Shout-out to aromantic people whose lives are so fucking busy that they periodically forget what day of the week it is. today is Wednesday, June 5th. Happy Aromantic Visibility Day.
when the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one 🌞 🥰 and the sunshine one doesn't appreciate that kind of condescension from someone who holds everyone else in the world to rigorous intellectual scrutiny 👀🔥👀 and the grumpy one low key thinks the sunshine one is a lil morally bankrupt and self obsessed for maintaining the facade even when acknowledgment of struggle and negativity is necessary for constructive change 🤭 😌 and they get divorced. they get divorced. 🧑⚖️❌
interesting how, in the realm of fiction, there are some morally reprehensible behaviors that are "acceptable" for someone's character to have, and some that wait a minute post canceled. My cat who doesn't like cuddles just settled directly into my lap for the first time in the 10 years I've known her
i think avoidance is such a little-recognized ocd compulsion. all the time i talk to people with ocd who are like "i was always having intrusive thoughts about using kitchen knives and harming myself or others but i'm okay now because i just stopped using knives ever 👍 so i'm good now"
if you don't know why this doesn't work, the issue is that ocd never stops when you implement a compulsion. it evolves. today you've "solved" it by never using a knife again (and losing access to an important cooking tool, thus limiting an aspect of your life) but in a few months or a year it'll be that forks are dangerous too. and hey, isn't it risky to use the stove? avoidance will even begin to manifest in places you might not recognize.
the point is that OCD compulsions are never solutions, they're actually the problems. the intrusive thoughts SEEM like the problem and the compulsions FEEL like the solution. and that's how it getsya.
last night I had the experience of "referencing a tumblr post that you think is widely known but turns out to not be as widely known as you thought it was" last night and it was this post. whatever. go my scallops
Non-binary people can't use they/them because they're only one person. Non-binary people can't use it/its because it's dehumanizing. Non-binary people can't use neopronouns because they're too confusing. Non-binary people can't use he/him and/or she/her because that's not gender neutral. Non-binary people can't use no pronouns because that's too hard to use.
No matter what pronouns a non-binary person uses somebody will get mad at them.
bumped into my neighbor who told me about how when she was mowing she found a praying mantis and while pointing it out to a another neighbor ran into a group of 4 men and also asked if they wanted to see and they enthusiastically agree
so, she takes them to see it and notices that these men are almost giddy over this bug so she starts asking questions and turns out they are from various African countries, are scientists travelling on some sort of research grant, and one of them in particular is specialist in insects and they were all just on their way to their Air B&B
like. Imagine you arrive in this foreign country to study its local bugs, you get off the plane and start walking to where you are staying, and some old lady stops you and is all "hey! Come look at our local bug!"
Can everyone who makes video content do a Deaf bitch a favor? Watch your shit with the captions on and the sound off, and then do another round of editing to fix things including but not limited to:
Captions cover the spot on the screen you put the information I need
The dialogue is captioned but not the song you have playing that the dialogue is responding to
You only captioned the person on the screen, not the person off screen who is also talking
No captioning of critical sound effects (alarms, bells, dogs barking, etc)
Speakers are not labelled at moments where it is not clear on the screen who is talking.
Captions cover the spot on the screen that you put the information I need!
Other d/Deaf people welcome to add.
This post brought to you by the fifth video tutorial I could not follow because the bad, auto-generated captions covered what I was trying to watch today.
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Unofficial amkhi fan server is doing a spArk week and I am making an attempt to participate for once in my life. I'm doing a collection of drabbles set in a soulmate au for every day but uh it's not all written out so... pray for me.
Iwol's pov is in first person, every other pov will be in third
DAY 1 - Iwol / pool / fate
"Is Noona's mark okay?" was the first thing I asked the doctor.
The doctor's eyebrows furrowed and Noona quickly elaborated, "We're soulmates. My mark is on his back."
"Ah, right, I did notice the butterfly. It's pretty." The doctor smiled when I nodded seriously. It was the prettiest mark on my body so I was ready to cry if it was ruined, but the doctor said, "You came in quickly so as long as you take care of your injury properly, the scarring should be minimal. Your noona's mark will look just fine."
I sighed with deep relief and sat back as Noona spoke to the doctor about wound care. Thank goodness. The injury would heal but Noona's mark… If anything had happened to it… No, I would be very careful.
Soon, Noona and I left the hospital. At this hour Mom and Dad might have already left for the night but just to be safe, Noona took me to a late-night cafe. She quizzed me on what the doctor said earlier to make sure I had been listening—like I wouldn't when taking care of her mark was so important—and an hour later we headed home.
Mom and Dad's car was gone, so we entered with less hesitance than usual. Of course it was still a messinside, they wouldn't have bothered to clean up after themselves. Noona started to move things back to where they should be and shooed me away when I tried to help. "You'll pull the stitches if you move around too much," she scolded, herding me to our room without touching my back. "How did you already forget what I quizzed you on earlier? Just rest, it'll only take me a few minutes."
I sulked but obediently went inside, and once Noona had cleaned up and come back, we went to sleep.
In the morning Noona checked my back. Everything looked fine and she reminded me again to be careful, to which I nodded dutifully.
Just as she was telling me that I could put my shirt back on, she paused.
"Noona?" I said, puzzled.
Her hand gently brushed the back of my neck, shifting a lock of hair. Then Noona said, "You have another soulmark."
"What?!"
Inordinately pleased, Noona added, "That makes six now."