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my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, itâs not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.
âThis would be a pitiful graveâ is now my new go-to when Iâm sad or upset. God thatâs fire
remember our promise
I wish I could put my boyfriend in a little pocket dimension in my bag or something, like pokemon in their lil pokemon balls, so I could take him into social situations with me and hang out with my friends having a great time while he's in the pocket minding his own business and playing video games and stuff, and I can just let him out when I miss him and/or he wants to.
And when people are like "awe, your boyfriend didn't want to come with you?" I can be like oh no he's right here, check it out, and whip the pocket open and my boyfriend's there staring at them like
for like seven seconds before slamming it shut from the inside.
A trend in the "nobody cares about me" crowd that they probably don't want to hear about but needs to be said anyway is that maybe sometimes people do care about you, you just won't let them.
If you alienate everyone close to you by demanding their time and energy but still complain that nobody cares about you because they aren't doing enough, that is actually a you problem.
Until YOU internalize what healthy love is, you won't feel loved no matter what anyone around you does. And in the process of yelling about how unfair it is you're harming the people who actually give a shit. Sometimes.
And this obviously (but stating anyway cuz Tumblr) isn't everybody who feels like nobody cares. But it is a trend I have seen in numerous people. It is, kinda, hard to care for someone if they're aggressive and hard to be around on a chronic basis.
It's disordered behavior, too, but that doesn't mean you have a free pass to lash out at people. It is your responsibility to evaluate reality vs. your trauma in relationships and not make it other peoples' jobs to emotionally regulate you for you.
OH, ALMOST FORGOT, ALSO VERY IMPORTANT:
While relationships should be a relatively equal amount of give and take, you doing things for others that they never asked for nor expected of you and then being angry when they don't give 150% back is also a problem. It doesn't mean you're a nice person who's selfless and always giving to others. It means that you're not practicing healthy boundaries and you need to learn that Being Useful doesn't make people love you any more. If you unbalance the scale it isn't fair to come back at people with resentment when they practice healthy boundaries, i.e. respecting their own needs and limits and not centering you in every part of their lives.
I actually highly recommend looking into codependency if this is a thing for you.
VIOLATING YOUR OWN NEEDS AND BOUNDARIES DOES NOT MAKE YOU LOVABLE; YOUR RESENTMENT IS A BURDEN TO OTHERS.
EnikĹ Katalin Eged (Hungarian, b. 1992, Budapest, Hungary) - Angry Chili Kitten and Angry Chili Spices, 2022, Paintings: Digital Art
Those sick fucks at Ocean Spray will mix anything with a cranberry
where my heart is
It is really funny how much some tumblr users build their understanding of what is taboo in a degenerate immoral fashion vs what is taboo in a subversive radical fashion exclusively on aesthetic appeal so theyâre willing to drastically alter their moral stances based on what media theyâre obsessing over currently
Blogger obsessed with posting about sexual cannibalism and toxic doomed yuri complaining about incest fetishization⌠youâre two Ginger Snaps gifsets and a Flowers in the Attic excerpt away from trying to recreate Single White Female with your mutuals
i'm forever haunted by my inability to whistle because i truly tried. i watched youtube videos and practiced in the mirror again and again with no results,
until 2020 when i was living on a boat completely alone in quarantine during the heat of lockdown. i woke up at 1 am from a dream in which i was whistling. i sat up in bed and i thought, "oh my god, i get it now,"
and i whistled. i whistled a tune, even. i took a video of myself whistling just to prove it to everyone.
i went back to bed. in the morning, i couldn't whistle anymore. i only have the video as a reminder of the time i was briefly possessed by a whistling ghost who took pity on me.
2026 - 2025 - 2024 - 2023
in spite of it all, happy 2026 pride.
you can download current and past hi-res versions of these over at my ko-fi (ok to print for personal use): https://ko-fi.com/mxmorgan/shop/freedownloads
you can also snag shirts here which go to various orgs: https://mxmorgan.threadless.com/collections/pride
these get reposted a whole lot from here to reddit to twitter to tiktok and on and on, and i don't personally care whether or not i'm credited. i made these for everyone to use, enjoy, and find meaning in them. i appreciate folks who do credit me, but if able, please at least link to the threadless shop in the previous post - folks can get an official shirt where 90% of earnings go to trans led orgs focused on mental health (which is an important matter in general, but very personal to me) and not from a scam bot site selling AI-churned maga garbage where you probably won't get one anyway. i also suggest downloading the files from my ko-fi - they are free/PWYW and you can use them to make your own shirt, patch, embroidery project, whatever. tips are always nice, cuz i do like a pizza now and then, but never required for download.
final thought - breaking the pride tradition and more than likely won't make a new piece. the top one from TDOV is all i'm making this year. i have my focus on other projects currently and i don't want to force a poster design. these came from a specific head space and my current head space is Very Tired lmao so i wanna work on other things. đ
whoever made the story for this game hated kids so much
would you believe me if i told you the story of this game put the possibility of death and dying and terminal illness in my head as a kid. i was 4. the dread i felt for this game cannot be replicated
i just barely remember what this game was about because i was 4 but basically youâre a dog and you live on an island and your dog family has a dog sister. or brother. i donât remember. your dog sibling falls ill with a terminal illness or it is heavily implied that it will be fatal. there is a scene where the ill dog sibling tries to go to a party and they collapse and the audience is led to believe that they died. they do not die but are bedridden. your dog father tries to find a cure overseas but goes missing and is pretty much as close to âconfirmed deadâ as you can get in an e for everyone title. then you try to find a cure overseas and your boat gets separated and you get lost at sea. you do not die and end up on another island. a doctor is there. from that point i do not remember anything about the game other than giraffes try to attack you or something . i had to stop playing because this game made me So upset i was afraid to touch it. the game looks like this
If youâd kept playing you wouldâve been so much more traumatized than you already were, it does not get less intense. Allow me to tell you about some of the other fucked up plot points/subplots:
You donât just get separated from your boat, no, itâs MUCH more upsetting than that. Thereâs a storm, and the captain says you wonât be able to make it to the island. The idea of returning home without a cure is so unbearable to you that you jump overboard and try to swim there. You almost drown, but a bird you nursed back to health earlier in the game alerts a resident of the island, who saves your life.
The townâs water supply gets poisoned at one point and everyone gets sick but you. You have to find a healer in the woods because even the town doctor canât help
A nurse dog on the island is afraid of the color red and is mercilessly bullied by a group of dogs in her town. You have to help her get over this fear. It originated from a traumatic event in her childhood where she thought she killed her best friend.
The doctor who helps your sick sibling also has a traumatic past. His fiancĂŠ got terminally ill and because he argued with another doctor on the best treatment, she died. He visits her grave often.
The miracle cure (a flower) youâre searching for to save your sibling? When you find it, itâs wilted. If you canât find a way to restore it, you know your sibling will almost certainly die.
Also the literal apocalypse has been building up for the entire duration of the story, and you have to literally travel to an alternate dimension to consult the queen of a mythical race on how to save the world
To get a magic stone that will help you save the world, you have to fight a giant dinosaur skeleton referred to as the âAncient Monsterâ and it is heavily implied that it fought your father at some point, and may have even killed him. Yes this is still the same game
Yeah but that game was really something. There are pirates. There are poisonous snakes. All of the enemies have the ability to kill you. The soundtrack is phenomenal. You have a magical sidekick named Petasi. One of the gameâs central themes is the importance of kindness. I tried to play it on my own once and got killed by a gorilla while trying to find grapes.
Mobile wouldnât let me add images to my original reblog so here:
Screenshots taken from this video
They say ooooh be a good boy for daddy and you'll get a reward. But then the reward is just gay sex. This is bullshit. I wanted a skateboard
Then they say if you're a bad boy daddy will punish you. But what's the punishment? More gay sex! You can't escape it. This whole damn place is in the pocket of Big Sex
my 5 year plan? find the energy to use my human body to participate in the world in some form or fashion
it's really gross how you can be self aware enough to know what's going on in your head but you can't actually stop it from happening. i need to grab it like a pigeon that got stuck in a house and throw it out the window. be free
Shout out to trans women who arenât computer scientists or musicians or avant-garde artists or whatever.
Shout-out to tgirls who work at Taco Bell. Thank u queen, society would collapse without you
Over twenty years ago my big brother got me a job at a Taco Bell in the St. Louis suburbs-West County. He warned me that it was the âgay Taco Bellâ, but since I was coming from the âgay Howard Johnsonâsâ I wasnât shocked. It turns out it was the black trans women Taco Bell complete with black trans women in management. And theyâd worked out an arrangement with the local teen Narcotics Anonymous group so that twice a week we would shut down the drive thru and the dining room and exclusively serve 60+ teens in various stages of recovery. And many of the women I worked with were in various stages of being out or transitioning and they were from all generations from teens to over 50. One woman I worked with had a regular corporate job presenting as a man 9-5 Mon-Fri and then came to Taco Bell and worked 6pm -2am Friday and Saturday night so she could be herself surrounded by other black transwomen in those stolen weekends. And we had customers come from all over the metro area because they knew they could be themselves in the dining room. I only worked there from 1999-2001 but for young me, this was a vital, formative experience. Some of the girls came from north city all the way out to the âgay Taco Bellâ on Manchester in west county because they heard it was safe to work there. Like- I know times have changed but they havenât changed much in 20 years. Iâm still convinced that for lgbt youth, finding a job at your cityâs version of the âgay Taco Bellâ is key to survival.
Thank u for sharing this with us
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apparently a requirement for working at poison control is a talent for stand-up comedy
When I was training to be a paramedic, we had one student ask the instructor what to do in the event of a marijuana overdose. The instructor said "Tell him to take two twinkies and call you in the morning."
Okay, there's a good reason for this though!
If the Please Do Not Eat That Professional thinks it's inconsequential enough to be funny, then the concerned caller knows it's no big deal. When I was a kid my mom called poison control because I ate not one but several crayons, and their advice was to make sure I didn't stray too far from a toilet for a few hours because suppositories are made of wax, too.
Also several years ago I ate half a sandwich while wondering why the hell it tasted so funny only to realize the Goo Gone I'd been cleaning with was leaking, and did so onto my sandwich. Poison Control now has an online form where you can put in what you ingested/how much/when/etc. and someone basically triages those out, so the kid who just drank a bunch of drain cleaner isn't in line behind the kid who ate a crayon. I got a call like twenty minutes later from a nurse who told me I was fine.
Oh! And if you want to know what the tool looks like, it now gives a "this is not a real case" option to let you test it out, so I became a hypothetical worried patient who accidentally took 1000mg of ibuprofen (max dose should be 800) instead of 1000mg of acetaminophen (which has a max dose of 1000) and ran the entire thing. It took me less than two minutes from this:
To this:
Below this screenshot I was advised to drink some water and that if symptoms developed in the next four hours, I should only be concerned in certain cases (e.g. nausea is normal, heart palpitations are a problem).
So what if it's a serious problem? Suddenly, hypothetical Nina was cleaning xir bathroom sink and got hit with some Drano splashback with xir eyes and mouth open! Here's what the tool suggested. As soon as I selected that I'd gotten Drano in my eyes, this popped up:
So I hypothetically went to rinse my eyes, came back, and indicated it'd also gotten into my mouth and onto my skin. Here was the result:
And finally, hypothetical!Nina made an extremely bad decision, then decided this wasn't how xe wanted things to end after all. So I selected the option that says I'd attempted self-harm, and this popped up. (I didn't get it in the screenshot, but there's a drawing of a sad snail at the top of the screen. I think it's supposed to remind you someone is there, this just isn't the best route to reach them.)
The tool covers literally thousands of substances, and it's fast to use. It'll ask your age, assigned sex at birth, what you were exposed to, how (ate/drank it, breathed it in, got it in your eyes, etc.), how much you were exposed to, how long ago, whether you notice any symptoms, and what zip code you're in. That's it, and it's right here if you need it, and as they told me when I said I felt dumb over my Goo Gone-ified sandwich, they'd rather I check and be fine than not check because I "felt silly" and end up dead.
why is this so funny to me
The Peak Millennial Experience is apologizing to servers for existing
