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Put it in the Louvre

A line drawing of a woman driving a tent peg through the head of a sleeping man. The caption at the top says “I’m into pegging 💕”

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕

Based on a painting of Yael by Artemisia Gentileschi

idk if you’ll see this but pls help and share if you can. i’m disabled and unable to work except crafts that never sell. whether it’s lucozades or cat litter or food giftcards, anything helps because we can’t afford it. please share or grab something if you can ❤️‍🩹 thank you sm im sorry for asking

Anyone who thinks the future shouldn't have disabled people in it can FUCK OFF. Only one way to stop that, dickhead, and that's killing us after we're born, or after we become disabled at a later age. Also, we're great? Like, we're awesome people, we deserve to exist, even in space?

Digital drawing of a stylized orchid mantis holding a green candy heart that says “BITE U”.

happy valentines day to the lovers and the biters 💗

A glossy black Raven stands on a stump, heavy bill and shaggy throat feathers visible against a muted background. Text reads: “Emotionally devastating. You’re not ready to talk about it.”

The rebuttal to this is that Star Trek is not a show about how the future could be but how the present should be. To eradicate disability, rather than accept and accommodate it, is a eugenicist ideal.

welcome to bluesky, scientists!

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Sending all the love. And also any pointy objects you might need to launch at a doctor or two.

I'm enjoying my health trauma telling me "sure, they said the endo might mean a colostomy, but what if it's worse? What if they just say they won't do anything, and leave you like this... forever?"

After this picture, she licked my knuckles, then climbed further up my body to lick my face. I love her so much.

A broken chocolate brown Dutch rabbit climbs a reclining human wearing a rust coloured corduroy dress, black leggings, and pink Hazbin Hotel Angel Dust socks. Their hand is visible petting the rabbit, and is white, with a bracelet in copper, silver and gold beads on their wrist. The rabbit looks alert and excited to be on her human.

It's not the next great English novel. It's not a world changing drug. It's not even getting out and campaigning for these situations to be made illegal.

But it's one fewer rabbit trapped in fear and pain, without vet care or help, without knowledge or love. For her, that's enough.

Sometimes I feel like my promise and potential and chance to do something worthwhile was stolen from me by mental and physical illness.

And then I think of the animals I've helped overcome trauma, become confident, learn to trust. Those I've saved, those I've been there for when no one else was.

A broken chocolate brown Dutch rabbit (meaning brown and white in thick stripes, with one white foot as the white stripe across her front half isn't complete) sits calmly amidst the devastation she hath wrought upon her enclosure. Hay and oats strewn across the grey fluffy vet bed she sits on. She looks utterly pleased with herself.

MeatMeat is almost all healed from her spay (and removal of three massive uterine tumours), and requires oats with her nightly rheumocam. She then sits like this for head pets while giving happy teeth crunches, and when I stop she tilts her chin up so I can kiss her head.

She's a very good girl.

In my experience, talent is a *detriment* to learning.

I didn't have to practice early on so I *didn't know how*. I didn't start to learn how to practice until my 30s! (When much of my life was taken up with parenting, so I didn't have time!)

I didn't start to improve as a musician until my 40s!

Having a big chat with my mum about how we can get along better. It's going really well, actually, and I'm having - gasp - a nice time?

one of the greatest human triumphs of my lifetime is the relentless, unceasing, heroic effort by DECADES' worth of doctors and scientists to find a cure for a disease much of the world didn't take seriously for years because it predominantly affected a community they thought kinda deserved it

Humans do enough shit to wipe out snakes and demonise them, the last thing they need is us dragging them into the shit we do to each other.

(I mean they could have inserted venomous snakes in as photo manips, not that anyone needed to hold a venomous snake and put themselves in danger.)

They also didn't use venomous snakes, either. So there's some poor milk snakes and ball pythons and possibly a boa in these pictures, just chilling, just having a nice time, and these terrified looking women who are obviously meant to be looking abused, and it's like... The snake is no part of that!

5. Neither snake has ever had any interest in what I was wearing for any reason other than if they could go up my sleeve
6. Both snakes are way more into my hair and how pretty it is than any man has ever been

I mean, I'd rather have a snake around my neck at any point... Why use snakes, FFS?

2. The snakes don't whinge about me turning the heating on being a waste of money
3. Only one of the snakes has ever hurt me, and she let go straight away and looked really ashamed she'd mistaken me for food, and has never done it again
4. Both of the snakes are shorter than 6ft (will vary by type)

Utterly baffled by the Enough UK government campaign against domestic abuse using snakes to portray controlling and abusive men.
I've got two snakes, and they differ greatly from my abusive exes in many ways. Here's just a few:
1. The snakes are amenable to being kept in locked boxes at all times

Sophie can be Muttley, who we all know was running that show anyway.

(It's literally just because Robert has guests of varying levels of loudness, and I don't like waking up to It Could Happen Here as I'm less familiar with it. Molly is Soothing Horrors, Robert is Wacky Horrors. Get him a Dick Dastardly hat.)

Just watched the sun come up after waking at 2.30am in the grips of a chronic pain-induced PTSD relapse, and I was wondering when @iwriteok.bsky.social's voice as my "this is calm radio, please turn off the brain and go to sleep to the horrors" had been replaced by @socialistdogmom.bsky.social. Now.

And that's a shame, because firstly, no one should have to live in the shadow of their teenage selves, and secondly, I was enjoying the show until my brain couldn't split the two.

But now it's just surreal and a tag I have to block on Tumblr and an ao3 section I must never venture into.

JK Rowling: hello children
Rowling: i finally know why the ungrateful kidss thesse dayss have been rejecting harry potter
Barker: we all figured that out a long time ago
Poe: clive
Barker: oh i'm sorry edgar
Barker: am i wrong?
Poe:
Poe: no you're not wrong

Fucking love having people ask me "so, you like horror.... what about the Magnus Archives?"

Biggest laughs I get, remembering schoolboy Jon Sims vs what people on tumblr think the character should be. Can't take the damn thing seriously, I just can't.

Rowling: sssee, the kidsss today don't like liberalisssm ergo they don't like harry potter
Barker: hmmm yeah i don't know about that
Barker: pretty sure it's the transphobia
Rowling: NO
Rowling: it'ss becausse of liberalisssm
Barker: is it tho?
Rowling:
Rowling: sshut up

That's not any sort of actionable anything, it's just a slow realisation I'm coming to that's a little more scary than if it were the despairing rage of my usual depressive turns. This is just like feeling your body numb when you're out in the cold, slowly, until it hurts. I'm just so tired.