#deformities

[satellites-halo]

yeah you're "punk" but are you normal about deformed people?

#if you arent #youre a fucking poser #punk #cripplepunk #cpunk #cripple punk #visible disability #deformities #disability pride #physical disability

[boyfailurr]

you cannot put trigger warnings on someone’s body. that is their flesh or limbs. that is a person. they are not a trigger warning.

i do not care if you are squeamish around burns, if you’re insecure, etc etc. That is someone’s person

#actually disabled #c punk #crip punk #cripplepunk #cripple punk #self harm #scars #burns #deformities #disability #disabled #physical disability

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Joel-Peter Witkin is an American photographer whose creative method usually gets mixed reviews. Witkin occasionally incorporated corpses or body parts in his surrealistic photographs and often works with people with deformities, or minorities. Transgender, intersex, and people with dwarfism.

#Joel-Peter Witkin #American photographer #mixed #pungent stench #cover art #cover album #photo #photography #b&w #surrealistic photographs #deformities #minorities #Transgender #intersex #dwarfism #morbid #macabre art #morbid art

[pumpkin-patch]

looks like it's go̷nn̵a b̵e a̸ b̴o̷͖̮̾ù̶n̶̺̞̂͑̋͠ț̴̛̏i̵̻̐̀͐̍f̷̤͎̫͗u̷͇̒̒̀̄l̷̺̠̠̐̊̀̓ ̴̱̖̟̑̋̚h̶̯͑̉̌a̷͓̰͆r̶͇͖̿v̸͕̍̏̈́̕e̶̺̯͕̍̾̽s̶͙̝̖̬͐̓̀͝t̸͙̚

#oddities #deformities #this whole plant is a freakshow #early golden crookneck squash #pumpkingardeny #mine #nonpumpkin

[mycochaos-oldacnt-plzfollownew]

P. Natalensis, first flush of first tub - got some deformities, but I accept them into my harvest and stock like any other (as long as they arent rotted, or showing signs of contamination). 

These fruits are very interesting in person... that attach lightly to the substrate, pulling up easily without tearing any substrate in large clumps.. like grass... the stipes are like... a pearlescent, shimmery white... and they actually FELT different in my fingers compared to p. cubensis varieties; 

as I cover in an instagram reel, Natal is an isolated wild strain that has been confirmed as a separate, more contaminant resistant (and more vigorous) species Psilocybe natalensis (P. Natal). 

The fruits matured fast, and sporulated within 6 hours (if not faster) of first noted veil break. The first photo in this set is 1 day before the rest of the photos in the set, for reference :) 

Check my instagram for pics of the plates of the mycelium from these genetics... super, duper intense mycelium. Just... wow.

#myco #mycology #natal #p natal #natalensis #pscilocybe #psciloscin #gay #cute #love #mushies #magic mushies #enby #deformities

[greenteaviking]

The Two Sapphics of Venus. (2022)

#traditional art #sapphism #astrology #venus signs #gay art #lgbtqa #aphrodite #venus of willendorf #libra venus #taurus venus #morning star #unconventional #body posititivity #deformities #beautifully unconventional

[richricciardo]

The Changelling

Mystery - Thriller - Deformed - Spooky

A cool breeze filtered into the room through the half-open window. I puffed thoughtfully on my cigarillo. My partner, Conrad LeFontain, sat in the corner, reading something on his tablet. I was never much for them things; too much technology these days.

“Mail call!” said a voice from outside.

“Howdy Perry,” I said, inclining my head to the lanky, middle-aged postman.

“Howdy, Walter, Conrad,” replied the postman, tipping his pith helmet. “You’ll never guess what happened today!”

Perry was known for telling tall tales, which most people thought he’d fabricated. Conrad and I knew better. Perry rarely just made stuff up, no matter how fantastic.

“What happened, Perry?” asked Conrad, sitting up in his aging recliner.

“Another hell-hole opened up on my mail route!” replied Perry excitedly.

“Great. Another one” said Conrad with exasperation. We were all the time having to close them things.

“Where?” I asked.

“It’s on McElwaine Way, past Dead Horse road.”

“We’ll take care of it,” I said.

“You going to the class of 2008 reunion?” asked Perry. I cringed.

“Probably not,” I answered, taking another puff of my cigarillo.

“Why not?” asked the postman.

“I got my reasons.”

“Well, I’ll be there, seeing as the wife’s a math teacher,” said Perry.

“I figured as much,” I said.

“It ain’t too late to change your mind,” said Perry. “Well, see you around... the bend.”

“Good day to ya, Perry,” I said.

Perry went off on his merry way.

“Well, we got a hell-hole to fill in,” said Conrad.

We gathered up our equipment and put it in the back of our old jeep. I started the engine, and we puttered down the road to McElwaine Way.

“You getting any vibes?” I asked.

“Yup,” replied Conrad. “There’s a dark energy vortex coming around this next curve.”

This region had been prone to hell-holes since at least the late 19th century. It probably started with the supposed Corn-Man cult in Crooked Horn, just on the other side of the hills from North Fork.

I parked the jeep along the side of the road. We got out and took our equipment out of the back. It didn’t take us long to find the hell-hole. The black circle opened in the forest floor, waiting for someone to fall in... or out.

I sprinkled salt around the edge of the hole. Conrad then took out the holy water and tossed some of it inside the hole while praying in Latin. The hole slowly closed.

“Do you think anything got out?” I asked.

“Possibly,” said Conrad. “I’m still getting some dark vibes on the other side of those trees.”

“Well, we better investigate that,” I said.

Conrad had a special power; he was able to see and sense things no one else could. His ability to see into the spiritual dimension has proven incredibly valuable to me throughout our partnership. He can pick up a trail of dark energy like a bloodhound. No one knows exactly how his powers work, not even Conrad. He simply calls it a gift.

I followed closely behind him through the forest. Given my unusual heritage, I too could sense things weren’t quite right. We came to a clearing in the forest that was marked off by police tape.

“Hello,” said Conrad.

We looked into the property on the other side of the tape. It was one of the little houses that one finds in these parts, with red, wooden siding. County Sheriff’s vehicles were parked along the road and deputies were coming in and out of the house. I saw Julia there, of course. She had blue rubber gloves on and was taking notes on a tiny notepad. Her long, sleek, black hair was in a bun on the back of her head as usual. I walked under the police tape.

“Walter, what are you doing?!” asked Conrad.

“I’m gonna talk to Julia,” I replied.

“She gonna be pissed!” he warned.

“What else is new?”

“Deputy!” I called as I swaggered across the lawn to Julia, who scarcely looked up from her notebook. “What brings you out here on this fine September day?”

Julia scowled at me.

“Walter, what are you doing here?” she asked. Her voice dripped with annoyance.

“Just closed a hell-hole,” I replied, “How about you?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?!” She’s cute when she’s mad.

“What happened here?” I inquired.

“None of your business!”

“Oh, Walter!” said Sheriff Donne, as he ambled out of the house. “I might need your help with this.”

“Sheriff!” protested Julia, “he’s intruding on an official investigation!”

“I’ll say when he’s intruding, deputy,” replied the sheriff. “Come on in, Walt. You too, Conrad.”

The walls and floor of the small cottage were splattered with blood. Furniture, appliances, books, and other articles littered the floor.

“What the Sam Hill?!” I exclaimed.

“Where’s the body?” asked Conrad.

“Follow me,” said Sheriff Donne.

He led us to the coroner’s van, where a body bag lay, waiting for transport. He partially unzipped the bag so we could see the face of the victim. His skin was pale; paler even than a dead body would be normally. His throat was sliced open with a knife.

“I don’t see anything supernatural about any of this,” said Julia.

“Julia, people don’t just up and cut each other’s throats around here!” said the sheriff.

“Hmm,” I said, scratching my close-cropped beard. Something about this seemed familiar. What was it?

“This ringin’ any bells for either of you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” said the Sheriff, “Can’t quite remember why. I’ll check the old case files and give you a call if I find anything.”

“Thanks, Sheriff.”

Conrad and I started walking back to our jeep. My brain was flooded with memories from high school; the names, the faces, the terrible things that happened that sent me on the path I now trod. I was not going to that damn reunion.

I thought about the events of that day as we sat at the supper table enjoyed the beef stew my Ma made. My Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Mary Lou sat across from me. My cousin Katherine sat to my left, Conrad to my right. I ate my bread and stew in silence while Uncle Jimmy recounted something that happened to him in the Gulf War.

“You going to the reunion, Walt?” asked Uncle Jimmy.

I Looked up at him and swallowed a mouthful of stew

“Nope,” I said, returning to my meal.

“Why not?” he pressed. I gave him an expression that was probably akin to Dirty Harry as he was asking a criminal if he felt lucky.

“High school was a waking nightmare, Uncle Jimmy,” I said. “I’d rather it be forgotten.”

“It can’t have been that bad,” said Katherine, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.

“Try going through what I go through every full moon and see how bad it is,” I said.

“Try being a girl,” she retorted.

“She’s got ya there, Walter,” said Ma.

“Turning a wolf is a great way to ruin a date,” I said.

“I wasn’t aware you dated in high school,” said Katherine.

“Katherine...” said Aunt Mary Lou, raising one eyebrow. She could say more with one eyebrow than most people could in five minutes of conversation.

“We got any pie?” asked Conrad, changing the subject.

“That we do, Conrad,” said Aunt Mary Lou. Aunt Mary Lou wasn’t the best cook in the mountain country, but one thing she knew was pie. As she was getting up to get said dessert, a melody emanated from my vest pocket. I took my phone out.

“Walter, you know the rule about phones at supper,” said Ma.

I went out on the back porch to take the call.

“Ulric, paranormal private detective, how can I help you?”

“Walter,” said Julia. “I think you were right about this.”

“Right about what?” I asked. Julia rarely admitted I was right about anything, so I needed to savor the moment.

“The body... it didn’t have a single drop of blood in it.”

“That’s not natural,” I said, making an understatement to hide anxiety.

“I just... figured you should know.”

“You gonna be alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she replied. She wasn’t fine.

“Well, gimme a call if there are any more developments.”

“I will. Goodnight, Walter.”

It was a Friday morning as the red sun rose over North Fork. Conrad and I had returned to the crime scene to find any more clues to the creature’s identity.

“This is a bad idea, man,” said Conrad, as I jimmied the lock on the old house.

“Look, there’s a monster loose in North Fork, and we're gonna track it down and send it back to where it came from,” I said.

Conrad cleared his throat and tapped my shoulder. I turned my head to see Julia standing behind us. Her arms were crossed, her lip was curled.

“I thought you two would come back here,” she said. She produced a key and opened the door for us.

We walked inside, carefully looking at the evidence.

“Is there anything in here that could tell us what that thing is?” I asked.

“Could be a vampire,” offered Conrad.

“Naw,” I replied, “Vampires don’t use knives, normally.”

Father McKay’s ringtone started playing in my vest. I answered the call.

“What can I do for ya, Steve?” given that we’d known each other since middle school and he knew I meant no disrespect.

“Walter,” he replied, “something’s come up. I need to see you at your office.”

“I’ll be right there,” I said, hanging up.

“Gotta go,” I said.

“But Walter, I need you on this!” protested Julia.

“Conrad can help you, I gotta talk to an old friend.”

The minister was waiting outside for me when I arrived. He was pale as a sheet.

“Steve,” I said, “You’re bleached!”

“I know,” he replied. “I barely slept last night.”

“Come in, you better have a seat.”

We sat down in my office, and I reached into my desk drawer where I kept a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses. The priest gladly took the glass.

“Now,” I said, “What happened that’s gotten ya looking like that?”

“I saw... Francesca last night” replied Steve.

My blood ran cold at the mention of that name. Francesca Kilkenny, “Franky” to us, was Steve’s high school sweetheart until she disappeared into the woods one day. We searched for days until someone found her. Except what they found wasn’t Franky. It looked like her and sounded like her, but it wasn’t her. She’d been replaced by something horrible. It would slowly drain the life-force of a willing victim until he was nothing by a husk. That nearly happened to Steve. An unwilling victim it would just kill. It was the first thing I banished to the dark dimension. It must’ve come back into our dimension through the hell-hole. Everything made sense, now.

“You’re sure of that?” I asked.

“I thought I’d been seeing things when I saw her walking along the side of the road, but then I saw the news.”

I took a sip of my whiskey.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

“Track it down, then I’ll probably have to put it down.”

“You okay with that?” asked the priest.

“I don’t have a choice,” I replied. “That’s not Franky. It might look like her, but as far as we’re concerned, she died ten years ago.”

Steve looked like he was going to break down crying. He’d been carrying the memory of what happened for a long time.

I put on my Sunday clothes. My hair was brushed, and my beard groomed for once. My revolver, loaded with silver bullets, was nestled in my shoulder holster. I topped it all off with my best suede jacket.

“Where are you off to?” asked Katherine.

“High school reunion,” I replied.

“I thought you weren’t going.”

“Changed my mind.”

My boots clunked on the front steps of Julia’s place. The door opened, and there she was, her dark, Shawnee hair was all braided and dolled up. She wore a pretty floral dress and a nice pair of boots. I stared at her longer than I probably should have.

“What?” she said, narrowing her eyes at me.

“You clean up good, Julia,” I replied.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

Probably the first time she complimented my appearance. We got in the jeep and drove to the high school. Conrad sat in the backseat.

“What makes you so certain it’ll be at the reunion?” asked Julia.

“Vibe,” said Conrad.

“Conrad’s rarely wrong,” I added, pulling into the nearly packed parking area.

“Stay here,” I said to Conrad.

“Dude!” he replied.

“You didn’t go to high school in North Fork; what are you supposed to be? My date?”

With that, Conrad consented.

Matilda Wankle, my old math teacher, greeted us as we entered the gym.

“Oh, hello Walter, I didn’t think you were coming!” she said.

“Well, I changed my mind,” I replied.

“Julia, I didn’t think you were part of the class of 2008,” said Matilda.

“I was a year behind,” said Julia, “but I couldn’t let Walter go alone.”

“Isn’t that sweet,” said Matilda. “Well, y’all have a good time there.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Wankle,” said Julia.

The place was packed with old school mates. Some of them waved at me or gave me a high-five; some just nodded. Most looked at Julia. The DJ played 3 Doors Down as we mingled.

“Okay, what now, Walter?” asked Julia.

“We watch and we wait,” I replied.

“Howdy, Walt!” said a voice from behind. Perry Wankle stood there in a blue blazer and a Hawaiian shirt; his standard attire for such events.

“Didn’t think you were coming to this shindig.”

“Ma changed my mind,” I replied.

“Well, help yourself to some punch! Made it myself!”

I took the punch glass from Perry. It smelled peculiar.

“Perry, is this...?”

“White lightning?” said Perry, quietly as he could. “You didn’t hear it from me.”

And away he danced. It was an open secret that Perry owned a still, but the sheriff turned a blind eye.

I scanned the crowd again. Then I saw it. It was talking to Barton Baxter, formerly the captain of the football team and my arch enemy. Barton waved at me and smiled that idiotic smile. I approached them, with Julia close behind.

“Howdy, Baxter,” I said.

“Ulric, how’s things?” he said. “Still chasing shadows?”

“Yep,” I replied.

“You remember Franky, right?” he said, gesturing its direction.

“Hi, Walt,” it said, looking at me through evil eyes.

“Hi, Franky,” I responded. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been well.”

It had a predatory look in its eye.

“I don’t think you know Julia,” I said, trying to act natural.

“Hi,” said Julia, “I was a year behind the rest of y’all.”

“How much did he pay you?” jeered Barton. I thought maybe he’d grown up since school. He hadn’t.

“Excuse me?” said Julia.

“Well, you didn’t just come here with this wacko,” replied Barton.

“You got something to say, Baxter, just say it,” I said. My eyes were like daggers.

“Are you implying that I’m some kind of call girl?” said Julia, placing her hands on her hips.

“I’m not implying anything,” said Barton, putting his hands up.

“Listen, buster,” said Julia, “Who I go out with is my business. Walter didn’t have to ‘buy’ my time. All he did was ask. I said yes, because, unlike you, Walter is a gentleman.”

Barton Baxter stood there in stunned silence. The thing that looked like Franky had wandered off somewhere, unnoticed. Julia took me by the arm and dragged me to the punch bowl.

“Where’d she go?” I asked.

“I didn’t see,” replied Julia.

“We’ll have to find her again,” I said, downing a punch. I’d need it to get through the evening.

“We should split up,” said Julia.

“That’s what it wants,” I returned.

“Walter, I’m armed, we’re in a building full of people, what’s it gonna do?”

Julia went to another area of the gym, I searched the crowd again. Then my eyes met it’s. It was across the gym from me, near one of the hallway doors. It gave me a wicked smile and its eyes turned black. It beckoned to me. I walked slowly in its direction as it disappeared down the hallway.

We were alone in the hall. My hand started to reach for my gun.

“What you did wasn’t right, Walter,” it said.

“Not from where I’m standing,” I replied.

“A girl’s got certain needs,” it said.

“You’ve killed folk,” I said, “Nearly drained the life outta Steve, and you expect me to just let you walk?”

“Walter, I’ve been just so lonely these last ten years.”

It walked a little closer to me, seductively. I froze. I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“Get back!”

Steve stood behind me, holding a crucifix. His shout was enough to break the trance. I drew my revolver, but the thing bit my hand. The weapon fell to the ground. The creature pushed me into the wall and pressed its lips against mine. My will was broken. I could feel my life-force draining out of me. Before the next new moon, I’d be a shell of the man I was; another victim.

A shot rang out. Then another. The thing slumped to the ground, dead. Steve stood nearby, holding my revolver in his shaking hands. He dropped the weapon to the ground and fell on his knees.

I heard Julia’s voice telling everyone to stay calm. She busted into the hallway, Glock drawn.

“Are you alright?” she said, returning the gun to her purse.

“We will be,” I replied, placing my hand on the minister’s shoulder.

#Crimes #Mystery #scary #humor blog #Dark Humor #Calming #Sounds #Whistle #Deformities #Scary Things #mature

[libnood]

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[ex0skeletal-undead]

Messy Mind b Juan Moru

#art #illustration #painting #dark art #horror #fantasy #surreal #macabre #body horror #gore #teeth #deformity

[dissociacrip]

anyway um. shoutout to disabled people who move their bodies in ways that are considered "wrong" or "abnormal" regardless of the cause or how it's classified. and this isn't limited to just ambulation.

paralysis. dystonia. gait abnormalities. people with muscle weakness and/or atrophy. people with brain damage. rotational differences. clubfoot. knocked knees. other limb and bodily differences. functional deformities that affect movement. tissue contracture. muscular dystrophies. spasticity. impaired proprioception, balance, and/or coordination. chronic pain. spinal disorders. dyspraxia/DCD. apraxia. ataxia. dystaxia. tourette's syndrome and other tic disorders. conversion symptoms. tremors. neurodegenerative disease. degenerative bone diseases. joint instability. myoclonus. parkinsonism. tardive dyskenisia. various other neurological problems.

...and the list goes on.

personally i feel a bit surreal when my body not doesn't always move in the ways i want it to because that straightforward connection that's there for abled people has been disrupted in a myriad of ways. but no one is gross, ugly, or scary for being unable to move their body in ways that society considers "normal" and "healthy." no one deserves to be gawked/stared at or treated like they're subhuman because of the way their body moves.

it's okay for us to exist.

#cripple punk #cripplepunk #cpunk #neurodivergence #disabled positivity #j #idk a better term for 'functional deformity' bc afaik deformity is a term w/ negative associations #affirmations

[theaestheticmanoj]

Craniofacial Surgery Can Correct Head Deformities in Babies!

You might have seen a baby with a deformed head, which, if untreated for a long time,can cause some serious medical issues, and the baby might have to deal with many issues once he grows. Craniofacial Surgery Can Correct Head Deformities in Babies!

Preferred head position: You might have noticed that some babies like to sleep in a particular position and usually stay in that position. To some extent, it is fine, but sometimes it can cause the head to deform.

Twin or triplet: When a mother has twins or triplets in her womb, there is less space for the fetus to move around. This cramped-up situation makes the head deformed.

Prematurity: When a baby's born, it lies on their backs most of the time; this can cause the head to have an irregular shape.

Birth complications: At the time of birth, the mother, as well as the infant, has to go through a lot of stress which sometimes leads to birth complications. These complications lead to a deformed head.

Can a Deformed Head Lead To Complications In The Future?

When the fibrous joints between the bones of the skull (called cranial sutures) of an infant close prematurely, it causes the head to deform and take an irregular shape. As a result, the infant develops an abnormally shaped skull because the bones generally do not expand with the growth of the brain. Dr. Manoj says, "In most cases, these deformities don't cause any problems in the future. But there are two things to keep in mind. First; few cases have been seen where the skull's growth was restricted enough, which increased the pressure in the head, causing headaches, visual problems, and developmental delays. Secondly; aesthetically speaking, they might not look normal; it can psychologically affect the teenage years and adult life."

#Craniofacial Surgery #deformities #Birthcomplications #dr.manojjohar #best plastic surgeon in east delhi #best plastic surgeon in vaishali

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[mavigator]

i talked about it a little bit already but i have things to say about it. for context, i was born with amniotic band syndrome. the amniotic band wrapped around my left wrist in utero and stunted the growth of my hand. i was born with about half a palm, four nubs for fingers, and a twisted half of a thumb. i can open and close my thumb and pinkie joint like a claw.

yesterday at work i had a shift in the room with 5-10 year old kids. i had my left hand hidden in my sleeve (a bad habit of mine). a kid asked if he could see my hand, and even though internally i was debating running into traffic, i said “sure you can” and showed him my hands. he stared for a moment, looking disturbed, and then said “i don’t want to look at that anymore”. that hurt to hear, but i understand that kids are new to the world and he probably didn’t mean it out of malice. i put my hand away again, told him that it was okay, and that i was just born that way.

he then went on to talk about how he knows a kid with a similar hand to mine and called it “ugly”. i told him that wasn’t a very kind thing to say and that he wouldn’t feel good if someone said that to him, and he replied that no one would say that to him—because he has “normal hands”, and he’s glad he does because otherwise he’d be “ugly”. i tried to talk with him for a bit about how everybody is born differently, but he just started talking about a girl he knows with a “messed up face” and pulled on his face to make it look droopy. i went on some more about how it wasn’t very kind to talk about people that way, but the conversation moved on to something else.

i’ve told my supervisors about it and they’re going to have a talk with his mom. what i wanted to say is this: i’m genuinely not upset with the kid. kids are young and naturally curious, and he clearly simply hasn’t been taught about disabled people and kind ways to speak to/about others. which is why i am upset with his parent(s). i know he’s encountered visibly deformed/disabled people before (he said so himself!), yet his parent(s) clearly haven’t had any kind of discussion with him about proper language and behavior. i knew from birth that some people were just different than others, but my parents still made a point to assert to be kind to and accepting of others. i wonder if adults in his life are the type of people to hush him and usher him away when he points out someone in a wheelchair. that kind of thing doesn’t teach politeness. it tells children that disabled people are an Other than can’t be acknowledged or spoken about; which, to a child, means disability must be something bad.

i’m lucky enough that this was a relatively mild incident, and that i’m a grownup with thicker skin. i’m worried about the other kids he mentioned to me. has he been talking to them this way? when i was a kid, i had other kids scream, cry, and run away at the sight of my hand. or follow me around pointing at me and laughing at me. or tell me i couldn’t do something because i was ugly or incapable or whatever. one time a girl at an arcade climbed to the top of the skeeball machine, pointed at me, and screamed at me to put my hand away and wouldn’t stop crying until she couldn’t see me anymore. another time, a kid saw my hand, screamed at the top of her lungs, and ran into my friend’s arms, crying hysterically about how i was scaring her. that second incident made me cry so hard i threw up when i got home. i can kind of laugh it off now, but having people react to me that way as a child is something i’m still getting over. why do you think i have a habit of keeping my hand in my sleeve? it just irritates me to see children that have clearly not been taught basic manners and kindness—their parents Clearly missed something pretty important .

#and for the record i consider my deformity pretty mild. maybe i’m just used to it but things like amniotic band syndrome can turn out a lot #more severe. i rarely even call myself disabled because i don’t feel like the term is applicable to me. i’m more hindered by like #my adhd anxiety depression etc than i am my hand. so for those kids to react that way to what i THINK #is a pretty small thing. makes me worry about people that are more visibly disabled #Kids.That are more visibly disabled

[pangur-and-grim]

my dark secret is that I don’t care about breeds being kept to a strict standard. so long as they’re healthy and well-suited for their purpose (which in cats and most dogs is just companionship), I’m not opposed. when breeders chase exaggerated traits, the problem for me isn’t that it’s off standard, it’s more that a) closely breeding for an extreme trait can result in a loss of genetic diversity, with all the health problems that entails, b) extremely exaggerated traits can be inherently harmful to the animal, c) exaggerated traits can get in the way of the animal being an animal and doing animal things

#often you’ll find that there’s an underlying detrimental mutation that is allowing for the extreme trait #like in American shorthairs the same mutation that gives them wide-set eyes can result in cleft palettes and deformed kittens

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

#you people are becoming my guinea pigs for my finally learning how to communicate information via comics. a thing ive needed to practice at #also BLEGH. YUCK. andrew hussie was right candy makes you sick. this is a little too saccharine for me. yeesh. let me get back to the meat. #isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #isat fanart #in stars and time fanart #isat siffrin #isat loop #sifloop #doodlebyte #'let me get back to the meat' i say eyeing something similarly sickly in my sketches. at least it's mildly tormented as a counterbalance... #you people have no idea how much im having to stay my own hand. oh i can draw miserable nudity but the most basic of fluff? visceral #anyway i dont know the logistics of picking up a glass eye or where loop got money (besides pilfering from siffrin) & ive previously drawn #sif with a vague blank middle-grey eye as either being scarred over or a blank occular prosthesis put in quickly at the nearest town #i dont know that they'd have a glass eye during the game but considering prosthesis are reccomended to keep the skull etc from deforming #id imagine it would probably come up postgame as something to do now theyre not on a time limit trying to save the country #plus i assume that having it gouged at by a sadness wasnt exactly a clean wound by any measure #all this to say. idk i just wanted to get some information across in comic form to Test my Abilities #and we're far enough down now to say my absolute most wretchingly sweet fluff headcanon that actually inspired this #which is that i think siffrin gets into the habit of not wearing the eyepatch around loop so they kinda match. #and as a signifier to the other that they're letting their guard down around them. vulnerability etc. #just kinda wearing it around their neck so they don't lose it

[sapphsorrows]

cosmetic plastic surgeons do not give a fuck about you. their offices are like assembly lines. they do not care about you. they do not care about your feelings. they only care about how much money they can make off of your insecurities.

this especially includes so-called "gender affirming" cosmetic surgeons. "oh i found this great surgeon who affirms me" no you did not. you found a snakeoil salesman who is going to have you chasing a dragon you will never catch.

#remember when this started because they wanted to help guys with facial deformities after ww1.... #what happened #capitalism! that's what happened #gender critical #radical feminist #anti plastic surgery