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He lies.

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*whispers* behold. a goddess w/ deadly accuracy.

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things I've been learning since moving out of my (abusive) family home:

if you immediately stop having rage spirals that make you feel ashamed to be alive the moment you stop being around someone, they were probably the problem the whole time

having boundaries doesn't make you selfish. wanting to stop talking to your family doesn't make you selfish. you don't need to be grateful for what they did for you

you're probably not the worst person to exist. or the most worthless. or fundamentally awful. you're probably not the best either. chances are you're just normal. surprisingly hard to come to terms with this

if people offer to take care of you, it doesn't always mean they're saving it up as a reason to manipulate you later. sometimes people just want to help. and it's Good to let them do that

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toy baby bottles !

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Not that anybody asked, but I think it's important to understand how shame and guilt actually work before you try to use it for good.

It's a necessary emotion. There are reasons we have it. It makes everything so. much. worse. when you use it wrong.

Shame and guilt are DE-motivators. They are meant to stop behavior, not promote it. You cannot, ever, in any meaningful way, guilt someone into doing good. You can only shame them into not doing bad.

Let's say you're a parent and your kid is having issues.

Swearing in class? Shame could work. You want them to stop it. Keep it in proportion*, and it might help. *(KEEP IT IN PROPORTION!!!)

Not doing their homework? NO! STOP! NO NOT DO THAT! EVER! EVER! EVER! You want them to start to do their homework. Shaming them will have to opposite effect! You have demotivated them! They will double down on NOT doing it. Not because they are being oppositional, but because that's what shame does!

You can't guilt people into building better habits, being more successful, or getting more involved. That requires encouragement. You need to motivate for that stuff!

If you want it in a simple phrase:

You can shame someone out of being a bad person, but you can't shame them into being a good person.

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got another pair of eyes on it, i'll try to post it today and maybe write fluff after

fucking ell why is anxiety randomly assigned to old wips that i need to reread and post

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screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to

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Day 1107 of posting pictures of elephants.

Taken at the Omaha Zoo (AZA accredited) and sent to me by @therootbeersprite !

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unfortunately i have a deep love for humanity and choose to believe conditions will improve. despite it all

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“Fyp” we don’t do that here. I mean, Tumblr the app and website tries, but we don't do that here.

“But then how will anyone see it?” peer review.

“How do you get engagement?” by talking and engaging with other people. Or making a devastating typo. Either way.

“But—” Listen, you’re not doing solo stand up anymore. This is a group improv class being held in a SAW dungeon. Good luck.

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i cant even bribe myself with fluff because i haven't written enough come onnn

fucking ell why is anxiety randomly assigned to old wips that i need to reread and post

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fucking ell why is anxiety randomly assigned to old wips that i need to reread and post

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TBP Minish riding Wolf Ordon? And/or if you think Recalled Wind ever managed that with Twilight....

Bap :3 (man my camera sucks, sorry ':D)

Minish is cat-sized cause why not XD

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Baa baa backstreets, have you any boys

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My wife did some glass etching, so we have a bunch of glasses with this at the bottom.

This was early on in our marriage, these are just the glasses we use every day.

Fast forward to when my son is five years old. He has learned to read. He has graduated from sippy cups.

When I hear him wailing and crying I come running down the stairs, and he's inconsolable. Took a lot of soothing and time to explain to him that it was just a joke. He wanted the glasses destroyed, but as a compromise we retired them from use for a while.

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@febuwhump alt 7: Body Horror

Summary: After weeks lost at sea, Link has fallen ill. Tetra doesn't expect the toll that it has taken on his body.

Warnings: blood, mild body horror, past torture

Notes: Set post- Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass, pre- @thatbrokenpromise. Tetra and Link are older teens, probably.

Words: 890

AO3

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By the gods, how was it so easy for one kid to disappear on a ship this size? Tetra had exhausted almost all of Link’s favorite hiding spots, and he wouldn’t even respond to her calls. They had avoided each other since their fight the other day, but they were all irritable and now wasn’t the time for this. An extra few weeks turned around at sea would bring out the worst in anybody, and it was Tetra’s job to ensure that her crew was fit as they could be. They’d been surviving on dry meat and crackers longer than they expected to, and at this rate Tetra just wanted to see for herself that Link would eat any of it.

“Link, I know you didn’t jump overboard so stop hiding!” Tetra yelled, striding to the center of the deck. Likely he was tucked into the crow’s nest, sleeping or ignoring her or both. She huffed angrily as she was once again confronted with silence, and climbed the ladder on the center mast to poke her head into the crow’s nest.

Link was up here, of course, and had the nerve to open his eyes when Tetra jumped over the side to crouch opposite him. He was laying on his side, and his hands looked bruised though Tetra didn’t know how he had managed that.

“I know we still have no idea where we are, but you need to eat,” Tetra hissed. “Your attitude isn’t doing anyone any good. Come on.”

“I’m not moving,” Link grunted, half of his face pressed to the sun-warmed wood. “Just leave me alone.”

“Can you at least go down to your hammock? I need to focus on getting this ship to land, not worrying over where you are at any given time.”

Link’s face scrunched up, and Tetra was considering just throwing him down when he agreed, “Fine. But you better not bother me once I’m down there.”

“I won’t,” Tetra groaned. “Just stay where I can see you.”

She reached down to grab his hand, and saw that the bruising on his hands crept up his forearms too. “What did you even do to yourself?”

“Nothing,” Link protested, but he winced as Tetra pulled him to his feet.

She frowned, knowing better than to believe him, and sidestepped to give him a full once-over. Something caught her eye and she grabbed his shoulders to spin him around. He yelped, but she couldn’t apologize through the nausea crawling up her throat.

The back of his blue shirt was overtaken by crisscrossed lines of seeping blood. It reminded Tetra, too much, of that day a few years ago when she had been handed a body that had been beaten an inch from death. Link moved impatiently away from her, and she grabbed his mysteriously bruised hand.

“I’m going down first,” Tetra said, trying not to let her voice shake. “You need to let me look at you where we have more room.”

“What, why…” Link started, but she climbed down the ladder without answering.

She stood at the bottom, looking up to watch as Link swung his legs onto the first rungs. Did he even realize how unsteady he looked? He slid down, too, into Tetra’s waiting hands as his own lost their grip.

“Take off your shirt,” Tetra ordered, and he glared at her in disbelief. “Link, please.”

That startled him into obedience, and she stepped forward to help when he struggled against the blood plastering the fabric to his skin. They pulled it free and-

“Fuck,” Tetra breathed, and put her hand over her mouth as bile filled her throat.

Link’s wounds, the long- scarred over myriad of gashes that covered his back, had reopened. Blood pooled freely, painting him bright red like the whipping had happened just minutes ago. Tetra wanted to believe it was a curse, but she knew exactly what had caused this, unlikely as it was. They hadn’t been lost for that long, this didn’t make sense…

She swallowed and placed a trembling hand on Link’s shoulder, above the worst of the terrible sight. “Bed. You- You’re going to bed. Come on.”

“What is it?” Link demanded, more angry than afraid. “What do you see?”

“It’s-” Tetra glanced down and immediately back up. That was a mistake. “I don’t know how, but you have scurvy.”

“But we’ve only been out here a few weeks!”

“I know! I don’t know how this happened either but your back looks like death and I need to- I don’t know, bandage it I guess!” Tetra resisted the urge to throw her hands in the air, instead grabbing Link’s hand and pulling him across the deck.

“Um, aren’t we heading the wrong way?”

“No, you need to lay on a real bed. We’re going to my room.”

“Oh.”

They didn’t have much for medical supplies, but there was enough gauze to wrap thick layers over Link’s back. He didn’t fight the care for once, visibly tired from the illness and lack of food.

“Stay here and I’ll bring you some food, okay?” Tetra said, worry keeping her voice quiet. “I’ll have Gonzo look over the maps again for a fairy fountain, and Niko can search every corner of this damn boat for fruit. You… We’ll figure this out. You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”