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Hey so I never make posts like this because I'm too proud to ask for help but... I need help. I lost my job on July 30th and unemployment decided to approve me for a single week of that month (coming out to a whopping 300 dollars) and I just got two new jobs but I still haven't paid my full rent for September, let alone figured out how I'm going to pay for October, and I feel like I'm drowning. I'm also like two months off my antidepressants which probably isn't helping. Anyways. If you can spare anything to help me out or share this, that would be... Amazing. I just don't know what to do at this point.

Kofi

A share also helps. Thank you, friends.

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illustrated this comic for insider, recounting abdul-azeez sulaiman's journey from being tricked into doing construction at the world cup to becoming an advocate for worker's rights. you can read the full thing here

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https://gofund.me/9aacd7c0

It's finally happened. I'm in enough medical debt that I had to start a crowd fundraiser. Anything helps, even a share. I haven't been able to get my medications in like three weeks.

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It is with profound disappointment that we report the industry CEOs have walked away from the bargaining table after refusing to counter our latest offer. (1/11)

We have negotiated with them in good faith, despite the fact that last week they presented an offer that was, shockingly, worth less than they proposed before the strike began.

These companies refuse to protect performers from being replaced by AI, they refuse to increase your wages to keep up with inflation, and they refuse to share a tiny portion of the immense revenue YOUR work generates for them.

We have made big, meaningful counters on our end, including completely transforming our revenue share proposal, which would cost the companies less than 57¢ per subscriber each year. They have rejected our proposals and refused to counter.

Instead they use bully tactics. Just tonight, they intentionally misrepresented to the press the cost of the above proposal – overstating it by 60%.

They have done the same with A.I., claiming to protect performer consent, but continuing to demand “consent” on the first day of employment for use of a performer’s digital replica for an entire cinematic universe (or any franchise project).

The companies are using the same failed strategy they tried to inflict on the WGA – putting out misleading information in an attempt to fool our members into abandoning our solidarity and putting pressure on our negotiators.

But, just like the writers, our members are smarter than that and will not be fooled.

We feel the pain these companies have inflicted on our members, our strike captains, IATSE, Teamsters and Basic Crafts union members, and everyone in this industry. We have sacrificed too much to capitulate to their stonewalling and greed.

We stand united and ready to negotiate today, tomorrow, and every day.

Our resolve is unwavering. Join us on picket lines and at solidarity events around the country and let your voices be heard.

One day longer. One day stronger. As long as it takes.

- Your TV/Theatrical Negotiating Committee

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Iceland is fucking bizarre my name change made the news

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Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.

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Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.

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Vorpal Blade + Lucid Blade

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Hi! A little life update for anyone that follows me for my fanfiction/original work!

I am currently in the middle of a health crisis which is why I haven't been able to post as much as I would like. It has really been impacting me and my family physically, emotionally, and financially. And it has been impacting me specifically very creatively with the stress of it all.

If you have you can help out, or even just boost this post, it could help so much just to put some food on my table or pay my rent: Ko-fi.com/felilla

Thank you.

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Negative Space

It's always just a little painful

To sit outside the circle.

I can learn to be

To exist

In that lonely corona.

I can learn to live

To survive

In that negative space.

I can build my own life

My own family

My own happiness

But it will never involve

Them

Or you.

And I will never know

If you look for a missing person

If you search in that empty air

And miss me too.

I think, perhaps, you don't.

Because that was never

A home for me

No matter how much

I wished it could be.

And

It's always just a little painful

To accept that.

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idyllic aesthetic

it is late sunday morning.

i live in a medium-sized farmhouse cottage with my partner and our two or three kids.

everyone has their own space, their own rooms, a playroom for the kids.

my partner has a workspace where they practice their hobbies; maybe it smells of paint or wood or ink or a scented candle we stumbled upon months ago.

i have an office where i write and read and pretend to do either of those things (there is a daybed in the office for naps and an electric kettle for tea).

th kitchen is cozy, but big enough with a dining room and lots of natural light and a living room with books and board games and photos.

there are two or three dogs, one of them a corgi, another a boxer mix, and a few cats (there is one that only sleeps in my office).

we have a few farmhouse animals (a sheep, some chickens) but not a farm, just a small garden with flowers and vegetables and a single fruit tree.

maybe i own a coffeeshop or a bookstore; maybe not.

maybe i work half days as a kindergarten or preschool teacher; maybe not.

i wear comfy cardigans and dresses and blouses and skirts, stockings and scarves and rompers; short shoulder-length hair with flowers or headbands or scrunchies.

my nails are decorated with little flowers, my shoes are oxfords or boots or the occasional flats.

i sing lullabies and upbeat songs off-key and dance around in my kitchen with the munchkins as my partner cooks pancakes.

they get some flour on me and i flick some on them.

later, after the kids have gone off to play, we stay in the kitchen and i do the dishes as they recount a story or an idea or a dream to me.

i can’t help but be entranced, enchanted by the love of my life.

one of the kids runs in to ask a question, something mundane, but beautifully curious.

after i answer them, i turn and find my partner watching me, smiling.

“what?” i say, wondering if i missed some flour on my clothes.

“nothing,” they say, still smiling, still looking at me, adoration in their eyes. “i just love you.”

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the cutest mechanic on the block.

I've decided that if I can do it by myself, I probably will do it by myself. Need to recharge our air conditioning, not something I knew you could do? Took me twenty minutes to find the valve in my van.

But you know what, I did it. And I'm proud of myself. So there you go.

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cooking while chronically ill

baking with arthritis or other chronic hand pain

living with chronic migraines

adhd meal plan

chronic pain tips

getting yourself to eat

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Knowing.

It's drowning

In a magician's shark tank

That you filled with water and sharks

And a pound of your flesh

Before jumping in, diving really

And there's only water in your lungs

And blood in the water.

It's falling

From an unfathomable height

That you leapt from and now you wait for

The inevitable, bone shattering crash

Of soft body meeting solid ground.

And you cannot stop it

Because only God can stop gravity.

It's burning

After dumping the kerosene on the floor

And lighting the match on your couch

And going to sleep in your unmade bed

With ashes as a blanket

And the fire licks at your skin

As you force yourself to dream of anything else.

It's freezing

It's waiting for the snow to cover the world

For the ice and the cold and the wind to sing

And you strip down to

Your muscles and your sinew

While praying that your heart sticks to

Your frostbitten ribcage.

It's rotting

A root steeped disease of brain and of blood

The flowers of self love

Decay under fungi

And branches of self worth

Snap under the reality

Of two decades of decomposition.

It's aching

A brain deep, muscle deep, heart deep

Skin deep, bone deep, lung deep

Pain that feels like pins and needles and knives

That curls in the body like

Injured, hunted prey that only wants to

See a sunrise that was never made for them.

It's knowing

Knowing that you are made of anger

Of self hate and dread

Of jealousy and of loneliness

Of a calvacade of emotions,

As long as your unraveled, exposed DNA,

As loud as the words that pound against your skull.

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Me, writing a 52 chapter slow burn fic

Also me, three chapters into said fic:

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Instalove can be bad, yes.

But have you considered an instalove where Person A is too stubborn to admit they're in love and Person B is too oblivious?