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not be like “ugh the Youths” but i think kids nowadays have gotten Too Comfortable on the internet.

like i see these tweets on twitter like “hey im 14 and i just got kicked out pls rt so i can find somewhere to stay im in x state/city” and like HOLY SHIT i cannot emphasize enough how incredibly dangerous this is. you’re broadcasting to EVERYONE that you are young, vulnerable, and desperate AND information on how to find you!!!! like i know you meant for that to be just for your friends on twitter but that’s a public tweet!!! ANYONE could see it!!! like I saw it and i have no idea who you are you are not in my circle and yet!!! so like WHO ELSE has seen it!!!

sugarcoatednightshade

This girl on among us have me her number and turns out she’s 13. It was like 3am and she proceeded to tell me the name of her town, what school she went to, both of her parents jobs, how she did in class, what her home life is like, the first names of all of her friends, ect. All of this mostly unprompted. The smartest thing she did was ask to FaceTime me to make sure I ‘wasn’t a 40yo catfish’ and she talked about the other kids that she had met on among us this way.

To any kids out there: I know that quarantine is stressful and we’re all depressed and lonely bu please please please don’t give out your information to strangers on the internet, and if you do there are dozens of safer options than just giving everything to everyone and just hoping for the best

My little sister is 14 and she gave out her information to the wrong person who shared it somewhere and she can now count on two hands the number of teens and young adults who have asked for nudes and favors and personal information. It’s really worsening her anxiety and anorexia so please I’m begging you don’t give out any of your information unless you explicitly trust the person you’re giving it to.

crazybutconfidentaf

Stranger danger yall. And if you’re ever wondering what you could do to keep yourself safe, here’s a list.

1. Use an alias (don’t have to but doesn’t hurt, especially when you have a unique name)

2. NEVER give your last name! (E.g. if you’re Jessica, aint no way they gonna be able to find you without your last name. Don’t risk it)

3. NEVER give your address (things like country is still vague enough. But if you tell anyone your street or something super identifiable)

4. You don’t have to post photos of yourself! (You can if you want to but remember to be careful! Street names and addresses should not be visible in these photos!)

5. Block creeps. Anyone that ya getting bad vibes from, just block em. Don’t be scared about being “mean”. Protect yourself.

This is all from the top of my head so if anyone wants to add go ahead. Let’s help protect the younglings.

lgbt-tiktoks

tikkety-tok

This is what Rasputin would've wanted.

teaboot

I feel like I'm being seduced like one of those fancy rainforest birds

steakandcheeeese

Lmao you’re an adult, you shouldn’t be using the word squick. Use trigger. Use your grown up adult words to explain how you feel instead of leaning on a cutesy uwu term that no one outside of tumblr uses. It’s embarrassing.

Idek if this is serious or ironic honestly

steakandcheeeese

#like...why use this baby word when you can just say how you feel about it

Found this in the original post tags and I just... SIGH

Here’s the thing, anon. Squick isn’t just ‘I don’t like this’, it’s ‘I think this is gross and it makes me deeply uncomfortable but I pass no judgement on those who enjoy it, because I acknowledge that everyone is different and those same people may have the same visceral reaction some of the things I enjoy’ and was originally made popular in the kink community.

So yeah, if you want to say that every time you come across a trope or whatever you find icky then go ahead, say that every time.

Also, this term dates back to Usenet in the early nineties, so sure, go off.

sugarfey

This frustrates me so much because squicks and triggers are fundamentally different things and as someone with PTSD, the distinction is super useful!

Squicks are things I find personally gross but may not be gross to someone else. They don’t upset me or provoke my PTSD, they simply do not pop my corn. Example: Omegaverse. I don’t like it, it makes me uncomfortable and I’m not going to read it, but if you like it, you do you.

Triggers are things which directly provoke my PTSD. This means that my triggers may seem completely normal and innocuous to someone else, because my triggers are so personal and intrinsically linked to a specific event in my life. My reactions to these triggers can include panic attacks and flashbacks to this traumatic event. Sometimes being triggered can affect me for several hours or even days.

Describing something as either a squick or a trigger allows me easily establish the difference in my potential reaction to something without having to go into painful detail about why bodily fluids might make me back button quickly but poker games might leave me a crying wreck.

oopsabird

Making this distinction, and having a specific word for something that is not your slice of pie, but also not an actual psychological trigger, is also REALLY important for making sure that the word “trigger” can retain its original, specific, purposeful, and collectively understood clinical meaning (both inside and outside online fannish communities).

If we encourage everyone to lump things that just make them slightly uncomfortable or simply aren’t to their taste in under the word “trigger”, it actually dilutes the meaning of the word. It makes it harder for us all to, for the most part, collectively agree on and understand what exactly is being described when the word gets used.

And that destruction of shared precise definitions is a problem! It is really useful to have the communal language to be able to clearly and quickly delineate between “this grosses me out, no thanks” and “this is going to set off a trauma episode, rattle my brain, and probably throw off the rest of my day/week as a result” while also maintaining your privacy, and to know that you will be understood in what you are saying. Not having it is actually detrimental to the effort of making our communities safe and navigable for people living with trauma. Which is a goal that is much more important to me, personally, than the idea of not being “cutesy” (a word which in this case which sounds a lot like it’s being used as a euphemism for “cringe”).

(Also, one has to wonder if people told Shakespeare he was being childish when he made up entirely new words that are still widely used in the English language today...... 🤔)

naamahdarling

"That no one outside of Tumblr uses"? Climb the still- wet rope of your umbilical cord back into the womb and apologize to your mother's vagina on the way for the pain and indignity she suffered giving birth to you the first time. You reek of naivety and spoiled breast milk, and your ignorance is an embarrasment you are apparently too callow and ignorant to apprehend. Your words are more vacant than the silence before your birth.

Time for a vent session.

So in February 2020, I was physically assaulted by my then boyfriend. I followed all the appropriate steps afterwards: I called the police, did a report, told them I was pressing charges, and took photos. I then went to the courthouse and got an order of protection two days later. I blocked him and have had no contact with him since giving him back all of his belongings a few days later.

He was a transient so he rarely had an address. The police refused to serve the order of protection at his work place even though I knew the address and his hours, and I told them he had no car and mostly used public transportation.

For months, he walked around doing his thing. Not getting arrested, not even served with the little piece of paper that was supposed to protect me from harm. In fact, I bent over backwards to arrange for the police to be there when I gave him back his shit so they could serve the order at that time but they dropped the ball and fucked up.

I had to call numerous times in May just to keep them on my case. I had to do background sleuthing and amateur detective work to find out where he was living so I could give it to the police. In fact, the female detective I spoke to actually tried to talk me out of having the order of protection served. I told her no, I wanted it on his goddamn record that he got served with that.

Finally in early June I believe it was, he got served with the order. Finally. After I had to be a Karen and ask for the managers because everyone was acting like I was being stupid or silly for wanting my case to be taken seriously.

In late June, he was scheduled for an arraignment hearing which he no showed to so an arrest warrant was issued. I told them where his baby mama’s house was, I told them where he worked (though it was a big corporation with many locations), etc. In fact, he didn’t move until early July, so they still had his correct address up until then.

It’s November. I finally moved and he no longer knows where I live so I reached out to his baby mama so she knows what happened. Lo and behold, he verbally/emotionally abused her for years. She’s been trying to get full custody but she only has nasty text messages. Until now, when I sent her all of my information and the photos.

Of course now she has to worry about this fuckhead getting out of jail and going after her. She’s willing to risk it because he’s a fuckhead but now she has to be extra cautious. But she fully supports me pressing charges and extended her apologies and gratefulness that I was able to get out of the relationship.

The thing is, why? Why is a guy with a known history of assault being shrugged over? Why are the police like “eh oh well”? Why isn’t it more of a top priority for a domestic abuser to be brought to justice? He could have done a lot worse, sure. But he’s escalating. From verbal abuse to physical abuse. He’s a narcissist with an alcohol problem. He’s going to do worse. And he’s had a gun before. (I made sure to accidentally set aside his pocket knife when I was packing up his shit so at least he doesn’t have that anymore.) She should not be in fear for her own life because of this fuckhead. And the police are doing negative on the protect and serve front.

#police #domestic abuse #assault

I’ve forgotten how to tumblr.

What is going on.

unicornships

Hence why Toph Beifong is my favorite badass character ever. Followed by Zuko of course. 😝

asymbina

I love that Toph believes that she is one of the most badass people ever to exist in the Avatar universe, is not shy about saying so, and is absolutely correct.

Shit, just watch the way she curbstomps Korra without even trying.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

The reason Toph Beifong has lived so long is that death is rightly afraid of trying to claim her <3

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dementia-by-day

Don’t ask someone with dementia if they “know your name” or “remember you”

If I can, I always opt to ditch my name tag in a dementia care environment. I let my friends with dementia decide what my name is: I’ve been Susan, Gwendolyn, and various peoples’ kids. I’ve been so many identities to my residents, too: a coworker, a boss, a student, a sibling, a friend from home, and more.

Don’t ask your friend with dementia if they “remember your name” — especially if that person is your parent, spouse, or other family member. It’s quite likely to embarrass them if they can’t place you, and, frankly, it doesn’t really matter what your name is. What matters is how they feel about you.

Here’s my absolute favorite story about what I call, “Timeline Confusion”:

Alicia danced down the hallway, both hands steadily on her walker. She moved her hips from side to side, singing a little song, and smiled at everyone she passed. Her son, Nick, was walking next to her.

Nick was probably one of the best caregivers I’d ever met. It wasn’t just that he visited his mother often, it was how he visited her. He was patient and kind—really, he just understood dementia care. He got it.

Alicia was what I like to call, “pleasantly confused.” She thought it was a different year than it was, liked to sing and dance, and generally enjoyed her life.

One day, I approached the pair as they walked quietly down the hall. Alicia smiled and nodded at everyone she passed, sometimes whispering a, “How do you do!”

“Hey, Alicia,” I said. “We’re having a piano player come in to sing and play music for us. Would you like to come listen?”

“Ah, yes!” she smiled back. “My husband is a great singer,” she said, motioning to her son.

Nick smiled and did not correct her. He put his hand gently on her shoulder and said to me, “We’ll be over there soon.”

I saw Nick again a few minutes later while his mom was occupied with some other residents. “Nick,” I said. “Does your mom usually think that you’re her husband?”

Nick said something that I’ll never forget.

“Sometimes I’m me, sometimes I’m my brother, sometimes I’m my dad, and sometimes I’m just a friend. But she always knows that she loves me,” he smiled.

Nick had nailed it. He understood that, because his mom thought it was 1960, she would have trouble placing him on a timeline.

He knew that his mom recognized him and he knew that she loved him. However, because of her dementia, she thought it was a different year. And, in that year, he would’ve been a teenager.

Using context clues (however mixed up the clues were) Alicia had determined that Nick was her husband: he was the right age, he sure sounded and looked like her husband, and she believed that her son was a young man.

This is the concept that I like to call timeline confusion. It’s not that your loved one doesn’t recognize you, it’s that they can’t place you on a timeline.

What matters is how they feel about you. Not your name or your exact identity.

thingstolovefor

tavon-hamlet

I knew uncle Phil was real and would kill for Will at this moment.

tahthetrickster

pls stop scrolling for a moment to properly appreciate this oriental shorthair kitten

crowmosome-deactivated20230113

but like..,.,, will he Grow Into Them????

tahthetrickster

not really………..

ahmericanos

GOOD.

c3rvida3

Someone told my ex-dad (not a sex thing; he just disowned me) that I’m trans and now he’s threatening to come to work and make a scene, and I know I should be upset, but like. What’s he gonna say exactly? And to whom? Because imagining a haggard and likely shitfaced Pennsylvania construction worker barging through the grocery store like, “HEY!!! THAT BROAD-HIPPED 5'3” EFFEMINATE KID WITH THE CONSPICUOUSLY BIZARRE NAME WHO SPEAKS IN A CARTOONISHLY AFFECTED CARICATURE OF MASCULINITY AIN’T GOT NO DICK!!! YOU GONNA BUY SCRATCH OFF TICKETS FROM SOME KINDA DICKLESS ABOMINATION??“ is wild. What’s it going to accomplish? Or is he gonna call my manager? “HELLO, I’D LIKE TO REPORT A FRAUD IN YOUR DELI DEPARTMENT. THERE IS NOT SAUSAGE AS ADVERTISED.” What the fuck.

c3rvida3

Odds are he’s more embarrassed of having a trans ex-kid than I am of being outed at work, so what if I go to his job and tell everyone I’m trans first? What then, coward?

grimthetransman

That’s such a power move.

dualclock

This is exactly the struggle I’m having with my own mother right now and honestly? i sort of did that, but at the church i grew up in. my mom was like “oh so what if i tell the whole church youre trans” as if she had forgotten that nearly everyone who goes to my church is actually gay, like elderly retired gay couples, so i was like “haha okay,” and told everyone.

And lemme just say, watching a 5'2", 87 year old gay man stop my mother mid-sentance to say “Actually, I think he prefers to go by Aiden now.” was the BIGGEST dick energy ive ever seen.

donske

I don’t know if you’ve seen them, Tom — many, many sketches and renderings and cartoons of our characters involved in what seems to be a deeply romantic and wildly sexual relationship. I tell you this, I cherish every single one of those, and I will for the rest of my life. - Jeff Goldblum

rainnecassidy

If you’re old enough to remember it, you just lost The Game.

raggedyanndy

revengar

I have no idea what’s going on here

witchaj

Back in the early aughts, when many millenials were in high school, before Facebook and Youtube, The Game began. No one knows who started it, but the moment we learned we were playing it, we began to lose. The goal of The Game is to forget you are playing The Game for as long as possible. The rules of The Game are as follows: Everyone is always playing The Game all the time; at school, during breakfast, at night when you are asleep, etc. The Game never ends. The moment you remember that you are playing The Game, you lose and must immediately announce to those around you, “I just lost The Game!” thus making them remember they are also playing The Game and causing them to lose as well. Upon losing, you begin The Game again. Sometimes players could go weeks or months without losing, sometimes only minutes. At the height of The Game’s popularity, it became common to see people at events such as Comic Con or midnight movie premieres, wearing t-shirts proclaiming “You just lost The Game!” Once they were noticed, groans and shouts of “Fuck you!” could be heard for miles. These people thrived on the chaos, taking great pleasure in the cries of their victims. Most people eventually grew bored of The Game, and many began to claim they won by choosing not to care about it anymore. Some rely on a particular XKCD comic strip or Tumblr post to lend a sense of legitimacy to their feeling of victory. They are fools. It is impossible to win The Game. There is only losing. Only a few diehards remain loyal to the rules. The drop in popularity has allowed many to keep from losing The Game for years at a time. The growth of social media has caused a minor resurgence, although without the satisfaction of real time auditory feedback when causing others to lose, The Game will likely fade back into obscurity once again. Someday when we are old and gray, our grandchildren will innocently ask us to play a game of checkers, and we will shriek and shout until the whole nursing home joins us in defeat. Death is the only release from The Game.

nyamafriend

I’m really upset that i never knew about this

minamishipsit

this is genius

breebro

Oh! I remember the game

FUCK I LOST-

breebro

Whoever read the rules of the game accepted entry and simultaneously lost the game

Ha ha suffer with me!

movedto-xanderkingofhells

GOD DAMNIT

breebro

Not sorry!

royalnugget42

You have forced me to enter the game how could you betray me like this gayspace?

frogsfloattoo

Me as soon as I read see this post:

byebyethinspo

if you are having trouble with eating:

you deserve to eat

you need to eat

food is not the enemy

calories give you the energy to smile

you are worthy

you are loved

i am proud of you for fighting, you can do this!!

5 seconds of insane courage, it’s all you need

your struggles are real, so is your bravery

you are good enough

you are not a mistake

you are one of a kind

every cell in your body needs love

hellalowselfesteem

PASS THIS ON BECAUSE YOU LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR FOLLOWERS

one-time-i-dreamt

I was walking around my neighborhood and saw a bunch of police surrounding a small house for a drug bust. As I got closer, I heard the policemen barking aggressively, so naturally I was like, wtf??? And one of them caught my eye and said, “Oh, we’re trying to scare them out of there,” and minutes later a bunch of furries came out the house whimpering and shit.

elliewilliams

please sign your posts with your url i refuse to be continuously terrified of humanity by them

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