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[obeychoso]

MAI?! USERNAMES !

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ma1hmz ⠀ ⠀ ⠀mainzmai ⠀ ⠀ 4maijkk

pls like or reblog if you save/use ♡︎

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[duraante]

long ass baguette in the tiny plate is taking me out. someone get this guy a job ❤️ (original under cut)

i spent 5 years trying to button up his coat but ultimately i decided it couldnt be done 💔💔💔

[mumblesplash]

in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem

[hinamie]

theyre soft your honour

[sableeira]

when you have committed literal crimes but the crimes of your past that haunt you the most are the gay thoughts for your partner aka the person you hate most in this world

continuation to joke tags on this post. 15 Dazai was ready to haunt his 22 y/o self with some past mistakes…. instead Dazai is already suffering

[the-golden-vanity]

Day 3 of our sailing voyage, somewhere off the coast of Long Island— I had a little friend with me at the helm. He stayed on our mainsail boom long enough to dry his feathers, and then flew off to wherever he was going.

[cerezzzita]

Hi dmcblr, how's it going?

[i-know-how-my-story-ends]

Intellectually, before I had trouble walking, I knew that there were widespread accessibility issues for disabled folks basically everywhere.

However, living with mobility issues myself has brought me so much more awareness of the multitude of difficulties disabled folks face. There's little things everywhere-- the lack of space between tables in restaurants, the items on store shelves that are hard to reach, the long walk between elevators-- that I would never have noticed on my own if I hadn't been forced to navigate them.

If someone pointed it out, I would have noticed that these were accessibility issues. On my own, without experiencing those problems myself, I probably wouldn't have.

I don't think that's a bad thing, necessarily. I think it's a human thing. If something is outside the scope of your experience, it's not something you instinctively pay attention to.

I don't expect my friends to instinctively avoid stairs, for instance. I just expect them to listen to me when I tell them I need to take the elevator.

So, in summary: you won't always understand or notice systemic accessibility problems if you aren't affected by them. That's okay! Just listen to those who do experience/notice them and try to adjust your behavior appropriately.

[darkwood-sleddog]

lmao not @staff walking back what they said about the chronological feed as if they 'didn't mean to come across that way uwu' when we fucking know what you meant with all that corporate speak bullshit calling a followers only feed "outdated".

Staff could have EASILY mentioned in the original post they weren't taking away a beloved feature (chronological feed). If staff knew one fucking thing about this website, it's that they should have clarified that and yet...

anyways. i don't trust staff at ALL (but been here forever and never have). I do think it is pathetic that they don't have an ounce of respect for their userbase. It's fine to want to gain more followers, but doing so at the expense of the userbase that has kept the website afloat for years is not it.

also if the existing userbase left this place it would be a deadzone that is unattractive to new users. the fact that we make it busy and make content is WHY IT IS APPEALING.

edit: if tumblr was ACTUALLY serious about keeping the chronological feed and not just walking back what they said after massive backlash then why do new users not have the option to make the following only dashboard tab their default? huh??

[copia]

endless ghifs 17/? ⛧ source — Absolution at Carolina Rebellion 07/05/2016

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[gossippool]

"wade fell first" this "logan fell first" that. "they both fall in love at the same time during a completely random moment that takes them both by surprise but neither of them knows the other felt the same and they both don't speak about it for months" how about THAT!

[userboxezz]

"This user is an evil gay scientist"

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[kas-eddie-munson]

cw: ableism, depression

~~~

Eddie always tried not to dream too big.  He grew up poor, with shitty parents, so he learned pretty early on to prepare for disappointment if he ever asked for or wanted something, even non material wants, like love.

It didn’t always work, though.  His teachers always said he had his head in the clouds.  He dreamed of becoming a rockstar, getting married with kids afterwards.  Moving into a big house with a dog and a yard.

And he knew, really, it was silly.  But he thought maybe he could get bits and pieces of that if not the whole thing.  Maybe he would never have his dream job, but he could do something similar.  Play his guitar at bars on the weekend, teach kids music lessons, or work at a record shop.

Maybe he would never find someone who could put up with all his dramatics and energy full time, but he’d have a girlfriend, eventually, for a while.

And here he was.  Couldn’t even sell weed anymore, couldn’t get out of bed without help sometimes, could barely get out of the house without help, certainly couldn’t drive.  The new trailer didn’t even have steps, it had ONE step.  And that was enough to stop him from moving up and down with a wheelchair.

ONE step.

The bathroom door was too narrow to fit through with it.  He had to hold his piss sometimes when he didn’t have the energy to get all the way there without his chair.

He knew he was a financial burden on Wayne.  The government paid off most of his medical bills, and for their new home, but that wasn’t gonna cut it forever.  Especially if Wayne kept insisting on him continuing physical therapy.

He wondered what they told him.  If Wayne really thought he could ever walk again, more than across a room or from the door to the car.

Eddie did, at first.  Again, dreaming too big.

The doctors were honest with him, even if his heart wasn’t.  He’d be in pain probably the rest of his life.  Things would get better, but he’d probably always need his chair, at least sometimes.

Things were awkward, with his friends.  They didn’t get it.  He didn’t expect them to, and it’s not like they ever talked about feelings and shit anyway.  They didn’t think he killed Chrissy, he was pretty sure, and they weren’t super weird about how he got jumpy sometimes, but they’d get so awkward.  He’d move past them in his chair, and they’d cast their eyes to the floor, trying not to look at it.  Stopped inviting him places when half the time they’d show up and there’d be no ramp, or the ramp would be too steep, or too narrow to actually get up it.  Or they’d have to talk to five different employees to find the one who knew how to work the automatic door in the back of the building by the dumpster.

Not to mention how he often needed help just getting out of the car.  And how he ALWAYS needed a ride.

So they stopped talking to him, more or less.  The Party did still, kind of.  Dustin was always going on about Eddie’s exercises, and telling him how he can still do anything if he sets his mind to it, that that’s what they always said at science camp.

He means well, but Eddie doesn’t know how to tell him he’s already trying so, so hard.  That this is him at a hundred and ten percent.  That not every problem is something you can fix.

So, Eddie spends a lot of time alone, in his room, exhausted, too tired to even write music or work on campaigns - stuff you can do lying down - half the time.

Except on Thursdays.  Thursdays, Steve drove him to his physical therapy appointments.  It honestly felt kind of pathetic how much he looked forward to sitting in a car mostly in silence for thirty minutes a week.  He tried putting on music sometimes, but Steve always turned it off, and Eddie?  He’s too tired to fight over stuff like that anymore.

And Steve didn’t want to talk, it seemed.  People didn’t usually ignore him when he spoke these days, but Steve almost always did.  And Eddie didn’t care, really.  Again, lowering his expectations.

That was until this Thursday, anyway.  Sitting in silence, Eddie noticed a plastic bag by his feet in Steve’s normally pristine car, and Steve snatched it out of his hands when he tried to pick it up.

“Sorry, I uh, forgot to clean that up,” he said, and stuffed it in the center console.

Parked at the physical therapy place, Steve got out of the car to get Eddie’s chair out, and one of the older women who went here sucked him into a conversation Eddie was half listening to through the closed doors.  He glanced in the rear view mirror, and noted that Steve was facing away from the car.

Eddie looked at the center console, considering.  He popped it open and inspected the bag.  Inside was a stapled sheet of printer paper and a brochure.  Eddie frowned, and stuffed everything back in the bin as the woman left and Steve popped the trunk.

The brochure was information about hearing loss.

Steve helped him out of the car, and held the door for him into the building as usual.  Eddie noted how, despite being unusually quiet, Steve still treated him pretty normally, compared to some of their other friends.

Eddie didn’t get much done during his appointment.

~~~

Edit: Now has a part two; part three; part four; part five; part six (final!)

[divinemachina]

lethe back at it again. vampire v-model