Artsy depression: haunted eyes, good at art, emo hair and eyeliner on point
Actual Depression: bloodshot eyes, no longer trust themselves with pencils, has not showered in five days
Quirky OCD: organized books, clean room, color coordinated outfits
Actual OCD: Intrusive thoughts, flipping the light switch 8 times so you don’t stab your brother, picking holes in your skin
Cute eating disorders: Slim trim and beautiful, shyly refusing a second helping, dancer aesthetic
Actual eating disorders: Puffy cheeks and eroded teeth from excessive vomiting, hair growing over your freezing body and refusing to eat carrots because they’re too high in carbs
Adorable anxiety: just a smol bean, soft, must be protected from the world
Actual anxiety: crying so hard you throw up, shaking, losing sleep over a period after the “okay”
RPG PTSD: flashbacks, vietnam, u don’t know what i’ve been through kiddo
Actual PTSD: Buying your first pregnancy test at twelve, flinching at high fives, i can’t feel my hands where am I what year is it
Cartoon ADHD: look a squirrel, something shiny, fidgety loveable bufoon
Actual ADHD: rereading the same page over and over because it doesn’t make sense, hasn’t done the laundry in four months, hyperfocusing on a mushroom knowing you have work to do
stop making terrifying realities seem cute. it’s disrespectful for those of us who are actually struggling
just saw someone ask if podfic is really necessary… my dude it is the year of our lord 2018 and every mediocre white man with an external mic records himself talking shit about your favorite childhood tv shows and gets PAID for it, let me listen to this Voltron fic in peace please
Podfic is absolutely necessary. If I could get away with never reading a fic in text again I would do it in a heartbeat.
My eyeballs are dry, my time resource is thin, my field of fucks is barren, my attention ledger is in the red, my timeturner is too rusty to work past 9PM anymore, and my WiFi is random. If I want to read with my eyes, my To Be Read pile of published books is piled to the ceiling.
If podfic doesn’t work for you, that’s fine, but it’s one of the only things that work for me.
So do let me enjoy fandom a way that is functionally available to me and super fun to boost. Let me enjoy fanworks on public transport, while working, while cleaning dishes, while falling asleep, and while drawing. Let me enjoy a highly personalised, human, fandom-savvy, friendly voice in my ears making me cry in laughter and in pain, hold my thoughts through the good and the bad.
Podfic is an accessibility issue. If I lived somewhere I felt safe to read smut out loud, you bet I’d be recording it.
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