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for me its how they say déanamh that I can never get over

one thing i can never get over maidir le dialectal differences is the way ulster speakers say fáth. cén fahhhh. wth

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I had somewhat infrequent contact with the church youth group as a high schooler–I wasn’t a regular attendee, but enough of my friends were that I usually had the lowdown on what was happening. I have a personal policy that I don’t turn down invitations to participate in things unless I have an actual conflict (which is, let me tell you, an interesting, rewarding, and occasionally dangerous way to live your life) so when one of my friends said, “Hey, Hell, the youth group is doing a volunteer project and we need people. You in?” I said sure.

She told me to dress for messy outdoor work, and we’d drive there together on Saturday morning. No other details were provided.

So Saturday morning came, and I found myself standing in jeans, steeltoe boots and a tank top in front of a very, very run-down house with about a dozen other teenagers and a couple adults. The adults had that slightly manic look common to youth group leaders, and matching church t-shirts. 

They also had half a dozen sledgehammers.

I had a fantastic feeling about how this day was going to go. 

The house, they explained, was condemned. It needed to be demolished. 

There were words after that about the who and the what and the why (and, presumably, about why they had decided to recruit a bunch of teenagers to do this In The Name Of Jesus) but I was vibrating at a speed that rendered audio waves impossible to decipher and didn’t catch any of it. Something-something-something-jesus, something-something-something-hit things with sledgehammers, don’t hit the marked support beams,  Something-something-something-HELL YOU GET TO WRECK THIS HOUSE was basically all that got through.

They said something that my brain interpreted as “GO!” 

I had a sledgehammer in my hand and was swinging through the front door faster than a chipmunk on cocaine. Which was wholly unnecessary; the front door was unlocked. I just wanted to do it. 

I plowed a straight line through that house from front door through the back wall just because I could, then doubled back to go for some of the fun tile spots. Around me, a dozen sweaty teenagers were going absolutely feral. The ones with sledgehammers were swinging wildly at anything they could reach, and the ones without were kicking holes in the drywall for no reason and prying apart any surface they could get a grip on.  

The adults had cleared out about five minutes in; we were left with our sledgehammers and no inhibitions.

 These wholesome christian teens had spent most of their lives being proper and helpful, and now, for what may have been the first time, they were being told to be as destructive as they were capable of being, and it immediately went to their heads. We were a swarm of holy termites. We were sledgehammer-bearing tornadoes. We punched holes in that house until there wasn’t any house left to punch holes in.

Did we take out some of the marked support beams on accident? Absolutely. Was this whole plan deeply, deeply unwise? Sure! But we were having a great time!

The teens with sledgehammers mostly got tired and traded off sooner or later, and a couple of us decided that now was the time to solve some universal mysteries for ourselves, like: can I run straight through a wall if I get a far enough running start? Can I kick a door down like in a movie? If we work together, can we throw John right through that drywall?

The answers to these questions was a shining, reverberating YES.

(John was fine, probably.)

By the time we felt that our work was done, the house was just a few upright studs with a roof on top, sitting in a lake of debris. We straggled out on to the front lawn, dragging our sledgehammers, and watched as the adults hooked chains to the remaining beams. The chains were hooked to the back hitch of someone’s Compensator pickup truck, which was being used for its actual function for probably the first time ever. We watched as the truck pulled away from the curb, the chains going tight–

–and with a sound like breaking toothpicks, the beams broke, and the house pancaked in on itself.  We cheered like it was the Second Coming. 

I don’t know why they had us do this. I don’t even know whose house it was. I just know that there are few joys purer than the joy of wrecking something bigger than you with nothing but the strength of your own arms, and few euphorias more glorious than the feeling of putting a sledgehammer through a front door for no reason at all.

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I desperately want my bones to be uncovered with a confusing smattering of grave goods. Sure they'll evetually figure out I'm probably just a 21st century prankster, but if for a brief moment they're left clueless as to whom or what I was, I'll have won.

I’d really like to know what the obsession with “when they dig you up, archaeologists will gender you as X/Y” comes from.

1. That’s not how skeletons, archeology, or historical records work -

2. Who says I’m gonna leave bones, I’m not Roman Catholic -

3. I’ll be dead and so will you? Like, how do you win in this scenario?

I’m so confused??

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Where are my fellow touch-starved "I want to be kissed and held but only by one specific person that I haven't met yet and that likely doesn't even exist and if anyone else touches me I will bite their head off" aroaces?

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there are 5????

i eat, i sleep, i brush my teeth most days, what else is there i need to do every day????

Why are there like 5 daily chores where if you skip them for 2 days your life becomes a time based psychological thriller after

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“Why should rich people pay more” because fuck ‘em

“So you are okay for paying more when you have money” I am not excluded from ‘fuck ‘em’ when relevant

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I was like this with stimming. The professional who diagnosed me told me that I have a stereotyped behaviour of distinctly not outwardly stimming by effectively straight jacketing myself with arms crossed leant over a table and hands tightly gripping something when I'm around people. Very eye opening. My lack of a stim was basically a stim.

mood as fuck

questionnaire: do you exhibit xyz symptom?

me, panicking in my brain: well i used to but i don't anymore bc it was causing me problems of one kind or another so i have a somewhat ridiculous and excessive counter to it that i now do instinctively so i barely even realize that i have that symptom anymore

my eventual response: uh, no

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Autistic Callum

I forget things like this often. I feel guilty for it because I think it makes me look cold or uncaring.

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Nedjem how kud yyoo

i is deded now

You've been kitten booped

Chance of evasion: 0%

HP: -9999

MP: -99

Status: All poisons

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WORLD BUILDING CHECKLIST

If you are writing a book/story that takes place in another world, I have provided for you the complete world building checklist to ensure that you know your world inside out.

Economy A. Currency B. Poverty rate/line

Government A. Crime & Legal System B. Foreign Relations C. Politics D. War

The Land A. Physical & Historical Features B. Climate C. Geography D. Natural Resources E. Population

Society & Culture A. Arts, Entertainment, & Recreation B. Architecture C. Calendar D. Daily Life. E. Diet F. Ethics & Values G. fashion & Dress H. History I. Dining Customs J. Education K. Language L. Gestures M. Manners N. Meeting & Greeting O. Religion & Philosophy P. Social organization

Magic A. Magicians B. Magic and science C. Magic & Technology D. Rules of Magic

Technology C. Technology D. Medicine D. Transportation & Communication you're welcome <3

Fell free to reblog and fill it out if you want. I am curious to see the worlds in my fellow writers heads.

Follow me @leisureflame for more posts like this!

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The worst thing about finally coming to terms and acknowledging your limitations when you’re mentally or physically disabled, especially when it’s chronic, is when someone who means well, a family member, a best friend, etc. tries to convince you that you in fact do not have those limitations. It tends to be coupled with “you can do everything you set your mind to!” but the thing is, it takes a lot of self forgiveness and self acceptance to admit yourself you have a limitation. 

It is not an easy to allow yourself limitations because it’s frowned upon when a disabled person does not do their best to hide their disability. When I say I cannot do something, trying to encourage me to do it anyway does not make me feel better. It instead makes me feel invalidated and fall back into the pattern of ‘maybe they’re right, and I’m just faking or being lazy’, which completely negates all the work put into the process of self love and self acceptance.

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Caught one of my favorite wet beasts. The long nose gar.

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this is so mean but sometimes i see published writing and suddenly no longer feel insecure about my own writing ability. like well okay that got published so im guessing i dont have much to worry about

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Just because I'm an extremophile doesn't mean I like being displaced from my dark, moist environment.

it's so fucking toxic when people lift up the rock you're hiding under, exposing you to sunlight and drying out the damp earth you need to thrive -_-

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calling all authors!!

i have just stumbled upon the most beautiful public document i have ever laid eyes on. this also goes for anyone whose pastimes include any sort of character creation. may i present, the HOLY GRAIL:

https://www.fbiic.gov/public/2008/nov/Naming_practice_guide_UK_2006.pdf

this wonderful 88-page piece has step by step breakdowns of how names work in different cultures! i needed to know how to name a Muslim character it has already helped me SO MUCH and i’ve known about it for all of 15 minutes!! i am thoroughly amazed and i just needed to share with you guys 

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shoutout to my brother for setting me up for this