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As a wheelchair user I'm trying to reframe my language for "being in the way."

"I'm in the way," "I can't fit," and "I can't go there," is becoming "there's not enough space," "the walkway is too narrow," and "that place isn't accessible."

It's a small change, but to me it feels as if I'm redirecting blame from myself to the people that made these places inaccessible in the first place. I don't want people to just think that they're helping me, I want them to think that they're making up for someone else's wrongdoing. I want them to remember every time I've needed help as something someone else caused.

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Hello. Why would there be an influx of Brazilian users? (I'm Brazilian)

Elon Musk was feuding with the Brazilian government, who threatened to ban Twitter in Brazil if Musk keeps allowing (and promoting on his personal account) violence-promoting conspiracy theories and hate speech.

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I don't think many people realize how much they've been turned into a bunch of casually cynical jerks.

Someone may come to their parents and say "I want to write a book" and their parents will say "it's really hard to get published".

Someone might confide in their sibling and say "I want to sell my art on "x" platform" and that sibling will say "do you know how many people you'd be competing with? Do you know how many shops are even on that platform?"

I know a kid who once told his best friend "I think I wanna start a dnd podcast" and the friend was like "do you know what the word "oversaturation" means?"

Personally, I don't know why any of that matters? And even if it did, perhaps your response should be "Do it! Do it and see where it goes!"

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Finally, a coffee that I, as a man, can drink!

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E como estamos prestes a receber um afluxo de usuários brasileiros (e desculpem a tradução automática):

Você pode dizer quem é novo no Tumblr (especialmente refugiados de outras mídias sociais), porque eles estão muito preocupados com a idade das postagens, preocupados com “curtir/reblogar spam”, usam palavras como “não vivo” sem ironia e censuram palavras-gatilho com asteriscos. Alguns também colocarão tags irrelevantes em suas postagens “para alcance”.

Cara, você é seu próprio algoritmo neste site. Coisas de 2012 ocasionalmente recebem mais 100 mil notas. Postagens antigas de “curtir/reblogar spam” farão com que você seja beijado na boca. Com língua. A única coisa que a censura de letras em palavras-gatilho e o uso de eufemismos conseguirá é tornar o bloqueio desses termos inútil para aqueles que tentam evitar esse assunto. Colocar todas as tags populares irrelevantes que você possa imaginar em sua postagem “para alcance” apenas fará com que você seja bloqueado por marcação de spam.

Apenas relaxe. Siga pessoas, reblogue coisas que lhe interessam e faça suas próprias postagens. Você encontrará seu povo e eles encontrarão você.

You can tell who is new to Tumblr (especially refugees from other social media), because they're very concerned about the age of posts, worried about "spam liking/reblogging," use words like "unalive" unironically, and censor trigger words with asterisks. Some will also put irrelevant tags on their posts "for reach."

Dude, you are your own algorithm on this site. Stuff from 2012 occasionally gets a burst of 100K more notes. "Spam liking/reblogging" old posts will get you kissed on the mouth. With tongue. The only thing censoring letters in trigger words and using euphemisms will accomplish is to make blocking those terms useless for those trying to avoid that subject matter. Putting every irrelevant popular tag you can think of on your post "for reach" is just going to get you blocked for spam tagging.

Just relax. Follow people, reblog stuff that interests you, and make your own posts. You will find your people, and they will find you.

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Imagine you and a friend both watch someone toss a ball into the air. You're like, "Oh, it's going to come down here, so we'd better move," and your friend says, "Tch, clearly it's not coming down AT ALL," and just stands there.

Then, when the ball hits them, they're either mystified at how you figured it out, or they chalk it up to luck.

Either way, the NEXT time someone tosses a ball in the air and you tell them where it's going to fall, they're absolutely CERTAIN you're wrong THIS time, and assure you that THIS time the ball is going to stay in the air. So you get out of the way while your friend gets beaned again.

This is what it's like having autistic pattern recognition and not being taken seriously.

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Truly the all time funniest writer thing is when you're doing edits and you think to yourself "omg I've got the PERFeCT sentence to add right here!" and then you stick it in all excited, only to find that literally three lines down you have virtually that exact same sentence in the draft already.

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yesterday i was ringing up an old man at work and he asked if i wanted to see his pride and joy, pulled out his wallet, and in the place where you’d keep a picture of like your family he had this

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“Is it wicked to take a pleasure in Spring and other seasonal changes? To put it more precisely, is it politically reprehensible, while we are all groaning, or at any rate ought to be groaning, under the shackles of the capitalist system, to point out that life is frequently more worth living because of a blackbird’s song, a yellow elm tree in October, or some other natural phenomenon which does not cost money and does not have what the editors of left-wing newspapers call a class angle? Certainly we ought to be discontented, we ought not simply to find out ways of making the best of a bad job, and yet if we kill all pleasure in the actual process of life, what sort of future are we preparing for ourselves? If a man cannot enjoy the return of Spring, why should he be happy in a labour-saving Utopia? What will he do with the leisure that the machine will give him?”

— George Orwell, Some Thoughts on the Common Toad

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The two twins…

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Caves are weirder and more varied than you think

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by Kyle Bonallo (ig: @kylebonallo)

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Shout out to the best joke I’ve ever told, WWDITS style.

(His name is Timothy)

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personally i think you should be able to afford a place to live with a part-time job

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