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@donttouchthestetson
Everything you’d need to know about this blog and this iteration of the character can be found at this link right here:
https://sites.google.com/view/donttouchthestetson/home
I’m not even gonna put it behind a hyperlink because I’m lazy! Also because I want you to click with confidence and know exactly where it’s going.
Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.
Much-needed reminder to please check in on your friends. Let them know you love them, care about them, appreciate them, and are proud of them.
Every time I come back to Tumblr, something has drastically changed.
I just miss writing this dude a lot.
I miss writing in general.
Life is wild.
Much-needed reminder to please check in on your friends. Let them know you love them, care about them, appreciate them, and are proud of them.
by Gerard Donelan
For historical context, this is about making a panel for the AIDS quilt, a memorial project which began in San Francisco in 1985. Due to the stigma surrounding both homosexuality and AIDS during this time, victims of the epidemic were often cremated and disposed of or buried without ceremony, their bodies unclaimed by their families or origin or held by hospitals rather than released to same-sex partners.
Each panel in the AIDS quilt memorializes a life lost to the disease. Each panel is 3′ x 6′ (approximately 1 meter wide and 2 meters long), the approximate dimensions of a cemetery plot. The quilt, which then consisted of 1,920 panels representing 1,920 individuals lost to AIDS, was first displayed in Washington DC in 1987. The public response was immediate, positive, and overwhelming, and the quilt began taken around the country to be displayed in more cities. At each stop, the names of the dead were read out loud. At each stop, more panels were added.
By the time the quit returned to the US capital in 1988, it had more than 8,000 panels.
The quilt continues to grow. Today, it has over 50,000 panels memorializing over 100,000 of our dead. It’s too large now to physically display in its entirety, but you can view the entire thing online. There are also curated virtual displays of just panels which honor the Black and native people killed by the virus because in the US (and likely abroad, although I don’t know enough about public health elsewhere to say so with confidence), communities of color are disproportionately impacted by epidemics, as we have seen time and time again.
You can learn more about the quilt and its history here, and you can learn how to add a panel to the quilt here.
If you’re unable to access the quilt, here’s a zoomed in screenshot of the bottom left corner:
The quilt is made up of several panel, each panel itself consisting of 1 to 8 quilts.
Here’s a screenshot of the whole thing:
This is only about half of the people - our people - who were left to die because the government didn’t think “the gay disease” was a problem. This is why we march.
Potential Panic Starters
“First off, nothing is on fire. Yet.”
“Put it back, put it back, PUT IT BACK!”
“Nope! Nope nope nope.”
“This is not as bad as it looks, but it’s as horrible as it sounds.”
“Get me down! Please!”
“In the time it will take to explain this, the situation will get twice as bad.”
“Did you forget the… oh no. Oh no…”
“How are you so calm?!”
“No! You lead off with everything is fine, and then tell me the bad news!”
“Don’t. Panic.”
“Just don’t move, and don’t scream, but there’s a… thing on you.”
“I followed the sounds of increasingly loud screaming, what’s happening?”
“Don’t. Just don’t. I know what you’re gonna say!”
“Help. Help, help help help.“
“The problem is right THERE. Can we get along for five minutes please!?”
“Are you help? Please tell me you’re help.”
“How did I let this get so bad? I’m so dead!”
“There is no calm! Don’t tell me to be calm!”
“Everything is fine, it’s fine- nope I retract that statement.”
“I left for exactly two minutes and this escalated how!?”
“Help first, shame lecture later.”
“There was a gross misunderstanding when I said “I got this”, just so you’re aware.”
“Are you the void? Because I need to scream.”
“OW! No, stop, don’t do that!”
“Will you stop? You’re going to make it worse!”
SHIT MY FRIENDS & COWORKERS SAY : VOL III.
a collection of quotes i’ve written down, spoken by my friends, my coworkers, and the occasional customer. because we all have brainworms. warning for suggestive language, swearing and dumbassery.
“ i don’t give a flying FUCK about mothman. ” “ oh, no, I’m falling and I need to break my fall with your lips under mine. ” “ bro, you are so stellar and sexy in this lighting, bro. ” “ come get your damn dog. ” “ oh yeah, they’re a TOTAL hockey bitch. ” “ i was seven Jell-O shots in and ready to fight god. ” “ you wanna fuck a guy who works at a vape store ? ” “ he’s a serial killer, bestie. ” “ abolish small children on wheels. ” “ i think he eats babies. also. middle tooth. ” “ shut the fuck up, I’m listening to bjork. ” “ i’m cool too! my car is just stuck in park. ” “ at least this bitch gets excited when you buy her coffee ! ” “ oh! lots of titties out here. keep it moving. ” “ he’s only seven, of course he doesn’t have a phd !!! ” “ don’t post that, he’s gonna photoshop hentai boobs onto you. ” “ i can’t believe I got cockblocked by a drive by shooting. ” “ sorry to keep you waiting, your highness. ” “ i’m his personal GoPro. ” “ i didn’t know you could do karaoke during office hours ? ” “ can you slow down ? i have to blow my nose. ” “ you’ve ironed your last maiden. ” “ the fuck you know about pine cones ? nothing ! You know SHIT about pinecones. ” “ i just want a button that says ‘coco melon’ on it. ” “ not only is it ridiculous, it is also a disaster. ” “ youre teaching me things im not ready to learn ! ” “ you’re dress like a goth movie made by christians about how oppressed christians are. ” “ i feel like … and i can’t believe i’m saying this … cannibalism is the least of his offenses. ” “ nothing could have prepared me for that information. ” “ can you just like … put your boyfriend in a cage and come to brunch ? ”
Okay. The end of my graduate degree is in sight. I want to pick this boy back up again and start actually writing for fun.
Oh. Hi.
Grad school is eating me alive. Send me something to stop time so I can sleep as long as I need to. please. gods.
Icon change awyiss. Bye Christmas Cougs. ‘Til next year friend.
Wow I love Tumblr bots.
I want to be here to write, I really really do. The problem is my internet is shit and Com-shit-cast won’t come out to the woods unless we pay them $8k to string the lines and there’s no way that’s happening. So until the infrastructure plan actually gives me working internet that’s not a DSL connection (hahahahaha yeah right), I don’t think I’ll be around much. It takes ages to load a picture set and forget about gifsets, they don’t even load properly and the xkit feature to block them doesn’t work.
‘Tis that time of year again.
The moment I realized I have a paper due tomorrow that I completely forgot about and have 30 hours to do it: 😶
The moment I realized I could do a rough draft on paper towel and scrap paper while working a 9.5 hour retail shift: 😈
himbohotel:
@donttouchthestetson because i too forgot i had a jensen muse, lmaooo
❛ hey cougs. you know that they say if you can’t fall asleep at night it’s ‘cuz somebody’s thinkin’ of you? well, i wanna find that fucker & put a bullet in their skull. ❜ it’s been three days of sleepless nights humping a shitton of tech through the nicaraguan jungle. he’s tired. he’s achy. he’s got at least three mosquito bites on his ballsack. he’s due a friggin’ break.
A long, slow sigh escaped the sniper as he trudged along. He’d placed himself behind Jensen and a few steps to the left, or as best as he could in this terrain, and he was trying real hard not to connect his boot with Jensen’s ass.
Cougar had a lot of patience. He had to, with his specialization, and he was Jensen’s best friend. But three days with equally sleepless nights was beginning to wear on him, too.
“That’s a myth. Your brain doesn’t shut off is your problem. And your brain doesn’t shut off so your mouth doesn’t stop. Maybe if we stop your mouth, your brain won’t have an outlet and fry itself into stopping. I have sutures in the medkit and Pooch has at least three rolls of duct tape.” There was only a brief pause as he smirked. “Between the two of us, we could do it.”
