Casual ableism thinks that people who don’t make eye contact can’t be trusted.
Imagine having braces during the apocalypse. no one can take your braces off. And you just have to accept that you’ll have braces forever.
i want a novel focused around a character with braces during the apocalypse and the entire plot of the story revolves around their search for an orthodontist who is still alive and they sort of accidentally save the world in the process
Titled: Brace for It.
i don’t know about you but when i was wee and presented with a future of metal mouthwork, i don’t doubt that i experienced a kind of armageddon. how was i gonna kiss my equally brace-faced crushes? our teeth would inevitably lock together, probably at a pool party, and we’d have to co-swim and awkwardly climb up the pool steps in front of everyone we knew…apocalypse (in a prepubescent, suburban kind of way).
an aesthetic that will never go out of style: making others feel loved, needed, and important
The best part about having a chronic illness is getting to feel guilty about being sick all the time. Two thumbs up.