I love soup. It's my special interest. soup soup SOUP! (he/him) 24, I write for TSP and Good Omens. I'm the author of the 'Human Experince' project, and 'Rainbow Wings'. Comissions are open! 1/3 slots filled.
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hi guys. everything feels so bad and i want to scream and cry. but i will keep seeking joy anyway. love you bye
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>"nobody's gonna help you in the real world!!"
>go outside
>love and support in many places as long you have the courage to ask for it
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Post of strength for all people heading into battle this Thursday as the singular person holding the fabric of the family together.
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3 transphobic arguments to be aware of (so you don't go down the alt right pipeline)
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Easily one of the most important videos I've seen since the election.
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one thing about me is i am not doing so well
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the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world
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trans day of i love you, written in memory and honor of those lost at Club Q, November 19, 2022. This poem is featured in my book, The Weeds Grow Anyway.
I'm wishing all trans people reading this a day of tenderness, joy, love. We deserve better holidays. May our grief be soft on us.
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If we had universal basic income, would you still work?
#probably#routines help with my mental health#the best gig i did over the summer was 8AM-12PM#got me out of the house on a regular basis#i felt productive and had the rest of the day to myself to do other things#i'd work#but i'd never work more than four hours at a time
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idk who needs to hear this but if you have been putting something off bc it doesn't need to be done until the end of the month. we are almost done with the teens we are approaching the big numbers (the twenties). that date shall dawn upon you swiftly and without mercy before you know it. psa for everyone except me i got plany off time
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The temptation, when adapting a really iconic detective, is to delve into his personal backstory. That's the devil talking.
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Here me very clearly. It's time to confidently walk towards the version of you that you’ve been waiting for. Let go of everything blocking your path, at all costs.
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If it works out that’s fantastic and if it doesn’t it was still a learning experience and nothing is eternally damaging so long as you have the ability to breathe and change course when need be and you shouldn’t compare yourself to anyone else because we are all on entirely different timelines and rejection is redirection and if something doesn’t work out something better can always supplant it and life is too short not to surround it w people who truly love you and you can always find your people no matter what stage of life you’re in and there are too many people in this world for you to settle and nothing that happened in your life is pointless bc it shaped you into exactly who you are today and you can break the cycle whenever you choose to and it’s fine and it’ll work out and you’ll be alright and I love you
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they don’t tell you this but you can take steps to improve your life all the time. even when you’re feeling absolutely miserable. even when it doesn’t pay off immediately. do you guys know about this
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you ever speak to your best friend and it just absolutely centres you. oh yeah none of that shit matters. I love you
#that happened to me recently actually#post-election i was dead set on leaving the USA as fast as possible#to the point of choosing to graduate early and work extra hours to buy plane tickets#no plans no one waiting for me on the other side#(this wasn't really what was going to happen it was a panic response)#(but the strongest one i'd had in a long time)#i spent several days looking at my apartment and planning on getting rid of everything i could#i emailed both my job and my housing to see what would happen if i graduated early#(they're both connected to my status as a student)#i also told almost everyone what my plans were#it was. bad.#and then i visited my friend for the weekend.#if things work out i'll move in with him post-graduation#and as i settled in my brain cleared#like fucking mist dissipating in the sun#'oh! i remember now'#'i know where i want to be'#'i have a chance of building a home with him'#the panic response died down#and now i know in my bones that i won't be leaving until i'm forced out#but mostly there was love for my friend and a sense of relief#good post op
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The narrator gets stuck on Babysitting duty for a non-verbal, but very mischievous toddler. (Please, and thank you.)
The narrator is quite surprised when his protagonist, Stanley, is suddenly replaced with someone who very much is not Stanley.
The child can't be more than two to three years old. It sits dressed in a little suit and tie, and spins the office chair in circles.
"Oh, oh dear. What's this now?" The narrator says, clearly worried. "Who are you? Where's Stanley?"
The toddler pays him no mind. It lets out a contented noise as it gains momentum, continuing to spin.
"Young human, I expect you to pay attention." Nar scolds sternly. "Where is Stanley?"
The toddler blinks up at where the narrator's voice is coming from, scrunches its nose, tries to get out of the chair, falls on its face, and emits a loud wail.
The narrator groans. He can't believe he's stuck babysitting this... thing. (He's not very good with children who aren't old enough to sit and listen.)
"Well, you'll have to do for a protagonist, I suppose." He complains.
The child is still crying. "There, there..." The narrator says, attempting to comfort the toddler. "You get used to it."
The toddler eventually picks itself up off the ground, and toddles out of the office.
"Finally. When... er- when-" He hesitates, not sure if the toddler has a name.
"-When the baby walked... out of the office..." He gives up. He can't take himself seriously.
This tyke ends up being quite mischievous. It giggles as it turns over trash cans and dumps out cups filled with pencils.
"My office!" The narrator says with a groan. "It will take a reset to clean all of that up. Explain yourself, why do you insist on tormenting me?" There's no heat in his tone, though. No sense getting mad at someone with zero impulse control.
The toddler only laughs at poor Nar's misfortune.
"Can you- can you talk?" the narrator ventures. But once more, the small child has wandered off, possibly in search of more trouble to cause.
Eventually, the narrator realizes he can bribe the child with small toys and apple juice.
What he doesn't predict is the naturally resulting sugar high and overstimulation.
The child runs around in circles, tossing papers into the air.
It's not very long before the narrator is at his wits end. In an act of desperation he teleports the toddler to the zen room (with the door to the staircase missing, of course. He's grumpy, not a monster.)
The toddler is immediately entranced by the lights, and begins to settle down.
"This is my favorite room." The narrator says, not expecting an answer. "It makes me happy." His usual syntax and verbal patterns are replaced with something simpler, that a child would be able to understand.
The toddler relaxes for a time. And eventually falls asleep.
Nar lets out a quiet sigh of relief. "What's with this sassy lost child?" He muses to himself.
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