She's being so big and brave.

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She's being so big and brave.
Two posts from me about the exact same game. The first one is Facebook, and says, "When I need to go online and use wiki's to complete the first quest in an MMO, a quest which is to find NPC's in the starting area who explain game systems, it is obvious to me that the game isn't trying hard enough to deserve my time, even for free."
The second one is from Bluesky and says, "The next time I say I am going to try out a game that's been around forever, is widely loved, and has a huge, dedicated player base, could somebody just please either beat or fuck me to death instead? It would be more pleasant than my recent experiences." I feel like both accurately describe my experiences, with the first one specially tailored for the fact that my mom uses Facebook.
I love this text post so I drew it
When I get blood samples at work sometimes they’re still warm from being imminently inside the patient’s veins and my hands are always cold because all the labs Ive work in are in the basement and they keep it kinda cold for whatever reason (and I’m also just a chilly kid).
And I clutch the little warm tubes of blood and feel this sick person warming my hands and I think about how kind you might be and how I wish I could hold your hand and how badly, how really really badly, I want you to get better and stay warm and hold someone’s hand again.
And anyway sometimes it’s better to not think so vividly about the people I’m doing tests for. I’m a good little cog in a vast machine of people all trying to heal and cure, and my cog feels so fucking small sometimes. But I hope the blood I prepare for you helps you breathe better and laugh and wake up feeling well rested.
We’ve never met but you warmed my hands and I want you to know I love you and I’m rooting for you.
god, this is so sweet
Part of me is actually comforted when I see that I have a new follower on this mostly dead blog, and it is a porn bot. No matter how many times this place gets sold, no matter how many times the rules change, Tumblr will always Tumblr.
Actually I love that Tolkien decided to include Tom Bombadil. What an amazingly unhinged decision. Literally 5 minutes out of the Shire Merry & Pippin almost get eaten by a sentient evil willow tree but there's just Some Guy who's In Charge of the trees and tells it to let them out. He's older than elves and the river is his wife. Also he's immune to the ring, the thing that the preceding 120 pages and following 800 pages are entirely about and he literally never shows up again. Everyone's like "oh he's God" and Tolkien was like NO he's not God he's literally just a Guy and I don't know what he's doing there either he just wants to be. Incredible. No notes.
Grabs you by the shoulders
He’s Sauron’s foil.
He’s a really important character. You gotta, you gotta listen to me. Just because he doesn’t advance the plot-
Wait, no, that’s exactly it!
Bombadil doesn’t advance plots.
He has no desire; no designs on the world.
You cannot tempt him with power. He has no reason to fear anything within his borders, lacks for nothing, and has no reason to leave. He delights in the world with no desire to change it.
Tolkien didn’t answer the question of who Bombadil is because that answer is embedded in the core narrative.
Tom Bombadil is the Anti-Sauron. He’s the philosophical foil to the ideas Sauron embodies.
Very important guy. Just, you know. Doesn’t do much adventuring.
The danger of scrolling your blog back too far
Lols, so I was scrolling my Tumblr looking for a meme I made like 11 years ago, and it took a long ass time because I've been on this damned website for way too many years. Anyway, looking at my blog timeline backwards was a real trip, cause it was like watching myself become progressively dumber and dumber the further I went. Not only are there posts where I said very nice things about the partner who had me trapped in an abusive relationship for a decade and even intentionally ruined my first attempt to quit drinking so they could keep controlling me, but I went far back enough to the ages when I had a positive view of JK Rowling. I even saw a post where I proudly proclaimed my fucking Hogwarts house. It was kinda depressing, now that I think about it.
in times of hardship, Silent Bob lays a hand on my shoulder, and I understand that's it time to change the bong water.
i spent all day on this
you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
happy pride, family. i love every single one of you
when i wrote this post, i didn't expect very many people to read it. i figured it wasn't the kind of thing people liked to read and reblog, but it was late at night, and i was remembering this person, and i was crying, and i had to write it out. so i did.
to this day no other post gets sent to me so often by friends who have encountered it as a repost on some other site. the idea that more than one hundred thousand people have read these words, and know this story now, and maybe feel as i did, is tremendously humbling and unbearably beautiful to me. even by accident, even just passing on a story that is not my own, i often think that it is the best thing i have ever done.
happy pride, family.
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I will always reblog this.
I once spent three hours scouring the internet to find this comic again, I will not let that be repeated.
when I was younger I didn’t understand why “may you live in interesting times” was considered a curse in ancient greece.
I get it now.
doesn’t get much more interesting than this
I don’t know how many boys follow me, but I gotta bet there’s some. I just wanna tell y’all to be careful.
Abusive girls exist and what they’re doing is seen as like “badass tough don’t take no shit” but your girl should not hit you. Ever.
She should not demand for you to hand over your phone to look through.
She should not yell at you and humiliate you either alone or in front of people.
She shouldn’t make you distance yourself from your friends or family.
She shouldn’t scratch you or twist your arms.
She should not call you names.
She shouldn’t tell you ‘she’ll kill herself if you break up’
These are just a few examples of abuse and it’s just seen as okay when girls do it and god knows I’ve fallen victim to it a few times, but you shouldn’t have to.
Never worry about not being in a relationship. If they’re worth it, they won’t hurt you.
No one has the right to hurt you.
I wish someone had told me that these things are actually abuse. I would have been able to escape my ex so much sooner. Reblogging to help other people in similar situations
🚨PSA🚨
My stepmom was extremely abusive to my dad, using these tactics
It was dismissed by others as her “being a strong and independent woman”
For the love of God don’t take this shit. Break it off immediately
For the love of God
don’t take this shit. Break it off
immediately
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Anyone can be abusive, no matter their gender. If you’re in this situation, it’s not your fault. You don’t deserve it, and they’re not the only person who will ever want you. There are people who want to help you, and you will find something better.
When you actually have to do the job you applied for after lying about how capable and great you are on your résumé
One of these days, I'm sure I'll write a really inspirational post about going to rehab and how much better life is now that I've been sober for over 2 years, and how I never thought I'd even be alive today. Someday I'll write a big long post about not being able to work for months on end because my self medicating my anxiety and depression with alcohol just turned them into things that happened nonstop unless I was drunk. I'm sure I'll get around to talking about drinking a 6 pack of 11% ABV beer to wash down a pint of 40% ABV whiskey every night, and doing it on an empty stomach since, in the immortal words of Sam Vimes, "Food makes me sick." I'll talk about the crying and the ideation and the death spiral I was in before going to the top of a mountain in New Hampshire for two months in 2022, where I stayed in a place where the gates are always locked and very understanding medical professionals helped me save my life and charged my insurance well over $100k. I've no doubt that there will be words involved about how lucky I was that I had insurance that covered it at all, being an American, land of medical bankruptcy, sin shaming addicts, and death by poverty. I don't think I have that post in me right now. I'm just glad to be alive. I'm glad that the worst I feel in the morning is tired, unless I am sick, and then it is the fault of the flu or whatever I have. So, until that mythical day where I have an inspirational post, don't give up. I love you.
Like zoinks scoob I look just like buddy holly
Ruh Roh Rand I’m Rary Ryler Roore
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You know who else doesnt care what they say about us anyway?