#how am i supposed to live under these conditions etc etc

[kaikamahine]

excuse me, bioware, what?

[blorboresidue]

oh my fuckign gods sanji teasing zoro about coming back for seconds of his cooking I'm fucking hyperventilating

[mylovesstuffs]

“It’s not cute” — Choi Seungcheol

Request: hey, Celeste!!! how are you doing? I'm so glad your requests are open!

i wanted to request something (in whatever form you feel most inspired to): reader having essential tremors (it's an actual condition im not making it up 😭✋) and being frustrated about it, maybe lashing out or breaking down one day. the fact that everyone points it out and sometimes joke abt it, etc. angst + comfort , maybe? also i'd like it to be w cheol or wonu, but tbh any of them is absolutely fine!

tysm <333

It starts with eyeliner and ends in a breakdown. The world doesn’t understand what it’s like to live in a body that won’t always obey, tired of laughing first before someone else can. But Seungcheol doesn’t need to understand it all, he just holds your trembling hands like they’ve always been steady, and loves you like you’ve never been less.

Genre: Non-idol au, established relationship, angst and comfort, introspective slice of life and character study

Pairing: Seungcheol × fem!reader

Content: Essential tremors [aka benign tremor, familial tremor, and idiopathic tremor], emotional breakdown, eyeliner symbolism [bc girlyhood], comfort from a loving partner who is choi seungcheol, no judgment, warm arms and understanding hearts, one-sided flashbacks to bullying/teasing, reader struggling with internalized shame, reassurance, love that stays

Content warning: Mentions of medical condition [essential tremors], anxiety, childhood bullying, ableist microaggressions, internalized frustration and self-doubt, crying, cursing once or twice, one emotionally charged breakdown. No explicit content.

Word count: 921 words

A/N: It was supposed to be shorter... about 400 words like a drabble, though I still think it's drabble but I was hoping for it to either be 400-500 words or 1k 😔

For my sweet anon—i hope this gives you even a sliver of the comfort you were looking for. This one was written with a lot of heart at like... 2:46 am when i should’ve been asleep but cheol brainrot said otherwise. To anyone else who reads this and relates even a little: your exhaustion and frustration is valid, and your hands deserve to be held gently too. I experience a slight tremor as well, though I believe it’s genetic since it runs in my family. According to my doctor, mine is primarily triggered by stress and anxiety [I was under treatment back in October during a period when my mental health went really down]. I’ve been prescribed different medications since then, not specifically targeted for tremors, but the tremor was listed as one of the symptoms being addressed in the medication guidelines. While I might not fully relate to this experience, as my condition hasn’t been formally diagnosed and doesn’t really interfere with my daily life, I still hope I was able to do this piece justice. Also, huge thanks to Calli @hhaechansmoless for beta-ing. As always, we run anyway ! (￣▽￣)ノ♡

It starts small, and it always does; a dropped spoon, a tremble in your fingers while pouring water. The slightest bit of shake that you'd think it could pass unnoticed, but that, people always notice, and never don’t comment on.

“Why are you always shaking?”

“You nervous or something?”

“You should drink less coffee.”

“Aw, you’re like a baby deer.”

Haha, it is so funny to you at this point. But today, it feels entirely different to you, it's like you're not yourself anymore. You’re tired, and you just want to put your eyeliner on, but the line goes jagged again. And for some reason, that tiny thing becomes the last straw of the day.

You slam the eyeliner on the counter and nearly knock over everything else with your unsteady hands. “God, I’m so sick of this!” you hiss. “Why can’t I just be normal for five fucking seconds?”

The bathroom door creaks open and you already feel Seungcheol behind you. “Hey,” he says softly. “What’s going on?”

You blink back your unshed tears, but still they betray you like everything else lately. “It’s not cute, Cheol. It’s not quirky, or funny, or something you get to joke about. I hate it. I hate how I shake. I hate how people treat me like it’s some personality trait. It’s a condition, and I’m tired.” Your voice cracks, and so does your composure, and you sink down onto the closed toilet lid, face in your hands, breath shaky just like your very own fingers. The way they’ve done for so long, it doesn’t even surprise you anymore.

All you expect right now, is silence. But instead big, calloused, warm hands wrap gently around yours.

Shaking or not, he brings them to his lips and kisses your knuckles, softly and slowly. “I know it’s not cute when people don’t take it seriously,” he says, kneeling in front of you. “And I’m sorry if anyone’s ever made you feel like you have to pretend it’s no big deal.”

You look up with your glassy eyes and trembling lips. “I’ve never once thought less of you for it,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to be ‘normal’ to be everything I love.” A small sob leaves your lips, and he pulls you into a hug, his arms secure around you, voice a low hum against your hair. “You can be frustrated. You can hate it, but you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here, even if your hands shake every day for the rest of your life, I’ll still hold them just like this.”

You want to believe him, even as your fingers tremble. In fact, you do believe him; believe that he doesn’t want to let go, that he won’t.

But there’s something bitter lodged deep in your chest, a heaviness that doesn't disappear just because someone holds you through it, because you've heard this before. Variations of it. Words that sounded like comfort, but were laced with pity, gestures that looked like care, but never stayed long enough to be safe.

You remember being younger and dropping your spoon in front of classmates during recess. The laughter and the mock sympathy haunted you for years and they still does. “Are you scared?” they'd tease. You weren’t; not then at least. You didn’t even know what was happening, and why your body betrayed you when all you wanted was to be still.

And now, years later, it’s not even the tremor that hurts most, it’s what comes along with it without your consent. The way people watch, the way they assume it’s your fault, the way you're constantly being explained—to others, to yourself, that you’ve become a walking explanation.

“You know, she has this thing—”

“It’s not that big of a deal—”

“She’s always been like that—” You’re always like that.

It chips away at you, little by little, and you start adjusting your life to avoid the gaze. No eyeliner on days you feel particularly self-conscious, two hands to hold a cup, even if it makes you look ridiculous, rehearsing how you’ll brush it off when someone points it out again; laughing before they do, so it seems like you're okay with it.

You’ve weaponized your own shame into pre-emptive jokes. Turned your fear into something palatable… but it still hurts. It hurts when people don’t even ask if you’re okay. They just assume you’re something to laugh at, to observe, and you’ve been strong for so long, that today just felt like the end of it. Like how this one tiny thing —the jagged eyeliner—was all it took to remind you how helpless it can feel to live in a body that doesn’t always listen. But now, there’s warmth.

And maybe that should terrify you, because if people can be cruel, then love can be temporary. But his arms around you don’t feel temporary, his silence doesn’t feel judgmental, and most important of all, he doesn’t ask you to feel better; he just stays along with you.

You want to believe that someone can see all of it: the struggle, the cracks, the exhaustion, and still choose to stay, but not because they pity you, not because they want to fix you, but because they love you even like this, and especially like this.

Your breath hiccups in your throat, and you let yourself lean into him just a little more. Though your hands still shake, you begin to believe they don’t make you any less worthy of being held.

[kittycatfite]

Symbiote Stobotnik AU!

All these eldritch horror!stone fanfics got me thinking. What if I wrote a fanfic where Stone is Venom and Robotnik is Eddie? (I thought about it as the other way round and I like this more, I think)

Ideas under the cut but this is going to be a multi-chapter fic and it will take me a month to write this but holy shit I think this is a Great Idea. i do hope there is overlap in these fandoms! PLS ask me questions but this AU, I need to talk about it!

It’s called Trusty Barnacle

All Stone text is in bold like venom in fanfics but it’s still Stone’s actual voice not Robotnik with a filter like Tom Hardy in the movies :P

Dr. Robotnik has a job as the guy studying aliens, they bring in this alien goop they found on a crash sight

Goop Stone gets attached to Robotnik and decides yes this pathetic man who hasn’t slept in almost a week will be my host. I lub him sm. He will be mine forever and ever. He is my precious. 

In this AU Robotnik is still S1 Rob with the neat hair and mustache but as it progresses and he gets a parasite bf he gets increasingly Eggman like

Symbiote Stone breaks his glass case, bonds with Robotnik and forces him to go home and take care of himself (Stone has no idea how to take care of a human, but neither does Robotnik but they are going to make this work! Even if that involves stealing pizza from a street cart and climbing a building) Robotnik is having the time of his life unlike Eddie who Was Going Through It in the first movie

Which causes Robotnik to lose his job

Cause he did just accidentally steal the alien goop he was supposed to be studying

Monsterfucker!Robotnik stays thriving

Stone still has to eat people’s brains/chocolate etc to be happy and healthy but Robotnik is willing. Stone gets to eat imbeciles in back alley ways as long as Robotnik doesn’t have to taste them.

They live in a little one studio apartment in LA like symbrock (not in great condition but then again Robotnik has an alien latched on to his heart like an angy cat 

Maybe fully symbioted name is Agent Stone or Dr Stone or something

The government keeps coming after them because again they think Robotnik stole the alien, not the other way around. Stone is very possessive of his human.

Maddie and Tom are Anne and Dan (Robotnik didn’t date either of them, they were just friends in college) Idk what to do about the hedgehog children

Mrs. Chen is still Mrs. Chen because I love her too much and I think she would be the only person (besides Alien Goop Stone) to love Robotnik and actually try to look after him.

Robotnik is still an orphan in this so Mrs. Chen is the one who raised him, maybe?

She still has her convenience store and is absolutely delighted that Robotnik found someone. Doesn’t matter that he's an alien parasite, he’s an absolute treat to be around. They have tea together every Thursday with Robotnik as a reluctant participant because Stone can't leave his body or he will die (he enjoys it and Stone knows cause he is in his head)

Maybe instead of the lobster scene that Eddie has, Robotnik is overly nice and friendly because Stone is in charge now and everyone is like WTF is WRONG WITH HIM. he said my dress looked nice? Is he dying? But no goop Stone just wanted to make friends with humanity because Robotnik is so awesome that he thinks everyone must be this awesome. (some of that naivety that Stone used to have back when we only had S1 Stone to go by but it's because he is an alien and not because he had no character development)

Poor Stone is severely disappointed that their all imbeciles besides Robotnik, Mrs. Chen, and maaaybe Maddie and Tom

But hey, people are still tasty, at least.

I am imagining the full transformation to be all black with the purple but with Rob’s body type (no tits for Stone I am sorry guys.

And also more light blue or red tech lines as Robotnik integrates some of his robot-y ideas to give them extra protection just to be on the safe side.

If mpreg does happen their kid is Sage and she is all red and techy like her arms and symbiotes with a cat at first like Sleeper does in the comics. 

OOH OOH Robotnik overworks himself and Stone makes himself like a onesie around Rob so he can be comfortable

Y'all I really like Stobotnik and Symbrock, can you tell? This was no way influenced by the fact that these are the two squishmallows that sit on my bed (ignore the vibrant pink blankets, my quilt broke and I had to use my old one)

[rosethornewrites]

I saw my new PCP on Monday and got the fun job of explaining my conditions. I’ve previously had doctors who ignored my needs or told me to lose weight, so it’s scary to have to try to convince them that, yes, I am very sick, too sick to work, but I don’t want to be that sick. I miss working. I miss keeping my mind engaged.

So I decided to preface everything with, “You know, a year ago I was a professor at a state university, living in my own apartment. Before I got sick I used to go to a ton of events and travel places. And I spent so much energy pushing through to try to keep going that I burned myself out. Now I am in so much pain and have so much brain fog that even getting out of bed is a challenge. It feels like my life has crumbled around me, and I want to get it back.”

And then I discussed my medical history, what I’ve done to get treatment so far (getting on Medicaid, getting a behavioral health specialist, a dermatologist, a rheumatologist, etc., all involving dozens of phone calls each just to find someone who specializes), the setbacks I’ve faced and how it’s changed how I face seeking healthcare (that all my providers are women is not an accident), and the medications I’m currently taking and what they’re for. How I discovered I can’t have sulfa antibiotics.

It’s a lot—just the medications, I take a biologic injection every two weeks, 2 anxiety medications, an antidepressant that also helps with fibromyalgia, a controlled substance for my pain (NOT an opioid), a medication to control my insulin resistance, an anti-inflammatory, a low dose of antibiotics, and blood pressure medication. Oh right, and birth control, which is supposed to help with the HS. That’s just the prescriptions—I take OTCs and supplements that are meant to help keep my conditions under control because I researched copiously while trying to push through.

How long it took me to be diagnosed with HS (despite telling my PCP at the time I thought I had it, I was diagnosed on sight by a gynecologist two years later, who then referred me to a dermatologist), and the story of how I realized something was terribly fucked up with my body. The struggles with pain. How I take cannabis but hate that it doesn’t allow me to have a clear mind. The years of insomnia, which is a symptom of multiple conditions I have.

I have so many horror stories about my health that my horror stories have horror stories, and those are fun to relate, in graphic detail so they know exactly how bad it is.

It’s this fucked up cycle of having to convince a doctor you’re sick (apparently they don’t want to believe you if you say you are) and actually get treatment, except you get stuck on step 1 because everything must be weight-related and therefore I should just lose weight.

I been fat my whole life. This other shit is new. Catch up.

But then they get mad if you’re “difficult” aka advocating for your health.

Knowing that nearly everyone with chronic illnesses goes this, and even worse than me typically, is distressing.

I knew my chronic pain was fibromyalgia because my mom struggles with it and eventually got diagnosed after being told half her life it was in her head. I was lucky. I have to consider inheriting a debilitating illness from my mom lucky because at least I knew what it was from her experiences.

Every new doctor I see, I feel like I have to vet for egotism because that’s generally the mark of a hot dog who won’t listen or care.

All I really want is treatment so I can maybe get my life back.

[zignifier]

It's like hard to articulate without coming off as saying rape survivors are overreacting but tbh I really don't get this idea of needing to Understand Consent before Having Sex! Because if you take that as a Personal Risk thing then idg why you wouldn't hold that position for like. Having a job. Or a roommate. Or anything that could be construed as an exercise in autonomy despite the reality most people are coerced into these things [before they are "ready"].

Like idk. Wrt having a job I think it's just accepted most people are forced into having to come to realize the necessity of people's advice thru the getting abused. Like e.g. I didn't know how to take into practice "just say no to your boss" etc until I was already burnt tf out. Similarly I got sexually harassed at work a lot and I don't think like. Yknow suffering has a point or that I Needed This To Happen for my personal growth but I just don't think I'm the type of person to understand shit solely through abstraction. I don't think I really had the tools to structurally understand the Deal with sexual harassment until it happened to me. (+ I didn't really understand what catcalling was until I saw it happen to my friend)

And I just think it's really cruel when people put up these arbitrary notions of who Gets to Have Sex and sometimes reading what they have to say as a so-called Rape Survivor I feel hopelessly unlovable. Like if they want to not have sex with people with ill-defined boundaries that's their prerogative but when they apply that universally it's like what am I supposed to do about the fact I can't just Understand Rhetoric out of my trauma? Is it so wrong for me to hope for a sexual dynamic in which the other person is cognizant of my fears and the power they hold over me and the cultural reinforcement of there being a Right Way to have sex and is patient about it?

Conversely, would it be so wrong for me to get "raped" on my own terms? Ig this is the part that makes it hard to not sound like rape survivors are overreacting, but sometimes I'll be reading an anecdote where by enthusiastic consent logic this person is getting raped, and rape is a Huge Deal, right, but they don't care and in fact keep living their lives in such a way that this keeps happening. And by the "just say no" logic they're unequipped to be having sex. And I don't think these people are wrong to live like that although it might be too scary a life for me to lead, idk tho. It kind of reminds me of how the conditions my coworkers work under is their normal but would be devastating to my health.

Mostly what comes to mind are people talking about how their mood totally got killed but the other person obliviously kept going. Or after receiving some sign of discontent they just shrugged it off, shoved the person back down, etc. Stuff that gives me the vibe of like, so you just waited until this person was satisfied so you could leave nonconfrontationally, maybe even just to avoid things being awkward, instead of putting up a fight, huh! And that stuff variably has degrees of blame I'd be willing to ascribe to the other person coz like, you shouldn't expect sexual partners to be mind readers but at the same time people who find they just don't have to care about other people's interiority coz of The Implication (iasip reference) are at the very least assholes and at worst deserving of the social consequences that comes w being labelled a Serial Rapist.

And I get some of this comes from ppl like, not wanting to be labeled rapists esp on lines of marginalization in which ppl can make up a Regret narrative wherein all "advances" from the other party were retroactively unwanted, but uh, I don't think you can make people Understand Rhetoric out of hurting you like that. Like sooo many dudes Understand Rhetoric about feminism and then go onto abuse women because this shit has less to do w what ppl Actually Believe and more to do with what incentives there are for certain behaviors.

[toon-bunny]

Cathal head canons!!! I'm crazy about this guy so please be warned that there is a LOTTTTT under the cut

voice: Andrew VanWyngarden. soft tone, high pitch, speaks kinda slowly, little bit of vocal fry. breathy/hiccup-y laugh. definitely has that muffled synthetic sound like the in-game voice too

speaking sample (please ignore the weird title, this is just a good compilation)

singing sample (I don't imagine them singing, but I do like the voice effect here and the cadence)

personality: extremely perceptive and smart. friendly, light-heartedly sarcastic guy with a metric ton of non-emotive autism. it's kind of deceiving? because when u think of non-emotive autism u think of a guy who never smiles or changes pitch but Cathal is passively very smiley and has a laid back demeanor. very interesting guy to me. he is VERY passionate about his interests, they just aren't indulged/taken seriously by others so it's believed he just doesn't give a fuck about anything. that and they're still not very animated when infodumping

background…

very alienated from living kind of outside of the cogs lifestyle. not that he should be pitied for not having to work, but how do you live and socialize in a culture completely dedicated to work when you don't Do That. but I think he would have odd friendships with other sellbot managers and probably some others

they have a good relationship with dad of course. I like to think that Allan Gets him and doesn't give him a hard time for his perceived lack of passion or anything like that. but giving him a very cushy job and continuing to encourage him w/ said job that doesn't interest him is just how Allan thinks is the best way to support him. I don't remember where I read this but I love the idea that Allan isn't emotionally getting anything out of his job either BUT he's better at masking that and believes he will if he keeps doing his best - it's "supposed" to feel good. sorry wait this is just me thinking about Allan

I do like the idea that, in addition to this job not really aligning with Cathal's interest, they also dgaf because no one would take them seriously in this position anyway even if they DID try. not only do they look silly and non-serious, they'd still be resented for having this position even if they proved they were qualified for it. so it becomes a feedback loop. I'm basically making a ton of reasons as to why he acts the way he does in canon which might seem excessive when ONE trait would explain it alone, but I really like when there are a bunch of experiences/symptoms/etc that foster a particular behavior/outlook and can't be untangled from each other

I think he likes TV shows because they kind of fill the void of connection with others… cartoons kind of endear them to toons but also whenever a character that represents someone like him shows up, they're 1) malicious and greedy, fat as shorthand for capitalist monster or 2) a selfish, stuffy nerd who's meant to be ridiculed by the audience. so no, liking cartoons doesn't necessarily make him more sympathetic to the toons' cause or push him to help, bc he's led to believe he also doesn't have a place in their society

all of the above points also make them a little intimidated by activism and seeking a better life. I think he got cornered into a particular brand of quiet nihilism. I am definitely inspired by this song

in terms of disabilities and conditions…..chronic insomnia from snoozing and lazing about all day, not getting any energy out when it's appropriate. CFS like crazzzzy. autism of course. and also ADHD's brother, cognitive disengagement syndrome

hobbies/interests…

expanding on their canon interest in TV shows, I'm handing my luv of animation to them, but I also think this is the type of guy who could watch scarier stuff and just enjoy the artistry of it. as in "oh wow those practical effects are so well done" (guy who's unfazed by the horrors). (I'm so jealous of this I want to have this ability)

I think they'd like retro games more than I do, he seems like they'd enjoy a good GBA title. maybe roguelikes and metroidvanias, stuff that could be considered tedious and punishing to some but a really fun and rewarding way to waste time to others. he's got a lot of time on his hands to metaphorically bash his head against the wall with more difficult titles ykwim?

this bit's inspired by my friend's AU Toon After Time, I can't undo the association between them and tech knowledge/know-how LOL. I knowwww he collects VHS tapes and other old equipment and can also troubleshoot anything to do with old TVs, VCRs, etc

other details…

I KNOWWWWW it's so cliche to give the cogs tails but I can't help it I LOVE ROBOT TAILS. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. plus I love the idea that if cogs have tails, they are prehensile, but Cathal can't even be arsed and just lets it drag everywhere so it's all worn out and torn up from getting stepped on/caught in stuff. I also like the idea of it flopping VERY slowly once or twice if they're happy. like a very old dog wagging its tail

inspired by this post by bunglefication, I love the idea that Gizmo is treated well by Cathal and is more like a service animal to them :D so awesomes

bc my friend suggested "closet femme Cathal" once I am now 100% sold on Cathal dressing at least a little more femme at home 🌈 likes to get cutes with it for funsies. other than that, I like the idea of 90s tech guy/TTRPG guy type clothing for them. like imagine a Best Buy employee or Blockbusters employee in the 90s do you see my vision

[kindofcuntess]

"this film/show made me uncomfortable so it's bad 🤬" should not be accepted as legitimate media critique and the fact that it is, as i've seen manifest in the curse and kinds of kindness alike, is maddening. emily and yorgos have stated their projects reflect the world (yes, the situations can be absurdist and surrealist, but the human condition aka the way people behave? it could not be more true to life). society is a rather vile place, by and large. therefore, they would be doing a disservice and in fact actively contributing to the paradigm of sugarcoating injustice and stigmas and so on and so forth by softening things up. for the love of god, the curse was about a woman with a clear intent to gentrify a town, exploiting and degrading its largely bipoc demographic makeup as a manifestation of the racism she hides under a persona of activism. it's not supposed to be comfortable. to a similar tune, kinds of kindness presents some disconcerting societal paradigms that all center violence against women and how these women who experience absolute atrocities are shamed, shunned, ignored, etc. while the male perpetrators get to carry on with their lives and are treated like babies. shockingly enough, both things happen in real life and they are disturbing so i'd have been appalled at seeing these subject matters presented in a comforting way. if discomfort isn't your thing, fine, but you don't get to say a film is bad because of it. i am so happy they are unrelenting with the truth. it needs to be told and it says a lot when people are more outraged with said truth telling in film and tv then with the real society the projects reflect. in other words, people don't like to be exposed and/or prefer to live in a fairytale, but this is not their problem. it is yours, and part of what allows all the injustices to be sustained: an intentional attempt to cover them up or make them seem not as bad. THAT is what's bad.

[thebookofjeremiah]

"The Geodek." From the Book of Jeremiah 23: 1-4.

Let us discuss the concept of the Numbers before we proceed. The Number represents the concentration of light at the heart of the sun, the entity we call the Self. It is called Shem or "personality" in Hebrew. He Shem "the denominations" is the attainment of the fullest concentration of the light of the Self. Once one has abandoned all negative tendencies, one may return to the aspects of the Self that define one's utter happiness. Jeremiah calls these "denominations" children, or the "fruits of the actions."

The best fruit of the actions in Judaism is the pomegranate, which to the ancients resembled a human brain with many seeds inside its cortex. A person with a pomegranate brain that is not arrogant is the kind everyone wants to know. But you must get to know him first. For this, God says we need hope. Hopeless persons stuggle to find and know the Self. God says our governors, whose jobs it is to provide an endless source of hope are why He gave us this Torah.

Hope for the Future

23 How terrible will be the Lord's judgment on those rulers who destroy and scatter his people! 2 This is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says about the rulers who were supposed to take care of his people: “You have not taken care of my people; you have scattered them and driven them away. Now I am going to punish you for the evil you have done. 

3 I will gather the rest of my people from the countries where I have scattered them, and I will bring them back to their homeland. They will have many children and increase in number.

 4 I will appoint rulers to take care of them. My people will no longer be afraid or terrified, and I will not punish them again.[a] I, the Lord, have spoken.”

The Values in Gematria are:

Hope for the Future= 963, ץ‎סג‎ , tz‎sag‎, "a gathering of seshas", "leadership lillies."

v. 1-2: Rulers, you are supposed to take care of the people. The Number is 13423, יג‎ת‎ךג‎, yeg‎ta‎techag, "the Angels have told you."

v. 2: You have not taken care of the people. The Number is 11504, יאךד‎ ‎, yard, "went down."

"The forms ירה (yrh) and ירא (yr') are officially unrelated but their basic mechanisms appear to overlap somewhat. Both reflect an exchange of energy from a higher, dispensing level to a lower, receiving level. It appears that the form ירה (yrh) mostly describes the sending of the energy; either the exchange viewed from the perspective of the dispensing side, or else the shock-free absorption of the energy on the receiving side. The form ירא (yr') appears to deal mostly with the receiving of the energy; the exchange viewed from the perspective of the receiving side, and that usually with the anticipation of intense alteration."

Nature is organized by chemicals and their reactions. Nature always wants to succeed it will never interrupt its own systemic longecity. Man is also organized by the chemicals, the desires found in his brain. The Angel Aggelos have said the most elusive but also the most important of desirable reactions within man is contained in the Law, "do not harm your neighbor, do not endanger his life."

v. 3: I will gather the rest of the people. The Number is 10651, קו‎ןא, kona, "the buyer, the purchaser."

If one does not "partake" of the food of the Law, then the people around have no hope. The world deteriorates into anarchy, and many people will be hurt. Sometimes, many times, this cannot be undone.

v. 4: I will appoint rules to look after them. The duty of care, to look after the interests of the human race and its homeworld, the reason we impress the Script upon mankind is also found in every legal obligation. Whether it is stopping at a stop sign, do not chew gum in class, do not speed, etc. we have all agreed to live together under certain sets of conditions. Persons who do not wish to abide by these conditions must be dealth with by the keepers of the law.

The Number is 7761, א‎עזס‎ ‎‎, azzas, "this is how one becomes powerful."

The final Gemara is ץ‎סג יג‎ת‎ךגיאךדקו‎ןאא‎עזס‎, "The geodek left." ‎

A geodek is "a nation that observes the Ten."

Si, it has indeed left. And we are all fucked if someone doesn't start evangelizing their importance once again.

[thriplerex]

Hermit Craft Rising AU: MP Taylor “Gemstrong” Gemma & Solomon "Impulse" Vanderbilt

Taylor "Gemstrong" Gemma

“How am I supposed to ‘live, laugh, love’ in these conditions?”

MP in the House of Commons for Newfoundland & Labrador and a candidate for the PM election of 2022. She was the benefactor for Architech Worldwide and its de facto CEO. Under the table, she was also allied with the Terraformers of Sahara Enforcement, LLC. Motivated by avarice (specifically, for soup and arcane power) more than anything, even over political power.

Sarcastic and witty, her outwardly bubbly, cordial, and peppy nature is often underestimated by her opponents - notwithstanding belying her inscrutable soup-obsessed agenda. Despite her relatively young age, She is a well-trained and more than proficient combatant, imbued with macro-organic enhancements that increase her strength and durability to superhuman levels.

Age: 41

Hometown: St. Johns, NL, Canada

Signature weapon: Macroorganics. The name is a misnomer - it is arcane nanotechnology with an organic basis. Aside from incredible regenerative abilities, it grants her the ability to reconfigure portions (if not the whole) of her body into extremely dense organic “supermaterials.” For instance, she is known to prefer an inexplicably tough wooden bark-textured medium that a regular HF blade cannot penetrate, supplanted by inhumanly rapid counter-growth and regeneration effects that repel incoming serrations. Aside from partial to full-body regeneration (via pulling matter from her surroundings and reconfiguring it on the atomic level via nanotechnology,) inherent to her nanotechnology are also super-strength (enough strength to hurl a 650-ton fully-loaded cargo jet with ease over a few hundred feet) and the aforementioned extreme durability.

Solomon "Impulse" Vanderbilt

“It was amazing, that’s why I did it.”

A former criminal defense lawyer moonlighting as a vigilante turned private mercenary for ConCorp Security Consulting - with a little too much mental baggage from his days as the former. Solomon underwent voluntary cyborg conversion at a somewhat minimal level during the events of Hermit Craft: Civil War. During the events of Rising, his internal augmentations became more extensive, although outwardly, he remains normal-looking and almost indistinguishable from unaltered humans. Aside from the usual suite of superhuman powers granted by cybernetic enhancements (enhanced speed and agility, senses, strength, durability, endurance, etc.), Solomon can also attack blindingly fast for short periods and can channel short-range electrical arcs over a few meters if given a power source to draw from. These abilities gave him the nickname "Impulse," which subsequently stuck.

Perhaps a little too friendly and easygoing for his own good - although not a passive nor naive individual, as he’s been burned (literally and figuratively) more than once before by his enemies. He tends to get hung up on his past mistakes, especially the "mac-n'-cheese incident." Carries a far nastier alternate persona known as "Eyesore" that re-emerges during the story, although he brings it under control by the time of the Joebraltar Incident.

Age: 38

Hometown: Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

Signature weapon: Initially, a pair of 8-foot collapsible quarterstaves. These are composed of carbon steel, reinforced via ultra-high-frequency resonant vibration modules that counteract the effects of other similar weapons. Later, he trades the quarterstaves out for a single teal-colored (anodized niobium-plated) carbon steel blade with improved resonant technology.

"Scarlet" Pearl Maynard

See this post!

Oh gosh... Soup Group, but MGRR. It should be fairly obvious who they're meant to be counterparts of. Impulse's outfit was inspired by Quinspade's techwear fanart. Appearance-wise, all three characters were designed to be closer to how they're often depicted in HC fanart than in real life. However, Gemma is substantially more muscular because "macroorganics, son!" (Never mind the fact that she's only three years older than him here.) Anyway, the original idea was to reverse Gem's and Impulse's roles, but I decided the role reversal would be a suitable and silly way to reimagine the "Arizona dad" dynamic that Impulse has with her.

Gemma's theme: V.S. MP Taylor “Gemstrong” Gemma (It Has To Be This Way - Instrumental)

(alternate title: It Has Stew Be This Way)

(I totally didn't make a vocal version filled with soup puns that you'll have to click through my channel to find and that which I'm too embarrassed to post here, nope)

Hermit Craft Rising AU Masterpost

Art by Winter

[fromsiberia]

@weirdnaturalscience there is a very good post about the whole "whose lives matter" in twitter. It's in Russian, so I used googletranslate.

Akso: "To wear a white coat" means to condemn another person from a position from above and at the same time directly or indirectly indicate that the wearer of the white coat himself is, well, completely different, has never been and never will be loke this."(c)

They'll be accused of cannibalism again, I suppose, but forget it. Following in the footsteps of Japan, Gaza and the Dyer, I roughly designed the algorithm of the white coat. It is very simple and in the media sphere it will always put something into orbit. Translate post 4:37 AM · Dec 25, 2023 · 65.4K Views

IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 First of all, we have a problem that NEEDS to be solved. If you don't solve it, things will get worse. Well, that's gangrene. Or a terrorist who kills a hostage a day. Or the sea washing away the shore. If nothing is done, gangrene will wash away the body, the terrorist will kill everyone, and the coast will collapse with houses. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash ·

Dec 25, 2023 The first rule of the white coat is not to be in the position of solving the problem. Even hypothetically. Even under the conditions of "let's discuss solutions over a bottle of wine." He will kick with all his wings, close his eyes, refer to incompetence, etc. But at any cost he will wave it off. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash

Dec 25, 2023 He does this because he knows/feels that there are no ideal solutions. Absolutely any activity leads to a result that not only did not even come close to the ideal, but on the way to it also gave rise to other problems that also need to be solved somehow. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 Well, you can't put stains on coats. Then it will stop being white. Therefore, on the first line of defense, the Poles are fighting back with the options "I do not know how to solve THIS, but YOU can't do THAT!", avoiding the elaboration of "well, let's talk about how to lie." IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 The second rule: if you are lured into exploring alternatives, you should always offer options for the world of fairies, butterflies and shiny ponies.

If there's gangrene, then there's probably a pill that you put on your forehead, and it'll go away right away! and there is no gangrene. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 If it is necessary to destroy production and the military, then let's ask the military to leave the hospital and line up in the yard on that wasteland. And the production facilities are probably outside the city. No, of course, no one builds houses around a factory or a factory, this is nonsense. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 Listen, we're living in 2023! Sure enough, the military has homing lasers and good and bad recognition systems, and bombs like these with wings… and in general, the military is when at the front a hundred kilometers from the nearest kindergarten, are you a fool? Have you watched any anime about this? IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 The white coat almost always does not want to calculate the steps from the task to the result. His world is like in cartoons. Here there is a salad of the bad and the good, here the coat blinked, here are the bad ones in one plate, and the good ones in the other. He believes that there is some kind of magic on Earth that does this. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 And therefore … writes down as bad all those who do not use this magic. Absolutely. There is. Way. To share. Salad. On. Two. Plates. You are bad and bad people, if you do it wrong, if the result is different for you. So you haven't used magic, but you're doing it all wrong. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 The third rule: all people are brothers and sisters to these brothers. This is a very nice position. No, really. The bullshit is that in reality it's in the future, maybe everyone will get related from one white, light, clear DNA, but now there are millions of very evil people with guns on the planet. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 And for the life of you, that dude over there doesn't consider you a brother. He wants to stab you at all. He's not even the only one, but there's a whole battalion of them. Why, their division. And not alone. There are naturally millions of them, if you count all the ISIS, Taliban, Jihadis and other crap, not counting Solntsevo. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 And a white coat, if pressed against the wall, in 90% of cases will offer a universal sweet solution: to persuade, understand, forgive, convince with something kind. In his world, it should work. It can't fail to work. You approach a Hamas man and say, "My brother, don't shoot a rocket in the pipe."

The fourth rule: in any incomprehensible situation, say "we don't know what would have happened." Yes, dude, you're absolutely right, at this stage of the development of civilization we cannot predict the next minute with a 100% guarantee, but… no, the meteorite (by the way, if you Google "meteorite", it's beautiful) is not.. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 .. it will not suddenly fall on the head of an ISIS fighter holding a knife at the girl's throat. Well, that is, there is some probability, of course, but… Damn, meteorites don't fall on the heads of ISIS. But the sniper shoots in the forehead. NO, WE STILL KNOW THAT IT WON'T FALL! YES, WE MUST SHOOT! YES, THIS IS MURDER! IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 The fifth rule: murder is always bad. Well, like yes… There are no bad people… and if you do, you can change your mind… and if it is impossible, then why not arrange for them a comfortable base on the Moon, send them there with a complete BSE, and ten years later not take the professors? IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 Finally, the sixth rule: sacrifice your own for the sake of others, it's noble. This is a matter of Light. Here I would like to linger, because you can't pull out a white coat for such a direct formulation, even though it is constantly draughty.

You're a Martian. Next to you is a Martian wife and a Martian son. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 And a hundred meters away from you, a Venusian is tying his Venusian son to a grenade. It's more convenient to throw this way. Well, you won't shoot a doublet at a child flying towards you, will you? Yes, the coat sees the grenade. But the Venusian children… they are so cute, they have six legs, wonderful red ears. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 Anyway, in the world of the white coat, you humbly wait for this six-legged one to reach you and explode along with your wife and your son. You didn't kill anyone. In the opinion of the white coat, you are a good person. A little dead, though. So is your family. But the coat is white. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 And, in general, this last example describes 99% of the dialogues with a white coat.

There is a problem that NEEDS to be solved in a finite period of time - until the grenade reaches.

There is a solution that just exists — a shotgun in your hands. Yes, not ideal. But there is no other way. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 There is full confidence that the grenade will somehow cripple the life of your family, even if it has not yet reached.

There is an observer who has already drawn in his head the death of a Venusian baby from your shot, therefore you are ALREADY to blame. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 The observer is flapping his wings and giving advice.

Make an agreement with the Venusian, let him return the grenade back!

Shoot one pellet into the fuse, kill it!

Jump two meters and spread your limbs, catch all the pieces! IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 And here it is worth pausing the scene and going up to the white coat to ask questions. Even a question, probably. One thing is enough: why should I sacrifice myself and my family in favor of the enemy? What kind of perverted morality and ethics is this? Well, go and sacrifice your own, no question. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 It won't do.

Do you know what particularly hooked me about the 07/10 tragedy? The fact that the kibbutzim of people who drowned for peace with Gaza, for understanding and forgiveness were destroyed. Hamas killed activists for all the good things. Those who have been convincing Israel for many years that there are peaceful and good people behind the wall. IsraeliHadash @IsraeliHadash · Dec 25, 2023 And from a certain point of view, they are the people who, under the screams of the white poles, did not shoot a Venusian child flying at them on a grenade. Now they are dead, and the children on the grenades are dead, and the one who threw the grenade is dead, and the Gas is changing the landscape. And the white coat is still unhappy.

@fromsiberia

hi! I want to take a moment to have a civil conversation with you.

I don't know what Israel "should" do, but what I strongly believe they shouldn't do is engage in mass killing of civilians as shown in the post. All people have human rights: Palestinians and Israelis. An astonishingly high percentage of Palestinians are children. I think it's entirely fair to criticize Israel for its total lack of regard for human life. There are other ways of fighting terrorism than this. There are other options.

Mass killing isn't a solution to terrorism. In fact, it may make terrorist threats worse. Some news sources are reporting an increased support for Hamas within Palestine since the bombardment. It's not hard to see why - Palestinian civilians must feel Israel is trying to exterminate them, and Hamas can easily use Israel's violence to recruit. I think that if Israel actually cared about fighting Hamas they would be fighting Hamas specifically and solely, not killing Palestinians indiscriminately. Palestinian civilians are not Hamas.

This article is unfortunately behind a paywall but the website also allows you a certain number of "free articles." I highly recommend reading or listening to it: it's about a man's experience fleeing Gaza.

I understand wondering "how can terrorism be combated?" but the answer needs to be "not at the expense of valuing all human life."

[mewguca]

Me when I self-insert so hard i accidentally take a one-off drawing and make it a whole au

haha i am back on my nonsense...

i guess the idea is basically. twin moons haha. diana is more like. the game version of moon but probably slightly different in some way idk i gotta work on them both...Luna is kinda just. slef insert beam go brrr but also kinda different i guess uh. different kinda strengths and weaknesses?

Diana is more "proper" and better versed in her iterator duties and the knowledge of the world around her. She's more outgoing and assertive and can even sometimes be a little bit sarcastic. She takes on a big sisterly role for the other iterators, checking in on them a lot. She is well-informed on politics and history and other topics that concern her duties, and she monitors the condition of the Regions around her. She tends to be more logical and rational, but that is not to say she is cold by any means. She is sort of the model of a "perfect" iterator, and she is praised as such. This gives her expectations to live up to, though, and she sometimes struggles under the pressure to live up to them.

Luna is less focused on her duties and more...spacey I guess? She's much more shy and reserved and is a bit more pessimistic and unconfident...but she enjoys creating things like drawing and singing and talking to the residents of their can(s) about their creations. She is less concerned about things like politics and history and more interested in looking at cute little creatures in the surrounding ecosystem, haha. She also has a bit of a mischievous side she lets show sometimes. She likes to make people laugh and maybe tease them a bit.

They're both very caring though, of course. They both share that aspect of Moon! They especially care about each other and enjoy spending time together...they also like to dote on their little brother FP. They are both highly regarded, if in somewhat different ways and for different reasons. Diana is revered for her academic and practical contributions, such as keeping the systems running smoothly. Luna is revered for her contributions to the culture and the arts in the cities atop her can. They serve important roles and are seen as inseparable.

Of course yknow theyre not perfect so they can be kinda envious of each other sometimes etc etc hehe...

I suppose my idea for their structures is connecting structures? They have a connecting chamber in the middle, and the combination of structures in general can be either connected or separated. Diana is technically the senior twin so she has the overall authority at the end of the day. They also still share some water with FP because they are still neighbors.

I am unsure what their chat acronyms should be...maybe copy the theme of moon's ingame one and do Big Sis Diana and Little Sis Luna? Though...then thatd be confusing talking to their little brother maybe haha. But having them use LTTMI and LTTMII does not seem...the most practical.

When it comes to ...yknow...I am unsure which direction I want to go in. Should I have them collapse together since it's less scary if they have each other?

or should I be evil and make one of them force their water onto the other so they can get help for the other twin...But then....they'd definitely be separated...and if one side collapses more than the other, I'm not sure how you'd get them back together. Much to think about!

I think it'd be cute to see them interact with monk and surv, though! the little scug siblings! just like them! and separated just like them if we go that route smiles diabolically

I do want them to be happy in the end of course! but yknow we can have a little suffering as a treat

I have much to flesh out...waahhhh the brainrot never ends I suppose

[threeimagineryboys]

all my fave lgbtq+ shows happen to air around the same time and now they’re all on hiatus, pre-production etc. like... how am I supposed to live under these conditions? no stranger things? no our flag means death? no heartbreak high? no young royals? FOR OVER A YEAR????? *dying*

[catgirlforkaeya]

Stuck for ideas?

You should write a thing about you patching Kaeya up! You already have one about him patching reader up, so you could just complete the set

Alternatively- nightmares! So much angst potential, so much fluff potential! Two of my most beloved things, aside from Kaeya and your writing of course <3

patching him up

kaeya x gn!reader

synopsis: kaeya comes home from a mission injured

word count: 977

hurt/comfort + fluff at the end

warnings: blood + injuries

a/n: i am so sorry this took awhile anon 😭 i’ve been meaning to write but my excuse is that i watched seraph of the end and began the manga and crowley has invaded my mind please help he’s fine asf ☝️ hopefully i can get back into writing soon tho

“so… how exactly did this happen?” you spoke softly, gently running your fingers over open wounds before grabbing disinfectant.

“treasure hoarders— my cover got blown and they decided to jump me,” kaeya scoffed under his breath, adverting his gaze to the side.

kaeya was supposed to be out on a week long mission… but that mission was forced to end early due to the fact somebody blew his cover. you weren’t expecting him back for another three days, so when he opened the door all bloody and bruised it was truly quite the surprise. this wasn’t the first time he’s come home in this shape, and you knew it definitely was not going to be the last.

you let out a small sigh as you began to run the disinfectant over kaeya’s wounds. once you got the blood stopped and cleaned up you realized thankfully they weren’t as bad as you thought. at first glance the cuts seemed to be a few layers thick, but majority of them only made it past the skin. overall this was a highly concerning predicament— nobody wants to see the love of their life show up bleeding all over the place.. but you were relieved none of the injuries were very severe.

the two of you spent the next few minutes in silence. the only noises that could be heard throughout your living room was kaeya’s still-panicked breathing and the opening of plastic. the eye stinging scent of disinfectant filled the room, making your nose feel like it was on fire. you were trying your best to move as quickly as possible so that you could hopefully end kaeya’s pain fast, but your mind was not cooperating. you kept dropping stuff, accidentally grabbing the wrong thing, etc. each time you messed something up you felt yourself die inside a little.

“hun you don’t need to rush,” kaeya broke the silence. you paused and looked up at him— he must’ve picked up on your frantic actions.

“i know— i just don’t want you to keep bleeding and stay in pain any longer,” a frustrated sigh escaped your lips. you continued working your way around his body, noting that you only had one more wound left to take care of.

“i’ll be fine, it’s not the first time i’ve ended up like this. plus you’ve seen me in worse conditions,” he let out a dry and forced laugh. you could tell he was trying his best to brighten the mood with some humor.

“this is becoming more frequent though. the last few missions that jean has sent you on have ended with you getting injured in some way. two months ago it was a sprained wrist and broken finger, last month it was a concussion! how many more missions until you end up—“ you paused mid sentence. your brain was realizing what you’d just said, and when you saw the look on kaeya’s face you felt guilt flood you. you’d never really snapped like that before, so it caught both of you off guard.

“i’m so sorry i-“ tears welled in your eyes before you could say anything else, your voice beginning to crack. you took this as a sign from the universe to stop talking, so you did so.

“it’s.. okay,” kaeya looked down at the ground, shifting a little under your touch. “you’re right.”

silence once again filled the room. this time it wasn’t a peaceful silence. this was the type of silence that suffocated you, slowly choking you until you could barely breathe at all. your lungs felt like they were being crushed.

thankfully you finished bandaging kaeya’s wounds not too long after the silence began. once you got done checking everywhere to make sure you didn’t miss anything, you stepped out into the bathroom. you shuffled around through the drawers looking for some form of painkillers.

you brought a glass of water and two pain killers out, handing them to kaeya as you sat down next to him. you shifted uncomfortably every few seconds, unsure of what to do. kaeya didn’t seem mad at you— but at the same time it’s hard to read him in conditions like this.

next thing you knew you felt kaeya’s arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into his bare chest. he winced a little at your body accidentally brushing over the bandaged wounds, which caused you to apologize profusely.

“thank you for taking care of me,” he rested his chin on the top of your head, rubbing small circles into your back with his thumb.

you lifted your head up and placed a few kisses on his jawline, trailing up to his lips.

“you’re welcome hun. what kind of partner would i be if i didn’t help bandage you up?”

kaeya let out a soft hum at your joke, a faint smile coming across his face. now that you two were close you could see the exhaustion written all over his face. you started to wonder how long it’d been since he last slept well.

“why don’t we get to bed?” you reached up to cup his cheek, faintly brushing over his cheekbone. “and take the next few days off, please. you need to rest.”

“where’s all this sudden worrying come from?” he raised an eyebrow at you, causing you to place a gentle slap to his bare chest. both of you let out laughs at the same time, the room filling with giggles.

“fine, fine. i’ll tell jean tomorrow that i’m taking leave, but only because you asked so nicely,” he placed a kiss to your forehead, then to your nose. you scrunched your face a little, giggling once again.

it felt nice having things back to normal, the tension from earlier was long gone. kaeya and you were back to your usual teasing games, just how it should be.

© all rights reserved to catgirlforkaeya. reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is NOT allowed.

[ddarker-dreams]

This isn't necessarily a question related to your lore, so feel free to ignore it! Or, if you do answer it, feel free to give some random lore as well. Or not!

I struggle with writing the hook and/or opening as a whole with any story I write, to the point that it has stopped me from finishing or even attempting to write some of my fanfic ideas.

Do you do anything special when you're writing the beginning of one of your stories, or just any tips to share in general regarding how you start your stories?

Thank you so much!

oh i absolutely get what you mean hjrntkmegr i used to struggle with this a lot, especially since i think it's hammered into our heads that our first sentence needs to be like. noble prize worthy. while i definitely don't want to downplay the importance of an interesting hook, i feel what helped me was using a placeholder and coming back to it later. i tend to write my stories in chronological order since that's just the flow i do the best with, so whenever i encounter an area that's giving me particular difficulty/frustrating me, i make a vague note of what i want then come back later.

another concept that's helped me is thinking of the first sentence/paragraph as a way to set the tones and themes of a story. in my humble opinion, i don't think it always needs to be super flashy.

one of my favorite openings in literature is the first paragraph from the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson:

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

while there's a lot to love about this introduction, what stands out to me in particular is how it perfectly establishes the tone for the rest of the novel. since you're the author of your work, there's no one better suited to lay out the themes you'll be expanding on than you. i'm not sure of that makes sense but . i mean it as in you're already capable of capturing the feeling you're going for, no matter how you decide to do so.

and this is just one of many methods! sometimes stories start with exposition, a line of dialogue that leads into a conversation, etc etc. if there's anything you takeaway from this, it's that you can experiment and play around with many different possibilities. i had to reframe how i look at writing the start of a story because of how much i used to go 😬 about it. when i looked at it as something i can play around with, i went from dreading to enjoying it.

anyway, i hope this helps, and as always whenever i try to give 'writing advice' (i feel pretentious calling it that because i am a silly little fanfic writer on tungle.com), so please take everything with a grain of salt.

[theartistrans]

I did this one for my roomate who is intersex. I'm not great the best with this sort of thing, and I'm not intersex, but I wanted to share some cited facts about intersex people on behalf of the intersex person I love. And I ask you read because intersex people deserve our respect and if you just fucking need to hear it to care: you definitely know, and maybe love at least one intersex person.

If you've never heard the term intersex, it is an umbrella term for people born with "non-standard" sex characteristics. Perisex is the opposite, people both clearly and plainly male or female.

About 1 in every 100 people are born with bodies which differ from the standard idea of male and female. That makes intersex people as common as redheads!!!

About 1 in every 1,666 people are simple born with neither XX or XY chromosomes

1 in every 1,000 people are given surgery to "correct" the genitals they were born with because they are intersex

Most of these people are operated on under the age of 2, obviously unable to consent. These surgeries can cause lifelong chronic pain, incontinence, inaccurate gender assignment, and more.

Some people who are intersex are cis, and some are trans. It's really down to the person!

Intersex is a a term for a variety of medically studied body situations, but that doesn't mean it needs to be treated inherently. There's nothing wrong or scary about being intersex!!! Some intersex people need healthcare related to their diagnosis, and some people do not.

But that means if you think you are intersex, you should probably seek a diagnosis!!

That being said, some people live their entire lives with no idea they are intersex. Some people are even lied to about their doctors about their diagnosis.

I'm adding sources below the cut, but I'm adding way more than just what's in this post, videos, articles, etc, and I am literally begging people take some time to educate yourselves on intersex people. Intersex people exist outside of awareness days, but supposed allies often don't act like it, we could all do better.