Support all gnc men not just the ones you find attractive or fashionable.
Alright so, I’m all moved in, things are good buuuut I am poor and can’t work (draw) for my keep since I don’t have a workstation just yet. Spent the last of my money on something I need to get that set up. Namely, an ergonomic chair that doesn’t cause me pain and make me leggies go numb.
So, asking for a tiny bit of help to be able to Instacart some groceries. Hopefully enough to last me a couple of weeks. Maybe like $75 at best?
any help is appreciated
Rick rolling is about saving lives 🏡🏡😍😍
This is actually a thing in computer science, it’s called the Rick Astley Effect.
“Pansexuality is biphobic, go read the bisexual manifesto!” The. The bisexual manifesto. Published by the Bay Area Bi+ & Pan Network.
The bisexual manifesto ain’t some panphobic Bible and yall really need to stop fucking acting like it is.
Roy Mustang at some point, probably:
Ed gives him the mug as a joke (and as an attack cof cof) but it unironically becomes his favorite mug bc he’s insufferable 😆
(my justification is that I’m working on a big drawing that’s driving me insane, so take this shitpost for today lol)
So let’s talk about the Lost Generation.
This is the generation that came of age during WWI and the 1918 flu pandemic. They witnessed their world collapse in the first war that spread around the globe, and they – in retrospect, optimistically – called it the “war to end all wars”. And that war was a quagmire. The trenches on the Western Front were notoriously awful, unsanitary and cold and wet and teeming with sickness, and bloody battles were fought to gain or lose a few feet of territory, and all because a series of alliances caused one assassination in one unstable area to spiral into a brutal large-scale war fought on the ground by people who mostly had no personal stake in the outcomes and gained nothing from winning.
On some of the worst-hit battlefields, the land is still too toxic for plant growth.
And on the heels of this horrific war, a pandemic struck. It’s often referred to as “the Spanish flu” because Spain was neutral in the war, and so was the first country to admit that their people were dropping like flies. By the time the warring countries were willing to face the disease, it was far too late to contain it.
Anywhere from 50 to 100 million people worldwide would die from it. 675,000 were in the US.
But once it was finally contained – anywhere from a year to a year and a half later – the 20s had begun, and they began roaring.
Hedonism abounded. Alcohol flowed like water in spite of Prohibition. Music and dance and art fluorished. It was the age of Dadaism, an artistic movement of surrealism, absurdism, and abstraction. Women’s skirts rose and haircuts shortened in a flamboyant rejection of the social norms of the previous decades. It was a time of glitter and glamour and jazz and flash, and (save for the art that was made) it was mostly skin deep.
Everyone stumbled out of the war and pandemic desperate to forget the horrific things they’d seen and done and all that they’d lost, and lost for nothing.
Reality seemed so pointless. It’s not a coincidence that the two codifiers of the fantasy genre – J.R.R. Tolkein and C.S. Lewis – both fought in WWI. In fact, they were school friends before the war, and were the only two of their group to return home. Tolkein wanted to rewrite the history of Europe, while Lewis wanted to rebuild faith in the escape from the world.
(There’s a reason Frodo goes into the West: physically, he returned to the Shire, but mentally, he never came back from Mordor, and he couldn’t live his whole life there. There’s a reason three of the Pevensies can never let go of Narnia: in Narnia, unlike reality, the things they did and fought for and believed in actually mattered, were actually worth the price they paid.)
It’s also no coincidence that many of the famous artists of the time either killed themselves outright or let their vices do them in. The 20s roared both in spite of and because of the despair of the Lost Generation.
It was also the era of the Harlem Renaissance, which came to the feelings of alienation and disillusionment from a different direction: there was a large migration of Black people from the South, many of whom moved to the Harlem neighborhood of New York City. Obviously, the sense of alienation wasn’t new to Black people in America, but the cultural shift allowed for them to publicly express it in the arts and literature in ways that hadn’t been open to them before.
There was also horrific – and state-sanctioned – violence perpetrated against Black communities in this time, furthering the anger and despair and sense that society had not only failed them but had never even given them a chance. The term at the time was shell-shock, but now we know it as PTSD, and the vast majority of the people who came of age between 1910 and 1920 suffered from it, from one source or another.
It was an entire generation of trauma, and then the stock market crashed in 1929. Helpless, angry, impotent in the face of all that had seemingly destroyed the world for them, on the verge of utter despair, it was also a generation vulnerable to despotism. In the wake of all this chaos – god, please, someone just take control of all this mess and set it right.
Sometimes the person who took over was decent and played by the rules and at least attempted to do the right thing. Other times, they were self-serving and hateful and committed to subjugating anyone who didn’t fit their mold.
There are a lot of parallels to now, but we have something they didn’t, and that’s the fact that they did it first.
We know what their mistakes and sins were. We have the gift of history to see the whole picture and what worked and what failed. We as a species have walked this road before, and we weren’t any happier or stronger or smarter about it the first time.
I think I want to reiterate that point: the Lost Generation were no stronger or weaker than Millennials and Gen Z are today. Plenty of both have risen up and fought back, and plenty have stumbled and been crushed under the weight. Plenty have been horribly abused by the people who were supposed to lead them, and plenty have done the abusing. Plenty of great art has been made by both, and plenty of it is escapist fantasy or scathing criticism or inspiring optimism or despairing pessimism.
We find humor in much the same things, because when reality is a mess, both the absurd and the self-deprecating become hilarious in comparison. There’s a reason modern audiences don’t find Seinfeld as funny as Gen X does, and many older audiences find modern comedy impenetrable and baffling – they’re different kinds of humor from different realities.
I think my point accumulates into this: in spite of how awful and hopeless and pointless everything feels, we do have a guide. We’ve been through this before, as a culture, and even though all of them are gone now, we have their words and art and memory to help us. We know now what they didn’t then: there is a future.
The path forward is a hard one, and the only thing that makes it easier is human connection. Art – in the most base sense, anything that is an expression of emotion and thought into a medium that allows it to be shared – is the best and most enduring vehicle for that connection, to reach not just loved ones but people a thousand miles or a hundred years away.
So don’t bottle it up. Don’t pretend to be okay when you’re not. Paint it, sculpt it, write it, play it, sing it, scream it, hell, you can even meme it out into the void. Whatever it takes to reach someone else – not just for yourself but for others, both present and future.
Because, to quote the inimitable Terry Pratchett, “in a hundred years we’ll all be dead, but here and now, we are alive.”
Reblogging, signal boosting and complimenting a piece of damn good writing.
in a truly collaborative and ethical psychiatry, the concept of “noncompliance” would be obsolete. it would be LAUGHABLE, because the patient would set their own goals for treatment and would have ultimate power over whether or not they changed or met them.
sure, there would be ambivalence + psychosis + skipped appts + self-sabotaging but that would be seen through the patient’s perspective- do you call it noncompliance when you stay up later than intended or go out drinking with friends when you swore you’d save money?
to “comply” is to yield to an order. we don’t need to be ordered to stop suffering- we need partners in our efforts to minimize it.
Well this sucks shit but I do not currently have enough money for June rent. I just finished my last final exam today (5/11) and am trying to start work as soon as possible but applying and getting through interviews has been so slow while also taking exams and finishing classes. It’s looking less and less likely that I’ll have a payday before June, and am fucked on rent without current income.
I had been budgeting carefully since Covid nixed my employment, but I fucked up my arm in March and med bills wiped me out. I’m not sure what else to do.
My cashapp is $DocHolligay to avoid doxxing myself.
I recognize folks may be hesitant to give anything to an account not linked to a legal name, so if you don’t feel comfortable that’s okay. No hard feelings for any reason you have to not give.
Any amount given I do intend to pay back once fall semester starts. Once I can work for a bit I’ll be fine, this summer (particularly this month) just has me in a bind. Anything folks can lend would be a help.
Hold off on the McChicken. Support fast food workers.
The strike is set for May 19 in the following cities:
- Flint (MI)
- Kansas City
- St Louis
If Venom came out 10 years ago my chemical romance would’ve been on the soundtrack send tweet
venom 2 let’s make it happen folks
praying for this post to be a self fulfilling prophecy
ppl make jokes abt having noisy joints on here a lot and i hope most of u know that’s not a normal thing to experience esp. when it’s accompanied by pain and/or affecting ur ability to do “everyday” activities. some ppl in our lives might tell us everyone is hurting all the time or disregard our issues when we bring them up or w/e but u should not ignore ur body if it’s telling u something is amiss. at best u shouldn’t have to suffer through chronic pain/body issues even if it’s non-progressive and at worst it can sometimes lead to more impairing consequences later on in life if it’s ignored.
inb4 some other smartass comes on this post accusing me of spreading misinformation bc i’m not an “expert” let me spell it out for y'all:
this post is directed at ppl like myself who spent years with literally constant popping, cracking, grinding in their knees when going up and down the stairs, b4 things like chronic pain and subluxation/dislocation even started to become noticeable. joints making noise 99% of the time ur moving them not normal for young people.
if it’s not accompanied by pain then odds are ur probably fine. for example some ppl are hypermobile w/o averse symptoms and have noisy joints as a result. but pls keep an eye on urself and definitely try to talk to a medical professional if it starts feeling like said joints are unstable or if u start experiencing pain in them.
able-bodieds and athletic trainers don’t clown on this post.
That response was so infuriating because you went out of your way to specify “when it’s accompanied by pain and/or affecting your ability to do every day activities” and then they went on to say IF IT DOESN’T COME WITH PAIN. Like? Then fucking immediately the post wasn’t about that? The able-bodieds just love to hear themselves talk and to make us shut up no matter how ridiculous the shit they’re saying is. They just can’t fucking stand us normalizing ourselves and spreading awareness of our very existence.
when u wanna do ur physical therapy exercises but ur knees hurt too much 😔😔😔
hey, weird sort-of sex ed question: is there an identity where you're still aroused by/fantasize about sex in the abstract or through porn, but the idea of actual sex with a human person (especially someone you feel a close connection to) feels wrong? trying to figure out if that's a Me thing, my self-esteem issues sabotaging me, autism making it hard to envision emotional stuff I haven't experienced, or some combination of the above.
from where I’m sitting that sounds a lot like asexuality, given the lack of interest in sexual activity or sexual attraction to other people
but also I’m really not equipped to define the way other people understand themselves (and I don’t want to be) so you can take that or leave it depending on whether or not it’s helpful to you!
personally as a sex educator and person I don’t think what you call yourself is nearly as important as, like, recognizing what you’re feeling as legitimate and respecting those feelings by not judging yourself too harshly for them or trying to force yourself into doing anything that feels unnatural or wrong for you. your comfort and safety - both physical and emotional - are always more important.
Hey shoutout to
- People with “minor” disabilities who aren’t sure if they belong in disabled spaces
- People who have rare disabilities and don’t see other people with the same disability, even in disabled spaces
- People who’ve been told nothing is wrong with them even though is something clearly wrong that now feel like they’re just making stuff up
- People who have been dismissed by doctors because they didn’t fit the image the doctor had of what a “sick” person looked like
- People who tried to get help for their problem and are still waiting
- People who have unaddressed health problems in general
Y’all are great and deserve the world!
i dont suppose the animated DC harley quinn show is going to give me canon ivy/harley or at least spare me from. kite man.
me: i need to take a break from fishkeeping. maybe i will keep hermit crabs. maybe that will be better
i dont know why i am convinced it will be less stressful. it wouldnt, im sure. i mean, this alone:
[image ID: screencap of black text on pale blue background, from hermitcrabassociation dot com, reading:
“All hermit crabs are wild caught, and not all make the transition from life in the wild to life in captivity. They also take a very long journey from the tropics in less than good conditions to reach the stores where they are sold. Some hermit crabs will start to slow down and may unexpectedly die after being bought. This is known as Post Purchase Syndrome. Any crab that is new is at risk of sudden death until it has completed its first successful molt in captivity.”
the highlighted text in the screenshot has been bolded instead for emphasis. end of image ID]
maybe i struggle to maintain my arospec and acespec sideblogs cos anything that i would put on then i end up just putting on here anyway so i forget to bother to put it on either of those
Supporting aroallos requires you to be sex positive
That means you can’t read “casual sex” and think “fucks around without caring about anyone”
That means you can’t treat “no strings attached” like it’s synonymous with “heartless fuckboys using women for sex”
That means you can’t look at someone who wants casual sex and is open about it and claim they must have a “fear of commitment”
That means you can’t blame someone’s depression on their “missed connnections,” aka their one night stands that didn’t blossom into romantic endeavors
That means you’re gonna let others make their own choices about their sex life without judgement or shame or any implication that they’re in any way lacking morals for wanting to have sex with people they’re not in any sort of long term relationship with
I might as well reblog this cause I’m seeing a few non-aroallos saying that showing an aroallo character having casual sex is bad representation. It’s not. Treating casual sex as an inherently bad thing is sex negative and leads to arophobia against aroallos.
Aroallos are not doing anything wrong if they decide to have casual sex.
Portraying an aroallo having casual sex is not a bad thing unless you paint the aroallo as dirty and predatory for it.
We’re people, and that means we’re gonna vary quite a bit. Showing variation is actually a good thing. Not to mention we’re trying to navigate sexual relationships in a society that was never designed for us and we’re all gonna find our own ways to make do, you really have no business dictating to us what we should do, especially not without our input