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I saw a meme where Belos called Hunter "Caleb" and it gave me this idea of Belos calling Hunter the names of the previous Golden Guards.

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Do you want to DM me? Read this first.

So, I've had a couple of people DM me so far, so I'd like to make this post to set my boundaries regarding that. First, DMs are a-okay! You wanna DM me, that's perfectly fine, as long as you don't send me any pictures (Except family-friendly memes) and don't request that I send you any photos. Also, keep in mind that I am asexual and a minor, so please keep sexual things out of my DMs (Comments or reposts of my posts are fine even if they contain sexual content as long as you respect the tone of the original post). Also, please don't ask me to tell you personal information such as my age, my address, my real name, or any similar information (Asking things like "What country are you from?" is fine, asking "What town are you from?" is not.)

Last but not least, don't try to convince me to say or do something I don't want to.

Failure to follow these requests will end in me blocking you. If you ask me to say or do something that isn't on this list but I'm not comfortable with, I will let you know that I don't want to. If I let you know that I don't want to twice and you continue asking me to, then I will tell you once more and block you. That's all! Have a nice dayy!!

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The more I think about it, the more I realize that I don't miss my dad. I miss the idea of having a dad. I miss the hope that says "If you pretend long enough, maybe you'll have a normal relationship." Cutting him off was difficult, not because I knew he was trying his best or because he had his good moments, but simply because cutting him off was acknowledging that we would never, could never, have that normal relationship all my friends seemed to have with their dads. The relationship my siblings still seem to think they have with him.

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My occupational therapist gives off homophobic + transphobic vibes, so I'm naturally going to OT today with an ally pin proudly displayed on my shirt, and a gender queer pin on my bag. What's she gonna do, refuse to give me service because of a personal issue?

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My 2-year-old brother once said... #2

My brother: Be a sleeping skeleton! Me: Okay *Pretends to fall asleep* My brother: *Pause* ...Did you die? Me, opening my eyes to find my brother grinning: What!? No! You just told me to be a sleeping skeleton! My brother, still grinning but sounding exasperated with me: Okay, okay...

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My 2-year-old brother once said... #1

My brother: In the hallway, there's Mama, and a ghost, and (Our oldest brother, who we'll call Mord). My brother's dad, disturbed: There's a ghost in the hallway? My brother: Mord is playing a ghost game and it was going (various noises that may be a song?) and... IT SAW ME! Me: It saw you? My brother, sounding worried: Yeah, and it saw you, too! Me, amused: It saw me? That's interesting, considering I wasn't even back there. My brother, matter-of-factly: That's scary.

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Unpopular Opinion:

We need to stop telling people to forgive their abusers "for themselves". Some people feel better after they forgive others, and that's great for them, I'm genuinely happy that brings them peace. However, we need to acknowledge the people who that doesn't help, or the people that won't help yet, or the people who aren't in a good headspace to forgive yet. Those people are just as important and valid as the people who do find joy in forgiving, and all those posts talking about how forgiving people who don't deserve it means you're strong, or saying that the best thing you can do for yourself is forgiving the person who hurt you can be harmful to those people.

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Having ARFID and PICA is so weird, because it's like:

Brain: Hey, we need more protien, by the way. Me: Okay, well, we're having tacos for dinner. How about I eat the ground beef? Brain: No, that'll kill us. Me: What? Brain: Yeah, no, the ground beef our mom is making for dinner will actually kill us. Why don't we eat that plastic? Me: ...The plastic? Brain: Yeah. The plastic, right there on the carpet. See it? It came from a zip-tie or something. That has the neutrients we need. Eat that.

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EVERYONE(!) I’m blazing this post because at this pace we might barely hit 1,000,000 signatures—or just fall short. PLEASE reblog this post, no matter where you are from, so we can reach as many EU citizens as possible and end this horrible practice!

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Home, A Poem By Harper

"I'll call Home every day!" she promised when she left for college. And she did. Once a day, every day, she called Home. For about a week. Then, once a week, every week, she called Home. For about a month. Then, once a month, every month, she called Home. For about a year. Then, once a year, every year, she called Home. For about three years. Then she went Home, and didn't have to call anymore. And then she moved away, and promised to call every day. And she did. Once a day, every day, she called Home. For about a week. Then, once a week, every week, she called Home. For about a month. Then, once a month, every month, she called Home. For about a year. Then, once a year, every year, she called Home. And then Home got sick. And once a day, every day, Home would call her. Then, once a week, every week, Home would call her. Then, once a month, every month, Home would call her. Home's doctor called just once, and the first words he uttered were "I'm sorry." Now, she has become someone else's Home. But she has no Home to call. And no Home to call her.

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At my library, they let any kid between the ages of 13 and 18 volunteer. It counts as volunteer hours if your highschool requires them and you can count them as volunteer hours on a college application, and you can put the people who run it down as references for jobs and colleges

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I love Josh’s anti-classism so much. I grew up in a single parent household that didn’t have time/the ability to cook. I taught myself as an adult and ended up loving it. I cook with this stuff a lot. Shit, the RealLemon juice ends up in a lot of my cocktails. Sure, I like fancy ingredients when I can afford them and I have things I get picky about using - but I have bad hands, mincing garlic is painful as fuck. There’s a lot to be said for knowing how to work with what you have. Don’t shame people for trying, don’t shame people for feeding their families things that they enjoy.

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These are the two kinds of asexuals in a nutshell

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Sometimes, a poem by Harper

Sometimes I think I'm doing better. Sometimes it doesn't feel so harsh. Sometimes I clean my plate and get more. Sometimes I try a new place, a new recipe, a new meal. Somtimes I think I'm doing better. Sometimes I'm not doing better. Sometimes everything even familiar foods feel too much. Sometimes I can barely finish my biscuit. Sometimes I can't bring myself to eat my comfort food. Sometimes I'm not doing better. This isn't written to inspire. This won't end on a soft, happy note. It's just fact. Sometimes we do well. Sometimes, we don't.

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I decided to draw an oc I had created, who is essentially just a bunny-person, and I went "I mean, I'll just do it. How hard can furry art be?" I haven't drawn them yet, I just figured I'd post this in case I'm wrong and y'all want to laugh at me.

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So, I was sitting there, eating microwave ramen without cooking it at 5:30 AM, and I was just sat there thinking "...Hm... This tastes an awful lot like ramen." And then I just laughed for a full minute because "How did I forget what I was actively eating?", before I just abruptly stopped as if nothing happened. So, you know, that's how I'm doing mentally.