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Additionally, stop saying people are faking their disabilities. The only people it hurts by YOU saying that, are disabled people. Yeah, faking disabilities hurts disabled people, but it really doesn’t help to assume someone is. All it does is make actual disabled people second guess themselves, or feel gaslit.

Unrelated but still relevant:

I get chronic migraines—why? I don’t fucking know, I had tmj that’s now fixed, I’m autistic, and they run in my family. I first saw my neurologist when I was 7, and lemme tell you, it took SO LONG to find any medicine that even mildly helped my migraines. Now, my migraines—like many—are periodic. Exactly what it sounds like: clockwork. My family still has the college ruled notebook, filled to the brim, recording what I ate, drank, what the weather was like, what I did that day, where I went, and the date. I’m still a child—16—and I am quite used to never being taken seriously. That has been the thing stopping my treatment 9 times out of 10. Plenty of adults didn’t take me seriously—I was just trying to get out of class, right? I didn’t seem to be in pain.

That’s because I was used to the pain. I could tolerate it—in my physical therapy, my doctors needed to look at my face to see if I was in pain, because I never said anything (or I rarely said anything).

exactly.

Reblogging this because, while I’m a fucking twig, I am also an afab autistic—who has 8 doctors (13 if you include the specialists/surgeons I don’t see anymore). Knowing how to speak to doctors is so important; I started seeing a neurologist when I was 7 (I get migraines and have multiple ‘risk factors’ for them, so there isn’t really one true cause), so I grew up with peds (pediatricians), as any child would, but my visits to the doctor were far more frequent than most.

Pro tip I can give for pm anyone: look. Up. Your. Condition. Even if it’s something you think you have (i.e: not diagnosed), look it up, because when you start pulling out terminology that doctors know—so you’re meaning them on their level instead of vis versa—they tend to take you a bit more seriously.

anyway jeff bezos could eradicate homelessness. he could literally give each homeless person 100k and it would only take less than .5% of his entire wealth. what the actual god giving fuck

Pro tip: if you don’t know what it’s for, it’s (probably) for disabled people. Respectfully, shut up and think for more than a millisecond before you call something “lazy” or “unnecessary.” Thank you for expanding on this.

the future is now

Could I request 5 and 19 for Charles and/or Erik? (And could the seat prompt be like, asking to sit on someone’s lap?)

ERIK LEHNSHERR X READER

prompts: “when are you going to quit with the pick-up lines and ask me on a date” and “is this seat free?”

warnings: bad pick up lines and unedited (not actual warnings just be prepared)

-

your relationship with erik was weird.

it was more than known to people that he was an isolated person who didn’t trust easy. even when he met his own son, he was the exact same.

but he never seemed to have that need to be on edge with you. it was always like he had no worries in the world.

not like he would ever admit it, though.

-

“are you a keyboard? because you’re my type.”

erik laughed as you sat down next to him, “you never quit do you?”

“never. also, are you a pack of cards?”

“…no?”

“oh because i’ve pulled out my king.”

“for fucks sa-“

-

and it kept going.

you loved seeing the way he would get ‘aggravated’ at every one of your dumb pick up lines.

“knock knock.”

erik sighed, setting down his book and putting his head in his hands, “who’s there?” he mumbled into his hands.

“when where.”

“when where who?”

“tomorrow, wherever the fuck you want, me and you.”

“the doors over there.” he lifted his head up to point over to the door, making you laugh.

-

it was friday night and charles had arranged a small party for the mansion.

to be honest, it was more of a gathering. just the mutants having a good time for once in their ‘busy’ lives. because it was so undeniably hard living in such a huge mansion.

your eyes settled on the one and only man you ever wanted to see once you walked through the door.

picking up a free drink from the table, you walked over to erik.

“is this seat free?” you asked, pointing to his lap.

he looked down at where you were pointing and looked back up to your eyes, slightly flustered for the ‘majorly serious’ guy.

“is this another one of your pick up lines?” erik groaned.

“nope.”

he was shocked to say the least, “well, it’s always free for you.”

you smiled, trying to fight the light blush that was making its way to your face.

“in that case.” you sat on his lap (this wasn’t as awkward as it sounded i swear).

erik secured his arms around your waist and pulled you flush to him, “when are you going to quit with the pick up lines and ask me on a date?”

you were completely taken aback, “what-“

“do i need to do everything myself?”

“erik, i-“

“are you free tomorrow?”

you took a breath and laughed lightly when you let it out, happily surprised that your dumb lines had made an influence.

“always…for you…” you copied what he said earlier, making him chuckle hoarsely and meet his lips with yours.

you sank into the kiss and it literally felt like a dream.

a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

-

sorry it’s so late and short i’ve been busy recently 😭

See, my brother is ten years older than me, and I told him “I love you” once, on accident…yeah. We’re not super close—but I knew we had a weird relationship compared to other siblings (plus he’s my hale brother). So, I thought that he hated me, specifically because of all the media I consumed, and how all of the siblings in it just fucking hated each other. This story has no funny end, but, I can say that we’re closer now.

okay, the whole “silly writers, siblings aren’t supposed to actually like each other” thing was always annoying, but it has now morphed into actual real-life people telling me and my actual real-life sibling that our relationship is weird and creepy because we enjoy spending time together and aren’t constantly at each other’s throats, so if we could all collectively stop pretending that siblings are only capable of being cruel to each other, and that any depiction otherwise is unrealistic, that would be great, thanks

I…I read this wrong. I read it with the song “your heart is a muscle, the size of your first, keep on moving, keep on fighting, and hold on, and hold on…hold on for your life.”

your heart is a muscle the size of a rat

The spirit of Diogenes is alive and well

Most obscure I think would be “Diary of an Oxygen Thief,” by anonymous. Not really obscure, but the longest fixation is Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. Love both of these books with all of my heart.

question 2 my followers: what’s the most obscure piece of media you’ve ever developed a fixation with? not obscure as in “at one point had a reasonably thriving fandom that eventually faded” but something you feel you were almost entirely alone in your appreciation for

I love that the internet saw people comparing women and other alienated groups of people and went, “they’re dating,” and, “they support each other.” We’re improving as a society.

We are not products. We do not increase or decrease our value overtime. We’re people.

i think a society failed its youth if they feel old (derogatory) at 20

That’s why I hate the “uwu soft boi, must be protected” thing that cis girls do. Like, no, sweetheart. I’m a man, and im going to steal your rights.

If someone wants to call themselves a “soft boi,” go ahead—call yourself whatever you want, it ain’t gonna bother me. What is going to bother me is the weird de-masculinization that people will do to trans men. Calling us “soft” and “cute” and “innocent” is really annoying and honestly transphobic.

Like, by you doing that, I can tell that “hey, you’ll never see me the same way you would a cis man. You don’t think of me as a ‘whole man’ probably.” Don’t infantilize trans men. Don’t infantilize trans-mascs.

Don’t be a dick.

okay i came from the nail painting post and when you said you’re a trans male i expected you to be an androgynous cutie but you look like a man..

i don’t know what to say. i kinda want you to die in a grenade explosion

SFW PROMT LIST

please specify readers gender when requesting or it’ll be GN <33

i can do the same prompt twice with a different character :)

1. “sure the fireworks are cool, but the sight in front of me is much better.”

2. “well, i heard you singing this song when i walked past your room one day, and everyday since it’s been my favourite song.”

3. “you’re scared of the dark?”

4. “i can’t always think of comebacks.”

5. “when are you going to quit the pick-up lines and ask me on a date?”

6. “who said a bus ride can’t be romantic?”

7. “yoga?”

8. “you left your book in the library so here.”

9. “i’ve been watching you for a while. not in a creepy way or anything i just really like you-“ peter maximoff

10. put together on a project

11. “you’re the most annoying person i’ve ever met in my life.”

12. fake dating/turns to confession and or falling for each other

13. “i hate you so much i think i’m in love with you.”

14. “stuck in this airport too, huh?”

15. “i don’t like heights that much.”

16. reader takes peter to their hometown (please specify what country/town/state/etc you’re in if you want to request this)

17. “i think the train is stuck.”

18. “can i copy your notes?”

19. “is this seat free?”

20. “my pet ran away, can you help me find it?” (if you want it to be the readers pet, please specify what pet you have/want it to be)

21. “come back to bed” peter maximoff

request something here!

i’ll add to these later on <3

Don’t worry guys, Mario is normal now.

Chris Pratt is now the voice of Late Night Tumblr Posts.

I'm sorry.

Cry why don’t you. Weep those NFT tears.

My brain said 'hey let's compare those two interviews in which he's dressed in white' and yeah I'm not able to handle you james mcavoy no matter which version of you we're talking abt

Trading places; Mexico and Greenland swap place in the Mercator Projection.

i like this trait!

two perks i made about me and my bff under the cut

irish setter?

how come everyone knows what an irish setter is but nobody actually KNOWS an irish setter? are irish setters even real?

Prompt: "Do you plan on kissing me, or just staring at my lips like they're your dinner?"

Summary: just the gay mutant road trip. This is mostly a Drabble.

Charles lay sprawled out on the couch, headache buzzing at the back of his mind. Recruitment today was...well, a 'shit show' in no uncertain terms. Charles had been in the city for most of the day, which (for a telepath), meant a killer headache. Once the pain had finally subsided enough to form coherent thought, he'd realized what little food he actually had today, finally noticing the festering hunger by the pit of his stomach. Erik had just entered from the bathroom.

"Erik," Charles beckoned from the couch.

"Yes?" Erik turned to see Charles splayed out on the couch. He wore only a robe—motel issued, of course—and white briefs. Erik put massive amounts of effort into not looking at Charle's dick, which you could vaguely see the outline of.

"I'm hungry."

"And?" Erik raised a brow, now standing in front of Charles.

"Food. I want it." Erik smirked a little at the way Charles was acting. 'Cute' was the word bouncing around in his mind; he would never admit it though. Erik could see the desperation in Charles' eyes, almost a pout. He promptly decided that it was a matter of national importance to annoy the ever-loving shit out of Charles.

"What's the magic word?" Charles shifted to lying on the couch now, head propped up by one hand.

"Erik you're amazing, wonderful, handsome, and I love you?" Charles looked up to see a visibly nervous, startled, bumbling, blushing, Erik.

Okay, maybe it's a matter of local importance?

In reaction, Charles' mouth slightly opened, eyes wide, eyebrows raised for only a fraction of a second. Because, fuck, that's hot, but also, he can't know that.

Still flushed, Erik coughed and said "that will suffice." Erik then grabbed the hotel phone, calling down room service—while also, actively paying no mind to Charles. About a minute later, Charles piped up.

"I can flirt too, you know." Erik raised a brow and snapped to Charles' eyes.

"Yes, I've seen it in action. I often watch it with abject horror."

"You weren't staring at my ass in abject horror," Charles mumbled, breaking eye contact with Erik (who is, once again, a mess).

"No, I was staring at your ass with uncertain lust. Your ass isn't you flirting though, Charles. Your flirting is 'oh, hello attractive person, may I unzip your genes?" This time, Charles went red in the face, and let out a scoff.

"Erik, I purposefully shake my ass in front of you. I bite on the tip of my pen, I walk around half naked more often then normal, I leave the door open when I shower."

"I... I thought that was just you."

"It is, it's me when I'm around you"

Suddenly, a knock on the door breaks the trance both men were looped into. Erik shuffles around to open the door and mumbles a "thanks" to the worker. Charles loses himself in thought and Erik sifts through the food. He brings Charles his lava cake on the couch, where he sits down next to him with his coffee. Erik has to push around Charles' legs to make room. Once settled, Charles just places his legs on top of Erik's—both men sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, facing towards each other. Charles finally begins to dig into his lava cake, making aggressive eye contact with Erik. After a while, he shifts his fork around on the empty plate, still staring at Erik. Charles’ eyes landed on Erik’s lips; a shot of anticipation went up his spine. He’d thought about this many times before, and his thoughts began to spiral, replaying old fantasies. I don’t know where I want his lips first. Maybe we’d make out a bit first, then he’d kiss down my neck. Maybe he’d find that spot right behind my ear. Maybe I’d get to see his lips wrapped around my-

"Charles, are you still hungry?" Both men now sat 'pretzel style' still facing each other, when they got there remains a mystery. Charles now met Erik’s eyes, blood rushing up to his cheeks.

"No, I'm plenty full, why?" Charles leaned in slightly

"Okay, then do you plan on kissing me or just staring at my lips like they're your desert?"

Charles' eyes go dark with lust; his body stills. He nearly throws the plate down, muttering something along the lines of "bastard," and surges forward to meet Erik. Erik's hands frame the sides of Charles' face; Charles' hands grasp the older man's hair. Their noses were touching, breath burning each other's skin, mere inches away from kissing. Charles' eyes frantically searched Erik's, as if attempting to commit the moment to memory.

"Do you always play with your food, Charles?" Erik asked, and Charles could feel the question against his mouth. Charles let out a soft "fuck you" before finally closing the distance. As their lips met, they began to slowly devour one another. Their kiss was surprisingly... non-aggressive; sweet, even. Still full of passion, lust, and desire, but it was clear that neither of them were in a rush. Both men savored their (now) lover's taste. Erik let out a breathy laugh, and Charles did the same. Words left unsaid, declarations of love, and pure adoration were confessed against each other's lips.

Charles tugged against Erik's hair, and Erik groaned. Erik, in retaliation, shifted his hands down to Charles' ass, making him yelp. He lifted Charles closer, placing him atop his own lap. The couple broke apart for air, now panting in to each other's mouths. Erik's hands found Charles' face again, thumbs stroking softly.

“You taste like chocolate," Erik rasped, because honestly, he has no clue what to say. Charles placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Erik's mouth. He responded, in a similar tone, with "you taste like bastard."

Erik laughed, and oh god, that's one of Charles' favorite sounds.

"And, pray tell, what does bastard taste like, Charles?" Oh fuck, he's never said my name like that before.

"It tastes like the idiot who agreed to travel with me." Both men leaned back slightly, now looking into one another's eyes. "Tell me more about this idiot," Erik purred, one hand now roaming across Charles' neck. Charles released Erik's hair, and instead, wrapped his hands around Erik's arms.

"Well, he's stubborn," Charles began, Erik contenting with a mhm. Charles contemplated his next words, before trying again.

"He's stubborn, handsome… probably my best friend, and has these piercing, stormy eyes. He speaks five languages, and I swoon every time he speaks his native tongue. To be fair, I swoon every time he speaks period. His laugh is one of my favorite sounds in the world, and he's the only person I enjoy arguing with. He's a beautiful masterpiece of passion, even though he can't see it. Sometimes it scares me—how honest I am with him. He's very vocal about mutant rights, he's a wonderful addition to my life, and I think I might be a little bit in love with him." Erik's thumb stopped moving, and his body stilled.

"I think that idiot is a little bit in love with you too."

Please send me requests if you have any! I do !x reader’s too, I just haven’t had a good idea for one.

Halloween event

Send me a lyric and a character of your choice I’ll write an x reader or a ship (whichever one you prefer just mention it) piece off of t!!!

It’s multifandom! :)

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Just came back from the Women’s March—(in reaction to the Texas bill, if anyone was wondering).

There were a shit ton of Anti-vaxx protesters there, and a handful of anti-choice asswipes. I have a theory of what will happen as a result:

The crowd that is only anti-vaxx will make us-pro choice-look anti-vaxx to. People who don’t know about the pro-choice movement, will begin to think that “my body my choice” applies to vaccines too.

Watch the video of this man giving away his software for free to help people with degenerative diseases communicate

A little question I thought I’d clear up.

EYO, I GOT SOME QUESTIONS TO ASK YOU

Hello friends,

I’m curious about something—and I love collecting empirical data (maybe it’s the autism/j 🤔). I wanted to do something about it,

So, I have some questions:

1. How many languages do you speak? (You can include ones you’re not fluent in, but please specify)

2. What are they?

Follow up: how many of your friends speak the same language(s)?

3. Where did you grow up (Country, state, province or whatever)?

Follow up: Describe your neighborhood to me, was it nice, bad, expensive, cheap, etc.

4. How financially well off were you as a child?

Follow up: If you feel comfortable sharing, what was the income your parent(s) made?

5. What ethnicity are you?

6. What job do you have now?

Follow up: And if you feel comfortable sharing, how much money do you make? (Also, please add if your pay is salaried or hourly)

Finally, what are some interesting facts about your language?

This is for a little project of my own that I’m doing. I know there are some issues in the school system (I’m an American, what do I expect) and I got curious. I want to see how many factors play in to the amount of languages someone speaks.

Most of the time, education is expensive—at least in the U.S it is (our public school system is shit). Yet, languages seem to be an outlier. The prissy rich white kids that can barely speak English, let alone a lick of Spanish, present an exception to the rule (education is expensive).

Also, a lot of my friends speak more than one language, but the American school system requires them to learn two while *in school*. Also, a lot of them speak languages that aren’t taught at my school— like Tagalog, Hindi, Gujarati, German, Russian, etc.— and I’m wondering if there’s a pattern to it.

Bíodh lá maith agat a chairde agus Que tengan buen día amigos

rose pattern

A+ example of how the media manipulates people for clicks and anger engagement.