My parents thought I was a straight daughter. Really I am a
Forget gender – what the English language really needs is ordinal pronouns. There are so many thorny writing problems that would instantly be solved if there were pronoun forms that specifically meant “the first of several people being discussed”, “the second of several people being discussed”, etc.
“The 0th of several people being discussed”, “the (ω+7)th of several people being discussed”, etc.
Using the ordinal pronoun for the zeroth person indicates that the party so designated is not included in the context under discussion – or, more plainly, an indirect way of of saying “and then there’s this asshole”.
“Oh, it’s her(0).”
I do think that it’s pretty interesting how this coronavirus pandemic has showcased how manufactured inaccessibility is.
When I was too sick to attend high school, I was told that any distance learning accommodations were impossible and I was forced to drop out. Now, my same high school has switched to online courses.
When I asked my college’s disability office if they could offer any accommodations for days I was unable to make it to class due to my illness, I was told that it was not possible, and that if I missed more than the allotted amount of days I would be automatically failed. Now, my college is offering numerous online accommodations any any illness related absences are fully excused.
When I spoke with my college about the physical problems that the increased burden of work study was causing me, they didn’t care, and said I could either work 20 hours a week or not get the money. Now, they’re funding work study for students who are either ill or who are not physically be on campus.
It almost seems like full accessibility isn’t actually impossible, and institutions just don’t want to make the effort to include disabled individuals.
Somehow, when abled people need accommodations, they’re readily available.
funny that I've been told so many times by able-bodied/neurotypical people that I'm "lucky" to stay at home all day
*intense eye-roll*
and now those same people are all losing their shit because it isn't some fun magical experience being stuck inside all day
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Ok real talk tho
wheelchairs are heteronormative
because how the fuck am i supposed to sit gay on this thing, with these side guards cutting in to my legs
where are the queer wheelchairs y’all?
You gotta scoot your butt forward and sit in the middle of your cushion, then you can cross your legs, lean back on your backrest, spread your knees wide, or sail across the room backwards using foot propulsion like a bisexual sea captain.
Also, to make your chair a little more queer I recommend rainbow spoke straws!
love sleeping in guest bedrooms. they’re always just a Little off
blanket is tucked in too tight. headboard is too cold. fan is a little too loud. it’s incredible
You’re welcome here, but not for too long
none gender with left boy
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Top 10 Cute But Practical Outfits for when You're Exploring that Castle Rumored to be the Home of One or More Vampires
This is only a top 5 but still
The other 5
Fact: any given polycule has someone who has at least one of the following things on them at all times:
- a sewing kit
- a full set of dice
- a pocket knife
- a perpetual sense of dread
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"i saw this and thought of you" is my favorite love language
a gift bought on impulse and lovingly given at your next meeting? a pretty rock picked up and polished clean on the hem of a shirt? an obscure reference to some inside joke only you and they share? a funny internet meme? they're all ways of saying that "this thing brings me joy, and i want to share that feeling with you, because i associate it with you" and whenever i actually think about that for any length of time i honestly feel like i need to just lie down for a while
Reminder, if I ever unknowingly reblog from someone gross/don’t notice op but you do PLEASE let me know
I naively kinda assume like a herd immunity will keep posts like that off my dash so I’m not usually super vigilant when it comes to checking op, but sometimes that isn’t the case
So yeah, I will never be upset about being warned of that kind of thing, whether you wanna do anon or whatever I will appreciate the heads up!
Instead of making up shitty racist headcanons about Miles shoplifting join me in headcanoning him picking up ballet because he thought Gwen being a ballerina was super neat and it would help him in his spiderman job
Spider strength he can’t control + Lifts = Hilarity
Miles, muttering to himself: do not yeet the ballerina. do NOT yeet the ballerina
Jumps. JUMPS.
Miles frantically googling “How high can normal people jump??? How high can ballerinas jump?????? I don’t think I’m supposed to be able to jump straight up to the ceiling and also I keep getting stuck up there please help”
Once Mile’s spider sense pinged lightly about a balcony set and he told the crew master he had a bad feeling about it. The balcony collapsed later. No one was hurt, but now Miles has to go over sets and pronounce them clear of ‘bad feelings’
He’s not even good enough to be in shows yet, but nothing goes out without his seal of approval
honestly I have known so many stage managers and props department people who are Exactly This Superstitious. (And hell, in this case they’re not even wrong he literally has magic danger powers)
I’ve also known a few dancers, and without exception the reaction to finding out this boy can effortlessly hold them in a single arm lift or YEET them dozens of feet in the air (And catch them after!) would be PURE GLEE.
“Okay, Glynda, look, we all know he’s Spiderman. Kid’s terrible at hiding it. But imagine this. None of us tell him we know and none of us tell him how high ballerinas can really throw their partners. And each class we just keep on pretending like we’re impressed with how fast he’s improving but, y'know, he’s still got further to go.”
“Uhuh, yeah, I see that look in your eyes Glynda. You know exactly where I’m going with this. How high do you think Spiderman can throw you?”
“Okay, Glynda, stop giggling, the giggling is creepy. Dessie, please make her stop giggling.”
This is wonderful