#i can't help you

[deoidesign]

hi i have a bit of an odd question and im so sorry if it comes off as rude at all!

ive seen a lot of your posts about canes, i have hEDS and chronic pain and im trying to convice my mom and my doctor to let me have a mobility aid. my mom is very adamant that i dont need a cane because i dont have balance issues, but my knees and ankles are pretty much always aching. i was just wondering if you think a cane would help with chronic pain or if i should look into other aids?

Canes can help chronic pain, they are not guaranteed to help you specifically

You can get a cane for ~$30 at most stores and try it out

A physical therapist and/or a specialist in rheum will most likely know more than your PCP about your specific pain and situation

Parents often don't want to admit their kids have health problems

I wish you luck

I won't be answering any more asks about mobility aids.

This is nothing about you specifically, you were not rude, I just get a lot of questions like this in my inbox. It becomes draining to get so many asks with people's personal vents about their medical issues or religious trauma or the homophobic situations they're living in.

While I would love if I could help people, I am not a doctor. I am not a therapist, I am not a social worker. I'm just a random artist on the internet who has EDS and is barely getting by myself.

I prefer to keep my blog about my art and about my work, not about my disability. It is relevant to my work, of course, and discussing my conditions in vague terms in how they relate to themes present in my work is more than okay, but I prefer this space to be dedicated to my work and getting to engage with my readers through my stories.

Personal information about my pain, my medications, my tests my doctors and my trauma are not things I want to make public.

Thank you for understanding.

[beauleifu]

Hello beau, it's my first time asking in your blog so I'm pretty nervous (｡>﹏<｡)

so uh imagine Y/N has a piano (I think they also got one on Heartstrings fic?) and then they suddenly played Golden Hour in front of Syntax with adoration in Y/N's eyes

what would be his reaction? 👀

Anyway, if you don't know what Golden Hour, this is the song

YESS I LOVE THAT SONG, love it with a passion! And Y'ALL SYNTAX LOVERS COME GET YO JUICE (i've been gettina lot of asks regarding that lovely asshole)

Anyways, hope you enjoy! This one's a lol short <3

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You wake up in the middle of the night, only to indulge in your musical hobbies that you've been neglecting to take care and entertain your lovely roommate. You thought he'd stay asleep, but you were wrong.

CW: None

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Cold.

It's sweat, sticking to your body and the blanket that covers you. Grunting uncomfortably within the heat of your cocoon, you grip the edge and fling the blanket right off of you.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you sit up and stare.

You ache, not with sickness but from the way you'd banged around in your sleep, trapped in the horrors of your own mind.

It's late, the clock reading 3:26 a.m.

The window is shut tight, but the curtains had been pulled open, revealing the gibbous moon shrouded in clouds above the softly glowing city buildings. Despite burning with sweat, a sudden chill sweeps over your quaking figure, ghosts of your night terror prodding your brain.

A desire to escape seizes you, so strong that you leave your room, not bothering to be quiet.

The hallway is dark - everything is dark.

Suddenly wishing you'd grabbed a blanket for the ride, you clutch yourself tightly, shivering. Thoughts do, thankfully, leave you be, and you're free to wander your apartment without a care in the world.

The kitchen is your destination, sadly offering no more light than your previous occupations. You wince at the noise when you open the cabinets, drawing out a glass to fill it with water. And then, it's quiet once more. You stand, quite lonely-like, in the center of the kitchen, with nothing but a bare sheen of moonlight to illuminate your surroundings. A small part of your consciousness hints at a certain roommate waking up, but it's not very strong.

Slowly, the piano in the corner of the living room is brought to attention.

Like a twinkling, black canvas just waiting for you to explore it.

Thing is . . . it's been awhile.

Having a new roommate gave you a lot of new objectives, taking away each of your small pleasures one by one. It never bothered you, of course, but the piano does look lonely in the shadows. And it's been gathering dust.

Your baby.

You look around, finally coming to awareness.

Would Syntax wake up?

The soft thumb of your footsteps lead you towards the piano, already coming to a decision. You'd play quietly.

Besides, you need a distraction.

Gently placing the cup of water on the lid, you drag the piano bench out and sit upon it's velvety cushions. Your fingers tremble already with anticipation. Blowing out a quiet breath, you lift the fallboard, and with sparkling eyes scan the black and white keys beneath. Syntax won't wake up . . . if he did, this'll put him right back to sleep, anyways.

You already have a song in mind to play.

For a few minutes, you're just lightly tapping keys, making sure the piano is properly tuned. Then, the lasting anxiety just has you tenderly (yet gently) playing the softest tune you can.

Then, you're ready.

You start off just as quietly as before, playing a song you'd learned well.

". . ."

A smile tweaks the corners of your lips at the fond tune. Oh, you missed this, so much.

And then, it's time for your vocals to join.

"It was just two lovers,

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde,

Fallin' for each-other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish,

It's no Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother Like, "Where you at tonight?"

Your smile grows wide as you continue, fingers dancing elegantly over the keys. It's a warm, fond feeling, as though you're floating on a cloud. 3am piano playing never fails.

No one is here. You're blissfully alone.

Just you, your voice, and the piano at your fingertips-

Green eyes flash into view.

At first you think nothing of it, softly singing as you tap the chords. But then you see it again, beyond the lid of the piano, and your eyes dart up for a second.

In that brief moment, you catch a figure standing just beyond the piano, dressed in plaid, dark pajamas.

Syntax gazes right back, green eyes wide.

Oh shit.

You'd woken him up, you'd disturbed him in his sleep-

What was once your heart is now a hammering, freezing chunk of shot nerves and guilt. You're about to stop playing, lips already maneuvering to apologize for your carelessness - but Syntax is quicker. He reacts with the subtlest movements of his already raised hands, fingers splaying outwards as though trying to calm you down. As though saying 'hold on, it's all right'.

You notice his eyes, then, filled with surprise - yet a mixture of awe and adoration that shoos your panic and doubts away like little butterflies. They settle in your chest, a flurry of nervousness and excitement.

Syntax then tilts his head slightly, encouraging you to keep playing.

Your smile returns.

The piano is once again lit up with music.

"I was all alone with the love, of my life,

He's got glitter for skin,

My radiant bean in the night," you sing, tweaking the lyrics to better suit your partner. He takes a small step forward, then another, a rare smile blossoming on his features.

Your eyes dip down for the briefest of moments to the keyboard, but for the most part, you're locked within Syntax's beautiful eyes.

Then, the song slowly comes to an end, the last note ringing softly.

You smile uncontrollably.

Yes. Syntax had woken up, but it was worth it.

To see that smile.

"That was stunning, my darling," Syntax is saying as you shut the fallboard, walking forward with his hands outstretched. "I had no idea you could play the piano."

You're quick to come around the piano and fall into his arms. "Did I wake you?"

"I'm glad you did."

For a brief moment, you allow the guilt to motivate your next words. "But you're finally letting yourself sleep more," you pout.

Syntax smiles down at you, features warm and genuine.

"Darling, I will sleep more if you play your sweet songs more often."

"You really like making deals, huh."

"I like making deals with you, love," Syntax hums. He tucks his hand in its rightful place under your ear, fingers brushing gently across the nape of your neck. You grin up at him, thrilled with the song that still echoes through you.

So he's willing to bargain. Good. "I'll play the piano more if you sleep more."

"I'll sleep more if you play the piano."

"So we have a deal?"

Syntax leans down, taking your lips in his in a soft kiss. You grasp his arms, one hand going up to cup his cheek. The darkness no longer bothers you, no longer chills your bones.

You're body is warm with the heat of Syntax's embrace. And suddenly, you don't want to be anywhere else.

Why the hell did you make Syntax sleep on the couch again?

Oh.

That's right.

He was being an asshole. Funny how a little key-playing can wrap him right back around your little finger.

The spider demon leans back, eyeing your features. "What's that look for?"

"I just realized something," you say innocently.

"And what is that?"

You take his hand, tugging him gently to the couch. Or to your room. You can sleep anywhere right now, and considering it's only 4 am, there's plenty of time left to catch some Z's. "I'm tired. That's what I realized. And so are you, so come."

"To bed? I thought I was banished to the couch," Syntax teases, barely hiding the surprise in his tone.

Sighing, you smile at him. "I've had a change of heart."

Green eyes blink at you, full of fondness. Even in the shadows of night, his facial features are softly illuminated by traces of moonlight. Once upon a time, you were afraid of that face.

But now it only brings a smile to your lips.

Suddenly, the spider demon bends down, strong arms slipping under your legs and arms. In one move he picks you up bridal style, halfway across the living room. You gasp in surprise, rolling your eyes at Syntax's next words.

"So have I."

"Pfft!" You say, swatting his shoulder. "All right, you. Now you're banished to my room for the rest of the night."

He cocks a brow, sharp teeth showing through his smile.

"Banishment is supposed to be a bad thing."

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

Syntax merely smirks at you, tightening his grip for a brief moment. You lean against him, smiling fondly. Maybe you should play the piano at 3am more often.

[pansy-placebo]

I've been getting more people sharing their fundraisers in my askbox, and I've noticed an influx of it happening to other people too.

This is to those sending me their fundraisers:

I don't have many followers, I don't have much money to give you, and I can't in good conscience share your fundraisers because I'm in no position to vet them.

There are a network of blogs dedicated to vetting and sharing fundraisers, and they have far more reach than I do.

I'm disabled and have limited energy in a day. I can't spend it on interviewing you, especially when you could have gone to people who've explicitly volunteered to do all this.

I'll be honest, it all also makes me doubt the veracity of your claims: why send them to me? A nobody? See, I know that scams work better when targeting more people individually instead of advertising broadly like above-board charities and fundraisers usually do, because by targeting many individuals separately the targets have fewer means of connecting with fellow targets about it, and comparing notes, making it harder to prove or disprove your claims. It also has the added benefit of creating the illusion that the target is the only person who can help them, because it obscures the number of people who've been asked for help.

So please. Stop sending me your fundraisers. Go to the proper people. Again, there's a whole a network of blogs and webpages and so forth dedicated to vetting and sharing fundraisers, and they've got far more followers and overall reach than I do.

I can't help you. I'm really, really sorry if you're in trouble, but I can't help you.

[space-blue]

why are you european

You

[sapphire-weapon]

Not to be contrarian but when exactly in RE4R does Leon flirt with Ashley? I did see her flirting with him but never the other way around? And he never responds to her flirting as far as I know. I don't hate the ship or care about shipping and I do like Ashley in the remake but I saw their relationship as a developing friendship and would love to see her again because Leon needs caring friends like her in his life. I do agree with you though that they're not sibling coded at all, anyone who pays attention can see that.

I feel like I've answered this literally so many times, so I'm going to actually flip this on you. Tell me when you saw Ashley flirting with Leon, because I didn't catch it. I saw moments where she lets her obvious crush on him slip out, but I never caught her initiating open flirting with him like he does to her -- because those actually are different things.

The closest thing I can think of is the "I think you'd look pretty dashing" line, but that's mild at best compared to some of the shit he says to her.

[lizanx]

[forjongseong]

the heeseung stans collectively losing their shit over his antics seems like a daily occurrence here and in every other app

[hualianisms]

verified ways to donate to gaza directly

[this post is outdated. up-to-date version here.]

Donate to a Palestinian family directly:

gazafunds.com - Donate directly to a Palestinian family in urgent need of evacuation, medical treatment, daily necessities or more. Site run by Palestinians, all GFMs verified (full list here). Spotlights 1 stagnant GFM at a time. (*If you can't decide who/where to donate, just go to gazafunds.com & donate to the 1 GFM they show you!)

masterlist of 200+ verified Palestinian families' GFMs: Operation Olive Branch

Help provide tents:

The Sameer Project: Currently providing tents & transport for families in Rafah who urgently need to evacuate to Deir Al Balah. Has a team on the ground in Gaza who have supplied tents to 1% of the displaced population in Rafah. Run by Palestinians. (paypal) (gfm)

@helpgazachildren: Currently helping Palestinians in a refugee camp in Rafah flee the Rafah invasion to Khan Younis. Funds go directly to Hussam, a Palestinian in Rafah who hosts a refugee camp. Funds will cover the cost of tents & transport fuel. Managed by a Palestinian @.fairuzfan. (gfm)

Food:

Care for Gaza: Palestinian charity on the ground in Gaza distributing food, cash, medicine & other essentials to displaced families. Proof of their work found on their Twitter. (paypal) (gfm)

We Feed Gaza: Team of Palestinian volunteers in the heart of Gaza distributing food & water to 344+ families. More details & proof in their gfm. Vetted & promoted by LetsTalkPalestine on IG. (gfm)

Direct Aid for Gaza: A Palestinian activist on the ground in Gaza distributing food, cash & other essential supplies to displaced families. Proof of their work found on their twitter. (paypal) (gfm)

Water (*urgent and crucial!)

Gaza Municipality: The official Municipality of Gaza is doing vital, life-saving work to rebuild the water pipes in Gaza City to restore access to clean water & waste management services for the people of Gaza.

eSIMs (*very urgent):

guide to buy & send esims to gaza

Crips for eSims for Gaza: donate any amount to this team of volunteers who pool funds to buy & maintain gaza esims regularly (see their financial accountability document).

Medical Aid:

Gaza Wound Care: Palestinian doctors in central Gaza treating injured/sick children & mothers in neglected displacement camps far from hospitals. Facing a severe shortage of medicines, equipment, and medical supplies. Currently raising funds to support their efforts to battle infectious diseases in refugee camps. (gfm) (paypal) (gogetfunding)

international charities: Palestine Red Crescent Society, Palestine Children's Relief Fund, Medical Aid for Palestinians

How to help if you can't donate:

Share & amplify Palestinian fundraisers in your irl & online circles

Organize or help to run an online/irl event to raise funds for Palestine

Boycott

Get involved with a protest/strike/direct action in your area

Contact your reps

Educate yourself & others both irl & online

Daily clicks on Arab.org

(you can even adopt 1 fundraiser campaign to regularly boost it & make materials promoting it online, or print posters/flyers about Palestinian fundraisers to encourage others to donate. (poster/graphic about gazafunds.com: here, flyers about esims: here, flyers about gazafamilyfunds: here)

(longer masterpost of all ways you can help)

(*all these links and more now in this rentry page. will no longer be updating this post, instead refer to the rentry page)

Last updated 3/6/2024 with Gaza Wound Care & We Feed Gaza. Wanted to focus on Palestinian-run grassroots initiatives that will actually reach Gazans on the ground, so all of these except eSIMs, PCRF, MAP are by Palestinians. Donating to international orgs is not ideal rn as aid is still being stopped at the border. Please focus on Palestinian-run initiatives on the ground in Gaza.

Remember, small donations really do add up. Any amount counts, even $1!

[blackwoolncrown]

I get it, I really do, but I feel like ppl w decision paralysis related to Gazans are also suffering from a kind of non-malignant egotism

"who do I decide to give it to? everyone needs help! I can't help them all!"

You're not the only person they're asking!!!!!

If you choose one person to help that day, a bunch of other ppl choose others

stopping to overthink your inflated importance as an individual versus one in many is what's giving you paralysis

the more you burden yourself as an incapable hero the less you all act as a group-- which is the exact answer you're looking for

fkn close your eyes, scroll on OOB and donate to whoever you click on first

you're not god, it's not your job to save everyone

JUST DO SOMETHING

[marxstradamus]

Kirk was a real one for this

[chiptrillino-art]

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some of these were conzepts i drew for @ranilla-bean fic the iconoclast. others are just me doodeling zuko in SEA inspired clothing (khemer or siam style/ so cambodia or thailand)

[rosetta-j-stone]

In other news I dreamt that Nace was asking me for my advice about moving to the US. Riddle me that one, dream analysis experts.

[apollos-olives]

before october 7th this blog was a meme page btw.

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

[5ivebyfive]

I wanna get through some of my headcanon asks but my headache brain is like...

[grey-viridian]

Sillies