Creativity and joy should not be seen as a distraction or as a bad thing WHOMST THE HELL-
idk why i just remembered this but all throughout kindergarten and first grade i used to draw a lil snail in the corner of every paper i had to turn in because it was a happy snail so i thought it would make my teachers happy when they were grading papers because i was a pure and simple child but in 2nd grade my teacher would take off 2 points if i drew it on my homework and 5 points if i drew it on a quiz or test so i stopped but like it was so harmless it was just a lil shitty doodle of a smiling snail it wasn’t distracting me or anything from the task at hand so i’d like to say to mrs whoeverthefuck that snail was supposed to be a happy thing u bitch
“You’re too young to be in pain!” isn’t the wake up call you think it is. Your words aren’t going to magically make my pain disappear. And if you mean these words in a genuinely sympathetic way, then I urge you to stay away from it still. It can feel invalidating to a lot of us.
Once I realised that I was Aro/Ace, I actually started to appreciate love and romance more.
Before, it always was this vague concept everyone was supposed to be a part of no matter what, but now it seems more like a fun way people can interact with eachother if they choose to do so.
Now that I no longer feel obligated to be a part of the whole romance thing, I'm actually more interested in stories containing romantic tropes. It feels freeing to no longer feel forced to picture myself in those situations.
Oklahoma is attempting to pass a bill that would ban explicit romance novels. Authors, narrators, and sellers could all face fines of up to $100,000 and up to 10 years in jail for each instance.
If you live in OK, call your representative and tell them this bill should not be allowed to pass.
This is likely a test case. Republicans will try to pass it in OK and if it passes other states will likely try to pass similar laws.
In the meantime, get physical copies of books you like. Download those pdfs. Archive your AO3 stories and keep them on a physical hard drive. (Storing those files in the cloud could be problematic in the future as the company managing the cloud service can see what your files are)
Thank some one who helped you get where you are.
I’d like to thank Thomas Sanders for providing the queer content my repressed soul needed throughout middle school and beyond.
Thank you Thomas Sanders @thatsthat24
I solved my issue of joint pain after baking for about an hour!!! My mom finally let me get ankle braces after I had a very intense pain day. So I wore my ankle braces with my house crocs. I used to just wear crocs so my feet weren’t straight up on the tile, but crocs have zero arch support so my ankles would by over-pronating for over an hour with almost zero relief. But my ankles braces hold my arches up while supporting my ankles as well so they didn’t over-pronate. I for once was not in pain when I was finished baking!!!
Total win!!!
Me when I went to the endocrinologist and they assumed I didn’t know what my autoimmune disorder was. Not like I’ve been dealing with it for 4 years.
Didn’t even think to check me for what I was soon after diagnosed with by a geneticist.
My doctor shocked I know more about my debilitating condition than him
Me having an insane attachment to shows/movies that I’ve never watched: “I’m a big fan”
Jem is sitting on their couch peacefully sipping their tea and watching Anitri swoon over the guys on TV when Surri walks into the room, phone in hand and a bored look on her face.
“Anitri, quit your drooling, we’ve got a job.”
Anitri whined and slide off the couch onto the floor.
“Do we have to go now? They’re almost to the part where they get shirtless.”
Jem groaned and turned off the TV, making Anitri yell.
“What’re y’all doing this time?” Jem said putting the remote behind them so Anitri wouldn’t grab it.
Surri glanced up from her phone and leaned on the wall.
“We were told that this guy; Mickey, they call him, is testing lethal injections on randos on the street. Has been for about two years, but the cops turn a blind eye cause he’s a white pretty boy.”
Jem’s brow lowered as their look of mild interest shifted to utter disgust. Jem looked away for a few seconds before their face lit up with what appeared to be an idea.
“Can I come?”
Surri was taken aback.
Not by the question itself, but the fact that Jem asked. Jem doesn’t ask for anything.
“Uhhh, sure? I guess it’s fine, but you got to bring something to defend yourself.”
Surri just looked at Jem.
Waiting.
Waiting to see what they came up with.
And much to Surri’s surprise, Jem reached in between the couch cushions and pulled out a bat.
“Let’s go.” They said, and mad their way to the door.
“Where the Hell did that come from” Anitri called from the floor.
Surri shook of her surprise and walked over to her brother and pulled him of the ground by his jacket.
“Listen to the scary Enby.”
***
Jem, Anitri, and Surri were sitting at the bar of Meh discussing there plan.
“So when we find Mickey, Anitri will walk up to him and act like the twink he is. If our source is correct, Mickey will be to enthralled to notice us anything around him, so we can shoot the dart and it will inject the poison.” Surri explained. “Any question?”
Jem shook their head and glanced towards Anitri, who was touching up his hair in the bar mirror.
“Sis, what if the source is wrong?”
Surri pursed her lips as she thought for a moment.
“Well we’ll be there if anything goes wrong, if he doesn’t have a react to you ‘wiles’” Jem gags “then just distract him until I can get a clear shot” Surri told him.
He turns to face her.
“It’ll be fine, we got you.”
He glances at Jem and they nod.
“Lets do this.”
***
They’re strolling down the street, Anitri in a grey sweater and shorts, his hair swept to the side, his tail swaying, and his glasses slumped forward in his nose.
Surri was in her normal black dress, but with a dark, red jacket today. Her hair was pulled back into a small bun, showing the tattoo on her neck. A spider with an M on the thorax. In her jacket was her concealed dart gun.
Jem was wearing a green tank top and maroon pants under a long trench coat which concealed their bat. They had their hair tucked away in a moss green beanie.
“What does this guy look like again?” Jem asked, tucking a of green back into their hat.
“A Kyle.” Surri said.
Jem snorted a laugh while Anitri shuddered.
They turned a corner and they saw a guy wearing a tank and shorts, holding a kitten and a syringe. He looked as if he was about to use it on the kitten, which was meowing and squirming.
Surri watched as Jem shot forward and smacked the guy in the back of the head with their bat.
He dropped the cat and it scampered into a nearby bush.
“What the hell!!!” The guy said, turning towards the group, and Jem hit him again, this time in the face.
The guy, who Surri could now tell was Mickey hit the deck.
Jem just kept smacking the guy, muttering about how sick you have to be to try and harm an innocent kitten.
Anitri shook off his shock and rushed forward to pull her away from the now bloody and battered Mickey.
Jem huffed, handed the bat to Anitri and calmly walked over to the bush the kitten hid in.
While Jem looked through the bush, Surri walked up to the pile of blood and limbs that was Mickey, who was surprisingly enough still breathing.
Anitri looked at her, a question in his eyes.
She looked from Anitri, back to the battered form. With a roll of her eyes, she drew her gun and shot the dude in the forehead.
Anitri and Surri watched as the form shook and then stilled. Anitri was the first to walk over to Jem, who was now sitting on the ground next to the bush with a wiggly, ginger furball.
Anitri sat next to them and looked at the kitten. It had a scar above it’s right eye, which was green, the other eye being brown. It had a clump of thick fur in the middle of his head that looked like a Mohawk.
Jem held him up to show Anitri. Surri also turned to pay attention.
“This is Westley. He will be comin home with us.”
Surri gave a confused look.
‘Another cat?’ she thought to herself.
Surri crouched to get a better look at the kitten. He mewed at her in the tiniest little cat voice she’d ever heard and Surri decided that this cat was her new favorite roommate.
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sorry but cancelling a genuinely good show about overcoming grief starring a girl of color played by an actress who's actually around the character's age, two queer characters (one of whom is of color) whose relationship kind of drives the show, and honestly just in general a show which goes out of it's way to do justice to its characters and actors is... certainly a move
I love all things frog, mushroom, rainbow high… I have Ehlers danlos syndrome and use both a rollator and a cane. Enby that is bad at making friends but likes to have them. I adore many cartoons but haven’t seen even more.
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