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Ok so at this point I've had two people roll up to me in manual wheelchairs, well, one of them was somebody pushing somebody who was nonverbal at the time, but it still counts. They asked me why I had zip ties around my tires.

It's winter where I'm living and we have really bad snow. And the snow plow people are really bad at their jobs probably because there aren't snow plow people who clean sidewalks. As a solution I got to thinking about how I could increase the traction on my wheels. And the most redneck thing I could think of was taking a bunch of zip ties and tying them around my wheels. They last surprisingly long, and work surprisingly well. It's basically the same premise as chains for your tires during the winter.

I chose to space them out pretty evenly so there's about one for every spoke. You could probably do more or less depending on how many you want and how much traction you get but I wouldn't go more than three per spoke. I realize that it's a bit later in the winter, and I probably should have made a post about this sooner, but I came up with it about a week ago. So please share this, even if you're not disabled, because there are tons of people I know who are stuck in their houses because they can't get around in the snow. A pack of zip ties costs about $5, which compared to $200 knobby snow tires is a big save, and if you want to invest you could get colored zip ties.

“DID/disordered plurality isn’t just about having silly guys in your brain, it’s about TRAUMA AND SUFFERING”

yeah ok sure. but it can also be about the silly guys. that’s okay too

gem headcanons

got that dawg in her

the 4 genders of minecraft modders

very online queer person behind YOUR favorite mod who will eventually burn out and abandon its development

some kid with an unreadable username and zero online presence maintaining exactly one mod that bears the load of like half of the modded minecraft scene

random dude with an office job as a professional developer who singlehandedly maintains every single mod you've ever heard of

adolf hitler

Please please please please please please please please give us some recommendations on where to find these treasures

The ehlers danlos syndrome person to historical costumer pipeline is or will be a thing and I shall explain why.

At some point one discovers that some sort of supportive structure around your torso feels incredibly comfortable and gives your tired muscles a rest. What’s the coolest and most non obtrusive torso bracing garment? A corset. Believe me when I say that when your torso has the structural integrity of a wet sack of jello, a tightly laced corset makes you feel like a god.

And because historical corsets tend to be more comfortable and are usually made with regular wear in mind, they are the natural choice.

Then you have the shoes. What shoes is someone with unstable ankles supposed to wear, you ask?Lace up boots, for stability. And due to their middle of the heel heel placement, historical lace up boots tend to be way more comfortable than the modern variety.Even the non healed ones, really. Couple that with the fact that Edwardian and Victorian boots are really really pretty…

And after the boots and the corset, it’s a very slippery slope.

Pretty soon you’ll be wondering how to hide your corset under your clothes for when an outer corset is not the vibe, and you’ll be buying yourself a corset cover. Or making one yourself. They’re a great starter project. But that looks weird with a fitted top so cool flowy blouse it is.

Then you realize wearing this with a skirt makes you feel intensely powerful but you don’t want to keep tripping over it so you add petticoats.

And then you realize your neck isn’t so great at holding up your head so you really need to find a hairstyle where your hair sits on top of your head instead of to the sides or to the back so that it’s balanced and you don’t get a neck ache. A high bun it is. Not too tightly, because your scalp is sensitive, but a high bun still works if you bobby-pin it in place.

And then one day, you look in the mirror and you’re dressed like Anne of Green Gables.

And you’ve never looked cooler.

TW: Death, Gore & Body Horror

The strike rings true, screams erupting around the battlefield as her blood pours from her chest and down the sword in her heart, staining her coat red. Pearl's lifeless corpse falls limp off the blade, roars of victory erupting from her enemies as they flee to celebrate.

Cleo turns to BigB and begins to plan, on the back foot now without their warrior. Only Scott pauses to feel, his cold withered oak heart creaking in his chest, orange glowing bright through this shirt. Orange ichor falls from his glowing eyes and he collapses next to her corpse, tears splashing against her bones. Her chest torn open, cold and lifeless heart bare and bisected for all to see. Bile rises in his throat, or it would if his body were anything but cold grey flesh and white bark; The infection denying him the basic grief response. His mind races, wishing he'd done something, wishing he'd taken that blade instead of her.

An idea forms, and he draws his blade, cutting his chest open, the lifeless bark makes no resistance. Cleo and BigB's frantic chatter of battle plans has long since turned to static in his ears, the only sound he hears the rhythmic creaking of his heart in his hand. He cuts into her, pulling her heart from behind her ribs, her blood soaking his hands once more, and suddenly he's back on the hill in double life, standing atop a pile of TNT, staring into her eyes so full of hate and love, lighting the match. He drops the match, it's orange glow illuminating her empty chest cavity as it soaks up her blood, skin turning, no growing grey.

Bark forms and hardens, veins filled with radiant orange. The steady creaking of his heart reverberating through her chest, her eyes flicker open, golden glow shining on Scott's tear stained face. She reaches a cold, lifeless hand to his cheek and wipes his tears as he sobs, wrapping his arms around her with no care for her blood soaking his clothes once again. The steady beating of his, no, their heart fills each other's existence, that cursed string tying together once more, the lifeline forming between them. Slowly, her flesh knits back together, dried out bark growing across the gaping wound.

The words tumble from his bloodstained lips before he can stop them, the words she'd been begging to hear for so long. "I'm so sorry Pearl". She hugs him back, their bones creaking and bark grinding, they couldn't care less. Silently, they vowed to win this or die trying, together.

yiss play bass guitar make sound go ooooo booooooom yissss

Tbh the more “weird” a person is, the more I get confused when they don’t support other “weird” people

Like how can you be a system and alterhuman and objectum and autistic and trans and queer and schizophrenic etc etc but then be anti endo or anti “contradictory” labels

Like

Like dude those are our cousins what are you talking about

You’re weird as fuck why are you complaining about other people being weird in different ways tf

Working on putting together a Quilt based Minecraft mod pack focused around player customization and plural compatability with the wonderful Switchy mod. I'm not sure when it will be done, but I'll probably publish it on Modrinth for everyone to use. So far it's using Tinkerers Quilt by the author of Switchy as a base (It's a wonderful true vanilla+ pack I HIGHLY recommend you try it), with Create + some add-ons, Bewitchment for some magic content, mob captains and some other minor things. I'm open to Any suggestions for mods or additions to the pack, since the goal is to be as accommodating as possible & to give the player as much freedom as I can. -Emi