i dont really get a place in pineapple on pizza discourse bc my issue isnt that i don’t like it but rather that im autistic and have sensory issues so like 90% OF FRUIT (including pineapples) i cant eat without gagging bc Bad Texture Feels Bad. so regardless of how it tastes i just physically cant eat pineapple pizza lmao
My cat had upper respiratory come back, but she should be okay now (It’s literally cat herpes that causes them to sniffle and sneeze). I recognized the symptoms this morning, steamed up the bathroom to try and help her breathe easier, and it worked.
in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?
or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:
only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger.
entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles.
the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.
it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers attracted to the malignant leftover energies from zellers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers.
[The half-elf bard with a criminal background decides to look for marshmallows for their campfire while in a forest. This is our second session.]
DM: Roll for perception.
DM: Well, you definitely find something. Your character stumbles into a field of fluffy white plants and they sure LOOK like marshmallows.
Bard: Can I roll to inspect them?
DM: They’re drugs.
Bard: …. I call my underground contact and ask how much I can sell each plant for.
DM: *rolls* Okay. He says he’ll take them for two gold apiece.
Bard: How many can I sell him?
DM: *rolls a perfect 100* I… he. He’ll take the whole field. Unbelievable.
Bard: I sell him all of them.
DM: This is… in a few days your character will receive 17,000 gold.
Bard, returning to the camp: Guess who just become everybody’s sugar daddy.
what the FUCK on g-ds green earth is this! theres a bun in there. cheese . MEAT. and youre putting it in ice cream youre just chopping it up and putting it in ice cream!! youre going to have ground beef ice cream with cheese and soggy bread. WHY would you do this. i am REPULSED on a level ive never felt before. like oh yum mcicecream! why dont you mix a filet o fish in there while youre at it? theres fucking ketchup on there too. i can never go back to a state of not having seen this video and i mourn that. im going to be thinking on this video on my deathbed. my last words are going to be “hamburger ice cream” what the fuck
Ableism almost killed Stephen Hawking in the 80′s.
This is a casual reminder that Stephen Hawking was almost allowed to die due to ableism.
Stephen got so sick because the advance of his ALS made his larynx weak and it wasn’t doing the job of keeping spit and food out of his lungs when he swallowed.
In the 80′s, he contracted aspiration pneumonia while at CERN. He got rushed to a hospital where he was placed in a medically induced coma and breathed via a ventilator. Doctors urged Jane (wife) to pull the plug because “he’s too far gone”.
Think about it: Doctors put Stephen into a position where he couldn’t answer for himself, tried to tell his wife that he was too far gone and tried to tell her she should pull the plug as an act of mercy.
I doubt that would have been said if Stephen wasn’t so visibly disabled by his ALS. It’s funny how people in the medical field tend to be so quick to give up on a patient if they already have a visible disability when they are brought in, but will throw all the medicine and machines they’ve got at somebody who isn’t visibly disabled. I don’t think doctors even realize they have this bias.
Thankfully, Jane stood up to the doctor. She said no, declared that Stephen must live and had him returned to Cambridge. She knew her husband better than the doctors. She saved his life.
Stephen had a tracheostomy done, which prevented him from speaking, and he spent some time on a ventilator while he recovered from the pneumonia. He initially communicated via a letter board by raising his eyebrows when the right letter was chosen. Then he went on to get the computer that gave him his famous voice.
A little aside– Stephen has the option to get a new, more “human” sounding voice, and he refuses because he’s grown quite attached to the “robot” voice he’s so well-known for. He sees that as his voice now and identifies with it. (”Even though it gives me an American accent,” he once joked.)
Later, he had a laryngectomy because his larynx was causing a lot of trouble with swallowing food. Getting rid of it increased his quality of life. As far as I know he’s still swallowing just fine and eats and drinks by mouth with help from his assistants. A video of Stephen talking about the tracheostomy and laryngectomy can be found here. (No surgery images, but he describes medical tests and talks about the problems with eating.)
He communicates nonverbally with his caregivers using just facial gestures. One of them said Stephen can just look at him a certain way and he’ll know whether he’s saying he needs attention or everything’s fine.
I read somewhere that Stephen grinds his teeth to express disapproval.
(Yo, behavior is communication!) He communicates with more than his AAC device, it’s just a matter of learning to read him like his caregivers do.
‘No quality of life,’ the doctors said in the 80′s.
I guess this is ‘no quality of life’.
[Stephen giving lectures at a university.]
[With the cast of The Big Bang Theory.]
[Experiencing zero gravity.]
[Looking sharp at the BAFTA’s!]
[In his office at Cambridge University, doing what he loves– trying to find the real theory of everything.]
Oh yes, his quality of life is just awful, isn’t it?
The only person allowed to determine Stephen Hawking’s quality of life is Stephen Hawking himself. And guess what? His life is great right now!
He almost wasn’t here. Ableism nearly ended his life in the 80′s.
Thankfully, he’s still around to sass people and keep us curious about the universe.
Here’s a documentary where Stephen tells his own story in his own words. CC’s are available for those with hearing or audio processing issues.
* * * WARNING: Video has flashing lights that may upset seizures or migraines. * * * TRIGGERS: Dramatized hospital scenes, food consumption and alcohol consumption.
No one can resist a bomb ass chicken nugget from McDonalds
I took this prompt verrrrrry loosely, but I’d think that Hanzo was never allowed to go near fast food, so his move to America was full of complaints to Mccree’s food choice until he discovered the wonders of msg’s
Now you can catch Hanzo tearing into a crunch wrap at 2am