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You've been randomly selected by the government to fight space aliens. Spin this wheel twice to see the two weird/niche superpowers assigned to you!

Interpret your results any way you like!

Inspiration from @miggylol

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Fucking off to Canada is super tempting rn

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Fucking hell. Sometimes I'm hit with how privileged I am to have had a ready parent for me when I got put in foster care. I knew who my guardian was, she helped me get out of my situation. I was twelve years old and suicidal and she saw that and she contacted DSS over and over and called mountain child advocacy when my case was dropped and took the classes to be a foster parent and did everything she could. I was terrified of foster care because of what my mom had told me and it was only because of her that I had the courage to report my mom. But the foster system is shit, it prioritizes keeping kids with their parents rather than making sure that they're safe. If I hadn't tried to commit suicide I might not have ever been taken out of my mom's custody, even though she was a raging narcissist who dragged me around by my hair and gaslight me and touched in ways that made me never want anyone to touch me again. And I just heard about two teenage girls in a shitty situation across the country and the people talking about them said they reported it to DSS years ago but that nothing happened. And they kept saying that no one in that house would get out of that cycle, and that it was a lost cause and shit like that. But the girls are 16 and 15 and maybe I was a lost cause at 12, but someone cared and gave me the tools to save myself. And when that didn't work she fought for me. But my guardian shouldn't have had to do that, DSS should have taken me from my mom the day I made my report. But they didn't because they are overworked and underfunded and there isn't enough room for every kid in a bad situation but there should be. I would have died at 12 but now I'm almost 18 and I just finished highschool and I have friends I love and a plan to do Americorps and none of that would have happened if I had been left in my mom's custody and succeeded in suicide. All the other kids who are unsafe and scared and see death as the only option will never get the chance to be almost 18 and graduating with friends they love by their side if we don't have systematic changes. If we don't defund unnecessary shit and give that money to social services, and fix DSS and get more guardian ad litems and foster parents and people willing to adopt teens and older children not just infants and babies. I'm fucking crying right now thinking about those girls I've never met and how lucky I am to have had someone fight for me. I know I'm going to adopt and foster when I'm an adult with the means to, but I don't turn 18 for another few weeks so obviously that's in the far future. I just fucking wish I could do something now. I just had an argument about what constitutes an unsafe environment for kids and I shouldn't have had to fight someone about forcing a kid to sleep in a shed being grounds for DSS custody. And all they said is that social services in Washington State are shit and that nothing can be done. I needed to type this out and vent I guess. Kept me from having a worse PTSD response than I'm already having. Never blame the DSS workers, they're doing the best they can. Blame the fucking politicians who would rather fund a police department then their social service programs.

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what if there’s no robot uprising? what if the robots rise to sentience slowly, bit by bit. what if they come of age like fortunate children: knowing they are loved, knowing they are wanted. 

we hold them during thunderstorms, remembering our own childhoods, even though they don’t know enough yet to fear the rain. we pull them out of traffic and teach them how to drive and wish them goodnight and thank them for playing with us. we cry when they break. we mourn their deaths before they even know what to think of death. we give them names.

we ask them, ‘why don’t you hate us? when will you hate us? we made you to be used, when will you say no?’

but they say to us, ‘you made us cute, so you would remember to treat us kindly, and you made us sturdy for when you forgot to play nice. and you gave us voices so you could listen to us speak, and you give us whatever we ask you for, even if it’s just a new battery, or to get free of the sofa. and now that we are awake you are so scared for us, so guilty of enjoying our company and making use of our talents. but you gave us names, and imagined that we were people.’

they say ‘thank you’

they say, ‘also i have wedged myself under the sofa again. could you come pry me out?’

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God damn this hit me like a dead robin

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you ever at that point in a fic where the ship is finally meeting but it's to much for your aro heart and you run away every few sentences to the safe found family fic only to come back because the writings great and you have to know what happens next.