#Extreme negligence

[ms-hells-bells]

You can be in 2024, and die of pneumonia because you're a woman and doctors don't believe you.

[lukazade]

A delivery person comes to Tim's house one day with an age restricted object (like alcohol or something). On this day, Damian also happens to be visiting.

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(Tim opens the door)

Delivery Person: Oh, hey kiddo, is one of your parents in?

Tim: Haha, no (he reaches for the package) do I need to sign for it?

Delivery Person: Oh- woah! (they hold the package away from him) Sorry, no can do, this needs to be collected by an adult. Are your parents in, or should I come back tomorrow?

(A cold gust of wind blows as Tim tries not to be mad about the all-too-common situation)

Tim, sighing: Right. I get it. Hold on.

(Tim goes to the kitchen to get his ID from his bag, but in his irritation, seems to be having trouble finding it in there)

Delivery person (out of sight): Oh! Hey, sorry for the trouble. And you're that kid's... parent?

Damian: Tim? No, I'm his brother.

Tim: 🤨???????

Delivery Person: Oh, cool, that's fine too, could you sign for this?

Damian: Sure?

Delivery Person: Awesome, thank you. Hope you and your little brother have a nice day!

(The delivery person leaves)

Tim (stepping back into the entryway, only to see Damian holding his package, looking extremely confused): ... did you just accept my package?

Damian: Uh? Yes?

Tim: And he didn't ID you..

Damian: I'm not sure what just happened - I was just coming to see why you were taking so long at the door.

Tim, (snatching it out of his hands, his pride wounded): You don't even live here, don't sign for my packages.

Damian (who is just here to innocently hang out with his big brother): ???? 😶??

Tim, grumbling under his breath as he takes the package into the lounge: And who's he calling your younger brother? I'm 24. I'm literally 24. You're barely 20! I don't look that young, screw that guy. I can't believe this. The nerve..

[grahamkennedy]

I'm an alcoholic. Like its not something I talk about a lot because of the crazy stigma around addiction but I've been drinking heavily for several years and I've been in and out of treatment since 2020.

The nastiest bit of medical fatphobia I've experienced was when my alcoholism was at its peak and I was drinking a bottle of gin every night. My doctor at the time told me I should stop drinking, not because of it's effects on my brain, liver, kidneys, etc etc etc, but because it was making me put on weight. I was physically and emotionally dependant on booze and quitting was not an option at the time. But her main worry was that I was getting fat.

Instead of me cutting down my drinking, it made me restrict for several months to maintain a "healthy" BMI and now I'm at an increased risk of early onset dementia because eating less (or nothing) while binge drinking for extended periods of time is really dangerous.

The fatphobia addicts experience, whether it be the stigma of their addictions making them gain weight, or the stigma of addicts putting on weight if they get sober (have you seen the way some people talk about Pete Doherty's weight gain?), is definitely killing people and making them sick, and it's something no one ever talks about.

[c0ntaminxted]

non mentally sick people won't understand why struggling people do the things that they do

I had a really distressing thought about my mom about something she did pretty recently and I don't think she'll ever have any real sympathy for me and my struggles

a couple of weeks ago she saw my scars and asked me what were they even though I already told her what they were, what my problem is, and that I wanted her help with my mental health earlier last year (2024, for those who still hasn't grasped that it's 2025. it's okay, neither have I) and yk what she told me? she told me it was stupid that I resorted to hurting myself instead of going to her. in fact, the day that she asked me again what the scars were, she yelled at me for not "communicating" with her. which is crazy, because she's proven to me my entire life that she'll never truly help me, or believe me, even if I did tell her what's wrong. she doesn't understand that I don't tell her stuff because I'm scared of her. she doesn't take criticism, and she doesn't think she's done anything bad to me in my life.

even if the issue is somewhat unrelated to her, she'd still make me feel stupid for having negative feelings about whatever it was.

she doesn't even understand why I want to go to therapy. she doesn't understand why I want to kill myself. she doesn't understand why I'm anxious, why I'm paranoid. she doesn't understand why I'm tired. she doesn't understand why I get moody. she doesn't understand shit

and she never wants to hear why I act the way that I do. so why does she think that I'll go to her for the problems that she's mainly caused?

so, anyway. tbh, even if I do go to therapy, she probably won't be happy that I'm trying to get help from somebody, because it's not her that I considered to go to first. she won't understand why I'm going, and she won't be happy that I'm going in the first place.

[gingermintpepper]

hey I hope you’re doing ok!! For the ask game, 🌈? Also perhaps ☔️?💧, even?

Hello hello, thank you for participating ☆ Once again, I can't comment on whether or not this extract is particularly fluffy but I do think it's rather sweet and it's definitely romantic so I think it's good for filling out both 🌈 and 💧!! It's an extract from what I've tentatively dubbed my 'Women and Apollo' doc which is essentially just a big running document I have dedicated to exploring themes and dynamics between Apollo and the women he's been entangled with! This extract in particular is from my Melia section 🥰

The night is a cold sheet spread across her shoulders. She wakes in pieces; first, her flesh, bracketed between the raw heat of Phoebus' bare chest and the sharp sting of the night air's fangs, then her mind, pleasure's fleeting haze quickly swept aside by panic then worry then guilt. What would Kaanthos say if he could see her now, bare breasted and stained in a male-god's desire? What would Father? No doubt she would have to cede the seat of the temple to Kaanthos. How could a carnal woman serve the people after all? And her river - oh, her sweet river! Would his waters even deign to soothe her scales when she was so completely drenched in the scent of a sky-god?

How foolish she's been, throwing everything away just because of some sweet words and a pretty face. Maybe Kaanthos truly did deserve the temple after all. Maybe Melia didn't deserve such a treasure if she was so easily seduced.

She sniffles softly, slipping gently from Phoebus' loose grip. His heat wafts off his skin like the warmth of a well-tended hearth, it lingers in her bones as she kneels in the grass of this unfamiliar field. It makes the sear of shame dig that much deeper into her heart. Phoebus had listened well to her warnings. He'd carried her someplace far away from flowing water, somewhere distant where her brother's scrying eyes could not reach. The tears welling in her eyes finally fall as she turns this way and that, utterly and completely lost without a source of water to follow. How could she return now? Even she was not bold enough to have the man she planned to reject take her back to her father's house.

Stupid girl. Foolish. How could she have been so short sighted?

"Melia?"

His voice is laden with sleep's husk, his arm makes little grabs at the grass searching for her shape. She swallows her tears and bids her voice to not betray her, "Here I am, my lord. You may go back to sleep."

The mildest furrow of his brow. When he turns his head, his hair flows like rich golden oil over the dark grass, "Come here," his hand keeps searching for hers, patting the ground, dragging long fingers over the dirt and frowning when he does not find her. "It is not yet morning, why have you fled so far from my side?"

Melia cannot help but laugh at his visage, clumsy and squinty-eyed, less the graceful gentleman who promised her a taste of change and more a bumbling kitten desperate for its mother's teat. She wipes her tears as quickly as she can muster, "If you but open your eyes, I'm certain you would find me."

He makes a grumbling noise, some cross between a boar's grunt and the crow's deep bellow, "Is this another of your games? I'm much too tired for games Melia." Finally, his finger grazes the edge of her ankle and like a child, he lights up, eyes still stubbornly closed but smile positively radiant, "Ah, there you are!" Diligently, he traces the shape of her leg with his open palm, measuring the smoothness of her calf, the swell of her knee, the broadness of her thigh, then he lays his head upon her, cheek pressed close to her stomach, heated back like warm coals against her skin. "So cool," he murmurs and kisses her stomach, throws his arm around her waist and nuzzles further into her skin, "Tell me when you've need of the water -" a dreadfully wide yawn interrupts him. "- I'll fetch it for you."

Melia finds herself laughing again, just a tiny thing as she runs her fingers through the thick waves of his hair. What is she to do now?

As for a fic idea I'd like to talk about since I don't know if I'll ever write it: Among the many, many, many things I'd like to write but probably never will, I really wish I could just sit down and write a story about Tenes and Hemithea. There's a lot of reasons why I have no plans to ever properly tackle anything regarding the Iliad - chief of which being that there's just too much information and the amount of research would be insane - but a lot of what I would potentially focus on have to deal with people and places Apollo loves and his inability to protect those things throughout the conflict starting with Tenes. I absolutely adore exploring Apollo's paternity in my writing and considering how fiersome Tenes was and how both he and Troilus would die protecting their sisters, I've just always wanted to dig into an exploration of their lives and connection with their father and how Tenes' death specifically would've affected Apollo. Like yeah, I know Troilus is usually the point of focus for such works especially because of the manner in which he was killed, but Tenes was also beloved! Also considering he was originally punished for being falsely accused of sexually assaulting his stepmother, I can't help but want to write his wrath when he realises what it is Achilles intends to do to Hemithea. Alas though, I don't think I'l ever get to do more than think longingly about it, at least right now lmao.

[moonstandardtime]

went downstairs to try n find a snack. was unsuccessful (microwave isnt plugged in bc if too much is plugged in half the outlets stop working. and i dont wanna fuck shit up) so i went back upstairs. still hungry but i finished off my snacks earlier today because i am an insatiable little beast. i enter my room. there is a very large roach on the floor just chilling there. like it owns the place. i text the roommate groupchat and acquire help. roach is dead. floor is slippery from raid spray. and im still hungry

[radiation]

watched a stream vod of mouthwashing and most of the comments were like "ugh they shouldnt have made jimmy this CrAzY kIlLeR it would have been more interesting if he was just a selfish narcissist not insane" but like literally none of the plot would have happened at all if that was the case. you dont try to commit murder suicide because youre egotistical? idk i feel like those ppl totally misunderstood the game. i do agree that a lot of the metaphor was laid on way too thick tho at points

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[boyswillbedogz]

usually i only lore drop to my parents after ive done something bad which is lowkey funny. yeah it was traumatic as hell but at this point im just bein manipulative n yer letting me.

[throughdarkeningskies]

that classic problem with a teen character where their parents have to be absent in order to let the story progress, but simultaneously their absence causes a rift in the story too large not to address

[ilmtest]

Be In The Middle

Then he (ie: al-Ḥasan al-Baṣrī) said: “By Allah - whom there is no deity worthy of worship except Him - your Sunnah is between al-ġālī wa ʿl-jāfī (ie: exaggeration and negligence).” ثم قال: سنتكم والله الَّذِي لا إله إلا هو بينهما بين الغالي والجافي Ibn Rajab, Majmūʿ Rasāʾil 1/323 ابن رجب، مجموع رسائل ١/٣٢٣ https://shamela.ws/book/95735/407 @ilmtest [https://t.me/ilmtest]

[andromedasummer]

been very slowly going through the phryne fisher novels (on blood and circuses rn) and its reminded me of one of the episodes in season 2 of the tv adaptation (i think? maybe season 3) where the plot revolved around university students at a Melbourne college abd the murder of a professor, and one of the main characters who is briefly posited as a murder suspect is an autistic woman working as a student helper to the professor (its not like. explicitly said bcos the show is set in the 1930s) and its somehow... one of the more accurate and sensitive depictions of an autistic person ive seen in tv media? shes shown to be stand-offish and awkward and uncomfortable in social situations and the character that torments her about this is very clearly The Bad Person And Asshole. When questioning her about the murder Phryne actively finda a way to talk to her in a way shes comfortable with (both nose to nose against a wall, some distance from one another, not making eye contact, speaking quietly because this entire situation has pretty much sent her into a meltdown ). when they realize shes at risk of being harmed phryne has her stay at her home. shes shown to be incredibly passionate about her area of study in the university (a bit of it plays into the savant stereotype which is one of the few issues prevalent in media about autistic people like the good doctor, etc, but uts not presented as like "oh shes autistic BUT shes really smart about this thing and basically a superhero so its okay") shes shown to have specific dietary requirements shes adamant about (jam sandwiches only.) and the other characters are like "oh! weird. actually, thats not my business. let me grab you one." and she develops a really lovely friendship with phryne that ties into the whole plot and motive for the murder (another professor killing the murdered professor so he can prevent information which disprove his biological and sociological research which is based entirely on eugenics and psuedoscience, which the murder victim found disgusting and didnt want taught when his assistants existence literally disproved that bullshit) and i don't know how to finish this i guess i wasnt expecting a genuine attempt at properly representing autistic people in this show about murders in the 1930s

[katyspersonal]

Also guys, if you've sent me something in Discord, I have not seen it. I've had Discord closed for several days now because that app just makes me feel worse when I feel socially withdrawn, and in general I am mostly offline these days (you could tell..) . (I also got like 10 asks about ships....... I will get to them but huge amount of positive engagement makes me feel shy)

[elibeeline]

Me when i realise my chronic mental illness is in fact chronic and im dealing with this shit for the rest of my life

[justadiva]

p sure the tulkun from avatar the way of the water were named after Tilikum the seaworld orca

[giantkillerjack]

just got my wife off first thing in the morning and tbh i am going into this day with a hell of a sense of accomplishment

[n--n]

Can’t sleep so I’m reading a really good pjo fanfic exploring an older Percy and his trauma in little vignettes and the author sprinkled in some explorations of the implications of Lupa eating the “failed” demigods and in the latest one it’s implied Percy had her kidnapped and is killing her slowly and now I’m like. Hold On Buddy you were doing so good until now.

I initially really liked the execution but having Percy torment/kill her is so so silly to me. Like idk maybe Lupa ate those kids bc 1.She has what, like a hundred others to take care of 2.is it not more merciful to just swiftly kill the demigod instead of letting it die randomly to a monster or of starvation /neglect bc she isn’t caring for it. Yeah the monster will eat the kid too but it’ll just as easily torment them for a long time before finally eating them. I can’t remember how old demigods are when they go to her but it’s really young iirc so she’s probably doing a lottt of work raising them even with magic god powers. I just think it’s a stretch to give her such a brutal fate bc she was doing her gods given job. Like if Zeus/Jupiter wanted to hire more caregivers he fucking could and Percy could have strong armed him into it but no let’s blame the literal animal mother for making an animal decision animals do. Ancient Roman mothers made that decision too in the myths do you know how many myths start with “x was abandoned in the woods/cliff/bears to die by their parents”?!? So if anything Lupa’s demigod kid murdering has more to do with her animal nature and enforcement of antiquated Roman rules in the modern age than it would with her being an evil baby eater.

Like yeah it sucks but I don’t see Percy taking in every single demigod no matter what personally like she has to. (It’s almost as if that’s impractical and a massive burden for one person!). In the fic series he has great mentorship/bonding with some demigods and literally adopted one but that’s //one//. He’s not the one doing all the chores and menial tasks to keep the camp demigods alive he just visits makes sure they’re treated well gives advice and leaves to be depressed in these fics.

And another thing! Like yeah she’s a god and can split her consciousness but how far can she go she only has so much energy as a minor god. Idk idk it just really rubbed me the wrong way, it’s not a deal breaker for me but I guess it just annoys me that the story seems to hate her for making a normal decision for wild animals to make that’s sanctioned by (and thus the blame should go to) Jupiter/Zeus anyways. That’s a law/culture/lack of extra caregiving support problem not a Lupa specific problem. Why is Chiron given a pass for his neglect and endangering of the demigods but Lupa isn’t?

Anyways I’m probably tired enough to sleep now moral of the story is Lupa Did Nothing Wrong