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"I wouldn't want to bother anyone," I say as the thing inside of me eats me alive.

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fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.

hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.

hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy

hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it

hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently

hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love

horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho

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Guys I’m getting emotional over the inability to pick Link’s name in Breath of the Wild

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I want more diverse fantasy world building and I want it now! Give me worlds where immigration is real so that you don’t just have clumps of Single Groups of Ethnicities that always stereotype the same few tropes every time. I want werewolves and vampires who work in the same castle run by dragons and I want dragons who turn into poc with crowns of spikes and gold dripping on their wings and I want elves mixed with dwarves and I want hybrids that don’t just have the most aesthetic traits from their parents but also the ones that’ll make things uncomfortable and I want places that aren’t filled with the same character multiplied by 100

Please stop giving me the same stories centered on thin white cis guys and calling it an original world because it’s got a different colored dragon in it this time,,,,,,,,,, I want diversity...

The problem is that the only stuff we get shown is the same few stereotypical tropes over and over and over and it makes it hard for creators to break out of that Mindset that this is the template

Give me places with multiple major religions in them and worlds where diversity is the status quo because if you put a bunch of groups in your world down they’re eventually going to mingle and it’s very unrealistic that all the groups are white people

Rant over uwu yes I’m aware you can build your world like this but if your world is just one demographic over and over I won’t find myself in it except in stereotypical spots every time

Let everyone be the main character sometimes. Not just the white people every turn

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Lioness Claiming

Neutral Lions

Manly Roar → Puff Out Chest  → Shake Mane → Bite Neck

Snarky (and Evil) Lions

Snarl → Growl → Shake Mane → Bite Neck

Kind (and Good) Lions

Purr  → Puff Out Chest  → Shake Mane  → Rub Head

Works well with any Impression Level.

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US folks, go take the US Trans Survey!

Click here: https://www.ustranssurvey.org

Deadline: November 21st, 2022

Who: The USTS is for all trans people ages 16 years and older, including binary and nonbinary trans identities, living in the United States, a U.S. territory, or on a U.S. military base. The survey is open to trans people at any stage of their lives, journey, or transition.

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The last one was in 2015 and there were nearly 28,000 participants, and the results were very helpful! It’s available in English and Spanish.

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The reason tumblr should have a mutuals only filter for notifications is cause I wanna know which of you i need to demand reparations for my posts getting popular

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we will never be ok again.

do you know how many traumas we experience every year, every month, every week, every goddamn day?

they use helicopters to bomb defenseless people, shooting them in the back. killing children.

they sexually assault the women, kidnap them on the streets, take them away, torture them, kill them, threaten the families, force them into false confessions, refuse to give the family their children’s bodies, bury them in remote places.

(they killed a young man in front of his girlfriend during the protests and she didn’t move away from the morgue for three days so that they wouldn’t steal the body of the man she loved.)

they kill people and fabricate stories about their deaths having nothing to do with the protests. (She had heart problems. she was suicidal. she was seen going into a building. she threw herself off a building. a dog bit him and he died of infection— they were all teenagers.)

They attack schools, hit girls on the head with batons, take them away, kill them and say she had heart problems and her death had nothing to do with them.

they shot a man dead in his car who was just blowing his horn in protest.

They take the protesters to Evin prison (some 6000 just in the past month), then set the prison on fire, attack them like savages and tell them ‘its your final day’ and refuse to tell just how many people they killed.

(someone i know was taken from her home by the regime 22 days ago. i have no idea where she is and if she survived the fire)

They use ambulances and ice cream trucks to carry the protesters. i saw a video about the protesters in hong kong and how the crowd parted for the ambulance to pass through and all i could think about was the iranian regime uses ambulances to take away the protesters.

they shot down a plane carrying mostly Iranian immigrants going back to their homes in canada and said oops, it was a human error.

they block every website you can think of, they disable vpns and block app stores so ppl wouldn’t be able to download any new vpns that might work, they shut down the internet and say they’d give it back if we stop protesting. (and btw, the fastest internet most of us can get in iran is 16mb/s).

they kill you if you ever dare insult khamenei or the IRGC. they kill you for pretty much anything because the world doesn’t hold them accountable for any of their crimes.

they took away a young athlete a few months ago without telling his parents where they took him. then a few days ago they showed up with a few bones in their hands telling the family, here these belong to your son. we found them on a hill. then they threatened the family into silence.

they cut us from the whole world, made the world despise us or not care about us; made us irrelevant and our lives worthless. but we survived. despite all that and more, we survived. and we’re going to survive them. even if we won’t ever be ok again.

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The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) dir. Tom Gormican

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Small town culture is knowing that there are Old Folks with strange nicknames but never knowing the stories behind them.

Of course, I made the mistake of asking why everyone calls this one guy Brickaday and it turns out that he worked at a brickyard for 40 years, stealing exactly one brick every day and making no particular efforts to conceal the theft. Nobody thought anything of it until years later he was discovered to have built three houses.

His boss is said to have shrugged and made some remarks about the importance of coming up with a plan and sticking to it.

I‘m trying to arrange my face into an appropriate approximation of silent bafflement and failing miserably.

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in this light, what have they fed you?

when you're very, very quiet, sometimes the truth of it starts glinting in the river water: all this time, and you're still choking on grief.

ironic, you are so good at taking care of others. almost second-nature; you listen carefully. you try to help, always. where did you learn that when someone else is in pain, it's your responsibility? that you must be the one to take it in, to sublimate it, to make something good from it.

it almost feels like you're just balancing a scale - you sense you are somehow guilty of something, just-for-being. you can untilt that scale, as long as you are permanently helping.

it is possible to starve for love while eating out of the hand of someone you care for. birds gorge on bread and die hungry.

other people shove their anxieties and hurt and misery down your throat, and you just. swallow it. you keep it in your belly and try to turn it into something; try to burn it like coal.

sometimes you wake up and think oh, i see. the rest of me is just smoke.

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I’ve said it before, I’ll say it a thousand more times: No piece of dystopian fiction has ever been a prediction of the future. They are observations and criticisms of the present. 

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 Pantheons in fantasy will almost always be something like “fire deity, water deity, light deity, EVIL deity, GREAT MOTHER” while an average bronze age city’s pantheon was s/t like “deity personifying the city, god everyone has to treat as the main one because his city got geopolitically lucky, three or so personifications of main local sources of income, a nearby mountain, half a dozen incoherent minor deities (at least one is the result of some misspelling a name), deified branding iron”

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I like to imagine that in any atla modern au, aang still, for some reason, finds a reason to beat ozai’s ass

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only fools walk into the castle grounds and steal a single rose... real husslers dig up the whole rosebush bare-handed so we can propagate and grow them at home for a profit

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It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.