naamahdarling:

wetwareproblem:

geekandmisandry:

An autistic friend of mine just said this to me “The harder I work at communication the more people expect from me and the less they are willing to compromise.” and it is the most fucking heartbreaking thing I’ve heard.

This is very much a thing, though – and I’m sure people across the board with other disabilities can verify that it happens to them, too.

People will turn any progress you make toward being “normal” – no matter how straining or difficult it is for you, no matter how little it actually helps you – as either inspiration porn, or proof that you don’t really need accommodations, you just need to “apply yourself! :)))))”

YUP

heads up if you use etsy

dollsonmain:

luckyxiii-bjd:

mintyliciousbjd:

sidneyia:

a couple months ago i re-opened my etsy shop because we’re having money troubles. about 2 weeks ago i sold a $65 item, but today when i went to look at my balance i had negative money. why? because etsy had automatically opted me into their “boosted posts” marketing feature, which costs $1 per day. i had to go find the option and turn it off manually.

etsy is opting people into paid marketing without their permission. if you use the site, make sure you aren’t getting charged.

O___O

I gotta check this! Thank you!

check your settings often!

etsy wtf.

letsgomindthestore:

sjaukes:

johnthedragon:

paulsentertainmentplatform:

so i used something called infinite jukebox to cut out every other beat of this song and

well

here ya go

250 miles

I’m having a fucking stroke

*vaguely scottish noises*

when I whmp, well I nunna be,
wanna be who wakes to you.
when I gwmp, ay I nonna be, 
wanna be who go wih you.

if I *SLAM*, well I nonna be,
wanna be who geks to you.
if I heh, ay I nonna be, 
wanna be who’s into you.

but hwn wive head manna ood wive hun,
must’ve done mcwhaff an’ puff aodood.

when I’m wock, yes I nonna be, 
nunna be who’s wock for you.
an’ na mungeh, well then fuck I do,
I subley plin to you.

an’ I clankahoe I nunna be,
unna be who coal to you.
if I brokhe, well I nonna be,
unna be who’s cold with you.

but wood wive hen manna hood wive hun,
musta dub mcwhaff an’ *bloop* muff aonouds

nahnahnah, dahdahdah,
nahnahnah, dahdahdah,
dladadadadadadadah
nahnah*bloop*nah, dahdahdah
nahnahnah, dahdahdah, 

dladadadadadadadah
(hoh!)

when I’m luh’, well I nunna be, 
onna be who’s without you.
when I’m drmp, well I nunna dream,
unna drink a pint with you.

AAH KWENG! well I nonna be,
‘nna be new good with you.
an’ I cluddag! yes I nonna be, 
‘nna be who cob with you,
gonna avish coooomb wi’ you.

but ood wive hung manna *bloop* ood wive hem
yes the *bloop* dung man whaff an’ luff aonood

dahdahdah, dahdahdah,
nahnahnah, dahdahdah,
dladadadadadadadah (ayy)

dlahdahdah, dahdahdah,
dahnahnah, nahnahnah,
dladadadadadadadah

dahdahdah, dahdahdah,
dahdahdah, dahnahnah,
dladadadadadadadah (eh)

nahnahnah, dahdahdah,
nahnahnah, dahdahdah,
dladadadadadadadah

an’ would wive ben wanna hood wive den,
justa dackh mood hwackh dundwehnhaodoo kohh–

Source: paulsilluminatedpromenade

shorthistorian:

hymnsofheresy:

hymnsofheresy:

hymnsofheresy:

ok the shittiest part about christmastime is the fact people keep skipping over the forth verse of “we three kings” like… we get it. y’all are white protestants who can’t even think about mortality for one single second. 

also people who skip the third verse of “o holy night” are reactionary cowards

ok but these lyrics are so powerful and amazing. im so pissed.

We Three Kings (4):

Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.

O Holy Night (3):

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

Important context on O Holy Night: The English lyrics by John Sullivan Dwight are from 1855, a full decade before the abolition of slavery in the United States. In fact, abolition was still a VERY fringe position. Pro-slavery advocates, meanwhile, were arguing that slavery was God’s gift to white civilization. In that year, six years before the Civil War began, Americans were already shooting each other over whether slavery should expand out in Kansas.

Dwight–unsurprisingly, a Unitarian minister–put the most inflammatory possible political statement of the day into his Christmas carol.