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i need people on this website to stop being scared of the n word like i seriously need white people especially on this website to stop being scared of following black people who say nigga or songs that say nigga or movies or books or essays or whatever.
like why is it that it is easier for some of you on this website to become acclimated to the queer people around you reclaiming slurs like faggot or dyke but as soon as a black blogger has the GALL to say nigga you start getting scared because for some weird reason the concept of someone around you using a word they have the right to use and you do not scares you? GROW UP
to be honest i think some of you are just afraid of someone around you using a word that very bluntly makes you think about the fact that you (YES YOU, WHITE PERSON!) descend from people that benefitted off of killing and raping and exploiting black people on a mass scale (and this goes for non-american white people too i have no idea why people from european countries do not think this applies to them. my grandparents were born in an english colony... when it was still a colony!!!!! there are places that are still being colonized RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!)
When I was younger I didn’t get the point that a “would you rather” question is supposed to be a difficult choice I thought it was a game where the asker tried to guess what the person was going to say so I would always say super easy would you rather questions (like “would you rather live in a treehouse or the sewers” things like that) and I would give myself mental points for guessing correctly
Anyway does anyone else have a similar story if so when did you find out you were neurodivergent I was 15 and then again at 17
7 years old I was in a timed exam. The teacher told us that talking isn't allowed while exams were out. I didn't have a pencil, so in a panic, I pretended to write the exam, trying to use my fingernail to carve the answers onto the paper because I was afraid that if I just sat there, the teacher would notice and would approach me, and I was even more horrified to tell the teacher I needed a pencil because my brain kept broadcasting "⚠️🚨ASKING ＝ TALKING ＝ NOT ALLOWED🚨⚠️" the whole time. Even after time was up, I handed in my exam like I had just finished jogging the old noggin. I got a zero for the exam and then yelled at for not being prepared and not asking for a pencil.
unsure if this fits as a story, but one time in kindergarten I wrote the alphabet with a lowercase e at the end because of the silent e rule. I was smart, but…boy howdy
luckily I didn’t get scolded for it or anything, my teacher just found it a little amusing and had to reassure me that there wasn’t, in fact, a silent e after every letter of the alphabet (I just wanted to make sure!)
a fact that's not talked about often is that anyone with an estrogenized body can and will experience a period. no one specific organ is necessary to be able to experience a period and the related symptoms, you just need enough estrogen in your body. it is most certainly okay to call your symptoms what they are, even if you don't experience any bleeding. please be sure to treat yourself with the kindness and care you deserve while you go through this.
me: wow! After over a decade of social isolation I can’t wait to go out, get a job, and socialize with my peers! I can’t wait for the day I can have coworkers and be friends with them, and have real life friends again!
the world: don’t befriend your coworkers. Never befriend your coworkers. They aren’t your friends. Neither are neighbors, family, and classmates! Never befriend them, they WILL use it against you later.
mainly because of the internet addiction I had since I was 7.
Like, okay, that may not be fully the cause but it mainly started out that way
I remember, vividly, walking into the kitchen, to the fridge, feeling like I was in one of my video games, and I remember telling my family members about it because I thought it was cool! It was a cool feeling!!
but now..?
Thanks to vyvanse and caffeine hypersensitivity, I wound up getting a derealization episode bad enough that it basically sealed my fate forever. I thought nothing was real, I knew I was being irrational but it felt like I was in a dream because of how present I was.
I was aware of myself, too aware of myself, and sure maybe it once again is just “too much internet” but god it was distressing. And now? Oh, now!
earlier today, I didn’t feel in control of myself. I knew it was me, it was my actions and my words that were being spoken..but I also felt like I was watching myself in spectator mode, interacting with the world.
i didn’t have a fix for it, grounding techniques DO NOT WORK for me, I’m forced to distract myself and sit it out. But for that hour or two, I was in purgatory. Hell, writing this is triggering it as well. Sigh.
Either way, I need to get it checked out because I really do think I might have it, the only thing that placates it is being online most of the day; otherwise nothing feels real, and I am not.
First and foremost, it helps to know a billionaire. The rich don’t have to worry about pesky things like taxes or having a human soul. Instead, they have so much money that they can typically buy themselves out of any problem.
However, if society collapses during an apocalypse, there is a very good chance that money will have little-to-no value. So why should one make friends with a billionaire? No, it’s not because they might have a bunker or a rocket ship to potentially escape the end times.
They’re a food source. Obviously!
Ever heard of the phrase eat the rich? By making friends with a billionaire pre-apocalypse, it’ll help ingratiate yourselves into their lives. And once the end of the world occurs, you will have a reliable source of food in the form of the billionaire. While cannibalism should never be considered as a tactic in normal times, these aren’t normal times and billionaires don’t count as people and therefore, can be cooked and/or grilled until the meat is to your liking. Add a little ketchup or steak sauce that you’ve sourced from a shady man living in an abandoned supermarket and voila! You’ll have a meal fit for a king. Don’t worry about the moral implications: billionaires have little value outside of the nutrients they can provide, and no one will miss them because they are all terrible.
2. It’s a…Black Hole? WTF even is that?
You may have heard that the world is ending via a rogue black hole that has made its way to our galaxy. Bummer, huh? The odds of such a thing occurring are staggering. One in a trillion! You should buy a lottery ticket!
Much is unknown about black holes. Are they a vast destructive force in which no living thing has a hope for survival? Probably, yes!
But what if that wasn’t the only thing they could do?
What if the black hole was a wormhole that led to another galaxy and/or dimension? What should you do to prepare should the Earth not be destroyed and is instead transported to another corner of the galaxy or universe?
To be quite honest, nothing. There is nothing you can do. On the minuscule chance that the Earth is magically*** transported to another galaxy, chances are that you will not survive the journey as your body would be ripped apart down to a molecular level across space and time. But it’s fun to think about, isn’t it? Nothing, not even the heat death of the universe, can stop imagination! Until you die, that is.
***the word “magically” is used in this scenario because the math involved is too hard to explain. Don’t worry; I know all the math. Which is why you can trust me when I say math and magic are pretty much the same thing.
3. Make an Apocalypse Buddy!
It helps to have someone by your side during an apocalyptic event. Not a billionaire, of course, as they are food. Rather, you will want someone you can trust, someone who won’t stab you in the back and betray you to a post-apocalyptic motorcycle gang in exchange for cans of pinto beans.
If the apocalypse is a known event happening in the near future, consider placing a personal ad in your local newspaper (if one still exists). The ad should be short and to the point. Consider the following example:
SEEKING A BUDDY FOR GOOD TIMES!
YOU:
--must be fit (this will help to ensure your buddy is in tip-top shape!)
--must be over 30 and under 60 (an age range allows for no misunderstandings!)
--must have face/body pics (to make sure you’re not being catfished by a twenty-two-year-old twink!)
ME:
--can host (this will let any potential buddy know you have a safe house!)
--versatile (this proves you are capable in any situation!)
--eight inches (this shows you can measure!)
Once you and your buddy have met, size them up. Ask them questions like “Do you have a problem with eating a billionaire?” or “Have you ever played the video game series Fallout? This is sort of like that. Yeah, the TV show counts.”
If they do not look like they described or they are unable/unwilling to partake in the flank steak of a man with too much money, that’s okay! Everyone else is probably already scrambling for their lives, so chances are this is as best as it’s going to get. But just think!
At least you don’t have to do it alone.
And isn’t that the most important thing? I think so.
Remember: have fun, fuck ICE, and see you on the other side!
So, I have an agere sideblog. SFW agere. And I’m only posting this on my main so my other blog remains a safespace.
PLEASE block this guy. He messaged me like this, and his account is NSFW. He may try to contact other regressors. Block, report, whatever. This is the first time this has happened to me— on my first POST on there nonetheless! I saw this while regressed and I genuinely felt grossed out to the MAX.
okay look. I have no issues with child safety caps, I think the basic ones are fine!
but
why are you making me do a fucking ENRICHMENT PUZZLE MADE FOR CATS AND DOGS TO GET MY GODDAMN PAINKILLERS. IM IN PAIN AND I CANT OPEN THE IBUPROFEN BECAUSE THE LID IS SO GODDAMN COMPLICATED.
So, Cheeseburger died on November 21st after an unfairly short battle with an unfairly rare cancer that is rarely seen in cats. I only got to spend a month with him after his diagnosis, and losing him has been the greatest heartbreak of my entire life so far. He was my best friend and my soul cat, and he was there for me when I was completely alone, for twelve long years.
I made this transparent PNG the night he died in preparation for one of the many ways I was going to memorialize him--a surface rug in his likeness that I planned on laying directly in the line of his favourite sunbeam. And I uploaded that PNG here, because this is the website where people post their cats.
I was not expecting the reception I got. Many people have pointed out that this post has more reblogs than likes, and how insane that is in 2025 when reblog culture is at an all time low. I didn't even talk about the fact that Burger passed away in the original post, it wasn't a tearjerker reblog bait or anything like that. People just loved Burger that much, in the same way I fell in love with him at first sight. He was such an ugly kitten.
Anyways, it's really special to me that so many people have reblogged my best friend. I made this PNG to memorialize him in a completely different way, and you all wound up doing just that in ways I never even imagined.
Thank you. Wherever he is, I know the sun is shining.
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