I remember so many of my friends (myself included) lied about our age so we could open up pa/yp/al accounts and start taking commissions to save up money so we could leave our abusive homes. that was fucked. none of us should've had to do that. but there's no efficient, safe way for kids to self-report abuse and actually have action taken in a way that doesn't automatically subject them to immediate retaliation, incarceration, or otherwise further the abuse they experience. they're fucking helpless.
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I lost one of my chickens :( she was caught and carried away by a fox... I’ve been growing complacent about my chickens’ safety I think because we’ve only had one other attack before, a goshawk that swooped in abruptly (unsuccessfully), but no fox sightings nearby so I’ve been assuming Pandolf was a great deterrent. Which he is, just not foolproof. I’ve talked to some people in town about this and they were pretty philosophical about foxes stealing chickens, like “it’s the tribute we pay to woodland animals, it’s just a few hens here and there.” I don’t begrudge the fox for being a fox, if anything I have a renewed respect for foxes because everyone I talked to proceeded to give me their best / worst fox stories, and most of them involved foxes outsmarting humans (learning people’s habits / timetables, opening latches, faking a limp...) Still I feel terrible for my hen, she was only three. RIP Cordy :( You’ll be remembered fondly... (except by the cats.) I feel bad for the other hen too, who just lost her pal!
When I said that last thing, one of my neighbours jumped on the opportunity to try and convince me again to accept a rooster from him. He had a rooster baby boom last summer and I’ve been telling him for months that I don’t need a rooster, I don’t want to raise chickens I just want eggs, and his new argument was that a rooster would protect my hen (or if it comes to that, would heroically sacrifice himself rather than let the hen be eaten—I’m sceptical...) I asked around for a young hen but there aren’t any to be had in this season, so my remaining one is going to be alone until the spring, and my neighbour said she’d get stressed and male company is better than no company. (I wish I could ask my hen what she wants! Maybe she’s penning A Coop Of One’s Own as we speak.) I said the rooster was more likely to stress her out and harass her and he said nah they’re free ranging all day, it’ll be fine, and he’s young so your adult hen will boss him around. I was like, but then will he be any good at protecting her? etc. etc. and after a while I caved in.
When I told her about this on the phone my mum sighed “you’re terrible at saying no”—excuse me, I said no so many times and the guy just kept ploughing on until he could foist a rooster upon me. I’m good at saying no, other people are terrible at hearing it! I reassured her that I had only agreed to take the rooster for a short probationary period, and if he bothers my hen too much I’ll drive him back to his native farm. My mum was like “Drive him back? look I’m sorry I raised you as a city kid but there’s no need to waste gas on driving a rooster around, I’ll have no qualms about wringing his neck for dinner if he’s more trouble than he’s worth.” The rooster’s fate is not sealed though, if he is anywhere from vaguely useful to not actively problematic I’ll keep him, so we’ll see...!
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I will preface this by saying that I am doing better now and am no longer in any immediate danger, but a few days ago I was in genuinely a sort of dangerous place where I was barely eating any food and what I was eating wasn't always staying down. Nausea meds and cannabis have helped a lot with that, but in the early days, the doc was threatening me with the emergency room if I couldn't keep more fluids in me.
I think I really must have seemed extremely sick because my parents, who love me dearly, were kind of at the point where any time anything sounded remotely good to me, they were like YES, WE HAVE THAT and they would get it for me.
So I would ask for couscous at 3 am (because we all go to bed stupid late here) and be sitting in bed like a tiny imperious princess and my beloved father would be like
and anyway I might've gone mad with power, a bit.
Like he straight-up made me cornbread earlier. :')
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Reasons to be a Charles fan (even though you must be willing to suffer a lot, especially on Sundays):
Grateful and respectful: his helmet featuring the names of the team members - as he never forgets he can only do what he does with the help of everyone, and he puts the team first.
Polite and considerate: taking the time during FP3 to acknowledge the work done to fix the bump on track because he didn't want to forget to tell the team later, and making the effort to switch languages when addressing Fred on team radio.
Patient and appreciative: stopping for every fan who wants a picture or autograph and right before quali, crouching on the ground to sign a helmet for a young fan, even adding the boy's name for him.
Persistent and brilliant: never giving up to fight for a better lap and eventually putting together an incredible quali lap worthy of P2, when at one point he was close to not even making it to Q3!
Honest and humble: admitting he couldn't really have improved more and wishing for Carlos to do well tomorrow so they can bring home P2 in the WCC for Ferrari.
I'm sure I can list more, but these are just moments that stood out for me from today.
Abu Dhabi Grand Prix Qualifying Day | 25 November 2023
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