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seaweedstarshine · 2 days
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[just after having helped River make a getaway from a heist of an astatine lace shawl — the rarest substance in the universe — without her even needing to ask beyond a simple “hello sweetie” scrawl in the sky] [Eleventh Doctor] “I can see its worth — but Alice is right! What’s so special about a lace shawl?” [River] “Ah, well, lace, you see, is the traditional gift for a thirteenth wedding anniversary…” [Eleventh Doctor] “Wedding anniversary? Whose wedding anniversary?” [River] “Spoilers…!” *winks* [Thirteenth Doctor, reminiscing] “I love River.”
HAPPY THIRTEENTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TO THE DOCTOR AND RIVER SONG!
Sources: Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: The Lady in the Lake, The Day of the Moon, Doctor Who Magazine Special Edition #33, The Wedding of River Song, The Big Bang, The Angels Take Manhattan, The Many Lives of Doctor Who: Without a Paddle, The Time of the Doctor, Forest of the Dead, Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: The Wife of River Song, Eleventh Doctor Year Two: Physician Heal Thyself, A Good Man Goes to War, Eleventh Doctor Chronicles: Broken Hearts, The Husbands of River Song, Doctor Who Confidential: When Time Froze
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flowercrowncrip · 8 months
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Wheelchair users use the word “walk” all the time when talking about how we get around! For a lot of people it feels like a natural part of speech and gets the point across fine. And I can’t believe I have to say this but it’s absolutely never ever ever an invitation to accuse (jokingly or not) someone of faking being disabled.
Context means that the following sentences all make sense about me:
I can’t walk, I can’t even weight bare.
I love going for walks!
The shops are in walking distance from my flat
I walk home from the station instead of calling a taxi!
All the wheelchair users I know will casually describe walking (or running) places in their chairs, and I’ve only met a couple of people who will regularly say “push” or “roll” or “drive” and usually only when making a point about using a chair.
And whatever you do don’t be like the smart arse station employee who “jokingly” said I must be like a TV character who famously pretends to be disabled because I said the station I was going to wasn’t far from my flat so I just walk home instead of getting a taxi.
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thecorvidforest · 6 months
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just a reminder that insulting the way people speak because it’s “weird” (i.e. too fast, too slow, too monotone, too animated, slurred, etc) is ableist. many of us with intellectual disabilities, developmental disorders, autism, traumatic brain injuries, physical disabilities, and other conditions speak “weird” because of our conditions.
i see posts all the time like “POV you’re talking to that person who talks like they’re in an anime” or “people who speak monotone are so creepy, they’re like robots” or “people who slur their speech gross me out”. it’s ableist and dehumanizing. insulting the way “certain people” speak may seem harmless on the surface but under the surface those “certain people” are almost always disabled, and these traits are just traits of our disabilities.
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evilwriter37 · 3 months
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Society when neurotypicals find an interest: That’s amazing! Keep at it! Have fun!
Society when autistic people find an interest: No, stop that. You’re too obsessed. Do something else, you freak.
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askcometcare · 2 months
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All survivors are available for questions.
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hussyknee · 7 months
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PSA: Please for the love of God stop using the word "cretin". It's a slur for people born with congenital hypothyroidism (CHT, that used to be called cretinism) that causes physical and intellectual disability.
I think it's unrealistic to expect a blanket moratorium on insults about intelligence, but words like "mong/mongoloid" (anti-Asian slur later applied to people with Down Syndrome), "spaz", "downie", "midget" and "cretin" refer to people born with specific developmental disorders. If you care enough not to use the "r–word", please steer clear of these as well.
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gaymurdersalad · 4 months
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David, why do you let him treat you like that?! He’s horrible!
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>… You— You all…
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>… You all… Don’t know what the FUCK you’re talking about.
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>What in your deluded, goddamned minds thinks ANY of this is okay to say to me— you superficial, you fake plastic bloodsuckers— I thought you cared about me! I thought you were fucking different, I thought you fucking liked me! I thought— Stupid fucking me, right? Thinking with my fuck-rotting brain like I have the goddamn right, yeah, serves me— I thought you would be nice to me!
>Nothing fucking nice lasts, does it? Henry tosses me out like garbage, like I fuckin’ meant nothing to him— and I bet I didn’t, I bet I shoulda blown my motherfuckin’ brains out for him, fuck, maybe then he’d actually like my sorry ass— Now you! You stupid lot, with your stupid fucking glasses and your self righteousness?! Comin’ into MY house and telling me who I should fuckin’ trust, meanwhile you hide behind those shitty shades and chastise ME for being a coward! Fuck you! Fuck the lot of you! Do me one favor— oh, if I may ask, given my obvious un-superiority!— and go fuck off to whatever world you came from and make whoever the hell is miserable enough to have you deal with this bullshit.
>Fuck, you all know I’m grown, right? You know I’m an adult who makes his own goddamn choices? Do you— no, of course you do! You think I’m some shit-for-brains autistic kid who can’t make a goddamn decision for himself, you think— think that Jack here is taking advantage of the slow kid, huh? You think I didn’t make this choice? You think if I actually knew he hated me, I wouldn’t fuck off and paint my brains all over the walls of whatever fucking alleyway I’d find myself in, boozin’ and bingin’, because really, what would be the fucking point of life anymore— no! No! I know what the fuck I’m doing! You think you know better than me?! You’re fucking pathetic! You are a goddamn disease on me!
>Get out— Get the FUCK out of our house, you goddamned pests, you blood-sucking leeches! Don’t you EVER show those fuckin’ mugs around here again, you hear me? Next time you ever dare LOOK at me or Jack, I will reach down into yer gullet and peel your supposed-organs out one by one, every rip and tear being slow and worth it. I’ll make you and all your shitty friends WATCH, GOD-DAMMIT!
>NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!
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>… Leave the way you came in…
>… Askers.
[ THE GAYMURDERDAVID EVENT CONCLUDES.
DAVID IS NO LONGER OPEN FOR ASKS. ]
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wiisagi-maiingan · 11 months
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That post was not about shaming people for not volunteering at their local food banks or anything like that, it was about how the internet and the constant global news feed flood people with misery and guilt over every single tragedy in the world that we have no power over and we end up so overwhelmed with helplessness that we aren't able to see the point in doing "small" things because they feel so insignificant compared to massive tragedies happening on the other side of the world.
What does joining an urban gardening group mean in the face of Russia's invasion of Ukraine? Why volunteer to pick up litter when you're just going to get called an heartless psychopath by an anon on tumblr for not posting enough about the genocide of Uyghur people in China?
This isn't a new or sudden issue, it's been building steadily since people started having constant and immediate access to global news. We're scared and we're tired of being scared. There's so much going on all the time in every direction that it just feels so much easier to just curl up and cry than try to care about everything or come off as evil for not caring about everything.
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defectivegembrain · 6 months
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Actually it's weird the Dean just occasionally has these weird kinda out of character moments where he's suddenly, briefly and inexplicably mean and ableist to Abed? Like the "shape of your brain" thing, the walking away calling him a psycho, the "he's the most human of you and that's ironic" thing (idk if that was quite the wording and I don't want to check)? And like if this was a consistent trait I'd just hate him, but it's always like where did that even come from why did someone think that was a good line to write?
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psychoticallytrans · 3 days
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It's amazing, the things that people will say to you to be nice when you're disabled. That you will never get anywhere in life, and that anyone who told you otherwise is lying to you. That people like you have never done anything other than lie down and die, and that your death will be a relief to those around you. That nobody like you should exist, and that it is a moral good to make sure that they don't. That your birth was the worst act of abuse that ever has or will happen to you, and that you should have been taken from your parents for it. That if you ever have biological children, that you have committed an act of child abuse by choosing to do so, and that they should be taken from you and made to behave as abled as possible. That any money spent on making sure that you stay alive is charity and pity at best, and probably a waste that could have gone to something far more useful than you. That you are disgusting, that anyone who tells you that they find you attractive is pitying you, that you will never be loved as anything other than some piteous thing to be taken care of. That you are a worthless, unloveable waste.
Oh, and that they are the nicest people you will ever meet for being considerate enough to tell you.
What nice people. Just imagine if they weren't.
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Change your brain to stop reaching for ableist language to describe your world
D*mb, st*pid, cr*zy, ins*ne, and many many more ableist words and phrases still dot our daily conversation landscape. This Disability Pride Month, show you’re listening by doing the work to use language that doesn’t perpetuate ableist culture.
This is a non-exhaustive curated list of terms and suggestions for replacing them in your vocabulary, as well as accompanying notes.
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whumpshaped · 4 months
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anon asked:
your recent ghost whumper drabble was AMAZING that is such a cool concept! can we get a part two? maybe whumpee is in a scenario where they’re about to die or get murdered by someone and whumper saves them? maybe comfort afterwards? :D
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uhhh idk abt comfort but... here !
tw alcohol, drugs, addiction whump, paranormal, death, murder, possession, some pretty bad derogatory language, ableist language, addiction shaming, emeto, knives, threat of death
Whumpee was stumbling around in the city by themself — almost by themself, never truly by themself, — when that weirdo spotted them. He sauntered up to them and asked for a cigarette, and Whumper told them not to give him any. They were feeling rebellious that night. They tried to reach into their pocket, only to be stopped by and get growled at by the ghost sharing their body.
It just spurred them on, in all honesty. They didn’t even like how the stranger approached them, didn’t even like the way he looked at them, but what they disliked even more was being constantly bossed around by someone who didn’t even have a body of his own.
“Would you fucking stop?” they snapped, trying to get their hand free from Whumper’s invisible grasp. The stranger gave them a weird look.
“What?” he asked with a stupid little chuckle. He was clearly trying to laugh it off and act casual, but Whumpee didn’t need that, they didn’t need to be reassured that they were normal. They weren’t, and they also weren’t even talking to him.
I told you not to give him anything. Are you going to argue with me in the middle of the street?
“I’ll give everyone what I damn well please!” they went on. The stranger threw his hands up.
“Whoa, yeah, of course. If you didn’t want to give–”
“Shut the fuck up!” 
He thinks you’re crazy.
“I don’t care!” Whumpee couldn’t stop screaming at the stupid thing. He was being so insufferable, so controlling, so power-hungry– It was impossible to bear. Plus, it wasn’t like they hadn’t gotten used to the disgusted and confused looks from others whenever they walked around in the city like a zombie, drunk, high, dead-eyed, and possessed. They didn’t care what this random man thought.
“Okay, chill out!” the guy finally yelled back. “What the fuck? What kind of fucking crazy junkie are you? Keep your dumb ass cigs, I don’t want whatever’s in them!”
Now he got Whumpee’s attention. “Oh, you’re this easily deterred? You don’t want free cigs off a crazy, possessed junkie? Fucking coward.”
Whumpee was way too full of alcohol to react adequately when the guy raised his arm. They were punched hard, almost knocking them off balance. The stranger pushed them against the wall of the nearest building by the collar of their shirt, his other hand quickly producing a knife from his pocket. “I thought I might have some fun with you once I got that fucking cigarette, but now that I’m looking at you a bit closer, I wouldn’t touch your dirty, disease-riddled ass with a bargepole. But I might put something else in you if you don’t shut the fuck up.” 
All this over a cigarette?
Whumpee’s breath hitched when the blade of the knife was pushed against their throat. The danger was finally grave enough that they decided they should focus on that instead of the voice in their head, but… Maybe they should push more. Maybe they should let this man kill them, just to spite Whumper. 
It all happened so quickly. Whumpee made a split second decision to spit in the stranger’s face, he began to scream at them, they felt a sharp pain in their neck– then everything went black. It felt like they were cradled so close to someone’s chest that there was no light reaching them. Like the arms enveloping them were blocking out the rest of the world, all sight and sound, all sensation apart from being held tight. 
They nestled into the hug despite how cold it felt. They were scared. Wherever they were, however freezing and pitch black it was, they didn’t feel the pounding headache and they weren’t being shouted at. They weren’t nauseous, they weren’t bleeding from the throat, they weren’t in constant danger. It was quiet, they were held, and they could finally admit to themself that they were terrified.
When their consciousness was returned to their body, it felt like it was done bit by bit, almost dribbling back into their nerves and muscles like a thick syrup. The aches came back first; their head, their neck, their back, their arms and legs… Then came the light, the sounds, the sensation of the rain beating down on them. It hadn’t been raining when they last saw the outside world. Their socks were soaked inside their shoes, their shirt stuck to their body, their arms… their arms were covered in something that didn’t look like water.
It looked like blood. Blood and dirt. 
When their eyes focused a little better, and they were able to look past the palms of their hands, they saw disturbed soil with pieces of fabric sticking out from under it. It looked like someone was under there, under a thin layer of dirt that barely did anything to cover them. It looked like someone had hastily dug a shallow grave with nothing but their bare hands. 
Whumpee turned their hands over. There was dirt stuck beneath their nails, and plenty of small scratches from whatever their skin must’ve caught on as they were digging.
Let’s go home.
They turned to the side and retched, so forcefully that their nose started bleeding. They spotted the stranger’s knife not far from where they were kneeling on the ground, the blade covered in a layer of blood thick enough to survive the rain. “What did you do?” they rasped. “What did you make me do?”
You got yourself into some trouble. I got you out of it.
“You killed him. You killed him. I killed him.”
Did I not tell you not to give him a cigarette?
Whumpee’s vision was swimming. They didn’t think they would be able to stand up on their own and go home. They had to go to the police. Maybe they could plead insanity.
You’ll feel better after a hot shower.
They stood up against their will, supported by forces beyond the mortal plane. They began walking in the direction of their apartment, no matter how much they tried to change course and go anywhere else. Anywhere with other people. Someone who could see them and call emergency services.
I’ll take care of you.
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pinkandpurple360 · 5 months
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Don’t go after anybody please
But I swear to hell stolitz shippers are watching a completely different show. Twitter is unbearable.
And they fucking hate the protagonist for the most insane reasons (not wanting to date someone who’s exploiting him??) He’s been forcing himself on Blitz all season and only in Ozzies is he suddenly wanting more and Blitzø is just supposed to reciprocate or else he’s a bad guy ???
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Nasty, nasty point of view.
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neuroticboyfriend · 1 year
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gentle reminder that gaslighting isn't always an abuser blatantly calling you crazy. they may lecture you about how you're misinterpreting something. they may say something very serious is no big deal. they may get passive aggressive and leave you feeling irrational. or they may get furious at you for being overdramatic without ever directly calling you that.
gaslighting is a form of manipulation, and manipulation is most effective when the victim doesn't even notice it's happening. "you're just insane" is a lot more obvious than "i don't remember that happening, are you sure it wasn't just a bad dream?" and whether it's over or covert, both are horrible. both are dangerous. both are abusive, and oftentimes neglectful.
be careful out there, and know you know yourself best. you are the expert on you - your mind, your body, your life. no one can change that. not even the people who wield so much power over us.
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fictionkinfessions · 3 days
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i genuinely wish being kin were being more normal. i wish i didn't have to hold my tongue when friends i cherish to a significant degree start mocking kin people for the crime of being Maybe A Little Annoying About It, and that i didn't have to repeatedly see people in general (even in real life!) act like being kin is something akin (...pun not intended) to just being really into a shitty band in middle school. like it's all just a phase and that we're all being ridiculous for believing in something like that.
who gives a fuck if it's a phase? what real, tangible harm comes from somebody thinking they used to be an anime or video game or whatever character in their past life for a few years before realizing that it isn't something they really believe in anymore? that you think it's embarrassing?? it's not even your life, why do you care so much???
i really wish nonkin people stopped treating kin people like a fucking joke. i'm not your shitty punchline, i'm a regular person just like you who happens to perceive myself in a different way than you perceive yourself, and you're a fucking bully who acts like it's ok to make fun of a group of people just because you think they're a bunch of freaks.
grow the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone.
x
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slugass · 19 days
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“murderous psyc o” because just saying “murderer” wouldn’t be insulting to mentally ill people and we GOTTA stigmatize those already heavily stigmatized mentally ill people, right? /sarcasm
why are people still saying shit like this to this day. just say “murderer” ffs.
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