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The name 'wisdom teeth' implies that there are also strength teeth, dexterity teeth, constitution teeth, intelligence teeth, and charisma teeth

#charisma teeth are the canines #I don’t make the rules

there’s something so human about singing while you’re sick, in the brief moments of peace between coughing fits and hoarse throats, knowing that it will make it worse again, will make the healing take longer, and not caring in the slightest because right now you have your voice again and what is there to do but sing

#humans being humans #humanity #human #cute #singing

There’s a tragedy to caring about someone more than they do you and not in the “oh but I’m such a nice guy way” but the way you know they do care about you, in some hypothetical way, but they don’t have it in them to care for you, not for the day to day but they’d still take a bullet for you because of course I love you I’m just busy today and tomorrow and next week and oh but I’ll call you when this closes up, and when I finish the other thing and when I have time to value you and give the care and consideration you deserve, and it’s not fun for them either, watching a loved one crumble and fade from their life but they just can’t lift up the arm to reach out to you but they care, they care so much, too much for all the nothing they can do, offering only “god it’s been so long”s and “I miss you”s and you know it’s not good for them either and you want them to be happy and do things that refill their energy and people change and it’s okay that that’s not you anymore but at the same time you want to be selfish, you want to yell and scream and cry and make a scene because then there will be a reason but there’s just not. or there is and it’s just not a pretty one or an ugly one or a messy one or a clean one and it might not feel like it is enough but that’s all there is anymore

#vent post #sad #friendship breakup #friend breakup #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #don’t care

When my senses aren’t being violently attacked but everything around me, I’m actually a pretty chill guy

#actually autistic #actually audhd #actually autism

jadejemdoesstuff

I had an interesting night last night

under-the-arch

I’m so glad I have tumblr gold so I can view this post

irishironclad

Tumblr gold users rise up

babanabread

you can only reblog if you have tumblr gold. dont even try if you dont.

sensiblereblogifposts

Reblog if you have Tumblr gold

#hey I think my tumblr gold has expired #does anyone know how to renew it?!?

silenceinternalmonologue

thinking about how i just… never complained about anything as an undiagnosed autistic kid. i was dressed in button-down shirts that made me feel like i was choking all day to the point i could only think about that and corduroy pants that filled my ears with nothing but the sound of the fabric rubbing between my thighs all day. i was fed food whose texture made me feel sick. i was scolded for being strange and rude when i was going out of my way to be nice or helpful.

but i never brought it up. when i had tantrums or cried, it was always about tiny unrelated things that set me off after all the stress had built up. i knew that these experiences were uncomfortable, but seeing no one else around me complain about them just made me assume that life was meant to be kind of painful in those ways.

even today it barely crosses my mind to tell people when i don’t like something, and i’m quick to accept requests that are actually too much for me because of the idea that everyone else can do it. ironically, most neurotypical people are much better at saying that they don’t want to do something, even when this is often due to something as simple as not feeling like it as opposed to me who is struggling due to sensory, executive function, or socializing issues.

i wish i had learned earlier that it’s not just good, but also necessary to tell people when something is hurting you. that you’re both allowed and supposed to take action to make life less painful for yourself, especially when that pain isn’t going to earn you anything. i wish i was able to make requests for my own good without automatically feeling guilty for being ‘selfish’.

crazyintheeast

For people who don't remember the 2016 Tumblr was full of Russian trolls who posed as progressive social justice blogs and urged young liberals to throw their vote away on a third party. You can read more about it here :https://www.wired.com/story/tumblr-russia-trolls-propaganda/ This camapign was extraiordinary succesful and third party voters were a key reason why Trump one( if you look at the electoral results you will see that the race was so close that if the third party votes had gone to Hillary she would have easily buried Trump) Sadly we didn't know that this was a orchestred camapign until Tumblr released the data itself and told us who the blogs were. Those were not simple spam blogs. They were pros. They knew how to talk to people, they made real posts and interacted. They tried this in 2020 but we were wary because the memories were still fresh But now thy are trying again. I just found this guy who is running the EXACT same play book as in 2016. Pretending to be a person of color , poting progresive posts while at the same time urigng everyoe to vote third party. As soon as I called him out he immedately blocked me beause he knew I outed him. So now i's up to you guys. Don't let Trump supporting Russian trolls run their psy ops here. Report en masse and get them now instead of waiting for months for tumblr to tell us they worked for Trump REPORT THIS RUSSIAN TROLL NOW. DON'T LET THEM PULL THEIR GAMES AGAIN: https://www.tumblr.com/decolonize-the-left

aspecpplarebeautiful

You deserve safety and acceptance.

positively-bi

I want to talk about being aroallo for a little bit. Before I start, I want to make it abundently clear that there's nothing wrong with sex that doesn't involve emotional intimacy. There's nothing wrong with one-night-stands. There's nothing wrong with sex with strangers you're never gonna see again.

However, I guess I'm just feeling kind of bummed about how romantic love seems to be the only kind of love people are capable of associating with sex. Like either you're having no strings attached casual sex or you're having romantic sex and there's no inbetween which just isn't true for me. I lost my virginity to my best friend and it was deeply emotionally intimate and wonderful and I felt very close to them but it wasn't romantic. I'm aromantic. I care immensely about them but as a friend. The way I care about them affected the sex we had. It was emotional, it was personal, it was intimate. None of that is negated by the fact it wasn't romantic. I just wish this was talked about more idk.

Anyway, sorry if this was a bit rambling, I've just been thinking. Aroallos, you're incredible and awesome. Everybody else, go give your local aroallo £5

ed-recoverry

Glass Children Info & Masterpost

Only recently being recognized as a huge trauma itself, I’ve seen nothing on Tumblr being posted about glass children. And as a glass child myself, which is a part of the reason I’ve struggled severely with mental illness, especially in my early teen years, was from being a glass child. However, it’s still incredibly popular to view what we experience as invalid and that we should “appreciate we aren’t like them” (which is incredibly insulting to both parties and I hate hearing it). Idk if this will get any notes, but I wish someone told me what I went through is valid and a real thing and I hope maybe this will show one person the same:

Glass Child: siblings of a person with a disability. The word glass means people tend to see right through them and focus only on the person with the disability. 'Glass' is also used because the children appear strong, but in reality are not. These children have needs that are not being met.

The term was popularized and recognized in Alicia Maples’s “Recognizing Glass Children” TedTalk posted in December, 2010 in which she talks about her experience growing up with a severely Autistic brother.

It is important to acknowledge that the disabled sibling plays no role in the conditions and problems a glass child endures as they did not choose to have a disability. The conditions and problems are a product of bad parental management and being a victim of circumstances. As a child, not understanding this bigger pictures may sometimes cause a glass child to see their sibling as the problem, but it is important to stress the sibling has no part in it.

Examples of challenges glass children experience during childhood:

Severe emotional neglect from guardians

Severe pressure to be the “perfect” kid

Feeling as if you must help others before yourself

Strong anger of not having a “normal” family, but feeling shame for feeling anger.

Putting in extra effort to appear okay even when they aren’t

Taking on the tasks (both physical and or mental) that are reserved for parents

Feelings of hopelessness

Hyper-vigilance and anxiety

Feeling of being taken for granted

These experiences during childhood follow you into teenage years and adulthood.

Symptoms a glass child can show later in life:

Trauma-related mental illnesses (ex: anxiety, depression, PTSD, personality disorders, eating disorders, etc.)

Self-sabotaging or self-injurious behavior(s)

Low self esteem

Putting other’s needs before one’s own, even at their own expense

Lack of self identity or never developing their own personality

Hyper-vigilance to an inappropriate degree

Extreme sensitivity

Struggles with trust and or vocalizing feelings and needs

Difficulty in adjusting to new, unexpected situations

Avoidance of any form of conflict to the point where it has negative impacts on day to day life

Learn More:

Glass Child Syndrome And Symptoms

Glass children: The overlooked siblings of the people we treat.

What is a glass child?

How We Can All Help Glass Children

Growing Up a Glass Child

Glass Child Syndrome And Symptoms

Glass children: The lived experiences of siblings of people with a disability or chronic illness

Glass Children

At least from my experience, one of the biggest problems that follows me till this day is being extremely sensitive as to when I feel my feelings or presence is being invalidated. This is not completely my imagination however as the term “glass child” as of now has no place in the DSM-5, any dictionaries, and not even a Wikipedia page despite the years and years of studies and proof showing that the existence and damage of being a glass child is very real and a problem. I myself didn’t know about this term until a few months ago. And that was from TikTok of all places. I hope this makes at least one more person aware that we exist, we are valid, and we are not “the lucky one.” Both the disabled sibling and the glass child(s) deserve the recognition for enduring the hardships life threw at them. We both deserve it.

thegaymertrainer

This guy is really going to regret sitting down with Jon

anonymousdandelion

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I have zero self-restraint and voted the very first time I saw this post

I restrained myself the first time I saw this, but eventually I caved

Voting ended onMar 9, 2023

Reblog for a larger sample size for no sample size at all, because obviously nobody will vote

killapunk

Can you swim?

yes 🌊

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Voting ended onFeb 13, 2023

Please reblog and add your nationality in the tags along with what you answered! I'm very curious about this; and it's not to shame anybody, so don't be rude!

killapunk

If you don't do the reblog part it's not very good as a study 😭

#American

jupitereater-deactivated2025040

why am i so obsessed with merthur

what is it about them

WHAT IS IT

(no actually someone tell me)

aemelia

They have sexual tension from the first second they meet. “Hey. That’s enough.” “What?” … “You can’t speak to me like that.” “Oh, sorry; how long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?”

The sexual tension does not decrease; it very much does the opposite. I don’t know about you guys, but I do not look my friends in the eye for 30 long unblinking seconds, before alternating between meeting their (also long and longing) gaze, and staring at their lips. Perhaps I’m doing friendship wrong?

They banter, they have fun, they mock each other, they pull each other up, they argue, they challenge each other: to summarise, they have an actual multi-dimensional human relationship. Most love interests in media consist of (typically) a man and a woman haphazardly slapped into a couple of scenes together, and they ‘fall in love’ within ten seconds because She Is Hot And Blonde (or alternatively: Brunette And Not Like Other Girls!) and he… has muscles and wears a V-neck shirt? Idk. Anyway, the point is, we don’t normally see a friendship built up so realistically between two characters the way we see it happen between Arthur and Merlin. It feels very real and compelling.

Also, on that note, the actors just are insanely good, and also they have insane on-screen chemistry. I don’t think we would have felt quite the same way about Merthur if it had been a different pair of actors. They really nailed that dynamic.

There’s also the storyline. Very few love stories rival that of BBC Merlin. Kudos to them, lmao. The love story is SO layered and so compelling.

Firstly, we have the “opposites attract”, almost enemy-to-lovers type arc. Merlin is a peasant, and absolutely bursting with magic. Arthur is the prince, and the son of the medieval, magic-hating equivalent of Hitler. It’s a Romeo and Juliet trope — they’re not meant to grow close, but they inevitably do.

Secondly we have the whole destiny thing. The BBC really said “they’re soulmates” and dropped the mic. Two sides of the same coin, “he needs you; and you need him”, both weighed down by the same destiny, both needing the other in order to fulfil what they were born to do—but also, choosing each other, again and again, even if it means forsaking that destiny.

Thirdly, while they come from different classes (peasant vs royalty) they’re actually equals; Merlin is more Arthur’s equal than anyone else in the show, because Merlin has immense magical power (while Arthur has immense political power) and they’re both trying to navigate how to use their powers the right way. They’ve both been born into huge expectation (Merlin as Emrys, Arthur as the future king) and had pressure placed on their shoulders that is often unbearable.

They also just keep trying to die for each other. Peak romance. 11/10

We also have the “you are magic itself, Merlin” and “you were born of magic, Arthur” thing. Another romantic parallel, connecting them.

Also, and I really feel like screaming right now, when it comes down to it, they both want nothing more than to be with each other. Arthur’s private impossible dream is to live a simple life on a farm, where no-one knows who he is, except for Merlin. Merlin wants Arthur alive above all else; he gives up the chance for magic to be allowed in the kingdom, because he wants Arthur to live rather than allowing Mordred to survive and potentially kill him. He thinks he’s failed at the end, when Arthur is dying, but Kilgarrah tells him he hasn’t — and Merlin’s response is “he’s my friend, I can’t lose him”. That’s what really matters to Merlin; not their destiny, not anything else. It is meaningless to him without Arthur there beside him.

On top of all this, the tragedy of their love story is also what makes it so compelling. There are a million ways they could have averted disaster; number one, being honest with each other. But because of who they are, and because Merlin can’t bear to risk Arthur dying, they end up sealing their own fate. (This is actually their mentors’ fault. Gaius, Kilgarrah, Uther, and even Hunith—each of them teach their child/protégée to be fearful, to be secretive, to be distrusting. Merlin would have told Arthur about his magic, if Gaius, his mother and Kilgarrah hadn’t constantly warned him against it. Arthur would have accepted magic much sooner, if he wasn’t trying to live up to his father’s expectations.)

Their characters are also just really compelling, and they match each other really well. Merlin is outgoing, makes friends easily, isn’t afraid to start a street fight at the drop of a hat, talks back to the prince, literally So Feral it’s insane. Arthur — who puts on a macho act about being cocky and confident — is actually touch-starved, feels insecure and inadequate due to decades of daddy issues, and has never really had a genuine friend until Merlin turns up and starts treating him like a human being.

And yeah, just… the writing of the show. It’s romantic AF. The “I haven’t seen you smile these past three days”. The touch-starved prince asking “just hold me, please” as his best friend desperately tries to save him one final time. The romance of Arthur saying “you’re my only friend and I couldn’t bear to lose you”, and giving Merlin the last thing he has of his mother’s. Merlin saying “I do this because you’re my friend, and I don’t want to lose you”, while he tenderly touches Arthur, stroking his brow and hair. Merlin sacrificing whatever it takes, including his principles, if it means keeping Arthur alive.

And then: ARTHUR DIES IN MERLIN’S ARMS. Merlin HOLDS HIM while he DIES. And then he waits A THOUSAND YEARS, ALONE, for Arthur to come back to him. That is A LOVE STORY, a story of enduring yearning. Unparalleled.