My tea's gone cold.
Hey! It's kinda messed up you being thinner n drawing fat fetish and stuffing art. As an actual fat person it's a bit.. uncomfortable?
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goddamnitriot:

squidbiscuit:

thunderhumper:

squidbiscuit:

Uh oh guys. I just found out we’re not allowed to draw outside of our body types.

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Little of what I do is actually sexualized in anyway……..If you see someone just drawing outside of their body type, you assume they must see it ONLY in a sexual light? Or that the sexual element in it is ONLY based on them being bigger?
Yes, I draw fetish art, yes I am a very thin person. I am sorry you are uncomfortable…………But according to this I am only allowed to draw people who are my weight or smaller in order to make you feel comfortable….and I’m not gonna do that….Because for every 1 ignorant comment like this, I have 100 people confiding in me that they feel better about their bodies because I show it in a positive light.

and stuffing is a completely different kind of dealio………Like…stuffing and weight based things are ENTIRELY separate kinks. Stuffing has completely different appeals and focal points and actually tends to focus more on the feelings and behavior of the person involved and less on their body (in what I present anyways)…………..So…it doesn’t matter what your body type is for that one.

Uh. No sorry. Your art is cute but you’re a thin person you’re not allowed to decide what is and isn’t ok over a fat person in this regard lol.

You draw a lot of stuff really focusing on bellies and I’ve noticed it too. As fat people you are either demonised or objectified for your body type. One or the other. So this kinda thing really ain’t a skinny persons business to draw?

Idk. Don’t speak over fat people please. Not when it comes to fat representation.

Holy shit……………..So according to you………No fat person is EVER shown as just a person when a thin person draws them?
So….You literally think that you are not allowed to be thin and draw someone who is fat because a thin person can ONLY see them a sexual object or something that is demonized.

I don’t think I spoke over anyone………………….But you sure as hell are……and it’s kinda showing more about what YOU see larger people represented as in art.

I’m sorry anon but squid could have three heads and still draw stuffing and fat fetish art because squid is not demonizing anything. Its a fetish squid has and they are not hurting anyone with it, not even representation. Because its fetish art done for a niche community.
Disclaimer I’m rly fuckin fat and I do the same thing

babyprude:

jotenheimr:

blackrabbit94:

The power of Cosplay

wow

I AM CONVINCED THAT SHE JUST GOT JOHNNY DEPP TO STAND IN HER BATHROOM AND TAKE THIS SELFIE BECAUSE I DO NOT UNDERSTAND OKAY I DO NOT UNDERSTAND

babyprude:

jotenheimr:

blackrabbit94:

The power of Cosplay

wow

I AM CONVINCED THAT SHE JUST GOT JOHNNY DEPP TO STAND IN HER BATHROOM AND TAKE THIS SELFIE BECAUSE I DO NOT UNDERSTAND OKAY I DO NOT UNDERSTAND

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troybakerrr:

You have a dinner date for seven. What time do you arrive?

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Seven. Am. Case the restaurant. Run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not I gotta kill him. Dispose of the body. Replace him with my own guy no later than 4:30.

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readingaroundthemovies:

fartgallery:

i need to date a girl with the initials AG so we can carve SW+AG on benches

Those r my mums initials…,

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From any TF2 character.

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australianpikachu:

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congalineofdurin:

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eisforedna:

On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

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Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

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Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

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That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

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ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

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May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

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Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

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Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

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YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

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Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

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For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

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But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

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She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

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So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

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Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 

Jeanie 

Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

Twitter: @EisforEdna 

This made me cry

SIGNAL BOOST

STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST

fulllblownrose:

It’s too hot *opens window* in comes 20 flies, 8 spiders, 17 daddy long legs, 50 moths, 3 dragons and 12 Jehovah’s witnesses.

adiostoreadumb:

The most fantastic thing just happened

let me get this straight

gingerhaze:

leighway:

at one time, the HPDH2 script had draco walking across the courtyard to his parents

until he saw that harry was alive

at which point he shouted

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and ran back

across the courtyard

away from his parents

to harry

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lwamfhmartiboxdotty9:

There’s a time and place for everything.

lwamfhmartiboxdotty9:

There’s a time and place for everything.

batmanisagatewaydrug:

Now that’s what I call justice