chronically (w)ill

i am a white, neuroatypical, disabled/chronically ill, panromantic, gray-asexual, infj, trans demiguy who is interested in social justice and constantly learning new things. i love reading, ice skating, art, theatre, psychology, turtles, guinea pigs, and babies (i want to be a parent more than anything). a few of my fandoms are: harry potter, doctor who (pre-moffat), most things by joss whedon (except him), homestuck, star wars, pokemon, animal crossing, flight rising, and many more. (avatar by pettyartist on dA)


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screamingcrawfish:

queermarauders:

I just realized that in POA not only does Snape teach about werewolves because he hopes someone notices Lupin’s lyncanthropy, but he also takes away Remus’ opportunity to teach about them as they should be, not as monsters, but as afflicted people.

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pepperandpals:


thepacificparrotlet:

Roxy decided that she needed to be in the photo

This makes me laugh so hard. Like a photobombing bird torpedo.

pepperandpals:

thepacificparrotlet:

Roxy decided that she needed to be in the photo

This makes me laugh so hard. Like a photobombing bird torpedo.

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andreashettle:

ragingpeacock:

Is funny when doctors and other peeps act like my problem is that I’m obsessed w/ my disability. Um no. You have it backwards. The problem is I HAVE to be cuz it is a constant problem.

I’m deaf. About 25 years ago, I was working for a little while as a classroom aide at a program that worked with deaf children with multiple disabilities. All the teachers and other classroom aides were hearing, but they all could sign.  Not at native signing level, but enough to carry on a basic conversation.

So, one evening, all us adults bring all the kids to a special one-night camping trip. All the kids are put to sleep, which frees up the adults to get into a circle and have some fun to ourselves for a while. People start talking, except they were forgetting to sign.  So I reminded them to please sign so I could understand them.  One of them told me that, no, they weren’t going to sign because this was our night to have fun and not have to think about communication.

So no one signed all night. They talked, they laughed, they had fun. I sat, feeling lost and cut off and betrayed. I remember wishing I had had the nerve to say, “No, what you mean is, you want a night in which everyone EXCEPT ME gets to not think about communication.”

I think sometimes when non-disabled people insist that we are too obsessed with our disability, what they REALLY mean is, “I wish you would stop reminding me that I have a shared responsibility as a fellow member of society to proactively ensure that we all have an opportunity to be engaged in society.  I wish you would just pretend to not have a disability so I can pretend that I don’t have to do anything to enable you to do the same things the rest of us are doing.”

The luxury of not needing to think about disability in a society that is designed to lock us on the cold outside is a non-disabled privilege. 

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beccaliving:

Just a reminder that tattoos don’t have to mean anything. They do not require some intricate and moving backstory. Some people just appreciate having art on their skin…it’s as simple as that.

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lizardvvizard:

representation-isms:

Do you ever get rly pissed because the hunger games films could’ve told such a deep story with themes that reflect our own society’s oppressive systems

but instead they whitewashed the main leads, erased their disabilities, and pretty much romanticized the violence

The degree to which THG movies play into exactly the things the story condemns will never not be staggering to me

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at least one good thing happened today: i sent a message to the flight rising admins about my deleted message mishap, and they restored it for me!

so i have the almost 18k treasure i accidentally deleted! i really hope i don’t do that again, cause i know they won’t save my butt twice (understandably)

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paradoxes-for-breakfast:

reasons why halloween is the best holiday:

  1. you are not obliged to visit your relatives
  2. you are not obliged to get gifts for anyone
  3. people will give you candy for absolutely no reason other than halloween
  4. its the only day when its socially acceptable to go out in public dressed like a penguin

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klavierr:

py-bun:

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bishck ifunut

IMLAUGHINGSOHARD.

ITS LIKT A FUCKINF VACCUMM

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Reblogged from minuiko

Anonymous said: I've always loved drawing but I've never had a natural talent or flair for it, and I always try to draw but then it's always a complete pile of shit and i get upset and rip it up and then throw it away. I have literally no talent. Where should I begin to draw? I really would like to, I just don't know where to start.

minuiko:

For starters: I really, really dislike the idea of talent. Thinking that someone else is just more innately attuned to something than you are just holds you back. What you perceive as talent is 90% skill (I don’t care if someone who started at the same time as you has a better eye for color, I just don’t, because the other 90% can be learned, and so much of it is placebo, you know? If you believe you’re talented, then you start to like what you draw, and if you like what you draw, you do it more, meaning you get more practice, meaning you’ll improve more. See what I’m saying?). Skill can be attained by a high level of motivation to improve over a long period of time and an encouraging environment that leads you to believe you’re talented. Almost no one is brilliant starting out. It takes years and years of hard work, and I used to be hung up on the fact that my friend was improving by leaps and bounds, much faster than I was, but when I thought about it? She also drew a lot more than I did, and had a rapidly growing fanbase that formed an environment that nurtured that growth. If you want to get better you better be prepared to put the work into it. I can’t tell you where to start, and face it, some stranger’s advice on the internet is not going to magically make you a better artist - you just have to keep doing it. I could tell you to just start with the basics - shapes, shading, and whatnot, but to be perfectly honest, I just started with what I liked: people. And let me tell you, they had no substance or shape or form or function for years and years until I decided I didn’t want this to just be a hobby and really just tried drawing every day and getting my basics down by drawing from life. That’s all I can really tell you. Work hard, you’ll get there if you keep at it.

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bloodysigils:

do you ever cry because you’ve somehow managed to gain a truly fucking amazing person as your friend? and just think about how fucking blessed you are for their existence and how in some previous life you must have done something fucking amazing to deserve them in this life? DO YOU?

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fucking brain fog, i’m so out of it today >_<

i picked up my book to read while eating breakfast, and pulled out the bookmark before opening it, and then had to try to find my page again. have no sense of time today. and i think i accidentally deleted a message from the AH on flight rising before removing the attachment, which i think was a pretty large sum of money from a sale i made D:

it’s probably particularly bad because my sinuses are having one of their bi-annual tantrums right now *shakes fist at sinuses* and so of course i couldn’t get it together to go to class this evening :( and i was doing so good so far with attending class! ugh

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ashtoniousrex:

backstories to random gifs are my favorite thing and they need to continue

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anagnori:

This summary of autochorissexualism was not written by asexualityresources. It was written by me, on December 7th, more than half a year before asexualityresources posted this image. Since then, I’ve been keeping it in my glossary for easy reference.
I don’t mind if people copy, reuse or repost things I write, as long as they give me credit for it. This is explained on my about page. But putting your own blog’s name on something you copied from me, word-for-word?
Don’t.

anagnori:

This summary of autochorissexualism was not written by asexualityresources. It was written by me, on December 7th, more than half a year before asexualityresources posted this image. Since then, I’ve been keeping it in my glossary for easy reference.

I don’t mind if people copy, reuse or repost things I write, as long as they give me credit for it. This is explained on my about page. But putting your own blog’s name on something you copied from me, word-for-word?

Don’t.

(Source: asexualityresources, via queerascat)

Reblogged from letterstomycountry
[Clinical Depression is] not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely, but since you’ve lost your ability to connect with any of the things that would normally make you feel less bored and lonely, you’re stuck in the boring, lonely, meaningless void without anything to distract you from how boring, lonely, and meaningless it is.

Hyperbole and a Half

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