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you ever just sit and realise u can’t remember 80% of your childhood? like … what happened? who am i ..?

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When I say “school should be disability accessible”, I don’t just mean we need handicap rails and EAs. Kids should be able to miss a day without failing out of school. You shouldn’t be dismissed from clubs because your attendance record is ���spotty” (true story). I once missed an entire week of school because of a terrible, unending migraine. I was expected to keep up with my studies despite the blinding pain that came with working on my computer. When I heard my teachers say that you couldn’t miss exams, I asked what I would have to do to be excused from them. Their response? “Either get a doctor’s note an hour before the exam or death of an immediate family member.”

I cannot express how rigid this expectation was. First of all, with my condition, I wouldn’t have enough warning about my sickness to go to the doctor and request a note. For many people, this is exceptionally difficult, especially with the current shortage of medical professionals. Next, it ignores the fact that my schedule may not line with theirs because of my medical needs. Once, I had to visit a hospital a province away (which I was on the waiting list of for over a year) on the same day as an exam. I begged my mother not to take me because I was so nervous that I would be marked as an automatic fail. I was lucky enough to make it work, but that’s only because of my spectacular support system consisting of family members and wonderful doctors.

Disabilities aren’t always about needing a bus that can accommodate wheelchairs. It’s already difficult enough for many of us to maintain school attendance without the harsh punishments involved for skipping a day. We need to be able to miss school without being punished. Only than can you claim that the school is “accessible”

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Every summer I forget how much I fucking love spiders I’ve drunk one every day this week

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probably i just said it but i want to say it again:

- don’t apologise if you don’t know english.

- yes, english is the most common language on the internet but you are not forced to know it perfectly.

- your own language is beautiful.

- non-english people make a huge effort to write in English everyday on this website.

- support non-english people and don’t make them feel bad if they do not know English. 

- actually support all the languages.

- spread more language diversity on Tumblr.

thank you. 

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You guys really liked my last poll so

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ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be

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The moral of Portal is that if you mistreat women, the moon will get your ass.

There are two men in this duology, both of whom mistreat women, and the moon gets both of their asses.

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the worlds first entirely ai generated spamton fic.

for reference i put the first sentence into a bot and let the rest fill itself out. this is what it came up with

Spamton came into the room and saw you.

He was sopping wet and looked like he had just been in a really bad thunderstorm. He also had a bloody nose and looked like he needed help. One of his shoelaces was untied and he was covered in DIRT and GRIME and STICKS. And worst of all -

SPAMTON was limping, walking on one leg rather than the other.

"Oh. Hello, Spam," you said as he walked in. You were sitting at the table with your laptop open. You were almost ignoring the fact that he had been clearly ran over by a truck, as indicated by tire marks lining his back.

"Hi, [y/n]," he mumbled and limped to your bed and sat down. He took a couple breaths before looking at your laptop, and then up at you and you could see the worry on his face, the fear and confusion that you could tell were going through him right now. He looked like his favorite song was by the beatles and he was just learning they made it. He was SO SO SAD. SOOOO SAD.

"Hey, I've been watching YouTube videos of people who can fly or ride animals for the last hour and there has always seemed to be one person that everyone is interested in, someone that has their mind fixed on them."

"What the fuck" Spamton asked you. "I am going to die, y/n."

"No, no, don't say that Spamton. You will live."

Spamton shook his head.

You sighed. "Well, it seems that some random dude from a YouTube channel has written a book." You held out a hand to show him what it was called, The Amazing Spiderman.

He ate it in one gulp.

"Wow, Spamton that's disgusting." You laughed, throwing it in the trash can across the room. It landed upside down, but still inside. "Okay. So this guy writes books about heroes and superheroes and how they are supposed to save the world and save it from itself. He calls it The Amazing Spiderman

"I don't care." Said Spamton. "YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME TO THE ER NOW"

"Why?" You asked.

He gave you an incredulous look as if saying, 'why do you think?'

"I know," you said. "I'm not taking you anywhere until you have cleaned yourself off."

Spamton nodded and stood up, wobbling slightly.

"Are you alright?" And then he fell onto the ground with a loud thud.

Your eyebrows raised.

He groaned a bit. "Fuck," he muttered. "I forgot how hard it was getting up after being run over by a truck."

He slowly got up off the ground.

"Here," you handed him a towel. "Dry yourself off." Then you threw the towel at his face and it made a big meaty noise. And he fell back down.

You chuckled lightly and picked up your laptop again and put it on the table and opened YouTube and started browsing. Spamton was still on the ground so you threw another towel on him.

Again he didn't move. You went back to scrolling and you saw a video that read:

The Amazing Spamton! A story about an old hero! A superhero in costume who has been running around with a mask on and he can't stop smiling! What is he doing? Oh! He has been hit on the floor by TWO TOWELS! But no matter! He will get back on his feet! His name is Spamton! The Amazing Spamton!

You laughed quietly.

Then you heard a crash from the bathroom. You jumped up, ran in, grabbed Spamton by his shirt and dragged him towards the shower.

He had Fnaf pizza in his mouth and it was going EVERYWHERE. There was sauce everywhere and the ends had gotten tangled around his fingers.

You threw his shirt away and turned the water on full blast. There was just SO MUCH FNAF PIZZA.

You stepped out of the bathroom and pulled Spamton behind you while he coughed loudly and spluttered as you dragged him towards your bedroom.

In your closet you pulled out your comforter and blanket and set Spamton down on top of them. He was still coughing and you picked him up and threw him onto the matress face side down. He rolled on to his back as he choked on more pizza.

When he was done he looked around as if trying to find something to wipe the mess from his hands and face and lips with. "Where is Freddy Fazbear"

he whispered. "I want Freddy Fazbear to come give me some pizza."

You smiled softly at him and patted his back.

He lay back on the bed, staring blankly into space.

After awhile he asked you what was wrong.

"Just wanted to make sure you're OK." You said.

"I AM CHOKING ON THE FUCKING FNAF PIZZA BITCH!" he yelled and you flinched.

"It doesn't taste good." You replied.

Then you went downstairs to make tea.

As you walked to the cupboard you noticed Spamton curled up underneath the covers of your bed, fast asleep.

He looked so peaceful...

You manually opened his mouth and poured tea in there. You poured all of the tea.

He woke up with a start when his mouth tasted like coffee and he began sputtering.

"What the fuck is in this tea?" he exclaimed.

You just shrugged and went back upstairs to watch the news.

"There is a new movie coming out soon." Your dad told you, "Have you watched it?"

"IT HAS BEEN 5 HOURS SINCE I WAS HIT BY A TRUCK AND YOU STILL WONT BRING ME TO A FUCKING ER"

"Hm"

"THERE IS GAS ALL OVER MY SHOES AND HANDS AND FACE I THINK SOMETHING ELSE'S BLOODED IN THERE ALSO OH MY GOD THE TEA!"

"Ok I'm sorry. I'll take you to the doctor now."

"YESSS"

You grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the house and over to a car.

You dropped him off at a medical centre, which you knew from experience was probably a bad idea and he walked in like an adult.

He looked around and then sat at a desk. You left him alone. You're not supposed to do that to your spamtons.

But you couldn't help but smile at the sight of Spamton working. He was typing on his computer and reading some sort of email and occasionally would mutter under his breath and shake his head.

He was so cute!

Then came in the EVIL DOCTOR.

"HELLO SPAMTON," said EVIL DOCTOR!

"HI EVIL DOCTOR!" said Spamton, "DO I LOOK GOOD FOR THIS NEW DRAMA?"

"Yeah you do Spamton!" said EVIL DOCTOR.

Then they talked for a bit.

Then the EVIL DOCTOR went to grab Spamton and took him to EVIL OPERATING ROOM. He readied his EVIL SUPPLIES, then left Spamton alone and then returned with the EVIL DOCTOR (who was carrying the EVIL SACK).

When Spamton came down he was completely bald except for one single hair on his head. He had been given every vaccine (even the ones that kill you) and looked like he had been hit by a car again and had 5 more wet towels slapped on his face. He had 5 new found diseases.

He looked awful.

"Look Spamton," you told him. "We don't have any more time. We are late, we are really fucking late. Let's go, please. Now."

"NO NO NO" he said.

"Yes now!"

"NO NO NO NO" he shouted. And then Spamton's last words before he exploded into a million pieces were, "PLEASE DON'T COME BACK WITH ANOTHER MAN"

you laughed as you heard your dad yell, "OH MY GOD Y/N!" and ran upstairs to see what happened. When you got there you stopped laughing.

SPAMTON WAS JUST LEFT ALONE AND YOU BLEW UP INSTEAD! KABOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! YOU ARE NOW DEAD FOREVER IN THE PIT OF HELL WHERE YOU BELONG!!

GOODBYE ALWAYS! BITCH!!!!

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hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

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"Old friend" is a gayass thing to call someone

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anyway. onto better things

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eagle: so what do you think about stigmata

prometheus: you know we're in a pre-christian myth, right? like that word doesn't exist yet. your dumb joke is anachronistic.

eagle: stigma talons in your flesh

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