#access is love

[danathon23]

I just watched All Of Us Strangers and I had the audio description on. I really liked the movie but oh wow the audio description was exciting! Specifically because of a connection I noticed between the first and last scene. (Possible spoilers!)

Here are my thoughts I jotted down right after finishing the movie, trying to recall the audio description from memory.

The audio description of the opening scene described sunlight reflecting on a building getting brighter orange, intensifying like a starburst. The end scene of Adam and Harry resting in bed drew further away making them smaller, and then morphed into a ball of light. It became a shining star in the night sky.

[medsocionwheels]

Covid, Mother's Day, and Masks in Healthcare

Got to spend Mothers Day [weekend] with my mom and mom-in-law, a rare occurrence between Grad School chaos and the Covid pandemic. Thankful for these masked mamas every day 💕 I mask because living with Covid does not have to mean accepting inevitable infection to celebrate important things with family. I 💯 support the push to keep masks in healthcare because I should not be more worried about my moms catching Covid at the doctor than I am of them catching Covid at UGA’s graduation, and without masks, I absolutely AM more concerned about healthcare. If you, as a healthcare worker, enjoy hanging out with your family, I am urging you to remember that your patients have families too, and your refusal to mask at work threatens their time with their families by putting them at heightened risk of death and debilitating disability while making them potential vectors of community transmission. Your refusal to mask in public is harmful—your refusal to mask at work as a healthcare worker is UNACCEPTABLE. Protect your patients, and remember, you signed up for that very tough job, and whether you “like” it or not, infection control is part of the package. And remember, it take minimal effort to be kind, but that minimal effort can literally be the difference between life and death for your patients. You ask why mask in clinic, I ask, why the fuck not? 

More footage from my graduation celebrations and associated covid mitigations:

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[somekindabard]

I spent ten years telling people "I dropped out of high school my senior year with only 2 months left because of illness" but I wish I would have reworded it. What happened was I was constantly sick and missing a lot of days. My grades did start suffering, but not horribly? I wasn't failing any classes, I just used to get straight As and I wasn't anymore. My dad got a letter saying that if I missed any more school, even excused absences, they would have to take us to court. I had an MRI scheduled for two days later and it was very necessary, so we had to make a decision. And ultimately, my health was more important. But was it really a decision? I wasn't failing, I kept up with extracurriculars when I was well enough, I was very active in school, I always caught up when I missed, but it didn't matter. I was pushing myself so hard, it made me sicker and they still said it's not enough.

I didn't really have a choice. Had we cancelled the appointment, something would have happened. There's no way with the state of where my illness was I wouldn't have missed another day. And then what? It's not just getting kicked out, it's going to court and what would happen there? I didn't even know what legal action they could've taken at the time. So I "dropped out" officially. But honestly, I was threatened out of school. I was kicked out.

When I say “school should be disability accessible”, I don’t just mean we need handicap rails and EAs. Kids should be able to miss a day without failing out of school. You shouldn’t be dismissed from clubs because your attendance record is “spotty” (true story). I once missed an entire week of school because of a terrible, unending migraine. I was expected to keep up with my studies despite the blinding pain that came with working on my computer. When I heard my teachers say that you couldn’t miss exams, I asked what I would have to do to be excused from them. Their response? “Either get a doctor’s note an hour before the exam or death of an immediate family member.”

I cannot express how rigid this expectation was. First of all, with my condition, I wouldn’t have enough warning about my sickness to go to the doctor and request a note. For many people, this is exceptionally difficult, especially with the current shortage of medical professionals. Next, it ignores the fact that my schedule may not line with theirs because of my medical needs. Once, I had to visit a hospital a province away (which I was on the waiting list of for over a year) on the same day as an exam. I begged my mother not to take me because I was so nervous that I would be marked as an automatic fail. I was lucky enough to make it work, but that’s only because of my spectacular support system consisting of family members and wonderful doctors.

Disabilities aren’t always about needing a bus that can accommodate wheelchairs. It’s already difficult enough for many of us to maintain school attendance without the harsh punishments involved for skipping a day. We need to be able to miss school without being punished. Only than can you claim that the school is “accessible”

[randomgirlyoudontknow]

love is stored in the fictional couple i’ve gotten overly invested in

[candelasobscura]

please enjoy this eastern grass owl. owls are so important to me please observe him

guys pls i just found this photo on pinterest, idk the situation of this owl, i just thought it was cute, chill 😭 i know its bad to keep animals as pets and idk the situation here. pleeeease chill out, i thought it was cute

[flowercrowncrip]

Disabled people who want to and can work deserve to be able to access fair, good quality employment without discrimination.

Disabled people who are unable to work deserve to be able to afford to live a good quality life without facing discrimination

[coolerdracula]

saying “visual style" because, for example, if you would swap your current wardrobe for an identical, ethically made counterpart, there would be no visible change

[demigods-posts]

percy doing better than annabeth in college is one my favorite developments in the rrverse. if we reflect on percy and annabeth's academic upbringing. annabeth living at camp allowed her to receive accommodations for her adhd and dyslexia and surround herself with like-minded campers who had the same limitations. whereas percy was ridiculed, belittled, and routinely humiliated because of his adhd and dyslexia. even more so, percy's friends and family leave him out of the loop on so many important issue (no chb orientation film, no information about the great prophecy) which perpetuates his subpar confidence and self-esteem in his skills as a student and a demigod. but going to college at NRU changes his mindset because he receives the accommodations he should have gotten years ago and fucking thrives to the point of getting higher grades than annabeth — a person he deems way smarter and more prepared than him in every way. the most important thing percy is learning now is that a supportive environment makes all the difference, and he is more capable than he initially thought.

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[aakeysmash]

college!sukuna’s first tattoo

college!sukuna’s masterlist

college!sukuna’s first ever tattoo was actually the first ever resemblance of a flower yuuji drew when he was 3.

yuuji was a babbling snotty kid, but he shut up when his exuberant energy was quieted with manual activities. back in the day sukuna had just turned sixteen, and he couldn’t afford to put him in daycare. well, most days he couldn’t even afford a decent place to stay at, so he had to be creative. the kid had a thing for dragging the coloured pencils the library supplied on whatever piece of paper his big brother managed to put right in front of his face while doing his high school homework. sukuna had to keep an eye out for an eventual choking-on-pencils problem, but he could do it. everything was better than his former home. he’d do it for yuuji. he’d always do it for yuuji.

one day, the kid just handed him the drawing with his chubby fingers, simply saying, “‘kuna, f’ you.”

the drawing was a little ugly, done with a bright yellow on a stark white sheet, so it was barely visible. sukuna sighed, rubbing his temple.

“what’s this, brat?” he asked, squinting, trying to make out the lines. his little brother peered up at him, big brown eyes wide open, coloured pencil still held tightly between his clammy palms.

“flowy. f’ you.”

sukuna tattooed it himself on his pec that night, right as he got into the rented shabby room, making all the lines squiggly because he'd never held a tattoo gun before in his life. he managed to buy one the week prior, because he came to know a lot of people were good with a half assed tattoo if they had to pay less, and he thought he could make easy money with it.

he sat himself near the broken mirror nailed on the entry door, the soft buzzing of the machine not stirring yuuji from his deep slumber between the makeshift bed’s sheets, put together with the only two covers sukuna managed to find in the room.

there were times when he pressed a little too much and winced, but he never made a sound. he tried to not make noises by holding his breath, just like he did when he realized yuuji drew the little ugly flower with him in mind. not mom, not dad, not a friend, not a little animal passing by which he scurried after. him. and it was the first time he ever drew something besides random scribbles. and he did it for sukuna.

as soon as he had the money, made by the same tattoo gun he used on himself, sukuna immediately went to a professional to cover the tattoo. it wasn’t because he was ashamed of it, quite the opposite, actually: he just wanted to keep it private. yuuji still doesn’t know about the whole thing.

even if you can’t see the flower now, he can still feel the bumps left from tattooing it to this day. he mindlessly traces over it when washing himself up after a particularly hard day at training. he touches it from on top of his football gear when he scores on the field, watching his little brother cheer from the bleachers. his gaze lingers on the spot every time he passes by a mirror.

oh, and the original drawing? still tucked in his wallet.

[lazylittledragon]

i refuse to believe that boycotting is hard. my favourite thing in the world is ordering maccies after a late night at work/a concert/getting drunk. yes i do miss it sometimes. but the other night i ordered from a small place near my house instead and it was the most orgasmic burger i've ever had in my life. i very rarely say this but fucking suck it up people are DEAD

[fingolfinwiththesteelchair]

One of my favorite Murderbot things is when the enemy is like: "time to be hostile! Security system, take care of that threat!"

And the security system is standing there metaphorically holding hands and making a friendship bracelet with Murderbot like: "Oh shit, there's a threat? Where!?" *turns to murderbot* "Did you see anything?"

[haunted-xander]

Best character btw

[simandy]

I think that we as a community should start repelling those people for real. We already know all they do is following trends, ignoring the rest of us, cc tracking, doxing etc. So why do we keep endorsing that shit? Why do we keep paying for it? If they're out there making that amount of money by SELLING cc, it's because there's someone to buy it. I know there are simmers that are out of the community. Mostly kids and teens who have no idea there is an entire community about it. Let the people who don't know about their evildoings raise them, why do we know and still pay for it? PSMBD is out there, dollhouse mafia, kemono party, ts4 rebels, etc etc. They will always have the stuff. And if they don't, is it really worth it? To give money to the kind of person who throws tantrums at a comment section and calls you a freeloader because you want one thing for free? I don't think it is, darling.

[chiscribbs]

I had an idea for a one-off Rise episode plot and just wanted to quickly sketch up some visuals for it.

The plot goes as follows: Donnie attempts to invent a cloning machine and, due to some kind of science-y mishap, ends up cloning himself...a lot. But there's a catch to this - the clones aren't exact copies of Donnie, they each possess just ONE of the various facets of his personality (i.e. brainy, broody, sarcastic, passionate, dramatic, mischievous, etc.) and a small portion of his mystic powers. Don tries his darnedest to keep the whole situation under wraps while he searches for a way to fix it, but some of the more rambunctious Donnies quickly escape and begin stirring up trouble in the Lair, so it doesn't stay a secret for very long. To make matters worse - the real Donnie starts to slowly disappear (something having to do with his existence being divided among the Donnies or blahblahblah fake science explanation). So, while he and the scientist Donnies continue to look for a way to reverse the cloning effect, his brothers and Co. set to work gathering up all the other Donnies so they can put them back where they belong and keep Donnie Prime™ from vanishing.

Hilarity, wholesomeness (and some mild angst) ensues.

(Note: I meant to include April in that second-to-last image, but ran out of room. Just know that she, Splinter, and probably Casey Jr. are all there, as well.)