#please go get help

[bunniexmae]

My peepee is free and looking for an angel ❤️😇

ew ur disgusting

literally horrifying that there are grown men that think it’s okay to talk to strangers like this

[dream-sans-mogai]

It lost popularity because disabled people dont want to bring it up but disability appropriation should be brought back as a term. That's what alot of these muds and pseudo-transabled terms are. You want to have a disorder but dont actually have it so you either pretend you have it or make up a ton of terms that basically are transabled without having to own it with stupid nonsequitors that allow you to claim enterance into our community without ever actually facing our oppression (no, someone calling a slur on the internet and your doctor clocking you for faking is not ablesit oppression.)

No, needing glasses or contacts doesn't make you "basically blind". No, your untreated unmedicated personality disorder is not a mental disability. No, your alter doesn't actually have that mental illness unless you do and you don't, that's just your assumptions about what that illness would look or feel like and has zero bearing on the reality of said illness. At this point y'all are turning the very real term of " atypical dysphoria" into a dog whistle for transid shit. It gets so misused so often and for everything that only really transids and diet rqs use it but expect people to respect you.

The mogai community has been trampling the disabled community forever then wonder why we all leave. We left cause you said you have the right to the word cripple cause the "headmate" you got off a bulid-a-headmate blog "came with a missing leg" and now you "totally understand the experiences of amputees". You have a mental illness, please seek help, it's not normal to want to be a system let alone have a physical or mental disability.

If you want one, either or both of these two things are true: 1. You do not understand the reality of disabled people and thus, believe it's just a cluster of symptoms Instead of the very real class struggles we deal with not just in public but also in private and often results in suicide due to how badly we are treated or 2. You understand the severe and terrible experiences of being disabled and still choose to pretend to have or genuinely want it and do not understand that wanting to be disabled doesn't actually make you disabled and is often a result of a desire to self harm with no outlet. Like... Not hurting yourself in the usual way but wanting to get by a car to be paralyzed is not only not a normal neutral desire but often the symptom of severe mental illness and a desire to self harm.

This is not normal and I don't even mean that in a pro-psych way, you need help. That is just one of many symptoms that can very very easily result in suicide. If you are having those desires consistently, especially if it's something thays consuming you and you think about it every single day and it's one of the few things you can focus on, especially if you want it as a result of an accident to remove personal accountability for causing that injury, that is a sign of something being very very wrong in your mind. This is not normal behavior that harms no one, this very quickly results in people maiming and abusing themselves. The mogai community is so scared of alienating people, they are trying to normalize intrusive thoughts. Yes, they are common in people with Ptsd but are very very often the symptom of a bigger problem and if you have them, get your ass in therapy. Common dosent equal normal and therefore harmless.

Im writing this in big text, Wanting to stab people or yourself or cut off body parts or desire a severe mental illness (often one that isnt invisible and is taken much more seriously than what most people actually have) is a cry for help and signs that you may become a danger to yourself and others. These are not normal and often are a symptom of a much bigger and much more serious problem. They are common and often do not result in anything but they can and are used as hallmarks showing where your head is. Therapists, professionals, use their frequency to measure mental turmoil. People with Ptsd, depression, anxiety, OCD, etc who are in healthy situations and are considered " getting better/ok" do not have these fantasies and intrusive thoughts with any or even semi-consistency.

If you are having these fantasies and desires more than twice a week, please ffs go get help. Especially if they are depressing or scaring you and are either lead or followed by self harm desires and suicidal thoughts. You are not a bad person for having intrusive thoughts and fantasies of disability or severe mental illness, they do not mean your inherently evil, violent or ableist. They do however mean that you may not be realizing how bad your self hate, depression, PTSD, etc are actually getting because these thoughts and desires, especially consistently, are your brain crying for help and considering every option it can to either cope with or escape a situation that's scaring it.

Do not listen to a 16 yr old on here saying it's totally normal to want to kys every 3 days and making flags and identities for wishing they were limbless, these are warning signs to you and others that something must change and you need to get help before the thoughts turn to fantasies and you feel the need to turn them into reality. Most people who actually hurt themselves say it was a passing thought that originally scared them, then became an obsessive fantasy then resulted in them hurting themselves and end up regretting it horribly. Please listen to them. This is not normal and we want you safe, happy and healthy and you are not safe, happy and healthy fantasizing about hurting yourself and trying to make that part of your identity. If you can't stop due to the fact disabled people are telling you they are hurting us and our community, do it for yourself.

[emotional-moss]

sorry for resorting to a meme about this but people are making me mad 👍

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[ko60192-newartblog-032h44]

HELP AHED AND HIS FAMILY IN GAZA!!!!

I've been contacted personally by Ahed ( @ahedfamily ), a 33 year old man who lives in Gaza with his wife and 3 children who are 9, 6 and 1 years old.

For over a year, they've had to suffer through the onslaught in Gaza and have been displaced 3 times, their home that Ahed worked hard to built being partially destroyed and unliveable. They made a fundraiser which is currently 26% fulfilled.

Throughout the siege, theey have had to travel long distances to wait for food and water with no guarantee they will have food on their plates. His children suffer from malnutrition. A bag of flour costs $250 and is often unavailable. Please keep in mind that they have a 1 year old, who depends on her family for basic function. In addition, his kids have had their education completely disrupted for a year.

All this family dreams for is peace - Ahed wants his children to live a freeing and blissful childhood, something that is impossible currently in Gaza. He wants to escape this siege to live a peaceful life with his wife and kids and you can make a difference and help this family.

Please consider donating to their fundraiser, absolutely nobody deserves to live in these conditions for any time, let alone over a year.

Please donate at least 5 euros/USD to help this family of 5 survive day-to-day. Costs of groceries are painfully high and finding any shelter, let alone a small tent is hard. Please appeal to your senses and share externally, reblog or donate if you can. If you can afford 5 USD/euros for a coffee or a snack, consider donating that money to this family. The smallest amount from countless of individuals will add up.

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[batboopp]

bruce wayne they could never make me hate you. they could also never make me like you either. good god you are fucked up

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

thinking of a new steddie fic/au hmmm.

It’s just the classic, Steve buys weed from Eddie in season 1 era, he and Tommy meet him at the bench in the woods behind school. Steve and Eddie have some playful banter and clearly get along, but it’s dismissed as just a drug deal and they go on about their lives.

Next time they meet is when a frantic Steve comes and finds Eddie after he’s just fought off the demogorgon for the first time. He’s rattled, and skittish, wearing a nasty black bruise on his eye, and just overall not acting like himself. He snaps at Eddie multiple times to just ‘hurry up’ and ‘get him his stuff’, and sure he’s being an asshole, but more than anything Eddie is just concerned. He has never seen The King Steve Harrington lose his cool like this. So Eddie cautiously gives him the weed, making sure not to give too much, and lets him go about his day, but not before asking if he’s alright. Steve clearly wasn’t expecting this and brushes it off defensively, but that doesn’t mean he’s not thinking about it for the rest of his week. How the hell did Eddie Munson notice something was wrong, when his own parents didn’t? Nor his “friends”?

They cross paths again a year later, the beginning of season two. Steve is still with Nancy and has freshly dumped his old douchebag crew of superficial friends. He is still sitting quite comfortably on the higher ranks of popularity, but there is no denying his status is not what it used to be. He comes to buy weed from Eddie in the first week back at school, and it’s a casual interaction. He’s still as charmingly stuck up as he ever was, but now without Tommy there to judge his every move, he seems a little more at ease when making casual conversation with Eddie. Eddie doesn’t mention the year before and Steve is so glad for it, secretly very embarrassed that he went to Eddie for some refuge after arguably his most traumatic experience to date. He gets his stuff, giving Eddie a smirk when he notices he’s dropped the price significantly for Steve when it’s just him alone. Eddie gives him a challenging smile back, almost daring him to call it out, but he doesn’t. They both just laugh and part ways.

The next run in is tina’s halloween party. They notice eachother when Steve first arrives, making eye contact and giving a polite nod. Maybe Eddie lifts his drink up to Steve in a silly salute. They don’t speak at all or make any effort to hang around eachother. That is, until Steve storms down the stairs in a rage after he’d gone up there with Nancy Wheeler. But then are those- tears? Eddie was standing on the front porch smoking a cigarette, trying to discreetly hide from one Billy Hargrove to avoid having to sell him anything, but staying visible enough that he won’t lose all chances of making any money tonight. Steve storms right past him and hits his shoulder. Eddie whips around and is about to call him a dick before he sees who it is.

Steve tries to quickly wipe his face, he won’t make eye contact with Eddie, and he’s clearly trying to get out as fast as he can. Eddie doesn’t let him, though, since he’s obviously not thinking very clearly and is most likely about to do something emotional and stupid. He asks if Steve’s alright, and his answers are all short and rushed, so he’s definitely not. They’re not really friends, but Eddie’s not an asshole.

— “Did you drive?” Eddie asks

“Yeah”

“Well, you’re drunk, Steve. You can’t get behind a wheel right now. And if I knowingly let you, then that makes me an accomplice. I’ll take you home.”

Steve tries to protest, attempting to push past him, but Eddie interjects. “Yeah, yeah, alright! Don’t thank me yet, Steve’o. This is not for you, see, I’m not trying to get a criminal record, here. I cant go to prison, Steve. Do you know what they’d do to a pretty guy like me in prison? Nope, let’s go hot stuff.” —

Eddie takes Steve home. They don’t talk much. By the time they reach Steve’s drive way and Eddie has put his van in park, Steve is making no attempt to exit the vehicle just yet. Eddie doesn’t know what to do, he didn’t really plan this far, so he’s just tapping away awkwardly at his steering wheel while Harrington stares down the dashboard so clearly lost in thought Eddie fears his head might explode. Steve tells Eddie what happened, says it’s ‘relationship troubles’, and he’s not quite sure what compelled him into being so honest with Eddie Munson, but he’s blaming the alcohol. Eddie wasn’t expecting that. They chat for a bit, Eddie makes Steve laugh and considers the whole night a success after that. Then they start cracking jokes about their shared hatred for Hargrove, and Steve looks and sounds a bit more ok to go inside. He thanks Eddie, quite sincerely actually, and it throws him a bit. He stutters a ‘yeah, for sure. It’s no problem.’ And Steve goes home.

After that, it’s a little different. Steve, doesn’t actually really have anyone, anymore. When they go back to school he’s now greeting Eddie here and there in the hallways, making conversation when they find themselves alone together, in the lunch line or at the bathroom sink. He doesn’t approach Eddie when there’s too many people around, though. As much as he’s grown, Steve Harrington still carry’s some prejudice in him about how certain things may make him look. But it doesn’t bother Eddie too much. It’s not like they are really friends, they’re just like, strange acquaintances. And Steve would never deny that they get along, that really Eddie’s ‘not so bad’. So that’s a win.

Steve finds Eddie again not long after the party to buy some more weed, a plan that sparked purely out of boredom. Eddie says yes, of course, but tells him if he wants it today he will need to wait till after school and meet Eddie at his place, since he was busy. So Steve takes a trip to the Munson trailer to make his deal. Eddie invites him inside and they sit together on the couch as he gets Steve’s bag ready. They end up making quite pleasant conversation, joking around and ultimately finding they are really enjoying each other’s company. They enjoy it so much so, that Steve ends up smoking there, with Eddie. So now they are kind of like, hanging out? And it’s fun, so they do it again. Still they’re not, friends friends, they just get along. Eddie just sells Steve weed sometimes and they keep it civil.

He doesn’t hear from Steve for a while, and the next time he sees him it’s from a distance, in passing. The man has the most roughed up face Eddie has ever seen, bruised and swollen in multiple areas, stitches and bandages all over. It’s really, concerning? completely metal, but alarming. This is the second time Eddie has seen the guy all beaten up like that. He knew that boys fight, but surely not that bad? As worried as he was, Eddie doesn’t approach him to ask questions, because they don’t know eachother like that. So he goes on about his day, and he doesn’t see Steve again after that for quite some time.

Then it’s summer, Eddie isn’t graduating again, and he’s not really sure what to do with himself over the break. The new mall has just opened up, and there’s a cool music store up on the second floor that he likes to visit sometimes with his band friends. And wouldn’t you know, working at the Scoops Ahoy located directly across from his favourite store, is Steve Harrington. The guy hasn’t come to Eddie for any weed since last year, and then there was that sighting where he looked like he’d just fallen face first into a flying fist or two, so it’s been a minute since Eddie’s seen him. And he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a nice surprise. He only goes into scoops once. He’s curious, okay? Sue him. And, he knows the girl who works with him, Robin. So he plays it off like he had no idea he’d see Steve there. And to his surprise, Steve actually acknowledges him. He doesn’t act like Eddie is a total stranger just because they’re not in school anymore. The interaction is quick, they make very casual conversation, Eddie says hi to Robin, grabs his milkshake and goes home. That’s all. He doesn’t go back, and he doesn’t really plan to. Steve’s nice, and he knows Eddie’s around if he needs to buy from him again, and that’s really as far as their relationship goes. That’s all it ever was. It’s been fun getting to know Steve Harrington a little bit better, even if it was just for a short time. Eddie liked having the chance to see in past the quaffed hair and pressed polo shirts to learn that Steve was really just a person under it all. He never thought he’d say it, but Harrington wasn’t so bad. It was a nice little eye opening experience for Eddie.

Eddie was ready to write off his little blips of interaction with Steve Harrington as a thing of the past, no hard feelings, and move on with his life. That is, until he gets a knock at his front door in the middle of the night afew days after the big mall fire. And it’s Steve on the other side. And he looks awful, his face is the worst Eddie’s ever seen it. And he wasn’t really knocking, more like pounding. He says he needs Eddie’s help.

What the fuck?

[lygma-nygma]

Being a batfam fan is funny because people will make a post like “here’s my headcanon-“ and it’s just something that’s directly canon to the story then post about major canon events and get everything wrong.

[heartorbit]

stay warm! 🌟🍬🤖🎈

[inkskinned]

there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.

it is harder.

it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.

it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?

it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister

on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving

it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.

i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.

it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.

[muirmarie]

jim being canonically the shortest one of the triumvirate is genuinely so important to me lmao, like yesssssss, let that beefy babe be shorter than both his boyfriends!!!!

[scribbsyscribs]

Angel: Well heya, Hot Stuff. What's poppin'?

Husk: My joints.

Angel: Oh.

[egophiliac]

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 74

When a new black-haired blue-eyed person appeared in the manor, one could easily be forgiven for thinking that Bruce’s adoption problem had struck again. So color many a batkid surprised that no, this kid isn’t a new sibling, no he didn’t get grabbed from the street, and actually he’s here for Alfred. Apparently Alfred never found it important to mentioned that he has a husband- that the kid kind of implies isn’t human what with the casual way he says he himself is half human- and that this kid is apparently their child. For once it’s Bruce’s turn to come home to a surprise sibling. 

Danny on the other hand just learned that his Clockpa has a semi-mortal partner who has offered to take him in, (in another dimension even! And there’s aliens!!) while the ancient takes care of some stuff at home. And yeah it’s in a rich-manor but Sam has proved that not all rich people are evil, and based off of Mr Pennyworth’s stories the Waynes weren’t bad either. Though based off of the others’ reactions perhaps he should wait to mention that there wasn’t one new family member but three…