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Forced Proximity Dialogue Prompts

Haven't done one of these in a while.

this could be the snart of something big

this could be the snort of something pig

I made him into a pin

I LOVE him!!! I hope he serves you well on your travels

FOR DECADES, MANKIND HAS SHARED ONE UNIVERSAL DESIRE, ONE UNIFIED GOAL: TO SIMPLY GET A BITE TO EAT

... HEAVEN OR HELL. LETS ROCK

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Closest match: Nyctalus leisleri genome assembly, chromosome: 8 Common name: Lesser Noctule

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May 31 2016 - Collin Kennedy, who is a cancer patient, used expanding spray foam to disable a parking meter at the Health Sciences Centre in Winnipeg where he gets his treatment. He says the fees are a tax on the sick. [video]

yes!!!!!!!!

Lots of well-intentioned (I hope) but extremely condescending comments in the notes like “maybe don’t film yourself doing crime.” Respectfully… This man knew what he was doing. He didn’t just film himself, he invited media to film him. He did this to make his own statement, with his own voice, with his own face. He wanted himself and his actions to be visible.

Collin Kennedy died in 2018, just two years after this video was taken. What would anonymity have achieved for him in those last two years? Avoiding punishment? His whole point was that these parking fees are already a punishment on the sick.

Is public protest dangerous? Sure. Is it more dangerous than merely existing as a sick or disabled person navigating a hostile healthcare system? I think that is for every individual experiencing it to decide for themselves.

$17,000.

$17,000

$17,000 !!!!!

yeah i think he makes a good point here

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Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, and she’s getting engaged so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves two more, and those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of ‘em’s young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

15 year old me would be so annoyed with 21 year old me for being like I have a lifelong mental illness but I’m essentially symptom free right now and that’s partially because of my medication, but things like regular exercise, keeping a routine, trying to get enough sleep, and changing my attitude really do help keep me stable. but that’s not “do yoga” advice, that’s getting a different perspective as you grow up and I really wish I didn’t dismiss stuff like that as wellness blogger self help book bullshit back then

anyway if you’re a teenager dealing with mental illness, please know that not ALL advice relating to changing your mindset is “if you’re mentally ill just stop 😌” it’s stuff you learn in most forms of therapy

it’s like a fantasy rpg. Getting a plus 5 to your damage doesn’t automatically make everything easy or mean you won’t get your ass handed to you. But it’s better than not having a plus 5 to your damage. And then you get you some +3AC bracers, +7 armor, +5 boots, and it all lets you do the mission that gives you the +10 damage sword and NOW you’re starting to feel like you’ve leveled up a little.

Like. You do the exercise. +5 you barely notice, who cares. But it gives you an extra dice on eating and sleeping rolls, because exercise makes you a little hungrier and more tired. So now you’re eating a bit more and sleeping a little longer, +5 for each, and the whole package is giving you more energy, which you use to keep your body and living space cleaner and better cared for, +10 there. And that’s how you get a nice chunky +25 in your mental health challenge. Just one fourth, but still, fuck yes, take 25 pounds out of my 100 pound backpack as I try to climb these stairs, it’s going to make these next steps easier.

Some people who have been super depressed (including me) have found the chop wood/carry water technique helpful. Perhaps especially if you are the kind of depressed where you are struggling to do things like get out of bed, maintain your hygiene, and eat enough food.

This refers to doing some kind of physical labor that is relatively mindless and repetitive. One which makes your situation and/or the situation of the people around you better. Ideally one that shows progress in a definitive way, that creates a pile, or fills a container or something. Chop Wood and Carry Water.

For me, this was re-shingling the roof at my parents house. It took almost two weeks of me showing up to help my father 8am to 5 or 6 pm with a nice long lunch in the hottest part of the day. And believe me, even though previously I had been struggling to eat anything most days, 5 hours of climbing around a roof swinging a hammer had me eating a lunch for sure. Not only that, but I was drinking a lot more water, hungry for dinner every night, and I was sleeping better and longer. I was showering regularly again. I was getting sunshine, I was breathing fresh air and using my body, and I was helping someone I care about. These things all add up. Two weeks of me getting better food, sleep, hygiene and exercise, not to mention starting every morning looking at all the progress I’d made the day before on something worthwhile, and going to bed every night knowing I had made a positive difference in someone’s life.

That all really really helped take me from bed-ridden at the end of my rope, to on my feet and finding the road to better things. Even in just two weeks, it let me get myself together enough to start doing the next difficult things. I’m not saying do free labor for someone for two weeks and your depression will be cured, let’s be super clear. The point is you improve a life (you own counts) by doing a simple physical activity that involves measurable progress and makes you hungry and tired. There are a lot of tiny to medium benefits squirreled away in this equation and they all stack. It doesn’t fix you, it puts you in a better position to fix yourself.

So sure, I’ve hated the way some people have told me I should just get some exercise or whatever as if I can simply fix my depression by doing some pushups. But also, sometimes it’s less that the advice is bad, and more that it might be okay advice, but given incorrectly.

The worst thing you can do, as someone who has recently realised they are transfem, is to let terves and transphobes convince you cis women will never accept you.

I was told that when I came out everyone would reject me. That I would find myself isolated from the world, and from other women especially, who would react to me with horror and revulsion.

In reality, within the first months of coming out, in no particular order:

My sister's reaction on my coming out was, "Right, so I have a sister instead of a brother. Cool. I'm taking you clothes shopping tomorrow."

A friend, when she learned I am a woman, immediately invited me to her women-only, girls-night-out birthday party the following week.

Another friend, when a friend of hers expressed doubts about my gender, immediately shut them down and reaffirmed I am a woman.

I went camping with a group of friends, and we had two tents, one for the boys and one for the girls; I was unsure as to which I should enter, to which a girl friend responded by grabbing me and physically dragging me inside the women's tent.

In the women's bathroom at a movie theatre a random woman, whom I'd never seen before and haven't seen since, stopped me as I was going into a stall, to warn me there was no toilet paper in there, because she'd just used the last of it.

All of these, and more, some from friends, some from complete strangers. All within a few months, as a trans woman who hadn't started medical transition yet, and was very visible as being a trans woman.

I've had some people reject me, true, but the vast majority, including almost all cis women, accepted me as a sister with open arms.

Cis women are cool. It's terves who are bigots.

I needed to see this today

This panic happens like every few months.

i made a character sheet. free to use as you wish, feel free to change whatever you want XD open source ass thing. spent all of ~maybe an hour on it.

Credit: the text in the insert-image box comes from this video, and the text for the top three lines (intense, complex, fruity) comes from this post. The actual image was made with the free NBOS character sheet creator, which is a sort of dated but free and solid text-layout sheet maker intended for ttrpg style character sheet creation.

this is GENUINELY one of the best character development sheets I've ever seen. Cuts right to the core of what you and your readers will glom onto, doesn't waste time on details that don't directly affect the narrative. Stupendous. Effervescent. Finally, some good fucking food

look at her

if you're on instagram get off that thing and go outside

if you're on tumblr hold fast and keep scrolling soldier

fuck i can’t believe i wasted my entire life being moved by art and beauty and the indomitable human spirit ugh i should’ve been making money through internet scams

if you have OCD that moralistic post it not about you. keep scrolling. i love you

yeah even the one that gave you that sinking terror and has you planning your penance behavior and going through your whole life trying to identify when you did whatever it said about prejudice or abuse or whatever. it's not about you they don't know you and they certainly don't care about you

I'm dying.