Hello I’m just a funny little guy with funny little podcasts about funny little furries and anime! I have tried to not make Pokémon and podcasting my whole personality and I’m sorry if I failed lol
@digimonghostgays is one of those podcasts where I run the tumblr! The others are FwdFwdReZero and The Sonic Shuffle which are on Twitter for now. I am also hauntingthemorg on Twitter!
people who can’t shower/bathe people who can’t shave people who can’t wash their clothes people who need help going to the bathroom people who have nasty habits (biting nails, picking nose, etc) people who can’t brush their teeth people who can’t go to the doctor people who can’t clean their room people who can’t make their beds people who vomit a lot people who wet the bed people who constantly have diarrhea people who’s physical deformities are seen as repulsive
and every other kind of person I missed that deserves to be here too.
you are people, first and foremost. your thoughts deserve to be heard, discussed, acknowledged, no matter what. you are not lesser. you are just another person. you should never be ignored for what you can/can’t do. you deserve care.
to abled people: check yourself. make sure you listen. and you can reblog, just don’t derail. maybe don’t add on, either.
happy July everyone
my favorite part of this post is seeing people in the notes whose hearts have been touched. if you don’t mind, I’d like to share a few.
keep in mind: this is nowhere near everyone. Some responses were too short, some were too long - I heavily advise you to go look in the notes yourself. And I’m sure many people reblogged this with just sorting tags or nothing at all, and that’s wonderful.
I made this post for myself, mostly. while I don’t do everything on the aforementioned list, I do apply to quite a few - but, ultimately, it was for me. I never expected it to boom like this.
And yet, it did. And that is a wonderful, wonderful thing. This post has helped people, even in small ways, something I never imagined. It’s wonderful.
so here, let me add a few more I missed. some taken from notes, some of my own.
people who pee in a bag people who can’t brush their hair people who can’t wash the dishes people with stomas and catheters people who are gassy people who have constipation issues people with chronic hives/red bumpy skin/MRSA people with heavy birthmarks people with bugs in their homes/car/etc people with constant runny/bloody noses people who can’t do certain things from depression people who need help getting out of bed people who eat in bed and have crumbs in there people who can’t clean their sheets people who can’t make their bed people with shower chairs
and even more that I had to have missed. Again, please add on.
So for this July, every one after, and all the months in between, just remember: You are loved. You are not alone. The notes both below and above prove that. I promise I am not lying. You are a wonderful, beautiful person, no matter what you can/can’t do, and no matter what you look like. You deserve to be heard and listened to. Your voice and opinion matters.
(You almost certainly did not come for the gremlin child, but you WILL stay for the gremlin child.)
There are gods, they are cool, but some of them should probably be punched.
Tasty, tasty worldbuilding. Cromch!
Some real nice PDFs and EPUBs. (I put a lot of effort into those.)
So if you want to read about a dark messiah lesbian who Does Not Want To Be A Protagonist Please, a love interest who decides to put her brawling problem to work protecting her, and a thiefy baby fey with many issues, give it a whirl! I have a cat to feed.
the funny thing about being a big blog on here really is the number of people who will follow you for months while having absolutely zero idea about who you are and what you do
That’s a good point random kitty blog. I’d be stunned to find out that you leaked the no fly list or something
everything online is real. there have been decades of cultural mythologizing about the internet that place it in contrast to reality–the internet is framed as immaterial, as ephemeral. the internet is ‘just data’, it’s weightless and abstract. things taking place on the internet are 'just online’, they’re not 'really’ happening. this isn’t true.
of course, there’s the elementary fact that many things that are immaterial with no physical form are still real. monetary value is real, even if you cannot find me an atom of it. the german border is real even where it is not physically demarcated. they are real and physical in that they shape real and physical human interactions. but the internet is in fact far more real than that: every single piece of data on the internet exists physically on a disk somewhere as a pattern of magnetic charges. 'the cloud’ sounds like it’s a weightless and fluffy thing, but 'the cloud’ is this:
this is the cloud–a google data center, to be exact. amazon web services is not an immaterial or abstract thing; it is over 26 million square feet of data centers, of physical computers inside physical buildings where data is physically recorded. access to the internet is provided by cables, including the thousands of miles of undersea infrastructure which make the global internet possible. 4G, 5G, wifi, these are all made possible by physical apparatuses sending out radio waves.
all computer infrastructure everywhere is made possible by cobalt and lithium and gallium and so on–mined out of the ground, by an extractive mining industry which exploits the people and resources of the global south. estimates for how much electricity 'the internet’ uses vary wildly, but it’s at minimum measured in gigawatts–and so coal and nuclear power plants and wind farms and hydroelectric dams and the coal and uranium and bauxite mining which builds them are inseparable from 'the internet’. google programmers do not live in the astral plane, they work from buildings (and outsource work to india) which need to be cleaned and maintained and worked in and driven back and forth from.
youtube videos are 'online’ but of course if you film something happening and upload it that thing still really happened. if a physical action, whether that be a terrorist attack or a protest or a sexual hookup or an act of ethic violence, is mediated and planned online, that thing really happens in the real world. the idea of 'just online’, this platonic real divorced from a cleanly delineated 'outside’ or 'real world’ is just wrong. it is wrong in more or less every single way. every program or function your computer has or video or picture or word you see on the computer is the result of people doing actual physical things. you are seeing it by grace of miles of cable and tons and tons of machinery and power plants and the guy who sweeps the floors at the indian IT firm facebook outsources. online is real.
“Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they’re 15” this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit
To wit:
I want to share some wisdom from my high school art teacher.
In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here:
“So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them.
“My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.”
Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed.
Takeaway here: be as cringe as you want. Don’t limit yourself based on other ppl’s tastes. They’re not you, and you are incredible 💕
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