#i do not expect you to do that overnight

[nexus-nebulae]

yknow i think im starting to feel like im not entirely comfortable with endo neutrals following us bc like. ok let's say im trans. and i have an also queer friend who is not trans. but then they start talking about how they have transphobic friends and still like hanging out with them? yeah, that's not someone i would ever feel safe around again.

i believe people's word on their lived experiences. if you are totally okay with a community that weaponizes ableism and sanism and death threats against a group of people who are just trying to exist as themselves, then i do not feel safe around you whatsoever. if you interact with anti endos I'm going to assume you support them. and i do not fucking know or care what my own origin is and am never going to reveal that honestly PRIVATE information- but if any one of you (general) is ok with other people harassing my endo friends, then you are not a safe person for me to be around.

[alittleemo]

the lord is going to need to send me four different blessings to balance out the way this week is going 😍 like one is not enough brother

[nonsensical-shitposting]

If I were a character in BlankMoth, my fatal flaw would be spending too much time brainstorming cool-sounding (and probably thematically and grammatically incoherent) Icelandic/Icelandic-adjacent names for the monsters and stuff as opposed to trying to survive and solving mysteries.

[saesans]

as someone part of the 92% this election who unfortunately bought into the false hope of never going back and this country turning over a new leaf it’s difficult for me to talk about the political situation in america right now without wanting to speak to all sides like eric mays so i will just say this: you can still do the things, regardless.

you can still celebrate black history month, hispanic heritage month, aapi month, etc to preserve the written and oral histories of these diverse cultures. you can donate and frequent museums and other venues who will likely have their funding pulled for doing just that. you can amplify gay and lesbian stories and lives and volunteer at organizations dedicated to HIV research and defending marriage equality, or even just celebrating same-sex love. you can feed your community whenever you’d like. you can help your immigrant neighbors find work, housing, and a village. you can offer rides to the elderly and babysit the children of working parents in your neighborhood. you can tutor them and make sure they have access to the histories the american school system will try to ignore. you can provide medicine and transportation to women who need reproductive care. you can read feminist texts, create female solidarity, and encourage the women and girls in your life to take up space and not shrink in times like this. you can support independent journalists and keep the mainstream ones you trust alive. you can show up for artists creating diverse stories and perspectives and amplify their works. you can help fund and create your own independent media channels and networks. you can band together to put a down payment on a house and enjoy it together with people you love, even if it's 6 of you to one place. you can carpool and split the cost of gas and car repairs. you can share your metro card. you can go out of your way to patronize small businesses just because they’re bisexual-owned, native american owned, disabled-owned, or whatever you relate to and find community in. you can ask to donate to them to help offset rising costs of rent and inventory. you can frequent libraries and check out books on controversial topics and experiences other than your own so they can preserve funding, or you can buy their stock to keep these books circulating should they be affected too. you can pay off lunch debts at k-12 schools and make meals for the children in your community so they don’t have to worry about going hungry when they should be studying. you can buy in bulk from costco or sam’s club and share or donate where you can. you can take student and professional clubs for affinity groups off the threatened campuses and workplaces and into something accessible like the park, an online forum, or even a living room to keep them alive. you can offer to help clean the homes of your elderly/disabled neighbors or even just let the theater kids throw a production of “dreamgirls” in your backyard because somebody’s ornery peepaw accused it of being CRT propaganda and got it shut down.

you can take care of each other. you don’t need the backing or funding of the government to preserve, honor, or amplify the humanity and heritage of those around you. all this waffling about not owing anybody anything and small talk with strangers being ableist and bourgeoisie needs to stop yesterday. no one is coming to save us. get serious and mitigate harm where you can. see about your people and do it often

[yokyoaaa]

WOWZA!! A THOUSAND?!?! THAT'S LIKE, TEN TIMES A HUNDRED!! HOT DOG!!

TYSM AAA!!

[andr0nap-wf]

rereading albrechts notes and the duviri fragment on scholars landing, having a lot of thoughts and no clue how to word them

[phynixdotcom]

My workplace occasionally likes to shoot me in the foot, just to see how long I'll limp. Today, they took away one of my weekend days day-of without notifying me at all, & are prolly expecting me to come. Jokes on them: I'm not doing that.

[gwynbleiddyn]

sighs i feel so. bad. about playing destiny

no matter how much i try i havent been able to find a group or a niche that consistently runs a) same time as me and b) is actually co-operative with my disability and doesn't just delegate me to random backfill or ad clear

like i spend hours learning dungeons and raids only to not do them. i'm so willing to teach if people have a little patience. i've been kicked from so many lfgs once they realise i'm not on comms. people say it isn't an issue but it absolutely is and nobody seems interested in navigating it and it makes me so freaking sad that one of my all time favourite games is so fucking unplayable to me

[rosicheeks]

You’re doing great Rosie. Hugs

[squirmydonnie]

Vent: ?

In 5th grade I had the assumption that it would be just as nice as elementary school had been. No one ever told me otherwise. No one ever told me about most of the differences.

I knew that I would be bullied already. No one had to tell me that. My parents had already warned me of bullies and what to do. I hadn't had too many experiences yet, but I knew they were coming. I still felt pretty prepared.

But of course when 6th grade came, just by the first day I was disappointed. I didn't expect something big and great, but I didn't think I would be thrown into it like this.

I didn't know I met both of my bullies here.

NBB really hadn't bullied me before this garde. Only ever persuaded me into things. Not always bad things. But I would always do them. I like making people happy.

But because my expectations were ruined so bad, I decided to no longer have expectations at all.

It doesn't sound necessarily like a bad idea. But it turned out to be that way.

I couldn't find a way to balance it.

It wasn't really just that I was let down. But it was that everything that everything was became worse. And everything worse became terrible. So that was the mindset I was in.

But doing this has made it to where I don't get excited for things anymore. Unless I'm really certain.

Which makes things like governor school have a bad cloud over them in the beginning.

Things that are bad I don't prepare for well. Because I don't have my expectations there.

I wish that I could just take it off now or something. But I don't think so.

I really enjoyed governor school. I liked it. So wish that I could've let myself be excited instead of assuming it would be another disaster.

Bad things did happen there. But bad things happen everywhere. And I liked being able to be around people who didn't bully me and were supportive.

I liked it there.

I miss how it was there.

On the day before the last I felt like I had finally acclimated to it. But then I had to go.

[bandofchimeras]

moving tomorrow can't sleep. everything and everyone are coming together to make this happen. a chance to start over fresh and become someone new. power in my hands. and the fear, that I would have to abandon and cut off everyone who came before, turned out to be the opposite of the truth.

[xstarkillerx]

again, sorry for being so slow to get to asks, editing this film is making me genuinely want to die, things keep going wrong and I want it out of my site

[bowtix]

“ You’re not even trying… “

[do-you-have-a-flag]

Text recounting of the full events below but oh my god please watch this person explain the wildest thing happening to them

[image text]r/trueoffmychest post by CptnSpaceCase tiktok handle kelseycanstand

Today my aide cooked what should not be cooked

I have to get this out, because today feels like an actual nightmare I keep expecting to wake up from.

I'm disabled, and need help with stuff around the house. Today was the second day with a new agency and new home health aide, "Tina." I set it up so she would come by in the morning while I'm sleeping (insomnia is killer), and I texted her last night what I would need done today.

One of those things was to roast some precut squash I'd gotten so I could have it with my salads and pasta. I was very clear in my instructions: what it looked like, where it was in the fridge, how to use the oven, how to cook it. I also have a roommate who was up and told her she could ask them for help if she couldn't find anything. Or come get me if truly necessary.

Now, I have three pet ball pythons. They eat rats that I thaw from frozen in the fridge in a reusable plastic bag. Yes, that's where I'm going with this.

Tina couldn't find the squash, and so, obviously, that meant she should roast the first other thing she could see that was technically also encased in plastic, in a completely different area of the fridge. The FUCKING RATS. In butter and salt, in my nice baking dish.

And like, that's insane all on its own, but if you're going to cook any animal, you should at least clean and skin it first, right??? Like, do the crazy, disgusting thing properly so I can respect the effort, instead of sticking them in as is. Fur and guts and all.

And the smell. Good God baby Jesus the SMELL. It woke me up and had me gagging the moment I opened my bedroom door. Definitely not squash. Or food-smelling for that matter. At first I thought the squash had spontaneously rotted overnight and she'd tried to cook it anyway. That would have been slightly less insane and much preferable.

I had to pull it out of her what she was cooking instead when she said she couldn't find it (it was in plain sight), had to open the oven and see my snakes' dinners in place of my own and still couldn't process what the fuck was happening, what I was looking at and smelling. I don't like yelling at people and generally avoid it. Today was a day for exceptions. And at the end of my half-crazed, dissociative rant, I told her to get the whole dish and its contents and herself out of the fucking house. And to not come back.

Suffice to say, I've contacted the agency to report it and am requesting a new aide. Now I'm sitting at a cafe trying to calm down and eat something despite the scent memory that's taken up permanent residence and turning my stomach. The whole house reeks like musty, sewage-dipped pork that had been left out for a whole day before being cooked in rancid oil, and I'm not sure Febreeze is gonna cut it. I don't want to go home. 🫠😭

[aquaticaberration]

accidentally dozed off at work for like 15-20 min and if they try to fire me over that shit i'm going to tell them that i warned them that that was going to happen because they decided to fuck around with my schedule

[cyarsk52-20]