Oh. Oh. Listening to gentle, soothing music and the image of Link's family finally defeating Calamity Ganon, and Zelda floats down from the sky like in the game, and of course Link's family goes to him first to check on him, but Abel sees Zelda standing there. So he goes to her and genuflects, out of reverence, respect, thanks, and welcoming. And Zelda--
Zelda just falls apart. She falls into his arms, and he doesn't know what to do until he starts to slowly hug her, because she isn't a princess in his arms, she's a teenage girl who's hurting and he's a dad so he's going to hold her and tell her it's okay and kiss her head and OH GUYS
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I thought I was the only one who dislikes my older sister's not-yet-fiancè-boyfriend and I feel so vindicated and less crazy now that my younger sister and I had a lil moment of "👀 do you?" "👀I mean I think I do but do you??" and finally said aloud that we get the same sketchy ass hater vibes from this childish dude. I fr thought I was just a lil manhater (I am) with unjustified resentment towards this man, but I was right! Either I'm right or we're both wrong but atp I'm okay with both options
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TOMORROW PLAN:
get up around 12-1pm (doable)
eat the leftover tacos (doable but they taste awful :/ )
go to a location - i guess ill ask my dad to drive me to a cafe or something and give me like $10 to get a meal?
work on lining that one commission (this will take several days)
come home around 11pm (doable)
work on some other thing because taking that long to work will definitely hurt my hands
get to bed around 2am
repeat
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Over the last school year I’ve started to wonder how much my shitty social skills are really my fault. That’s poorly worded ik. Because I can hold a conversation, the issue is that I just get dry ass fucking responses which makes it so difficult for me to answer back. I feel like I’ve had maybe 1 genuinely fun conversation with one of my classmates because we talked about chess and he was actually passionate and interested in it and talking about it! Like man what the fuck. I’m seriously wondering if all these dead convos around me is just because people respond so dryly that there literally isn’t anything I can respond with. I hate how little passion and interest people show in talking with me
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Things I wish able-bodied people/people who don’t have chronic pain would stop asking me:
“Are you sore today?” or any variation thereof. Yes. Motherfucker the answer is YES. I am sore. I am ALWAYS SORE that’s why it’s called CHRONIC pain!
It does not go away! It never goes away! I have just had my pain become such a huge part of my daily life that I developed a tolerance for it!! So that on “good” days when the meds take enough of the edge of that I can ignore it, I can move and get stuff done!
But please I am BEGGING you stop assuming that me being more physically active or getting more stuff done on a good day is me “not being in pain” because it’s not!! I just feel okay about pretending the pain doesn’t exist today! But it’s still there, it’s always fucking there and it always fucking hurts and it will NEVER stop hurting! I have been in pain since I was a teenager, 24/7, and it hasn’t fucking stopped (for reference/those that don’t regularly follow me, I am closer to 30 than 20 now lol). My pain has been a part of me so long that I don’t remember what it feels like to be a person who WASN’T in constant agony but I still go to sleep dreaming of the blissful ignorance I had as a child before the chronic pain took me the fuck out when I hit puberty (and tbh...I probably still had the pain then, I just didn’t understand that it wasn’t normal and not every child has those problems)
The difference between a good day and a bad day for me ISN’T anything to do with “not being in pain” it’s everything to do with “how well can I IGNORE the pain today?”
Because on a bad day the answer is “no”. I can’t ignore it, any of it. Stuff that I could do last week on a good day, like showering or eating food or goddamn it even getting out of bed (in case anyone is wondering where I disappear to, those are bad days and yes. I cannot leave my bed. It is that bad) are impossible. Because you might as well put a plastic spoon in my hand and tell me to use only that plastic spoon to help me scale to the top of Mt Everest. That is the level of physical, mental and emotional struggle that fighting my pain is like every day.
On good days, I have proper climbing equipment and I can make it. But on bad days I have a plastic spoon, and the plastic spoon will NEVER be climbing equipment no matter how much I wish it would.
And I think a lot of people who have never experienced chronic pain don’t realise this.
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