#maybe im just touchy?

[darilarostarg]

As someone who grew up partly in Northern Ireland, and has several family members that have been deeply affected by The Troubles, I'm really struggling to find Condal's comparison here? Simply because the Dance is not a generational conflict?

I don't know, maybe the fictional civil war between two royal factions of a singular house (that ends once the leaders of both factions die), should not be compared to decades of violent conflict that was born from years of British occupation, oppression and massacre....

[pizzadatez]

listen idk how many people can relate to this but i can't stop thinking abt. f/os that are touchy without even realizing it.

like !!! they always have an arm slung around your shoulder , or a hand placed on your back , or sometimes their fingers will barely graze over you because your presence is just so magnetizing to them. whenever you sit next to them there's a slow shift as they lean into you, gradually, maybe snaking a hand over yours or settling their head against your arm ...

... but then the moment anyone calls attention to it they're confused. maybe they'll be hanging out with a colleague or you'll just bring it up in random conversation , but when someone points it out they have to pause and self-reflect. me ? touchy ?? what are you talking about. when did this happen. (as if they haven't been non-stop holding your hand for the past 30 minutes)

[nerdyqueerr]

one benefit ive unexpectedly gained from lurking around nsfw tumblr is seeing how many people are really into the idea of their lovers being super handsy and touchy in public

[ratatatastic]

do you write fic on ao3?

unfortunately for everyone involved i do!

[inkmaze]

kinda spent the last 2 days in disbelief about how stupid I can be with flirting. ohhh my goddd. it's not even that I'm oblivious it's more like i notice some signs and still convince myself oh they're just being friendly :]. my head is in my hands

[otrtbs]

“you can just take guns to music concerts in the united states” some of these bitches need to never speak again and i’m so serious about that.

[whoslaurapalmer]

can't sleep. it's the 'I've now watched three whole entire episodes of twin peaks and a fourth one is starting' can't sleep

[nananarc]

when you discovered that the lore of your favorite game shit on your entire people and an entire region by effectively wipe you out of the map.

and you decided to fuck the lore and write your own lore.

fuck this man. we deserve to exist in this dystopian world too!

[spurgie-cousin]

Just saw the video and commentary you posted around the poverty cosplaying and I just want to add that there used to be a different place in Arkansas that did a similar thing, sorta. It was through a charity organization that shifted focus so they no longer run the program, but they used to have a "global village" where people would get assigned different regions of the world to live in by lottery with a couple key differences. First, they used actual names of actual countries and provided actual information about the country/culture. Secondly, it wasn't for mission training but instead was meant to be an educational tool to help middle school and high school students to consider how existing in different global and socio-economic circumstances change your decision making etc. and in depth discussion and educational activities were facilitated frequently. I went there as part of an overnight high school trip and while in retrospect the "poverty cosplaying" does give me the ick I still feel like that particular program was informative. Mostly I'm shook that two distinct programs like this exist in AR? I've literally never heard of the Harding one from the video until now and went on a Google deep dive to see if they were connected in some way, but not that I can tell. Anyway, no deep thoughts really, just thought it was super interesting/weird.

There is something in the water over there in Arkansas man lol. I can never learn just some normal fact about AR, it's always something weird.

I totally understand wanting to create more empathy for those who live in poverty, especially in teenagers who are in a really formative years of their lives. And it's one thing to replicate conditions in your immediate area which you are intimately familiar with, but I just can't get on board with play-acting poverty in different areas of the world. I just think about how I'd feel if some religious group in another country tried to replicate my life experience for shock value.

Even replicating the conditions semi-well can't replicate the actual stakes faced by the people they're cosplaying. You can't replicate the stress of a single mother working 2 jobs and supporting 3 kids in a one-room house, you can't replicate the stress of food insecurity and legitimately being worried about when your next meal will be, etc etc. And something about pretending to do them when you can just go back to normal life at any time just feels disrespectful in a way I can't really articulate.

Idk if people get something from it that's great and I do get the thinking behind the one you described at least, I'm mostly still ranting about the first camp lol. I don't have any doubt that some of the people running the camp you went to had good intentions (the other one though I'm really not sure based on the town names) I just have a lot of mixed experience in Christian missionary culture where poverty is treated voyeuristically which is just definitely the vibe I got from the first camp.

[wings-of-angels]

No max u cannot do a juce mermaid au u cannot do a juce mermaid au u cannot-

[gregoftom]

gross

[crowfonder]

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[blindedguilt-archived]

Your hair feels so good around my fingers. Can I touch it forever?

For the few silent moments he had felt that touch on his hair, aside from a strong flinch, Leonard had remained still, calm, and silent as he quite literally widdled away his time with what appeared to be some sort of stake he was making - could it have been for a tent? Some skewer for game? Regardless, the hermit had remained notably tense, yet otherwise unbothered as he continued his simple task. There was a frown on his face, but he didn't speak. He didn't move.

...So it had continued that way for the next few minutes, Leonard continuing his work with a gradual loss of tenseness as the feeling numbed off - The knife in his hand (Certainly not one for the purpose of widdling, but small and handled with enough care that it could have been) continued to snip patiently away as he felt the vague, nonchalant feeling of long locks wrap around the another's fingers. The sound of cutting wood filled the air as he worked, and if he were to be completely honest, even as little as he began to notice it, Leonard had almost begun to feel relaxed in a sense that he truly had nothing to fear...

...At least, until the sound of Popshi's voice had reached his ears.

"....!?"

At this the large shoulders of the hermit jerked upwards with a sudden start at the unexpectedly masculine sound of the other's voice, and immediately, a flustered hand had dropped the small knife he was using to cut the wood and waved blindly to shoo the other back.

"P...Please, that is enough..! What are you doing!?"

It had taken him a moment to find a solid standing in his voice, Leonard crying out with more firm insistence than roughness, though there was no denying his obvious shock that the past few minutes of peace had been spent with an unexpected stranger. Just who was this man? Had his heart been any calmer, Leonard would have otherwise been uncharacteristically bothered that just anyone felt they had a right to that in particular. It was a rare, finnicky spot for the hermit that he cared little for others to lay hand upon for the memories - and guilt - that it had brought him. That this man (Or at least, they sounded like one) had sounded lighter in his tone served little to ease his burden.

He didn't know this man... Did he? Now that the initial shock had passed enough for him to think, that voice did sound rather familiar.

...But whoever it was, it certainly seemed that it was no one the now-startled hermit had expected.

[woahajimes]

i feel such an incredibly frustriating yearn

[mmyneonlights]

maybe i have a fear of abandonment but i think the answer to that might be not having anyone in my life i care about so no one can abandon me

[southerngothicaf]

Ohh no.