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god complex? i actually find it quite simple: im better than them

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Genuine friendly summer reminder for my fellow fat people.

We have more body than skinny people so we also contain more water and therefore need to drink more. 2 Litres is something skinny people need to drink we need more. I aim for 4 litres a day.

While any waterbased liquid is good try to not drink all 4 litres in coke or soda. I absolutley do recommend sport drinks or similar things. Fat people like us, or at least me, sweat a lot in this heat even without sport. Refill those electrolytes. Your body will thank you.

My go to drink at home is a 2 litre jug of water with just enough store bought raspberry or orange syrup that it has a taste thats not water.

Please stay hydrated in this heat and take care of your body. Its the only one you have.

(If you clown on fat people in tags/replies/comments I will hunt you for sport)

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it's really annoying being fat and disabled because everyone always assumes i just need to lose weight and i won't be disabled anymore. that im just lazy or something. they never consider the fact that i actually became disabled while i was thin. the chronic pain began when i was thin. my loss of mobility happened when i was thin. i used to go on runs several times a week. i walked and biked absolutely everywhere. my job allowed to do good manual labour every day, lots of heavy lifting and exercise. i ate healthy and balanced. i didn't become fat until after my disability left me functionally housebound. they just tell me, lose the weight, fatty, and the disability will go away. they don't understand. they don't want to. they just hate fat people. they hate disabled people. I'm fat and disabled. they despise me for daring to exist.

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free my girl she did all that shit but the fandom is mischaracterizing her for it

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I dreamed that you had written a fic where Arthur had gone out into the desert to kill himself and then Mina or someone went and talked him down. But like really specifically the Mojave desert - he was at some crappy hotel way out east along the 40 or the 15 on the way to Vegas but still in middle-of-nowhere eastern California. Think like Stuck in Lodai but not even Lodai.

And you had another Dracula fic where someone is going to kill themselves at this same crappy hotel and I was telling you that you ought to do a whole series on the Hotel That Makes You Kill Yourself - or, possibly, the hotel where you don't kill yourself because it was a pretty significant part of the fic that Arthur got rescued

It took me a surprisingly long time waking up this morning to realize that that had been a dream and not something I had actually read yesterday. Like I was in bed thinking "ooh, when I wake up properly I should tell BlueCat to make a series out of those two fics and do one for each of the characters - that would be so cool."

Now that I am fully conscious I don't know how on earth one would go about writing "Arthur drives out to a crappy motel in the eastern Mojave desert to contemplate suicide" but in my dream it was very compelling

OMG, that is such an oddly specific dream! XD Now I'm thinking of how I would actually write such a thing. I feel like it would need to be a modern AU... Arthur, Mina, and Jonathan go to Texas to tell Quincey's family about his death... then Arthur rents a car and just sets out into the desert to grieve... ends up at the hotel feeling suicidal... Mina tracks him down... I think you are onto something here. ;)

This also inspired me to figure out whether or not I had hiked in the Mojave Desert on the Pacific Crest Trail, and we did for several days. Here are some photos I took there.

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Crazy thing about #healing #recovery Small Victories is when you'll have some shit going on that's like, saying this would involve admitting how you used to be doing. You know? Like hey guys good news I'm gonna change my bedsheets this year

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THE HOLMWOOD FOUNDATION -EPISODE THREE

It's here! Episode three of The Holmwood Foundation, in which we continue Jeremy and Maddie's Hike from Hell. With new friends entering the fold!

Catch it at the link below, or wherever you get your podcasts.

Content Warning: swearing, brief discussions of alcohol addiction, themes of possession/removal of bodily autonomy, and implied violence to animals. Listener discretion is advised.

The Holmwood Foundation is a Found Footage Horror-Fiction Podcast, a modern-day sequel to the gothic novel Dracula.

We follow Maddie Townsend (Rebecca Root) and Jeremy Larkin (Seán Carlsen), two co-workers at the Holmwood Foundation: a secret organisation that has been maintaining and studying the remains of Count Dracula for the last 130 years, as they are possessed by the ghosts of Jonathan and Mina Harker, and embark on a nightmare road trip, carrying Dracula's severed head across the UK, in an effort to stop him once and for all.

EPISODE CAST AND CREW:

Madeline Townsend/Mina Harker: Rebecca Root Jeremy Larkin/Jonathan Harker: Seán Carlsen Thomas Van Helsing: Basil Waite Henri Martin: Michelle Kelly CAM: Robyn Holdaway London News Reporter: Anusia Battersby Dr Lake: David Ault Phone voice/Thralls: Becky Wright Dracula: Attila Puskas Phone Operator: Fio Trethewey Automated Voice: Georgia Cook Arthur Jones: Sam Clemens The episode was produced and written by Fio Trethewey and Georgia Cook. Directing by Samuel Clemens. Script Editing by Katharine Armitage. Sound Design and Engineering by Benji Clifford The Theme music was composed and produced by Duncan Muggleton, and the episode art was produced by Georgia Cook

For more information, as well as transcripts and further Cast and Crew details, please visit our official website: www.theholmwoodfoundation.com

New episodes bi-weekly from now until August. Episode Four will be dropping on July 8th, and join us this time next week for a listen-along/interview live stream! (More details to come)

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For the ask game: 15, 19!

15- favorite movie

honestly I am not much of a movie person lol. I think I'd say maybe the Great Debaters? I haven't watched it in years but there's still lines that stick with me, especially about how nonviolence is not necessary to resistance. Idk I watched it for an English class and it's been a hot sec

19- fact about your personality

I am very conflict averse. I cannot confront people or do things I think would upset them, its very uncomfortable for me. Which is not healthy but progress is slow in that area lol

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nosy anons let's go

0: Height

1: Age

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if…

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What my last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who I wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

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we are so ableist about memory. people with good memory take for granted the fact that they can recall as much as they can, and use that to taunt, guilt and threaten people with memory issues. many neurotypes and mental illnesses cause memory lapses. traumatic brain injuries can cause memory lapses. brain cancer can cause memory lapses.

even if your memory is good, it's not right to guilt someone because they can't remember something. trust me, people with memory problems are desperately trying to remember: it's just that we literally can't. it is a very literal "i can't remember".

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Have the worst kind of boredom going on rn because I can't engage in any hobbies or chores in a meaningful way

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mosquitos have always flocked to jonathan.

he has a particular memory from when he was about eleven of sitting outside in the sun and feeling a little prick on the back of his hand. he put it down to the tickle of sweat and ignored it, before, out of the corner of his eye, seeing the blasted thing rise up from his skin and begin making its way towards the friend sitting beside him. he clapped his hands around it in a flash before it could have the chance to sink its strange needley mouth into anyone else, feeling the tiny crunch between the meat of his palms.

he had opened his hands again, and, upon seeing the creature’s mangled and dismembered corpse all over him, briefly regretted how quick he was to action. his immediate instinct was to wipe his hands off on the long grass on which he was sitting, but something gave him pause before he could. there was a small, bright smear of red across the palm of his hand, mixed in with the dead insect’s body parts. fresh blood. his blood.

for a second, it felt like an injustice. that had been in his body less than ten seconds ago, why couldn’t he have it back? he had the mad idea to lick it off of his palms, but stayed his tongue before he could so thoroughly make a fool of himself in front of his friend. he wiped his palms on the grass, washed his hands of it, and that was that. still, he was glad he had dealt with the issue before the bloodsucker could make its mark on anyone else.

jonathan is now no longer eleven, and he stands in the count’s room, staring at the monster’s wretched youthful body.

he cannot find the key. he had forced his trembling hands to make search of all the pockets and chambers of the robes, and he had found nothing.

there is fresh blood on the count’s lips.

he has no mirror, so has no ability to confirm nor disprove whether the prickle he felt on his throat in his sleep was merely sweat. his mind has not been entirely sound as of late, so it is best not to record any wild conjecture for which he has no evidence.

he wants his mirror back. and his clothes. and his papers, his documents, anything he had that showed he was himself. he wants his letter back, the one he poured his heart into and addressed to mina, the one that the count burnt to ash in front of his eyes. it was for her and now it’s gone.

he imagines leaning down to lick the blood off the ruby lips. 

he wants to. 

and why not? all he has left to lose of himself is his soul, and that will surely be gone by tonight, anyhow. why not burn it out first and rob them of the satisfaction? why wait for his teeth to sharpen? he has canines as it is, he has eaten plenty of meat before. licking up the mosquito was never going to undo the bite, but it would have done something. it would have made him feel less a fool for ignoring the sting and waiting until it was too late to protect himself. why not open his mouth and take his life back?

he stares at the bloated face of the vampire to whom he has so meticulously given his aid. housing, language, company, clothing. all that was his to give, taken right out of his hands. he cannot let this place take his last vestige of self.

no, his soul is not his to give, and it has not been for some months. he has pledged his troth to mina. he will not dash her gift before he has had a chance to place in in her hands. his soul and remaining self is in his possession, but it is marked it for her. if he burns it, then it is gone.

he reaches for the shovel.

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For every note this gets, I'll walk 3 feet.

Yes, I want lots of notes.

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may we live to see the day where the first photo results of your intersex variation aren't graphic photos of igm

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damn people rly hate type 2 diabetics don't they

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This but they put draculas head in it

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