if someone has a take about the relationship between capitalism and disability that you disagree with, then it is perfectly fine to, well, disagree with it. however, to see a difference in interpretive practice and to decide that this is not someone interpreting things differently than you do and thus reaching a different conclusion, but in fact "misinformation" that they just "didn't realise" was "harmful" and that you need to use your "platform" (lmao) to "educate" (!!?) them out of—thus presenting what comes down to a different interpretive model than your's as something objectively incorrect, while you are objectively correct—well, it is extremely obnoxious and condescending.
especially since it's clear that this person is not well-informed enough about the social model of disability to know what it is, much less to effectively argue against it
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Finished up the Animation and Model of Maya KSBD! Voice line is still Eileen the Crow from Bloodborne. Done in Blender 3d - made the model from scratch!
The remake reboot prequel sequel industrial complex is killing me but the good thing is I don't have to watch any of that. I can just think "that sounds boring or otherwise doesn't interest me in any way" and do something other than watch it
I feel like no tags or morning visibility reblogs is being good at this site. Nearly everyone whose username or icon I recognize from viral posts (and the people who have 5 million strangers trying to pick fights with them at all times because they're "popular") have absolutely no tags for anything other than extra nonsense that didn't go in the posts. And occasionally content warnings
tumblr's collective personality sometimes feels like a morality challenge from a saccharine and severely defanged 19th-century fairy tale retelling where the Good Daughter meanders into the woods and says "dopamine go brrr" and the cheerful woodsprites laugh like bells and whisper "posts that have 10K notes To Me" and "investing at 5 notes" and bless her such that pure clout will fall from her lips whene'er she speaks so then the Wicked Daughter storms into the woods with a perfectly curated queue with three guilt-trip calls to action per post and a lengthy diatribe prepared on why likes without reblogs are tantamount to spitting in her hair and the cheerful woodsprites impassively scroll past and then six hours later vaguepost about how much they dislike seeing a specific take that doesn't name any names but sounds suspiciously like her so the Wicked Daughter anonymously hits up their askbox to complain and for this she is cursed to be screenshotted and mocked in untagged anonymity for all eternity and also spit frogs or something
know the difference!
im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.
When you yell at me, this is who you are yelling at
I may or not be printing this on a shirt btw 👀
looks at you