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Please learn to credit people. Copying and pasting from your notes app doesn't make you great.
Please don't copy my poems. I have yet to publish them. Copyright laws on you.
I will be a published author. And write copyright on you. Yuh. You dare copy paste. Hums. Pieces. Writes. Bye.
All poems are subject to copyright. There will be poet on category but level. Also, don't cut paste a poem of your like. I would like credits to my name. This is a given. It's written so as to love and share with my name credits. This will be a book in thesis. Please credit.A given sloem. We are got-loving crazy. A poetry level. Hers. Therefore? Lie. A moon. Her ink. Her staple. Hers church therefore. Hers John Wayne. Hers ticket furror. He's baby car. He's baby crazy. He wants to write. Write well in her analog. Her monologue. Her credit lie.An petty thing about holding an uptight conversation is that we need to recognize an author. We can't really equate, terrific with nice. Nice with noon. I like writing things. I like holding people. A lesson in jeopardy would be oraganizing shelf. A position to speak from is saying wrongity makes up right. A nice ruse would be playing with tactics. If agreement means compilance. That means a lie means two. How is her work yours? It's steal. It's a nice time to apologize and back off. How is stealing equal to work? A work is nice when you reserve a position of mindset to a lover one. A lover one would mean tenderness. A nice-one would mean a night holding. Nights would mean love. Her credits are impending necessary to the boons of our rice and nice to our face. If necessary, bitch. If hold, keep. If yours, keep it on your own. Keep. Work. Work equals work. Work equals face value minus deep ink-sect.A lie-is that of her keep that we should be right of act to multiply a work based on credit. If credit seems different. It is. It's so often forgotten. It's lie. You need to be aware of a situation and credit the necessary people to honest situations. He was there. He was nice. He left. What remains? Nice. What solves? Sight. What takes? English? Or poet? Before you take credits of our lies, we should credit. This is necessary as it lays. An Ias officer is who she should become. A thing taken is a thing refused, a might taken is a will. She would be counting sadness as they were nice hedges in the moon. A nice-hedge to the count of a living matter. A matter in compliance in fact is courage compiled. She is given credits to delve in her a love greater than it is. She is. She is her muse wasting time on bakery and her poet was a thing a lie. A ruler is great example of his night. She knows no leap or courage. A given light-is courage. A mounting to the honest means of her soil. He cried. He leapt. He dissolves. He writes over you an honest review. A naxalite is a problem of her own. A night-till she wrote out dais. A seeking in which she was nill. She knew a lie and was a thing of her own. Her melting voice was the thing of her secret. He knew ages ago to fuel wine. He knew before a lady and a bug. She knew it too. They were a happy family. A certificate of congratulations. A lie still of the two and the pan-ink wise. She knew her. She knew not. She knew hers. She was a notice. She knew all. She was everything. She writes and is her. A light in the mouth of heaven was a lie-thinker. A lie-was a lie-in great honest deep. A think-toll. A diamond. She knew. She was her. She knew it to be her table. Her body was her table. She knew edges. She took her height. And was mad adversity. A love in her poem was formed love minus hers. He was writing till she knew her. She knew herself. She bathed and wrote. Life embodied her. Music made her. Muse lones her of itself and tweets and was the night. She was suicide. She was drops in the medicine. A lie in her zhor. A lie in her suddle. She was. She was night. She was ocean. She was a deep soul. Her. Poetry. Her light be foretold. Her light be shining. Poetry. Love. Light and hapiness . Credit also underlies to the fact that it would be meaning a love and long of the cute ect is she. She knew roses and I knew her. I don't take law into my hands of heaven. She took law to burn and I abided. She was law. I am her. I was a published author. She knows her not. She knows me still. She knew it. Credited. Accomplished. Girl.
Sunidhi
my unpopular opinion is that i hate tiktok because now people just publicly watch loud ass videos in public spaces with no regard for anyone else. 100% it was not this bad with youtube, it’s such a different thing with tiktok. put on headphones. you are grown.
See, the problem with people who aren’t in wheelchairs writing about and/or drawing people who are in (manual) wheelchairs is that the people who aren’t in wheelchairs tend to think that there’s only like four movements that you do in a wheelchair. You can either push forward, push backwards, turn left, or turn right. And the characters do it all while sitting up straight or bending forward so that their noses touch their knees.
But the amount of motions that I go through on a daily basis are actually amazing. And the body language…you could write an entire book on the body language of someone in a wheelchair.
Like right now, I’m more relaxed, so I’m slouching slightly. I’ve got my right foot on its footrest and the left foot on the ground. Every so often, as I stop to think of something to say, I’ll push with my left foot to rock the chair slightly.
But usually, I sit mostly upright with my upper-half slightly leaned forward. When I’m wheeling across the campus, especially if I have somewhere that I need to be, I’ll lean and shift my weight in whichever direction it is that I’m going. It helps make the wheelchair glide that much more smoothly. How far/dramatically I lean depends on how fast I’m going, the terrain, if there’s a turn, etc.
Plus people who don’t use wheelchairs don’t understand the relationship between grabbing the wheels, pushing, and the chair moving. Like I’ve seen things written or have seen people try to use a chair where the character/that person grabs the wheel every single second and never lets go to save their lives. Which isn’t right. The key is to do long, strong, pushes that allow you to move several feet before repeating. I can usually get about ten feet in before I have to push again. It’s kind of like riding a scooter. You don’t always need to push. You push, then ride, then push, then ride, etc.
And because of this, despite what many people think, people in wheelchairs can actually multitask. I’ve carried Starbucks drinks across the campus without spilling a single drop. Because it’s possible to wheel one-handed (despite what most people think), especially when you shift your weight. And if I need to alternate between pushing both wheels, I’ll just swap hands during the ‘glide’ time.
I’ve also noticed that people who don’t use wheelchairs, for some reason, have no idea how to turn a wheelchair. It’s the funniest thing. Like I see it written or, again, have seen people ‘try’ a wheelchair where they’re reaching across their bodies to try to grab one wheel and push or they try to push both wheels at the same time and don’t understand. (For the record, you pull back a wheel and push a wheel. The direction that you’re going is the side that you pull back.)
Back to body language. Again, no idea why most people think that we always sit upright and nothing else. Maybe when I’m in meetings or other formal settings, but most of the time, I do slightly slouch/lean. As for the hands…A lot of writers put the wheelchair user’s hands on the armrests but the truth is, most armrests sit too far back to actually put your hands on. There are times when I’ll put my elbows on the edges of the armrests and will put my hands between my legs. Note: Not on my lap. That’s another thing that writers do but putting your hands in your lap is actually not a natural thing to do when you’re in a wheelchair, due to the angle that you’re sitting and the armrests. Most of the time, I’ll just sort of let my arms loosely fall on either side of the chair, so that my hands are next to my wheels but not grabbing them. That’s another form of body language. I’ve talked to a few people who have done it and I do it myself. If I’m ever anxious or in a situation where I want to leave for one reason or another, I will usually grip my handrims - one hand near the front , one hand near the back. And if I’m really nervous, you’ll find me leaning further and further into the chair, running my hands along the handrims.
Also, on a related subject - a character’s legs should usually be at 90 degree angles, the cushion should come to about their knees, and the armrests should come to about their elbows. You can always tell that an actor is not a wheelchair user when their wheelchair isn’t designed to their dimensions. (Their knees are usually inches away from the seats and are up at an angle, the armrests are too high, etc.) Plus they don’t know how to drive the chair.
Let’s see, what else? Only certain bags can go on the back of the chair without scraping against the wheels, so, no, your teenagers in wheelchairs can’t put their big, stylish, purses on the back. We don’t always use gloves since most gloves actually aren’t that helpful (as stated above, wheeling is a very fluid motion and gloves tend to constrict movements). Height differences are always a thing to remember. If you’re going for the “oh no, my wheelchair is broken” trope, nobody really has ‘flat’ tires anymore thanks to the new material for the wheels but it is possible to have things break off. We use the environment a lot. I always push off of walls or grab onto corners or kick off of the floor etc. Wheelchair parkour should really become a thing.
This is all of the physical things to think about. I could write a thesis on the emotional treatment of your characters with disabilities. But for now, I think that I’ll stop here. For my followers in wheelchairs, is there anything that I left out?
Also why isn’t wheelchair parkour a thing? Somebody make wheelchair parkour a thing.
If cats ruled the world, what would be an important quality?
Empathy, kindness, a sense of humor, and loving unconditionally. Head bonks for all.
on entering the secret club of dreblr
I wasn't sure how to say it yesterday, because I didn't really know how deeply into dreblr the people I was addressing already were, but here's the basics for anyone new here:
There is no secret club of dreblr! I lied! There's no authority you need to ask to participate and there's no password you need to learn. It's genuinely just a tag on tumblr. We love new people!
Literally all you have to do to get noticed is interact with the community. This can be by posting to the #dreblr tag, but it can also be by leaving nice tags on things you reblog, sending asks to people you find interesting, or probably a whole bunch of other things I'm forgetting about.
The only "unspoken rule" (I guess?) is that we all view c!Dream in a similar way: as someone who is NOT irredeemably and unambiguously evil.
so why use #dreblr and not #c!dream?
As the old legend goes, dreblr was created as a space for c!Dream fans who don't view him the same way as most traditional dsmp fans do. Certain things are very important to us to acknowledge, the most important of which being c!Dream's humanity. This post by vault explains it in more detail.
This would also be a good time to mention that #dreblr is for posts related to c!Dream specifically. For posts about the content creator Dream, you're probably looking for #dreamblr or #dtblr. If you can't remember which one is which, it might be a good idea to look through the tags to see what kinds of things other people are posting there.
Anyway, please feel free to join in! We really don't gatekeep (unless of course your opinions are wildly incompatible with the ones above). And you can make whatever kinds of posts you like: art, fics, essays, general incoherent thoughts, shitposts, you name it. Welcome to the ultra super top secret club.
P.S. I wanted to make this post quickly and there's definitely some stuff I'm forgetting, so feel free to add to this.
I saw a post where they talked about each hargreeves having a different color for their powers (like five having blue and Viktor having white) but then I had a lightbulb moment. Seven siblings. Seven colors of the rainbow. We could totally have that scene that was in one of the Barbie movies where they just blast someone with rainbow sparkles