#and technically

[sag-dab-sar]

Medical devices should not require an iOS or Android app to work. It took me twelve fucking minutes to set up and get my phone to connect to my migraine treatment device, 12 minutes during a horrendous migraine and I had to fight with my phone to get it to work instead of pressing a fucking button on the device. It might need a small controller to change strength but thats not fucking difficult to add.

Relying on a phone is bullshit: what if I'm out of battery? what if bluetooth is broken or something? what if I'm in too much pain to get the treatment app to work defeating the purpose? What if I'm paranoid about privacy so chose a non iOS/Android phone? What if I have issues with smartphones so use a classic cell phone? I know people that require that.

Requiring a disabled person to have iOS/Android in order for treatment to work is an unnecessary and borderline discriminatory practice.

Edit: After seeing all the personal anecdotes in comments reblogs and tags, I've come to a new conclusion— it is discriminatory.

[anachr0nismm]

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[almostloudmaker2]

A sad meow meow J

[enidtendo64]

Can you tell who my favorite Gravity Falls character is

[barbed-snile]

Ugly emotions

[ilikemusicandpears2]

something about someone important to you leaving something behind after they pass

[anewp0tat0]

got so caught up in my break and drawing other kuro thing's I almost forgot about my commitment lol. but I ain't losing my streak yet...... nor was I losing the chance to doodle one of my top 10 dadbastian coded scenes yaaaa

[styxxsyringe]

trixie could make anything about her fav bands, even the guy she likes

[sp1geon]

hey guys how are we

[greeniegaes]

Sword Spirit Au Snippet:

Disciple Luo Binghe (14?) seeing spirits for the first time after he starts demonic cultivation :)

Characters: Luo Binghe, Zheng Yang, Xiu Ya(Shen Yuan) and Meng Mo(mentioned)

Luo Binghe sighed as he focused on mediating, the odd feeling of demonic cultivation flowing through his veins. Meng Mo’s voice was advising him on how to guide the energy within him in a non-obvious way, the warm feeling of it in his core.

He’d expect it to be cold in his body, like yin energy, but instead the demonic energy felt warm. It was comforting in a strange way, like he was meant to be doing it. It was unlike the normal method of cultivation written in the manual he’d been using for years. It slipped easily around him, not like the muddy thick feeling he was used to.

He adjusted himself in his lotus position, feeling the wind brush against his dry hair. The soft noise of voices filled his ears but he couldn’t quite recognize them. He briefly looked around but didn’t see any disciples or hall masters around and sighed in relief.

He once again focused himself back into the the meditation, letting the yin energy around him enter his soul and get transformed in his core. The mumble of conversation got a bit clearer and he squinted in frustration.

Luo Binghe opened a single eye to look at the direction of the voices, seeing two figures hovering over his sword. It was… odd, as they didn’t see quite opaque but still talked very animatedly.

“Zheng Yang has been doing very well.” The taller figure cooed gently, a soft smile on his face. There were dimples as the man smiled, his hair gently swooping over his face. Soft green eyes like bamboo stared down at the smaller figure, a fond look in his eyes.

The smaller figure seemed around his height and age, very fluffy silver hair. It was the same shade of his sword, his clothes the same green as Luo Binghe’s own. He had a motif of suns on his quarter sleeves and belt.

Sun… Yang.

Luo Binghe hissed as he shut his eyes quickly again, the taller figure’s eyes peeling away from what could only be Zheng Yang’s spirit.

“Baba.” Zheng Yang said quite happily, hovering closer to Luo Binghe given the closeness of his voice now. “Look how well he’s cultivating!”

“Binghe does cultivate very will.” The older man said quite happily. Then there was an odd feeling on his head, like a hand was patting his hair. Luo Binghe blushed at the idea of such a pretty man touching him so gently and tenderly. “Has he been well recently?”

“He’s been bothered less.” Zheng Yang nodded gently. “But Yingying and Fan have also been busy. I haven’t gotten to see Chun Mei or Ang Xiao around at all.”

Ning-Shijie’s sword and Ming Fan’s? Luo Binghe let out a soft huff in frustration. The other sword spirit must belong to one of the nicer hallmasters around if he was so friendly, and free to do as he pleased.

“I’m sure once they get used to their wielders they’ll hang out with you again.” The pretty spirit said again, removing his hand from Luo Binghe’s head. The disciple gently opened his eyes just to see what was going on. The tall man was knelt on the ground as he embraced Zheng Yang, patting his back.

“Baba” the younger spirit said and that made Luo Binghe huff in annoyance. Could sword spirits have children? A question for another day. “I’m still worried about him.”

“I’ll check him over, Yang-Er.” The spirit said very gently, brushing a hand on Zheng Yang’s face. Luo Binghe looked away from the scene in embrassment, feeling like he was intruding on some familial moment he’d never experienced.

The tall sword spirit came over to him and gently put a hand ‘on’ his cheek, those soft green eyes looking at his face. Luo Binghe took in a deep breath and switched how his legs were folded, ignoring the man leaning so close to him. The spirit dragged his hand over Luo Binghe’s chest to his upper dantian, making the disicple slightly shiver. The spirit’s energy was gently checking out his, observing his veins and cultivation.

“This Xiu Ya thinks Binghe is just how he should be.” The sword spirit- Xiu Ya… XIU YA? Finally said, leaning away and taking his warm energy away. Luo Binghe trained his expression so his shock didn’t show, because how in all three realms could his teacher’s sword be so nice and gentle.

Another thought. Why did Xiu Ya see everything as fine? Luo Binghe could still feel the demonic energy inside of him, so surely the older man could too. He opened his eyes and fizzled out his meditation, looking at Xiu Ya as the man sweeping robes flowed behind him as he went back to Zheng Yang.

Xiu Ya very gently curled his arms around the other spirit, Zheng Yang leaning comfortably into the touch. There were some soft whispers before Xiu Ya pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead, bidding him goodbye.

Luo Binghe brought himself to stand as he watched Xiu Ya go away, watching his robes and ribbons flutter in the wind.

“Damn.” He murmurs under his breath, his face flushed as he stared. Zheng Yang slowly turns on his heel and the two make eye contact for a moment, the sword spirit’s eyes going wide.

“You can see me?!?” Zheng Yang yelled, then paused “And who are you looking at like that?!” He hissed, standing in front of Luo Binghe in a huff.

[the-facets-of-man]

Look ikik Jervis has his whole Alice thing going on but also him becoming obsessed with Jonathan and Edward and calling them his white rabbit and cheshire cat itches my brain in a certain way. Even if it's completely unrequited. like just him staring at them when they're around and giving them gifts. they absolutely know but whether or not they reciprocate is up in the air

[the-fuzzy-2846]

me the thing and my angel that i like to eat (in the literal sense

this was a gift for @katamarv1 that i was like “the people would love this” and am deciding to post :::333

[daftaiyo]

There's bugs in your hair, bozo

[yuri-is-online]

Sexism in gaming will only truly be defeated when medival fantasies give you the option to wear a gown to the formal ball mission and not the blandest surcoat and breeches combo available.

[primarinite]

what does the star beating in your chest hunger for?