#every day that goes by

[sol1056]

I have to say, it’s been awhile since I’ve read an article that’s left me feeling physically nauseated. A mix of impotent fury and utter disgust.

A vocational expert hired by the Social Security Administration had to tell the judge if there was any work Heard [the applicant for disability benefits] could still do despite his condition. Heard was stunned as the expert canvassed his computer and announced his findings: He could find work as a nut sorter, a dowel inspector or an egg processor — jobs that virtually no longer exist in the United States. [emp mine]

and

...while the judge agreed that Heard had multiple, severe impairments, he denied him benefits, writing that he had “job opportunities” in three occupations that are nearly obsolete and agreeing with the expert’s dubious claim that 130,000 positions were still available sorting nuts, inspecting dowels and processing eggs.

because

The jobs are spelled out in an exhaustive publication known as the Dictionary of Occupational Titles. The vast majority of the 12,700 entries were last updated in 1977. The Department of Labor, which originally compiled the index, abandoned it 31 years ago in a sign of the economy’s shift from blue-collar manufacturing to information and services.

Social Security, though, still relies on it at the final stage when a claim is reviewed. The government, using strict vocational rules, assesses someone’s capacity to work and if jobs exist “in significant numbers” that they could still do. The dictionary remains the backbone of a $200 billion disability system that provides benefits to 15 million people.

I knew things were fucked up. I had no idea of the depths.

[musubiki]

i firmly believe she got picked as a judge just to counteract his vibes

[likeprongstostars]

guys i promise i have other ideas i just go back to drawing domestic jegulus at every minor inconvenience

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

[ ID in ALT ]

he giggles

[rantsofayoungadult]

the amazing devil singing “cause if we join our hands in prayer enough, to god i imagine it all starts to sound like applause” is something that has never been able to leave my mind

[mimimar]

♡cosmic love♡

(art prints)

[cable-salamder]

Momentarily back at my redraw shenanigans because all of these screenshots are taking up my phone’s storage space

[asaka-lucy-dr-rc]

[frankiebirds]

literally why does he know this

[wuucchoo]

"Emerge from the darkness"

[lilyimmsim]

the crows would have absolutely loved monopoly

[heymacy]

IAN GALLAGHER + his journey with bipolar disorder

╰┈➤ “At times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if you’re living with this illness and functioning at all, it’s something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher

[dickfuckk]

Every time i tell people i buy groceries every 14 days they seem shocked by this and tell me they buy groceries every day or several times a week.

That in turn blows my mind, as someone who couldn’t possibly hate buying groceries more than i do, i can’t imagine doing it that often.

Bonus if you tell me in the tags how you feel about shopping for groceries. Do you hate it with a passion like me? Feel indifferent to it, just another chore? Or do you somehow love it?

[hascapart]

my contribution for Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day

[meitantei-shitpost]

Finally finished with this little detective conan animation!!!

The song is Under the Wool by KMODO

When your boyfriend mysteriously disappears and this creepily smart kid who looks like him shows up along with all these other shady characters who are obviously hiding some bigger conspiracy. I imagine that not knowing everything that’s going on and being left to put together clues would be pretty terrifying. It feels unfair that like literally most of the people Ran knows know about the organization while she’s left in the dark about the truth. Enjoy some Ran angst! 🥲

[s0fter-sin]

codtwt is going off on brainwashed!soap bc of his new warzone skin and it’s making me think of ghost deliberately getting himself captured by makarov bc he knows he’ll be given to his dog to try and break him; knows he won’t be able to resist the irony, the cruelty of being tortured by the teammate he lost

he doesn’t fight; welcomes the chains around his wrists and ankles, welcomes the hands stripping him of his weapons and gear until he's defenceless

he wouldn't use them anyway

when he stalks into the room, the muzzle, the scars, not even the blank hatred or lack of recognition could make him mistake his eyes

that's his johnny

he doesn't flinch as he digs knives into his skin; would never shy away from his kiss even if it's tinged with rusted steel. doesn't swallow his screams; not when he always loved hearing him, when he spent so long coaxing his voice from the grave

frustration joins the anger in johnny's eyes the longer he goes without giving up information

just jokes; dark and puns alike

just advice when he can't get the jumper cables to spark right

ghost's not trying to escape; not trying to barter his return to the 141

he's right where he wants to be