#showers for the homeless

[enemywasp]

I HATE tiktok and the Internet in general rn for the obsession with "oh this person's smellyyy" "Brother it STINKS over here" "BOO 💧🧼🧽🚿" and stuff like that. I wish I could put into words how demeaning and patronising that whole idea is and people implying anyone they don't like doesn't wash.

For one there's something grating about being insulted in a manner like we're in nursery again. But also WHY is that the go to insult. Why do you associate these things? Especially to those you deem "chronically online". Like I don't want to sound pathetic but it feels so nasty to me.

is it extreme to say this feels tied to ableism? And classism too?

[just-your-average-tangerine]

Was forced to watch a truly incredible (derogatory) thing recently.

A young person on twitter, adamant that transandrophobia doesn't exist on the grounds that 'no one is killing/raping/assaulting trans men'.

Several people responded, including some linking articles about murders and assaults on trans men and a couple op-ed style pieces of trans men talking about their own experiences.

Said young person responded with "I'm not reading those its triggering and I'm a minor"

So let me see if I've got this correct, you are knowingly refuse to acknowledge reality because it's upsetting to you and then you're going to turn around and deny that very reality because you refuse to acknowledge it because it's upsetting?

[theloveinc]

miguel likes being ur bed.. likes the weight of you on him.. likes keepin u safe n sound :3

It's like... Miguel's whole life is spent in one of two places: up on his platform in Spider-Society, or out in Nueva York where he's expected to be the sole protector of thousands of people... running around, fighting, getting beat... etc; both things relatively thankless endeavors in terms of what he should be doing vs. what he actually wants to be doing.

And no matter how sweet the grannies are who wave their handkerchiefs at him, their thank yous don't make up for the way his body aches after long days and even longer nights, or the sass he gets from spider-number-four-hundred-and-whatever complaining about lord knows what.

It's why, YES, he likes your bed! He likes your whole house!! He likes being with you in general, in a quiet, special place that's so different from the one that demands so much from him. It's not just about the protection (though that too, he'd keep you on a baby harness if he could, just to always know you're okay), but the fact that your bedroom is devoid of Lyla's sensors, the orange glow of endless holo-screens... even anything spider related, other than the one little Spiderman plush you bought from a street vendor a long while back; it's blue, chibi suit matching your very own one-and-only's...

...It's like an entirely separate world where nobody can find him. Nothing can interrupt your time together, esp when he's wrapped up in your covers, his watch about as far away as a living room gets from a bedroom, and you're somewhere close by (preferably, in his arms).

It's also just the cutest because he finally acts like the sweet man he is under all that responsibility and angst: getting all fake-grumpy and sassy at you for trying to get him up for dinner only to pull you under the covers with him... giving these big, stubbly smooches that he puts all over your face... and letting his actually goofy side show because he'd do anything to see you smile...

It's almost as if, he realizes eventually, he's found himself a little home in your bedroom.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 4 - Marriage of Convenience

@wolfstarmicrofic May 4, word count 972

Sirius spotted him while out shopping for new shoes. They’d lost touch after school. He and James had gone to prestigious universities, but Remus’s parents hadn’t been able to afford them, so Remus had gone straight into working for his father.

Remus was slumped in a closed shop doorway. He had about three threadbare jumpers on and a grubby duvet tucked around his legs. He had an old fast-food cup sat in front of him and passers-by tossed coins into it. 

Sirius approached. He had to once he realised who he was. 

“Remus?” He asked. Remus slowly opened his eyes, as though it took a lot of energy. Once the recognition sunk in, his eyes began darting about, looking for an escape. He grabbed his things in his arms and lurched to his feet. “Hey, hey, calm down.” Sirius tried to calm him. He reached out to steady him as he swayed on his feet. “I have a flat down the road. Come and have a cuppa.” He wrapped his arm around his old friend and began to lead him away from the gloomy doorway. 

He put a steaming mug of tea in front of him and the tin of biscuits. He went hunting in his fridge and cupboards and made him a thick ham sandwich with a wedge of cheese and a whole bag of Doritos. “Eat as much as you want.” Sirius told him. It was only when he’d put his arm around his friend that he’d realised how skinny he was. Remus dug in as if he hadn’t eaten in days. Which could very well be true given the state he was in. When they’d been boys Remus would easily have been able to finish the entirety of food before him. But this emaciated man could barely get the sandwich down. He dunked a couple of biscuits in his tea and that was it. “Come on Remus. I know you can eat more than that.” He goaded slightly, worry marring his face. Remus shook his head. 

“If I eat more I’ll be sick.” His voice was barely a crackle from lack of use. It broke Sirius’s heart. 

“What happened to you?” He needed to know. He couldn’t understand why Remus hadn’t come to one of them. 

“My father caught me with one of his employees in a compromising position, and he threw me out with nothing but what I managed to get on before he shoved me out of the door.”

“What, he chucked you out because you were shagging Brenda from accounting?” Sirius scoffed. Lyall had always been a hard bastard. 

“Jeremy from marketing, actually.” Remus winced as he took a sip of his tea and added more sugar. 

“Well, I refuse to let you spend one more night on that street. You’re taking my guest room and that’s that.” Sirius folded his arms and dared his friend to argue with him. Remus didn’t have the energy anyway. 

The next morning, Sirius arranged a meeting with his solicitor. Remus was still sleeping, so he left him a note. 

“I’m sorry Mr Black, but unless you are related to him or married you cannot, gift him the amount you want to.” Arthur had stuttered at him. All he wanted to do was set Remus up, so he wouldn’t have to worry. Sirius could afford it. What was a house, a car, a new wardrobe and all the bills paid for if he got to help a friend? 

“Thank you, Arthur.” He shook his hand and left. Stupid laws. But there was a way if only he could get Remus to agree.

Remus was picking at a slice of toast when he got back. He sat down opposite him and put on his serious face. “Remus, I need to ask you something, and you aren’t going to like it.” Remus’s head tilted and his brow furrowed. “I want to help you. Like properly. I want to get you a house and a car and whatever else you need. But my solicitor says I can’t just gift you that amount without you being related to me or,” He paused for a second. “Married to me.” He let the words sink in. Remus’s eyes widened in shock. 

“You—you want to marry me?!” He stuttered, dropping his toast onto his plate. 

“Don’t worry, we can still see other people.” Sirius winked at him. 

“Shut up. No. I mean why? Why would you want to do all that for me?” Sirius took pity as Remus’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. He reached across the table and took his friend's hand in his. 

“Because my family kicked me out and disinherited me when they caught me in a compromising position with Bernard from IT.” Remus’s eyes grew wider. 

“Oh,” He said. Sirius moved around the table and got down on one knee. 

“Remus Lupin, will you marry me, so I can gift you all the things I want to and know you’re safe. I don’t want anything in return and if you want a divorce down the line, I’ll sign the papers. But please know I want this because you're one of my best friends, and you mean the world to me.” He grinned a crooked smile at his friend, which turned into a full beaming smile when Remus nodded his head. 

“Okay, yes. If you’re sure.” He swallowed and added shyly. “Do I have to move into a house straight away or can I stay here for a bit?”

“You can do whatever you want, Remus, stay as long as you want and when you’re ready we can talk about what you want to do. But just know you’ll have a very nice allowance as my husband.” He added cheekily. 

They started the paper work that afternoon and were married within a month. 

[cerpiscool]

Silver more like STINKERRRRRRR

[deus-and-the-machina]

you know the contrast between how Vergil is presented vs thinking too hard about Vergil’s story is pretty funny. Man’s reputation is this iconic badass, the pinnacle of what video game rivalries can be, the coolest guy to play as, the guy who breaks every game he’s added to,

and then you go to the story and like. man’s lost his free will and autonomy at 19 and then came back a fractured man half of which was a lovecraftian eye beast the other half of which was a chronically ill goth man. and then he reunites and hes in like his 40s now I believe but legit the last time he was actually in a game where he wasn’t being mind controlled when he was 19 which is both sad but also thinking about how this guy who’s considered one of the top badasses of gaming has never really lived life outside of being a teenager.

Anyways this is the secret comedic potential of post DMC5 for Vergil because not only has the human world probably changed a fair bit in terms of technology, if he’s sticking around Dante he’s gonna actually have to learn in depth how taxes and grocery shopping work. Amazing.

[mamadoowop]

not to be dramatic but life in the world to come has demonstrably made my life better and made a very difficult part of my trauma recovery bearable and I'm endlessly thankful for its existence

[tenkos-heart]

I find it weird that people call Tomura "crusty."

As someone who has eczema, that's not how that works. Turns out homeboy always had eczema and wasn't a manifestation of his quirk. I think people need to realize that eczema can flair up because of stress. And... considering the things Tomura's been through, I'm not surprised he's so itchy. Tomura has severe eczema. I'm pretty sure when Tomura has the time for it, dude does use moisturizers and lip balm. It hurts like Hell if you don't use that stuff. Like some of y'all are the same people in real life who tell me to do x, y, and z when I've already done x, y, and z.

Do research before calling Tomura "crusty". It's severely ableist.

[senseofnewness]

Unpopular opinion: they could’ve left Lily out of the movie and it would’ve made no difference 👀

..................... yes

plus i can't even begin to imagine tashi being pregnant

what would be interesting would have been art's desire to create a family and retire for that and tashi holding it over his head so he performs better on the court

[vylad-romeaves-autism]

Who was going to tell me vylad is maybe canonically homeless in mystreet. This man legit just said in a pixel painters episode that he slept in a park.

[remembertheplunge]

The sacred shower

3/26/2024

 My friend Dan works with the homeless. He volunteers with the Mission in Manteca. He and I were talking outside the Manteca  gym around 5:30pm today. A homeless 65 year old alcohol soaked Larry engaged us—He said he took  a bus from Oregon—the seats were hard—he got off in Manteca—that’s why he is here. He said that his shopping cart full of his things was his home.

I gave Larry $5. Dan gave Larry $5,  a  black back pack and blue jeans from large cardboard boxes in the back of his big black pickup. Dan said they were $100.00 jeans. The boxes were full of back packs and jeans collected for the mission by the police and the military. The 3 of us had a true encounter. Larry’s first question was what would it cost to take a shower in the gym? Dan told Larry that allowing the homeless to shower in the gym has not worked out in the past. Eventually, Dan left to enter the gym—Larry said that it was amazing meeting us. He said something about God. I pointed toward Dan and said “I think that you just met God.” I turned around and said good bye to Larry and headed home. Larry said he was going to go sit in the grass by the road..

End of entry

Note.

I returned to the gym the next morning to work out and take a shower before court in Stockton at 8:30am. The shower was a different experience because of Larry’s request the day before . In the shower’s flow, I felt a mix of guilt and of gratitude. Larry had turned the shower into a sacred event for me which in that it was  denied to him.

[29121996]

can i uhhh gwt a loan of $5000 please

[omi-papus]

You want to see how empathetic someone really is? Watch how they treat someone that dosent bathe as often as they do.

[badolmen]

I’m trying to find a way to articulate this without sounding like a condescending asshole.

[fuwaprince]

White people when they didn't shower their kids in 2020: I am virtuous all natural savior 🙏 going green ♻️💚 saving water ✨so pure and clean✨ you're welcome "bae" 🕊️

White people when brown kids don't shower: *gags while kicking us out of school* *bullies* *shames* *guilts* *doesn't care whether or not we even a place with running water* *spreads the lie that it's because we're just dirty*

[homeless202]

so like...EY froze to death but at least spring is coming?

i'm so upset like they even made it a point that it was really fucking cold by mentioning it multiple times and i'm supposed to be ok with that and the knowledge that EY doesn't have anywhere to go?? that he spent the whole winter break out in the cold???😭