#visually impaired pride flag

[rjalker]

Visually impaired pride flag because I couldn't find any and I can't figure out a good design for a general physically disabled pride flag or find one specifically for physically disabled people...

(please let me know if there is a physically disabled pride flag)

Edit 5/17/23: I've since created two! Here's the tumblr post. And here's the link to the HD versions on the web archive!

This flag is for everyone who's vision is impaired. Yes, this includes people who wear glasses, incase I need to specify that.

Yes, if you require glasses to function you are in fact disabled. If your glasses break and it's the end of the world because you can't see anything inches from your face, congrats, you're disabled. Just because you can have your disability accommodated if you're privileged enough to be able to go to an eye doctor and get glasses doesn't mean you're not disabled.

This flag is public domain, and can be used for anything you'd use a pride flag for, no permission or credit needed. The only thing I ask is that you include an image description whenever possible (it would be criminally ironic to use this flag without making the post accessible to visually impaired people), and if someone asks where you got it, link them to an HD version of the flag.

Like these HD ones on the web archive.

You are encouraged to edit the flag in any way you like, and please let me know if any changes need to be made for accessibility.

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[ID: Two versions of a pride flag, one shaped like a square, the other shaped like a wide rectangle. The flag has five stripes of black, blue, white, purple, and black. End ID.]

If you make anything with it, feel free to let me know so I can see :) (pun not intended lol)

[scamanderishredmayniac]

Happy Disability pride month to all my Eddie Redmayne and Newt Scamander fan mutuals, who have disabilities!!!

This is the month for our voices to be heard, and to show people we are proud of who we are as disabled people. Disability is not a bad word, it is not a bad thing, and it doesn’t stop us from living our lives. As Stephen Hawking once said,

“There should be no boundaries to human endeavour, where there is hope there is life.

[bimdraws]

Disability Pride & Visibility Month

This is a very touchy subject, but I just wanted to bring awareness to some of the disabilities included in the disability pride flag (seen in the background). The colors represent as follows:

💚 Sensory disabilities like visual and hearing impairments.

💙 Mental illnesses like depression, OCD, anxiety disorders, eating disorders, schizophrenia, BPD, bipolar, etc.

🤍 Invisible illnesses like arthritis or learning disabilities as well as those that are undiagnosed.

💛 Neurodivergency! namely autism, ADHD and fetal alcohol syndrome.

❤️ Physical disabilities like wheelchair users, amputees, people with breathing problems, etc.

🖤 Those we've lost because of ableism (discrimination towards disabled people), suicide, illness or negligence.

[erradox]

An alternative version of Ann Magill's disability flag, with the hopes of it being even more accessible. The diagonal shape was already a good step towards visual distinction, but on a button or circular sticker this would not help as they can rotate. The original colors hurt my eyes as they were, and the original background was rather low-contrast which is helpful for some folks, but not those with visual impairment that need a greater contrast. All of the stripes being the same width falls into the same visually-overstimulating situation that other 5-striped pride flags have, at least for me. So I alternated the width of each, and this doubles as providing visual distinction to the stripes while still being easy to replicate. I also continuously checked the values as I worked in hopes it would still be accessible to those with visual impairment. My goal was to make something that would still be recognizable as the same flag at a glance, and use the same color context due to their meanings, but also make it easier for me personally to look at. Since this is mostly for personal reasons I am just putting it on my blog so that I can access it easier if I want it later, but you are absolutely welcome to use this without permission! The original flag is public domain, and this one would be as well.

[queer-cosette]

15 Question Tag Game | OC Edition

Thanks for the open tag @just-french-me-up to answer these questions about my OC! I love talking about my beloved Carlotta Suero - she features in various Miraculous Ladybug fics, with focus on her in The world is still sleeping, while I keep on dreaming and these are times that can't be weathered (and we have never been back there since then), and it's been too long since I talked about her <333

Rules: answer the questions below as yourself and/or your OC. (I'd also add that you make your own post).

1. Are they named after anyone?

Yes! Her first name is after Carlotta Brown from Enid Blyton's Twins at St Clare's series. Carlotta Brown is, like my Carlotta, Spanish by birth and a bit on the wild side with a desire for adventure and refusal to bow down to a perceived authority determined to make her conform. Very fitting for my girl.

Suero is a Spanish surname that I chose because it was likely my dad's family's surname a few hundred years or so ago. We don't know at what point we left Spain for Ireland, but Suero is a common surname in the area we were most likely from. Lil shoutout <3

Her middle name, Estrella, is slightly after my friend Stella, who is possibly the coolest person I've ever interacted with in my entire life.

2. When was the last time they cried?

these are times that can't be weathered (and we have never been back there since then) actually addresses this! Carlotta made a (implied to be unhealthy) choice at four years old that crying is pointless after witnessing a beached whale die in New Zealand. Her mother, in an attempt to lessen her heartbreak, tells her that "We shouldn't cry at something so beyond our control!" and she internalises it very heavily until her mid/late teens when she discovers the horrific truth about Gabriel Agreste's favourite pastime, and slowly breaks down in tears thinking about how it's going to fucking wreck her friend Adrien (Gabriel's son) when he finds out.

3. Do they have kids?

No, largely because Carlotta has a lot of me in her, and I don't want kids. I also unintentionally designed her superhero alterego as having the colour scheme of the asexual pride flag, so make of that what you will.

4. Do they use sarcasm?

Yes, but mostly with her younger siblings. She tries not to with Adrien because he's (in my canon) autistic and also very sheltered, so he doesn't always get it and she hates being bitchy to him even by accident because it feels like kicking a small animal. She's more a deadpan snarker than anything else, sarcasm-wise. Marinette is very much the same way, so they'll watch bad movies together and snark their way through it as a bonding exercise.

5. What’s the first thing they notice about people

Voice undertones. Carlotta is visually impaired - she has occipital lobe damage from a skateboarding accident at age 13 and has hemianopsia as a result - so sound has become even more important to her than it already was. And it was important to begin with - as a diver, she spends a lot of time underwater, and sound travels faster and further underwater than light does. Since her accident, she's learned how to pick up on tonal significance very very accurately. She can hazard a scarily accurate guess within five minutes as to where someone is from and what they think of the person introducing her to them.

6. What’s their eye colour?

Dark brown with slight violet undertones, turning fully bright violet with her Whale Miraculous transformation.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Both, in a way; Carlotta adores high-stakes adventure movies with happy endings. A few jumpscares go down a treat, so long as everyone's found peace by the end.

8. Any special talents?

Besides learned skills (scuba diving, playing violin, skateboarding etc.) Carlotta is weirdly good at convincing people she's way more of a goofball than she actually is. All her childish antics do a good job of concealing how genuinely intelligent and sharp-minded she really is.

9. Where were they born?

Maternity ward in Asturias, Spain, in the Spring of 2000.

10. What are their hobbies?

Scuba diving, playing violin, and skateboarding!

11. Do they have any pets?

Her mother has a service dog, a golden labrador named Honey, after she had a workplace accident that left her with multiple severe burns from the waist down; Carlotta herself doesn't really consider Honey to be *hers* though. She did have a magical underwater encounter with a juvenile sperm whale off the Azores who she named Herman, but Herman is, of course, a wild animal, and more a friend than a pet.

12. What sports do they play/have they played?

Carlotta is very into swimming and diving! She's a very powerful long-distance swimmer, and has competed in diving competitions. She prefers outdoorsey activities to actual sports, though - things like skateboarding and tree-climbing.

13. How tall are they?

Five foot eleven inches (same height as me!). I wanted more tall girl characters, so I made one.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Biology. She wants to be a cetologist, and has thus far managed to find a way to turn the topic of every essay back towards oceanic megafauna.

15. Dream job?

Part time cetologist (she wants to be the first scientist to film the birth of a blue whale) and part time superhero. Maybe both at the same time!

Tagging @hanaasbananas @theladyfae @private-bryan @multimousenette and anyone else who would like to talk about their OC!

[liminalweirdo]

The disability pride flag and disability pride month colors are a unique and direct representation of the community, focusing on inclusion, similar to the LGBTQ pride flag. The original disability pride flag was designed by Ann Magill, featuring a brightly-colored lightning bolt on a black background.

With the feedback that the disability pride flag colors could negatively impact people with epilepsy, Magill redesigned the flag with muted colors symbolizing the diverse facets of daily life for people with disabilities.  

Charcoal gray background: In memory of the victims of ableist abuse and violence, including children or those killed, suicides, or individuals who suffered from negligence.

Diagonal band: Cutting across the barriers blocking people with disabilities from full participation, integration, and inclusion in society

Red stripe: Physical disabilities (chronic pain/fatigue, mobility impairment, loss of limbs)

Gold stripe: Neurodivergence (autism, ADHD, dyslexia)

White stripe: Undiagnosed and invisible disabilities

Blue stripe: Psychiatric disabilities (depression, PTSD, anxiety, etc.)

Green stripe: Sensory disabilities (hearing loss, visual impairments, etc.)

The Disability Pride flag is now available in the public domain and is seen in Disability Pride Month parades worldwide, with disability pride itself having entered the world stage, as you’ll learn from the insights that follow.

- source

[tarnishedpride]

i saw your deaf pride flags, do you do blind / visually impaired pride flags? ^_^

the god - slayer apologizes most sincerely, but one is not comfortable with doing that as one is not visually impaired. apologies!

meaning: i’m so sorry, i’m not comfortable doing that as i’m not visually impaired myself. sorry!

[mightyoctopus]

Hi everyone! Just a quick reminder that gradient text is not screen reader accessible!

In case you’re confused, here’s some more detail:

What's a screen reader? It’s a software used mainly by blind and visually impaired people. It reads the text on a screen aloud, so you don’t have to see it.

What's gradient text? Gradient text is when people use the customization options on Tumblr to turn every letter in a word a different color. This option is currently not available to all users, so I can’t show you myself, but here are two screenshots I took:

[ID: The words “ghibli + spring” in a green to red gradient. /end ID]

[ID: The words “happy lesbian visibility day” in the colors of the lesbian pride flag. Red, orange, and pink. Next to that, it says “Derry Girls (2018-)” in regular black font. /end ID]

How is it inaccessible? Instead of reading the words or sentences normally, my screen reader spells everything letter by letter when it’s gradient text. This makes it very hard to understand.

Does this apply to all websites and screen readers? I’m not sure, but at the least it applies to Tumblr and my screen reader. I haven’t run into gradient text on other websites.

I really like gradient text. What should I do? I would suggest adding a plain text version after the gradient, like this: Example [Example]

By the way, this is not an attack on anyone! I used the two examples above not to shame anyone, but just to illustrate my point. I purposely only took a screenshot of the gradient part and not the rest of the post or username.

It's fine if you didn’t know about this before. There is no shame in not knowing.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

[theprettynosferatu]

Ana woke up coated in a cold sweat. The nightmare again. She took a deep breath, digging deep and focusing on her training, trying to push out the emotions raging inside her chest. The nightmare stuck to her like tar on skin, and she felt angry at herself for letting it affect her. She should be above such things. She should have left those memories behind her long ago, and yet they came to her like thieves in the night. Always the same moment, the same images, the same actions. It hurt because it wasn’t far from what had actually happened.

    In the dream, Ana is eighteen again. She has just discovered her powers and is moving objects with her mind inside her room, the door locked to keep her parents out, pushing herself to target bigger and bigger things, to exert more and more power over her surroundings. She feels confident. She feels strong. She makes her bed rise in the air and smiles, knowing she could smash it to splinters with a thought. Suddenly, she’s in school. She can see every detail of the scene, as if time had stopped just to let her observe the cruelty in front of her: the three thugs beating up a younger kid just because he wears a Pride flag pin on his backpack. They call him all manner of slurs and the rage inside her is blinding. She wants to hurt them. She wants to protect the kid. She wants to right this wrong, to punish the cruel, to make them feel as helpless as they make others feel. And for the first time, she decides to act on that impulse. Full of anger, she reaches out with her mind…

    And nothing happens. The bullies laugh and kick the kid before calling it a day and going to their classes, as if no big event has happened. To them, it hasn’t. To the kid, this will be a traumatic day that will scar him for life… and Ana is just… there. Staring. The kid looks at her in a silent plea. Why didn’t you do anything?

    She took another breath, trying to forgive herself. She couldn’t have known back then. In fact, it took her almost a year of experimentation to discover that her powers needed her to be calm, that strong emotions shut down her focus and her abilities. She reminded herself of this fact, of the amount of training she underwent before ever going out into town to help others. Hours and hours of meditation, of visualizations, of strict conditioning to keep her mind calm even in extreme circumstances. Back then she had been a kid, barely exploring a power she couldn’t understand. She knew she had done nothing wrong. Still, that question haunted her. Why didn’t you do anything?

    It took her an hour to fully let go of the nightmare. An hour wasted. The night waited for no woman, and this dream had stolen opportunities to make things right. She put on her costume, if it could be called that. She hated the idea of wearing some superhero outfit and she certainly hadn’t designed it with that in mind– but the end result, no matter her intentions, did look a tad… comic-bookish. She had thought of mobility and comfort first, so yes, her uniform did resemble the form-fitting spandex of fictional heroes. And in a world with cameras everywhere, she had to cover her face in a way that wouldn’t impair her vision: that the most useful mask happened to be found at a sex shop as part of a “sexy supehero” costume was just fate’s childish sense of humor. It didn’t matter. She had been going out every night for two years, and no one had ever found out her civilian identity, so she couldn’t argue with the results.

    She got a message from one of her contacts. In two years she had built quite the intelligence network, and it never failed to keep her aware of the pulse of the city. She looked at the encrypted messaging app. Trouble in Old Town. Of course. If something was going horribly wrong, the root was usually in Old Town, home to one of the city’s largest police precincts and the most corrupt. The unspoken deal was clear: the cops didn’t mess with Old Town, as long as the filth didn’t spill out to the more respectable neighborhoods… too much. She took stock of the message. Break in at an auto workshop. Possible hostages. No time to waste.

    Twenty minutes later she found herself watching the least inconspicuous lookouts she had ever seen. They might as well be wearing neon signs saying “I’m a Bad Guy.” Then again, that might be the point: to let everyone know that walking past the scene and not making a fuss was the healthier option. She took a deep breath. Good. She was centered, calm. 

    An unseen force slammed the goons against the wall. Not the most subtle approach, but time was a factor so the front door would have to do. Sometimes overwhelming force was as effective as stealth. Her contact had reported four perps, and with two gone, she wasn’t especially afraid of the remaining crooks. Part of her was a tad disappointed that this would turn out to be barely a mop up job, but it was still part of her-

    Pain. Blinding, excruciating pain. She felt her muscles convulse and tighten, her diaphragm seize up, making it difficult to breathe. Worst of all, she felt panic. It was a primal, intense thing: the natural reaction to the possibility of effectively drowning on dry land. She tried to focus, but some things were stronger than any amount of training or discipline: they were ingrained survival instincts. She felt someone cutting a hole in her suit, something cold being placed on her chest. Then, a voice. Deep, calm, almost… like a headmaster or a stern big brother. Her eyes go to the girl tied in a metal chair. Save her. She needed to save her. She needed to find a way, to…

    “Please listen to me. I have attached an electric device to your skin. The moment I suspect you are even trying to use those powers of yours, you’ll be a convulsing, drooling mess on the floor, so save us all the trouble and be a good girl. Is that clear?”

    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stupid mistake. Rookie mistake. Too confident, too cocky. A kick to the ribs, an explosion of red inside her eyes.

    “I asked you a question. Is what I’ve said clear?”

    Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Okay, Ana needed to buy time, to try to find a way around this. Play along for a while, figure something out.

“It’s… it’s clear”

He laughed a cold, cruel laughter. Let them get his rocks off, Ana thought. She would fucking liquify his insides… no, that anger only made it harder to focus. She needed to calm down, to wait for an opening and hope he didn’t use the device again…

“Don’t move, doll”, the man said. Doll? What the hell? Power trip much, asshole? The woman looked at Ana, tears in her eyes. “Please… please help me…” she muttered. Ana felt so impotent, so weak and useless… the poor girl started sobbing. Ana wanted to hug her, to tell her everything would be alright, to let her know she’d be safe. Still, she didn’t move. Part of it was the logical fear of being disabled and in pain again, but parto of it was his voice. His tone. Strong, confident, a tone that assumed her obedience as a given. The poor woman cried… then a cold shiver ran through Ana’s back. She wasn’t crying. She was laughing.

Almost lazily, the woman stood up, gracefully letting the ropes fall to the ground. She took a couple of steps and for the first time Ana could take a good look at her. 

“My hero!”, the woman purred, stretching. She was wearing heeled boots, tight black leather pants and a red top that drew the eye to her quite generous bosom. Her copper hair fell in waves on her shoulders, and Ana couldn’t help but to stare at her freckled face, her emerald eyes. It was a face that could communicate the purest innocence… but now had a calm, cruel evil in its smile. It was as if this woman could be the perfect victim… or the perfect predator. Now Ana had no doubts as to which was the real her.

“So brave” she mocked. “So strong! Running headlong into danger! My hero! My idiot! Tell me, do you feel… strong? Smart? Brave? Or do you feel like just a silly, stupid cunt that got herself caught? Oh, it’s okay. Not everyone is cut out to be a leader, you know”

The woman walked around her, looking at Ana as if she was nothing but an object for her personal enjoyment. Ana felt judged and hated the part inside her that wished that judgment would be positive.

 Suddenly, Ana felt soft hands on her breasts and froze. This wasn’t what she was expecting. 

“Oh, honey”, purred the woman. “Are you sure you’re cut out for this hero stuff? I mean, your tits are barely visible in your skin tight outfit! I thought superheroes were all sexy and voluptuous! What are these mosquito bites? I can barely feel them!”, she added with a pinch of Ana’s nipples for effect. Ana felt a tinge of shame, and hated herself for it. She remembered her teenage years, jealously looking at her classmates, waiting for a growth spurt that never came. She remembered her college years, looking at other girls online, wishing she could pose and tease like they did with sideboob pictures, or cleavage thirst traps… and the dark, shameful way she had rubbed herself to how much hotter the girls online were…

No. She needed to stop it. Everything was getting mixed up: fear, shock, anger, shame, the lingering excitement of those secret nightly activities…

The woman noticed instantly. Ana could tell. The way one hand skillfully played with her nipples while the other caressed her thighs, carefully staying away from a pussy that was getting warmer and warmer…

 No. She needed to stop. She had to center herself, regain her calm…

Ana felt the woman’s hand softly rubbing her over her outfit. She was barely touching her sensitive pussy, but the situation triggered something deep inside Ana, something strong and primal she had tried so, so hard to pretend wasn’t there… but the woman knew, as if she could smell her deepest fears and desires.

“You don’t have to pretend, you know”, the woman said. Ana could feel her warm breath caressing her ear. “I think it’s admirable you chose to be the hero. To be strong for others. But that isn’t really you, is it? No, your body knows the truth. And there’s no shame in being weak, honey. In fact, embracing your helplessness, letting your betters tell you what to do… oh, it can be so… pleasurable.” The woman applied just a little bit of pressure on Ana’s soaked pussy and a moan escaped the captive’s lips. Then, the woman went in front of Ana and struck a pose.

“And am I not your better? Look at me. Look at my hair, my lips, my tits, my waist, my ass, my legs. How am I not better than you in every way? Don’t you feel I would fill out that suit of yours so much better than you do? Wouldn’t it look so good on me?” Her face shifted back to her innocent, wide eyed persona. “Do you think I could borrow it?”

She was right. Goddamn it, she was right and Ana couldn’t deny it. It hurt. It hurt so much. And most of all, it hurt that her inferiority made her so fucking wet.

The woman noticed. Without breaking her kind, tender look, she simply offered: “You can rub to me, you know. It’s okay. There’s no shame in being weak. It’s just how you were made, and following your nature always feels better than fighting it. Aren’t you tired of pretending? You don’t have to pretend with us. You can be your true self”

Ana couldn’t tell when she started. All she knew was she was rubbing through her clothes, her eyes fixed on the superior being before her. Yes, it felt right. It felt so natural. Words swirled inside her head. Weak. Inferior. Slave. She needed to please. She needed their approval. She needed to be useful to them, somehow. It was as if years of building up her self worth had been revealed as the flimsy armor they were, and now she was free for the first time. Free to obey.

When the woman told her to kiss her boots, it made perfect sense. Of course Ana wasn’t good enough to touch this goddess’ skin. She didn’t deserve to feel her warmth. But she could please her with her obedience, and so she did. She put everything she had into that single act, kissing the leather as if it was her long time lover. She looked up and her pussy twitched seeing the approval in the woman’s eyes. It was all she needed. All she’d ever need. The man came closer, his cock out and already hard. Ana didn’t even react. Whatever they told her to do, she would do. She knew this with the certainty of a law of physics.

“Blow him”, the woman ordered.

Those two words became Ana’s world. She didn’t care about him, about herself, about the dirty floor. All that mattered was to obey, to please. She dove towards the cock with desperation, with an absolute need to not just do as she was told but to put her entire soul into it. She didn’t even pause to consider this would be only her second blowjob ever, she simply worshiped the big member as if it was the most important thing in her life– and at that moment, it was. She used her hands, her lips, her tongue, her throat. Nothing else mattered, not even her need to breathe, not even a gag reflex she instantly willed into non-existence. She was just a vehicle of the woman’s will, an empty vessel to be filled with her desires and whims. It felt amazing. Peaceful and hot and purposeful all at once. The world was simple; anxiety unnecessary. All she needed to be was a pleasing, obedient object. The woman wanted the cock to cum, so Ana would make it cum.

It didn’t take long. Maybe the man was caught off guard by Ana’s eagerness. He exploded inside her mouth, and she swallowed as much as she could before releasing the cock from her eager mouth and letting it launch the last couple of spurts on her face. Ana thought the woman would prefer it that way.

Laughter filled the workshop. Without even giving her a look, the pair headed for the door, leaving her behind, coated in cum, panting and soaked.

“See you soon, my hero”, was the woman’s goodbye.

As soon as Ana got to her apartment, she removed the device and hopped in the shower. She needed to wash it all off, to let the water carry the memories away, down the drain, gone forever and dissolved in the boundless sea. 

The following two days were a blur, a seemingly never ending fog. Only one thought came through coherently and consistently: that Ana would never go out crime fighting again. Suddenly, all her efforts and her battles and her training appeared to her like a waste of time, a delusion, a dream that should have never gotten out of hand. She felt weak. She felt small and insignificant and irrelevant. And the worst was that if she was being honest… part of her liked it.

There was something joyful in emptiness. Something relaxing. Losing the idea that she should or could make a difference left her feeling just… fine. She could do nothing at all and no guilt would appear, no voice of self recrimination to torment her. When she didn’t feel she had a choice, there was no way to blame herself for whatever happened. And what did happen took her by surprise. Almost immediately the memory of her greatest defeat was something that didn’t make her anxious or stressed. No, it made her insanely horny. Being helpless. Kneeling. Accepting it was in her nature to obey… it all gave her a wickedly delicious shame that had her hands going between her legs several times a day. Who cared if she rubbed every day away? It didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. She had been just an object and had no intention of looking away from it. Yes it was wrong. Yes it went against everything she had ever believed in and fought for. No, she didn’t care. The shamefulness of this mental surrender only made every orgasm stronger, made her weaker.

They came on the third day, right as the sun set. How they opened the door, Ana couldn’t tell. What she could tell was who the intruders were as soon as she heard the confident steps of heeled boots. Just the sound was enough to make Ana panic and long for the woman all at once. Her body reacted with pavlovian eagerness, a heat radiating from her pussy and covering every inch of her in a warm, shivering anticipation.

The mocking singing made her freeze in place. It bounced around her apartment and made it clear that the break in had not been a coincidence.

I need a hero

I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night

They entered Ana’s bedroom with the calm confidence of people that knew they were in complete control. The woman instantly became the wide-eyed, almost childish picture of innocence Ana had first met.

“My hero! There you are! I need your help! Will you save me again?”, she mocked, a wicked grin sneaking right at the end, her true colors shining through. 

“H-How did you…”, Ana muttered.

“No, no, no, don’t spoil it, doll. Sure, I could tell you exactly how we tracked you down. Maybe give you all the sordid little details about how we paid off a few people to feed you the tip that brought you to us. Who knows? Maybe this isn’t the first time we’ve come here! Maybe there are hidden cameras all over this very room. Or maybe I’m just lying. But come on, you don’t really want to know, do you? No, that would ruin the mystique of the evening, wouldn’t it? Isn’t it better to just assume I’m simply so much better than you that however I cracked your silly secret identity game it was in a way that you couldn’t possibly fathom? Isn’t it just more fun this way? So dumb, so silly, so useless that two people managed to waltz right into your own home and you could do nothing about it. Mmm, doesn’t that thought just make you tingle?”

“Get out”, Ana managed to say, desperate to push down the thought that as always, the woman was right. In response, the intruder simply skipped to her like a bratty schoolgirl and got right in front of Ana. God, her scent… it was enough to make the hero dizzy and fuzzy.

“Push me out”, the woman said without a hint of a smile. “If you truly want me gone, simply… do it. There’s no device stopping you. No one is pointing a gun to your head, no hostages to worry about. You can just use that magic brain of yours and send me flying out the window. So… why aren’t you doing it? How come I’m still here? How come you let me get closer… and closer to you?”

Ana had to try and untangle her mind. Why wasn’t she fighting? Why wasn’t she doing anything? Why was she letting this woman inch closer and closer to her? Why couldn’t Ana stop looking at those lips, those eyes, that slender neck? Why was she so wet?

“Maybe you realized something, doll. We certainly gave you a couple of days to let it sink in… so, how did those days feel? Weren’t they liberating? I bet you’ve never slept so well before, right? See, I’m not a bad person. I just want to give you peace of mind. And isn’t realizing your place in the universe marvelous? No questioning, no anxiety, no doubts. Only the joyful certainty of fulfilling your purpose.”

Ana felt the woman lifting her t-shirt up and without even thinking it she raised her arms to simply let the superior being undress her. It felt natural, almost an instinct. Ana squeezed her legs together. Her brain was foggy, but her pussy was on fire. All she could do was look at the amazing woman and let go.

“No bra. Why am I not surprised? I mean, a bra on those things would be about as useful as an ashtray on a bike. Look at you! And more importantly, look at me. Look at my chest. This is how a woman should look like, isn’t it? Aren’t my curves just… delicious? I wonder if anyone has ever looked at you the way men look at me. They want me… they want to please me… they do what I say just hoping I might bless them with my attention, so funny and small and desperate… like you right now. You want to see my breasts, don’t you? To kiss them. To be smothered by them. I can sense it coming off you. The neediness. The need to be a mindless toy for my amusement. I can smell your arousal. Why don’t you take care of that for me? Wouldn’t that be nice? It would be amusing for me, won’t you make me happy?”

Make her happy. It was so simple. So beautiful. Make her happy, whatever it took. Clear, straightforward, uncomplicated. Obedience was bliss. Ana didn't try to fight it. She removed her shorts and started slowly rubbing her soaked cunt. The woman’s eyes on her felt amazing. It was all she needed. All she’d ever need.

“See? Isn’t this better? But you know, watching you rub like a little obedient whore gets old fast. It’s not as if you’re hot to look at. It’s… boring. No, you need to bring something else to the table. Make it worth my while”

Cold terror gripped Ana. Boring. She was boring. She wasn’t pleasing this perfect woman. She was failing. But what else could she do? She pleaded with tear-filled eyes. Anything. She’d do anything for her, anything to please, anything to be worthy of the woman’s attention, even her scorn if it meant that she was serving her purpose. Then, with a gesture of generosity that made Ana prostrate herself in gratitude, the woman spoke.

“Talk to me as you rub that needy cunt. Tell me what you feel”

The words just came to Ana. There was no need to think, no filter, no mind at all. Her lips moved as she frantically rubbed her soaked pussy, and a torrent of ideas she had fought so hard to repress came pouring out.

“Please… please tell me what to do. I’m so tired, so tired of making choices, of fighting so hard and always ending up short… I… I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want to be strong anymore. I don’t want to fight it anymore. It’s too much. I never asked for powers. I never asked to be different. I never… fuck… I never wanted this burden. Let me obey you, serve you, just be your living toy, your eager slave! Let me be yours, truly and utterly yours… My mind is yours… my inferior body is yours… use it as you wish. Make me degrade myself for your amusement… fuck, you’re so beautiful, so confident… I’m just… I’m just a little dumb cunt that thought she mattered, but I realize now I was never meant to be anything other than a silly object… a… fuck, a mindless, obedient living doll! My small tits are yours… my mouth is yours… my ass is yours… I’ll do anything you want. Fuck whoever you tell me to fuck. Suck whoever you tell me to suck. Just… don’t let me go back! Don’t let me think I’m more than that! Don’t let me fall back into the delusion that I should ever make choices! Let me be whatever you want me to be… please! I beg you!”

The woman smiled, and Ana felt the soft glow of her approval. Yes, this was it. All that mattered.

“Get on all fours, doll”, the woman commanded. Ana instantly obeyed. The silent man, the man she had blown, moved behind her… but Ana’s eyes were fixed on the woman. She was all Ana needed. Then, the sensation of a cock teasing her pussy, not going in, just letting the tip play with her needy hole. Ana panted and moaned, and when the woman slid off her shorts, she was transfixed by her perfect, delicate, shaved pussy. Ana wished she could just… die between the woman’s legs. When she went down and spread them, Ana had to fight with all her might the need to lick her, to smell her, to please her. But she hadn’t been told to, so she managed to stay still.

“Impale yourself on his cock”, the woman said with a playful smile. Ana’s body reacted before she could comprehend the words. Her hips thrust back and she screamed in pleasure as the cock’s considerable length and girth stretched her slutty hole. Fuck yes, this was what she was for. This was all that mattered: her cunt, the woman, pleasing her by letting her pussy decide. She moved like a bitch in heat. She needed to be fucked, taken, owned. 

“Isn’t this what you want? I can give you all the emptiness you desire”, teased the woman as she spread her lips and gave Ana a look at her soft, tempting pussy. “I might even let you please me directly… but only if you’ll be my hero. My hero. To use as I see fit. You might be a flat, boring doll but you might have other uses… what would you do for me?”

“Anything”, moaned Ana as she rammed the cock inside her with violent passion. “Anything, anything, anything!”

“Would you use your powers to steal for me? Kill for me? Would you betray everything you are for me? Your friends? Family? Just to please me?”

“Please… you… I need to please you… Yes! I’ll do anything. I’ll steal and cheat and kill and suck and fuck and let you make me into anything you want! I don’t matter! I don’t exist! I’m just whatever you say I am… Fuck… please let me please you… forever and ever!”

The woman smiled. Yes, the broken doll would do nicely.

“Good girl. You may worship my cunt… my hero”

Ana obeyed. As she would always do, unquestioningly, for the rest of her life.

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[rjalker]

Pastel Goth lesbian flag, inspired by this post and this post :)

[ID: A flag with seven pastel stripes of: Purple, bubblegum pink, pale pink, black, yellow, seafoam green, and periwinkle blue. End ID.]

This flag, like all my pride flags, is public domain :) use for anything you want! All I ask is that when sharing online, you copy and paste the mage description above for accessibility! Image descriptions are for the blind and visually impaired the way subtitles are for the deaf and hard of hearing!

[yourfavehatesautismspeaks]

Since requests are closed, would you mind if we made our own edits? I love the blog!

Yes! Please do make your own edits! We welcome this and always have done! Be sure to tag us and we will reblog it as we have done with previous edits! We just ask two things

1) That you tag us if you use our flag, you give us credit and tag us, that way, we can reblog it

2) That you use descriptions for the blind and visually impaired and those Tumblr mobile just won’t load for. You can copy and paste one of our descriptions and add your own, if possible.

I believe you can find a flag in our blog information or just try searching ‘blank flag’. If you can’t find it, we can edit this post tomorrow so a blank flag is included.

We hope to get through Pride Month and start to work through our inbox once again and have requests open by August.

[vulturevanity]

Is our artistic vision ableist? A kind of ramble and a request.

(Content warning: Noodle’s video linked here contains scenes from Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse and other animations with high contrast and flashing lights. It’s possible to just listen to the audio and understand his points; a volume warning is also warranted, as there’s a jumpscare at the end with an explosion, sirens and screaming around the 14 minute mark.)

I’ve been researching DAIN and SmoothVideo Project for college, partly inspired by Noodle’s video on why those "4k 60fps amazing” renders of animated scenes are actually really bad and also an insult to the animators who worked on those scenes. Noodle mentioned Into The Spiderverse as an example of intentionally animating at 12 fps as an artistic choice, and I remember reading a comment by someone saying they weren’t able to watch it because they have photo-sensitivity issues and the effect gave them a massive migraine.

I then recalled that The Incredibles 2 has high-contrast strobing effects in several important scenes and Disney didn’t warn the audience of it until after the Epilepsy Foundation demanded it to (putting thousands of watchers with photosensitive epilepsy at risk of having seizures in theaters), as well as the absolute clown show that was Cyberpunk 2077 infamously using an accurate recreation of a device designed to cause seizures as one of its core mechanics, which triggered a seizure in a game reviewer.

I think the main point I want to bring here is that an artistic choice can unintentionally hurt someone. That doesn’t mean the artist went out of their way to make their art inaccessible to a whole group of people (except when they do, In 2077′s case), but a lack of awareness was (and is) an active danger in the mentioned cases and many others, and an alarmingly common issue as well. Most recently, there has been heated debate over the design of the disability pride flag, due to it being a migraine/seizure trigger for some people, while the high contrast is preferable for people with low vision and other visual impairments. It’s a nuanced problem, and I’m one of the people who believe a good solution is to make multiple versions of it for people with different needs.

My college assignment will be focused on the use of those interpolation programs in ways that help disabled people (specifically those who get migraines and seizures due to strobing effects) access artwork that is, in its original state, inaccessible to them. But I, as an animator and film student who doesn’t suffer from these issues, would love to hear from the community about your own experiences with movies and video games, in order to make a more informed case. What can an artist keep in mind in order to help minimize this kind of damage? Is there anything else that needs attention, besides high contrast, flashing lights and strobing effects? Is audio an issue as well? (I’ve become aware recently that people can have seizures due to noises) And for visual artists with epilepsy and other neurological issues for which these things are triggering, what is your process?

[angleofmusings]

Hey, so I’ve been noticing that there’s a lot of variation in how much detail people include in image descriptions. Do any visually impaired people (or anyone who uses screen readers or has a hard time with images) have a preference for that sort of thing? How long is too long? Is there a level of detail that’s unnecessary?

For example, if someone wrote this description:

“a picture of a house.”

is that better than

“a picture of a beige stucco house. The sky is light blue and has a few clouds. Hanging above the door is a pride flag.”

and is that better than

“a picture of a house with a progress pride flag hanging above the door.”

or does it depend on context? Like, should we mention the most important or most relevant details (such as the pride flag in the above example) and leave out other stuff (such as the color of the sky)? Does specificity matter in terms of, say, what species an animal is, or how many windows a house has?

[biohazzy]

is there a visual impairment pride flag

[themouthking]

I wanna share this bc it’s very cool. I’m at work otherwise I’d just type the text above again for visually impaired folks but one of my favorite Mexican artists is donating to the NAACP with proceeds from this painting of the POC pride flag, both the auction of the original, and the proceeds of prints. He also has other amazing art if you want to support an amazing artist.

Check it out on Etsy here.

[crazy-acey-hate-blog]

I would like to state that in regards to the last screenshots of the mogai pride flag from user plurgai, I have a visual impairment and frequent headache/migraines as a result and to read that style and color of text that was used on the DNI on the black background of dark mode would have induced long last physical pain for me. As in, I was physically unable to properly see the text in question.

Unfortunately plurgai has also blocked me so I could not give them a proper response to their reblog. I’m not making this statement to make any feel bad or guilty, that’s truly not my intention, had I been able to read the text I would likely have not screenshotted to save myself any unnecessary trouble.