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never let people forget that the main target of nazis are jews.
Lgbt people are targets, black people are targets, other poc are targets.
but their main targets are always Jews. don’t forget about us. Don’t forget that they’re targeting jews.
because everyone seems to be doing so, and its not fair. We’re real people, being targeted. our death, our elimination, is being Claimed as a main goal publicly on television by these neo-nazis.
You don’t get to leave us out of your solidarity posts about the victims and targets of these white supremacists.
To do so is to perpetuate the very antisemitism that these people are spreading. To do so is to be complicit in these neo-nazis goals.
I know most people making posts in solidarity with the targets of these people mean well, but you can’t leave out their main target, for any reason.
Please, if you’re not jewish, reblog this.
ven diagram ideas: one circle says gays. one circle catholics. in the middle it says “sexual guilt and dramatic aesthetics”
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Memes are all very good, but to get the assholes out, you have to VOTE.
Anyone who follows me is just gonna have to get used to seeing this a lot until election day.
Because I remember disinformation being spread around the last election and I’m sure Russia will bring it back:
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IN MANY STATES THERE ARE LEGAL CONSEQUENCES FOR PHOTOGRAPHING YOUR BALLOT.
DO NOT WEAR CAMPAIGN GEAR TO THE POLLS.
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DO NOT ENGAGE IN ANY KIND OF POLITICAL DISCOURSE AT THE POLLS.
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Hope Springs By Cutlerfan
[Somewhat based on RPs with Scott158f and MuscleAce]
James and his roommate Ian were happy to have found a cheap way home for weekend but the trip was irritating. The two jocks they carpooled with were completely obnoxious. They kept calling them fags despite the fact that neither had said they were gay. Requests to suck them off were made by the athletes that did not help the situation.
“I just assumed two fag boys like you loved cock,” said the Junior wrestler named Brice. His cohort,
Rod, a football player was just as bad.
“Yeah I bet you’d just love it. Everyone knows twinks like you love jock juice!”
“Thanks but we’ll pass.” they said at the same time. They were only thirty minutes from their destination when the car started to act up.
“You put gas in right?” asked Rod. “I thought you did.” replied Brice.
“Damn we need to find a station A SAP!” Rod looked around and saw a sign saying ‘Hope Springs-2 miles’.
“Okay let’s go there. I bet they have gas. Might get a snack too since I need protein.” Rod flexed his big bicep as Brice nodded. In a few minutes they we on the outskirts of the town.
“What a shit hole this is!” whined Brice.
“Yeah but they should have gas I hope… hah I made a funny I said ‘I Hope’ and we’re in Hope Springs!”
Rod laughed at his little joke. They found a gas station just a few blocks down the road and filled up.
“Okay fags that’s twenty from each of you for gas now hand it over!”
Not wanting to be stranded the two guys coughed up the money and got out to look around. Across the street was a small marble fountain with a tulip shaped spout. As they walked over and looked closer a sign read “Hope Springs” with the word ‘Eternal’ underneath it.
Nearby was the aforementioned spring that appeared from the ground with pipes drawing water to the large tulip and drinking fountains taking it
to the fountain. A small bridge was over the spring leading to the woods. A huge man in a sheriff’s outfit drove past and stopped by the fountain where the the young men now sat.
“The water is great for quenching a thirst,” he said, ”A wide variety of thirsts.” There was a small drinking fountain on the side of the fountain so James and Ian decided to have a drink. The water was cool and refreshing.
“Great water,” said Ian to the sheriff who pulled his huge arm inside his patrol car and drove off after
he stated: “Enjoy the full benefits of the water… think of how you want to be.” The two men walked onto the bridge and stood over the shimmering water.
“Think how you want to be?” Ian said out loud. “I don’t get it. We just imagine how we want to look? Some kind of self-actualization?”
James frowned. “I have no idea but I do know I wish I looked better.”
“Well I think I look okay but I’ve uh… kinda had this dream for huge balls. I think they make a guy look more masculine you know?. Sorry if that weirds you out.” Ian looked unsure of how James would react.
James shook his head. “Nah I’m all for looking more manly… always wanted a beard but I can’t grow one to save my life!” Ian smiled and looked into the clear pool of water. Something was off. A ripple in the water distorted James’ reflection and when it stopped the reflection had a light beard and looked quite handsome.
“It’s gotta be an optical illusion” thought to himself. He looked up at James and he looked the same as usual so he looked in the water and the reflection now had a full beard and looked like a model.
Confused he looked at James again and… he still hadn’t changed. “Holy shit!” Ian uttered as he checked out his own reflection and saw a huge bulge in his package, at least double its original size. The sight of the reflection’s swollen groin so surprised Ian that he lost his balance and fell into the spring.
It was surprisingly deep but Ian was a good swimmer. James extended an arm to help pull him out but Ian was hard to pull. It was like he had gained weight in the water somehow. James reached lower but lost his balance and tumbled into as well.
The water seemed to envelope them pulling them down. A maelstrom of suction dragged them deeper and deeper and the light began to fade. James assumed this was the point where he would drown and he lost consciousness.
Ian coughed as he crawled out of the water. Next to him James was lying on his side in the sand slowly breathing. Ian looked around and it looked like they were on some kind of tropical island.
‘How the hell did we get here? ’Ian wondered. “Hey James… you okay?” he gave his friend a few gentle pats on his back. James coughed a few times and got up. As he turned Ian realized something was different. James was gorgeous!
“Where are we man?” he questioned Ian as he stood up.
“No flippin idea.” was his reply. “Some kind of island… it’s pretty warm which is good because our clothes are ripped up.” “Hey Ian… I thought you said you wished you had huge balls. Yours are huge… like baseball size.”
“What no mine are just… Holy Shit! They’s so big and heavy! GAWD, I’m getting hard just from their weight. Ian covered himself and blushed.
“Quite the package you have there!” James smiled and stood up..
You know you’re so handsome and sexy with that beard too!” Ian rubbed James’ face and growled quietly.
“I don’t have a beard.. I mean … whoa I do!” exclaimed James “My hair is blond now too!”.
“I mean err… you’ll attract a lot of women with those looks and beard.” muttered Ian.
“So since we’re stuck here we might as well make the best of things, right? Said Ian looking around.
“Yes we should find water and build a shelter then look for food.” added James. The two set off to find their necessities of life. They searched mostly around where they had exited the water but they made some interesting finds.
Hours later they had found a stream of clean water and had gathered some small shipping containers that were labeled as containing MREs-Meals Ready to Eat. They feasted on some of the meals and had a short nap then a rinse in the water to refresh themselves.
As night fell they shared a small survival tent and blankets found with the MREs. The tent was quite small but both were so tired they barely said goodnight. James smelled an interesting aroma and realized it was Ian’s musk. Inhaling the scent he relaxed next to his friend and they both slept well.
The next day they continued to look for supplies. Their bodies continued to change as the masculinization process seemed to speed up. As the days passed they went farther and farther from their encampment. They found a variety of useful and enjoyable items that had fallen off cargo ships over the years. Everything from furniture to protein drinks to survival food and more. All still in pristine condition due to the excellent packing everything was in. They used several shipping containers to fashion a home using welding supplies they found in yet another lost shipment.
Ian was enjoying the work of hauling crates. He had his shirt off and his body quickly gained a dark tan from the light exposure.
Both men were blind to the changes in their own bodies but they were intrigued by the rapid changes in the other’s body.
James stayed lean and gained muscle Ian began to grow more muscled and broader developing a tight round belly.The game of hiding their erections was getting difficult as they had begun outgrowing their clothes. A crate of fabric allowed them to make bigger outfits but Ian leaned more toward just a sling for his growing cock. They enjoyed one another’s company and learning new ways to make a life for themselves here.
There was even time for fun. One day, Ian laughed as James showed him a crate of LEGO sets from several years ago still encased in plastic.”Ooo these look fun!” Ian said excitedly.
Weeks passed and the couple grew closer. The shared their personal histories in depth. It turned out that both had no close family and only casual friends. Their bond grew stronger but there was a barrier for both of them.
The barrier was broken one day after sunset when James found Ian fiercely jacking off in the jungle. James stared in awe at Ian’s huge cock. It was over 2 feet long erect and the head was as big as a small onion.
“Ahem” said James quietly. Ian was shocked and before he could cover up he shot athick load across himself.
“Fuck! I didn’t think you were….” Ian flushed with embarrassment. “I mean I didn’t err.. I.. well... a guy has needs right?” James just smiled and began to stroke Ian’s huge member.
“Yeah and it looks like you needed release. Two guys helping each other out is okay I hope?” James askednervously.
“Hell yeah… I mean... sure you… you can help if you want.”
“You’ll return the favor I hope?” James grinned.
“Sure thing buddy!” Ian smiled and soon he had cum again. Now it was James’ turn. He sat on the ground
and undressed; removing his few pieces of clothing. His cock, although smaller than Ian’s was still immense and Ian hesitated before touching it.
“It’s okay really! I want you to help me. Those huge hands of yours won’t take long to get me off.”
replied James to Ian’s unspoken thought. Ian began rubbing and stroking James’ cock. It got erect butinstead of rubbing more Ian massaged James’ neck then shoulders, chest, abs, and quads.
“Mmm you have wonderful hands Ian.” Ian blushed again as he worked his friend’s body hoping James didn’t notice the
sweatiness of his hands. Ian continued to massage his friend and he relaxed completely. The massage was so good that James fell asleep so Ian carried him back to his his own bed. Ian then rubbed his own cock again as he remembered the look and feel of his friend’s body.
The next day they did a lot of work modifying their cargo container home. They cut out sections of the metal to let in light and closed them with a rough glass they made from sand melted deep inside the sleeping volcano. It was hot and sweaty work and by the end of the day they were exhausted.
After their usual evening swim Ian suggested that he give James a massage again. A weary James agreed but not halfway through it James was again asleep. Ian continued to massage and delicately rubbed James’ glutes. They were so round and tight and sexy but Ian resisted doing more than touch them.
And again for 3 more nights James got a massage and fell asleep leaving Ian desperate for release. Hekissed James as he slept and walked off into the jungle and stimulated himself.
Finally a week later James again found Ian pleasuring himself; this time with a large rubber tube in his ass. Embarrassed Ian stopped but he was sweaty and his musk was appealing to James.
“You need some help again buddy?” Ian nodded ‘yes’ so James walked closer. He gave Ian a massage that made his body tremble. Ian wanted to respond to James’ ministrations but he was afraid.
‘What if James rejected him or worse… what if he hurt James in the throes of passion? Ian slowly pushed James off him and feigned sleepiness.
“Ian, you’re gay yes?” Ian nodded. “ You have a huge sexy body yes?” again a nod and a tiny smile. Are you worried about hurting me if we go further?” Ian’s head bowed down but he indicated in the affirmative once more. “Don’t worry I have a solution. How about we get more intimate and what happens will be natural Ok? Ian grinned widely as they lips moved closer and in an instant Ian lost all fear.
They kissed deeply for over a minute and settled onto the sand to make love. It was slow and pleasurable each man getting what he needed.
The sex sessions, physical work, supplements, and fruit of the island were having a profound effect on them. James grew tall and muscled like a bodybuilder. Ian grew even taller becoming a powerfully built hairy bear of a man. They were happy in their private eden and they forgot about where they came from until one morning a few years later.
James awoke from a dream of another place and time. He slowly released himself from his lover’s body curled around him and went for a walk. Ian was awake when he returned. James smiled at his wonderful 9’4” 1600 pound mate. “I think we have to consider some things Ian.”
“Oh like what? Ian replied in his deep bass voice as he split a coconut in half with one hand and drained the milk into a goblet he made out of a chunk of crystal.
“This whole place is amazing but it’s not real.”
“I know. We’ll have to go back sometime. I have no idea how or when so let’s just enjoy our time here babe okay?”
“Sure thing my stud bear.” James rubbed Ian’s massive belly and pinched the fat nips on Ian’s chest making him moan loudly.
It was many years later when their time came to an end. By now Ian was a behemoth over twelve feet eight inches tall and almost four thousand pounds. James was smaller at a mere ten feet tall and 1800 pounds but his strength equaled Ian’s.
Both were looking incredible. James was still trim but had hypermasculine looks and a striated muscular body that would make some men faint. Ian was James’ massive hairy mountain of a man. He could crush steel with his bare hands but he was a teddy bear with his lover. Both had thick beards and they planned on getting some piercings when they got back.
It was a few months later when the couple were out snorkeling and looking for lobsters. They enjoyed the swim. Ian’s dark hair had a few flecks of gray but James was the same as it was when they first arrived here; a rich golden hue.
Diving down for another load of seafood they were caught unaware as the water got churned up blinding them with silt. A powerful vortex formed and drew them in. They resisted at first but realized their time in their private eden had come to an end.
Spinning wildly they were propelled into darkness. They squeezed out through the fountain and stepped onto the pavement. Ian’s mass made the cement buckle.
Standing next to them with a large bundle was the sheriff. “I figured you might need some clothes.” He said handing the clothes to the men who quickly eased into the jumbo spandex shorts; green for James and blue for Ian. Their powerful bodies stretched the material to its limit but it held together.
“I can’t wait to reveal ourselves to Brice and Rod!” growled Ian.
“I suggest you go into the woods behind the fountain and I’ll tell your nasty friends where you are. It should be quite interesting.” The massive men walked off into the woods and the sheriff went to the two jocks who were becoming impatient waiting for their passengers.
“Where the fuck are they? We should just ditch them!” Rod bristled in annoyance. “Yeah those two fags are gonna make us late.” added Brice.
The sheriff spoke at this point. “If you are referring to your friends they went on a walk in the woods. Just go find them and you can go.”
“The two little fudge packers are probably off fucking in the woods!” yelled Rod. “Gross man, we better show them who’s boss!” stated Brice. By this point the sheriff had walked off so the two jerks ran into the woods to find James and Ian.
Where are they? wondered Brice out loud. “Dunno” replied Rod.”I can’t see much through these thick trees. They’re weird and veiny almost like..oh fuck! They’re legs… enormous hairy legs!” Both the jocks looked up to see a smiling bearded hairy mountain of a man looking down on them.
“Need some help boys?” bellowed the behemoth. Brice and Rod screamed and run out of the woods as fast as they could.
“There’s a monster in the forest! He almost got us!” yelled Brice.They were so desperate to escape that they slipped off the edge of the little bridge and fell in. They struggled for a few moments and then a familiar whirlpool took them into blackness and they vanished.
“Looks like they’ll have only each other for company. Quipped the sheriff. “I wonder what will happen?”
James and Ian just stood by the fountain kissing. ‘I think we should start a gym babe.” said Ian to his husband. James nodded his agreement and they kissed again.
Patrick yawned sleepily as his alarm went off, and he rolled over to slap the button to turn it off. He groggily got out of bed, still hungover from a night of partying before. He had been out at one of the clubs downtown, grinding up on a bunch of cute twinkish chasers, but unfortunately did not end up going home with any of them. He lazily got out of his bed and walked into the bathroom. After grabbing a quick shower, he snapped a picture of himself in the mirror to post on his Instagram accounts. His followers loved seeing the twenty seven year old Patrick show off his muscular, hairy body and he received a great deal of praise for that. Patrick was a bit of a vain man, and he loved getting complemented on his body.
He pulled up his phone to check his schedule for the day, and he realized he was going to need to stop at the nutrition store to get a new batch of pre-workout before he went to go do his Saturday heavy arm workout at the gym. He lazily tossed on a sleeveless t-shirt, a backwards ball cap, tennis shoes, and a pair of blue jeans before eying himself in the mirror again, snapping a pre-gym selfie. He had pointedly not put on any underwear, loving to show off his cock through the mesh fabric. It was not particularly impressive, but it complemented the rest of Patrick’s fantastically fit form. He hopped in his Jeep and drove to the store, grabbing a coffee and a protein bar on the way out of his apartment. He blared loud music while driving, not caring at the other annoyed pedestrians forced to listen to his music as he sped out of the complex.
Instead of Adam, his usual a nutritionist, there was a new man behind the counter of the store. Introducing himself as Jake, this older man seems to hardly be a good fit for a nutrition store. Unlike Patrick, who had a young fit body, this man to be getting on in years and was not taking fitness as seriously as Patrick felt he should be. Jake’s belly almost spilled over his pants, his moobs pushing out the front of his shirt, and he took ponderous steps to walk over and greet Patrick. The man must have been pushing three hundred pounds, and none of it looked to be muscle. His short and balding frame looked very much out of place in comparison to the personal trainers and ex-bodybuilders normally employed. Patrick cringed at the thought of dealing with this guy instead of the normally cute Adam.
For his lack of physical appearance, Jake was at the least extremely knowledgeable about the products in the store. Despite reasoned arguments and comparisons of different pre-workouts, Patrick clearly was not paying Jake any attention at all, and became absorbed in reading comments from his morning pictures instead of listening to the salesman. Jake rolled his eyes at the self-absorbed jock and ended up suggesting a brand-new supplement to him. He claimed this pre-workout would boost his energy levels dramatically, and would make him grow bigger than he thought possible. Glad to have something pitched that sounded worthwhile, while staying within his price range, Patrick paid the man and left the store.
After listening to some more loud top 40s music, he pulled into the gym’s parking lot. Patrick snapped another picture of him in front of the gym, advertising his approaching workout to his hundreds of followers. He tossed the container of pre-workout into his gym bag and went into the locker room of the LA Fitness. After saying hello to the usual greeter Denise and some of his gym friends, Patrick tossed his bag onto a bench and began to change. He shucked his blue jeans and slipped on a pair of loose-fitting athletic shorts while tossing his hat into the gym bag as well. He then grabbed his worn lifting gloves and slid them on. Grabbing the container of his new pre-workout, he carefully measured out a scoop and mixed it with some water, downing the whole mixture quickly. Instead of the chemically or overly evident fruit flavors that he was used to, this supplements had a pleasant, mild taste. A little bit like grilled vegetables, but not in an unpleasant fashion. Patrick smacked his lips and proceeded to toss on his headphones, felling stoked to go lift.
The next two hours were spent in a bit of a haze, as Patrick got into his workout in a way he never had before. It was like he simultaneously had extreme focus, completing each repetition with perfect form, whilst he felt like his mind was up at the clouds. He tracked and measured every set he did in a small notebook, but he did not feel like he was physically there doing anything. He gave a small start when his phone beeped at him, signifying that he needed to get changed to complete the rest of his day. Patrick walked back to the locker room in a bit of a blur, his head reeling from the intensity of the workout that he had just completed. He grabbed his gym bag from the locker, tossing his things in and pulled outs a large plastic bottle. The water bottle was pre-filled with protein powder and creatine, just needing water. Patrick mixed himself the post-workout shake, and slurped it up still standing in the locker room. Still a bit dazed, Patrick skipped his usual post-workout Instagram picture, opting instead to trudge back to his car in silence.
As he exited the gym, Patrick’s stomach began to rumble a little bit, and he felt a little nauseous. The entire car ride home, Patrick stomach sloshed and churned, causing him no small measure of discomfort. The 15-minute ride home was done in silence this time, and Patrick had also started to develop a bit of a headache in addition to his gastrointestinal distress. He parked his Jeep and walked up the stairs to his third floor single apartments, feeling his stomach sway and with every step. He barely made it through the front door when a spike of mental pain hit him, not unlike a migraine.
Patrick almost collapsed after walking across the threshold. He dropped his gym bag on a table by the door, and clutched his stomach in discomfort. A wave of nausea wracked his body, and Patrick doubled over. Not only was his gut a roiling source of pain, but it felt like his shirt was beginning to feel far too tight around his midsection. Patrick tried to slide off the thin shirt, but he noticed it seemed to hold surprisingly tight to his body. Unable to focus on much but the growing sensation of pain, Patrick stumbled into the restroom. He splashed water onto his face before taking a serious look at himself in his mirror. He was mortified at what he saw. The person looking back appeared like a caricature of Patrick. Its belly started to cause the shirts to ride up, and its moobs jutted out obscenely where strong the pectorals once stood. His angular face was completely gone, replaced by a chubby dough roll. Not only that, but it seemed that the softness of skin and youth in his face had begun to fade. Lines crisscrossed his once youthful features, and hints of gray peppered his hair. A narrow scar appeared over his eye, and Patrick felt fear as he could not remember getting injured there. Patrick could not even cry out he was so surprised.
With a sense of horror, Patrick struggled to try to take off his shirt. Unfortunately, it was too late. With a massive rip, the shirt split down the middle. It was unable to contain the weight of the man that had attempted to wear it, stretching it well beyond its original size before completely ruining it. Realizing that his pants would soon follow, Patrick hastily removed them as well. He then stood facing the mirror in just his weight lifting gloves. Patrick wanted to run, to curl up into a ball, to disbelieve what he was seeing. It was as though a tube had been shoved up his ass, pumping a steady stream of lard into his body. His gut kept slowly growing, getting wider and wider with each passing second. Patrick cupped his ass, feeling it inflating just as fast. The movement caused his belly to jiggle, and as it shook it felt like the nausea was dispersing, only to be replaced with a faint hunger for desserts. Soon his thighs grew so large that they would rub together if he tried to walk at all. Patrick could feel his fingers grow chubby inside his gloves, knowing they seemed resembled fat sausages. He watched in disbelief as his chin quickly added first one companion, and then another. His once small nipples now looked like pepperonis across his hairy, chubby chest.
In addition to his ever expanding waistline, Patrick could feel his mind spinning as well. It felt like each minute that was passing made him older, adding memories of work and life that he knew he did not have that morning. It felt like his life been stuck in a loop all while this process occurred, with almost nothing changing. He didn’t advance his career, he didn’t advance his lifts at the gym, and he seemed to have few solid memories despite the obvious years that had passed. He shook his head slowly side to side, silently mouthing “no” as his body continued to grow. The worst part was that Patrick could feel his cock start to get hard at this. Despite all logic, his body seems to be getting incredibly turned on watching itself go completely to seed. Luckily, it did not seem like his waistline was the only thing growing. Patrick watched his cock start to twitch and grow as well, slowly growing wider and wider. It thickened to twice its original width, and then begin expanding forward. It looked like it had almost tripled in size, now an almost foot long pillar of flesh getting out from his massive body. Almost immediately it begin to drip precum, soaking his balls in no time at all. Those too began to grow, expanding from grapes to walnuts to goose eggs in Patrick’s sack. He balls pulled his nutsack lower and lower, and soon Patrick had a big pair of low hanging bull balls to compliment his new and improved dick.
Soon Patrick observed his fat pad growing enough to completely cover his colossal cock. With an earthshattering grunt, he felt it empty itself underneath the warm fatty overhang. It seemed like his release was the thing the transformation needed to stop though. As the orgasm cascaded through Patrick’s body, he felt like a puzzle that had all its pieces begin to fall into place. Slowly raising one hand to his cheek in fear, Patrick pinched himself several times to make sure he was not dreaming. He came to the horrifying conclusion that it was indeed real, and he was now a man of forty four. Not only that, but he felt like he had to weigh easily twice as much as before. He knew that if he did not have a good foundation of muscle from his workouts that there would have been no way he could have supported his now massive body. Even just standing there supporting himself freely begin to tire Patrick. He waddled back to his bedroom, but sitting on the bed it caused it to grown under his massively increased weight. He had no idea what to do, and picked up his phone out of habit rather than conscious desire.
When he did, he noticed his Instagram account was still open. It seems like updating photos was one thing that had continued while his body aged. Most of his old followers were gone, replaced by a bunch of cubs and bears who encouraged Patrick to get bigger and bigger. The sight of so many admirers caused Patrick’s dick to begin to chub up again as he flicked through the messages and likes. He could not believe he had almost ten times as many followers as before, with thousands of bears and cubs and otters complimenting Patrick on his massive, sexy bear body. He noticed that some of them even happened to live nearby, and it seemed that he had quite a few fuck buddies now, both due to his bigger gut and bigger dick. One little fireplug of a cub had sent him a message, a picture of him on his hands and knees in just a jockstrap begging Patrick to come over and breed his hole.
Almost automatically Patrick stood up and tried to get dressed. It seems there were a few new articles of clothing in his closet, a big pair of sweatpants and a massive hoodie that would fit. Patrick judged that these would do for the time being, at least making him decent enough to go over and have a hot fuck. Maybe later he could buy some clothes and get something to eat to sustain his body. It seemed that he had already made plans to get sucked off that evening while a muscle daddy came over and fed him full to bursting. Patrick old jock persona quickly started to fade as his new life over wrote his old one. As he grabbed a bag of cookies from his pantry on his way out the door, he noticed a strange bag on his table. Curiously, the only thing inside of it that seems to be his was a plastic container of powder. Patrick notice the label was peeled slightly, and pulled it off completely. He smiled, realizing it must be one of his many tubs of gaining mix he went through each month. He put it in the pantry next to all of his other weight gain supplements, knowing his friend Jake would make sure his body got all the size he could handle. Humming a faint tune to himself, Patrick exited his apartment, already rock hard, eagerly awaiting some cub ass.
[Commissioned by @tobebig86]
We need to redefine recovery from “becoming neurotypical” to “learning to live a good life with a mental illness” cause in many cases the chase for the first gets in the way of the second.
Recovery doesn’t always mean “doesn’t have a mental illness anymore” - it can also mean:
Learning to cope with your symptoms in a healthy and constructive way.
Getting the accommodations and support that allows you to live with the impairments of your mental illness.
Learning to live a happy, fulfilling life despite your symptoms.
Knowing your limits and triggers and adjusting your life accordingly.
Learning to take care of your physical, mental and emotional health.
Learning to live with symptoms without having them control your life.
Finding and sticking to treatments that work for you.
Accepting and learning that even though you may not be able to live a “normal” life, you can still have a good life.
Many of us can’t expect the full recovery that we are told to strive towards, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t get better or that we shouldn’t work towards getting better, and it’s important that the language around mental illness and recovery reflects that.
The proposal is a major shift in the 50-year-old program.
Y’all please reblog because this is fucking terrifying. It’s yet another attempt to sabotage any attempt at the poor receiving any kind of health care. God forbid you ever get fired and can’t declare yourself permanently disabled.
Make no mistake: people WILL DIE from this.
Contact your reps however you can. Use Resistbot and more importantly, just spread this shit around because I KNOW there’s a bunch of you on here that are directly affected by this.
Fight back! Organize your communities and support one another! Engage in anti-capitalist direct action!
This is evil. If you wanted to kno what you would do this is your moment