#for free food if nothing else

[vamptastic]

wish i didn't stop going to temple regularly this past year because i have been thinking a lot about the holocaust leading up to my senior trip (we are going to dachau for a day and i am very worried what my some of my very very sheltered, christian, white, preppy classmates will say afterwards).

i have talked about it with my mom a bit but she's very stressed right now with her college class and i don't want to be dumping all that on her every day. but my dad grew up catholic and is still in the process of converting, and idk hes just not as involved in jewish identity and doesn't see judaism as a ethnicity/race the same way me and my mom do, so i don't know if he can fully understand the kind of grief im trying to process right now.

i think mostly i am having a more difficult time grappling with the reality of what happened right now because i have not spent nearly as much time with jewish elders and so it's easy to forget that we're still very alive and that people survived and not all was lost.

there are just so many little things i hear that make me so angry and sad and disbelieving about the massive massive hatred and disregard for human life. there was this one anecdote i heard, where josef mengele was searching for an assistant, and out of the lineup of new auschwitz inmates he asked who was a doctor, and 50 or so people raised their hands, then he asked for a forensic pathologist, 5 hands, then one who had trained at a specific university, one man left, who was forced to perform an autopsy on a decayed, gangrenous corpse in front of him to prove his aptitude and was then essentially his slave until the camp was liberated.

and the story of that individual man is horrible, obviously, but what really struck me was the other 49 doctors who were just. killed. 49 doctors. Forty-nine! obviously all life has value, but it drives in the fact that our accomplishments and merits as a people just did not matter, there was nothing you could do to earn your humanity. for fucks sake, heisenberg (of the heisenberg uncertainty principle) was widely ridiculed for using 'jew science' because he based his work on the theories of albert einstein.

and then there are the demographic changes. im basing this off of loose memory here, but ashkenazi jews went from like 20% of the global jewish population to 80% after the holocaust (i have tried to find out WHY that happened but all i can find is the raw statistics). it's far from the only one in jewish history but the holocaust is a classic example of a bottleneck event and it's so fucking hard to fathom how much our genes have been affected by the repeated occurrences of interference with natural selection through forced reproductive isolation and rapid reductions in population.

it's just, it's such a huge event, so (blessedly) few times has this happened to a people, so few other diasporic peoples exist, especially ethnoreligious groups, and i feel like people who are not jewish or close with jewish people cannot wrap their head around why i care so much, beyond historical interest. and i do love jewish history its just, this is not a love, this is a need to understand.

there is always this sense of who cares, jews are so sensitive caring about things from nearly a century ago, it's not even real to me. but the more you learn the more its so painfully scarily real and the more you have to grapple with the fact that you can be hated so much for something so simple as ethnicity and religion that the most awful unspeakable things can be done to you and nobody will really care.

idk i don't have an answer here, obviously, i just wish i could talk to people at temple about this but i haven't been in ages and its such a heavy topic.

[duckapus]

While I was at work I decided that Meggy won't be the only one to get a sibling in the Squid Memes AU.... because I'm having Minion (SMG4's trans girl half-spaghetti clone that got made waaaaay back in "Luigi Labyrinth") come back in "Mario's Challenge," since there were a lot of characters in that episode so it wouldn't be all that hard to slot her in, and then she's just gonna end up sticking around afterwards 'cause why not. So now SMG4 has a sister, apparently.

Also I'm giving her Sooper Stretchy Powers (yes the misspelling is deliberate) and marinara in place of blood because she's part spaghetti. Her stretching powers are actually what end up inspiring Sheldon to create the Zipcaster Special in this universe.

[quackywastaken]

being a waitress is like ugh i hope it’s slow bc i don’t wanna work but also i hope it’s busy bc i need money but also i hope it’s not busy bc i give bad service when i’m super busy but also i hope it’s not slow bc i get so bored when i have nothing to do but also i hope it’s busy but i hope it’s slow but i hope it’s busy but i hope it’s slow

[habits-white-rabbit]

Zionism brainworms are making me understand why my friend started avoiding social media like the plague

[anaalnathrakhs]

i keep looking at posts like "i stopped a binge" "i prevented a binge" and all of them are like. "i waited until the urge went away". buddy. the urge doesn't go away. there's no urge. there's just nothing else to do. i don't have anything else to do. every time i stop eating no matter how long i sit with the feeling or not, i always go for more food because there is genuinely nothing else in my life. nothing is enjoyable anymore. the world sucks. no matter what i force myself to do it's the only positive thing i can ever find.

[hqmillioncorn]

With love,

I didnt think babycorn would notice   I've been trying to avoid her. She  found me while she was out playing with cherrypit  Then she told me if there was anything she could do to help  She was willing to do anything  anything  she put her hand on mine  and smiled at me   I really dont know what to do  (Excerpt from Butter Veil's personal Diary)

Lalapril 4/7: Myth with @windupnamazu's Butter and Pancake

woah starsingers are so cool if only everyone could have a starsinger that would be cool dont you think?

Babycorn kicked her feet back and forth. Today was pretty hot and there was a fleeting thought in her head of jumping into a fountain in Radz-at-Han and splashing around in it.

But last time she did that a bunch of people stopped to stare at her, it was a little scary. For now sitting in the shade was good enough for her.

Especially if she could sit in the shade with one of her bestie best friends!!

Babycorn looked over to where Cherrypit was playing restaurant with Pancake. Something about Pancake being a professional food inspector visiting Cherrypit’s restaurant. It sounded like it was going well for him so far.

“Another masterful dish from Chef Cherrypit Pit!” Pancake cheered, waving her fork in the air. It looked like she was having a really good time. The fact that Cherrypit was cooking actual desserts for her probably didn’t hurt either.

“Yay! Yaay!” Cherrypit bounced up and down. Every time he did he would take a few seconds to adjust his overly-sized chef hat on his head to make sure it didn’t fall off. “Okay! Next is pancakes! For Pancake!”

“Wahoo!! I love pancakes!!”

Babycorn also loved pancakes but she didn’t want to interrupt her brother and Pancake’s fun. Usually it would be much harder for her to resist such a sweet temptation but she was finding it just a little easier because of something else on her mind.

Babycorn wasn’t sitting on the sidelines alone.

Butter was sitting right beside her, but unlike her he was staring down at the ground. He hadn’t said much since he and Pancake got here. Not that Babycorn hadn’t been trying to talk to him. Most of her questions had been met with silence.

Could this be what had been taught to her as a ‘best to leave them alone moment?’

No, no that couldn’t be it! If it was up to her she would never want to be alone! Being alone and by yourself was the worst!

There must have been something Butter wanted to talk about. “It’s really hot today huh?!” Babycorn practically shouted. Though what she was doing couldn’t quite be described as shouting. Because of her current condition she was only really speaking into Butter’s head directly.

“Yeah. It’s pretty warm…” Butter sounded a little uninterested.

“Y-Yeah…!” There was a strange feeling in Babycorn’s small little heart. Something about how Butter was acting was making her feel worried. Was he okay? Was there something wrong?

Babycorn hadn’t been here for the past week, on account of visiting her grandma in Gridania, so had she missed something? The only thing she could think of was what Pancake had told her when she got back. It was something about how her and Butter’s parents were visiting Radz-at-Han too.

Now that she thought about it, Butter hadn’t even welcomed her back at all!

That was weird! No it wasn’t! Yes it was! Was it?! Why was she worried about that!?

Because he was a bestest best friend! Of course! Of course! That was it!

Babycorn wondered for a bit about what else could have Butter feeling so sad. Until she just figured that there was nothing she could come up with. Thinking wasn’t her strong suit, she pretty much knew this.

Everyone else was much smarter than her but she couldn’t just walk up to one of her friends and ask about this, that would be embarrassing.

…Huh. Weird. She normally would be fine with doing that.

Before she could think of anything else, Babycorn found herself just speaking without a second thought. “Hey Butts?” She brought her legs up and hugged them close to her. “Are you okay? You’ve been kinda acting weird all morning.”

“H-Huh…?!” Butter looked caught off guard, his mouth was wide open and Babycorn noticed that his eyes looked kind of tired.

Babycorn suddenly grabbed his face and brought it closer to her to get a good look at it. “MmMph! HmpgmH??” Butter tried to say ‘What are you doing???’ but he couldn’t quite get it to sound like that.

“You don’t look sick. So that’s not it!” Not like she would be able to tell. Babycorn let go of Butter and smiled at him without a care in the world. “So it must be something else! Have you been eating all your vegetables? And also breakfast too?” It was the most important meal of the day after all.

Butter rubbed at his face, “I…No I-”

“You haven’t?!”

“No I have! Babycorn its…” Butter didn’t even know where to start. Would it be at the part where his mom was actually from another world or the part where the one person she needed to go home was the secret that Babycorn trusted him with? He was ashamed that he even had his initial reaction of telling his mother that he knew the Starsinger she was looking for.

“It’s nothing!” Butter smiled, “I’m just thinking-”

“-something silly?”

“Uh…Yeah. I guess something like that.” Butter tried to laugh, hoping to ease Babycorn’s worries.

Instead he saw Babycorn look the most worried she had in months. “I see.” That was all she said.

Butter tensed up. The sound of the nearby fountain was almost deafening. Had he somehow given it all away? He knew Babycorn could speak into his head but could she read thoughts too?

Cherrypit was able to do that, what was stopping Babycorn from doing it too?

It felt like everything was slowly closing in.

What was stopping his parents from appearing at this very second. They would walk in and his mom would find out that he lied through his teeth. He lied to her and had stopped her from going home. Then they would take Babycorn away and then who knows what would happen.

The worst of the worst case scenarios ran through his mind.

He would lose his parents, his family, his friends.

Babycorn.

There was no way out of this. He was trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped.

“Hey!!”

Butter opened his eyes. When he opened them he saw Babycorn looking right at him. It was funny but he hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that funny.

He noticed that someone was patting the top of his head. When he realized that it was Babycorn, a light blush crossed his face. “Butts. It’s okay. It’s okay.” He had seen her do this before. This was how Babycorn usually calmed down Cherrypit when he was upset, she even did this to Airy sometimes.

He sighed, so much for not letting Babycorn know anything.

When Babycorn decided that Butter looked calmed down enough she put her hand down. “I don’t really know what’s going on but I hope that whatever it is gets better.” She scratched at her scar and looked away from him. Truthfully she hadn’t expected herself to react that way either.

“I hope so too…” Butter wiped at his eyes. They stung slightly.

The pair sat in silence for a while, with only the sounds of their siblings distant bantering and the fountain to fill in the awkward silence.

Suddenly Butter felt something brush up against his hand.

When he looked down he saw that Babycorn had placed her hand on top of his.

“Butts…If there’s anything I can do to help with anything. You can count on me. Okay?” She held out a gold necklace with a green jewel in the middle. Just looking at it gave Babycorn a stomach ache. “I didn’t want to be a Starsinger. I really didn’t want to…” Her years of denying the fact had caught up to her when she least expected it, “Chelinka, uh, I mean I kept telling myself everything I could do once I accepted it but all of it sounded really scary. To be able to do, I mean. Bending reality. Changing people’s fates. It doesn't sound normal.”

Butter tried to hide the fact that learning none of this was new to him. His mother had gone on and on about the miracles a Starsinger was capable of doing.

“I didn’t want to lose myself. I didn’t want to be someone I’m not. But…”

Babycorn moved her hand under Butter’s, wrapping her fingers around his. “I don’t want to have become a Starsinger for nothing. I want to use my powers to help everyone I can! To help my friends with whatever they need!” She smiled at him, her eyes sparkled in the sun. It was almost blinding. “I know it’s really hard to do things by yourself…So let me help if I can!

Her hand was cold but it was the warmest Butter had felt in days.

“Okay. I will.”

Babycorn grinned and nodded, “Anything at all! You name it and I’ll be on my way! Promise!”

Butter silently nodded alongside her.

As the two of them turned back to watch their siblings neither even took notice that their hands never separated. Even when Cherrypit called Babycorn over for her to look at something, both Butter and Babycorn walked over, hand in hand.

At the same time, just beyond the fountain, a familiar Viera woman watched the scene in front of her with a smile on her face.

[firebuug]

checked my bank account 8262848585 dead 15 injured

[heavenknowsffs]

Saying "meals under $5" that have a thousand ingredients that you only use a tiny bit of, to me, is like saying "if you have all of these in your house already it's free"

[jeonghanurl]

seriously considering taking a one hour bus ride just to pick the chanterelles that were not yet big enough to pick earlier in the week when I was in the forest with my parents because I’ll be damned if someone else comes along during the weekend and picks them. They’re mine.

[forgetmesleepy]

Was rly sad and my friend/roommate walked all the way downstairs just to hug me and say I’m good I’m good I’m good and that made me rly happy…… also I’m like what a nice life I live now to be upset by things like not making the deadlines for art opportunities despite trying my very best - like I survived countless accounts of attempt murder how badass is that? Surviving murder? Bad ass,,,,,,, I think abt that when I’m sad abt mundane things

[smallblueandloud]

being home is showing me... just how much free time i don't have normally. like. dear god, i really spend SO MANY waking minutes working, don't i?

it's not necessarily a bad thing -- it has a fixed ending point, first off, which is great. but also i'm not at the point of burnout where i'm craving every free moment i can get and despising every moment i have to do something. which is... good?

but it's also just... such a relief to see what it's like outside my bubble. to be reminded that like, yes, this has a fixed ending point, and crucially when it DOES end, it'll be GOOD. it'll be BETTER. i'll have time to do jigsaw puzzles and clean my kitchen and maybe even rewatch my favorite tv shows! there will be time to exhale.

[softwaluigi]

ok company christmas party actually fucking ruled

[bilal-salah0]

Before the war, after I left Gaza for Germany, I used to call my dad almost everday and tell him about my day. He would tell me how everyone else was doing and say that Salah,my little nephew, kept asking where I was.

Now, I hardly ever reach my parents or any of my siblings.I don't think Salah even remembers who I am any more as he struggles to carry water containers. I always find myself agonizing and wondering if I'll ever meet my family again, whether the newborns will see me one day and know that their uncle longs to hold them in his arms.

Every time I look at my dad's picture in our home, smiling and surrounded by his grandchildren, it breaks my heart into a million pieces. The house he dreamed the kids would grow up in was leveled to the ground in a split second. Nothing is left, not even both his shoe shops where he worked so hard to build a future for us all. My siblings are unable to work or finish their studies. There are no schools left for the children. There is no proper food, water, or sanitation, no life; only death and rubble all around.

When my brother sent me a photo of my dad lighting a fire, he still had that same old smile on his face. I was relieved to see him somewhat hopeful but it broke my heart even more. My father is the most resilient and hard-working man I've ever known. He always supported us in whatever we wanted to achieve. His only hope was that his grandkids would grow up safely and happily in their home. He never complained from work and taught us the true meaning of sacrifice and perseverance. Instead of living peacefully with his family, he, the kids, and everyone else have to endure life in a makeshift tent,God knows for how much longer, while their lives are constantly threatened by airstrikes, starvation, and disease. No child, elder, or adult should go through such hardships for this long.

As the injustice persists, we only find solace and hope because the free people of this world are still standing with us. Please continue to support us any way you can. I don't even have the words any more to say how grateful I am to everyone. You have already done so much for us but we need you now more than ever.

Please donate if you can and reblog as many times as possible.

[hampterguts]

srry. i cant stop thinking abt that post. can we all. or. at least some of us agree that the moment you use the words "problematic media" as a serious and definable concept, we've already lost

[solstheimtxt]

Ong im sorry but if i have to deal w one more ebike kid that calls me retarded cause he doesnt know how credit cards work imma start being that karen and calling the cops on these kids

[princesscedar]