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Steven Grant is absolutely 100% stronger than anyone.
A strange phone that he just found rings and what does he do? The mad lad answers it. The mystery is too much, he just presses answer. No panicked second thought.
I would be on the floor screaming, crying, throwing up and watch it ring.
He's the kind of guy who: if you want to get take away from a certain place, but aw man! they don't let you order online would just straight up be like. No worries. I'll call them.
And he would answer the door to get the delivery too.
Another Mistakes on mistakes until.. fanart because I'm very normal about this fic yep
Funny story. When I drew this sketch and decided to color it, I also decided that I wanted to add some sort of color symbolism to it. You know, when colors have an extra layer of meaning that you can't grasp if you don't think about it. That kind of thing.
The whole vision sank with funny bubbles because I realized that I don't know shit about momu!Jazz except.... a whole lot of shit I know about him….that is so unreliable that a paper plane looks impressively solid in comparison.
So, yeah. I gathered all the colors my finger could reach and threw them in the blender and then put the blender in the washing machine. What color is anything? I don't fucking know. If you poke this picture with a color picker, your device will take -5 damage.
A Whumpee so badly impaired by a high burning temperature that drinking water from a cup is too hard for them. They can’t sit up, they can’t move, it hurts too much. Caretaker is at a loss of what to do. They were sweating too much from the fever. They needed some hydration somehow. And they had no straws on hand.
As they take a damp washcloth and brush whumpee’s sweaty forehead, it hits them. There’s water on this towel. They get a new fresh washcloth and dampen it with fresh cold water from a water bottle and place it to whumpee’s lips. Whumpee is confused and dazed, to which caretaker says
“Try to bite the towel and drink the water from it.”
Whumpee opens their mouth and bites down, and starts suckling the cold wet towel. They almost looked like a baby animal suckling milk from their mother or from a bottle. Caretaker was relieved that whumpee was finally hydrating properly in a way that they could with what little strength they had.
I think that if we lived as we were meant to, in larger intimate ("extended family") groups and with more shared labor and time to do it (UBI NOW) people like me would not feel so useless and burdensome because there would be people around to help and to do what neurodivergent people can't while making valuable space for the neurodivergent to do what they ARE good at.
The way we live right now, all right, the way we live right now forces units of two adults to be able to do EVERYTHING or PAY to have someone come do it for them. I have to do the housework. I have to do it! But I am having to do a million different things and most of them I am not good at. I suck at them.
I wouldn't feel like shit, okay, if I had more than one other person around who was not a child and who could do the things I can't, like do the yard and cook and do repairs and basic maintenance; and someone else to split everything else that I like but is too much for me. It would free me to do what I am good at and enjoy. Cleaning, as in the sink and toilet, the windows, the blinds. Taking out trash. Folding, hanging, and sorting laundry.
But because all the shit I can do often relies on other shit being done first, and I can't do or have trouble doing those things, the shit I can do often can't be done. And even the shit I can do, I can't do ALL of it. So I can't keep up, and things get very bad.
We aren't meant to live like this. We are not meant to live like this.
That thought hurts so much because being able to flee the birth family is integral to survival for so many people. I'm so afraid that living in larger family groups would create more opportunities for, say, queer kids to be isolated, rejected, bullied, and abused. But if we gave people enough money to survive, and stopped considering children the property of their parents with no system in place to help them escape bad situations except a system that is often just as bad, just different.
I'm aware that communes and collectives aren't all that successful and are kind of a joke. I don't mean that. I mean a fundamental shift to multigenerational families where taking in "strays" (which my family did) is also normalized so people escaping abuse into existing households was accepted, with these families centered in maybe a couple of different larger residences so not everyone has to buy and maintain their own fucking washing machine and vacuum cleaner, and so people can benefit from large group meals that yield leftovers, and so child and elder care can also be centralized.
Then disabled people and the neurodivergent and sick and injured people, and pregnant people, and grieving people, would not have to either labor through all those stressors or consign themselves to living off an unlivable pittance or being put under legal guardianship.
I'm not saying anything new. People live like this in other parts of the world and maybe it sucks and I am wrong. But I'm just really mad right now because I can either do laundry or clean the sink but not both, and I really think we could improve society somewhat by making it so I did not have to choose one without sacrificing the other.
Sapphic Disco Week: Day 3 - F/F Pairing Outfit Swap
I wish I’d picked a more original pair (sorry I’m copying everyone) I just quietly really like these two. Plus they both get to stay cozy with an outfit swap!