Say It With Me! Wheelchairs Aren’t Sad! Mobility Aids Aren’t Sad! Mobility Aids Are Instruments Of

this^^

being so fr when I say that transmisogyny has put feminism back like 50 years

Anyone else with chronic pain ever get really absorbed in a project and dissociate from your body while you're working but then you finish and you come back to your body and you're just like AAAAAAAHHH! WHAT'S WRONG?? oh yeah. The horrors. Never mind

yeah, sorry i exhibited symptoms of the disorder i told you i have. it will happen again because i have that disorder and will continue having it. hope this helps!! 🫶🫶🫶

rotten 🍅🍋

You will meet many disabled and mentally ill people who won’t fit into your idea of how a mentally ill or disabled person is supposed to look and act - and the solution to that is to let them expand your knowledge of what mental illness and disability can look like, not insisting that they aren’t actually disabled or mentally ill because they don’t fulfill certain stereotypes.

imagine how cool it would be if plurality had the visual effects it's dramatized to have in fiction. like if your body's eye colors would change as you came on and off of front. that would be wicked

some people have senshi from dungeon meshi living in their brain reminding them to eat three fulfilling meals a day and to take the time to make food delicious. which is wonderful! i love the way that media can affect our habits and thoughts for the better! unfortunately the only character living in my brain is harry du bois and he keeps telling me to try molly

A lil drabble of/inspired by Prompt #2,013 from @pluralprompts, it's a little angsty but it shouldn't contain any common triggers so just be careful folks. Don't worry, it's got a happy ending

Spectre was having a rough day, or he was fairly certain he was. He didn't really know anymore, the static-y film over his eyes ears and heart had long since dulled his emotions. He'd been trying for the last few hours to leave front, but it was like a wall was between him and headspace, a wall of viscous static that only got harder the more he pressed against it. It was a rough day really, and the sound of muffled talking behind the static had only been getting louder and louder. He hoped that was. a good sign, like the barrier getting thinner. Exhausted from their daily obligations, he stumbled to their bed and laid down, staring up at the ceiling one of their littles had decorated with polyfill clouds and led lights years ago, and smiled. Over time, the talking grew clearer and clearer until finally he heard it.

"Spectre! We're gonna get you out of there, don't worry.", the soothing voice of Ivy, their primary gatekeeper.

He felt it, a tugging at the back of his mind, a hand reaching out for him to grab. He focused on the feeling, grasping Ivy's hand as she pulled him from front. Finally back in headspace, he smiled and hugged all his fellow headmates who'd gathered to try and help him out of front. Being a system was tough, but they'd always be there for one another.

This was written by Az, I don't know Emi says I'm supposed to sign these posts or something

reclusive child with elaborate imagination and maladaptive daydreaming to plural teenager who doesn’t identify with thier own body anymore pipeline is unfortunatelg real