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currentlycryingaboutlancelot

fully sober in the club googling iliad full text

fawnblooms

Trashed off my ass in the library with a hardback copy of the iliad

i-am-a-fish

I hope you get your favorite food this week and your favorite drink and your favorite 2k dollars

i-am-a-fish

I'm sorry there's no magic in this post I'm just talking. I hope good stuff happens to people online I hope good things happen to all of us

gusterr

Episode 08

#the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #TADC

nikkiaart

The gang goes to New York

#tadc #the amazing digital circus

0kame-san

The amazing dream circus🎪👁️👁️

I can't wait to see the new episode, but I'm also scared…….

#art #tadc #the amazing digital circus #dreamcore

3hkowalski

Just leaving a little star right here ⭐

you can claim it after ep8…

UPDATE: THIS AGED BADLY

#tadc #caine #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

if I wrote a dystopian novel where the corrupt evil megacorporation that controls society has a fucking smirk for a logo, my editor would tell me to use a less heavy-handed metaphor

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

and yet

twinkiefairy

I love this because if I were to write a literary novel in the Western cannon that described the image of an apple with a chunk bitten off, any high school English student would tell you it is a Bible reference meant to represent the source of all evil and downfall of humanity and YET

i-am-a-fish

If you're not comfy right now, please do whatever it may take to get yourself more comfortable. If you're hungry, please eat. If you're tired, please rest. If there's something you want that only you can do for yourself, then push yourself to build up the strength you need to get it done. Listening to what your body is telling you, and taking whatever steps are needed to feel better is always worth that time and effort. Ideally, I hope you get to spend as much of your life as possible in a state of being comfortable

furryprovocateur

to this day this is still the most accurate third party interpretation of bugs bunny

orpheuslament

Introduction to The Iliad, Emily Wilson

theconcealedweapon

Police Officer: "Just obey us and we won't kill you."

Logical Person: "You're monsters."

Police Officer: "Who taught you that propaganda? CNN? Liberal college professors?"

Logical Person: "No, you did. You just said that you kill people for disobedience. It's common sense that only a monster would do that."

#acab #fuck the police #police brutality

emily-jades

jacksepticeye says FUCK ICE

therealjacksepticeye

Just to avoid any confusion, I mean it exactly as it sounds.

Fuck anyone who preys on minorities and vulnerable groups.

elfchewtoy

in a world where a prominent branch of anti-trans activism focuses on fearmongering about "parents' rights," trans rights and youth rights become inextricable.

trans kids deserve to be called the right pronouns and the right name by schools and doctor's offices, regardless of "parental consent." trans kids deserve to undergo the right puberty at the same time as their cis peers, regardless of "parental consent."

the very concept of "parents' rights" is a smokescreen that enables the abuse and dehumanization of children by adults. this is bad for cis kids, too.

floodpool

I am very much trans, but I was also a sickly child. I won’t get into all the details but for example I have moderate severity asthma. At this point in my life I need to take medication twice every day for my asthma in order to breathe as well as someone who doesn’t have asthma. If I do not do this my blood oxygen level is around 90%-92% depending on the season and the air quality. This is comparable to someone who has COPD and might be at least part time on oxygen.

I was never treated for my asthma until I was almost an adult. The inciting event is that I was seventeen I got sick. Like. I caught a cold and then the flu and then another cold and so on. I was sick for something like four consecutive months. Just coughing, sneezing, achy, fatigued, and my throat was so sore I could barely talk. For four months. And then one day I had an asthma attack. It was bad. I couldn’t stand without almost blacking out. Even sitting down I couldn’t breathe and talk at the same time. Between breaks where I was gasping for breath, I explained to my mom what was happening to me. That I needed to go to the hospital. I needed to see someone NOW. It wasn’t something she could put off anymore, it was urgent. I was seventeen and suffocating in my own body, legitimately afraid I would die and too oxygen deprived to help myself. She said no. I threatened to call the ambulance myself. She grabbed my cellphone out of my hand. She told me I was making it up and that the doctor wouldn’t help. I would still have to drive myself to school and I needed to stop complaining.

It took me telling her that I had already informed multiple friends and they were threatening to both call an ambulance and report her to CPS for her to cave, and the entire time she was disparaging and criticizing me. I saw the doctor, I was diagnosed with asthma, I was prescribed an inhaler. Then, still gasping for breath, I had to fight to be allowed to go pick up that inhaler. It cost less than $20 with the insurance I was on, and I paid for it myself. It wasn’t about money. It had never been about money. I used that inhaler and took my first clear breath in months. I got better. I wasn’t sick anymore. She never apologized.

That was one of many medical neglect induced near-death experiences I have had, and every time I hear about “parents rights” I remember how many people I had who wanted to help me and couldn’t. Teachers, friends, trusted adults in extra curriculars, and parents of friends all had to sit and watch for months as I got sicker and sicker. Had to sit with the fact that every time I disappeared from school I may not come back because they knew that even on my deathbed I would never see the inside of a hospital. All because my mother’s right to choose for her child was more important than my right to live without suffering. So I’m a bit leery of parents rights over children’s rights.