Good day to thee!
a meditation on boundaries

theunitofcaring:

i. 

Back when I thought I was straight I would go on dates with boys. The boys would usually want to kiss me. I disliked kissing, but I thought that their preferences deserved to count as much as mine, and I reasoned that they probably liked kissing more than I disliked kissing. So kissing was a morally good thing to do. I also reasoned that if I told them I disliked the kissing then they’d feel guilty and enjoy it less. So I did not tell them. 

I am certain I was making some kind of critical error but it has taken me a long time to figure out what it might be.

ii.

I like cuddling. I know some straight girls who like cuddling with their straight female friends but don’t want to cuddle with people who might be attracted to them because it makes them uncomfortable. But they don’t want to explicitly tell me this preference because they’re worried it’s homophobic. Ever since I learned that this dynamic was present in at least one friendship of mine I have not cuddled with any straight girls because there’s a plausible scenario in which I’d be making them uncomfortable and they wouldn’t tell me

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drchucktingle:

today is great day to create something, to fill the void with a piece of yourself that wasnt there before and to push back against the darkness. you can create a song or painting or sandwich or a walk in the park or even a MOMENT. use this mighty power to defy the cosmic nothing

I created triangle witch cat.

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ranidspace:

tenorgender:

blood stealing poll

a nurse has told me that i am easy to draw blood from

a nurse has told me that i am hard to draw blood from

i have had blood drawn but no one’s ever commented on this

i have never had my blood stolen

one time i had blood taken and i was being very scared but brave about it (i was 17) and afterwards i saw the vials and i said “is that my blood” and the nurse said “it’s mine now” and I think about that a lot

Nurses are so great at blood stealing humour.

But also I’ve been forbidden from making blood test appointments before midday because even the vein whisperer couldn’t get blood out.

(And the top tip they assume everyone knows but never tell you until it comes up - drink *lots* of fluid before getting blood drawn. Like, I tend to go for two litres within two hours before getting it drawn. It means I need to go to the toilet like every two minutes by the time I’m there (my body is… Really efficient at getting rid of water it seems) but they could actually access blood!)

hapalopus:

hapalopus:

gorbling:

gorbling:

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like “posts that a gnome would make” or like “are you a phone”

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Set Tumblr alight with a favorite photo of your chaos demon cat. If you blaze a photo (or video, or GIF) of your chaos demon cat this coming Saturday, May 13, the photo (or video, of GIF) of your chaos demon cat will receive double the number of impressions you select. That’s double the amount of human eyes on your chaos demon cat. Just imagine. 

Some stipulations:

  • Ok, you can submit another type of pet for consideration; we’re not monsters. If your pet is demonic or has chaotic energy, it’s valid.
  • It has to be your photo (or video, or GIF), please. 
  • It does not have to be your creechure, but please make sure the creechure’s guardian is cool with you putting their little buddy on blast.
  • This is a one-time offer. It may return. It may never occur again. What will you do with this newfound ephemeral power?
  • This Caturday celebration will run Saturday, May 13, from 12am-12am Eastern Daylight Time, but chaos demons cats are notoriously bad at telling time.

They know how to get us and I am going to be so online on Saturday.

caffeinewitchcraft:

writing-prompt-s:

The Chosen One is dead, killed while facing the Dark Lord. Grief and hatred together give rise to an unlikely pair of heroes who come together to defeat the evil now taking over the world unchecked. The Chosen One’s parents are out for revenge, and there is no room for mercy anymore.

The days bleed together, time warping strangely around the rising and setting of the sun, colors leeching out of the fields you and your husband tend together.

You know it’s been three whole days since the messenger came to the door. It doesn’t feel like it though. It’s as if you’ve only blinked and your husband has gone from catching you as your knees gave out to standing beside you.

Phil’s hand is wrapped tightly around yours, colder than the shadows slowly growing all around you. His eyes are fixed on the mound of earth lying under the orchard’s oldest tree. Neither of you have spoken a word since that damned messenger left, but you didn’t need words to decide where to bury the medals they returned instead of her body. Antonia spent almost her entire childhood in the embrace of this apple tree. When she wasn’t in the tree, she was in your arms.

And now she’s gone.

She’s gone, she’s gone, she’s gone and somewhere far away her blood has dried on hands that never had the right to touch her.

You look up at your husband. Already his face is turning gaunt from grief, shadows pooling in the hollows of his cheeks and slipping down from his heavy brow. You will never see him smile like he did with your daughter. You will never know the pleasurecontenmentpridejoy that flooded through you each time you saw them together again. You will never have so many things all because your daughter was Chosen and you believed the King when he claimed she would not fight alone.

You let that bubble within you, that helpless rage, as you wait for your husband to look at you. Maybe he can feel the weight of your gaze, maybe he can feel the heat returning to the hand clutched in his, maybe he just knows you, knows you like you know him because he turns.

Meets your eyes.

And nods.

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neil-gaiman:

thehillywoodshow:

GOOD OMENS PARODY IS HERE!

The Hillywood Show® brings you a Nice & Accurate Good Omens Parody filled with ineffable surprises! Can we get a wahoo? 

Featuring fan favorite moments, screen accurate costume/sets and surprise cameos (NEIL GAIMAN, DANIEL MAYS, MAGGIE SERVICE and even, the screen-used Bentley from S1), this parody, based on the best-selling novel by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, brings about the excitement of Amazon Prime Video’s Good Omens Season 2!

Excited to have been a part of this glorious reveal! Good Omens Season 2 arrives July 28th on Prime Video. Everyday, it’s a-getting closer…♫

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It’s here!

consistantly-changing:

lordascapelion:

screamelot:

akaiiros:

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this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak

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Holy fuck that’s even more inspirational

[Image descriptions in order: a tiktok comment by harashsidhu, liked by creator, which says “this is gonna take 3 years”. ashmanathletics, the creator, replies “The time will pass anyways”.]

[A comment on this post by lilsolita which says “this is motivational and all but i need you guys to know that this is from a video of a guy practicing swinging a giant sword every day until he can do it like guts from berserk”.]

thesaltofcarthage:

inkskinned:

kids remind me, often, of the things i’ve taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: “i’m feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big.”

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. “he is kind of a big dog,” i admitted. “he’s called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you’re right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?’

"oh. i didn’t know that about - greyhounds. i think i … i want to stay still,” he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. “i’m nervous about the dog,” he told her, “so i’m - i’m gonna stay still.” she didn’t argue. she didn’t make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - “he was really big, huh? she said it’s because greyhounds have to go fast.”

“he was big,” she said. “i understand why that could have made you a little scared.”

“yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i’m not nervous.”

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she’s not even really my friend yet. i told her: “i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid.”

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she’s helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don’t hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it’s kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i’m not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i’ve trained myself out of asking completely, but i’ve also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don’t know what i’m protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed “weak”.

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we’re brave, we can pet the dog that’s passing.

this is just beautiful from beginning to end