scarygodmother:

curliestofcrowns:

bloodbending:

can’t believe tiktok is actually getting banned, twitter is infested with bots and brainworm-infested musk bots, facebook is king of QAnon, instagram caught the plague from facebook and is dying a slow death in real time… and as the dust settles… only Miss Tumblr is left standing… failing upwards once again

where’s that speed skating gif

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I got catcalled today

justnoodlefishthings:

followthebluebell:

So I get home, right?  My phone goes off and the caller id shows it’s my manager.  I’m not… entirely happy about this (see: “I literally just got home”).  I answer anyway, and there’s some weird static?   I can’t get my manager to answer me and I start to worry.


I text her instead.


Her cat was fucking sitting on her phone and butt-dialed me.  The ‘static’ I heard was him purring.


the only kind of catcalling that’s acceptable, quite frankly.

the title made me so angry at first

yobaba:

robotsandfrippary:

fumblingcuriosities:

silenceofthecam:

xtremecaffeine:

swamp-spirit:

thatscorpionbitch:

Like, 90% of infomercial style products were designed by/for disabled people, but you wouldn’t know that, because there is no viable market for them. THey have to be marketted and sold to abled people just so that any money can be made of off them and so the people who actually need them will have access.

I think snuggies are the one example almost everyone knows. They were invented for wheelchair users (Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a coat on and off of someone in a wheelchair? Cause it’s PRETTY FUCKIN HARD.) But now everyone just acts like they’re some ~quirky, white people thing~ and not A PRODUCT DESIGNED TO MAKE PEOPLES DAY TO DAY LIVES 10000X EASIER.

But if at any point you were to take your head out of your own ass and go “Hey, who would a product like this benefit,” that would be really cool.

This makes informational make so much sense now.

Like… of course there’s no reason for that guy to knock over that bowl of chips. However, the person it was actually designed for has constant hand tremors that would make this pretty rad, but since we don’t want to show that in a commercial, here’s an able bodied guy who can’t remember how gravity works.

Shit. Those commercials suddenly get a lot less funny when you realize it’s pretty much just people ineptly trying to mimic disability.

Or like the thing for the eggs? Like, oh, it cracks eggs perfectly, you only need one hand?

IT WAS DESIGNED FOR PEOPLE WHO ONLY HAVE THE USE OF ONE HAND.

Or the juice bottle pourer? For people who’re TOO LAZY TO POUR THEIR OWN JUICE? Or FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE DIFFICULTY BEARING WEIGHT IN THE HANDS.

It’s amazing how with just a few words by a few people, my whole perspective on something can shift entirely. 

I feel so ignorant for never having realized this before.

Most people I know who own infomercial products are elderly, disabled and poor. 

thank you - best public service announcement I have seen in a really long time

miixx33:

scrubnado:

ramblingandpie:

httpquotescum:

beka-tiddalik:

rosebadwolf1000:

noodle-boyy:

saveachocobo-rideaprompto:

pluto-suxk:

bpd-darling:

smallblueangel:

brosefvondudehomie:

egalitarian-nature-blog:

bpd-darling:

me (cleaning up): holds knife

intrusive thoughts: what if-

me: ok edgelord we get it what if i slit my wrists right now can we please just focus

Additionally;
me: *waiting for the subway*
intrusive thoughts: what if you jumped
me: it would cause a four hour delay while they pick your body parts out of the rails you fucking prick, can we please for once get on public transit without going through this

Also;
Me: *walking along a busy road*
intrusive thoughts: What if you just fell over in front of this truck?
Me: It would back up traffic all fucking night and probably hurt a lot of people you prick.

Gosh. I never have thoughts like this

didnt ask but that sounds nice

Me: *walking down the stairs*
Intrusive Thought: I could throw myself down these flight of stairs and leave more time for everyone else!
Me: Or you end up with a broken wrist and sprain ankle you dickhead keep walking

Me: *driving on a bridge*
Intrusive thoughts: I could just drive straight into that lake and finish it right now.
Me: You asshole, this is a new car. Just fucking keep going like everyone else you prick.

oh my god,^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I needed this

Me: *standing at a lookout* It’s so beautiful here…

Intrusive thoughts: yeah, look at that view, you could just step out into it and you’d probably never feel the impact when you hit the ground 20m below…

Me: Bitch, don’t ruin the view for everyone else. Fucksake.

Me: *doing literally nothing*

Intrusive thoughts: What if-

Me: Can’t you just shut the fuck up and chill for once? God damn

Me: I wonder what my wife wants for dinner?

Intrusive thought: a divorce

Me: Now, Timothy, that’s just uncalled for. You can’t even eat that.

Me:* pouring tea*

Intrusive thoughts: you shoul-

Me: pour the hot tea on myself? God fucking chill out I just want some tea edge lord

Me..