i’ve stopped trash talking comic sans after learning the font is actually one of the only dyslexia-friendly fonts that come standard with most computers and i advocate for others doing the same
In the event that you would like to continue hating Comic Sans, other dyslexia-friendly alternatives include Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, Century Gothic and Trebuchet.
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Random fact: Verdana is one of the few fonts which was specifically designed to be as easy to read as possible, even at smaller type sizes. It was designed this way for use on screen, but the same principles apply in print too. This is part of why some Universities use Verdana as their default font for documents.
“In the event that you would like to continue hating Comic Sans” is one of the best things I’ve ever read on this website
Century Gothic and Trebuchet are both quite handsome typefaces.
I’m partial to Century Gothic as well. It’s serif, but not boring.
There’s also a dyslexic font designed especially for dyslexic people to read.
You can install on your tablets, laptops and browers etc, so not only can you change things like documents into it, you can change websites into that font as well!
I’m sure you’re bright enough to do a google search, but since I’m dumb enough to forget to post a link, here it is. Better late than never
they look like they just realized they got on the big scary rollercoaster instead of the little kid rollercoaster and are panicking because it’s too late to get off and they werent emotionally prepared for it
Christ in the Storm on the Sea of Galilee (details, inv.) 1695 Oil on canvas, 58.4 × 72.4 cm Indianapolis Museum of Art Ed. and Digital Restoration Orig. (x)
“Pleasantly Blue”, 4 Non Blondes, Bigger, Better, Faster, More!
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and plushies and bruising oh my, Megamind wakes up in shambles without an ounce
of recollection of last night. Minion tries to help him piece it together.
The first thing he feels is his stomach rolling. He’s not sure if he’s
hungry, or needing to throw up really, really badly. Most likely both.
The second thing he feels is his head splitting in half. With the throbbing of
each of his heartbeats there is a lightning bolt of pain striking his skull,
from behind one ear crossing around the back of his head to the other,
pulsating with each pump of his heart.
The third, is how it feels like he’s dying. Truly dying. His heart races as if
it will give out at any moment, since it’s currently at 109 beats per minute.
To the average human, that rate would be the result of an arbitrary exercise
regimen, a brisk stroll through the park if you will.
However, being as the resting heartrate for the all-inclusive Megamind was
clocked in at 36 beats per minute, it sure did feel like one hell of a heart
attack.
He’s having difficulty opening his eyes, feeling as if they’ve been glued shut
somehow, and regardless of the strain he puts into it he feels his efforts are fruitless.
They remain closed.
He listens intently, the gentle hum of electricity surging through the walls
being the only familiar sound. He can feel the delicate caress of silk on his
skin, the weight of a blanket or comforter pulled up to his chin and tucked underneath
his right leg. His head feels to be at an elevated angle, his left leg hanging
idly off the mattress with his booted foot planted firmly on the floor.
He racks his brain for any recollection of the previous night, any hint to his
whereabouts or what led him to his current situation. Reaching up with nimble
fingers the weight of gravity fights against his arm as he tries to feel his
face, finally forcing his eyes open to view his surroundings.
There’s an air of familiarity to the teal covers on the bed he’s resting on,
the lilac toned walls drawing nothing but a thoughtless blank from his mind. He
turns his head as far as the angry little elf hammering away in his skull
allows him to, coming face to face with a smiling whale shark on the pillow next
to him.
He blinks for a few seconds, then decides to succumb to the welcoming call of
deep slumber, letting his eyelids fall prey to the enticing lure of gravity
when a booming WHAM from behind him makes him lose all sense of security,
snapping his head quickly towards the source of the sound that sends a fresh
blooming pain across his field of vision.
“What in the unholy hell?” he mutters to himself as he slowly looks over his
shoulder again, finding his Minion hunched over a gym bag while leaning into a
wall at the edge of the room.
“Sorry Sir, didn’t mean to wake you,” his connate says with a sheepish smile.
“Oh, that’s quite alright Minion,” Megamind assures him with a faint smile, a
wave of relief flooding through the piscean.
Then their faces turn quite the opposite.
“You didn’t wake me so much as GAVE ME A GOD DAMN HEART ATTACK YOU NIT!”
Megamind angrily proclaims, somehow finding the strength to yank the covers
over his head dramatically.
setepenre-set 
