Sweet little Pinto Bean đ„ș I'm so obsessed with this girl, she is such a perfect little rat! Its been a while since I had a rat so obsessed with me since day 1, this girl loves anything you do with her and is very much a velcro rat who wants to be with you 24/7. And she loves to sleep cuddled up on my arm, its so sweet â€ïž
a lot of people assume psychosis hallucinations are super intense all-consuming horror movie shit like the memes about the hat man or always horrible debilitating things that make you dangerous to be around
but in my experience 95% of my hallucinations are getting spooked by very clearly hearing someone knocking on my door or calling my name from another room or hearing footsteps walking behind me which are "just" my brain recreating the horror of an abusive childhood
i *have* gotten the "bugs crawling all over me" hallucination once or twice though and yeah that one is exactly as terrible horrible as it sounds AUGH
(not trying to put you on blast specifically, you're just a good example to jump off of)
media and pop culture hypes up psychosis a lot as The Worst That Can Happen out of sanism, so even when you try and filter that cultural bias out you still assume it's based on something
when, no, psychosis is actually very simple: it's just hyperactive pattern matching. it's your brain's signal-to-noise ratio being off balance, it's seeing images in random static. it's not always this special uniquely big thing, it's in fact quite mundane a lot of the time.
no one is immune to psychosis, it's not purely the realm of the insane. anyone is one bad night of sleep or one bad case of food poisoning or one bad fever away from being just like me on my worst days.
and this, indeed, is why solidarity with the insane is so important: you, yes you too, are just one bad day from joining us, and no perceptions of being a "temporarily embarrassed sane person" will save you from the oppression of the psychiatric institution.
ppl are so annoying âyou canât paint ur bedroom pink youâre an adultâ i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as â14 year old girl purpleâ (through whatâs wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I donât know, even if theyâre not what I want as an adult). They didnât believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a âdark purpleâ, it would be âdepressingâ. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, âOh yeah, thatâs really pretty.â (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck âem, please yourself. Either theyâll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be âmatureâ about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that Iâm 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, Iâm just like âmarriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.â If they donât like it then they donât have to come to my wedding.
Iâm thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesnât mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
I have told this story before, and I will tell it again, because I am An Old now and repeating stories forever is our prerogative:
When I bought my house, the kitchen was multiple shades of dingy white. It was dismal, but it was now mine! So went to the hardware store for paint (well, several trips, painted swatches on panel, etc â Iâm very picky. But this was the final, ârealâ trip). It was a busy day in the paint section. There were at least five people behind me in line.
Now, remember, latex paint is slightly lighter and brighter when wet than it is when dry. And Iâd decided to paint my kitchen candy-apple red. The hardware store employee took my gallon off the Paint Jiggler and cracked it open to put a dab on the top, revealing the most incredibly deep pink, and behind me I hear the entire line of people say,
âOh my god.â
âŠin perfect chorus.
I did not realize up until that moment that shocking a crowd of strangers with my paint color choices was a life goal, but at that moment I felt an absolutely overwhelming sense of achievement.
When I first moved into my place, I painted the spare room, that eventually became my office, lime green, the kind of lime green that glows down the corridor when I open the door - The colour was only available as an âaccent colourâ in the section of paints intended for childrenâs playrooms, and in the shop I got a lot of âOh your son will love this!â And from people I knew I got a lot of âOh well, youâre 21 now, youâre basically a teenager, this is a terrible idea, youâll hate it and need to pull out all the furniture to repaint it.â And I have to report that I am now in my forties and my office still looks like this, and it makes me smile every time I see it.
not decorating trends; those have always existed. but the idea that color and decoration is inherently childish
this is the dining room at the Eustis Estate in Milton, Massachusetts, from 1878 (where I used to work, briefly). the walls are TEXTURED MICA SHIMMER on a green background. Adult Space For Adults!
A jewelry shop in Paris c. 1901. kids canât buy jewelry!
who can forget the classic 1950s colorful bathroom? Iâm not a huge fan, but still! adult space! bright colors; decorative designs!
meanwhile âyouâre immature if you like Art Nouveauâ is a hot take Iâve really, seriously seen on this webbed site (only once, thank the gods). I donât know who started this, but Iâm going to kill them
I think a lot of it stems from the ubiquitous Waterhouse prints that were sold on college campuses for 20 years. like why would I get a free pass if it were Monet instead Western culture is stupid. The entire point of being an adult is breakfast for dinner and cake for breakfast and dying with the most toys.
The examples of decorated homes above are both either modern or upper class, which makes it easy to dismiss because âsure the rich people have beautiful homesâ and âsure, modern middle-class people have lots of color in their homes.â
So hereâs two examples of traditional Norwegian farmhouse interiors. You know. The kinds of places peasants live in.
This type of painting is called ârosemalingâ and today you usually find it on, like, carved wooden bowls and such that are only used for decoration. But back two centuries ago, it was very common to find the interiors of homes covered in it, in projects that were painted little by little over the decades. Because itâs beautiful to look at, paint is the cheapest way of decorating your house, and what else are you going to do on the long winter nights when itâs too dark and cold to work outdoors?
But mostly, they did it because it made them happy, and it was beautiful.
Listen, I've had eight major fandoms and at least five minor ones in my multi-decades participation in fandom. Most of this time was spent as a shipper (primarily slash). Most of these were not canon ships; they relied entirely on subtext. I've been around the block more than a few times, in other words.
I enjoy it; I love subtext. Watching like a hawk for anything that could be taken as "evidence," analyzing everything done and said, sharing squees with other fans... But the thing is, I consciously chose to interpret the characters like that. Yes, they had chemistry (I wouldn't be into them if they didn't), but I also had no trouble accepting that their interactions could be interpreted platonically. Or at least most of their interactions. Even where the actors themselves acknowledged potential. I saw it because I wanted to. Because it was fun. Because the two characters would absolutely make a great couple.
Even Starsky and Hutch (yeah, I said it!), even them. Maybe they're platonic life partners. I could see that if I squint, although they do come the closest to stretching plausible deniability to breaking.
Do you sense where I'm going with this?
Out of every ship I've ever shipped, it's only Sonny and Rico that I'm incapable of seeing in any other way. I'm sorry. I doubt I'll ever be able to see either of them with anyone else (unless the endgame is C/T or it's a casual threesome situation). They belong together. Period. They've been in love for years. There is no plausible deniability. They are OBVIOUS. The flirting, the winking, the jealousy... Rico says the L word and Sonny promptly marries a woman he's known for a couple of days? Give me a break! There is no other explanation for the shit that goes on with them. I could go on and on, but if you're a fan of the show, I'm preaching to the choir. If not, maybe you should give it a watch. It's got this old slasher's seal of approval. đ
No, they aren't living happily-ever-after; they've been running from it for five years. That, frankly, makes it more obvious. Metas have been written about this. It's so obvious that I still can't, even after 30+ years, wrap my head around the fact that they weren't one of the top ships in fandom.
Maybe it's just me who's that much of a diehard, but for me, these two are different from all the others I've shipped before. I can't help it. That's just the way it is.
Hello everyone. I hate to do this. But my insurance does not cover an echocardiogram and I got the estimate for how much Iâll need to pay. $3,200. With a minimum down payment of $1000 something, or 50%. So uh.
Ven is Coda-K-10 if anyone wants to chip in, anything at all. I really need to find out if my heart is structurally ok. I have a job but donât make enough to save up to that. I love you
Also hereâs payp
Go to paypal.me/Codak11 and type in the amount. Since itâs PayPal, it's easy and secure. Donât have a PayPal account? No worries.
Still very much need help with this sorry.. financial aid isnât working out and I was thinking of just canceling this scan but I almost passed out yesterday several times and had shit visibly off with my circulation..
Real human person needs real help, he is cool, he is my homie, please help if you got some extra bucks laying around, because USAmerican health insurance is a shitshow.
the replacement of websites with apps sounds so backwards when you actually describe it. like hmm you have to download an entire program onto your device each time you want access to a portal, where it takes up storage indefinitely. somebody should invent an app where you can "browse" any portal just by typing in its address... đ„Ž
the place I work at remodeled these split gendered restrooms into âinclusive restroomsâ and never told us what they meant while construction was ongoing. I need you to know every atom of potential criticism or whining that couldâve happened disappeared when people found out this meant we got 10 fully separate private bathrooms with sinks inside. Iâve not heard a single person crack a joke about the inclusive signage. this is the world TERFs are trying to steal from you
This is called a "superloo" and terfs are actively trying to steal this from you, in the UK they changed bathroom regulations to mean new buildings have to prioritise gendered toilets rather than build superloos.
This also upset a lot of architects and designers who like the superloos. They're also typically more like small rooms rather than having doors you can look under.
I have a friend who was strongly against inclusive bathrooms because he felt that âbathroom stalls are already really exposed due to how theyâre constructed, so no wonder women donât want men in the same bathrooms as themâ and when I pointed out that we could just⊠build better bathrooms⊠with less exposed stalls, he got really quiet and then said âhonestly that sounds so much better, but there must be some problem with building them like that, because otherwise wouldnât we already be doing it?â BESTIE we are. WE ARE. Old-style bathrooms are cheaply made, poorly designed, and all around bad. Havenât you noticed that menâs restrooms rooms get weirdly sticky? Havenât you noticed that womenâs restrooms end up with giant lines? This is because these rooms are architecturally awful. And we can do better now, because we know more! And we are!!! People are actively designing better bathrooms that address known problems, and guess what: those bathrooms are âinclusiveâ in the same way that curb-cuts are inclusive. It doesnât matter if the ramp was built for a wheelchair or a stroller; it doesnât matter if the bathrooms were designed specifically for gender inclusivity or just because fall-apart-if-you-sneeze-on-them metal stall dividers with giant ass peek gaps suck. We can in fact improve our built environment to better meet our needs. Stop cutting off your nose to spite your face; stop settling for less just because someone else might also enjoy it.
Seattle's SEA-TAC airport has an all gender restroom that's a row of about a dozen fully enclosed separated little rooms that lock, with a shared bank of sinks and it's great. Love it. Lot of very strange encounters at the sinks, feels odd the first few times! But people laugh it off almost instantly. Because it's not actually a big deal to share a sink.
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