#help i can't stop putting them in situations.

[fandomohana]

When I was a teenager, I had a suicidal moment, bad enough for my parents to call the police, they didn't know who else to call.

So there I am a 5'3 chubby teenager feeling the weight of the world crushing down on my shoulders, wanting to just crawl out of my skin and escape, and in comes a cop with his full arsenal on.

He immediately looked annoyed, like he had been put out by being called to our house. He got close, and told me in a loud voice that I had better not be doing this for attention! That if he was called out again for me, he would put me in the back of the car, and take me to the hospital!

I was a cowering mess, absolutely terrified, authority figures have always scared me. I agreed, I stopped crying if I remember correctly, and sort of shut down.

What that did to me was tell me I couldn't trust anyone. I had to face the monsters by myself, because the people I'd been taught my entire life were there to help me, were going to treat me like a monster, and lock me away in a hospital.

That threat has lived in my head for at least 20 years, that I had better not be faking to get attention, that I can't trust people with my fear, and vulnerability.

My mom has promised me she will never call the police if I'm in one of those situations again, I had a friend call on my behalf once, that officer just seemed uncomfortable...and my mom called in 2017, but sent them away when she saw how traumatized I was, and promised me she wouldn't call them again.

I can't help thinking what would have happened had a social worker shown up. If someone who was trained to listen, to care, would have talked to me, helped me realize these feelings are real and valid, but that my life matters, and as scary as things were that night, that the night doesn't last forever. Maybe I'd be in a better place, able to trust people who want to help, not afraid of hospitalization because I'd be able to talk these things out without fear. But what happened happened, and it still lives in my head.

I’d like to tell you a little story today about why a lot of problems need social workers, not cops.

a long long time ago…like 2010, I worked 2nd shift (2pm-10pm) in a homeless shelter. I worked on a floor specifically for men with addiction and mental health problems. For most of the shift, I was the only staff working. Most of the time, the job was chill to the point of being boring. My job was to do the little things that needed doing, and be always ready to respond if shit went down. Most of the time, nothing much happened.

So one day I’m sitting at my little desk, trying to get up the motivation to organize the food pantry a little bit, and I head SCREAMING.

By the time I’m on my feet, one of the residents was in view. Dude was 6ft 4, with a shaved head, and a SOLID build. He was screaming down the hall, and in his raised fist he had, I shit you not, a blood-covered meat cleaver. He was spattered in blood all over. I knew the man- I knew all the residents. He mostly kept to himself. Sometimes he’d talk to me about his hallucinations and paranoid delusions. (no question these ones were delusions, kids. Man eating pythons can not fit in a half inch radiator pipe.) He had a history of getting pretty worked up.

Switch the camera around 180 degrees. I was 120 lbs and 5ft 4 on a good day, and all by my self. Totally unarmed.

Ask yourself- what would an armed cop do in that situation- alone, with a huge man running at them with a huge bloody knife?

I’m not gonna pretend for one second that my fight and flight instincts didn’t kick in. The ancient parts of my brain that exist to protect me from danger by fleeing or killing something saw this and screamed a great big NOPE.

But by this point I had like 8 years of other training, to. De-escalation training. Training on keeping a cool head in a scary situation. Training that reminded me that I was responsible for the safety of the other 17 men who called this floor their home.

Training that told me that this man was my responsibility, not my enemy.

In short, the opposite of what many police departments train their officers in. They are trained to view people as hostile, to treat their beat like a war zone. To act immediately. I wont say none of them have de-escalation training, but I will say it’s a bit of a useless add-on when they’re taught to go with their gut feeling of whether or not a situation is dangerous.

Because my gut sure as hell perceived a danger.

Anyways, I didn’t run, and I didn’t attack. I rooted my feet and I asked him what was going on.

That was when I saw that he was weeping. He was terrified.

He had bought a new cooking knife off the tv- he liked cooking, and had been looking at it. But one of the side effects of his meds made him clumsy, and he’d dropped it. He’d sliced open the back of his knee, where there’s a huge vein or artery or something- and was bleeding a LOT. 

He was understandably alarmed at the river-like quantity of blood gushing out of him, and had run to the nearest help- me.

In his rush and his fear, he’d just forgotten to put the damn knife down.

The other residents had, thankfully, all stayed in their rooms, because a month before I’d got on several people’s cases for coming out to defend me- with the very best of intentions- during a previous incident. Their motives were good, but de-escalating a situation when other people are ready to throw hands is WAY harder. I’d told them to keep their buts in their rooms unless I actually called for help, and God bless them, every single one of them had done it.

This is the point when I called for help. One of the residents got the first aid kit. One called an ambulance. One gave me the literal shirt off his back because our damn first aid kit didn’t have a tourniquet so we ripped the shirt up to make one.

We helped calm the poor injured guy down, and he got a few stitches, and everybody was proud of how we’d come together to help each other out.

Nobody was hurt beyond that one initial injury. Nobody was traumatized. If anything, the guy who’d been hurt was happier, more engaged with the rest of us, having seen that everyone here would take care of him when he was in need. He hadn’t had much care given to him in his life.

So when you see meme’s of “lol what are those social workers gonna do NOW huh?” please remember that 1) we’ve been out here doing this work ANYWAYS and 2) We’ve been doing it unarmed and level headed, which is better than the cops.

Now, does social work ALSO need reform? Does social work ALSO contain racism and ableism and every other social evil? You bet! Just look at…like anything to do with CPS to look at how these systems break down.

But do not use social workers de-escalation training as some kind of “gotcha” to prove we need armed and militant enforcers on every damn corner. And please don’t let others do it, either.

A better way is possible.

[strrykais]

───〃★ his royal duty

contains mature themes (S)

♯┆pairing - bodyguard!changbin x princess!reader

♯┆summary - when rebels break in overnight into your castle, your personal guard changbin has his duty to keep you protected. hours locked in, in one of the safe rooms, you decided to take it upon yourself to finally jump on the chance to finally get him under you.

♯┆word count - 1.1k

♯┆author's note - heya guys finally put this out for ya! if you have any requests for written stuff dont be afraid to send in any asks !!

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you could feel the way changbin was sneaking glances at you. it got you thinking maybe just maybe you can finally get him right where you want him after months of trying. you weren't sure if he was just ignoring you because of your status or he was just oblivious.

you disliked when your parents at first told you that you were going to get a personal guard, as the rebel attacks were starting to become more frequent. your parents were scared for your safety.

but when you first laid eyes on changbin you were almost thankful that the rebels were attacking. you did everything to get his attention, but your favorite was asking him to help you out of your dresses.

"don't you have maids for this?" he would always ask as his fingers lightly grazed the soft skin on your spine, sending shivers down your back. "i've sent them off, it's just you and i." you almost smile as you watch him shift behind you from the mirror.

now you watch him avoiding your intense eyes while you both wait out the rebel attack happening up above. at first you were upset that you didn't grab anything to completely cover up, but changbin quickly reacted by giving you a thin blanket to cover up.

you could help but smile at the situation he always tries to get out of, you alone with him.

"changbin, i'm pretty cold. maybe we should huddle for warmth."

watching him squirm in his seat across from you, "i'll let you take mine." he gently lays the blanket over the table for you to grab.

"do you repulse me that much, where we can't even touch?" now you were kind of pissed, you were clearly obvious with your intentions.

changbin rolls his neck, "look princess, that can't happen so whatever scenarios you got going on in that pretty little head, it's not gonna happen." leaning back on the chair crossing his arms.

you smile, you stopped listening "so you do think i'm pretty."

"is that all you got from that?"

"come on, one time. i obviously won't tell anyone, and nobody would know. you literally have a princess on her knees asking to have sex with her."

"it doesn't look like you are on your knees." he says, spreading his legs further as if telling you to get there.

you were on your feet in an instant, walking over to him. he stops you before you kneel down, grabbing the blanket on the table and placing it down for you. "i can't have a princess on the hard floor."

positioning yourself between his legs, you were buzzing your whole body vibrating with anticipation. you knew you wanted him badly but you both have even begun and you could feel the wetness pooling in your underwear. you slowly reach out pulling at his pants, eager to take them off.

as changbin lifts his hips to help you lower them, his dick slaps against his abdomen, which brings a smile to your lips. "looks like i'm not the only one who is feeling excited."

before letting him get a word out you reach out to grab the base of his dick, kissing at his tip. licking the pre-cum dripping out from his tip. he sucks in a breath as you slowly lick the vein from his base to tip, engulfing him whole as he reaches the back of your throat.

changbin was trying so hard to not hurt you, letting you bob your head as far as you can, while using your much smaller hands to rub the part that could not fit. changbin could take it anymore, mumbling a sorry gripping your hair shoving your face further down, while completely standing up now thrusting hard into the back of your throat.

"fuck, its so nice having you shut up for once. just s-stay there and take it, princess."

gripping the back of his thighs, moaning out around him. changbin never talked back, or even questioned you, always so submissive, but now you were seeing this different side of him. the ache between your legs was getting to be too much, reaching down to try to relieve that pain, changbin pulls you completely off of him. you gasp, eyes shooting open staring up at him.

"did i say you can touch yourself, princess. hands behind your back before i punish you." following his orders. "open up pretty." you did exactly what he asked. changbin didn't even give you time, as he shoved himself down your throat. your nose hitting his lower stomach, changbin hearing you gag around him only fueled him to speed up.

"fuck baby im gonna cum." changbin starts to pull out of your mouth only for you to reach out and pull him back in, sucking and bobbing your head. "fuck." he moaned out as he came.

changbin slumped down onto the chair, head leaned back, eyes closed. taking this opportunity you climbed into his lap, position yourself over him as you sink down. his eyes pop open when he feels your warm walls sucking him in. rocking your hips slowly against him, you start to bounce on him. changbin groans, wrapping his hands around your waist, helping you bounce faster on him.

"fuck you are tight baby, sucking me in so nicely." he says lifting his hips up to match your movements.

you lean down to plant a kiss on his lips, chanbin leans up to meet you. moaning into your kiss, changbin kisses down your jaw, planting kisses onto your neck, lightly nipping at it, scared to leave marks for your parents to see.

you could feel your climax approaching, burying your face into changbin, legs getting tired. "i'm gonna cum."

"cum for me baby, god please cum for me." he says breathlessly trying not to lose himself in how perfect you fit around him. like you were made for him.

"fuck changbin oh my god." you screamed out, legs becoming jelly as changbin holds you up,, the feeling of you pulsing around him, brings him over the edge as his movements falter and with his last stroke he buries himself deep into you. you can feel his cum filling you up, causing you to moan out.

"damn if i knew your pussy was this good, i would've taken your advances long ago." he says out, patting your hair softly as you come down from your high.

you laugh out loud lightly hitting his side, "so you were playing dumb." 

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[nightislandnoveltymug]

I was writing a reply about Marius deciding not to rescue Armand from the Children of Darkness when he heard about him from Raymond Gallant, because he believed that Armand couldn't be dissuaded from his faith, and I re-read the discussions Marius has with Bianca about it, and now I'm just utterly messed up about this parallel, and the way it's even underscored with similar phrasing:

Insist that he come here to be with you. I can't put this coherently yet but I can't stop thinking about how Marius was so jealous of Ivan, to a degree that confused himself. And now I can't help but wonder if he knew that what Ivan had felt, which led him to insist, demand, physically fight invading forces until they shot him so full of arrows he fell off his horse, and then still run after them on foot — if he somehow knew, in some subconsciously prescient way, that if placed in the same situation, he himself... wouldn't be able to???

[defire]

What if a group of fucked up, sadistic "heroes" took both a whumper and the whumper's Whumpee into their custody? Either knowingly (victim blaming) or unknowingly?

Imagine the Whumpee being put in the same cell as their (old?) whumper,

Is the whumper afraid of what the "heroes" will do to them? Or do they mock the Whumpee still?

Do they try to whump the Whumpee even in their current situation?

The possibilities!

Everybody's asks have me so excited, thank you!

Whumper gets imprisoned with whumpee!

Content: begging, imprisonment, surveillance, sadistic whumpers, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned (reluctant) caretaker, beatings, creepy whumper, whumpee turned whumper

"Not together--wait! Don't leave us together, please!" Whumpee screaming after their captors as they leave.

As soon as the doors close whumper immediately takes whumpee by the collar, slamming them into the wall, "what did you fucking tell them?!"

"well isn't this nice... Just the two of us."

Whumpee backing to the corner of the cell and taking exactly the space in which they sit, leaving the rest of the space for whumper to claim.

Whumper thrown back in the cell after "interrogation", bruised and exhausted, slumping down against the far wall with a grunt of pain. "How does it feel?" Whumpee asks. Whumper just groans a "fuck you."

Whumper scooting closer and closer to whumpee, making whumpee extremely uncomfortable... Especially when they glance at whumper and see a hopeful smile on their face.

"Whumpee, whumpee... You know these guys right? So, how do you get on their good side?"

Whumpee torn between making friends with their only cellmate and getting revenge on whumper, snapping angrily at them while they roughly tend their wounds.

Whumper laughing at whumpee's confusion and egging them on. "Come on, you know you love me."

Whumpee coming back in from being interrogated and slumping down. Whumper smirks at them and whumpee, no longer afraid of them, sighs and buries their head in their arms. "I'm not in the mood."

Whumper silently (annoyed) taking care of whumpee because they need a cellmate to torment.

Whumpee sullenly letting them without looking at whumper.

Whumpee screaming "don't you fucking touch me!"

Whumper's once-frightening flaws now look pathetic in this context. Pushiness becomes begging, "sadist" becomes "creep", pride becomes anxiety. It was always there but whumpee feels stupid for not recognizing it before.

"I can't take it, please, I just want it to stop," whumper is the one in pain now. "Please, whumpee, get them to help me." Whumpee glares sideways at them, delivering one of whumper's own answers back at them. "Tough it out; it's not that bad."

Whumper trying to steal whumpee's blanket and they get into a full-out brawl until whumpee realizes they're beating the crap out of whumper and almost enjoying it. They stop themselves and grab their blanket, and yank away whumper's blanket as well for good measure, stalking back to their corner and huddling up under them.

[gabebrodudeman]

It’s my Twitter handle. It’s my website. And now I’ve named my publishing company after this simple phrase from Luke 10. But why? For me, the phrase grabbed hold of me in high school and I’ve never been able to shake it. The parable of the Good Samaritan is intriguing even to non-Christians as it shows us what it means to truly love our neighbor. It didn’t come from the people who were paid to do it. It didn’t come from the respected religious leaders of the day. In fact, those people had no time for the man laying on the side of the road dying. And then “a despised Samaritan came along”. By all expectations of those times, such a man was more likely to simply finish the Jew off than do anything to help him. Half-breeds, a mixture of Jew and Gentile, they were loathed for their blend of pure and imperfect DNA. Incorrect in their places and efforts of worship, the Jews and Samaritans had literally fought and desecrated each others’ temples at times. To the Jews, the Samaritans were nothing more than a reminder of what happens when your ancestors stop doing what they were told to do and try it their own way. The northern kingdom of Israel was carried off, wiped out, and intermarried until there was nothing left of it but a sad reminder of disobedience and a people who felt unloved, unworthy, and forgotten.

"Jesus is all about love" no my friend, Jesus is all about loving your neighbor more than yourself (Luke 10:25-42).

The despised samaritan.

The teachers (governors) of law and oppression, biblical and secular, wanted to justify their actions (justify why they should put themselves ahead of anybody) and be selfish first. They wanted to justify letting their brothers die while justifying that they aren't "his keeper" (Cain and Abel, Genesis 4).

Jesus said to love your neighbor as your yourself because when you reject someone who has hurt you, and you don't forgive them after they have come to you with true and honest repentance then Jesus says to remember that as you wish him to judge them so he too will judge you. That's what "eye for an eye" means.

People are shocked when they read the Bible but humanity wasn't always "civilized" there was a period where God had to make this law literal to get peoples attention on how lawless some "societies" can get.

Jesus warns us that people can be this barbaric, we see this in things like cults and street gangs and the mafia and the cartel and human trafficking (these people have the mark of Cain [the "mark" is the energy they try to replicate but can't genuinely give like friendship and comfort, but God is with you in your "gut feeling" when you know something is wrong and you know you can only trust them as far as you can throw them] by the way) and those are the kind of "tribes" God had killed in his "anger" by the way. I'm not sure what it is people are mad about when they try to say that the "old testament God is cruel." The Bible traces these "genealogies" and these "tribes" to show that what a "family" reaps so it will sow (Psalms 37:13).

Jesus pointed to and used himself as the prime example of someone who preached nothing but love and was murdered for it.

Jesus doesn't want to build a family that is based on what it wants to do, what it thinks is best for itself in the name of everyone (their tribe/belief system), but on what he knows is best for everyone.

"so you're the 'king' of the Jews are you?" Pilate asks him, (John 18:37-38).

"That's what you (guys) say, I'm just here preaching the truth (that you should love me as you would love yourself in this and in every situation)"

Pilate says "well what is truth? Who are you to say there's an objective truth? Why should I help you? What you ever done for me? In fact, your causing trouble and annoying me. You're not my brother, you're a jew (a Christian, a left, a right, Muslim, red, blue, A team, B team, this race, that race, [Luke 38-42] getting caught up in "details" aka religion race and creed). I'm not your keeper (Genesis 4:9). I just keep the peace. I need to appease the crowd. Keep it happy."

But his promise is that the world can only kill your body(he is the prime example of this), but it cannot have your spirit. He promised us that those who remained faithful till the end would be with him in paradise on their day of judgement (death) Psalms 119:50.

Remember, there were three of them on the Cross (Luke23:,39-41). The one on his one side said "if you're really God then prove it. Show me a miracle. Save me from my judgement. "Save me from my sins." Save me right now, let me live now and then I'll believe. The other said "sir, if you're really going to heaven then please take me with you because I know where I'm going when I die, I know what I've done. I know why I'm up here." And Jesus promised him that together, simply because he believed (believed that someone could actually love him despite the worst thing he's ever done) then they would both be in paradise.

Luke chapter 10 is arguably the best chapter in the Bible and I know it's my favorite because MANY people use it to justify their actions and their beliefs and their lives but IF you read the whole chapter Jesus is really only speaking to his children. He's speaking to the 72 other disciples he had just sent out to preach in his name and I love it because it's a beautiful reminder that in this chapter he reminds his children that compassion is the answer to every concern, decision, opportunity and choice in life.

So, why Despised Samaritan?

Because I’ve made enough mistakes in my life to warrant being “despised”.

Because I know it’s rare to fully “fit in” and what it means to sit firmly between two opposing worlds.

Because I have a heart for the outcasts among us.

Because so many of us feel the rejection from popular society.

Because too many people are judged by the mistakes of their ancestors.

Because we can break the cycle of hate, rejection, and apathy.

Because at the end of the day, the one who was truly a neighbor was the one no one expected.

Because despite our flaws and cracks, we are still loved by the One who knows us best.

Because Jesus said to go and do the same.

1 Corinthians 6:20 NLT

[20] for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body.

Everyone wants the goodness and glory that Jesus has to offer but the Bible reminds us that sometimes to be exalted in heaven you have to be humiliated on Earth. Sometimes you have to be willing to do the thing that's unpopular for the good of everyone over the good and safety of yourself because truth speaks louder than words (1 John 3:18).

God/Jesus died to himself so that he could take all your pain and hate and still say that you're enough and he still wants a relationship with you. Are you willing to do the same?

Thinking: Christianity should not "align itself with progressive movements", but rather, when the Church is being Christ-like, it will be at the head of progressive movements because that is where Christ is. The Scriptures are all about the progression from a state of darkness and chaos and death into a state of goodness and beauty and life. Whether they are the laws from Sinai of Ancient Israel or the Sermon on the Mount of the Early Jesus Movement, progressive revolutions are inherent to the faith.

If something is anti-Christ, against the Anointed One, it is not pro-gressive it is re-gressive.

[arainaizevran]

“ajax and wyll have a really tough time in act 1, but it’s okay, it’s character development,” i say, knowing damn well the ‘character development’ keeps going in act 2 and especially in act 3

[triglycercule]

ok imagine nightmare sans. now imagine those minecraft villager trading halls where all the villagers are stuck in the little cell blocks to get ideal trades. now that but replace the villagers with the murder time trio and ideal trades with negativity. he's maxxing out the negativity output for every square foot i guess,,,,,,,

there's absolutely NO space for movement it's practically a little closet. only thing is like basic necessities like food and water distributed by a killer (because he wouldn't get attatched to any of them when there's so many,,,, perhaps a different cell warden for a killer only section to avoid a killer meeting another killer and then having to deal with the mindboggle they'd face and then UGH!!!) these little negativity farms cost so little effort to make!!! all nightmare has to do is keep as many (living) sanses (IN FACT NOT EVEN THE TRIO!! but also the trio since they're easy to break down) in as little space as possible and he's practically got like. + 100k negativity every hour with just 6 of these farms. how efficient!

what do you mean it violates the genevarsal convention. DREAM STOP CONDUCTING PRISON BREAKS

(a little birdie told me u wanted 2 be tagged,,, @qin-qin16)

[deoidesign]

hi i have a bit of an odd question and im so sorry if it comes off as rude at all!

ive seen a lot of your posts about canes, i have hEDS and chronic pain and im trying to convice my mom and my doctor to let me have a mobility aid. my mom is very adamant that i dont need a cane because i dont have balance issues, but my knees and ankles are pretty much always aching. i was just wondering if you think a cane would help with chronic pain or if i should look into other aids?

Canes can help chronic pain, they are not guaranteed to help you specifically

You can get a cane for ~$30 at most stores and try it out

A physical therapist and/or a specialist in rheum will most likely know more than your PCP about your specific pain and situation

Parents often don't want to admit their kids have health problems

I wish you luck

I won't be answering any more asks about mobility aids.

This is nothing about you specifically, you were not rude, I just get a lot of questions like this in my inbox. It becomes draining to get so many asks with people's personal vents about their medical issues or religious trauma or the homophobic situations they're living in.

While I would love if I could help people, I am not a doctor. I am not a therapist, I am not a social worker. I'm just a random artist on the internet who has EDS and is barely getting by myself.

I prefer to keep my blog about my art and about my work, not about my disability. It is relevant to my work, of course, and discussing my conditions in vague terms in how they relate to themes present in my work is more than okay, but I prefer this space to be dedicated to my work and getting to engage with my readers through my stories.

Personal information about my pain, my medications, my tests my doctors and my trauma are not things I want to make public.

Thank you for understanding.

[multiverse-peterbparker]

He twisted his web shooters back on correctly. "Hey, I can't help it if saving people just so happens to put me into dangerous situations that seem uhm... dangerous." "Thanks Serena." He sighed. "It probably doesn't help that they took one of my suits when they kidnapped me. HYDRA, I mean. They kidnapped me a few... weeks back. And they got a hold of my suit." He glanced at the danger. "Which is, I'm assuming, how they managed to figure out a way to disable my tech." He nodded, humming in thought. He looked as though he were doing equations in his head, thinking deeply. He started to mutter to himself before his eyes lit up. "Maybe we could create an interference? I mean, they created one for my stuff, what's stopping us from making one for theirs? We interfere their tech, it stops them from interfering with mine, right?"

OPEN RP, PLEASE JOIN

Peter was breathing heavily, ducking behind an abandoned car and pulling off his mask. Behind him was the spitfire of gunshots, rapid and close. They hit the car. Peter honestly didn’t know what had happened. All he knew is that the multiverse portal thing was open again, pulling people to his universe, and there were some weird alien forces— working with HYDRA— to try and take over… starting with New York. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he sure as hell knew he wasn’t going to let them win… now he just had to figure out a plan.

—-

The situation: Hydra is in New York and is working with a mysterious alien army similar to how Loki had worked with the Chitauri. HYDRA is trying to take over the states again, one state at a time, and they started with New York since that’s where their biggest threats are. The portal that once dragged Peter 2 and 3 is open again, and it’s kind of a chaotic mess.

//So sorry, I see people tag for open roleplays so… I’m gonna do that too!//

@the-ironman @thatone-spidey @just-that-parker-girl @we-love-redwing @serenastark-official @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @official-buckybarnes @the-amazing-bugboy

[hehearse]

YOUR MIA'S FIRST SCENARIO?!?????? INSANE HEADCANON /POS HOLY CHEESUS.... please tell us what other orv headcanon do you have oh he who hearse...

IT'S OKAY DON'T WORRY i'm fine with whatever uwu he who hearse IS ALSO FUN THANK YOU

and i don't think i have any headcanons? :"D sorry! i just accept whatever is being projected onto my wide doe-like eyes by three people talking to me as canon and move on <3 i am easily influenced like that

[licorishh]

Hey as a super introverted but not shy person I'd just like to say the jokes about extroverts "adopting" introverts to "get them out of their shell" are actually completely unfunny and it just goes to show how little respect a lot of y'all have for the fact that we genuinely don't want excessive social interaction and that y'all are forcing us to do something that brings us extreme physical and mental discomfort because you perceive our introversion as a failing rather than as purely a difference in personality.

We don't need your "help" to socialize. We're not children. We're simply not interested in spending every waking second of our lives talking to people and being talked at in return.

[emmodii-mode]

Me, wanting to go for the Verda route, but having characters who would either call the agency to scrap his research, or wouldn't fail to corrupt it...

_(:l」∠)_

Fuck me for having smart characters and/or cautious characters. 😂

[yardsards]

adulthood is just visiting ur friends, saying "damn bitch, you live like this?" (affectionate) and aggressively helping them clean up while they politely tell you that you don't have to do that. and then having friends do that to you when they visit your apartment.

[lazer-cannon-deth-sentence]

remember the prharse "being kind to some people is inherently cruel to others"

well I just learned that it said nice not kind and I have misenterpreted it but it's too late and fucked me up big time

[medicinemane]

I don't know, here's my problem with all that gratitude stuff people are always pushing

I'm here finding myself grateful for the really bad unexplained stomach problems I had for months that randomly flared up so bad I couldn't leave the house safely somedays (literally missed my last doctor's appointment cause it turned out that wasn't a day to be out and about)

Like unprompted, not as some kind of exercise or something, I find myself being like "yeah it may have royally sucked, but it really has helped me get a feel for how my stomach is doing so maybe I appreciate it"

Feel like that's fairly gratitude minded when you can find yourself being grateful for basically months of being sick, you know?

...so fuck off an let me be. If me organically being grateful for a painful time in my life where a lot of nights I'd be worried about going to sleep and dealing with issues so bad I was worried about how I was gonna be able to take this trip unless I got lucky... if I just on my own end up being grateful for that and still want to put a bullet in my head, maybe gratitude isn't a cure all

Maybe piss off with it, you know? I'm the first to say it's good to be grateful for shit, and frankly even walls (even when there's insulation issues) are a fucking blessing and I'll always thank my house for everything it does for me

Still not a magic bullet against depression and I get fucking sick of everyone talking like it is one... like if I just gratituded harder I'd feel better

[thatdiabolicalfeminist]

I've been messaging with a 17yo kid from Gaza, named Nader.

When I asked what he wanted people to know about his family's situation, he immediately answered "the bitter cold".

His other answer was about how incredibly expensive everything is in Gaza right now. Here's context: https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2024/10/16/how-much-does-food-cost-in-gaza

Can you imagine being in this situation? Made homeless where the stores are no longer getting consistent deliveries and might be bombed, the government is barely operating cuz it keeps getting bombed, there's not even charity getting into your besieged area, and most people's jobs—including your big brother's—have been bombed beyond repair?

Where it's getting so cold and you CAN'T get warm because you're relying on strangers to help you get that coat or blanket, or bc you need the little money that trickles in to just survive??

And can you imagine living this way for OVER A YEAR as a normal teenager who has a little brother and a baby niece with malnutrition to stress about too?

I know people are tired of hearing about Gaza. It's upsetting that this genocide has continued so long with so few powerful people even trying to stop it. But we have a responsibility to our fellow humans, to help them survive persecution.

Nader is seventeen. None of this should be on his shoulders. Please help his family be safe so he can stop feeling like it's his job to make sure his family has what they need.

This campaign was verified as authentic by gazavetters (#4 on this spreadsheet), which I have seen Palestinians I trust cite as a trusted source.

Can you give up one treat this week to help Nader's family have the basics?

If you donate at least $10 and comment on this post with proof, I'll record a silly voice message for you or draw you a post it note doodle!

Please also consider following @abdalsalam1990, the tumblr account this family is using to try to raise funds, as a reminder to yourself to share the campaign or contribute in the future.

Tagging usernames off the top of my head in hopes you'll share this fundraiser; please message me if you don't want to be tagged in things like this, or if I didn't tag you but you DO want to be tagged in posts like this.

Edit edit: thank you @transmutationisms for teaching me how tagging works 😅 i've only been on this site 10 years lmao

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