I don’t like the theory that ferris beuller is just cameron’s imagination because it’s so much more fun to believe that there’s a highschool student endowed with trickster god level capabilities & knowledge of the fourth wall who drags his mentally ill best friend around bc he wuvs him
you: *dark theory about how cameron has no friends and the day off events is a form of escapism*
The poem is written in common hymn meter (alternating lines of 8 and 6 syllables, usually iambs), so there are many possible tunes you can use to sing it:
getting one of my friends to housesit and hes like Aw man dude don’t worry just enjoy your vacation and the moment I close the door to get in my taxi he tweets “i love smoking cigarettes indoors”
Strange that it never occured to me. There are times I’ve been so upset that I’ve stamped around while cussing, that I’ve lain flat on the floor and groaned for as long as I had breath, that I’ve ranted my frustration aloud in an unhinged monologue, that I’ve swung my limbs about in a fury. All until I’d vented enough to just … resume my normal life.
And if I’d had not the privacy of my home, I’d either have had to bottle that all up … or open it all up where the public could scrutinize my every move. It really is a privilege to not be constantly on display like that.
[ID: tweet by Lydia Kiesling @ lydiakiesling, “Housed people have the privilege of having their worst moments in private; unhoused people don’t. That gives some people the mistaken impression that the person they see acting belligerent on the street is and will be that person every single moment of their life.”]
Also consider how you must look every time you’re sick for any reason. Everyone gets delirious with fever now and then, everyone gets stomach cramps where they’re doubled over moaning in pain, now imagine how much more often that happens to people with no clean facilities. I can’t count how often I’ve heard or seen someone complain about a homeless “druggie” and the behavior they’re describing is significantly more likely to come from food poisoning than drug withdrawals.
Not that drug addiction isn’t also a medical condition that warrants medical care, but the fact is a large number of people will attribute literally all of an unhoused person’s displays of pain, exhaustion or discomfort up to drugs and alcohol.
we need a fictional wheelchair user who does all the unrealistic bullshit cars and motorcycles do in fiction. i wanna see a wheelchair do the akira slide. i need a high speed chase with a nitro-fuelled wheelchair where the character out-maneuvers cop cars. does anyone understand me
Avatar AU where Aang stays in the iceberg and Katara is mistakenly believed to be the Avatar after she “earthbends” a rock by moving the ice inside it.
Instead of telling the truth and letting everyone down, she and Sokka pull on an elaborate charade and go on a journey to convince the world that the Avatar is back.
Sokka was initially against the idea, thinking it’s crazy, but he got onboard anyway because it’s his little sister and he can’t let her go out into the world alone and put a target on herself.
After they started, he got super into the idea and started crafting an elaborate backstory for her Airbending predecessor, and devising ways for her to fake-bend the other elements.
The Road to Ba Sing Se. I love it.
Bumi agrees to teach her because he is pretty sure she’s a reincarnation of him
Sokka: But… you’re still alive.
Bumi: So is the real Avatar. I think we can bend the rules of reincarnation a bit.
Zuko still gets a redemption arc and switches sides. Only after he joins Team Avatar does he learn that Katara is not, in fact, the avatar. By this point he’s already committed so screw it he’s teaching a waterbender how to fake-firebend now.
That’s very in-character because Aang never wanted to be the Avatar anyway.
Sokka after learning the real Avatar was 20 minutes from his home village the whole time:
She respects Katara a lot more as a fake Avatar than she did when when she thought she was the real one (which is none).
Lots of confusion when Korra pops up and folks are confused as to why water got two Avatars in a row. Which just makes Team Katara giggle.
i understand that this is the “disabled people know our own limitations” website, but ime, if you are the kind of disabled where everyone around you knows about it and has known you as a weak, incompetent, subhuman creature your entire life: it is important to learn how to make the distinction between “i can’t” and “i’m not allowed to.”
“i can’t hold fragile things without breaking them” vs “my housemates won’t let me do dishes anymore.”
“i can’t manage my own finances” vs “my family won’t let me make my own financial decisions”
“i can’t ever learn how to drive” vs “the state has decided that people with my disability cannot be allowed to drive.”
also “what would need to happen for it to be possible for me to be able to do dishes?” or “what would i need if i were to ever move out?” or “what kinds of supports would i need if i did try volunteering?”
even if the answer to these you come away with is “i actually cannot do the thing, no matter what supports or accommodations i’m given” that’s fine! they’re still useful questions to ask!
CHEERS TO GUY WALTON FOR “OUTING” THE FOSSIL FUEL COMPANIES
From the article:
Walton has devised his own criteria for named heatwaves in the US, based on duration and extremity, on a one to five scale similar to hurricanes. Heatwave Chevron is classed as a four and is “historic”, Walton said. The meteorologist said he has a list of 20 oil and gas companies – including Exxon and Shell – for upcoming heatwaves and will turn to coal companies if he runs out of names.
OUTSTANDING MOVE
Y'all know what to do. Use Walton’s naming system. Make it catch on.
[ID: an edited Calvin and Hobbes panel where Calvin sits, smiling, at a lemonade stand with a sign taped to the front of the table. It reads: It’s time to retire that other meme and replace it with this template. Change my mind. Next image is the same meme but the sign reads: Steven Crowder does not deserve a meme format. Change my mind. /end]