I Hate This. I Hate It But I Had A Vision And I Had To Spread The Light.

“Oh! To inkfish I just go by Tammie. I mainly just travel to gather up what you guys call ‘junk’ and to perhaps snatch up food. Salmon’s gotta eat! Also you guys have cool stickers and it’s hard to find them” they laughed a bit. They found it strange that it was so frowned on to take stuff from trash, but she decided it wasn’t a good time to bring it up.

“What about you?”

The salmonid was just about to go out to scavenge for items when she found a building she hadn’t gone by before.

“Huh. Well I did take a different route today” muttered Tammie.

They inched closer, searching the area for any unwanted items. They couldn’t help but notice the smell of food- and also the scent that a surface dweller lived here.

“Why would someone live so close to salmonid territory?” She pandered. The chum’s personality got the best of them and they peaked their head inside the window.

[ @friend-of-inkfish ]

Inside the home, the salmonid could see the figure of an inkling working on something - it looked like a weapon, a splatling, though it didn't quite look like one that Tammie would have seen normally, definitely having been modified time and time again.

The inkfish seemed very focused on her work, her mismatched eyes barely moved as she fixed up some wires inside her weapon. Her ears, which were tinged green like the colour of salmon ink, twitched slightly as she leaned forward, adjusting and cutting a coppery wire, then placing the length between two ports in the machinery of the splatling. Her simalarly stained hands weren't shaking, she seemed to be very skilled at what she was doing.

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

support disabled PERFORMERS!!! not just visual artists who you can avoid actually seeing. support disabled singers, dancers, comedians, actors, drag artists, etc. experience us, look at our faces, listen to our stories, watch us move. make sure you tip us extra.

really wanted to draw miss piggy all of a sudden so i did. also kermit's there i guess

[image description: a lineless drawing of miss piggy and kermit from the muppets. kermit is wearing a hawaiian shirt and applying sunscreen to himself, and miss piggy is wearing a red swimsuit and saying "to me, beach body is about having the most body on the beach... which i certainly do!" end id]

I was wanting to make a post about my experiences going on a Disney World vacation as a disabled person but honestly I’d like to vent about something else.

If you are traveling to anywhere, and you have someone in your party with disabilities, you need to be as accommodating as possible. If you and that person may have different needs that conflict, you two have to discuss this and figure it out.

My brother has ADHD and probably several undiagnosed issues as well. I have Autism. Tourettes, Epilepsy, and FND alongside several mental health issues.

I get it. I wanted him to be able to enjoy his trip too. Issue is, I have higher support needs, and I sometimes can put myself at risk for a medical emergency if I am overwhelmed. Our family ended up prioritizing me because of this.

The issue arises when my brother ends up getting jealous because I happen to require more attention to ensure I am safe and able to enjoy myself. Also he just is… not understanding? He says I act like I’m “SPED” whenever I bother him. Though this can sometimes result in my brother feeling like everything gets centered around me or that I’m too demanding. He’s even told me he thinks I’m exaggerating how I react when overstimulated because I’m unable to mask well. He also did some other things that eventually would trigger me into having more anxiety and being at risk for issues, such as cursing me out when our other family members weren’t listening. He also accused me of having a victim complex. I was left scared to say anything because he told me that everyone would agree with him if I spoke up. I later learned this was very much not the case.

When we weren’t having conflicts, the trip went smoothly and everyone was very understanding. I was fortunate to get accommodations due to my autism. While I had my moments of overstimulation, I was able to make it through with some fidgets I had on a necklace, as well as a rental ECV to help with my mobility issues.

I’m trying to remain optimistic here, because some parts did go great. However, it’s difficult. Be honest if I do sound like I was being a jerk to my brother. I am guilty of being harsh.

happy valentines day! 🥺🌷

disabled people should get louder and meaner and angrier. disabled people listen to me. we need to get louder and meaner and angrier.

One blessing out my abuse is that whenever I have to be tested for strep, I hardly react to the throat swab, but that’s not as big of a flex as yours lmao

One blessing of my abuse/torture is that I can remain in a squat position for hours on end, gain massive leg muscle and a thic ass