#apologies if this is wrong

[numba-1-scout-blog]

Heya Scout-- quickly question, out of all your older brothers, which one is your favorite? Just a silly lil' question from a silly lil' anon!

-🫀🍺

Hey bud!!

Ok well- I wasn’t gonna really mention my family but I guess I could mention that!

But don’t tell anyone in my family I said this or even my team mates! I’d never hear the end of it!

Henry is probably one of the greatest guys I know! He was- is always there for me…

Man, I miss my family

You guys sure like asking about them! Ya ain’t some spies tryin to get info outta me, are ya???

[pavelzacha]

enmanuel_2828: who is 47😍😍🤣

tristoncasas: my brother is so cuteeeeee

[thekidsfromyestergay]

Just saw a video like "um actually rocky horror isn't good queer representation because frank sexually assaults janet" girl he kills and eats people. It's called the rocky HORROR picture show not the rocky cute gay rep tw t-slur picture show

[gen-toon]

[cattnipt]

Fucked up looking dog you got there

[krashlite]

Something About Shooting the Messenger...

Half concept art and half lighting practice! ueueueu

[crypt-keep]

lil gift for @cryptotheism !

i maybe love ur sona a lot

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[hopeinthebox]

bts + reductress headlines pt.14

[puppyeared]

can i offer you some furries in this trying time

@laikascomet

[jakkenpoy]

[bixels]

tarpit site.

[gotchibam]

Shiny Masquerain & Shiny Aggron ko-fi doodle for cyrus!

[borderlinereminders]

Messing up while trying to learn healthier coping skills or communication skills doesn't mean your progress ceases to exist.

If you lashed out at someone during an argument instead of using your coping skills, it's okay to forgive yourself. If you reacted based on your emotional urge instead of looking at the situation, that's okay. It happens.

No one is perfect all the time. I think we expect so much more of ourselves. In my case, because I felt so ashamed of who I used to be. It makes me feel extra pressure to "do better". But the reality is, people who aren't in recovery mess up too. And sometimes they may not even notice it.

You don't need to beat yourself up about it. In fact, beating yourself up about it doesn't really help anyone. You can learn from it. Was there something going on that made it harder to use your coping skills? Was there a certain trigger? Maybe a bad day? Take your new knowledge and move forward.

Your progress still very much exists. I promise.

[niinnyu]

No one's coming.

I couldn't help but also think of the secondary anti-capitalist tone under the enabler-culture commentary of the story. How there's no way a company supplying mouthwash that was okay sending 5 people in a ship with 4 non functioning cryo-pods is coming back to save anyone. A company that did announce that it was laying everyone off and shutting down 20 years ago to boot. The cryo-pods were formality and nothing more.

[ninyard]

Jean turning to Jeremy at some point throughout the trilogy, when they’re in their pottery class, and they’re just talking about what they’re making.

“it’s hard to work it, the…” and his brain draws a blank. He can’t remember the word in English.

“Clay?” Jeremy offers him, because he knows what he means.

Jean nods, because he’s right, and he continues to work on the wheel. They sit in silence for a moment before Jean has to dip his sponge in some more water, or grab some more clay or something, and without looking up he says, “Argile.”

Jeremy knows it’s French, but still he asks, “What does that mean?”

“Clay,” Jean repeats it how Jeremy said it first, close to putting on an American accent. “It was only coming to me in French.”

Jeremy’s stomach fills with butterflies and a giddy feeling; Since the day they met, Jean was so clear that he would never teach Jeremy French, he would never speak to him in French, and begged him never to try and speak it himself. But so casually he offers him a word, and Jeremy doesn’t want to push it, but still he repeats it back to him.

Jean looks up then, some smug or annoyed or disgusted look on his face at the awful attempt at the French accent, and says it again. They go back and forth once or twice and Jeremy tries to copy the way he says it, before, somewhat satisfied, Jean nods and goes back to the piece he was working on. Jeremy has to force himself to stop smiling so Jean doesn’t realise how big of a deal it is to him.