#'i've had the right amount of you today' is not exactly the phrasing of a man deeply pissed off someone was unable to catch miles

[fandom-geek]

i was rewatching across the spiderverse and i noticed that miguel doesn’t seem anywhere near as angry when you actually watch him instead of miles. before the chase, the only angry reaction we get is him throwing the enchilada container at miles and sarcastically saying “how wonderful” in spanish to miles offering him the food. which isn’t great, lbr, but he doesn’t come across as a deeply and chronically angry man.

but even in the chase, he’s largely... pretty normal for most of it? compared to what we’ve seen of him before miles showed up, at least. like even his “you’re both equally terrible, does that settle it?” line to peter and jess is pretty in line with his snark up until this point.

so with that in mind, i find it fascinating that what seems to set him off initially is when miles says “what are those, claws? dude, are you sure you’re even spiderman?”

and that gets miguel throwing that question back with “are you? who do you think you are, really?”. and then he goes into his whole speech about how miles is the original anomaly and it’s all his fault. but even then, he doesn’t actually seem angry. he looks more scared than anything?

and then in the lab, he only seems angry instead of scared/panicked after miles has disappeared. and that lasts about a minute (i may have timed it). even when he’s tearing into the barrier for the teleporter, i don’t think he’s actually murderous - not least because gwen and peter sure as hell would’ve intervened if they thought miles was going to come to physical harm.

i know miguel is unusual compared to the canon events he’s going on about, since he wasn’t bitten by a spider and lacks a dead uncle. since he got cut off by gwen when he tried to give his own story, i wonder if this is some fucked up projecting about his own self-consciousness that he doesn’t fit the canon pattern he keeps seeing, and if he secretly thinks that’s why his adopted dimension was doomed.

either way, i think we’ll get his story in btsv the same way gwen’s was at the start of atsv, probably once the double miles plot has been resolved, since i think that’s a very intentional omission in atsv

[reallylilyreally]

For the Send me a fic of mine and I'll answer...

Since you've already been asked about At Your Heels and Breathe Through the Bruises, how about Nine Mothers' Sons?

ahhhhhhhhh nine mothers' sons, probably my favourite thing i've ever written

My favorite scene

Ooooh. Hmmm. There are a lot of moments in this fic that i ADORE but i think it has to be the ending:

“What was it like,” James asks him.

Brilliant. Terrible. Cold. Boring. Beautiful. 

“Which bit?” Johnny bites back, no snap.

James laughs. “I dunno,” he says, as if he’s aware he’s being an idiot. “What was the best bit?”

“The best bit of being a bomber pilot?” Johnny asks him.

He thinks of the clear, beautiful blue of the sky, open around him like more ocean than you could ever imagine. Thinks of the crackle of flame over the hardstands, the buzz of the bars, the way Benny’s wrist fit perfectly in his palm, the look on Bucky’s face when he played Blue Skies on the saxophone. He thinks of the extra chain next to Solly’s dog tags, Ham’s gold tooth in the dark, Crank’s wooden forts, Buck and Macon doing calculus, Jefferson drawing girls he didn't know, Ev Blakeley coming back from the dead, Johnny Hoerr on his right for twenty flights.

He takes a sip of his whiskey, lets it sit in his mouth for a moment, lets it burn.

“The best bit of being a bomber pilot is the crew,” he says.

I didn't really know where I was going and then I got to "what was it like" and i had this... magic moment? where all of a sudden i knew EXACTLY what i wanted to say and it was like i was possessed by the spirit of John Brady.

Also this:

John Brady kills three men with his bare hands that day, and doesn’t for a moment feel anything like guilt the whole of the rest of his life.

I wrote that and had to take a moment.

Hardest scene to write

Oof. This.

Who's going to protect Bucky from the weight of his grief now? Brady, apparently.

“Alright, Major?” He says, for want of anything better.

Bucky looks up at him, eyes red and startlingly clear for the amount he's presumably drunk. It's barely afternoon.

“Little John,” he says, dredging the snide name all the way up from flight school, and he's only slightly slurring. “Draw the short straw?”

There's a pause where Brady doesn't know what to say, and then Bucky lets out a nasty bark of laughter.

“No, wait, I know why you're here. It's because everyone else is dead, isn't it, Johnny?”

Brady sighs. “C’mon Bucky, time to go.”

Bucky stares at him. “Night's young, Little John.”

“It's the middle of the afternoon. We're flying tomorrow.”

“Lucky us,” Bucky says. He gestures at the publican. “Have a drink with me, Little John, just one, and then I'll come when you call like a good dog.”

Something about the turn of phrase turns Brady's stomach. The way the other man is calling him Little John makes him feel hot and cold and furious and he misses Buck, badly. The publican looks at him with concern, almost a request for direction.

“Two whiskeys,” Brady tells him, and Bucky does that nasty hollow laugh again.

They drink in silence. Bucky is staring into the rows of bottles behind the bar like he's seeing the endless horizon for the first time. At rest, he looks slightly shocked. He's not telling himself a story now, there's no Boys Own Adventure playing today. He's a man with the bottom dropping out of the world.

“I'm so sorry, John,” Brady says, even though he knows better.

Bucky bares his teeth. “Don't make me break your nose, Johnny,” he says. “You've got no fucking idea.”

He's abruptly furious. “Who was in the right hand seat, Bucky?”

Bucky stares at him.

“Who was sitting next to Buck when Our Baby went down? Who was it?”

“Who was it?”

He doesn't really need to hear Brady say it. 

“Benny,” Brady says anyway. “Benny was. So don't you tell me I've got no fucking idea. Might not be quite the same but it's close enough. Finish your god damn whiskey, we're going home.”

Dealing with Bucky's grief in a way that left room for interpretation while still allowing Brady to be really angry at him while also being kind? I felt like I was just flailing around, really.

Favorite character to write in the fic

Johnny Brady is my best girl and I'm not sorry. I love that man.

Favorite dynamic to write in the fic

For the last second string i said Brady/Bucky, and I do love that dynamic, but in this fic I think I'd say Brady/Benny. That steady love and support and acceptance. And of course, holy co-dependency, batman.

Why I chose that title

This was my first time writing a fic with such a strong recurring motif, and I think i was worried people might miss it?? dunno how. but i stuck it in the title just in case.

A fun fact about the fic

I fully imagined Brady and Benny as a totally platonic relationship all the way through this and only got bitten by the bug after.

[aerisleis-fics]

For the prompt thing, #51. SephZack, of course.

51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

Prompts Here! And I'm still willing to take them though I may be slowish as I have a few things on my plate hahaha.

This was written as today's warm up and I'm not 100% satisfied w/ phrasing but I do kind of love the way it was going so! Here goes~

"I wish you would tell me what I've done to disturb you."

Sephiroth's words came as a surprise, and Zack's head jerked up slightly, a frown pulling at his lips even as confusion furrowed his brow. "What?"

Normally Zack was decent enough at following the jumps to wherever Seph might have led him this time, but for once he felt rather as if he'd been left behind at the helipad.

"I see the way you look at me when you believe I'm not watching," Sephiroth continued, and Zack spent a moment analyzing the finer points of his expression. The just slightly narrowed eyes, contracted pupils. Mouth set into a thinner line than usual.

And the words, of course, still didn't quite help Zack understand exactly the way this conversation had come about. Had he been looking at Sephiroth any particular way? More than usual?

He had been, hadn't he?

"I really don't-" Zack tried.

"You needn't play coy. I'm long used to being stared at. However, you generally do not do so. If you would simply tell me what I have done then-"

"Seph, you haven't done anything." Zack mumbled, feeling himself flush slightly as the realization set in fully. He rubbed at the back of his neck a bit, not quite meeting Sephiroth's eyes anymore. "It's not- that's not-"

Wow this was way harder when he wasn't deliberately flirting. Not that he hadn't tried flirting with Sephiroth, of course. All such attempts had either been summarily ignored or outright shot down. Because Sephiroth didn't seem to do anything other than work, actually. Ever.

"Then why?"

The question was simple and direct. Exactly what Zack had come to expect of Sephiroth since he'd begun working with Sephiroth all that time ago back in Wutai in the wake of the other Firsts defecting, leaving them both behind.

"It's stupid." Zack said, feeling rather self-conscious suddenly. "Don't worry about it."

"We are well beyond 'don't worry about it'," Sephiroth informed him, tone mild. Zack could hear the faintly curious undercurrent. Better than the cool distance that had been there before, perhaps, but only so much.

"It's because I like you, okay."

"One would hope you 'like' me given the amount of time that we-" Sephiroth paused, as if taking a moment to more completely consider all of the implications that the statement might have.

Zack wished for a moment that becoming invisible was a possibility. There was no way out from under the gaze Sephiroth had fixed him with while deep in thought - and for perhaps the first time, Zack understood why it was that most people acted like prey caught under a predator's eyes the first few times they interacted with Sephiroth.

His PHS chimed, Zack's attention snapped to it. "Shit, right. Meeting with Tseng, he'll have my head if I'm late again." Zack said, words tumbling out in a rush as he stood.

"We'll talk more when you come back." Even toned, the intensity already broken as Sephiroth returned to his work.

Zack wished he could believe that Sephiroth would forget about their conversation in the intervening time.

[c0smicfern]

idk how to phrase this exactly. i know what i want to write, but it's hard to write it out coherently when the conceptualization part of my brain & the... word forming part of my brain aren't talking to each other. basically, i know i've been a bit rampant with the internalized ableism lately. it's a nasty habit that i can get into, particularly when my functioning is as dampened as it is now. got super overstimulated at the grocery store and nearly had another *something* in my car. when i finally managed to calm my brain down, i knew i still wanted to listen to music on the ride home, even if at 1/4th the volume i normally do. realized that the playlist i had been listening to while driving around wouldn't do my brain any good, esp since there's a bunch of hard rock & metal in it. i also remembered that i made a playlist specifically for that very situation the last time i burned out. i was just... struck by the amount of compassion & self-care i was capable of showing myself not very long ago. made me feel... guilty ig. bc i haven't been doing that so far during this burnout. i called out from work today, but i nearly made myself go in. i feel like that definitely contributed to the catatonia this morning. i identify more with the logical & volitional parts of my brain, but it's like the other parts pushed back against us this morning so hard that we completely shut down. like, 'yeah, you think we're going in? nope. you're not in charge here right now.' i need to remember how to love myself like i was capable of doing during the last burnout bc so far? this one has been *so much fucking worse* & that's almost assuredly bc i've been denying that i'm burnt out & trying to go on as i had been only a week ago. it's definitely been pushing others away as well. it's probably hard to believe that i love autistic people when i'm seemingly incapable of loving myself as i am rn. i wasn't expecting to burn out again so quickly or really... at all, ever again, but it happened. the only way i'm going to be able to recover & not push people away is by being the person who made the recovery playlist that i listened to on the way home from the store.

edit: i'm also. a bit closer to accepting that i'm probably autistic. for two reasons, mostly. first, i literally don't know what else it could possibly be at this point. second, my intuition has been scary accurate about these things, historically. while my logic has driven me astray more times than i can count. it's cold & calculating, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it's going to be a more accurate way of arriving at conclusions. i'll probably end up doubting it again when i come out of the burnout, but it seems irrevocably true right now. i really don't know what else could be causing these issues. i think, maybe, i was just better at finding patterns in people's behavior than some other autistic people. i do remember being much less socially attuned as a kid & teenager. to the point that i may not have been looking up how to read social cues or tell what people are thinking, but i probably picked up on it from studying interactions irl. that's my working theory bc, while autism as an explanation seemed really unlikely in-between the last burnout & this one, it still makes more sense than *anything else*. it's not c-ptsd, it's not the depression, and it's not schizophrenia. moreover, my few experiences with involuntary violence make me feel like it's almost assured. i got *very good* at masking & keeping my shit together bc my presentation of it is highly atypical & i'm *usually* very low support needs. obviously not rn. in fact, i kinda regret not asking my fiancée to pick up my meds for me, but i digress. those skills are something that i'm going to have to rebuild if i want to, but i feel like being that high-masking probably contributed to these burnouts. i ended up holding so much shit in that i feel worse than i ever have. it's going to be a struggle to continue accepting the reality of the situation when i finally break out of this again & continue using my disability aids, but it's important so this doesn't happen *again*. with my luck & executive functioning, it probably will, but it may not happen for years if i take *slightly better* care of myself. anyway, that's it. i'm probably autistic. i've hit two burnout periods in the span of one year & i literally *Don't Know What Else It Could Possibly Be*.

[imagineimpact]

hi !! is it ok if i request a one-shot kaeya x reader? i've had this phrase in my mind for a bit and i just dont know what to do with it. "uh.. kaeya? you can stop holding my hand now..."

Yes, of course it is! I may or may not have written this when I saw it and it may or may not have been really early in the morning when I did, but I love getting prompts like this!

Enjoy!

No Hurry To Let You Go

Kaeya x Reader

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Happy Windblume Festival!” You greet another guest to Mondstadt, one who had just asked you for directions and was now on their way up to see the church of Barbatos. Quite the crowd had seemed to amass on this particular day, and it was hard to even see the usual faces around - Marjorie would be making a lot of sales today, as would Flora, but the sheer amount of people stopped you from witnessing the sight.

Yeah, you weren’t too good with crowds. The thought of stepping into this, where you would be pushed around and have to say 'excuse me' a hundred or so times was rather offputting, for many reasons. So, instead, you hovered by the blacksmith’s forgery, waiting for the crowd to disperse ever so slightly into the festivities.

The problem was, though, that you had been waiting for three hours.

Your eyes wander through the crowd to seek out a familiar face - any would do. Why did there have to be just so, so many guests here today?

“Hey, fancy joining me at the tavern for a bit?” A voice beside you - a familiar presence indeed - appears out of nowhere. You startle slightly, much to his amusement.

“Ah, good afternoon Kaeya.” You smile, your eyes meeting his. “Aren’t you busy with, you know, the festivities?”

He scans over you, a light smile on his face as his eyes twinkle with interest. “As a knight, it is my duty to ensure that each individual enjoys their time during the festivities.” He chuckles to himself. “You seem oblivious to the fact that you’ve been standing there for hours now.”

“You noticed, huh?” You're slightly unamused by the teasing. “Well, you know I don’t really, uh...”

“Oh, you’re afraid of getting lost in the crowd?” He asks, reading you with such ease that it’s almost frustrating.

In a way, though, it’s the cause for that smile spreading across your expression. “Well, not exactly. I was just, um, waiting for there to be a bit less people.”

He chuckles. “Right.” You might as well have told him you could fly with how much he had seen through your words.

“I really am.”

“Oh, I believe that you are, but it’s because you lack fondness of such crowds.” He leans closer. “I believe you still haven’t answered my request, by the way.”

“You’re request? Oh! Right.” Your eyes wander away to look at the crowd for a moment. It was about time that you had something to eat anyway, so there was no real fear in going. Plus, it would give you an excuse to get through all these people. “Sure, I’ll join you.”

“Lovely.” He straightens back up, but leans back down for just a moment. You feel his hand take yours, adjusting itself slightly to your palm.

A heat rises to your face. “Kaeya?”

“We don’t want to get separated now, do we?” He chuckles to himself, stealing a quick glance your way before turning and taking the chance to guide you to his side.

No arguing with that logic. You release a deep breath, relieved that your friend had approached you. His presence beside you is a welcome warmth, and due to his status and stature, he has much more ease navigating the crowds than you would have if you were alone.

It takes about twenty minutes of walking before you find fresh air, the crowd not surrounding Angel’s Share. Usually this walk would take half that time, but with your slow pace navigating the crowds, it was far more tedious than expected.

Kaeya still grips your hand when you reach the tavern door. “Uh, Kaeya?” You hold up your clasped hands. “You can stop holding my hand now.”

“Hmm?” His eyes linger over the hands as he opened the door with his other. “Oh, I know.” He looks away as if mindlessly returning back to a task.

Instead, he grips your hand tighter and leads you into the tavern ahead of him.

“Wh- Wait-“ You stutter out, flustered at the notion.

“There’s no hurry.” He spoke simply, very much to avoid you mentioning it again.

“Kaeya-“

“Are you two going to keep blocking the doorway?” A tired voice rings out from behind the counter.

“Oh, Diluc, I didn’t know you would be working today.” You pipe up, trying to avoid the typical tense conversation between the two brothers.

“Festivities are typical cause for me to work. It’s due to be quite busy in here soon.” His eyes rest on Kaeya. “Of course, when people have a proper job to do, they haven’t the opportunity to rest during such occasions.”

“As always, Diluc, taking a chance to slander the Knights of Favonius.” Kaeya’s voice is unusually disinterested in the typical unfriendly banter. “We’re just taking a break before the crowds get any worse. A certain someone was near about to pass out from exhaustion.”

That’s when Diluc’s eyes flicker to your clasped hands. His expression shifts slightly as if he is rather amused by such a development. Still being polite, however, he doesn’t mention it. “If you’re that exhausted, then take a seat. I assume you won’t enjoy drowning in wine like your present company.” He says to you, turning his head to look into the interior of the tavern. “Find a seat somewhere. Away from me.”

Your hand is being squeezed - near suffocation - by Kaeya, who scoffs at his brother, “As always, you-“

“Thanks, Diluc.” You interrupt Kaeya and quickly pull him away from a potentially endless argument.

He’s indignant for a moment, then takes stride in front of you and leads you up the stairs for the utmost privacy.

Kaeya is unusually quiet as he leads you to a table in the corner, away from the few other people who are in the bar. Diluc is right; In a few hours, this entire tavern would be overfilling with guests.

Still, Kaeya leads you to a table and you both sit down, his hand still grasping yours. Was it overkill at this point? Most certainly.

“Hey, Kaeya?” You call again to grab his attention. He meets your gaze with a slight reluctance, as if pulled from a strange thought. It's unusual for him to be so reserved. You squeeze his hand. “Everything alright?”

“Why, of course it is.” He leans forward slightly, pulling your hand as if to have you do the same. “I’m right in front of my favourite person.”

Your cheeks tinge a light pink and he chuckles at the change. Your eyes narrow slightly - He’s doing this on purpose. “Is that why you’re insisting on holding my hand so tightly?”

“Hmm.” He hums quietly. “Well, perhaps I just want your attention.” He stares across at you. “Perhaps I wouldn’t want you to be thinking about anyone else right now, or want you to get lost in either your thoughts or the crowds.” His eyes scan yours, a delay for testing your acceptance of his words. “And perhaps, of course, I don’t want any other man to take your hand away from me.”

Your eyes widen a bit in surprise at his words. Though not unusually bold, they are certainly more, well, direct than usual.

He held your hand under the table, the two of your quiet as footsteps came approached from the stairwell. “Some wine and food for the table.” Diluc announces haphazardly, though delicately he does place the items onto the table. You look up toward him, and feel your hand being squeezed again.

The unusual action comes across more possessive than you had seen Kaeya before. It’s incredibly flustering for your thoughts.

Diluc notices how quickly you look away from him, and his eyes flicker to Kaeya. He notices something, but wanders away from the table regardless at the sound of your quiet 'thanks'. Perhaps he believed himself to be interrupting a moment - which, perhaps he was.

Finally, he lets your hand go, leaning back in his chair. “Now, my dear, let’s enjoy our time together while it’s still quiet enough for you.” He smiles delicately, as if moments ago he hadn’t spoken strangely.

You decide to play along with it, not certain how to deal with the stirring in your heart as you both lift your glasses and let the clink resound in the air when they meet, pushing away any other emotions you might be feeling.

[mellometal]

Do we have ANOTHER Dhar Mann video to rip apart today? Yes, we do.

This one is a real specimen...a real treat, if you will. I'm gonna have a field day with this. Today, we'll be talking about how to actually treat disabled people! Specifically physically disabled people! This is something I have a bit of a specialty in, since I do work with disabled people for a living.

This is a VERY recent video, by the way. When I watched this, it made my blood boil seeing how this disabled woman was being treated. Reading some of the comments people were making took everything in me to not scream at them through my phone. Why? I had the shadow of a doubt that they were probably very young and have never been around disabled people before...even though they very well probably have, but didn't realize it.

Before I begin, there's A LOT of ableism that I'm going to talk about. If that triggers you or makes you uncomfortable in any way, feel free to scroll past this and consume content that sparks joy.

To sum up the video, a disabled woman was getting out of her truck in the parking lot, intending to do some grocery shopping. An able-bodied woman (Karen) comes up to this woman to ask her a whole bunch of questions, try to help her unload things out of her truck (when she didn't need any help in the first place), and "tried to relate" by saying that she was in a wheelchair for two weeks in high school. Please don't do that.

Karen touched this woman's wheelchair without her consent and attempted to push her when she never asked for any help.

NEVER touch a disabled person, their wheelchair, walker, motor scooter, cane, etc. (medical equipment, essentially), without their consent. Unless the disabled person cannot move around on their own, they give you their consent, you're their caretaker, family members, or a professional who works with disabled people, don't touch them or their equipment. Even then, it never hurts to ask them first, especially if you're a new caretaker or a new professional in their home and they don't know you very well. If they tell you "no" and/or the person/people with them say "no", it means "no" and you need to leave them alone. If they tell you that they don't need your help, to leave them alone, or anything else along those lines, those phrases also mean "no". If they say they need help or they ask for help, of course, help them.

(ETA: Wheelchairs, walkers, motor scooters, canes, etc., are part of the physically disabled person. These things are how they move around. I meant this in the, "Don't touch THEM." kind of sense. Just thought I'd clarify real quick.)

Karen then pulled out her phone to take a picture with the disabled woman, despite her saying she didn't want to have pictures being taken of her. Karen POSTED IT ON HER SOCIAL MEDIA. The disabled woman says to Karen to leave her alone, stop worrying about her, and that she doesn't need any help.

In the store, the disabled woman is just getting some groceries...like anyone else would. She gets her reaching tool out to grab an item off the top shelf behind Karen, who makes a tasteless joke about how she should give her a speeding ticket. The disabled woman makes a remark that her legs may not work, but her eyes do. She grabs a bottle of blue cheese dressing off the top shelf with her reaching tool, which Karen grabs for her without asking.

Karen crouches down to talk to the disabled woman, which makes the woman understandably uncomfortable. The woman tries to put her groceries on the counter to pay for them, which Karen butts in YET AGAIN. The woman is obviously fed up at this point, rightfully so. Karen then offers to pay for this woman's groceries, which wasn't necessary whatsoever. Why? Because she "felt bad" for her and has the assumption that disabled people "don't have a lot of money". She also asked the disabled woman what happened for her to be in a wheelchair, which is something that I've only heard of CHILDREN asking. (That's none of your business, by the way. It's up to that person to tell you.)

Listen, disabled people don't need to be pitied. They're disabled. It is what it is. Being disabled isn't a disease, so please stop treating it like it is. As far as disabled people not having a lot of money, that's not exactly true for every aspect of life. They're not allowed to have any more than $2,000 in assets each month along with their benefits. They do have money, and the amount all depends on the person. You cannot just bunch up all disabled people's income as the same. Some disabled people don't have SSI. If they get married, their income gets even lower or they lose benefits completely, which is extremely fucked up and makes them more vulnerable to being exploited, abused, and controlled. Marriage equality STILL doesn't exist because disabled people are STILL not being treated as equals in marriages. Some places only pay disabled employees like $3.34 an hour or something crazy like that (that's how much Goodwill pays disabled employees, by the way). The working conditions for disabled people NEED to change. Give them a livable wage. You CANNOT live off of $3.34 an hour. Make companies give necessary, legal accommodations to disabled people. They have a right to their assets and to keep them, regardless of whether they get married or not. Why would you reduce that or take that away from them? Do you even know what their benefits go towards? THEM BEING ABLE TO LIVE, IN LAYMAN'S TERMS. All in all, help make the world a better place for disabled people. (Edited for new information.)

She pulls out her phone AGAIN to take pictures with the disabled woman, who puts her hand up to the phone and says she doesn't want to have pictures being taken of her. Karen then says that she's "just trying to spread awareness"....disabled people aren't a disease. They're not a danger to you. All disabled people ask for is to be accepted, treated like everyone else, and to have accommodations readily available for them. People are already aware of the existence of disabled people.

The disabled woman is clearly very fed up and wants to get back to her truck and go to wherever she needs to be, Karen goes out to confront her "for being rude", and the disabled woman confronts Karen for being extremely rude to her and stomping all over her boundaries. This woman was VERY polite too. Actually, WAY too polite. A lot of people in the comments section seemed to misunderstand her justified anger and wrote it off as her being a bitch. If you were a disabled person who's completely independent, you had some stranger randomly come up to you to ask twenty questions, they were constantly harassing you, touching you without your consent, shoving their phone or camera in your face to take pictures of you even when you told them you weren't okay with that, belittled you, and boiled you down to your disability, YOU'D BE PISSED TOO.

This woman tells Karen to not assume that disabled people all are completely helpless and can't do anything for themselves, that she's more than her disability, and to respect people. Karen apologizes (finally) and briefly explains that she thought she was trying to do a good deed. The woman says that she knows people have good intentions, but they again, shouldn't assume that all disabled people need their help. Especially when they don't ask for it. Plot twist: she owns her own company and is rich! (There are/have been rich disabled people; however, I can only name a few off the top of my head.)

Only then does Karen FINALLY decide to delete the picture she posted of this woman that she took without her consent. And it ends there.

(Context: The disabled woman told Karen that she didn't need her to push her....and yet Karen tries to anyway.)

This isn't okay. Karen should have left this woman alone after she told Karen to do so.

Taking pictures of people, despite them telling you that they don't want to take pictures, and posting them on social media without their consent for clout! What's that called again? Hmmmm....I know! EXPLOITATION! And being an extremely disrespectful sack of shit.

Again....if they say "no" or anything else along those lines, IT MEANS NO.

Onto my response. Again, like usual, it's a long response.

This is pretty much what I've said earlier...but like, seriously. If you want to help disabled people, THAT'S GREAT! You can try getting a job at a place that helps disabled people! You can volunteer!

Just....don't be like Karen in this video. Enough said. I don't think I need to elaborate further on that.

[waywardfangirl]

I was incredibly fortunate to get to write for the wonderful @fight-surrender in the Carry On Secret Snowflake exchange, and she gave some of the best prompts I've seen. I ended up choosing to write a meet-cute (a meet-ugly, really) that takes place on the beach and centers around Simon's new fixation on the supposed dangers lurking below the waves.

I have to give a giant thank you to @foolofabookwyrm and @caitybuglove23 for being excellent betas, cheerleaders, and for helping me get the fic formatted and posted when my computer stopped working - you guys are the best! 💜💜💜

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Simon

 

I've always wanted to go to the beach. Growing up in care, I never had the opportunity to, but now that Penny and I are done with university and enjoying weekends without the threat of homework hanging over our heads, I finally can. Of course, we don't live close to the beach, so our day trip took some planning, but it gave me time to look up all the best places to eat, and it gave Penny time to watch every possible documentary about the ocean. I watched a lot of them with her, and while I know I probably won't see all of the tropical fish that swam across our TV screen, I'm still really excited to see the ocean. 

 

Unfortunately, I also happened to be in the room while Penny watched some show called “Predators from the Deep”, or something along those lines, so my excitement is also tinged with trepidation (or outright fear) of some of the things lurking under the waves.

“Sharks aren’t anything to worry about, Simon! They don’t want to attack you, and the likelihood of even seeing a shark here is extremely low.”

 

“It’s not the sharks I’m worried about, Pen! It’s all of the other stuff, all those little parasites, and the poisonous things, and the spiny ones.” The documentary was filled with shadowy shots of spiked balls and spotted tentacles just waiting to attack some unsuspecting wader.

 

“Don’t eat any of it then,” she replies, hardly even paying attention to me as she smooths out her blanket and sets up the umbrella.

 

“What?”

 

“You said you were worried about the poisonous things, so just don’t eat anything you find in the ocean.”

 

“They can hurt me even if I don’t eat them! What about that one octopus?”

 

“That was venomous, not poisonous, there’s a difference.” She squirts sunscreen into her palms and then slaps them lightly onto my cheeks, not allowing me time to squirm away.

 

“Whatever, venomous then, there are still things to be scared of in there!”

 

Penny ducks under the arm I have flung out to point at the ocean with, and grabs two waters from our cooler.

 

“You’ll be fine Simon, I promise.” She shoves a bottle into my hands. “Rub in your sun cream, and let’s walk by the edge of the water, alright? You’ll like it, we can find shells!” She starts off, picking her way through the sand and looking back only once to make sure that I’m following her.

 

It turns out that the water feels quite nice, even soothing. The sounds of the waves and the feel of cool water splashing my ankles combine to make me feel safe. They make me forget about the horrors lurking off-shore.

Penny has a handful of shells and has started handing me others to put in the pocket of my swim shorts. I’ve found a few shells of my own too, but I stopped paying such close attention to the ground about ten minutes ago, when I noticed a man about our own age playing in the waves with his younger siblings.

 

He has dark hair, originally falling around his face but now wet with seawater and slicked back to emphasize his widow’s peak. He’s still too far away for me to tell what color his eyes are, but as Penny and I walk closer I’m able to make out more of his facial expressions. He seems to be putting on sneers for show and occasionally gives bright smiles for the younger kids swarming him. He’s wearing one of those long-sleeved swim shirts, but it’s clinging tight to his body. He looks like he could be a footballer with all of the muscles I can see, even at this distance.

 

I’ve been trying not to stare too openly at him, but I can’t really help it - there’s just something about him that keeps drawing me in.It’s almost as if I’m under some sort of spell or thrall. Right now though, I’m extremely glad I’ve been so captivated by him, because I seem to be the only person on the beach who realizes the danger we’re all in.

 

Curling around the man’s left ankle are the tentacles of an octopus, surely about to stick its fangs into him and inject him with its venom (or whatever it is octopuses do to kill people).

 

"Octopus!" I yell. I’m at a loss for any other words, but I’m desperately trying to warn Penny as I sprint off to rescue him.

 

"Ooh, where?" She doesn't sound nearly concerned enough for the looming threat of death hanging over us all, but I'll talk to her about taking proper safety precautions later. Right now, I have to go save the life of the prettiest person I've ever seen.

 

"Octopus! Octopus!" I can't seem to make any other phrases come out of my mouth, but eventually the man looks up to see me barreling towards him, flailing my arms and yelling at the top of my lungs. He raises an eyebrow at me, staying far too calm considering the mortal peril he's in, and glances behind him to see who else I could possibly be talking to.

 

Unfortunately, that means he's not paying attention enough to sidestep me when the combination of my momentum and adrenalin send me toppling into him. We both splash down into the small waves lapping at the sand and I scramble to extricate myself from his long limbs as quickly as possible, crawling down to examine his ankles and prepared to risk my own life if I have to pull the octopus off of him.

 

"What are you doing? " His voice is lovely and posh, the vowels round and smooth and expensive.

 

"Saving your life, mate, you're welcome by the way," I grunt as I make another unsuccessful grab for the tentacles.

 

"From what? All you've done so far is endanger me, pushing me down and holding me in the water." He pauses. "If this is your attempt at murder by drowning, I think I pity you. First, you caused a scene by yelling the whole way down the beach before you assaulted me, and now you're not even bothering to hold my head under this truly pathetic amount of water. You're an absolute disaster."

 

"I told you—" (why are these tentacles so hard to grab,) "I'm not trying to kill you, I'm trying to save you."

 

"Save me from what, exactly?"

 

Ha! I've got you now, evil cephalopod!

 

"This!"

 

I hold the octopus up in triumph, feeling the water drip onto my sodden hair.

 

"From… a clump of seaweed?"

 

"What? No. No, it's an octopus."

 

Slowly, I lower the mass in my hand down to eye level, and immediately I feel my cheeks flame in embarrassment.

 

"Oh. Right. Sorry, then."

 

I try to push back from him and stand up, but my hand won't release the seaweed (it really did look like an octopus!). When I try to move a wave hits me, washing the sand out from under my foot and making me flounder for a few moments, only compounding my embarrassment. When I finally look up at the man I accidentally assaulted, he seems entirely unbothered by anything. He's lounging back on his elbows, somehow managing to look down his nose at me even though I'm sitting up fully now, and it's simply unfair how defined his abs are, even under his shirt.

 

"Do you make a habit of doing things like this?"

 

His eyes are too intense for me to look at any longer, they're a grey color that seems to be shifting to reflect the ocean behind me, and I have to busy myself with peeling the green fronds of seaweed away from my fingers.

 

"Like what?"

 

"Attacking strangers or playing the hero, take your pick."

 

"Sorry. I thought it was an octopus and I didn't want you to die," I mumble. This prick should be grateful, where does he get off being so smug anyway?

 

"Why on earth would I have died from an octopus touching me?"

 

"Because they're one of the most deadly creatures on earth!"

 

"What? No they're not. Not the ones around here, anyway. The blue ringed octopus is incredibly deadly, but it lives in the Pacific Ocean."

 

"But, couldn't they-"

 

He levels me with a look that could probably set me on fire.

 

"Mordelia!" One of the children comes running over from where they fled when I tackled their brother. She looks to be about twelve or thirteen, and while she isn't quite as dark and villainous looking as her brother she still has his same air of superiority. "Does this gentleman need to be worried about being attacked, maimed, or killed by any octopuses while swimming today?"

 

This kid - Mordelia, I guess - levels me with the most condescending look I have ever seen, and just scoffs . Actually scoffs at me, like I'm an imbecile. (Although, I still have seaweed stuck to me, so she may be onto something there.)

 

"No. Most accounts of cephalopod attacks can't be proven, and the few that have been entirely substantiated occurred in vastly different habitats or under circumstances that this beach couldn't support."

 

With that, she turns and runs back to the rest of her family, leaving me with only a parting eye roll.

 

"She's going through a marine biology phase."

 

It's the first thing the dark haired man has said to me in a casual manner, and I startle a bit. 

 

"Did you also have a marine biology phase?"

 

I think my question catches him off-guard, and I smirk.

 

"Perhaps," he answers after a beat. "But Mordelia's has been going on for three years now, so we think it may actually stick. Mine dried up after only a few months."

 

He smiles at me for the first time since I knocked him over, and it's almost painful how handsome he is, sprawled out elegantly on the beach like he's in an ad for expensive watches or cologne or something, and I can't believe I tackled him because of some stupid seaweed.

 

"I had a dinosaur phase," I confess, smiling back at him.

 

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I reach down to help him up, and I'm shocked at how cold his fingers are, and how much I want to warm them up in my own. It's too bad I made such a horrible first impression, I would otherwise be sorely tempted to ask him out on a date. "What's your name, by the way? You've already attacked me, had we been in cars we would have exchanged names and proofs of insurance by now."

 

I’m such a mess. I didn't even think to ask what his name was.

 

"Simon. I'm Simon."

 

I go to shake his hand, and then realize that we're still holding hands, and I feel my cheeks grow redder still.

 

"Hello Simon, I'm Baz. It's nice to meet you, although the next time we meet I sincerely hope you can refrain from throwing yourself quite so bodily at me before we've even said hello."

 

"Yeah, umm, I'm sorry, really, I-" My brain catches up with my mouth. "Wait, did you say next time? "

 

His mouth curls up into a grin, and he gives my hand a squeeze as I try to figure out how I messed up so badly and things still worked out so well.

 

"Of course. For our first date, perhaps we can go to the aquarium and you can see what an octopus really looks like."

[it-sounded-good]

From star(er) to finish, my first attempt at making sourdough. As you can see, it didn't go...great. Paul Hollywood would be ashamed.

My love for sourdough bread knows no bounds, and I've always wanted to try to make my very own. After years of being too intimated and putting it off, I finally tried making my first sourdough starter about two weeks ago. The recipe called for a little flour, a little water, and a bit of yeast, followed by not touching it for 4 days. That was the easy part. The hard part was uncovering it after Day 4 and seeing that the solids and liquids had separated and it smelled like actual vomit. So, naturally, I chucked it and started over.

Attempt #2 was with Alton Brown's sourdough starter. He has never led me astray before, so why would he start now? This time, it was just equal parts water and flour, and a few days worth of patience. Simple, right? I checked on the starter on Day 3, and just like the recipe said, it had grown a crust. I peeled that back, and added more water and flour. I did this every day for a week, until today when I tried my hand at the actual bread-making.

The bread recipe seemed straightforward enough. And after many many years of reading and following recipes, I should know how to follow directions by now. The first thing that tripped me up was the sheer amount of waiting time it takes for sourdough bread to rise. Without added yeast, the minimum is 3 hours, and can be up to 12. Looking back, I should have waited the full 12.

I let it "rise" for about 6 hours before getting impatient. And hungry.

I continued with the rest of the directions, conveniently passing over phrases like "the dough should be doubled" "let it rest for two more hours" "it'll be soft to the touch". I popped that sucker in the oven and waited for the tiny elves who live in there to work their magic. Guess the elves were off today (federal holiday, and all.)

The loaf that emerged from the oven looked almost exactly (perhaps slightly darker) like the loaf that went in. Slicing into it revealed why: it was still pretty raw.

So, a couple lessons with this one. #1: patience. You've gotta wait for the dough to do it's thing. You can't rush it, because otherwise it just won't work. #2: directions. You've gotta follow them. Seriously. You have a bachelor's degree in English, reading should not be this hard. And #3: the first one always sucks. That's just the way it is. You think Mozart just started out amazing? Well, maybe that's a bad example...

[arizaluca]

Oh oh! If you're doin stuff from that prompt list #1, what about "I've never done this before" with Xara and one of the main cast? (Petra, Jesse, Lukas, Radar, heck even Nurm or Jack). It'd be cool to see Xara reconnecting with actual people and relearning friendship in her own way :)

“I’ve never done this before.”

Jesse looked up, blinking almost owlishly at Xara from where they’re sitting on the other side of the kitchen table that is a little dusty.

Well, that is usually a little dusty. Romeo and Xara have made their usual monthly stop in Beacontown to buy materials and figure stuff out and all that, so Jesse invited them over for breakfast. Xara being Xara, she woke up early and found Jesse already up drinking some coffee and reading the newspaper.

“Done what?”

“Read a newspaper–”

Jesse looked up a little more, quirking their eyebrow in confusion. “You’ve never read a newspaper before?”

“I wasn’t finished.” Xara shot Jesse a pointed look, the much shorter hero ducking their head a little sheepishly and giving her a rather awkward grin. Once they’d subsided, she continued, “As I was saying, I’ve never read a newspaper with so much… gossip in it.” 

The purple-haired woman turned to stare at the newspaper. “Especially with gossip about people I know.”

Instantly, Jesse’s usually-innocent expression turns into a devilish grin. “Oh, you get used to it, especially from The Daily Sunshine. They write the weirdest things.”

As if on cue, Lukas walked into the room, the blonde author running his hand through his hair and making it a little more disheveled. One hand was precariously balancing a cup of coffee, while the other was cradling a notebook in the crook of his elbow and the hand was holding a copy of the Daily Sunshine.

“Jesse, I just thought I’d let you know we’re getting a divorce.”

Jesse hummed absentmindedly as Xara proceeded to choke on her coffee, throat trying to force it out of her mouth but hand trying to keep it in. The result was that a good amount of the dark liquid ended up in her lap. 

“Is it ‘cause I’m kissing Petra?” Jesse asked casually, turning the page of the newspaper and scanning it.

Lukas read a little deeper into the article. “No, it’s because I’m kissing Petra.”

“Could you kindly let me have my affairs in peace, Lukas?” Jesse asked mildly, before tapping an article on the first page. “Xara, look, there’s a little one about you; apparently you’re plotting world domination.”

Xara blinked at Jesse.

“Are… are you not concerned about these articles?” Xara glanced down at the one that claimed that Jesse and Lukas were getting a divorce. “I mean, getting people to believe that you two are getting divorced, let alone that you two are married…”

Jesse smirked. “Xara, these articles have been running for two months. They posted a tiny article in one issue saying that it was just a joke newspaper. The people who actually believe the stories are a major minority.” 

A short pause.

“Wow, I just made an oxymoron.”

The smirk turned into an eager grin. “C’mon, read the one where you’re plotting world domination, it’s really funny.”

Xara turned her gaze to the mentioned article. A low chuckle exited her mouth when she realized exactly how silly the article was. “Alright, you’re right.”

“I’m surprised we didn’t divorce initially with that affair you had with Stella,” Lukas remarked absentmindedly, setting his coffee down and sliding into the seat on Xara’s right. He opened his notebook and started making little notes in the margins.

Jesse grinned. “Yeah, Stella thought that was super funny, if the way she nearly laughed her head off when she came to tell me about it was any indication. I think the reason we didn’t divorce was ‘cause you had that showdown with her for my hand or whatnot.”

“The one I was totally unaware of until you came to me laughing so hard you nearly choked, yes,” Lukas agreed mildly.

Radar stuck his head through the door, beaming at Jesse and holding onto a huge planning book that details all plans and schedules for the next five months down to the last little detail. Sometimes Xara wondered how exactly he managed to keep all of that straight. “Good morning, Jesse! Did you see that article in the Daily Sunshine about Petra?”

“What, the one where she and I are having an affair?”

Xara flipped the page, fighting down the urge to grin like a total idiot at the article titled ‘Intern-al Affairs’, complete with a picture of Jesse and Radar standing together looking for all intents and purposes as if they were on a date. Honestly, at this point Xara was starting to wonder how the newspaper got some of these pictures.

“No, the one where Petra was revealed to be a werewolf.” Radar said that so mildly that if you weren’t paying attention to what he’d been saying you would’ve thought he was making an absentminded comment about the weather.

"Oh, no, that one must be later in, then…” Jesse started flipping through the pages, eyes flicking through the pages as they tried to track down that one article. “I mean, Lukas and I’ve got good taste in monsters, then.”

Lukas shrugged slightly, making a few marks in his notebook as he noted that down. “Yeah, you could do a whole lot worse. We could be having an affair with the Ad- Romeo.”

Xara was in the middle of taking a new sip of coffee when he said this. She promptly turned her head to the right, burying her head into her elbow and doing a spit-take because good Notch she was now cackling like a maniac. 

“Actually, last week there was an article where Olivia was dating Romeo,” she managed, when she no longer had coffee up her nose. 

It was a good thing she hadn’t changed yet.

Lukas slammed down the coffee cup and swiped his notebook out of the way at the same time, slopping some hot-but-not-scalding coffee all over the kitchen table while also keeping the precious notebook safe. He’d now started laughing like a maniac. “What?!”

“Yeah, it was all over the front page. Surprised you didn’t see,” Jesse said mildly, turning the page and still looking for the one where Petra was a werewolf. “We sent it to Xara.”

Xara gave a grin that quickly turned predatory. “Romeo turned a lovely shade of red when he saw that article.” She doesn’t mention that she had to walk around a building and laugh like a mad scientist for twelve minutes upon reading the article.

Jesse turned the page, and their eyebrow immediately shot up. They looked at Xara and wordlessly turned the paper around to show a picture of Petra sitting under the moon and looking…

Well, let’s put it this way, if Jesse was sexually attracted to people, they probably would’ve been tempted to jump in bed with Petra. Seriously, how did the Daily Sunshine get these pictures? If it was Photoshopped, then it was done phenomenally well.

“Well, I think I found it…" 

“Here, let me have a look.” Xara took the paper and scanned the article absentmindedly, noticing phrases like ‘lycanthrope’ and 'bloodthirsty, lust-driven monster’ but not really paying attention to the rest of the article. "Hm, they’ve got a good vocabulary.”

“Really? Usually they just have cliffhangers and bait people with the title,” Jesse said, looking interested and like they wanted the paper back.

Xara gave a mild hum, checking the article more carefully and handing it back to Jesse. “Well, then they have expanded their vocabulary.”

“Ooh, mind if I have a look?”

“Knock yourself out,” Jesse said mildly after giving the article a glance-over, handing the newspaper over to Lukas, before glancing up at Radar. “Any other articles of note, Radar?”

Xara lifted her coffee cup to take another sip– as of so far she’d spit out more than she’d actually consumed.

“Did you spot the article where you and I are having an affair?” Radar asked briskly, having started flipping through the schedule and checking the schedule for today. 

Xara set the cup back down, biting her lip and trying not to laugh. Romeo had teased her back before becoming an Admin– a long time ago about her laugh sounding like a very amused hyena’s.

Jesse repressed a huge laugh as Lukas nearly knocked his coffee over at that comment, barely saving the newspaper from being ruined beyond legibility. “Yes, I did, actually, though I didn’t read it. Anything else?”

“Mmm, there’s one where Mevia and Ivor are planning revenge and plotting to destroy the world…”

“How does that work? Mevia barely ever comes around,” Jesse said, mildly. Upon spotting Xara’s raised eyebrow, they clarified, “Um, Mevia’s this lady that we met in a different world. She’s really good at fighting, she can be super intense…”

Jesse paused.

“Actually, you might get along with her.”

Xara gave a huff of laughter. “I’m taking your word for this.”

"Not sure; I think they claimed that Ivor 'rescued’ her from that world; he’s now having an affair with her even though he’s married to Harper.”

“Ahh, there’s the affair. I was wondering about when it was going to show up.”

Lukas knocked over his cup of coffee.

Xara put her head in her hands, kneading the bridge of her nose and concealing the stupid grin spreading over her face– one that Fred would’ve gently poked fun at her for, one that Romeo had hugged her for once and then run away because ‘you looked so happy and it was super cute’, one that she was starting to wonder if she could show it to these kids because they were kids, they were children, they were wonderful and weird and silly and it was like being back in the cabin again.

She’d never done this before.

But she was certainly going to come back and do it again.

This is probably not what you wanted and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist xD

[asexual--junpei]

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ＨＥＹ ＲＴＺ， Ｉ’Ｍ ＴＲＹＩＮＧ ＴＯ ＬＥＡＲＮ ＴＯ ＰＬＡＹ ＲＩＫＩ． Ｉ ＪＵＳＴ ＨＡＶＥ Ａ ＱＵＥＳＴＩＯＮ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＴＨＥ ＳＫＩＬＬ ＢＵＩＬＤ： ＳＨＯＵＬＤ Ｉ ＭＡＸ ＢＡＣＫＳＴＡＢ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＢＡＣＫＳＴＡＢＢＥＤ ＥＧ， ＳＭＯＫＥＳＣＲＥＥＮ ＳＯ ＴＨＥＹ ＭＩＳＳ ＭＥ ＬＩＫＥ ＥＧ ＭＩＳＳ ＹＯＵ ７０％ ＯＦ ＴＨＥ ＴＩＭＥ， ＯＲ ＰＥＲＭＡＮＥＴ ＩＮＶＩＳＩＢＩＬＩＴＹ ＳＯ Ｉ ＣＯＵＬＤ ＤＩＳＡＰＰＥＡＲ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＤＩＳＡＰＰＥＡＲＥＤ ＦＲＯＭ ＥＧ

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My name is Artour Babaevsky. I grow up in smal farm to have make potatos. Father say "Artour, potato harvest is bad. Need you to have play professional Doto in Amerikanski for make money for head-scarf for babushka."I bring honor to komrade and babushka. Sorry for is not have English. Please no cyka pasta coperino pasterino liquidino throwerino.

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Hi, 4k player here who reported slahser. Slahser was our position 1 faceless void. He built a mek and had around 29 healing salves in his inventory. He would chrono both teams in the middle of a fight, salve his allies, pop mek, and proceeded to yell "SLAHSER'S WAY". We gave him position 1 farm so he could be a position 5.

Granted, his unorthodox build worked and carried us to victory but I still felt it deserved a report.

I owe my life to Arteezy. I got in a horrible car crash and i was in 6 month coma. The nurse switched to the Twitch channel to Arteezy's stream. I awoke from my coma and muted it.

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ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

(ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)ง ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴsᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪᴇsᴛ (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ As I ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴀs I ᴡᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ sᴜᴅᴏᴋᴜ, I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ Kʀɪᴘᴘ ᴘʟᴀʏ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟsᴛᴏɴᴇ... I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ Kʀɪᴘ ᴡᴀs Nᴏʟɪғᴇ... ɴᴏᴡ I ᴀᴍ Nᴏʟɪғᴇ...ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙʏᴇ ᴋʀɪᴘᴘ ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ

(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴅs (ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง ʏᴇᴀʜ sᴘᴀᴍ ɪᴛ! (ง •̀_•́)ง

(╭ರ_•́)\ Mr. Fors we politely ask for the program 'Plug-Dj" to be used in this live broadcast for alas we will stir up a ruckus (╭ರ_•́)

(̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ ɴᴀᴍᴇ's ᴅᴏɴɢ. ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴅᴏɴɢ (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง I have been training since before I was born, and today is the day. Today is the day I spam. (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽YOU CAME TO THE WRONG DONGERHOOD༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ YOU PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽ YOU COPERINO FRAPPUCCIONO PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽You either die a DONG, or live long enough to become the DONGER༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ YOU ARRIVED IN THE INCORRECT DONGERHOOD, SIR༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ clickty clack clickty clack with this chant I summon spam to the chat ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ

ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ. ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ .ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ

ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ I'M LOL FAN AND I HAVE DOWN SYNDROME ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

(ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง LET ME DEMONSTRATE DONGER DIPLOMACY (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง

(\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /) OUR DONGERS ARE RAZOR SHARP (\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /)

ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ RO RO RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽=ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿[} ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿^ Stop right there criminal scum! no one RIOTs on my watch. I'm confiscating your goods. now pay your fine, or it's off to jail. ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽ YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR BEING CASUAL. COME OUT WITH YOUR DONGERS RAISED ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽

(ง'̀-'́)ง ＤＯＮＧ ＯＲ ＤＩＥ (ง'̀-'́)ง

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ raise your dongers ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ VOICE OF AN ANGEL ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ LETS GET DONGERATED ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR BARNO ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ "I have a dong" ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ - Martin Luther King Jr.

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ OJ poured and candle lit, with this chant i summon Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

☑ OJ poured ☑ Candle lit ☑ Summoning the Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜O༽ﾉ ʀᴀɪs ᴜʀ ᴅᴀɢᴇʀᴏ ヽ༼ຈل͜___ຈ༽ﾉ

(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)งSuccubus release Kripp or taste our rage(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง

ノ(ಠ_ಠノ ) ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀs ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)

ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ HOIST THY DONGERS ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ Kripp you are kinda like my dad, except you're always there for me. ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ

█▄༼ຈل͜ຈ༽▄█ yeah i work out

༼ ºل͟º ༽ I AM A DONG ༼ ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༽ I DIDN'T CHOOSE THE DONGLIFE, THE DONGLIFE CHOSE ME ༼ ºل͟º༽

༼ ºل͟º༽ NO ONE CARED WHO I WAS UNTIL I PUT ON THE DONG ༼ ºل͟º༽

༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽ I AM SUPER DONG ༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽

┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐ SUCK MY DONGER ┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐

ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ FINALLY A REAL DONG ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ

<ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ>

ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉIS THAT A DONGER IN YOUR POCKET?ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉ

༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽ OPPA DONGER STYLE ༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽

( ° ͜ ʖ °) REGI OP ( ° ͜ ʖ °)

(̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ IM DONG,JAMES DONG (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

(ง⌐□ل͜□)ง WOULD YOU HIT A DONGER WITH GLASSES (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ CUDDLE UR DONGERS ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ) let me hold your donger for a while ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง MY RIGHT DONG IS ALOT STRONGER THAN MY LEFT ONE ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง

(✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ May the DONG be with you! ☚(ﾟヮﾟ☚)

(⌐■_■)=/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿̿̿ ̿ ̿̿ ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ Keep Your Dongers Where i Can See Them ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ DUDE̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ PLEASE NO COPY PASTERONI MACORONI DONGERIN

( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°) Mom always said my donger was big for my age ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)

Thats so cool! You should write a book or do a screen play

- mod santa

[commodorecliche]

sources on the whole chiropractic thing? I've had nothing but fantastic results w/ the right chiropractors. My joints and all are so bad my leg will end up an inch shorter than the other bc of how my pelvis gets out of place and they were able to fix it. w/ regular visits i could sit up straight without my arms going numb again??? there's never been any damage, how else am i supposed to treat these things. yoga? mindfulness exercises?????? genuinely curious

Terribly sorry you had to wait so long for me to get to this. Had to drive like 6 hours to another city for work and I just got to the hotel and ate so I can finally get to your ask. I’m gunna try and explain this as best I can - I’m very tired though, so bear with me. (Also, this got long, so buckle up.)

I’m going to start this by saying that I’m glad you’ve had a pleasant experience. I am quite glad for that. But I very much want to emphasize, right off the bat, a concept that is extremely important to remember when it comes to science, medicine, and medical treatment: 

The plural of anecdote is not data. 

All that phrase means is that you having a good experience or even benefiting from the treatment is just an anecdote, and anecdotes do not equate to scientifically valid data about the efficacy (effectiveness) of the treatment. A shit ton of people have anecdotally had great experiences with snake oil treatments! But the science has shown that snake oil isn’t an effective treatment for…anything. Just because Joe Blow has had a great experience with snake oil, and it cured all his ailments, doesn’t mean snake oil is actually beneficial. The same can be said about chiropractic treatments (I won’t call them medicine, btw). 

Just because patients are happy doesn’t mean the treatment is actually making them better. Satisfaction doesn’t equate to effectiveness of treatment. Please, please remember that when approaching and considering any kind of treatment. 

(Also, without knowing your actual condition, or the type of treatment your chiro is giving you, I can’t actually respond to your question of how else you should be treating it. You could be receiving literally any number of treatments from your chiro as they do not actually have many standards of care - you could be receiving spinal adjustments, you could be receiving massage therapy, you could be receiving ballistic stretching, etc… (Massage and ballistic stretching, by the way, are elements of physical therapy and not chiropractic practice. Physical therapy is a legitimate practice with verified results in patient improvement. Many chiropractors actually practice physical therapy, rather than chiropractic care, and many who claim good results from chiropractors have actually just received physical therapy rather than chiropractic treatment. It’s an important distinction to make.))

You want sources? Google is a thing, if you’re ever curious. I’m not saying that sarcastically either - because all it would take is a quick google search and you’d find all the information you want. There is literally an abundance of sources on the controversies and scientific criticisms of chiropractic treatment. There is an entire wikipedia page about it because chiropractic care is so hotly contested by most people in the scientific community. There is so much unfounded nonsense in chiropractic doctrine that I’m not even going to cover it all here, I’m going to let you do some reading on your own as well. 

But it’s important to note that the entire core of chiropractic doctrine (that of the chiropractic vertebral subluxation/misalignments that cause bodily disease and require spinal adjustments) is not based in sound, solid science. The crux of chiropractors’ practice is unfounded and unscientific. 

The core treatment of spinal manipulation has not been shown to be an effective treatment of really…anything… Especially not random bodily diseases. 

However, I will note that there is a very small amount of lukewarm evidence that SMT might be an okay-ish treatment for low back pain BUT this is really the only area where effectiveness has even been moderately shown, and the effectiveness is…. faint, to say the least. Manipulation therapy has also been repeatedly shown to be no better than other treatments - and studying it is limited, and placebo effect cannot be ruled out most of the time. To quote one of the sources I link below: the overall scientific consensus about the effectiveness of manipulation therapy (for low back, not getting to the neck yet, I’ll talk about that later) is that it’s: “…meh…”

Note: orthopedic subluxations, IE dislocation or displacement of bones, are not the same as the ‘subluxations’ found in chiropractic dogma - chiropractic dogma has actually caused a lot of confusion about the term. But orthopedic subluxations are legitimate dislocations and can happen in the spine (or any bones in the body) - but they typically require surgery to repair (which is actually my field), and cannot be manually, externally repositioned, which is what chiropractors claim to do with external spinal manipulation. The entire concept of chiropractic subluxations is that your bones just kind of wiggle out of place sometimes and make it so that your nerves can’t properly supply your organs (which is a nonsense statement to begin with), leading to organic diseases of the body - there is no evidence of this, these theories have been tested, and have been disproven in properly controlled studies, and the entire doctrine runs contrary to what we actually know about orthopedic anatomy. 

But enough about the basic shit, let’s get into the serious quackery, because chiropractic doctrine, and chiropractors, are full of it. 

Neck Adjustments and the Inherent Risk of Them: Cervical neck adjustments are one of the most common treatments you can get from a chiropractor, they also have serious risk. To sum it up briefly:  in your neck, there are vertebrobasilar arteries that perfuse blood to the brain. Adjustment of the cervical spine poses a risk of injuring those arteries, leading to stroke, brain damage, or even death. And there are documented cases of this following neck adjustments.

The “cure-all” claim of chiropractic: This is something that goes back to the core doctrine behind chiropractic care. The core doctrine is that spinal misalignments lead to fucked up nerves and that fucked up nerves can cause literally any and every organic disease you can think of from typhoid fever to asthma to deafness to fucking cancer. You would be hard pressed to find a disease chiropractors claim they can’t cure with spinal manipulation - the founder, DD Palmer, even insists he cured a friend’s deafness by adjusting him. 

It should be noted, however, that chiropractors today are actually quite divided on this. Many more progressive chiropractors (who I applaud), who are seeking to actually legitimize their field with good science, are trying to move away from this doctrine. And perhaps, if chiropractic as a whole would abandon this notion, their core doctrine of unscientific “subluxations” and their supposed effects, chiropractic care could become a more valid treatment option. But as it stands right now, chiropractic as a whole is riddled with this nonsense.

Adjustment of children, and even newborn babies. Many chiropractors insist (because this is what they teach in chiropractor school, by the way) that everyone is born misaligned and that both children and infants need to be adjusted. Infants whose spines are literally not even developed yet. Spinal manipulation of children and infants is irresponsible at best, and dangerous, even deadly, at worst. 

My own grandfather is a chiropractor and would frequently give me adjustments when I was a kid, prior to my knowledge of the care, or my knowledge of the risks. Irresponsible, and I’m still not happy with him about that. 

Exposure to unnecessary radiation: Chiropractors frequently use and overuse xray even when the patient has complaints that would not warrant radiological exams. Use of radiology is especially concerning given that chiropractic subluxations (if they were legitimate, which again, there is no evidence for them) would not be detectable by xrays. Unnecessary exposure to radiation is harmful to the patient and increases cancer risks for the patient. Overuse of xray can actively harm patients, and chiropractors are pretty notorious for doing so. 

The salesman model of continuous treatment: Most chiropractors operate on a “repeated treatment” model. Your ask actually mentions that as well - that with regular, continued treatments, you can manage your symptoms. Again, I don’t know your condition, and I don’t know exactly what treatments you are receiving from your chiro. But the majority of chiropractors operate on a basis of continuous treatment to ‘manage symptoms’ but not to actually improve the disorder. Go to any chiropractor and they will tell you that even healthy people should regularly be adjusted. It’s a business model: deal with the symptom, but not the root cause, ensure continuous treatment. (Not that they could actually fix the root cause it in the first place, but my point remains.) 

Chiropractors have historically been anti-vaccine, and many continue to be anti-vax today. Likely because the primary doctrine of chiropractic medicine that I went over earlier states that all disease is caused by spinal misalignments - and since chiropractors believe that diseases trace back to spinal issues, vaccines to them are unnecessary. American Chiropractic Associations still push anti-vax messages.

DD Palmer - the “inventor” of chiropractic - was an absolute loon

The long and short of this is that chiropractic care has not been shown to be an objectively effective treatment. People’s personal anecdotes about the benefits do not equate to evidence of effective treatment. Chiropractors’ methods and treatments often run against modern science and against the treatment doctrine of “Do No Harm”. And unlike other medical practitioners, chiropractors often do not disclose the inherent harm the treatment can cause like stroke, death, etc… Chiropractic is riddled with bullshit, pseudoscience, and quackery. And until it abandons some of its unfounded, nonsensical core doctrines, it likely won’t progress or legitimize itself as an effective form of physical therapy. 

And to add - yes, you’ll find plenty of healthcare professionals (docs, nurses, etc…) here in the US who are uninformed of just how much bullshit there is to chiropractic care, which was the inspiration for my original post on this matter. 

Sources below:

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Honestly, these are just a few sources - and the reason I chose them was for their thoroughness and the fact that many have additional sources and research within them. But you can google for yourself and find plenty more if you’re interested in it. 

This was long, but I hope this explained everything okay for you.