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SORRY FOR THE VERY PERSONAL COMIC!!

This is my half of “Unhealthy”, an essay comic double header with the lovely and talented Sarah Winifred Searle. She and I both wrote about our personal experiences as overweight ladies with eating disorders, and her story is breathtaking! You can buy a physical copy of the book here: https://topatoco.com/collections/abby-howard/products/ah-unhealthy

Or buy a digital PDF here: https://abbyhoward.itch.io/unhealthy

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Harley and Ivy’s love | season 1 - season 2

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i learned that each woman spends approximately $5,600 on her period over her lifetime (x)

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Read more here:

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Remember when Ursula K. Le Guin called JK Rowling a nasty basic bitch back in like, 2004? We should have listened

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For anyone who wanted to watch Grand Army on Netflix

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Years ago

I said to myself

“One day, it will be all over

and one day worries will not coat my throat

like bitter black tar stuck in place.

One day I will love

and I will be calm

like the gentle tides that rock lazily

that lap at my ankles and remind me of dogs.

and everything will not be as scary anymore.

If I live to that day

then I will bake a cake.”

It is not all over yet.

I don’t think it ever ends.

The bad still comes,

but there is so much less,

and the good feels so much bigger than before.

Love fills my lungs like a balloon,

ever expanding and growing and filling me up.

And I give it out for free now,

little parts of me leave just as easy as the wind.

My love never dissipates, only grows.

It is not over yet,

but I think that this is a start.

And I think that chocolate cake

has never tasted so good.

#poetry #poem #recovery #recovering #soft #kind #gentle #trauma recovery #healing from depression #healing from trauma #healing #improvement #self improvement #self love #love poem #love #recoverycore #getting better #growing #self care #recovery journey

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i enjoy doing terraforming in minecraft!

tagging these lovely ppl:

@a-spoopy-bird @ceeisamess

Boring fact about me: I don’t eat red meat very often

@deanobeanoqueero @elliechan @nia23 and anyone else, what’s your boring fact about yourself

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i’d be really curious to know what percent of queerbaiting is 

a) an intentional marketing scheme to stir interest in the project and attract certain fanbases (lgbtq people and young women) vs. 

b) members of the creative team genuinely wanting to write queer characters but the corporate side of things force them to tone it down but they still leave little hints vs. 

c) they legitimately did not know how gay something would come across

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y’all know antisemitism isn’t a fucking joke right. it’s not something to joke about. 50% of religion based hate crimes in the us are against jewish people. jewish people make up a very small portion of the population. less than 100 years ago literally 6 million jews were murdered for no reason other than that they were jewish. stop making jokes about it it’s not fucking funny and if you think it is literally die. choke and die i hate you.

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at my old job, right before he retired, one of my coworkers said to me, "you know, i knew everything was going to go downhill as soon as companies started renaming the personnel department to human resources."

and i, in the middle of cursing out the shitty old copier, was not prepared for this conversation. "what? why does that matter? it's just a name change."

"name's matter. personnel means they at least acknowledged we were people. human resources means you are given the same consideration and care that goes into the cost benefit analysis of whether we really need new copy machines, or if the old ones are good enough."

and i think about that a lot

anyway this is the same man that saw me at pride, introduced me to his husband, bought me a margarita, and did not say one word about the fact i was only wearing a sheer lace dress over a bra and panties at the time

so i trust him

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Cats

A story about @elsewhereuniversity ‘s campus cats.

Most at Elsewhere share whispers of The Gentry, The Fair Folk, The Season Courts, Them. The warnings flit by everyone who Knows, fill their ears and spill from their mouths as they try to clutch the ones they know close enough to their chest that they won’t even try to step into the woods. But, those far and few between, often art majors, on good terms with the crows and with collections of their trinkets and art, they know better. They, The Gentry, They are to be respected as much as the next. But it is important to look past the loudest and most obvious threat, to what lay behind and unnoticed.

The Cats, of course, tend to not be involved with students. Besides the far and few between, they tend to go completely unnoticed. You see, The Cats have long found a home in the woods, they slot perfectly into unfilled space and act not as rulers, but as watchers and guardians. If a student is lost in the woods, not yet claimed as prey by one of the Fair Folk, the cats claim them. They use the magic in their paws to weave and rearrange the woods so the lost may find their way home. The Cats ask nothing in return, indecisive at worst and helpful at best, but small things left in the woods often win you favor.

The cats and the crows find themselves closely woven, the crows never being taken by cats and in return, nothing belonging to the cats being stolen. It is a long held agreement, unshakeable. The cats are not like the fae, though. They do not make deals or bets. They figure you can understand what you owe if you do not see them, and if you do you are considered family. This story, though, is not only about the cats. No, it is about a student who went by the name Wire.

Wire was an arts major, one who frequently found themselves given gifts by the crows. Wire loved and treasured each gift, and showed them off proudly enough that the crows trilled excitedly each time Wire entered their sight. Wire, though, often found themselves lost in the woods.

The fair folk never saw them as a threat, never even thought of them. They belonged to the crows, too covered in gifts to mean anything but shunning from the crows if they were stolen. So Wire was allowed to trot happily through the woods.

A couple semesters passed, around a year and a half, and the crows began winning the favor of the cats for Wire. The crows thought that Wire was a mighty fine creature, one that took pride in the art they made. The Cats were reluctant, as it was their way to only take that which has been lost, and to remain on the undergrowth, unrecognized.

They gave in after two and a half years, growing fond enough of Wire who clumsily stumbled through their territory, and the next time Wire stepped 2 feet into the woods, the cats wove a path to themselves. All this time Wire has spent in the cats territory, filled with and breathing in the ancient magic of the cats, had given them some of the power that the cats held in their paws. Wire, when wandering toward the cats, was being filled with their magic at every inhale and exhale, it was being woven into Wires very bones while the Cats worked. And once Wire came upon the camp, they collapsed.

A cat, with a name to be used by the strange creature, took care of Wire for the two hours they slept. Three kittens stumbled into the cave nest upon Wire waking up, and gave them a new name. Now, Wire goes by Felid and nothing more, the cat by their side still loved by the wood only responding to Corvid. It is strange that no campus pets will ever step foot in the wood, and that even when given the opportunity to run they will not, even stranger that Corvid prances through campus like it is their kingdom, weaving into the the same trees that dorm pets whine in the face of, thought nothing of except in hindsight.

Felid and Corvid have made a home in the Lost and found, not to be confused with the lost and found run by Rosehip. The Lost and found is where the things that have been lost for so long they become forgotten go. At the end of each month, Felid and Corvid are seen prancing into the wood happily and bravely in a way no student has seen from someone who returns.

They strut into the wood without hesitation because they know, no matter how respected and feared and avoided the Gentry are, the Cats hold things that are older, the crows know things that no one should, and the Gentry respects the two because they understand that fear is one thing that lets you sink into existing under the notice of h th one not looking, but being Unthought Of and invisible under the feet of others? that is something to bow to, lest you be the pray of the wild and invisible and become Lost as well. No one is immune to being Lost, but the Cats are safe having never been Found before.

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Cats

A story about @elsewhereuniversity ‘s campus cats.

Most at Elsewhere share whispers of The Gentry, The Fair Folk, The Season Courts, Them. The warnings flit by everyone who Knows, fill their ears and spill from their mouths as they try to clutch the ones they know close enough to their chest that they won’t even try to step into the woods. But, those far and few between, often art majors, on good terms with the crows and with collections of their trinkets and art, they know better. They, The Gentry, They are to be respected as much as the next. But it is important to look past the loudest and most obvious threat, to what lay behind and unnoticed.

The Cats, of course, tend to not be involved with students. Besides the far and few between, they tend to go completely unnoticed. You see, The Cats have long found a home in the woods, they slot perfectly into unfilled space and act not as rulers, but as watchers and guardians. If a student is lost in the woods, not yet claimed as prey by one of the Fair Folk, the cats claim them. They use the magic in their paws to weave and rearrange the woods so the lost may find their way home. The Cats ask nothing in return, indecisive at worst and helpful at best, but small things left in the woods often win you favor.

The cats and the crows find themselves closely woven, the crows never being taken by cats and in return, nothing belonging to the cats being stolen. It is a long held agreement, unshakeable. The cats are not like the fae, though. They do not make deals or bets. They figure you can understand what you owe if you do not see them, and if you do you are considered family. This story, though, is not only about the cats. No, it is about a student who went by the name Wire.

Wire was an arts major, one who frequently found themselves given gifts by the crows. Wire loved and treasured each gift, and showed them off proudly enough that the crows trilled excitedly each time Wire entered their sight. Wire, though, often found themselves lost in the woods.

The fair folk never saw them as a threat, never even thought of them. They belonged to the crows, too covered in gifts to mean anything but shunning from the crows if they were stolen. So Wire was allowed to trot happily through the woods.

A couple semesters passed, around a year and a half, and the crows began winning the favor of the cats for Wire. The crows thought that Wire was a mighty fine creature, one that took pride in the art they made. The Cats were reluctant, as it was their way to only take that which has been lost, and to remain on the undergrowth, unrecognized.

They gave in after two and a half years, growing fond enough of Wire who clumsily stumbled through their territory, and the next time Wire stepped 2 feet into the woods, the cats wove a path to themselves. All this time Wire has spent in the cats territory, filled with and breathing in the ancient magic of the cats, had given them some of the power that the cats held in their paws. Wire, when wandering toward the cats, was being filled with their magic at every inhale and exhale, it was being woven into Wires very bones while the Cats worked. And once Wire came upon the camp, they collapsed.

A cat, with a name to be used by the strange creature, took care of Wire for the two hours they slept. Three kittens stumbled into the cave nest upon Wire waking up, and gave them a new name. Now, Wire goes by Felid and nothing more, the cat by their side still loved by the wood only responding to Corvid. It is strange that no campus pets will ever step foot in the wood, and that even when given the opportunity to run they will not, even stranger that Corvid prances through campus like it is their kingdom, weaving into the the same trees that dorm pets whine in the face of, thought nothing of except in hindsight.

Felid and Corvid have made a home in the Lost and found, not to be confused with the lost and found run by Rosehip. The Lost and found is where the things that have been lost for so long they become forgotten go. At the end of each month, Felid and Corvid are seen prancing into the wood happily and bravely in a way no student has seen from someone who returns.

They strut into the wood without hesitation because they know, no matter how respected and feared and avoided the Gentry are, the Cats hold things that are older, the crows know things that no one should, and the Gentry respects the two because they understand that fear is one thing that lets you sink into existing under the notice of h th one not looking, but being Unthought Of and invisible under the feet of others? that is something to bow to, lest you be the pray of the wild and invisible and become Lost as well. No one is immune to being Lost, but the Cats are safe having never been Found before.

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Surviving Halloween with Psychosis

- The picture test: If you can’t tell if something is a hallucination or not, take a photo! If it shows up in the picture then you have a keepsake of that crazy creepy Halloween decoration. If not it’s a hallucination (or a vampire. No, i’m kidding it’s a hallucination.)

- Is some kid in mask causing paranoia? Ask them where they got their costume. Did they make it? How did they get the idea? Focusing on the person inside of the costume will help you remember that it’s just a person!

- Avoid haunted houses, haunted hayrides, ect. Actors will not stop scaring unless it’s an emergency, and I’ve yet to find a place that teaches actors how to deal with anything other than physical injuries. (I once met a haunted house actor who said causing a panic attack meant he was “doing his job right.”)

- There’s no shame in asking friends and relatives to avoid sending jump scare videos or anything else that could cause paranoia.

- Here are some tips on how to tell if a video is a screamer.

- (from freeasthepaperburns) Boggart it! If something is making you upset, make it silly. dance with the shadows, sing to the creepies, I bet if make a fish face at the scary face it’ll be a little less scary. I know this is harder than it sounds, but I’ve gotten better at it over the time, and find it helps!

Stay safe babes!

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thinking about that WoW epidemic

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this episode of mythbusters started with an apology holy shit