-identity etc. And ultimately yes, his mum and dad wouldn't be too fond of having an openly bi son. Especially in the late 00s slash early 10s.

But also, in Gossip, he actually... does seem to question whether or not he's queer!! And try to pursue and evaluate it earnestly!! (Of course in fitting with the above, it's not because of any PERSONAL feelings or discoveries, just...... other people have said it. So maybe it HAS to be true??) Like, he doesn't seem THAT far down into the 'haha that couldn't POSSIBLY be true!' self-denial or whatever. And he doesn't seem THAT freaked out or upset by the possibility, either: just really, really confused!

Maybe that's it: he just feels this intense, constant desire to act however other people expect him to act. (Which....... relatable as dude lmaooo.) If other people keep thinking he's gay, then well: guess he's gotta have to act like a gay dude. But he has to get Oscar's guidance, of course, and then ultimately demands Michael just tell him. Maybe it's just a chameleon thing, and if his parents came by in this episode for some reason he'd be immediately like pshhht no way would the Nard-dog ever be up for that! He's a Cornell grad, equals a CATCH, and he is totally prepared for marrying a sufficiently classy lady to match! (Cue Oscar giving him the stink-eye in the background.)

So. Would there be a fear of like, parental disapproval...? Because while they wouldn't approve... I can't see them disapproving much more than they already do. It seems more likely that it would just bolster the view of him that they already have. But I don't think Andy is THAT pessimistic about it. And maybe that's it: it's almost comforting to think that they wouldn't want him to be queer, because that'd mean they actually care on some level about him. It's harder to admit that he could tell them anything and they'd just sigh and roll their eyes and keep going as they are.

IDK man. I'm working on another fic (my annual Christmas fic~~) and when it came to fill out the obligatory internalised homophobia subthemes I realised it was actually kinda a lot more complicated than I first assumed, lol.

[susandsnell]

Becky Albright 🌀

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

🌀 — from the number generator on google: 11 — heartbeat

She'll never forget it; Doctor Niedelman telling her parents that while cardiac disorders and abnormalities weren't usually a complication from scoliosis, but there was an increase in risk factor, and they needed to monitor it closely until surgery.

A lot of long, frightening words for an oft-pummelled kid to be sure, even if one of the myriad reasons for the target on her back was her bookishness, but decades on, Becky Albright still instinctively seeks out a heartbeat.

Call it force of habit; two fragile fingers, pressed lightly to the left of her breastbone, became as much a ritual for her as any of the stretches she was instructed to practice, as apples and honey come every autumn, as blasting music in her ears or burying her nose in a book to drown out jeers and stares and turns of phrase that painted her either as an incompetent, a freak, or a broken doll.

Becky remembers them as she does the words to songs on her well-worn cassettes; how mom's was always fluttering, and how dad's, steady and far too slow, before the day it stopped altogether.

She remembers the humiliated pounding that rocked her small frame and echoed in her ears during unending minutes when she gripped her cane tight as she could and simply weathered the patronizing 'concerns' of the useless witch they called an academic advisor at Gotham University —

"You know, law school isn't for everyone. If you have these...challenges, you may want to consider a more relaxed—"

She'll never forget how the toxin caused it to ram into her chest — how melting faces undulated before coagulation into hand after hand after maggot-fingered hand that pointed at her, that covered her mouth with the intent to suffocate, that dragged her down, down, down, pinned her in place and all she could hear was laughter, kids' laughter, and every cruel thing at once slurring together and dripping off those faces —

twistedbodyfreakfuckingingerkidlawschoolisnotforeveryonelousyuglycrybabyhunchbackdirtystupidpleasenotonourteamwhywouldanyoneinviteherdumbcri—

And Becky will equally never forget how slow her heart seemed in the hospital, the steady beeping of the monitor a reassurance, no matter how feeble and tremulous it felt in her chest. You are here. You are here. You are here. You never went away.

And neither did your demons.

But the heartbeat that's become the most familiar to Becky — she might even dare to call it her favourite — was the one that beat a furious staccato beneath the hollows of raddled collarbones, heavy enough to crack the pronounced ribs upon which she tended to precariously pillow her head when all was said and done.

Tapered fingers might tangle in her russet curls if she so allowed them, but they could not draw her from the intoxicating rhythms of her monster's pounding heart.

If she was fool enough to close her eyes in his presence — and oft, she did, in the interest of living up to plucky Becky, even when uttered as a taunt — she might imagine a dance. Some mystic rite, as ancient and unknowable as fear itself, a dizzying spin in accordance to his rhythms; to the drifting of clouds over the moon just outside her window. This heartbeat calls her to the dance, as hypnotic as a song, as promising of danger as an undertow.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum — Be-cky, Be-cky, Be-cky.

She laughs against his bare skin.

"Now, what could possibly be so funny?" Jonathan asks lazily, peering down his hooked nose at her with the closest he ever gets to indulgence.

With none of the terrified trepidation of the first time he came back to her by moonlight, so fresh from Arkham she could practically feel the damp and cold herself, Becky speaks up.

"Your heartbeat," she says. "It's going wild."

He clears his throat. "Yes, well, that's to be expected —"

Becky interrupts her Scarecrow, and doesn't even bother hiding her wicked grin.

"���when you're frightened?"

[thedevotionaltour]

Daredevil #12 - "Sightless, in a Savage Land!" (November 1965)

Written by Stan Lee Art by Jack Kirby (pencils), John Romita Sr. (pencils, inks)