#you might not like this

[crow-caller]

as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[hazardousheather]

It really makes me sad for people who believe in and live their life for god.

It's a bit tragic, really. These individuals have placed their faith in a belief system that, while comforting to some, limits their potential. They spend their lives yearning for a future that does not exist, rather than making the most of the present. It's a reminder of the power of belief and the human capacity for hope, even when it's misplaced.

It's like they're living in a real-life fantasy novel. They pray to a sky wizard, hoping for divine intervention in their daily lives. I mean, who wouldn't want a magical being to solve all their problems? It's a bit like wishing on a shooting star, except they do it every day, multiple times a day.

Every week, they gather in their sacred halls to belt out hymns and petition an invisible sky-father. They offer up their hard-earned cash to a select few who, in turn, interpret ancient texts for them. It's a truly magical ritual, it's like something out of a story book.

They think this sky wizard can fix anything! From a stubbed toe to world hunger, he's got it covered. And somehow, people end up fighting and killing each other in his name. It's like a really bad superhero movie, except the superhero is invisible and the villains are real. And the idea of a heaven and hell? That's straight out of a bad sci-fi novel. I mean, when you die, it's lights out, show's over. No encore, no curtain call. Just eternal darkness, or eternal bliss, depending on how well you prayed. Sounds riveting.

Maybe some folks just can't handle the cosmic joke that is existence. The idea of a big, fat zero at the end of it all? Too much for them. They need a happy ending, a reward for all their suffering. So, they invent a magical land in the sky, where fluffy clouds and golden streets await. I guess you could say they're not strong enough for the truth. They prefer a good old-fashioned fairy tale.

They believe that a dude was born

From a virgin

They think a guy named Jesus, who was nailed to a piece of wood and then came back to life a week later, is going to save them from the apocalypse. They believe in a talking snake, a flood that covered the entire planet, and a dude who lived inside a whale. Oh, and let's not forget the guy who built a giant boat and rounded up two of every animal, including dinosaurs! And they think the more money you have, the more God likes you. It's like a really bizarre, real-life fantasy novel.

I don't believe in anything. Not god, not Satan, not astrology, not magic, not ghosts. Nothing. I'm too much of a realist to believe in anything. I wish I had an imagination though. You have to have some sort of an imagination to believe in something like that. I truly envy people who believe in magic and ghosts and stuff like that. I wish I could, but I just know it's not real.

Idk, that's my rant. I'm not dissing anyone who believes in god. All the more power to you. I'm just stating my perspective. I'm sure there would be people who would love to tell me how wrong I am and bla bla bla- but lucky for me, no one sees my page. So yep.

[slyandthefamilybook]

why do you guys talk like you think not voting means no one gets elected

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

hey since it's coming up again: no it's not a good thing that the government wants to ban tiktok. no you should not be glad that the government might ban tiktok. no you should not respond to this with "good riddance" or "hurry up I hate that app". I should not have to explain this to you but the government banning a social media app is still a bad thing even if you don't like the UI or booktok or having to say "unalive" or how you think it's killing the very notion of attention spans. It's still bad. It's bad.

[hinamie]

mentor

[themetalhiro]

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[let-them-fight]

can we stop doing this trope

[beanghostprincess]

Laios saying he's stronger and better organized than Shuro because he eats 3 meals every day and sleeps properly is probably one of the most encouraging things a fictional character has ever said to me

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[daisychainsandbowties]

super curious today about how people feel toward the names they might have been given. apparently i used to ask my mom about my “boy name” several times a week and get really sad i couldn’t have both my given name and that name. being trans this is hilarious to me now so wondering

also curious how this intersects with being trans!! i feel like my fixation with it definitely had a lot to do with that, so idk add in tags? if you feel like being trans makes you more/less curious about it

[pigswithwings]

honestly i am such a sucker for machines being cared for. like? please be gentle. i am not like you. this is my body, please be careful. i do not think like you. i do not work like you, or breathe like you. please be kind. please act kindly. you have me in your hands so please, please show mercy. i was made for a purpose, but that purpose was never intimacy. please show me what this is

[galaxyspeaking]

I would love you with our heads down

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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