If you find someone with the username "Lalaithion", or some variation thereof, it's probably also me. She/they
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Yeah uh sorry but we're denying you the medication that makes you regrow the hands you lost in the accident due to cancer risk.
Oh the type of cancer? Hand cancer. It's. It's significantly higher when you have hands.
Higher than for the general population of people with hands? Uhhhhhhhhh well now you're asking really complicated and sort of ideologically motivated questions.
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thinking fondly of this meme I made for a coworker years and years ago
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I think if you were a trendy sought-after chef, a fun thing to do would be to set up a Manhattan pop-up restaurant where the theme is that you aren't allowed in unless you're cosplaying as a Genshin Impact character, and it doesn't count if it's bad cosplay, but they also won't allow two people dressed as the same character to be in the building at the same time. If there's already somebody else in there wearing your outfit, you can make a $1000 deposit to initiate a contest where the kitchen staff judge which of you has the better cosplay, and then you're both allowed in but if you lose then you have to sit in a shame zone until the other patron leaves, and they get to keep your deposit
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it’s like this.
if you only have one person in your life that you trust, you probably are always going to turn to that person when something shit happens. as well as whenever something good happens. or anything else. this is not inherently a bad thing, and it’s really beautiful to have someone in your life that you trust so much
but if that person is suddenly busy or going through something difficult themselves or doesn’t have emotional capacity for a while, suddenly there’s a problem. not necessarily through any fault of your own, you don’t have anyone to turn to with as much regularity as you did before
this is true of any kind of relationship. this is true of any kind of coping mechanism, also. the problem is not that you trust that person. the problem is not that you use that coping mechanism. the problem is not even that there’s something wrong with you and that it’s all your fault. the problem is that nothing can be everything
the solution is not to cut off your one trusted person or to cut yourself off from your one trusted coping mechanism. the solution is to do the difficult work of diversifying your life as much as it’s possible for you to do. which is why it sucks so much when external factors prevent you from being able to live a truly diverse life. okay that’s all have a good one
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it's just I feel that the important backstory to the legendary kontextmaschine "bisexual long covid" story that people fail to understand that kontext was
always very obviously bisexual the whole goddamn time even if he wasn't aware of it
never had covid and just hyped himself into believing he had it during a manic episode
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I consider it a moral imperative to depict foreign cultures in fiction so it’s clear their lives are equally as tedious and petty as ours. it’s too easy to imagine eg pagan blood sacrifice was as exciting to them as it is to us, or take their theologians’ word for it that God is everywhere and everything, and conclude that people actually lived in a constant state of religious fervor. this happens in classes about Islam a lot
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forever grateful i was simply too lazy to let the makeup industrial complex get its hooks in me. I was just like im not doing all of that. in fact. im doing none of that
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when you refuse to vote from the left, the message sent to politicians is that left-leaning people are not reliable voters, that is why they court moderates after elections like this.
right-leaning people will vote for whatever idiot they put up, they are reliable voters.
so don't act shocked when you don't vote and the Overton Window shifts right
WHEN YOU REFUSE TO VOTE, YOU ARE ACTIVELY MAKING THE GOVERNMENT OF THIS COUNTRY MORE CONSERVATIVE AND YOU NORMALIZE THE ABSOLUTE MONSTROSITY THAT IS AMERICAN RIGHT-WING POLITICS.
if you don't vote for the candidate who will do the least harm and sit home or throw it away to a write-in or third party, the results will NOT be what you want. Even Ralph Nader eventually acknowledged this.
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truly do not understand workplace drama. we're stuck here doing stupid bullshit for 8 hours and you want to make it worse? But on the other hand I love hearing about arguments that are not and never will be my problem
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i will become the first streamer who plays video games
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fanfic writers what font do you write in
i know on ao3 it's all in verdana but when you're drafting the fic in word or docs or whatever
#I write in courier#because its very clearly a placeholder#and using an obvious placeholder means I don’t spend time worrying about fonts
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American politics like being trapped in a dungeon with two guards, one of whom says “we must bomb Iran” while the other says “we must not not bomb Iran” and you have to decide which one to trust.
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I'm one of the few people that genuinely LOVES working customer service (hotel receptionist here), like yes the occasional person is rude and entitled. But most of the time? People are kind, and funny, and will jump at the chance to share a bit of their lives with someone else.
The businessman that comes in every week who seemed grouchy at first now smiles and waves when I remember his name, and explains he's just finished a long drive, and he doesn't MEAN to come off as rude, he's just tired.
The mother and daughter who visit the hotel each summer and tell me they've been coming here for years, and each time they visit they go to the pier and save up their tickets for the big ticket items. One day they come through the doors with the biggest grins, the older lady in the wheelchair proudly waving a huge stuffed toy tiger she's "had her eye on for years".
The young man with his girlfriend who looks nervous as he approaches reception, and stumbles over his words, his hands shaking as he signs the paperwork to check in. I've spent the last two weeks on the phone with him organising this; we've set up the bedroom with balloons and petals and decorations, and he's going to propose as soon as they get to the room.
The woman who I've not seen before who asks if I'm local, and tells me she grew up here, and had recently found herself drawn back. We talk about the sounds of seagulls, and the metal clanging of masts down at the harbour, and how the sounds that fade into the background are the ones you miss most when you leave. She's writing a book and promises to send me a copy when she's done.
The regular who goes out of her way to buy us all the strangest biscuits she can find at the tourist shops. We try them together, pulling faces at the ones that just don't work.
The thirty something woman who immediately sees a kinship in me and whispers to me that she has been here before, but under a name she no longer uses, and we celebrate the freedom she feels.
The support group that comes in for coffee each week and sit together filling the foyer with laughter.
Every single person living their own wonderful complicated rich lives, and I get to be a part of that. How is that not beautiful?
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