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swancross · 1 month ago
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How to Script Service Animals!
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First things first- do research on service animals and laws surrounding them. There are many misconceptions about them and it’s important to know what they are and what they can do for you. Here are some notes regarding this:
Emotional Support Animals (ESA) are NOT service animals, they’re too generalized with their task (emotional support) and they don’t have proper training.
Only dogs and miniature horses can be service animals most of the time.
Service animals are not only for physical disabilities but mental disorders as well!
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Then you need to know what you need them for:
Write down diagnoses
Write down symptoms
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Now you need to do research on breeds of animals. My tips:
Small dogs are okay for alerting you to health problems and can be good for certain mental disorders but they are not tall enough to provide mobility support or to provide deep pressure.
Medium sized animals can do everything a small animal can but they can also provide deep pressure and mobility support.
Large animals are great because they can do all of the above and are excellent at providing mobility support and deep pressure.
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Then you need to script the animal itself. The following is pretty important to script:
What jobs the support animal has
Their personality is appropriate (calm, smart, helpful, responsible are all examples of this)
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Finally, I recommend you script the following:
No one harasses you or your service dog or people step in when others attempt to do so.
Your service dog follows proper protocols.
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swancross · 1 month ago
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ranking scripting apps
1 google docs
2 pinterest (its a scriptinh app to me)
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292839 notion, all my homies hate notion.
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swancross · 1 month ago
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your theme is literally so gorgeous
AAAA, thank you !! it's based on one of my favorite songs by the band sleep token. currently, it's microwave spinning in my head at the moment.
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swancross · 1 month ago
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musicals about greek mythology. i'm consuming you at fucking lightspeed right now. thank you.
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swancross · 1 month ago
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˗ˏˋ SWAN'S REALITIES!
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───────────── ♱ ────────────
COMING SOON...
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swancross · 1 month ago
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shifting songs day 126 !
all shifting songs
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headlock ⭒ imogen heap
“distant flickerings, greener scenery, this weather’s bringing it all back again, great adventures, faces in condensation, i’m going outside to take it all in”
“you say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock, i don’t believe any of it, you say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock, you know you’re better than this”
“wear a different pair, do something out of step, throw a stranger an unexpected smile, with big intention, still posted at your station, always on about the day it should have flied”
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tysm to @miainbetween for this one !! 🫶🫶
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swancross · 1 month ago
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˗ˏˋ DAMOCLES ─── WELL, I'VE BEEN WAKING UP UNDER BLADES, BLUE BLOSSOM DAYS. . . .
❝  i play discordant days on repeat,
until it sounds like harmony.  ❞
realites. tags. masterlist. mailbox.
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˗ˏˋ WHO WILL I BE WHEN THE EMPIRE FALLS?
who? call me swan or cross. adult, any pronouns. genderfluid shifter who is an eternal romantic.
what else? a patron of saint of filth. 4w5, infp, constantly tired girl/boy. epic poetry & romance lover. lamb/wolf coded. mythology lives in my bones.
loves astronomy (the moon <3), sketching, photography. the horror, sci-fi, fantasy genre. emo music to 2000s kpop in one go. the colors: dust pink, white, forest green, and black. werid and funky fashion (!!). taking long naps. pretty sunrises & sunsets. the smell of jasmine n' peaches.
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˗ˏˋ WAKE UP ALONE AND I'LL BE FORGOTTEN!
byf under 18, i will not follow back or dm, but it is fine to interact! also, in general, feel free to spam my asks or notifs.
dni on another note- racists, ableists, bigots, sexists, transphobes. gtfo of here. the block button is my friend.
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swancross · 1 month ago
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CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT SHIFTING FOR FRIENDSHIP. I AM SO LONELY YALL. I just want to shift for my friends who will hug me and cuddle me. I’m not even against shifting for significant others but GOD DAMN. It is rough out here. Like why is everyone so normal about being touch starved CAN WE CUDDLE HELLO???
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swancross · 1 month ago
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This Is My Story, and I Kindly Ask You to Read It
Hi everyone,
I’ve stayed quiet for a while, hoping things would clear up on their own. But I can’t stay silent anymore. What’s happening is not just unfair — it’s deeply hurtful and confusing.
As many of you know, I’ve been sharing my story here for the past few months. I’m from Gaza, and like so many others, I’ve lost nearly everything because of this war — my home, my loved ones, my sense of safety. I started my campaign not to guilt anyone, but simply to survive, and to make sure that voices from Gaza are still heard.
In the beginning, I may have reached out to people too often. I was new to Tumblr and didn’t fully understand the limits of outreach. I realize now that some people felt overwhelmed by my messages, and I genuinely apologize if I caused any discomfort. That was never my goal. I was just trying to be seen in a world where we often feel invisible.
But this turned into something bigger.
Some users began spreading false claims about me — saying I’m not from Gaza, that I’m not the person in my photos. None of that is true.
Before I ever shared a single post, I contacted Gazavetters — a respected Tumblr page that vets campaigns from Gaza. They asked me to send a photo of myself in Gaza holding a paper with their name on it. I did. After reviewing everything, they verified me and added my name to their list as number 309.
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First picture before the war
Second picture during the war
For weeks, I was listed as verified. Then one day, I was suddenly flagged as Spam/Bot — with no warning, no explanation, no message. I reached out again. They asked for a thing, I provided it, and they restored me.
But just a few days ago, a friend told me that I’ve now been flagged again — this time as Scam/Spam. I was shocked. I’ve messaged them again for answers, but so far, there’s been no reply.
This label is serious. People who once supported me are now doubting my entire story. And that hurts more than I can explain.
So I’m asking publicly, with full transparency:
Gazavetters — why did you mark me as Scam/Spam after already verifying me?
What proof do you have to support that?
Why was I not warned or contacted first?
@gazavetters
You shared a general post warning about people who pressure donors by saying things like, “If you don’t donate, I will harm myself.”
I have never done that.
I have never said anything extreme or manipulative.
I have always spoken kindly and respectfully — asking for help, or simply for a reblog.
What makes this harder is that I see other campaigns on your list using much stronger language, and yet they remain flagged “safe.” I am not here to criticize them — everyone struggles in their own way — but I do want to understand:
Why am I the only one flagged with such a damaging label, despite doing everything right?
I am not a scammer.
I am a real person — from Gaza — and I have nothing to hide.
If anyone has doubts, I invite you to talk to me directly, and I’ll gladly provide proof again.
But I also want to say this:
Gazavetters, you have a responsibility to be truthful and fair. You verified me. You received my proof. If you truly believe I’m a scammer, show the evidence. If not — then please be honest with the community and speak up.
Right now, people are using your flag as their only evidence to say I’m a liar. And your silence is allowing false narratives to spread. If you know I’m real — and you already verified me — then please tell people the truth.
Don’t silently mark me with a harmful label and walk away.
That’s not vetting. That’s feeding doubt.
To those who’ve supported me:
Thank you for your kindness, your reblogs, and your trust.
To those who doubted me: I understand, but I invite you to learn the full story before making a judgment.
To Gazavetters: I still respect the work you do, but I ask you to stand by your own process and your own words.
This is my campaign, if you want to read it and decide for yourself
Thank you so much for listening ❤️
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swancross · 1 month ago
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shifting belongs to you.
shifting, okay? the exact same as planning a roadtrip. a little benevolent, hope-driven, but we’re not hoping anymore. we’re planning.
when you plan a trip as a young-in, probably to see the aristocratic antoinette family (all lace collars and glass lemonade) or drive past the bone-white villas curling up the new england countryside, you don’t. plan. not really. you just know.
your mother says “pack light.” something in your blood hums: nothing can go wrong. you might be a little excited & giddy, might be hard to fall asleep first, so, you count sheep with your bare feet tangled in cool cotton sheets. what you don’t do, is worry about all the ways the trip is doomed to fail.
you don’t ask for proof if it’s real, you decide it’s going to be. so, when you sink in the backseat, perhaps you drift off into slumber. or you watch the plaid fields turn into silver cities. you might stop at small-town diners with peach pie and radio static. point is, when you said, “i’m going.” the world started moving to meet you and every mile marker is a yes.
and then—at some point between the radio lullabies and the scent of gasoline and honeysuckle, you stop looking out the window; you start recognizing things.
the road softens into something silkier, familiar. a tree with ribbons tied to its branches, your name scrawled on a fogged-up mirror, a sign for a town you dreamed about once when you were nine, sick with high-fever and magic.
nobody told you how to get there, what gas to take, because nobody has to. the sun hits the pavement in that certain way, it’s golden, refreshed with life. every dent and crevice was worth the wait. houses creak in greeting, you swore the sky bent a little bluer.
you didn’t hope for it, didn’t chase it. you remembered it. you decided it. then, lived carefree. no “waiting period,” just a continuous decision to live in the moment. so, it was.
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