#it's not much help

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

rant

I'm never getting out of here because my dad keeps borrowing thousands of dollars from me. He borrows, pays me back a nickel here a dime there, then borrows more and more and more. At one point he forgot how much he owed me and insisted that I was the one trying to rip him off. He borrowed even more today, and my mom is trying to be peacemaker, reassuring me that they're good for it and will have me paid off by the end of the summer. Sure, just like you said last month. And the month before that! I have nothing! My dad treats it like it's free money, an interest free credit card with no limit and no due date. He spends most of his waking time "doing the numbers," keeping track of the finances in countless notebooks that he has strewn around the house, stuffed in every nook of every room, most of them full to bursting with additional papers and envelopes stuffed between their pages. I looked at one once, and it was the scribblings of a madman, just page after page of nonsense figures and symbols like a fucking zodiac killer. He had a stroke in 2020, and he's never been the same. I don't think it even makes sense to him, because he's always whiplashing back and forth between "we're rich, let's spend hundreds of dollars on shit we don't need" and "we're destitute, we're ruined, we're gonna lose the house" because he thinks he can do math in his head (he never could, even before the stroke). I don't understand how he's able to hold down a job if he acts like this in front of us. Is he able to hide it in public, or do all his co-workers think he's fucking insane? He doesn't know how computers work. He's been using them since before I was born, but he doesn't know how to look up files or attach them to emails or close tabs or reset passwords or google ANYTHING! If he doesn't know how to do something, he just won't do it, won't even bother looking for tutorials or asking how it's done, he'll just pretend like it's not his problem, and somehow it always works out for him. I don't understand, I hate him so much. He's an abusive alcoholic motherfucker who is cruel to every single man, woman, and child he sees (he once threatened to drop kick a little girl in front of her parents in a grocery store because she darted in front of his cart when he was leaving an aisle, and I'm surprised her dad didn't kick his ass right then and there). It is so much worse than I could possibly put into words here, there are so many little ongoing things that keep adding up, I feel like I'm being dragged down into hs crazy little world to stay. God help me, I can't handle this anymore, I want to just pack up and leave but I have no money and nowhere to go. I can't move away until I have an apartment, I can't get an apartment until I find a job, and I can't find a job until I move away, fuckin catch-22! My current job is killing me, and I don't make enough to live on my own, but I can't stay with my folks any longer. It's to the point that I would rather be homeless than stuck here. I feel sick, I just want it all to stop...

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[frownyalfred]

Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

[stil-lindigo]

they're burning ballots in the US now btw. in case you wanted to know where things are at.

Edit: to clarify, locations mentioned are Vancouver, Washington and Portland, Oregon. This news story does not involve Canada.

Important info: Context: Dropbox location was Fisher's Landing Transit Center near Southeast 162nd Avenue Hundreds of ballots lost, voters should contact the Clark Auditor ASAP Clark Auditor contact info: clark.wa.gov/auditor (Washington voters) can confirm your ballot was received on: vote.wa.gov (Oregon voters) can confirm your ballot was received on: sos.oregon.gov General Ballot tracker: voteamerica.org/ballot-tracker

[bug-s0da]

blehhh...

i made an aa/lawyersona of @snapscube :3 we all know and love the lawyer+silly girl duos of ace attorney but it's about time the silly girl became the lawyer

[martyrbat]

the memes and jokes about biden dropping out are all great but PLEASE dont turn away and forget the victims of him directly funding a genocide. these are real people that are still being impacted by his cruelty, their tragedies are still ongoing and they need our support more than ever.

if I can suggest a Palestinian family to support, I'll highly recommend Yusuf and his family—who has been vetted for [here]. The GoFundMe breaks down the costs, including the urgent need for an eight year old child to have a kidney replacement, but only €8,404 is currently needed for his family to pay crossing and coordination fees!!

[uncanny-tranny]

Not to sound like a person who actually cares about children, but it's so alarming that there's this tendency and trend of not telling kids about their medical conditions that are in their charts.

I'm finding out as an adult that they (though it's not documented who) diagnosed me with a life-long, chronic condition without telling me when I was a teenager. I found out recently when I got curious about my medical charts, and otherwise, I would not have known what's wrong with me. I've been left with more questions than answers, and I feel like a private investigator investigating my own damn health and life.

Is this medical malpractice? Yes. However, I think it also speaks to a broader point of how children are seen to not be entitled to their own lives in any capacity, to the point where they are (intentionally or not) made ignorant about things that are or will affect them.

[greykolla-art]

It’s healthy to step out of our comfort zone’s a little!😜

[captainjonnitkessler]

You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".

Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.

[mo-mode]

AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

[lowpolyanimals]

Piano Worm from Frog Detective 3: Corruption at Cowboy County

[thelostmoongazer]

more figuring out how i wanna draw the Lamb :3

[lleafcup]

please hold.

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[hinamie]

spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair

[red-hood-vigilante]

s1 is just. i love you grainy unfocused shots of cemeteries and foggy roads no one travels. i love you john’s journal as a bible. i love you sam driving the impala casually with dean sleeping in the passenger seat. i love you jessica moore and sarah blake and cassie robinson. i love you dark motels with neon signs and dusty libraries with huge lore books. i love you side character serving as a mirror to the winchesters. i love you cleaning guns and wounds and sharpening of knives and gas stations and flip phones and laptop stickers. i love you small towns where time stands still with something unknowable and hungry lurking in the shadows. i love you angry psychic sam and dean trying his best with a leather jacket too big for him. i love you looming presences of john and mary. i love you homemade and flawed equipment. i love you horror and tragedy and blood. i love you dramatic lighting and silhouettes. i love you folklore and local legends. i love you -