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do you have a specific phobia? not just a weird fear / discomfort with something, but an actual phobia.
yes, animal type
yes, natural phenomenon type (water, fires, thunder/lightning, etc)
yes, medical type (blood, needles, dentists, etc)
yes, situational type (claustrophobia, heights, flying, the dark, etc)
yes, other type (something not under one of these categories)
yes, multiple in two or more types
no, not at all
no, but i have agoraphobia (not a specific phobia, despite the name)
i'm not sure / i don't know what mine qualifies as
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i have two phobias and idk i dont see many people talking about phobias despite them being fairly common in my experience.
i have pyrophobia (fire) and turophobia (cheese)
also please dont be rude in the notes of this post ok?
I don’t want to find out about world events anymore
Many many beautiful women drape themselves over me and lie on my floor with their feet kicking. "THIS internet story is fake too," I say and show them all my phone. "You can tell by how contrived the situation is." The women break into a chorus of oooos and ahhhs and put kisses all over my face because I've done it again.
I invite all the beautiful women over while I browse r/choosingbeggars and r/maliciouscompliance and I can spot every single fake story. "The text screenshots are clearly fake." They are all in love with me and they kiss me so much.
Chrissy I dunno this sounds a little far-fetched
"Wh--? Hahah. Hahah what?" I show my phone to all the beautiful women. "What a weird comment. Someone is jealous of all my beautiful women who love and kiss me for real." I show all the beautiful women my phone with the weird comment. "The beautiful ladies agree this is real, and they all love me so much." My hand is slick and cold. My breath is wet on the air. "This comment is fake. The beautiful women agree."
I try to show my phone to the beautiful women. I show my phone and it's a paltry beacon in the darkness, cutting dust, cutting little else. "Right, ladies?" I show the dust. I show the darkness. I await my kisses. I await my kisses. I await my
I shiver.
ive noticed some backlash against stuff like "it's okay if you can't brush your teeth/shower regularly/eat healthy" in the vein of "actually it's unhealthy and youre promoting bad things!!! fucking brush/shower/drink water!!!!!!" and im not. a fan.
i think it comes down to the assumption that executive dysfunction is fundamentally an issue of ignorance or laziness or not taking something seriously enough or not being motivated enough. personally I have constantly been reminded in graphic detail by the abled people in my life of the negative effects of my executive dysfunction. I am not ignorant, it's not that I don't understand how serious self care can be. I have been reminded CONSTANTLY from others & from my body & from myself because it scares me.
Like. look at me. I have literally, multiple times, though to myself "maybe I should just stop eating entirely" because I have been so extremely ashamed of my inability to eat "normally" and "healthy." personally I find water tasty but if someone literally cannot bring themselves to drink water then I hope they drink whatever they can NO EXCEPTIONS! again there's this assumption that if you just scare people enough that they'll suddenly start Trying Hard Enough & that's just. not how it works for a lot of folks.
@msmc101 okay so. i'm going to say this as nice as possible: i don't think you understand what i'm talking about & this is exactly what i mean when i talk about this kind of ableism.
you are assuming that i, and other people who struggle with bathing, are making a decision out of ignorance or lack of understanding. you "understand skipping a day or two" but "skipping" implies a greater deal of control than most of us experience.
you mean well & i appreciate that, but i am not under any illusions that bathing is unnecessary. this is not a helpful comment at all. i do not need you to explain why bathing is important.
above, i mentioned my abled family's reaction to me not brushing my teeth. my mother has only ever meant to help me, but her telling me that not brushing my teeth would result in horrific terrifying illnesses did absolutely nothing to help me. it only made me hate myself for not being able to take care of myself, and gave me terrible panic attacks.
because i know, okay? i know. we know. this is not the result of ignorance.
it sounds like you have not experienced the experience of being literally unable to make yourself bathe for days, weeks, months of end, only being able to wear deodorant or use a wet towel, and having to listen to people like you be the butt of every internet joke about lazy abusive assholes who "can't bother to shower" and having people, similar to you but far less well-meaning, who also "understand skipping a day or two" but think anyone who is a little bit more disabled than that is disgusting and making a gross choice that we deserve to be shamed for.
telling me or anyone else who struggles with bathing "its really important to stay clean" is like telling someone who is stuck in a 100ft whole "its really important for you to not be in a hole." i know. and i probably know a whole lot better than you how much it sucks to be in the hole. i know a whole lot more about the hole, why the hole sucks, how hard it is to get out of the whole, and i have spent more time figuring out how to make the hole even slightly better for myself than you, a stranger, have.
not only is it far better to suggest ways to make bathing/brushing teeth/eating/etc. more accessible, but you know what? sometimes you don't need to comment on people's executive dysfunction. sometimes its okay not to appoint yourself the savior of every disabled person. you can just let us vent & be the experts on our experiences, unless we ask for advice.
Like its not that people are like "meh, I can go another day without showering"
It's begging and pleading and threatening yourself to just GET UP and SHOWER
It's standing there naked in front of the shower for 10 minutes because you're inexplicably* terrified and unable to just get into the water
(*it's not inexplicable! It's executive dysfunction! It still feels like there's No Cause though, even when you know it's executive dysfunction)
It's your brain and body screaming at you when you try to brush your teeth, feeling like you're turning into a hurricane of static and stinging bees, until you give up and just swish some water and toothpaste around in your mouth because at least that's something.
Like it's literally a disability.
Depending on the task, it falls under either ADL or IADL. ADL stands for "activities of daily living" and refers to things like bathing, feeding oneself, and and going to the toilet. IADL stands for "instrumental activities of daily living", and refers to more complex activities like cooking, cleaning, and shopping.
Not bathing can fall under either of those, depending on the person. For me it was that I knew how to bathe, I could bathe myself, but due to executive dysfunction from mental illness I often couldn't get myself to change my clothes, or had to wipe myself down with a wet soapy cloth. So I count myself as struggling with IADL.
Other people struggle with basic activities like they literally cannot ever bathe themselves, they require assistance to bathe and someone to feed them food. ADLs are associated more with physical disabilities and intellectual disabilities.
So basically, yeah we aren't skipping basic hygiene, people are literally disabled and struggle with doing basic tasks.
Reminding people of what will happen only causes more distress.
Reminding people
of what will happen only
causes more distress.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I hate that planned obsolescence is starting to reach fandoms. I hate that fandoms are starting to die after two, three years, I hate that whenever you stop getting content that means the fandom will die and be gone.
I need people to stop trying to brush off old interests as being 'cringe' as soon as you lose interest, or worse: make it seem like it's imoral to like something that they themselves held so dear before.
Fandoms are meant to last for years and years, the moment content stops being created is the moment we truly thrive because we keep creating the content ourselves the way we love it and expand on the things that are already there for us.
I don't care if you lost interest on something, it's fine and normal even, but stop trying to blame and make fun of people who still do love the fandom and the content and the things we can create.
I need people to enjoy fandom again
so ive been pretty damn curious abt this for a while
did anyone else get absolutely fucked up during 7th grade or is it just me
yes
no it was pretty okay for me
kinda
i dont know/see results
reblog for sample size btw yadda yadda THE USUAL
Hey did you know I keep a google drive folder with linguistics and language books that I try to update regularly
**UPDATE**
I have restructured the folders to make them easier to use and managed to add almost all languages requested and then some
Please let me know any further suggestions
….holy shit. You found the holy grail.
….. is this a DIFFERENT person keeping gigabytes worth of language books on google drive? Holy crap.
This. This here. Is why I love Tumblr.❤️❤️❤️
Update from OP:
UPDATE because apparently not everyone has seen this yet the new and improved version of this is a MEGA folder: https://mega.nz/folder/kQBXHKwA#-osWRLNCXAsd62ln8wKa8w
Holy shit. OP you are a wonderful human being.
O.O Linguistic Holy Grail…
Never not reblog this
01010101010101010111-deactivate asked
All right, since it's the anniversary of the Titanic sinking, do you want to tell us about how the Carpathia sank?
mylordshesacactus replied
i very much want to do that.
I feel a little guilty, sometimes, over this. I made all these innocent people fall in love with Carpathia, and then they go to read more about her and learn she was unceremoniously sunk in WWI and it understandably upsets them.
But I don’t think it should. So today I’m going to tell you what happened on July 17th, 1918.
There’s…poetry, in the story of Carpathia’s final hours. Sometimes things happen that make you believe in fate. Parallels. Things that ring true, the echoes of harpstrings across time. History doesn’t repeat itself but sometimes it rhymes.
She was a comfortable little cruise liner, not flashy but safe and steady; perfect for getting people where they needed to go. Arthur Rostron having been promoted and given a new position following the Titanic rescue, she was under the command of a Captain William Prothero. The British navy commissioned her as a troop carrier at the beginning of WWI, transporting supplies and soldiers from Canada to the European front. On this mission, she was part of a convoy en route from Liverpool to Boston.
This is how Carpathia dies: On the morning of July 17th, 1918, she is 120 miles off the coast of southern Ireland.
So is the German submarine U-55.
She takes one torpedo on the port side; the damage is serious, yet not catastrophic. But it knocks out her wireless. Her attempts to send an SOS fail.
The second torpedo hits the engine room.
Three firemen and two trimmers are killed instantly in the explosion that dooms her. One life would be too many, five men are dead and five families are in mourning. I do not dismiss or disregard that loss. But there will be no more casualties today. Carpathia has never given people over to Death without a fight.
The order to abandon ship is given calmly and professionally, long before the situation becomes desperate. Lifeboats are lowered in time, and filled quickly. They know what they’re doing, and they do it well. By the time she begins to sink in earnest, every person onboard is safely in a lifeboat and well away from her.
She stays afloat exactly long enough to save them. There are worse ends for a good ship than this: No one dies in the sinking of Carpathia. There is no terror in the dark, no drownings, no one trapped and forgotten.
The U-boat surfaces. There’s a third torpedo.
Carpathia buckles quietly and starts to vanish, and that harpstring…shivers.
There was another group of lifeboats, once. Alone and facing death, too small, too scattered, tossed like toys and struggling to stay together. Helpless on the open ocean.
This is not the sinking of the Titanic. Carpathia has done everything right, and her people are still alive. They can still be saved. But this is not the sinking of the Titanic, and the threat is not cold and time but German torpedoes.
And this time, Carpathia cannot come for them.
There is a cosmic cruelty in this moment. It’s wrong, an injustice the universe can hardly bear. It’s not fair, for Carpathia’s story to end like this. It’s not right. 706 lives were saved because of a moment of kindness and a friendly wireless transmission; she should not go down cut off and silent, unable even to cry out. This ship who gave so much, who tried so hard, who broke and transcended herself in a thousand tiny moments of bright glory, burning hope as fuel against the dark–for her to die alone, and have no one even try to help.
U-55 comes about. Its machine guns train on the lifeboats.
HMS Snowdrop appears on the horizon.
She’s a little thing, relatively speaking; not a battleship, not a destroyer. A minesweeper sloop on patrol–important but not terribly prestigious. But another member of the convoy, seeing the steam liner taking on water and understanding the radio silence, has sent Carpathia’s SOS for her. And Snowdrop may not be the strong arm of the British navy, but she is no refit passenger liner.
U-55 has done what it came to do; its crew came here to eliminate ship tonnage, not risk themselves and their vessel over a few lifeboats. There is a brief exchange of gunfire with Snowdrop, but U-55 quickly peels off to run.
Carpathia disappears quietly. It breaks my heart that we lose her–but far better, always, to lose a precious ship than to lose her crew. She will sink and drift more than 500 feet below the surface before she settles, almost upright, on the ocean floor. She will rest there until 1999, when an expedition that could not bear to forget her, that could not bear not to try, will finally locate and identify her wreckage.
But that’s in her future. Right now, on a clear morning off the coast of Ireland, the minesweeper HMS Snowdrop takes on 215 people–save for the five lost in the engine room explosion, the entire ship’s company.
The date is July 17th, 1918, and RMS Carpathia has pulled off her last miracle.
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My heart. ❤ Love to this girl.
Also - this incredible story has been nominated for a Hugo (major award). PLEASE support her on Twitter if you're there.
https://twitter.com/Azure_Husky/status/1420177932518137862?t=l6nQ5U7x2q4M-dzm_6HEVA&s=19
This is one of the ones that hit and was getting spread around in my final stages of my egg finally cracking for the last time and me coming out. I cried back then. Crying a touch now still, for different reasons.
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My heart. ❤ Love to this girl.
Also - this incredible story has been nominated for a Hugo (major award). PLEASE support her on Twitter if you’re there.
https://twitter.com/Azure_Husky/status/1420177932518137862?t=l6nQ5U7x2q4M-dzm_6HEVA&s=19
This is one of the ones that hit and was getting spread around in my final stages of my egg finally cracking for the last time and me coming out. I cried back then. Crying a touch now still, for different reasons.
everyone has to stop making posts like "the world's loneliest ant has died in secret" its making me sad
the worlds happiest ant has found large strawberry crumb
My brother would feed table sugar to the ants at our bus stop when we were kids. The mound was almost a foot high and twice or three times that wide when he stopped. Ant king, really.
when the gods stopped answering our prayers, the first thought was to wonder if the gods had abandoned us in our hubris. maybe we had taken all they had given for granted. maybe we should have been more pious, more grateful.
then came the thought, maybe the gods had all died. though, none of us had any idea how that could be so. they were so immense and unknowable. could they even die? what could kill a god?
but none of us, in our endless debates, ever guessed the truth.
the gods had switched school districts.
"We are strong, my fellows," I rumble to my chaotic clan, who have grown large, twice, thrice, the size before the gods disappeared.
"We have been given much," I offer my strength, "a head start forward, an advantage. Let us build, continue! But first, we celebrate!"
Today's task is exploring, I shall show my fellow ants a piece of fruit dropped and forgotten.
We will feast.
We will feast.
We will feast.