last year's feature on global population trends now in the open archives.
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i once had an anti tell me to stop sexualizing their trauma on a story i wrote that was a word for word retelling of my own actual trauma but with names changed and its been 2 years and i still cant stop thinking about that
Ah, yeah... Unfortunately a non-insignificant number of antishippers seem to genuinely believe they own the concept of trauma, so any story they read that they believe to be portrayed in a romanticized or sexualized light therefore must be romanticizing/sexualizing their trauma specifically.
I couldn't tell you the amount of times I've gotten the "stop sexualizing my trauma!!!!!!" or adjacent comments from antishippers that universally garner a response that basically boils down to
Like, bitch! I'm talking about my trauma! I literally did not even know you existed until you fucking commented!
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When I find it hard to do certain things, I like to pretend I am a neanderthal living in a cave with my clan, and I must do The Thing in order to survive.
So, when I'm doing cardio at the gym, I'm actually chasing and tracking a mammoth, and when I need to cook, well, I'm not cooking on a stove top, I am hurdled over the first fire and watching the fat of our kill drip down onto the burning wood. And when I find it hard to crochet, I pretend that the first winter storm is coming and our clan needs me to make blankets to hurdle under and that I must contribute.
I hope whatever you do to do The Things will help. It is a uniquely personable trait to motivate yourself through pretend and stories. That's what makes this life interesting - that's what makes you feel larger than yourself 💛
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On This Day, only one year ago: the human population of earth hit 8,000,000,000. You hit 4,000,000,000 in 1974, so maybe take it a little easy, yeah? Put a rubber on it
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So lately everywhere I go, be it online or in public, there's small children. I can't imagine working all day and then coming home to that, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. Autism and ADHD along with a SEVERE case of misophonia would never let me do it. On one hand I don't mind fantasizing about having a kid. A quiet kid that mostly behaves, isn't too messy, and isn't fucking screaming all the time. The sad thing is, there isn't a single real child like that that actually exists. I fucking hate kids so much. Not only kids, but breeders themselves as well. And yes, I do mean breeders. Because a PARENT actually PARENTS the child. A breeder just has a kid and lets it do whatever it wants. People who take their kids to restaurants? Breeders. People who take their kids to weddings, funerals, etc? Breeders. People who let their kids scream as loud as they want for as long as they like? BREEDERS. If I go to a restaurant and see someone taking a high chair to a nearby table, I leave immediately. I can't fucking do it. Kids are disgusting and loud, my anxiety and sensory issues make them an immediate nope. I can't stand them. And yet when people say they're childfree, they're the selfish ones? Don't make me laugh. If anything, childfree people have consideration for not only others but themselves as well. They don't drive themselves into depression, exhaustion, and bankruptcy.
I'm SO TIRED of people asking me about children. That's why I'm posting this. I get questions from people in my life asking me 'when are you going to have children' 'do you want children'
It's because I'm literally afraid of children. They're too loud, too gross, too high energy, too high maintenance, TOO MUCH. Breeders thinking their kid can just go anywhere they like to do whatever they want with absolutely NO discipline or restraint is a new level of selfish and it's ruined so many experiences that would have been great without the screaming uterine discharge coughing uncovered everywhere. I fucking hate children. Ignore this post, block me if you want, but if you try to interact with me in favour of breeders or failed birth control, you've already lost your battle.
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Going to forever keep advertising my shit with tropes because do I have to? No. Am I too "stupid" to do it another way? No, not really. And as you've all seen, I also am perfectly capable of writing real blurbs and do write real blurbs. But I think it's fun to make the pic with the tropes anyway and have that around too. And also it keeps the pretentious people away. The sort who don't understand reading is not always for taking a "discomfort" vitamin because they A) are privileged enough to not have discomfort every day of their life to need to escape from or B) are fresh out of college and haven't discovered the joys of/have been shamed OUT of reading as a fun low pressure thing they can do to escape when they're fucking tired (and they think this sort of thing is new with fanfic and not more or less how "trash" lit like romance novels are marketed), as opposed to reading as some sort of Moral Duty To Be Deep that was instilled in them by a middle aged straight white English professor who thinks one can fulfill this by writing 10 pages about books where people scream at each other, have affairs with young women, or Make Up A Guy to warn people about things that Could Happen (that *cough* already happen to marginalized people *cough*) Anyway it's my version of a scarecrow. Firing shots to keep the rent low. Come take a seat next to me in the dumpster my fellow raccoons.
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It's me and my niche hyper-fixations and my 9 hrs of sleep against this world.
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Sun kissed every single day and so am I also in the club of touch deprived...
Random Xpressions
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anyway our CNS & brains are pretty complex, like we've barely figured out getting people with partial spinal cord damage back driving their own bodies + when we do it's still a roll of the dice & the processes are not all well understood... encephalitis can caused locked-in-ness like with sleeping sicknesses, akinetic mutism, etc where the body itself is not physically incapable of movement & action, but nothing is out there that jumps in and takes over from a driver who's paralyzed or asleep at the wheel... that's not actually a thing, it's fun speculative fiction but not representative of reality— so really, no worries lol
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first off, I came here because I have overthinking-abo-worldbuilding brainrot, and stayed for the incredibly good takes! thank you for fighting in the trenches of abo discourse. second, might I inquire of your pronouns?
she/her
hey i'm glad you like the jumble sale chic series and are here to have fun with the world building. it's kind of wild that no one really worldbuilds abo because it's so fucking insane of a premise that it's really the most fertile ground for world building. like, superpowers are relatively small wrench to throw in the works of our universe and get a different outcome. it's the fucking weird worlds like abo that have the most opportunity to develop.
i occasionally lurk on TikTok and i'm obsessed with the weird little TikTok acting stories. like what do you mean the government has started manually limiting how much you can blink in a day. how. why is blinking suddenly a limited resource. why do you fucking die if you run out of blinks. is the distribution truly random or is this a tool for eugenics. why has no one overthrown these worlds and also why does every public school in these acting stories have the unfettered ability to violate the fourth amendment. i want to crack open these worlds like a walnut and crawl in their corpse
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