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34. writer. depressed. disabled. insomniac. trying to get through. infp-t

[pterribledinosaurdrawings]

spoopy costume

[inslothswetrust]

I'm so fucked. Going to most likely be fully homeless tomorrow. Have to throw all of my belongings out except what I can carry and then just go walk... Somewhere. Sleep outside with no shelter, blankets, pillows etc. we did everything we could to avoid this. Our car transmission blew up and totalled our car and everything since then, it's been bad. Before we were able to rent a car but now we've burnt through every penny of savings. I can't even sleep in the car.

I don't even have $60 for rent tomorrow, let alone the $98 for my phone bill that is also due tomorrow. FML. I can't believe this is happening.

I should've stopped taking my MS medicine a few months ago, we would've had the money we needed then. Fuck. I'm so dumb.

[doctorbeth]

In Honor of Memorial Day: The tale of Navy Goat

Navy Goat came from the US Naval Academy, but it had been years since he left and he had been loved by two generations and was planning to join a third generation in their childhood adventures. But before Navy Goat could join those adventures, he needed a bit of rejuvenation.

Here are the original photos his person sent for diagnosis:

Since he was going to a new generation, we agreed the best treatment would be a gentle spa, followed by restoring his horns and his saddle blanket.

Here he is in his bubble bath (the start of his spa):

Next up, he got all new polyfiber stuffing. It’s hypoallergenic, so the new youngster shouldn’t have any problems hugging him. But a small amount of his original stuffing was preserved in a heart in his chest. Here’s his heart being made and installed:

And finally, after some surgery, and some costume repair, he was ready to fly home:

His family wrote:

Navy Goat made it safe and sound! He looks wonderful. Thank you so so much. And he got here just in time to welcome our new daughter!

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet

[gallusrostromegalus]

At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Man behind me having unhinged phone conversation. There is an internationally famous dairy in the area I was visiting and he was commissioned by the lady on the other end of the phone to collect specific cheeses from there. The lady is very high strung about the type and condition of the cheese.

The man does not know from cheese. The man "ain't never seen no cheese but orange before" and "I showed ya list to the cheese lady so if it's wrong it's her fault ok?"

I am 80% sure she sent him there for a really specific bleu cheese, 40% sure he does not have the very specific bleu cheese, and 100% sure he's done with her shit.

Our flight is delayed.

He does not have the cheeses in a cooler, just a regular backpack.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I need to emphasize that there is no cooler bag in the backpack. He has Jansport backpack that is jam-packed with cheeses. There is apparently $405 dollars worth of cheeses in that backpack, which I know because he has been trying to get the lady to venmo him the expense, which she has failed to do. It is unclear whether his relation to the lady is romantic, familial or what, but I'm leaning towards "what".

Two more people have joined us. One is a very elegant man with a perfect manicure in a tailored business suit, the other is a neon-haired person of indeterminate gender wearing a fox kirigumi. The Shiba Inu has been staring at the latter for three minutes now.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Uh oh.

Cheese man has been demanding payment because apparently he went like six hours out of his way and paid with his own money and between the cheese and price of gas, he is pretty sure he does not have enough money in his account for an Uber home.

The lady is FLABBERGASTED that he is demanding payment at all, as she was under the impression he was doing this for her out of the goodness of his heart.

He's not having it. He's insisting she told him she would pay him back- he would have gotten her maybe one cheese somewhere closer to his business in the area out of love, but he went out of his way because she agreed to pay him costs+ extra to cover it.

[gallusrostromegalus]

HE RECORDED THE CONVERSATION IN WHICH SHE PROMISED TO PAY FOR THE CHEESE, SHE'S THAT MUCH OF A FLAKE.

I am about to offer this man cash for some of these cheeses because our flight is now more delayed.

[gallusrostromegalus]

"YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS AND I FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME! NO! NO! FUCK YOU! IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA PAY ME, YOU DON'T GET FANCY CHEESE."

"OR ELSE WHAT?"

"I'm gonna-? THE BABY SHOWER? MONICA CAN'T EVEN HAVE THIS CHEESE SHE'S PREGNANT!"

"The cheese lady asked if it was for someone because the mushrooms or whatever in the cheese are dangerous for the baby or something?? You wanna poison Monica?"

"WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT THAT?"

"YEAH OF COURSE I GOT THE CHEESE, THATS WHY I DON'T GOT MONEY FOR UBER!"

"YEAH, GO TELL! GO TELL MOMMA I STOPPED YOUR STUPID ASS FROM KILLING MONICA OR THE BABY! FUCK!"

*hangs up phone*

*head in hands, borderline hyperventilating*

The man in the three piece suit is in the chair next to him. He waits a moment, then reaches into his carryon and pulls out an entire bottle of wine with the TSA pre check sticker on it, and taps cheese guy on the shoulder.

"If your friend doesn't want it, would you be amenable to having it right now?"

[gallusrostromegalus]

Naturally, I have volunteered my box of wheat thins and offered to buy one of the harder cheeses which should be fine if it makes it home.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Meanwhile, Kirigumi has noticed that the Shiba Inu is staring at her and is correctly intimidated.

[gallusrostromegalus]

1. This is some fucking great Camembert. I have compensated cheese guy accordingly. So have like six other people. He's recouped like half his losses.

2. Cheese guy is crying a little about the cash and opening up about his problems. The cheese lady is his younger sister. Suit guy is being very generous with his Pinot Blanc. We are having a picnic/improv family therapy session.

3. This is apparently the latest in a long string of his sister asking for something and then flaking when he asks to be paid back. Started with paying him back only some of what he was owed, then claiming something she paid for him was of equal value when it was not, then recently telling him his memory is wrong and he said it was a gift or that he'd do it for free.

"Yeah, the specific thing of trying to convince you your memory is unreliable is called gaslighting and it's really fucked up." I say

"yeeeeah. The other stuff I forgave because she's never really had a good job so she can't pay me back all the time but at least she was making an effort y'know? But that was. That was over the line."

"If you haven't already, check on the rest of your family's finances. My brother started trying to gaslight everyone when he started stealing from our parents." Says Pinot Blanc.

4. Shiba Inu Lady has purchased a cheddar. Apparently, the dog's name is Donut, and he's her service dog because she's severely visually impaired.

"Oh, he's a guide dog?" Asks cheese guy.

"oh, no." She laughs. "He's too short, and the way my eyes are, it's easier for me to navigate with a cane. No, the problem I have is that some morally impaired people see the cane and think they can get away with stealing my bag or assaulting me because I wouldn't be able to give a description- which is wrong, but rather than deal with that I got Donut, and he helps me by howling at anyone who gets in my personal space and biting anyone who grabs me!"

"Uh." Says Kirigumi. "He's been staring at me do I need to back up or..?"

"Ohdear! No, no- He wasn't looking at you! He loves cheese but he knows he's not supposed to beg so he decided the way to deal with something he wants but can't have is to stare in the other direction."

"OKAY!" Says Kirigumi. "I'm wearing fox pajamas and thought like. He thought I was another dog or something."

"No, no- he doesn't care about dogs, and you get a warning before he goes for the calves. Very helpful, when I was living in Italy!"

"Oh what part? I have family in Tuscany." Says Pinot.

"Does he want a cheese? There is still so much cheese." Says cheese guy.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Plane may be arriving. I am paying for in flight WiFi to keep y'all updated.

[gallusrostromegalus]

1. Cheese guy has sold all but two or three cheeses that he an Pinot are going to eat on the flight.

2. I know they're planning to continue because Pinot talked to the gate agent so he and cheese guy can sit together and talk about family drama and cheese.

3. Pinot has been teaching him about different types of cheese and how to enjoy them.

4. Cheese guy apparently repairs computers and other technology devices for a living and is currently doing the software version of scraping barnacles and other crap off Pinot'macbook.

5. Pinot is now convinced that cheese guy is the smartest and most interesting man in the world.

[tmbgareok]

i was reading some interviews and i noticed you mention the residents as an influence on tmbg. just wondering how you discovered/got into them?

JF: If you worked in a record store or kept up with the rock press in the 70s, the Residents were pretty much the "far left" of that existing culture--kind of the answer to the question "What's the weirdest thing out?"

They were independent, faceless, electronic and very odd. Of course experimental music and what folks would later call outside music had all emerged over the 50s and 60s--but a lot of those projects were generally presented in academic or non-commercial way, and those discs didn't show up in record stores unless the store had very deep catalog.

The Residents discs were actually in stores, and while they were clearly their own thing they also felt like a broken mirror reflecting popular culture and rock culture. In the same mix, but very different.

[tmbgareok]

[tmbgareok]

[velvanova-deactivated20231121]

[dykecostanza-deactivated2024112]

“Button King” Dalton Stevens whose insomnia led him to start covering everything from his clothes to his car in thousands of multi-colored buttons (1980s)

[penrosesun]

You know, I think it’s pretty darn telling that when I made a post that said, “abortion isn’t solely a men vs. women fight – there are men who have uteruses, and women in power who have actively fought to end reproductive rights”, a whole lot of people came out of the woodwork to claim that I was wrong, because trans men and intersex men couldn’t possibly be targets of abortion restrictions, and that they were only accidentally affected due to being misclassified as women. But, the second part of what I said? The bit where I pointed out that, in addition to the fact that some men are victims, some women are active oppressors? Fucking crickets. No one bothered to address it at all – they responded to the first part of the post like the second part wasn’t there.

There is a large movement of far-right women who want to limit the bodily autonomy of all people, both women and men – via banning abortion and contraception, via banning trans-related healthcare, and in many cases, via explicit eugenics through the support of policies of blatant medical racism. You can’t just brush that under the rug, and you can’t just claim that the many female politicians and judges who are anti-choice are just gender traitors and therefore magically not really women.

In the United States, 59% of women are pro-choice, compared to only 45% of men. That’s certainly illustrative of there being a gender difference, probably due to misogyny. But put another way, there are MORE THAN SIXTY-NINE MILLION WOMEN who want to strip all people with uteruses, be they women or men, of their reproductive rights. That’s an awful lot of women to just conveniently forget about. That’s an awful fucking lot of women you need to strip of their agency in order to pretend that all women are your inherent allies in the abortion fight.

If you’re not willing to stop calling this a purely men vs. women fight for the sake of trans and intersex men existing? You know what – fine, pretend we don’t exist, I don’t even care anymore. But pretending that literal millions of cis women don’t exist is absurd, even for complete transphobes. The far right will never be your allies in the fight for bodily autonomy – yes, even if they have a uterus, yes even if they are affected by an abortion ban as well. Granting them the status of automatic victims, even when they are actively working to destroy the rights of others, purely on the basis of what they have between their legs isn’t feminism. It isn’t female allyship. They’re not helpless – they’re actively working against you. And you can say that that’s sad, or that they’re mislead, or that they’re ‘not voting in their best interest’, or whatever else you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that they’re women, and that they’re nonetheless on the wrong side of this.

Or, put another way:

Stop treating abortion as a men vs. women fight. It’s a fight between a far right agenda and people who value bodily autonomy of any kind.

[l-a-l-o-u]

sending your friends terrible tumblr posts is a love language

[long-tall-weekend]

need a shirt that says “ask me about they might be giants” on the front and has this image on the back

[long-tall-weekend]

[witchthewriter]

𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @autistic-solar-fandom.

[none-gender-left-man]

Reminder

For people with OCD, Cluster B disorders and other ND conditions that cause intense guilt:

You are human. Hurting others is an inevitable part of the human condition. It's how you react to the harm you've done that defines you. You can grow, you're worth loving, you're worth knowing, you're worth supporting. Please don't condemn yourself for being imperfect in an age that demands perfection.

You are not a monster.

[inslothswetrust]

OCD is just awful. I've been dealing with it since I was a kid. My parents managed to get me to stop washing my hands obsessively but they weren't able to stop the intrusive thoughts. It still manifests to this day. Embarrassingly, I was super on edge when I met a new spinal doctor and was in tears. He straight up asked me "have you ever been diagnosed with OCD?" and I just stared at him. No one has brought it up since I was in 3rd grade. Ngl, I've been too embarrassed to make a new appointment with him and I absolutely have to get over it cause I can't feel my hands or feet again, which means another back surgery most likely. Ugh.

Anyway, sorry for dumping all this, your post just hit me hard. Thank you for saying this. ❤️

[valcaira]

Some of you are only cripplepunk until it's about disabled people with deformities, until it's about disabled fat people, until it's about disabled trans people, until it's about people with "gross" or "unrelatable" symptoms, until it's about rare, severe and life-threatening disabilities, until it's about seeing disabled people being bitter and angry because the system fucked us over. Cripplepunk is about not giving any shits about the ableds discomfort and it is about uplifting our voices. Otherwise you are just a poser.