Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

pounce!

You’re no ally to the disabled community if you are more concerned with the few people who fake a disability than with the millions of actually disabled people who don’t receive the support, accommodations and validation they need.

One of my best friends and fellow trans brother needs help escaping a terrible, unhealthy living arrangement.He’s taking the steps to get to a safer place up north but he needs help gathering funds since all of the money he made at home went to help take care of his autistic brother. If you can spare a few dollars to help him out I would be forever grateful! And if not, a simple reblog would be great too. Thank you!

consider: modern AU hamlet doing soliloquies in the shower

#does this mean in the first one horatio bursts into his shower like hey hamlet i saw the ghost of your dad (via hyenateeth)

yes. yes that is exactly what that means

“Did you - stop screaming, it’s just me - did you see your dad’s ghost recently?”

Lena Waithe out here serving the truth:

ATTENTION: THOSE ARENT PINSTRIPES THOSE ARE DISCO LYRICS

holy shit you can kind of see if you zoom in. the level of detail and thought put into this

she snapped, she really did, she always does, that’s life, that’s camp

ARTISTRY UNLOCKED

This is so amazing. 

I’ve been trying to feed and befriend the corvids in my neighborhood for almost a year, and it isn’t working for some reason. I suspect and blame the squirrels.

load-bearing

Sometimes people hit a place in their life where things are going really well. They like their job and are able to be productive at it; they have energy after work to pursue the relationships and activities they enjoy; they’re taking good care of themselves and rarely get sick or have flareups of their chronic health problems; stuff is basically working out. Then a small thing about their routine changes and suddenly they’re barely keeping their head above water.

(This happens to me all the time; it’s approximately my dominant experience of working full-time.)

I think one thing that’s going on here is that there are a bunch of small parts of our daily routine which are doing really important work for our wellbeing. Our commute involves a ten-minute walk along the waterfront and the walking and fresh air are great for our wellbeing (or, alternately, our commute involves no walking and this makes it way more frictionless because walking sucks for us). Our water heater is really good and so we can take half-hour hot showers, which are a critical part of our decompression/recovery time. We sit with our back to the wall so we don’t have to worry about looking productive at work as long as the work all gets done. The store down the street is open really late so late runs for groceries are possible. Our roommate is a chef and so the kitchen is always clean and well-stocked.

It’s useful to think of these things as load-bearing. They’re not just nice - they’re part of your mental architecture, they’re part of what you’re using to thrive. And when they change, life can abruptly get much harder or sometimes just collapse on you entirely. And this is usually unexpected, because it’s hard to notice which parts of your environment and routine are load bearing. I often only notice in hindsight. “Oh,” I say to myself after months of fatigue, “having my own private space was load-bearing.” “Oh,” after a scary drop in weight, “being able to keep nutrition shakes next to my bed and drink them in bed was load-bearing.” “Oh,” after a sudden struggle to maintain my work productivity, “a quiet corner with my back to the wall was load-bearing.”

When you know what’s important to you, you can fight for it, or at least be equipped to notice right away if it goes and some of your ability to thrive goes with it. When you don’t, or when you’re thinking of all these things as ‘nice things about my life’ rather than ‘load-bearing bits of my flourishing as a person’, you’re not likely to notice the strain created when they vanish until you’re really, really hurting. 

Almost two weeks after reading this, and I’m still kind of blown away at what a ridiculously fruitful definition this is.  Like I had no idea that load bearing things were a thing that needed to have a word for them, but now I’m like holy shit I’m so glad that there’s now a word I can use to refer to this really important class of Thing.

This is astounding. Load-bearing. Forget spoons, this concept is wonderful. I’m going to update my Spear Theory with this.

A hidden staircase leading to a secret room inside this 19th Century Victorian home [1200x1600]

“Won’t” is the boldest fucking contraction like it really Did That. Just went for it, no shame.

Will Not took one look at Don’t and thought yeah baby need me some of that

Do you want us to say Wiln’t

no mr bond i expect you to die

i want

⚪️to break free

⚪️to ride my bicycle

⚪️it all

⚪️to make a supersonic man out of you

Mama cat encourages her kitten to escape

THE MAMA CAT IS SO PROUD OF HER KITTEN

Son I can see you