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[interdimensional-chaos]

Aight I'm getting annoyed again.

I HAVE NO MONEY

If you come to me begging for help I cannot help you. You will be blocked. And at this point I don't fucking care, I'll be giving any aid to *actual support groups* instead of random strangers on the internet invading my DM's.

End. Of.

[thememedaddy]

[moveslikekeithrichards]

tbh i think no matter how much people try to optimize intentionally-produced stim toys nothing will ever top Some Piece Of Crap You Found At A Yard Sale 15 Years Ago or perhaps Garbage

[pangur-and-grim]

I told my little nephew that I'd wave at his airplane when it flew over my house today, and he very calmly and politely explained that it wouldn't be possible to see me due to the limitations of human vision. I said he just had to squint real hard, and he took a deep breath and went into the toddler version of "see, what you're not understanding–"

[pangur-and-grim]

[dramatic-dolphin]

and if i said nolan's odyssey starring no greek actors and with no recognizable aspects of greek culture or involvement by greeks, is the direct legacy of white supremacist colonialism that treated ancient greece as not just the pinnacle of ancient culture, but of an artificially created "european" culture, which white western europeans and their settler descendants, as the new pinnacle of culture, were the sole spiritual inheritors of.

[hiveswap]

^^^ PEOPLE ARE STILL THERE. There's a metro station across the street from the colosseum where i found a hair in my pizza slice. We drove by ruins of an amphitheater next to a motorway in greece once. It's literally just real places where real people live and have lived. It's not mythical perfect lands that once existed. I went to Itacha in 2023 and there was not enough parking space.

[foodffs]

CHICKEN STEW

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Is this how you roll?

[lemonsweet]

Do you remember the episode of Spongebob where he's training gary for the snail race and does a coach persona + calls gary a girl and has an aside where he's like "I called you a lady to demean you 🤓" and right after he says that it cuts to sandy and she somehow telepathically feels that Spongebob just did something misogynistic and us like I feel like I need to kick Spongebobs ass for some reason. And then she appears just at the end of the episode to kick his ass.

[hellyeahscarleteen]

Protecting Yourself from Criminalization for Self-Managed Abortion — OARS

Self-managed abortion (SMA) with pills is very medically safe and effective throughout early pregnancy, but there is a significant risk of criminalization in many U.S. states. While it is impossible to fully eliminate the risk of criminalization when having or planning to have an abortion at home, t

[kickerofelves]

Leave no online footprint of searches or purchases. Digital Defense Fund’s abortion privacy guide is your go-to resource for this. Using private browsers, two-factor authentication, encrypted messaging, strong passwords, etc. is critical. Google searches have been presented as evidence in an SMA trial before. Do not leave a digital trail.

Use the medications properly to prevent interactions with healthcare providers. The pills are very effective, but they have to be used right. Carefully follow the instructions provided on the How to Use Abortion Pill website. Note that misoprostol tablets should always be taken by dissolving them under the tongue. Do NOT insert misoprostol vaginally if you are self-managing an abortion. While this is medically safe, it can leave incriminating pill remnants that can be detected in the vagina during a pelvic exam if you end up needing to seek medical care. 

If it’s not an emergency but you need expert health advice, use a free calling service like Google Voice to call or text the Miscarriage + Abortion Hotline at 1-833-246-2632. Medical complications are very uncommon with abortion pills, but they’re not impossible. The M+A Hotline is safe to use and is staffed by trustworthy clinicians who volunteer their time to help those who choose SMA. Do not use your own phone number to call as this will create a record that is visible to your cell service provider. 

Don’t disclose any information about SMA to emergency room staff if you do need to seek medical care. This is how most people who are arrested for SMA are reported. Healthcare providers are almost always who calls the police in cases of SMA criminalization. Contrary to popular belief, HIPAA does not protect your private health information from being shared with police if you are suspected of doing something that could be considered a crime. If you believe you need to seek urgent medical care, do not hesitate to go. Say “I think I’m having a miscarriage” and provide your symptoms. Do not mention any use of or purchase of abortion pills. There is no widely available test to detect misoprostol in your bloodstream. If you do not disclose it, there is no way for a medical provider to tell the difference between a medication abortion and a spontaneous miscarriage.

Do not talk to the cops. Period. Do. Not. Talk. To. The. Cops. If you are questioned by police you should state, “I am exercising my right to remain silent, and I wish to speak with an attorney.” Do not speak again or nod in response to a question. Contact the Repro Legal Helpline as soon as possible for expert legal advice: 1-844-868-2812. Do not agree to questioning or speak to any law enforcement official without a lawyer present.

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[molabuddy]

really specific trope i like that i feel like can only be explained in a diagram

[wolfeyedwitch]

Hell Is Empty, Part 18

Reth finally gets a chance to freshen up.

Contents: allusions to past trauma, whumpee/caretaker power imbalance

Masterlist

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Reth closed the bathroom door behind him with shaking hands.

Why was he reacting like this? Nothing had even happened! Very specifically, nothing had happened! Tara hadn't done anything.

The two of them shared a pact, and he had given her his name. She had done nothing, when she easily could do almost anything.

She could easily make him do almost anything.

He shook his head, trying to chase away that thought. True as it was, it wouldn't help him. Tara didn't like when he acted scared of her.

That was the wrong thing to focus on. He needed to focus on the positives, like how she had given him this opportunity to get cleaned up by himself. He found the towel and washcloth on the floor just as she'd described.

Reth stared at the tiny shower as they tried to decide their next move. They didn't truly need a shower. Not really. His captors cleaned him up after each one of their "meetings". They liked to make a mess of him all over again the next time, not deal with the sloppy leftovers of their previous round.

(Some of them volunteered for the job, reveling in the opportunity to run their hands over every inch of him with the pretext of cleaning. Those ones disgusted him almost more than the others. If you're going to be a monster, be a monster. Don't hide behind flimsy justifications for your deeds.)

He shuddered at the memory.

That settled it. He turned the shower on and stripped out of his borrowed clothing. He would have to put it back on, after, but that would be alright. It would be worth it to wash off the worst of the memories.

The lantern Tara had left to illuminate the bathroom cast erratic shadows as he stepped into the shower. It was easier, somehow, when he didn't have to see all the marks left on him. The frigid spray of the shower meant he was more preoccupied with getting done quickly, anyway.

He gave himself a quick and perfunctory cleaning, scrubbing with Tara's pomegranate scented body wash. The chill of the water had sunk into his bones by the time he had scrubbed off the worst of the lingering feeling of unwanted hands on his skin. He shivered as he stepped out and toweled off.

Then, the part that he was most looking forward to: washing his hair. He wrapped himself in the towel as he examined the supplies Tara had left on the counter: not only shampoo, but also conditioner, as well as her hairbrush.

Washing his hair in the sink was not the most pleasant experience. The water was cold, and the awkward pose required for the task pulled at the injuries on his back. Even so, he could have cried from relief.

He was finally able to do this himself. It was his own fingers combing through his hair, his own claws scraping gently against his scalp. Every touch was expected.

Once his hair was clean, he worked the conditioner into it. The smooth texture would be for no one's benefit but his own.

He wrung all the extra moisture out of his hair with the towel and carefully dried around the base of his horns. They were still tender, especially at the base.

His hands shook as he picked up the hairbrush. It was just a tool. He was using it for one purpose, and one purpose only.

(It would be up to Tara if she wanted to use it for his discipline. He somehow doubted she had any of the more typical tools for such purposes, and he knew from experience that a hairbrush left a satisfying mark.)

He brushed his hair until it hung in a smooth, damp curtain. Eventually he couldn't justify stalling any longer. His hands were as steady as they would get, and Tara's emotions had smoothed into something like quiet concentration.

He got dressed, took a deep breath, and left the bathroom.

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@kim-poce @coyote-bites @whumpyourdamnpears @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @panstardalia

@bluuhhhhh @oldspruceinn @yellowcatcallshome @daggers-and-dangers

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@hollow-whumps @styx-n-st0nes @girlnamedcordelia

[interdimensional-chaos]

Oh NOW there's a CAT -_-

[fractiousrvt]

Forgot my toast in the toaster oven for about 4 hours and I am now in possession of Hardened Bread.

It's not at all like stale bread. There is still some give to this but at the same time it is Hardened.

So now I get to eat buttered Hardened Bread with honey.

[aidaughter]

t shirt that says I PUT A NORMAL AMOUNT OF THOUGHT INTO STUFF

[wolfeyedwitch]

As predicted it took a lot longer to get back as they need ed d to travel further on foot before they could find a taxi going the right direction.

Before they even opened the door they could hear their mom snapping curses one after the other

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Corva shouldered her way past Aloka and shoved the door open with magic ready at her fingertips. Whatever new disaster was happening at the Leer family home, she would be ready for it.

[badluck990]

Andre and Atlas seemed okay, other than Andre holding an ice pack against his chest. The wall not so much being heavily cracked and damaged from a magic strike.

"We were gone for two days what happened?!" Aloka asked pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Andre sleep spelled and I went to contain like I used to and uh didn't habe enough magic with only one horn to do so and um," Atlas stumbled.

"Made it worse." Andre coughed out, "The wall got the brunt of it at least..."

[wolfeyedwitch]

Corva examined the scene with all her magical and mundane senses. She had to be sure the Leers were telling her the whole story.

And as far as she could tell, they were. She slowly relaxed from her battle-ready stance, lessening the strain on her still-healing wounds, but she kept hold of her magic.

"Are either of you injured?"

She didn't believe so, not from what she could sense, but it was better to be certain.

[badluck990]

"Like I said the wall got the brunt of it and I-"

"I can pay for the materials for dad to fix it..." Atlas interupted

"I got some minor magic burns on my chest, but they're nothing serious. Aloka's giving me worse from playing too rough as kids." He laughed immediately regretting it.

[wolfeyedwitch]

"Sit down. Shirt off," Corva ordered Andre. "And you, sit," she added to Atlas, who looked distinctly unsteady.

"Do you have first aid supplies?" she asked Aloka.

"And Amaya, is there anything they're leaving out?"

[badluck990]

"Corva sweetie they're genuinely fine." Amaya tried to assure her whilst her children didn't bother trying to debate the self appointed caretaker.

Even Aloka who went get a first aid kit from her room.

[wolfeyedwitch]

"I would prefer to see that for myself," Corva said with a tight smile.

Amaya could easily be right... or she and her sons could be missing something drastic. The latter might have a low probability, but it had a high severity. It still had to be investigated.

[badluck990]

Aloka returned with a first aid kit and another chair shoving both at her, "Sit down don't hover over them."

Amaya signed, "If you insist I cannot stop you I suppose. How much have you girls eaten in the time you are gone?"

"Not enough." Aloka said matter of factly, shoving a smoothie in Corva's free hand

[wolfeyedwitch]

Corva drank several quick swallows of the smoothie before setting it aside in favor of the first aid kit. She pulled the chair close to Andre's own seat and perched on the edge.

If this got more involved, she would need to scrub and glove up, but she had at least the tiniest sliver of hope that it wouldn't require that.

First, triage. She needed to assess whose injuries were worse and what needed tending immediately.

Andre's chest had burns, as he had said, though he had downplayed the severity. Several were edging towards second degree, and all would do best with at least some level of treatment. The ice pack had helped, but cool water would have been better.

Nothing was severe enough to require immediate intervention, though she made a note to ask for Andre's consent to siphon off the remaining magic. It wasn't much, but every little bit would help with her upcoming reconstruction project.

Thinking of which...

She turned her attention to Atlas and scooted the chair closer.

[badluck990]

"Really we're fine," Atlas insisted

Atlas was in fact fine, the magic had mostly backfired at Andre and the wall. Some minor burns on his finger tips no worse than touching a too hot plate, nothing compared to Andre.....or the wall.

Aloka watched her trying to figure out how to get her to calm down for more than 3 seconds.

[wolfeyedwitch]

Corva looked over Atlas quickly and nodded. "I don't know enough about your magic to know if your attempts made your horn injury any worse. Other than that, you do seem in good condition."

She pushed the chair back and grabbed the smoothie again. She forced herself to drink slowly rather than guzzle it down. After a moment, she asked, "Andre. May I have the remaining magic from your injury?"

And then she should excuse herself to the bathroom with the first aid kit. Now that she had done her triage assessment on the brothers, it turned out that the person highest on the priority list was herself.

[badluck990]

"My horns are fine, promise," Atlas assured but did feel at the undamaged one just be safe.

Andre wanted to adk how she planned on doing that, but had learned to just stop questioning anything Corva did by now, "Yeah go ahead, what do you need md to do."

"Finish taking care of your own needs first," Aloka insisted.

[wolfeyedwitch]

Corva ignored Aloka's words. She would take care of her own needs, but that could wait another moment. The magic remaining on Andre's burns was already faint, and would be nearly nonexistent by the time she finished her own treatment.

She reached out with one hand and made a beckoning motion. Small wisps of shadow separated from the magical injury and flew to her. When they touched her skin, they sank in like water absorbed into soil.

With that accomplished, she picked up the smoothie and drained it in one long swallow. She set down the glass and took a slow, deep breath.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll continue my treatment in the bathroom," she said as she reached for the first aid kit. "Although I may require your assistance for the more... inconveniently located injuries, Aloka."

[badluck990]

"How did you.." Atlas started to ask before Andre just shook his head.

With the magic gone the burn already looked a lot better, that being said Andre was reconsidering not questioning Corva anymore himself.

As for Corva's wounds, Aloka grabbed another smoothie, the first aid kit and fallowed her, "Don't gotta tell me twice."

[wolfeyedwitch]

Corva started stripping off her shirt as soon as Aloka closed the door behind them. She did it carefully, minimizing the stress to her injuries.

The bandages were past due to be changed. The amount of healing she'd put into her wounds wasn't enough for a two-day excursion without more treatment. Too late to do anything about that now, though.

"I can tend the wounds to my arms, and the exit wound of the impalement," she said as she began to peel off a bandage. "The entrance wound is trickier as it's on my back. If you would aid me with that, I would be grateful."

She could reach it if she had to, but it would cause undue stress to her other wounds.

[badluck990]

She ran a cloth under water, "I'm juet gonna clean it up and then wrap the bandages around a few times. Er- sorry, you know how this stuff works." She gently washed away any excess blood from the wound, "I usually explain things to paients at the hospital as I'm doing them, helps them keep calm with more serious stuff."

"And around a couple times...and there all tight and secure. Oh one more thing," she reached up grabbing a bottle from the shelf above the mirror, "Pain killers."

[wolfeyedwitch]

"The explanations are appreciated," Corva said. Was such a thing the standard here, or merely something Aloka did? It certainly hadn't been the standard where Corva spent her formative years.

She eyed the pill bottle warily as she began to clean and dress the remaining wounds. "What type of pain reliever is that? I cannot have anything that will cloud my senses."

(And if she was wary of just taking whatever pills were handed to her without any further questions? Well, she'd earned that wariness.)

[badluck990]

"Oh good, I thought I might be annoying you."

The label on the bottle of pink tablets was fully intact showing no signs of information being scratched off or covered.

"It's just extra strength ibuprofen, nothing strong enough to full take the pain away but enough to make it at least somewhat manageable. And I've never heard of it giving an sensory impairment."

She paused a moment, "I think I have a numbing gel in my room if it's that bad, but we should have put it on before the bandages."

[wolfeyedwitch]

"The numbing gel isn't necessary; this will be fine," Corva said, opening the bottle and shaking out two of the pills.

She swallowed them dry before she thought to add, "But thank you."

[badluck990]

She had been about to hand her the smoothie when she swallowed them dry, "Um, you're welcome. You should still make sure to wash 'em down."

No it wasn't the first time she'd someone dry swallow, she'd seen people at work do it all the time and hell her Dad did it sometimes. But it was just one of those things that bothered her no matter how many times she's seen it happen.

She passed her the bottle as she fallowed her out of the bathroom.

[wolfeyedwitch]

Corva drank more of the smoothie as she watched Aloka from the corner of her eye. What had she done to provoke that surge of disgust and annoyance?

Corva pushed it from her mind as they returned to the kitchen. Other things took precedence.

[draconym]

I've been in an evil mood for hours and I just discovered there was a piece of glitter stuck in my contact lens so I'm going to assume it was that the whole time and now the curse has been lifted.

[draconym]

yeah it was the eye glitter. I'm fine now.

[gardensandghosts]

What in the fuck did you possibly do to get hit with the modern day “shard of magical ice in eye that freezes your soul and makes you unable to recognize joy” curse? Like come back here that is literally how the fairytale goes, WHAT happened to you

[draconym]

Cast in a rock opera about vampires that is set in the 80s. There's a lot of glitter.

[powerburial]

[interdimensional-chaos]

CONSUME THE GUMMY COWARD