I was searching for some pretty Hanukkah gifs to schedule a post tomorrow wishing my Jewish followers Happy Hanukkah and I found a fit/shape/body building site that posted this

And I thought to myself, I simply must show my Jewish followers fit Menorah Man

muscle tov

MUSCLE TOV IM SCREAMING 

This was NOT how i planned to wish my Jewish followers Happy Hanukkah but with that said I must share these additions to the post:

Happy First night of Hanukkah my friends

Shocking no one called him the Manorah yet

at th club and dj won’t stop playing morse code beats

when me and Jean-Michel make it out of the trench with dry socks and no infections

[Video description: someone dancing in their room while the sound of radio morse code that's vaguely rhythmic plays. End description]

[ID: a reply by @kinneydrugsoflc, "You look like a ww1 French soldier breaking it tf down bc your friend didnt die". End ID]

what if public libraries were open late every night so that:

- children and teens who cant get home until a later time have a safe, warm, well lit, populated area to socialize, charge devices, rest, etc

- children and teens have a safe place to go to stay away from danger

- people who have jobs that take up most of the day would still have time ANY DAY OF THE WEEK to go use the libraries facilities (printing, computers, etc)

This is exactly what public libraries are trying to achieve - public libraries as a third place is a whole thing - it’s just that the funding isn’t there (yet).

Libraries need and deserve so much funding

I’m going to apologize if this post comes off as sounding very aggressive, but having just been through one of the most stressful experiences of my entire career in libraries: 

if you want this, you need to be at your local community government meetings. you need to be talking to your representatives.  you need to be out there Lobbying.

Just a few weeks ago, my library, me, my coworkers, we had to write letters, send emails, make phone calls, speak at council meetings, just to beg our aldermen to give us our usual funding. Which they didn’t even give to us last year.  Losing last year’s funding forced us to cut staff, hours, and all of our databases.  If we’d lost this year’s funding? two positions would have been gone and we would have likely had to close on Saturdays.  On Saturdays.  The day of the week most of y’all working M-F jobs actually have time to go to the fucking library.

And do you want to know how much money we were asking? We were asking for an increase of approximately 13 cents a person.

13.

Fucking.

Cents.

ACROSS AN ENTIRE YEAR.

No one seems to understand how libraries are funded.  It’s not just Free Stuff.  It’s your tax dollars being paid back into your community.  It’s crowdfunding.  The highest cost anyone in my community pays for the library a year is approximately $250.  Divide that up.  That’s just $4 a week.  That’s less than a coffee.  It’s the equivalent of purchasing about 10 hardcover books a year.  For that price, you could have access to every book that has ever been written, a place to go that’s not a bar, programs for kids, teens, and adults, educated staff that can help you find the answers to your questions, and so much more.

You want these late-night libraries?  You want all this stuff?  Start fighting for it.  Start showing up.  Start making phone calls.  It’s not going to come out of thin air.  Start fighting to erase the idea that taxes = evil.  Start fighting to spread the understanding that taxes are what help us build a better society.

Make sure the people who represent you know that you want this.  That this is where you want your tax dollars to go.  That this is what you want them to support.  That you are willing to see your tax bill go up a few more dollars for this.

Because otherwise?  None of this is going to happen.  Libraries are going to keep cutting their opening hours.  Keep cutting staff.  Keep cutting programs and databases and collections.

We NEED your support, and we need more than just a post on Tumblr.  We need to see people show up and speak out. 

Ever wondered how libraries are funded? Here’s a very informative post, along with a plea for our help.

[Transcript:

Hi, this is how I wrap presents for people with lower fine motor control; it could be older people, younger people, people with disabilities.

You can use ribbon you already have for wrapping present, and I measured around the item I am about to wrap leaving a little bit of room for the handle.

I taped the beginning end of the ribbon to the box and then loop back the extra ribbon to make a handle, and it should look something like this

You can wrap pretty much like you normally do as long as you make sure that the handle is exposed .

You could even tie something onto the handle for extra support

All done!

End Transcript]

Punctuation and spacing was added for readability but all the text is verbatim.

You don’t know how much effort I went to to find this

[added video description: a pale woman first shows how the gift opens. By pulling on the ribbon handle, the ribbon wrapped around the box tears away and splits the paper easily in half, leaving the gift accessible. Second, she shows how to attach the ribbon under the paper. She tapes one end on the top of the box and then wraps it all away around the box until it meets itself back on top. She still has some extra sticking out which she loops into the handle and tapes down on the end. End description.]

PLEASE THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I’VE SEEN THIS THIS AFTERNOON.

[[ Transcription of image ]]

A series of pictures depicting issues for those who rely on wheelchairs.

A person with glasses sitting on a wheelchair stares at a door entrance located on a set of stairs.

A crowd gathers in front of a bus, with a person on a wheelchair on the back, trying to get other people’s attention.

A woman with a hijab and glasses sits at a receptionist desk. A person on a wheelchair wearing a kippah is unable to reach the top to get her attention.

A person on a wheelchair wearing a baseball hat backwards is unable to close the door to the restrooms. Despite this, the sign outside is marked as wheelchair accessible.

A person on a wheelchair is frightened as their wheelchair goes down too fast down a ramp.

A man wearing a kippah is about to enter a temple, but covers his wheelchair wheels with a cover to keep the inside of the temple as clean as possible.

A picture of a parking lot Two cars are parked, one with most space to allow a disabled person to get on and off. A woman holding crutches is angered at a motorcycle parked in front of her car, which isn’t supposed to be there. A person on a wheelchair nearby notices her anger.

Two people stand in front of an automatic door. One is a child attempting to wave their hands to get it to open, and the other is a person on a wheelchair.

A bus is waiting at a stop. A person on a wheelchair is unable to get to the stop due to a steep ledge in front of them.

A person on a wheelchair is using an ATM machine, which is placed at a lower position so they’re able to reach and use the machine comfortably.

[[ End of transcription ]]

I dont care if modern elevators have safety detectors i will never in my fucking life put my hand or leg between two closing elevator doors thinking it will open them up. Never.

I talked to my neighbor today who works with elevators and news flash everyone: it is not mandatory for elevators to have safety detectors, especially really old elevators can still be in use but not have sensors. so you should never assume an elevator door will open up if you stick your arm or leg in between as they close!

And this, folks, is just one of 9 million reasons why you should always prioritize letting people with mobility aids into and out of elevators first.

I have been caught in between doors so many fucking times by ableds who demand to shove in the elevator with their heavy bag uwu first, forcing me to risk my actual life trying to get my wheelchair through quickly closing doors.

Let us in first, let us adjust so we’re in front inside the elevator, then you can come in and file behind us so we can leave first.

I want old aros so badly. I want a history. I want a future. I want tales of lives that I understand. I want to see myself in a future where I’m happy and comfortable.

But I don’t have that, so I’ll have to build it.

I’ve got a story!

When I told my grandmother’s friend group about aromanticism most of them didn’t understand, they were polite and asked a lot of questions, some didn’t really believe it bc well, people in their 70s are rarely that open minded; but there was this one lady that looked pensive and when the others quieted down she asked me if the name for it had existed long, and when I said no she told me about her best friend:

A 74 year old woman who had married young, back when my country was in a fascist dictatorship and women couldn’t have/make their own money, so their only hope was marriage. They lived together years, and I’m not sure if they had children, but as soon as it was legal for her to divorce she did, and, living in a small town, she faced her neighbours’ questions and judgement: Was he a bad husband? Did he cheat or treat her badly? Was it the other way around? He wasn’t “man enough”? And many less nice things.

Her answer to all of them was that her now ex husband was a wonderful man, and that they’d remain friends as they’d always been, because on her side that’s all there could be, because she didn’t find it in herself to love, not him nor any man or woman, but still cared deeply for him as she did for all her friends.

She now lives happily in retirement, traveling around the country with her friends, ex husband included, and also has a cat.

When the lady told me this she sounded doubtful at first, afraid she was appropiating but when I told her that the experience sounded like those on our community she looked so happy, and kindly asked me to write down the terms and what they mean on a paper so she could show her friend when she went back home, tell her that she wasn’t alone that there were more people who had united and have a name and are fighting to be recognised.

That day I realised something: That there are more of us than we know about, that in this age of information many of the older generation were still estranged from the net and among them there are aromantic people too. And that for those people who have probably felt other and wrong most of their lives, the knowledge of the label and community, the confirmed existence of others like them that feel it’s important enough to recognise that feeling or lack thereof, can be just as healing, reassuring and important as it was for us, the newer generation who stumbled upon the term on the internet when we were teens.

The internet is great, of course, but if we want to find the older aros de have to look for them, because they most surely haven’t found themselves in that label yet either. And to do so we must share our terms and experiences and shout to the world that we exist outside the screens, that we are real. I know it can be risky or even dangerous but if we wish to find them, and hopefully make them a bit happier, it’s all we can do.

TL,DR: There are old aros out there, we just have to find them by spreading our visibility, not only for us, but for them too.

this makes me so happy to hear! thank you for sharing

I'm just going to say it.

It's okay to have a low IQ.

It's okay to not be "smart", as in clever, witty, or cunning. It's okay.

It's okay to not be a leader. It's okay to be content following people- the important thing is making sure you're following the right people for you.

It's okay not to be good at maths and science, and it's okay not to be good at English or art or drama. It's okay if you're not good at anything "academic".

It's okay if you don't have a special talent, or a hobby you're particularly invested in.

It's okay to not be charming, or funny, or 'pretty'.

It's okay if you aren't society's ideal.

None of these things detract from you being a person. None of these things mean you have any less worth as a human being. Even if any of these things mean that you can't contribute to society as an engineer or a doctor or something, that doesn't mean you can't contribute to other people's lives. Don't let society determine your self worth.

Because you can still be kind. Still give people cookies, or hugs, or companionship. You can still do things, you could still find something that you're passionate about, you could still find your calling.

And even if you don't, that doesn't mean you aren't still human. All human beings have intrinsic value, just for being alive. You have the right to be part of society, and more importantly to be alive, whether or not you have something that make other people like you.

Your life is not dependent on others. You are allowed to just exist, to not have found that thing that makes you "you" yet.

It's okay, I promise.

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

Well, OP, I’m officially invested in this shit. Your whiny ass is doing self care if I have to drive to your goddamn house and do it for you.

By Talos this can't be happening

reblog this everyone i wanna see what happens when op’s reverse-hubris forces them to practice basic self care.

why? because it’s funny and completely possible actually so good fucking luck op

I figured out roughly how many notes it's been getting per day and multiplied that by the number of days left until the end of 2023

If we keep it going at this rate we'll be far past 666k

IMPORTANT

Okay so clearly I've underestimated y'all

So how about we make this more interesting?

I will practise self care if this post reaches 666k BY THE END OF 2022

Op you have fuckethed with the devil this post has gained 30,000 notes since I reblogged it last night

OP I hope you are ready to practice some self care because if there's one thing the gremlins of tumblr love it's a challenge.

i normally hate these "oh noo don't give me a ton of notes" posts but this one? this one i love.

posts that have 666k notes TO ME. and hopefully to you, too, OP. 💜

Let's all practice self care if this post hits the magic number…

Yes

YALL HELP US

@bigfootshonkers @dollopheadsandclotpoles @gwaine-the-rock-johnson @hannahhook7744 @knightofwoodsbeyond @reality-schmality @thirteenthedoctor @yoursassybookwormfriend if you want to of course @fuckyeahsnackables

Op telling us we'll never make it to 666k by the end of 2023 (only having to make it 2022 after all):

Us:

I was going to wait until y'all hit the mark, But I feel like I should say this now

When I made this post, it was supposed to be a joke

I mean, none of my posts ever get more than 20 notes if I'm lucky, so what are the odds of one reaching 666k? Impossible, haha

But then, something happened, something I didn't expect

People actually began to... like it? And... reblog? And comment?

Before I knew it, my notifications were swarmed with comments after comments after reblogs after comments all on this one post

Then, still in the mindset of this being a joke, I realised I'd made the goal too easy, so I upped the stakes

But... the notes just got more frequent from there

And it started to hit me just what was happening

For a while, I was overwhelmed with a feeling

A feeling I wasn't used to

It was like... all of a sudden... I mattered...

My existance was actually noteworthy

People actually... cared?

It wasn't a game anymore, it was a race to assure a stranger on the Internet that they were actually worth something

Hundreds of people all gathering in one online place to help out

Leaving messages and well wishes

Making me smile

Making me laugh

Funny comments

Jokes

Fun facts

Even simple comments

It all suddenly felt so real

This was never a joke to you

This was important

And I won't let any of that go in vain

So... stay tuned I suppose

I'll look after myself, and I'll post proof of it too

I'll catalogue every time I put my health first

Physical and mental

I'll acknowledge my bad days and celebrate my good days

But most of all

I won't forget this

Any of this

Ever

(Tagging all the people in that screenshot)

@deepsea-bathyna @royalsampaguita @timeturnerturns @twerkyvulture @reblogspamletsgoooo @gender-crisis-time @obsidianstrawberrymilk @shana-rosee @thefandombringer @sunshinedarlingiloveyou @bregee13 @moonlarking-blog @arcan6yo @crazyw3irdo @xinea @ghastmaskzombie @killthestairs @abalidoth @leesbian42

Made an observation from looking at you all talking about your teenage experiences.

(if you're in this picture multiple times then congrats you get extra swords)

[ID: a digital drawing that is also a meme format, of a king and his knights holding their swords together at a round table. they are labelled, "autistic teenage girls", "asexual teenage girls", "aromantic teenage girls", "lesbian teenage girls", and ""teenage girls" who haven't yet realized they're trans men". end ID]

[Addition to ID: in the center of the table is the text "strategically selecting a harmless boy and telling yourself you're totally soo in love with him, end ID]

(Image description: four aromantic pride flags with text. Text reads: "That you exist is proof enough that you deserve to be here. Your presence alone is undeniable evidence that you belong in this world. Your worth is inherent and you are already worthy of a good life. Without your existence the world would be lacking in something truly rare.")

i jumped out of bed in a cold sweat to make this

id: first image is the tumblr halloween icon, which depicts a skeleton-like ghoul in a spooky red robe. the second image is the same ghoul, now photoshopped to look like they're dabbing. end id

id: tags that read, “make her tpose.” end id.

On it boss

id: image of the same icon, now with the ghoul t-posing. end id.

Id: tag you that reads “let’s get this to 69k before Halloween people.” End id

LET ME LIVE

My friend takes this one step further and refers completely accurately to his girlfriend Danielle as "My partner, Dan"

Also i hate to say it but for some people, boyfriend/girlfriend feels a bit juvenile, say, if youre over 30, or perhaps youve been with someone for a very long time and are committed life partners but not married for whatever reason. Maybe husband/wife feels a little watered down to you and you want to establish the equal nature of your relationship.

Partner is a wonderful word and it should be normalized.

[ID: A tweet from user @/AlHendiify reading: "A lot of cishet people started saying "partner" in this context because queer folks advocated for that as a means of cover and protection and it's finally been becoming mainstream over the last 5 years. It is not appropriation, for the love of god." /END ID]

OH got the new funniest gender from a customer which was "give it to the lady that's a man" because I can't tell if it was extremely confused and offensive but I guess vaguely supportive recognising me as transmasc or if it was an extremely passive aggressive and offensive intentionally interpreting me as transfem

The intersection of Cisgender™️ and Customer™️ has resulted in some of the most bewildering and/or offensive and/or hilarious things any human being has ever said or done to me. Real ways I've been addressed in the past few weeks alone include "the lady that's a man", "sweet sir" (a guy no-homoing out of 'sweetheart'), "uhhhhhhhh what are you", *vague handwave* "that", "cowboy" (spectacular, tempted to demand this as how all customers address me), and various cases of "...ma'am..?"/"...sir..?". One time one of my friends on shift spoke to a customer I'd seen earlier and the customer was like "the girl told me xyz" and my pal, whomst I love, calmly went "oh there's no women working that position today, do you mean Aidan? He was here earlier, and he's right we can absolutely do xyz for you" to which the customer escalated into a full argument about my gender and left in a huff without actually resolving the question she'd come in about, which frankly is the kind of service I think we should offer all transphobes, namely, very politely and stubbornly none at all until you use the right pronouns

We respect cowboys and sweet sirs on this blog

shout out to the customers at work who refer to me as the vampire looking one and absolute icon who called me discount gerard way

aaugh i hate citing sources *excruciatingly loud sounds of tearing metal combined with tortured human screams and fleshy hitting noises* ok that wasn't so bad actually..

hey guys. whats happening on my post

[Image description: There are five images, all screenshots of tags and replies on this post. The first is tags in all caps that read, "prev tags?! are you okay?" The second image is the prev tags mentioned, and reads, "me watching two hours worth of cars 3 interviews with brian fee so i can find a concrete source for lightning mcqueens age. btw on that note there's canonically a 20 year age gap between mcqueen and mater. in the first movie mcqueen is 29 and mater is 49. stan materfred its less problematic." The third image is tags in response to the previous image that read, "prev what. what. mater is. 49?? he's what?? he. was older than my dad when i first watched the movie? what??" The fourth image is tags in response again, and it reads, "prev in the credits of cars 2 we see maters passport including his DOB. his birthday is the same as john lasseters. 12 jan 1957. as i write this in 2022 john lasseter is 65. thus. mater is a gilf." The fifth image is a reply that reads, "mater is a gilf." End description]

[Image ID: It is a wojak meme, showing a man, who has the Wojak face, standing in the corner of a party, while smiling couples dance around him. Above the Couples' heads text reads, "Mater's 49????" And "Gilf Mater." Above the Wojak man's head, Text reads, "They don't know Materfred is the ship name for Mater and Manfred Von Karma" END ID]

[Image ID: A screenshot of a google search of "Manfred Von Karma", showing he's a white haired kinda "has fun being evil" looking man, the first result being his Ace Attorney wiki page. Hes a prosecutor. END ID]

what.

I see a lot of ‘cis’ women say they wish they were androgynous in the way men were or they wish they were pretty in the way men were. This is your sign to go try to do that. You may find you enjoy being an androgynous woman. You may find you no longer identify as a woman. You may find you don’t like androgyny. You will not know until you try. Cut your hair if you’ve always wanted to but have been afraid to. Shop in the men’s section if you’ve been too nervous to. Wear clothing with an androgynous  silhouette. Experiment with binding, take baby steps with compression bras if you want. Wear unisex scents. Live life. Try things you want to try. A lot of cis women do not understand the joys of mens pants and mens deodorant. I think everyone should try both of those things.