#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.

[lavendertheys]

You can tell just how deeply Laura Bailey hates Delilah Briarwood because Imogen's Delilah voice is the same as Abby's Joel voice

[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.

[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

[emdotcom]

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.

[horce-divorce]

The people who survive homelessness are the ones who are aware of wider structures at play, and who don't merely blame themsleves for their circumstances.

No amount of trauma-informed therapy and social work, no amount of waitlisting, no amount of phone calls or begging politely or anything else will fundamentally change the root issue: I am too disabled to earn enough money to live.

I've been doing this for 10 years now. Basically all I've known my entire adult life is homelessness. I'm tired. I know I'm "doing everything right," inasmuch as I'm able to. I can't go back to work or i would, but everything else? I apply for help. I get on waitlists. (The average wait is 8-10 years. I've only just gotten on the waitlist, after all this time.) I've asked churches for money and resources. I freelance and I sell what I can whenever I can. I go to food pantries, I barely even eat. I learn how to fix things myself. I take good care of me, as much as I can.

I go only where I'm invited. I never ask directly for help; only give people the option to. I never ask for seconds. I make myself smaller and smaller each time. And I wait. And I wait and wait and wait, like such a Good Boy, but master never lets me back into the house.

[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.

[banannabethchase]

I really REALLY wish I enjoyed Halloween.

[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. 🫠😭

[exopelagic]

I am baking cake at midnight and it is going to kill me <3