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You’re running through the Tampico, gradually piecing together the past and realizing that Dean is a deeply, deeply evil man, but he’s shouting encouragement at you through the wall the entire time. He’s beaming down at you from the stairwell and calling you “partner,” applauding you both for how well you work together as a team. And then he tells you the whole disgusting story, but it doesn’t seem to have entered his head that you would view him any differently, because this is the moment where he’s come to fully trust you.

nobody knows where exactly he was born, or anything about his past. “tommy wiseau” isnt even his real name

fuck nobody even knows how old he really is

Also after googling her, I found out that she’s also designed Sylveon–another favorite PKMN of mine. She’s also illustrated some very pretty Pokemon cards!!

source: x

Escalators and electric toothbrushes are perfect examples of things that many able-bodied people assume exist for their own convenience, and this post is a perfect example of that unconscious assumption.

An escalator that has broken down is still perfectly functional, right? 

Well, sure–if you could have used the stairs to begin with. 

But for people like me, for whom the escalator was not a convenience but a mobility device, a broken down escalator is not functional. 

An electric toothbrush might seem like something that could be just as easily used turned off as turned on, but for someone with Parkinson’s, or any other number of nerve, coordination, or grip issues, the function of the electric toothbrush is a necessary feature, and without it, the task at hand becomes far more arduous (or even impossible). 

I’m not angry or trying to point out why this post is “bad” or “wrong”–I’m simply trying to point out that people who assume every time or energy-saving invention was created as a means to help able-bodied people be lazier should consider re-examining those assumptions. It might help you become more compassionate toward your disabled friends and family, or at least more aware of the struggles we face daily. 

I’m putting it under a readmore cause it got so fcking long I’m sorry like no joke it turned into a novel I started and couldn’t stop for 3 hours