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[gallusrostromegalus]

Today’s Adventure is that I, after an unintentional 13-hour power nap,

Got woken up at 6AM by a phone call from a friend stranded in Montana because of the heat wave and almost no cell service because of their crap provider.

OhSoThat'sHowIt'sGonnaBe.jpg

Ok.

I somehow summon a week’s worth of spoons and in less than 30 minutes and 5 phone calls, get them

A hotel

An appointment with a mechanic from 2 states away

A perscription refilled from 2 states away

and A Pizza

Go me.

But then it’s 8AM and there are unscheduled live humans at the door and while EVERGENCY MODE is still on, I have already blown through a ton of spoons, and also probably shouldn’t meet whoever it is wearing just a pair of bootyshorts that say “CRYPTID” in Gothic Font on my ass.

So I greet them in those shorts and a T-shirt that I manage to put on both inside out and backwards

#nailedit

It is, Fortunately, not the mormons.

it is, Unfortunately, two UPS guys trying to deliver my other in-house friend’s new phone except the new guy doesn’t know how to operate the “sign for package” device, and the old guy that’s supposed to be mentoring him is like, 92, deaf as a post, and doesn’t actually know how to operate the device either.

by the way

it is already

over 100 out

it takes almost 30 minutes to sign for the phone

when i get back inside, i discover that apparently the Corgi has learned how to open his kennel from the inside because he is now out of the kennel and waiting for me to come in.

he also has cat litter all over his face because while he was waiting for me he also learned how to open the baby gate to the cat’s room and help himself to a cat shit breakfast.

He’ll be fine

He’s a cattle dog, they’re legally required to have at least 1 really disgusting snack they love.

but

more to the point

i have no idea at what point he learned to open his kennel from the inside

has he been staying there out of politeness this whole time??

And

I got other shit to do today.

namely.

I’m seeing a realator

The Devils most pathetic yet effective demons

I get a reminder text that I have an appointment with her

at least

I think that’s what it is because what she sends me is: “🏡⏰12:00 ❔”

With the time typed in the middle like that.

She is, according to her profile, at least 80.

so I reply “😎👍”

and then she sends me a string of GODDAMN POST-MODERN EMOJI HEIROGLYPHICS THAT TAKE UP MY ENTIRE SCREEN.

She’s on an iPhone so half of them don’t even translate across platforms

It takes me half an hour and three different software programs and goddamn wingdings to translate, but she has sent me the address and rules about masking and not wearing shoes inside.

in emoji

instead of like

literally any other format

I am

FASCINATED

and simply must meet the woman so if I don’t come back to update I got stolen by the fairies but I’m taking the Corgi with me as protection so I’ll see y'all later.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Update:

It’s not fairies

It’s Doris.

might be about to get a sewing machine and/or start an ACAB riot.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Ok, so:

I’m going to see a prospective house because due to various circumstances, I’m probably going to be moving to the other side of a major metropolitan area in the next few months, but that’s not important.

I get to the house

I get a text from the realtor

The realtor is not the person who has been texting me in emoji

The person texting me in emoji is the homeowner, who the realtor says will let me in if I want, she’s running late.

Sure

Why not

I put Herschel on leash and go to the front door

As much crime as he commits at home Herschel The Hanukkah Goblin has terrific public manners, and is Very Cute so I’m about 90% sure the emoji fairy is going to let me take him through the house

Door opens.

90-something blue haired old lady with a spine like a question mark and glasses that could be used as telescope lenses opens the door.

“OH [Gallus]! How lovely to see you!”

This woman clearly knows me because she remembers my anniversary was last week and that my sister is back from Australia.

Problem is

I know about 500 geriatric ladies with blue hair, scoliosis and extreme prescription glasses, because I am a member of 2 quilt guilds, the scientific illustration guild, the rocky mountain SCA and stagehand for three different theater companies, so I know everyone’s grandma and fuck me if I can tell them apart.

Wait

There’s a quilt in thekitchen, visible front hall

I don’t know faces but apparently I can recognize applique techniques at 40paces.

“…Doris? From SAQA?”

“YES! Who is this handsome little man?”

Herschel speaks enough English to know that “handsome little man” means “this person will feed me milk bones and bacon if I’m cute enough”

Immediately does a Sit Pretty and Shake.

Doris is bewitched

This is fine, but I also know I’m about to severely disappoint the realtor because there is no way in hell I’m moving into this House.

Because

The reason Doris is moving out is that her neighbor is a Cunt Magnifique and has been harassing Doris and everyone else to form an HOA and “improve the quality of our residents” because this woman has nothing better to do than be a racist-ass busy body, and recently, she’s set her husband, a county sheriff on Doris, trying to bully her into signing paperwork and threatening her with legal action and writing her up for bullshit property violations

Ain’t putting up with that shit

And neither is Doris, so she’s selling all her shit and moving out to live with her grandchildren in Santa Monica.

But she’s technologically impaired, so the only indication that there is an estate sale happening is a small paper sign in her front yard.

“Doris.” I say, as Herschel makes himself comfortable on the couch for belly rubs and pieces of ham. “Did you tell SAQA or FRCC or anyone on Facebook that you’re having the sale?”

“oh, I don’t know how to do all that!” She sighs. “I tried to call the Denver post but they just put me on hold for ages…”

“Watch Herschel for 20 minutes and he’s only allowed to have that one piece of ham.”

Pics of everything

Address, time and pics to Facebook, both quilt guilds she’s in, two more I have contacts for, nextdoor, and the local SCA discord for good measure.

It’s 12 minutes and Herschel persuaded her to give him at least three pieces of ham.

He is petitioning for a fourth by doing a little puppy dance on the living room rug.

“OK, that’s enough ham, people will be here in 10. Where is your cash box?”

Because apparently I’m running an estate sale today too.

It’s fine :)

There’s about 7 minutes of quiet.

Then

They DESCEND

The first on the scene is DeeDee, who doesn’t believe in speed limits. She’s arrived with a horse trailer. I remember that she is also moving.

“HI DORIS SWEETHEART WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS TODAY I WAS GOING TO TAKE ALL THIS TO THE GOODWILL HERE LET ME SET UP ON YOUR LAWN ”

DeeDee is 73, and has a special spiritual bond with Hello Kitty. She weighs like 98lbs, dresses exclusively in neon pink sanrio clothes and the kind of eye makeup drag queens aspire to.

She also speaks non-stop at a volume normally associated with jet engines.

Half the horse trailer is already spread out on the lawn.

Doris is putting price stickers on stuff

Herschel is trying to tear open a bag of cotton batting.

This, and the arrival of approximately 56 minivans, five more trucks with horse trailers and Corgi Excitement Screaming alert Cunt Magnifique that something is happening outside.

Madame saunters off her porch up to Doris and Demands to know what’s happening, you’re supposed to notify the neighborhood and get a permit to-“

Doris, surrounded by her pack of silver wolves, shouts. “OH HELLO! EVERYONE, THIS IS MARCIA. I’VE TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT MARCIA.” >:)c

… further details in a bit I think the Vikings are here.

[gallusrostromegalus]

~`* SOMEONE’S GETTING FIRED!!*`~

[gallusrostromegalus]

OK so.

You know those high school house parties you see in movies, where the person invites only a few friends, but those friends call their friends, and those friends call THEIR friends and soon like 500 people show up to one house and someone calls the cops and that one John Mulaney sketch with “SCATTER!” happens?

Old people will 100% do this too, except instead of a house party it’s an estate sale on a wednesday afternoon and when the cop shows up there are lawyers present and he is in DEEP SHIT because his wife just spent the afternoon admitting to doing a bunch of wildly illegal shit on tape.

So when we left off, the party had really started getting underway, because Marcia the Cunt Magnifique had decided to crash the estate sale and whine about “we’re supposed to coordinate garage sales as a neighborhood” and “your friends are blocking traffic on this cul-de-sac while nobody is home” weh weh-

DeeDee is about ready to throw hands but she is nowhere near the most dangerous of the Silver Silver Wolves.

That’s Dr. Ruth.

Dr. Ruth turned 99 this year and went paragliding for her birthday

So you understand just how hard she goes

Dr. Ruth sort of hobbles over and point-blank asks “So I understand you’ve been trying to start a homeowner’s association?” :3c

Marcia

Entirely misunderstanding how much danger she’s in

Starts enumerating the TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS of trying to start one, because SOME PEOPLE DON’T RESPECT AUTHORITY and all the paperwork and talking to people and she even had to ask HER HUSBAND. A SHERRIF. To go around and hand people stuff to sign.

Some people, right?

Dr. Ruth nods. Some people. She agrees.

You know.

Her son is a lawyer.

Why doesn’t she give him a call?

Marcia, a Moron: Oh that’d be great!

Dr. Ruth, hobbling back to Doris: “Don’t worry. David will handle this.”

Meanwhile

The Friends-Of-Friends and the Friends-Of-Friends-Of-Friends are arriving, lured in because they heard the words “Longarm Sewing Machine” and “Hand-made quilts”

Various factions present include but are far from limited to: -Probably Six Quilt Guilds -The Denver Art League -The Denver Leather League -The Vikings -The Klingons -The Colorado Wild Game Share -A Pack of Scientific Illustrators -A Pack of Assorted Scientists they brought with them -The Sheep Lesbians -The Horse Lesbians -Three Extremely Competent Finnish People (My Scientific Illustration Professor and her sisters) who immediately take over the estate sale and turn it into an auction to maximize profit and keep the taxes in order.

Someone brings two additional Corgi called “Cap” and “Bucky”

They are Pembroke Corgi, and weigh about 21lbs apiece

Herschel is a Cardigan Welsh Corgi and weighs 42lbs because he’s hug even for a Cardigan, and is Delighted with his New Minions.

They worship him as a God and follow him around so every time he sticks his face in something two smaller corgi faces immediately follow, like some kind of adorable cerberus.

Pelts and meat shares are being traded out of the backs of trucks and vans

Someone is making bratwurst.

Intrigued by the Brouhaha, Doris’ neighbors emerge.

They are also Geriatric and very nervous, because Marcia has been harassing them too.

They are telling this to the members of these factions that are also lawyers.

There are at least 5 of them so far and David isn’t even here yet.

I realize my realtor isn’t even here.

I decide to text her.

She is somewhere in the crowd and having a nervous breakdown because She’s SO LATE!!!

Ma'am.

It’s 103 out.

I was just handed a freshly grilled Brat

Some bitch is incriminating herself on the lawn.

Nothing scheduled is happening.

Come sit in the yard and watch the Corgis play on the Palyskool plastic slide set. They’re disassembling it like tiny furry engineers.

Have a bratwurst.

One of the Klingons appears, having physically carried my realtor through the crowd, and gently deposits her on the lawn before handing her a Bratwurst.

Diane, the Realtor, is not much older than I am, and from the preppie swaths of society that has “Never had a dog growing up” and “Didn’t Know People Could Just. Make. Blankets?” and “What is this? It’s like a hot dog but spicy?”

She is having a LEARNING EXPERIENCE.

One of the Horse Lesbians comes over and compliments Diane on her Dior handbag.

Diane thanks her ans compliments the apparently expensive brand scarf she has on. Do you. Know all these people?

Horse Lesbian explains that she’s part of the SCA, and what that is, and that why yes. Her girlfriend Tasha is an armorer. Yes like for knights.

More Livestock Lesbians assemble.

They are pulling off shirts to show off livestock and battle scars, and biceps.

Diane is LEARNING A LOT TODAY.

I am just getting everyone’s contact info and making sure Herschel does not consume his weight in bratwurst.

BWOOP!

Uh-Oh.

Marcia’s Husband is here.

I step out front.

He has used the siren to largely part the crowd and pull into his driveway but it has closed around him and there is No Escape.

He starts huffing and puffing about blocked traffic and permits and the like, but this is not his usual Can-Bully-Without-Consequences crowd.

These are Grandmas.

Veterans of the 60’s protest front who never let up.

He’s starting to turn bright red and looks like he’s about to cry and I’ve got my phone out to record whatever Incident is about to occur.

-And a Mercedes pulls up.

It’s David.

Dr. Ruth’s son.

The Lawyer.

And I emphasize that The because David is not some mere ambulance chaser.

David is the guy that the state sends to prosecute Corporate Fraud and Organized Crime and Other State Departments.

David was part of the team that took down the CO Branch of the KKK.

David is all of 5'4”, very round and a balding little man that looks like the Dictonary Definition of “Nebbish” that moves with such intense confidence and authority that he pretty much has the Pillar Men Theme Blasting behind him at all times.

So when he and three other lawyers from the state’s office step out of the car

Mr. Sherrif goes from red to while like color-changing octopus and I am like 50% sure he shit himself.

Because what he and Marcia have been doing is Very, Very, Very, VERY, Fucking Illegal.

“mArCiA!” he garbles. “sHuT tHe fUcK uP!”

Marcia is standing in the middle of the cul-de-sac, having spent the last 3 hours recounting to anyone who will listen about the ‘measures she’s had to take’ and now the 5 lawyers that were here are delightedly handing over the paperwork that she had forced on Doris and her Neighbors, and pointing at all the doorbell cameras and witnesses out to the state’s top prosecutor.

Friends

I ugly laughed.

FOUR HOURS LATER: -Auction wrapped up with a solid $40K to Doris’ name plus pending sales on some of her larger furniture and antiques

Plus whatever David gets in damages from the county sherrif’s office.

Marcia and husband are fucking busted

Herschel spent all afternoon running around and eating snacks and is passed out on the floor

Diane is “meeting up with” one of the Horse Lesbians next week.

The sewing machine went to someone else but I did open my purse and found out Doris or someone shoved a bunch of cash in there.

I’m getting ice dream and going to bed.

[dogmatix]

The Pillar Men Theme, in case anyone is curious :D (I know I was. I was not disappointed)

[dduane]

…(looking on in amazement) 

…It’s extraordinary to just stumble into the fringes of an epic…

[katschaoscafe]

This is…wow.

This brought me so much joy before a job interview thank you!

[gloryfink]

This is epic storytelling at it's finest *chef's kiss*

[darknessblackness]

Star Maker by Yuumei

[gloryfink]

A portrait of me as a young cat

[winglssdemon]

As a disabled person aircraft carriers have:

-Thrown out my boarding pass while saying to my mother, “it’s okay she’s in a wheelchair of course someone will just give up their seat for her”

-had staff kneel down to me and talk to me in a baby voice and say, “oh sweetie you didn’t understand me I asked you if you could walk

-been through every thorough pat down known to man

-had my wheelchair banged up to the point I had to by new wheelchair tires

-had staff talk over me and about me as if I wasn’t there

- had staff complain about me while I was being moved in a transfer chair

-was brought to a flight of stairs up to a plane and staff was shocked that I couldn’t board that way

-was sent a bus to pick me up and bring me to the wheelchair accessible boarding spot. They had to send a second bus because the first one they called for was not wheelchair accessible

And NOW, the Department of Transportation is proposing laws for aircraft that would:

- FORCE me (and other SD teams) to get paperwork proven that my highly trained service dog is well behaved and isn’t gonna poo everywhere

-FORCE me (and others) to arrive and HOUR earlier than anyone else on the flight so my service dog can be WATCHED FOR AN HOUR before deciding if we’ll be allowed to board

This is being disguised as a way to control people taking advantage of ESAs and what it is trying to do and what it will do is IMPEDE disabled people. They want to refuse legitimately trained miniature service horses. They want to make ESAs not allowed in aircraft at all. And they want to discriminate against disabled folk even more than they already do. This is not okay.

There is about a month or two left for the public to comment on the DOTs proposal. Please comment and help out our disabled community especially those with animal helpers

https://www.rollcall.com/news/emotional-support-animals-banned-planes-dot

PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR FEEDBACK AT THIS SITE: https://www.transportation.gov/briefing-room/us-department-transportation-seeks-comment-proposed-amendments-regulation-service

WASHINGTON – The U.S. Department of Transportation today announced that it is seeking public comment on proposed amendments to its Air Carri

Emotional support animals could be banned from planes under DOT rule

Proposed rule would let airlines ban most "emotional support" animals in airplane cabins and board only trained service dogs.

[queerdo-mcjewface]

Here is a direct link to leave a comment on this unfair and discriminatory proposal.

[librariandragon]

Posted on January 22, 2020

[micdotcom]

Watch: Jesse Williams is done with these excuses

[veritasarah]

“Democracy is not a sham, it’s a job. It’s our job. And it took too goddamn long to get it to just let it slide.”

[vampyrska-azhdaya-deactivated20]

Listen to Marcus y'all

[fbf-art-deactivated20181205]

Vote. Because to vote is to show you are still willing to fight.

[truebluemeandyou]

Types of Sleeves Infographic from Enerie. 

*3 images because Tumblr still cannot seem to host clear and sharp images of vertically long images.

Writers continue to reblog these infographics for their useful terminology. If you’ve missed any here they are:

Know Your Bras Infographic

Know Your Collars Infographic

Know Your Hair Buns Infographic

History of Hairstyles Part 1 Infographic

History of Hairstyles Part 2 Infographic

Fashion Pattern Vocabulary Part 1 Infographic

Fashion Pattern Vocabulary Part 2 Infographic

Know Your Sunglasses Infographic

Know Your Shoes Part 1 Infographic. Lobster Claws anyone?

Know Your Shoes Part 2 Infographic

Know Your Necklines Infographic from Paper Blog

Sleeves and Necklines Infographic

Know Your Hats Infographic

Know Your Collars and Cuffs Infographic

Know Your Necklines Infographic

Know Your Skirts Infographic

Know Your Nail Shapes and What’s Popular on Instagram Infographics

Know Your Eye Liners Infographic

Know Your Wedding Dresses Infographic

History of Swimwear Infographic

[the-violet-writer]

oooh this is actually useful!! I feel like describing clothes is where I fall short in my descriptions 

[gloryfink]

Eating fried cheese curds is like chewing salty gum you're encouraged to swallow

[socialistexan]

[artemis-hurt]

Somebody already said it, they want control of how they spend their money & be praised for it. It was always about power, not about helping others.

[socialistexan]

I don’t even think it’s about controlling money, I think it’s about power over others.

Taxes don’t come with accolades or positive PR. Taxes don’t get you a wing of a hospital named after you. Taxes don’t let you let you host “fundraising” dinners where you can network with other obcenely rich people.

For a lot of these billionaires, donations are seen as a way to buy things without actually buying them. That’s what happened with the Notre Dame fire. All those billionaires that said they were giving millions to fix it? Not a single one paid unless they could completely control Notre Dame. Philanthropy is just another form of acquisition for these people.

[jgraydingler]

If a billionaire was willing to save the world then one of them would have done it already. The truth is you only get to a billion dollars because you’re a greedy asshole who doesn’t give a shit about anyone other than yourself.

[left-reminders]

In the short term (next couple years), tax them to hell and back. In the long term (next couple decades), expropriate the economic engines that generate their wealth in the first place and communalize/democratize those engines to benefit people as a whole. We need an ecosocialist world built on economic democracy, production for use (rather than for exchange/profit), and sustainable ecological practices. Capitalism will not cut it. These b/millionaire sociopaths will always value their own wealth and power over the tangible reality of social wellbeing for a human population. A new system is desperately needed.

[escapetoluna]

How to write about Grief:

There is no right or wrong way to experience grief. Just as there is no right or wrong way to write it. Everyone is different, each set of circumstances are different. 

The point of this post is to show you how different people react in different ways, and give points on how you might write that, depending on your character and story.

Reactions to Grief

Numbness: Your character may go into auto-pilot and be unable to process the events that have unfolded.

Anger: This can be aimed at other people, at a Higher Being, or at nothing in particular.

Unsteady: Your characters may be unsteady. For example, unable to stop their voice from shaking or they may find it difficult to stand.

Focusing on Others: Your character may disregard their own feelings because they are so overwhelmed and instead concentrate on someone else’s well-being. 

Seek out routines: Amid upheavals, your character may seek comfort in tasks that are familiar and “safe,” such as working, cleaning, making their bed, making absurd amounts of tea or taking a morning walk.

Pretending that Everything Is Okay: Grief is viewed as an emotion that should cease or be concealed once the funeral is over. So people mention the news in an offhand comment, then talk and laugh as if all is right with the world.

Denial: Some people deny the reality of death and convince themselves that the news is a joke or can’t be true.

Reactions from people surrounding your character:

People may avoid your character as they do not know what to say or simply can’t find the right words.

Some may even go as far as to cross the street when they notice your character approaching.

Even people that the character has known for years may act strange or standoff-ish, simply because they don’t know what to say.

On the other side of that, some people may be overly helpful and friendly.

It is not uncommon for estranged friends, family or others to suddenly reappear in a person’s life after they have experienced grief. 

Either because those people want to offer their support and love  or because they’re being nosy and they want to be kept up to date on the “drama”.

Most people will move on from the event fairly quickly if they weren’t emotionally invested. 

Some people may even get annoyed at your character for still being upset weeks or months later.

When talking about the person they have lost:

Your character may recall a memory or tell a story about their loved one, these are possible reactions. (I have encountered all of them.)

Your character may being to cry or get upset at the thought of the person they have lost. 

The person they are talking to may become awkward and avert eye contact when your character brings up the person they have lost. 

Others may ask or tell your character to stop talking about the person they have lost. They may roll their eyes, cough awkwardly, or cut off your character mid sentences so that they can change the subject.

Some people may ask inappropriate questions about the circumstances in which the character’s loved one passed away. Depending on the personality of your character then may react differently. 

Other things to note:

Grief is not constrained by time. 

One of the main problems with grief in fiction is that a character is typically heartbroken for a couple scenes and then happy again. But grief does not evaporate because the world needs saving. 

Allow your character to wrestle with their grief. 

Your character may feel guilty. Your character may feel a twinge of guilt when they laugh or have a good time with someone else; when they do something to remind them that they’re alive, and their loved one isn’t. 

Grief is a game changer. A previously outgoing character may withdraw and isolate themselves. Some people may take grief and/or bereavement as a sign that life is too short; they may make big decisions in an attempt to make themselves feel better and grow away from their pain.

Sometimes grief can help you find your purpose.

At first grief can be all consuming. It hurts and you can’t really control it. It may seem unrelenting. Eventually the grief will become easier to deal with, your character may find the days to be better, but that doesn’t mean that when the grief hits it doesn’t hurt any less.

For most people, grief never really goes away. “Sometimes you have to accept the fact that certain things will never go back to how they used to be.”

It is rare that a person will ever give a long speech about their feelings, a lot of people struggle to even find the words. But that’s okay. Show the reader how your character feels, rather than just telling them.

Don’t pause the plot to deal with the aspect of grief. This could overwhelm the readers and drag the pace down. In reality, life doesn’t just stop due to grief, the world keeps spinning and things still need to be done. Use the character’s grief as a backdrop for the story’s events.  

Yes, grief affects the character’s day-to-day life, goals, and relationships. But it shouldn’t drive readers away or stagnate the story. Instead, should engage readers and produce empathy that keeps them turning pages.

You don’t need to tell your readers that everything will be fine. You don’t need to provide all of the answers.

“Skirting grief and treating it lightly is easy. But by realistically portraying it through a variety of responses and its lasting effects on the character’s life, readers will form a connection with your characters.“

[ok2befat]

Russia’s Big Ballet- 

The Big Ballet is a troupe of dancers from Russia who weigh a minimum of 220 pounds each. 

“The Big Ballet formed in 1994 and set out to deliberately and, above all, self-confidently challenge accepted social standards in a world where the pursuit of slenderness and beauty seems obsessive. The dancers courageously and imposingly prove that grace, elegance, charisma and nimbleness is not the demesne of the “thin”, proudly presenting their voluptuous yet surprisingly sinuous and flexible figures.”

[nubbsgalore]

known informally as asperatus clouds, this atmospheric phenomenon gets its name from the latin aspero, which roman poets used to describe the sea as it was roughened by the cold north wind. 

though the cause of their formation remains unknown, it is likely that the undulating and lumpy underside is a result of warmer, moister air from above and colder, dryer air from below air meeting at the boundary between the lower and middle atmosphere.

when high level wind passes over rolling terrain, you get the same wavy effect as on the surface of water. but despite their ominous appearance, asperatus clouds tend to dissipate without a storm forming.

photos by (click pic) ken prior and allan gathman in perthshire, scotland; bryan and cherry alexander in qaanaaq, greenland; ti cranium in ohio; robert lurie in cape town, south africa; witta priester in new zealand; jesse klein in wisconsin

[gloryfink]

Upper Respiratory Infections Are Infectious

So this is the current state I'm in

I'll miss you all. Who wants my colored pencil collection?

[gloryfink]

Has turned into fire throated laryngitis

[gloryfink]

Upper Respiratory Infections Are Infectious

So this is the current state I'm in

I'll miss you all. Who wants my colored pencil collection?

[ferreadomina]

[heroofthreefaces]

oooo ee oooo

[gloryfink]

Turn around

Look at what you see

In her face

The mirror of your dreams

Make believe I'm everywhere

Given in the light

Written on the pages

Is the answer to a never ending story

Ah

[faisdm]

[forevrdreamingofbetterthings]

This Woman Stopped A Planned Parenthood Protest By Chanting “Yeast Infection”

Meet Mary Numair, a 29-year-old copywriter from Portland, Oregon. She describes herself as a “generally kind person” and likes cats.

Over the last few weeks, Mary had seen a woman holding a sign that read “abortion kills children” outside the Planned Parenthood building near her office.

Mary said she is a supporter of Planned Parenthood – the non-profit organisation that provides reproductive health and family-planning support in the U.S. and internationally – because it had helped her personally in the past. When she was 20years old, the clinic treated her for UTIs and yeast infections. They also provided her with her first birth-control pills.

“Planned Parenthood is vital resource for so many people,” she told BuzzFeed News.“We have to look beyond the pro-life/pro-choice debate and recognize this organization is out there providing some of the most important care to our sensitive medical needs.”

After several failed attempts at approaching the protesters outside her local clinic to discuss their complaints and reason with them, she decided to try a different approach.

Yesterday, Mary approached the anti-Planned Parenthood protesters while chanting “yeast infection” and holding [a sign].

“The protesters kept moving their children away from my yeasty cries, so I kept moving closer,” she joked.

“Initially they had spread down the sidewalks on both sides of the street, but after some yelling and high kicks on my part, they huddled together,” she said.

“They glared at my princess wave and cheerleader enthusiasm, and they began a prayer circle. This is when I really shined. I have never made my voice louder.”

After a short while, Mary’s chant ended up driving the protesters away. She said they grew tired of her shouts and eventually left, shaking their heads.

“One woman turned around during their prayer to shake her head at me, to which I responded: ‘OMG do you have a yeast infection? I know who can help you!’ She covered her kid’s ears,” she said.

Mary said although one man drove past and called her a “whore” from his car, many others were “really supportive”.

Does Mary have any plans for other similar protests? “Fuck. Yes. I. Do,” she replied. (source)

I can’t even tell you how happy this makes me. Thank you @buzzfeed lol. We definitely need to do this EVERYWHERE bc it’s time to make those shithead anti-choicers uncomfortable hahah

What do you think @prochoice-or-gtfo, @prochoiceamerica, @prochoicecanadian, @proudly-pro-choice, @prochoiceisprogress, @prochoiceisprolife, @oh-snap-pro-choice, @plannedparenthood, & @prochoicehumor?

[prochoicecanadian]

I think this is pretty brilliant. Anti-abortion protesters don’t seem to care about all the necessary services that Planned Parenthood provides. I think it’s amazing that this woman had the courage and spirit to shut down a whole group of protesters.

[pro-abortion-rights]

It’s also rather telling that the mention of medical care for vaginas made these people so uncomfortable. They want to get all up in there when it comes to pregnancy, but the moment someone mentions that these are actual people’s body parts that can get infected and require medical help, that’s an occasion for shushing and dirty looks? Figures. I say confront these tightasses over and over again with the reality that their precious baby incubators are attached to real people, and that medical care does not begin or end with pregnancy.

[celebrity-pharmacist]

My friends and I have had good success getting anti-choice protestors to leave by approaching them with print-outs of adoptable children from local adoption agencies and asking them “which of these lives will you care for?”

Also “yeasty cries” oh my god

[eva-420]

bastard keeps sprinting to get ahead of me then walks really slow so i accidentally kick him and then meows all pathetically like i attacked him

[eva-420]

This Cat Commits Insurance Fraud

[youremybrandnewday]

I’m sorry, does your cat’s name tag say “hello my name is bastard”

[molliekatie]

[gloryfink]

My favorite comedy is cats full of umbrage

[sous-le-saule]

Inktober 2019 #21 “Treasure”

[gloryfink]

My true form revealed ❤️