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reblogging SPECIFICALLY for the End Note which is widely applicable
For any trans (or really any queer) kids who are struggling through this right now, I want you to know
This is not your fault,
you are not wrong,
it wouldn’t be fixed if you were just somehow a different person
Because this guy is right, love is unconditional and this type of parent only loves you on the condition that you are exactly what they want you to be
walks out of a closet covered in blood with a goofy lovestruck smile on my face
walks out of a room covered in lipstick kisses with a thousand yard stare
and if you feel comfortable sharing what song(s), let us know in the tags!
lord the peasants are so loud today
pheasants. PHeasants. The birds
Don't you mean classist Typo, as in discriminating against poor people, and not classicist, the type of academic who studies antiquity in southern Europe?
people say folks with adhd struggle with "delayed rewards" aka long term goals and as such we tend to focus more on short term rewards. what they don't talk about is that at when we Do accomplish long term goals we don't actually feel anything proportionate to the amount of work we did to achieve it. In my head I suffered for a while and then money spontaneously appeared in my bank account.
Consider: This is also why we struggle with finishing things and the last 10% of a project. Because we know from experience that we've already squeezed most of the reward feeling from it along the way and the final blip of dopamine won't be particularly impressive compared to the sheer bullshit the perfectionism of those last 10% requires.
The final 10% are hardest because the effort vs. reward are particularly out of proportion to each other.
This linguistic problem is only going to continue getting worse unless we fuck it in the ass now.
rat story. rat stuck in my wall for a week. it's between my bathroom and bedroom. his problem. skill issue. don't get stuck in walls. rats are supposed to be good at mazes. lame ass fail rat. two days. i have killed so many rats you aren't special. three days. everyone tells me to leave it. it's a rat. what are you gonna do, open the wall up and then have a rat to kill and a wall to repair and a bathroom to lysol? yet the guilt eats at me. i leave for a night. come back. the situation has not improved. five days. i can hear him when i shower. six days. this is an 80 year old house. the bathroom is the original art deco subway tile. i am not ruining it to get this rat out. i wake up this morning. squeek squeek please help me save me coming from behind my toilet as i do my morning business. agony. i get dressed. i get my elbow length industrial leather gloves, a box, and my least favorite steak knife. i cut a hole in my wall with the knife. open it up. rat peaks his nose out. he looks tired but fine. he will not be coaxed into coming out but i have ascended into a higher tier of dumbassery so i reach my gloved hand into the wall and gently pull him out. he is too weak to resist me, but still able to move. i tenderly tuck him away in the box with food and water. i tape up the box (with air holes) and set my rice cooker on top of it because it's the only thing i can think of and i haven't slept in two days because of daylight savings time and this rat. the struggle is over my trial is done. i lysol every inch of me and the gloves and remove everything. i sit down to finally drink my coffee with many hours of wall repair and bleach ahead of me. and then i hear this odd sound.
i look up and see my cat slowly following a second rat as it makes its way from the bathroom and into my bedroom and that's the end because the rat is still in my fucking bedroom and i can't catch it. so, rat: in a box under my rice cooker. second rat: in my bedroom with my cat. my idiocy? supreme.
good news everyone there is a third rat.
good news everyone there is a fourth rat.
rat one, rat three, and rat four have been relocated to a park several miles away. rat two is still in my closet. i've put my cat on the case but his track record is frankly shit. rat four bit through my leather glove while i was catching him but we're going to put some industrial disinfectant in it and call it good. i'll clean later. thanks everyone for joining me here.
[voice of a harried star trek comms guy] sir there's a fifth rat
why did no one tell me quantum computers looked like that
what the fuck
Wow.... so you’re telling me you took an action that resulted in the death of one person...... to save the lives of many people.... who would have died if you did nothing??? that sounds so familiar
🩸first blood 🩸
got a device that detects bigender radiation call that a guygirl counter
oh my god there's four of them [first image based on (x), id in alt!]
if you told vin diesel fast and the furious you were gay he'd be like "Some people like driving stick…some people like driving automatic…what matters is you cross the finish line.." and then he'd rev up a dodge challenger and drive through a building and kill 16 people
he literally did in the fourth one when he's asked if he likes cars more than women
If you asked if he was cool with trans people, he'd probably say "sometimes, aftermarket parts are the only way to get the vehicle you really want. Everyone should have the right to hot rod."
Excuse me while I sneeze 30 times in a row…
IS THAT POLLEN???????????????????????????????????????
magic spell
I cast “allergies bad enough to delete you from existence”
everyone in the notes either has allergies or is a whore
TUMBLR IS SO BORING WITH ALL YOU NERDS AT DASHCON
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((you all better come back with some amazing tales))
