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grollow · 3 months

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I'm tucking this under the cut but tldr; life update stuff.

I'm really bad at posts like this so I am going to preface it with: I'm sorry if I stumble.

A year ago, I lost my job with no notice. It was a job I'd been at for a decade. I tend to stay with the jobs I get--so for this reason, I've actually only had 4 altogether in my entire lifespan; I stay for 10+ years, and I've only left them because the companies straight up folded.

When I lost it, they owed me about a grand.

I've been struggling since then to make ends meet. My friends and partner have helped me stay afloat, and I live with my parents--which is a complicated situation that I'd rather not get into, though I will say that it's certainly not helping my mental state in the least. I've managed to make ends meet, between that, and people helping me out--both when this first happened, and when my computer died last year (thank you, again).

But despite my best efforts and over 500 applications, I haven't managed to get a job. I take commissions here or there, though with my brain being as it is, I'm backlogged and can't accept any more of those.

I'm making a concentrated effort to make life easier on myself. Toward that end, I recently went and applied for (and got, thankfully) low income insurance, which I hope will help with some of my problems.

But I figured I'd reach out here and also say: if you're someone who enjoys my content and wants to support me in a way that isn't just likes + reblogs + kudos + comments (all of which I love, please know--this is not to discount them in the least), I have a ko-fi and you are welcome to donate there. Anything you donate will likely go to helping me get new glasses (assuming my insurance doesn't cover them, I don't know what it covers yet but mine are busted--I'm hoping it covers them? and mental health? Maybe dental? My teeth are so messed up) and probably trying to get driving lessons because I don't drive currently.

There is no pressure. I promise I am not going to be homeless tomorrow, nor am I going to starve, I'm not in immediate danger and I'm genuinely okay. I don't want to trigger anyone feeling guilty--I know these sorts of posts can cause that.

I'm just offering the link up in case anyone wants to help out. This is hard for me because I'm kind of scared I sound like I'm begging--so if I'm being awkward, that's why.

Thank you in advance. <3

#personal #yeah im going to post this and disappear into the horizon btw

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anarchywoofwoof · 6 months

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it's been a while since i've done a particularly egregious ACAB post, so i guess it's about time. trigger warning for racist violence, death and police brutality.

on March 14th, 2023, in Hinds County, Mississippi - the most populous county in the State of Mississippi, an area i used to dispatch tow trucks to for a roadside emergency service company and know well - Bettersten Wade reported Dexter Wade, her 37-year-old son missing.

what Dexter's mother did not know at the time and would not know until an unacceptable and heart wrenching 172 days later is that 9 days prior, on March 5th, 2023, Dexter had been killed less than an hour after he’d left home, struck by a Jackson, Mississippi police vehicle as he attempted to cross a nearby interstate highway.

police knew Dexter's name, and Bettersten's, but did not contact her and the body went unclaimed for months in the county morgue.

the following October, she was directed to the Hinds County penal farm to meet a Sherriff's Deputy, who lead them into fucking woods, where her son was buried in a grave simply marked with the number "672"

now, after the police neglectfully took this man's life, failed to inform his family, and attempted to cover it up... it turns out that his wallet with his home address, a credit card and a health insurance card was in the front pocket of his jeans at the time of his death.

this is after the Hinds County coroner's office reported that they did not find identification on Dexter Wade's body, but found his name on a bottle of prescription pills that they used to ID him several days later. undoubtedly, this was to provide police ample time to cover up their tracks.

the Mayor of Jackon, MS, Chokwe Antar Lumumba (a self-described Progressive, Socialist and "political revolutionary") said last month that Wade was "without ID" and that police were unable to identify him.

this is about to get, somehow, more fucked up.

in addition to the disrespect shown already to Dexter Wade, his family and his memory, officials from the State of Mississippi exhumed his body on Monday without his family in attendance.

On Monday, authorities exhumed Wade's body following calls for an independent autopsy and funeral. But his family said officials failed to honor the agreed-upon time approved by a county attorney for exhuming the body. “Now, I ask, can I exhume my child and try to get some peace and try to get a state of mind,” Bettersten said. “Now y’all take that from me. I couldn’t even see him come out of the ground.” Civil rights and personal injury attorney Ben Crump told USA TODAY Wade's mother was notified last week by the attorney for the Hinds County Board the exhumation would be at 11:30 a.m. Monday. The family, along with their attorneys, members of the media and community advocates had planned to attend, but Crump said Wade’s body was exhumed at 8 a.m., hours before the scheduled time and without notice. “There is no excuse for the way this case has been handled. Every time Ms. Wade takes a step toward getting answers as to what happened to her son, Jackson officials bring her two steps back,” Crump said.

this is a heavy post. but as usual, the point here is: the institutions we currently in place throughout this country are corrupt, soulless and have no respect for you in life or death. the state and the police are corrupt and will kill you - intentionally or unintentionally - and then bury the evidence as deep as they possibly can. and the slime will insulate them from within. it's unacceptable. it cannot be reformed.

#us news #mississippi #dexter wade #black lives matter #civil rights #bork bork thoughts #united states #tw racism #tw police #tw death #acab #ftp #1312 #all cops are bastards #fuck the police

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captainjonnitkessler · 1 month

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Content warning for transphobia

I'm obviously very pro-union, but whenever people on here act like they're an inherently progressive panacea for all societal ills I remember that the first union meeting I ever went to was the one where my local voted to cut transgender healthcare from our health insurance because "we don't want to support that kind of lifestyle".

A couple people posted about the TDOV in my union's subreddit today and the mods are fighting for their lives against a tide of disgustingly transphobic bullshit. The sub usually trends liberal and given a few hours, those threads will probably be pretty supportive but it still just sucks so bad to see a place that's normally very supportive and pro-solidarity suddenly turn into "i don't have a problem with you people but why do you have to keep shoving it down our throats?" and "I'm not going to support your mental illness".

Anyway I'm just venting a bit cause I'm having kind of a bad day. I'm lucky to have extremely supportive friends and family irl, and I know that there ARE people in my local who support trans people, even if its not enough to outvote the rest of them. I'm in a good place, it's just Kind Of A Bummer. Probably gonna log off for the rest of the day and see what not beaming a constant stream of bad news and culture war bullshit directly into my brain for 8 hours does for me.

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sandragon · 22 days

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to be the tranny token

I want to share an experience that I've had recently. Although I went to art school, I currently work in the medical field because it gave me the health insurance that I so desperately needed when I turned 26. I liked freelancing, but it didn't pay me a lot of money and I was jumping between three different jobs at a time, which left little energy to devote to the things that I actually cared about. I needed health insurance because I needed to pay for hormones and get the surgery that I've always wanted since I was 15 years old.

Working in the particular field that I'm in has been interesting. I like the people aspect of it, helping families, and learning about things so unfamiliar to me. But I'm the first transgender person that they've hired and they have no idea what to do with me.

I have been on HRT, particularly testosterone, for nearly two & a half years and had life saving top surgery in August of 2019. I never knew how much I needed to transition until I actually started doing it. Before I would never make connections and missed out on so many opportunities because I knew that they could never see me for who I am, and didn't want to ever try. I lied to myself and said that I could accept their judgement, even though deep down I knew that was a lie. Nowadays, I relish in my changing body, my flat chest, and the body hair that I was taught to be so afraid of. I limited my expression in the past because I was so afraid of being perceived of outside of the norm. Now because I am comfortable and confident, I have grown out my hair to the longest it's been since I was in high school, paint my nails whatever colors I'm feeling that day, and dress how I've always wanted, without limits. It's been incredibly freeing to finally get to this point and I will never look back. This freedom still comes with loaded perceptions and pain, still a kind of alienation but one very different than what I experienced before. Although I have changed my name, had all of these medical things done to me willingly, and assert myself as a man (just fruity), I'm still never regarded as who I say I am. In a space that touts inclusivity, my own colleagues cannot be bothered to use the correct pronouns, which makes for many clumsy situations that don't need to be there. It's as if they cannot wrap their head around my existence as a man who doesn't adhere to society's typical idea of masculinity and being very in love with a cisgender man who willingly claims me as his own. They handle me with kid gloves and disregard my appearance and words and still force me into the box of "woman." And honestly, it hurts. It's one thing when it comes from strangers, but it's another when it comes to people that I interact with on a daily basis. I decided to bring it up to my director today and see what I could do about this situation.

Now we're to have a meeting to discuss my experiences and see how we can discuss this with our staff. Although I'm glad that we're having this conversation, I hate that I have to have it in the first place. Although I may be "breaking norms" in their eyes, I really am just a man who cooks dinners, engages with things that he's passionate about, and falls asleep with his boyfriend and cat after watching YouTube videos at night. I live a fairly domestic life outside of a few things that others find interesting about my lifestyle (which I won't get into here) and I like it that way. I find my life to be regular, but to everyone else it's a constant point of fascination that I don't really understand. I hate that in every space that I'm in that I have to fight for my right to masculinity, that I have to pave the way, that I have to swallow every awful interaction that I have just so I don't get screamed at or have to coddle their cis feelings. I've had to be the token tranny for the past few years that educates the staff about how to respect me & people like me, even though I hate it. I'm handled as a confused woman who doesn't know what she's doing or a weird sense of unsureness that I don't see others having to go through. Although I am very patient and open about my experiences, I simply just want to not have to explain who the hell I am every time I leave my house. I just want to go to a coffee and enjoy an iced mocha while musing on paper. To be the token tranny is an experience of anger, hurt, and isolation, every day - once that I wish to be free from, but one that I'm not sure will go away as long as I'm alive.

#sandragon writes #personal writing #transmasculine #trans man #queer writing #trans writing #blog post #trans experience #lol I just want to hike and draw and write in peace #but nope!!#it's always something #oh well

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longeyelashedtragedy · 4 months

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lampard life update

just got the sweetest message from a Very Experienced Social worker i worked with. censoring things that identify the specific place i worked, and my name bc i fucking HATE my name and would rather pretend it didn't exist:

basically this is the kind of feedback i've been getting for the past almost 24 hours--my phone's been blowing up between coworkers and people who work for the City Government (TM). i talked shit on the phone with said Dana this morning (who is...amazing and this very passionate jewish lady who totally plays into my Mommy Issues and she wants to meet me for coffee) and she said she'd act as a reference and gave me some interesting job tips. mind you, i've only known these people since october.

-as i said to protect daniel james i've applied to more jobs in the past 12 hours than frank lampard has applied to in the past 7 months! people are like "you should rest and relax" and like yeah, but i'm not young enough to be on my parents' health insurance anymore and as marieke said, being unemployed in america is scary. being close to broke in nyc is terrifying! i'm stressed as fuck but also never have to enter that trauma pit with the Evil Boss again?

-i was crying last night not even because of me but because of thinking of all the people i work with and support who i didn't get to say goodbye to and i don't know what they will do without my support cause i have no idea who tf will replace me. and whoever does, isn't going to know the context of how to help these people. i literally called some people of my own volition today--i still have access to the city databases that i use--and will have some more calls monday. i cared. i fucking loved my job in terms of the actual duties and responsibilities, and i was GOOD at it when i wasn't being traumatized by, as my New Job Work Bestie said on the phone last night, "a stupid evil cunt." if the shoe fits lol. like literally there are people whose timesheets i sign on fridays and i have no idea who the fuck else can sign them and how will they get paid!!!!! i was frantically texting them at like 11 last night because fuck! that's not fucking right if people don't get paid bc of this evil woman!

-people are advising me to lawyer up and lawyer parents are looking into it. they messed with the wrong bitch! the reason why i am possibly pursuing this is because at the time of my termination~ i had already opened the process of an ADA (americans with disabilities act) accommodation request, feat. a letter from my psychiatrist discussing my PTSD, which is not like. A fun thing to discuss multiple times with multiple people at work, and yet i did. Because i wanted to try to make it work, and all i fucking asked for was to be moved to another job location. My job has around 50 locations. In no universe is that a difficult request, plus, i was asking for a like secondary thing instead which was--fucking staff the vacant position at my job so i was no longer one person doing a two person job.and WEIRDLY, on wednesday i was just told that i WAS getting another person--on monday! she's someone i vaguely know, and we had an amazing zoom talk yesterday afternoon--so like. wtf? the famous dana (see above) said that at the least we could bully them into a better severance package if they were afraid i would sue. The place i worked at is Very Behated in new york and the media thrives on the place getting negative attention.

-another option that occured to me is that i was fired by Evil Boss because she thought i was going to rat her out about things she is doing that are unethical and probably illegal. (i know this sounds dramatic but i won't go into job details in public for various reasons--i already revealed too much in the screenshot!) i was not going to do that, but also i wasn't DEFENDING her and saying what she was doing was okay, and that came to her attention yesterday and she went the fuck off on me. she told me i had to tell the famous dana NOT to inform people that their rights were being violated, and i'm like---I cannot tell someone what to say and not to say, and that would be a REALLY SHADY THING TO SAY? so this bitch probably got spooked. Who even knows what happened but this is clearly one of the most unjust sackings in history 😂 maybe they will hire mourinho to take over my position

-how did i make such a positive impact on 7914433 people while having the most horrific trauma episode since before i started taking meds? damn. i guess i put my whole longeyelashedtragedussy into making connections and truly enjoying them

#lampard life 2024 #i'm scared...i'm so out of money #and relying on my parents for help is a really bad idea lol #but also like. shit is weird bc people are being SO NICE TO ME #sorry for TMI post

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twistedsickopath · 1 year

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i want to talk about empathy and morals today.

i went into town today to pick up some stuff and when i got out of the subway i got stopped by this man who looked like he was freezing out there and he said he was from the town two hours away and he came into the city this morning to go to the hospital and while he was in with the doctor doing his scans someone stole his backpack and shoes from the waiting room. he was wearing these busted ass sneakers with holes in them that he said he got gifted from the shelter by the hospital, but all his other belongings, his phone, his wallet, everything, was in his backpack. all he had left on him was his public health insurance card because it was with him when he went in for the scan. he was asking for 20$ to buy a bus ticket to get home and said he's been there begging people for hours and not one person was willing to help him. he even offered to take my phone number so he could wire me back the money as soon as he gets home.

at first i had the reflex to lie and say i didn't have any money but as i was walking away i thought to myself do i really want to be another person who ignored him when he's been standing there for hours, freezing, stranded in another city hours away from home after getting robbed two weeks before christmas? and i decided that no, that went against what i stand for as a person, so i withdrew 20$ and went back to find him and i said i borrowed them from the friend i was coming to meet. he was so grateful. he wrote down my number and promised he would pay me back.

now, the thing is. i might never get that 20$ back ever. it's likely that i got scammed expertly by an actual fucking master, in which case respect. i'm not easy to fool. what i am however is someone who values justice and fairness above all else. fairness is actually my core value. despite having antisocial personality disorder and no empathy, i feel very strongly about my personal code of ethics, and the fact of the matter is that i cannot watch someone living an injustice and stand by idly doing nothing. if i never get my money back, that's ok. i know that i did the right thing by me and my morals and i don't regret it, even if it turns out being a mistake. so why am i telling you this whole story? because like mentioned earlier, this man told me he had been begging for a measly 20$ for hours in the cold. and people, supposedly good, empathetic people, who are supposedly filled to the brim with goodness and kindness according to y'all empath freaks, walked by, heard his plight, and told him to go fuck himself. it was me, the scary cyclepath, who went out of my way to withdraw money and help this person get out of a horrible situation. where was all those people's fucking empathy? tell me, why did this man stand there for hours, begging for change to get home, and none of your holy empathy-full heroes helped him?

what good is your fucking empathy if you never fucking use it?

i guess the point i am attempting to make with this post is that empathy is worth nothing at all if you're not going to act on it. a good set of moral values is a hundred times more useful than all the ability to feel bad for others if you're still going to walk away from them.

#psalms #aspd tag #stories with ellis

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pinkantagonist · 10 months

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I’m just gonna vent about adhd for a second.

A while back, I told my boss (past boss) that I had adhd. I was being converted from a contract worker to full time, so disclosing my disability seemed like a normal part of that process. I wanted to put my best foot forward at my new job, and ask for reasonable accommodations so I could do my best work. My boss and I had a good relationship, so I felt very confident about it.

He scoffed at me, said that “everyone has a little adhd”, and then went off about how kids are over diagnosed. I sat in silence for the rest of the conversation. Oh, and it took about 8 months for me to get my requested accommodations.

I have a different boss now, who is much kinder about it, but this really colored my experience of being a working person with adhd. Sometimes I forget that I’m disabled or I don’t consider myself as such, but the corporate world has a way of reminding me.

Well, this morning I fucked up. I was supposed to do a small presentation and I completely forgot, and missed about 90% of it (I work remotely and have somewhat flexible hours, for context).

I remembered at the tail end of the meeting, jumped into the call and apologized to everyone, and was able to finish it up, after my boss had so kindly stepped in and presented most of it for me. I made a real ass of myself and I’m trying SO hard not to spiral about it… it was absolutely mortifying.

Now, this was 100% my fault. I’m not trying to blame anything else, but damn is it just… hard. It’s so hard for me to like, be a person. And the adderall shortage is making it so much worse. I can only get the instant release tablets, MAYBE, if I’m lucky, and they just flat out don’t work as well as the extended release, which are impossible to find right now.

I have pretty severe TMJ, which is exacerbated by the instant release, so I’m constantly balancing being in so much agony and being a functioning person. The less pain I experience the more I fail at my responsibilities, and the more pain I’m in the better my brain works... And the more teeth I break. You don’t even want to know how much I’ve spent on dental work, and a mouth guard that my insurance refused to cover.

Basically, yesterday I chose to be irresponsible with less pain on my day off, which had major repercussions today. If I’m not like, 110% stressed out about everything 24/7 I WILL forget pretty much all appointments and commitments, but it’s unsustainable to live like this and my health is FAILING. I can feel myself becoming weaker and worn out. I’m killing myself just to appear “normal”. But I can’t do anything less, because if I get fired, goodbye health insurance! Then I wouldn’t even be able to get the shitty instant release tablets.

And it’s all invisible. No one suspects a thing. I can’t really talk about it. I told everyone we experienced a power outage, because the real reason just seems silly. Sorry, I took a day off from being a person yesterday because my daily life makes me feel like I’m drowning, and my meds didn’t kick in fast enough for me to remember on time! Sorry, I was distracted by having to pry my jaw open to brush my teeth when I woke up today since I already lost my $800 night guard! Sorry, I have chronic IBS which causes me so much pain that sometimes I can’t even move when I first get up, which was what delayed me taking my meds in the first place!

I don’t know what the point of this was. Happy disability month, I guess. It absolutely sucks here.

And if you think “everyone has a little adhd”, please go fuck yourself.

#rach.txt #this is a very personal post guys #trying not to spiral and writes an entire essay which is basically me spiraling #probably rsd #adhd #living with adhd #also fuck capitalism tbh

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robotrekwalkthrough · 1 year

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Rococo Town

Before leaving town he thought about buying provisions at the Crispy Shop, then he heard some mumbling coming from next to his house. They were those naughty children from the town who seemed to be organizing a plan.

Hero approached them:

Kid A: What do you want? I have an important meeting. Talk to me later.

Kid B: We’re planning to go on an adventure, but I’m not going to give you the details. Ha!

Kid C:We’re talking about going out to have fun. Go away!

With those comments, Hero preferred to let them continue with their plans to go out and have fun; in fact he wanted to go to his dad to show him his new robot, Redbot, but first he went to visit the store again.

Crispy Shop: Tool Shop

Unlike the first time now:

Hero: Hi, sir.

Tools salesman: Dr. Akihabara’s son?

Hero: I need to buy several tools to combine. I would like to invent things with the Invention Machine.

Tools Salesman: Want to invent things? Well, it’s not than simple. Your father read books, thought a lot, and invented things. He’d talk about combination, then collect a bunch of stuff and make something.

There’s sure junk in the back. Do you want it?

Hero: Sure, I’ll take it!!

Tools Salesman: Go in the back. There’s two capsules there. Take them both.

*Hero went in search of the two scraps that are inside some capsules.

On the way to dad's house:

Father’s House

Hero left the town and walked through the suburbs until he reached his father's house.

Hero: My father and I really like nature! I'll see if the little bird from last time laid an egg in the nest.

In effect checking the nest to find a small egg.

Hero entered his father's house and saw one of those guys who were chased by the police, when he and his father were moving to Rococo Town; having a talk with his father:

Soldier: How about it, Doctor? A good salary, benefits, and health insurance!

Akihabara: It never changes! You Hackers area all a like. What an evil bunch!!

Soldier: That’s what you say, but evil is good. Evil is the job.

For our future we need great inventors whit your kind of power!

Akihabara: Hmmm...I appreciate your interest, but I can’t use my inventions for evil.

I’ll show you my latest invention. Want to know it is?

Soldier:...Oh, a trumpet? I remember...In high school. In was in the band.

Akihabara: It’s not just a trumpet, you use it like this.

Soldier: Waa-a-a-a-a-a-h!!

At the same time that the bad guy was running away from the house, the cat, Kurogane was running scared towards the next room.

The fleeing bad guy was so scared that he pushed Hero who ended up at the entrance to the door, so he could escape. Hero, with his backpack half open, walked towards his father and worriedly said:

Hero: Dad? Who was that guy? Dad?!...

Dr. Akihabara, thinking that his son had managed to build a robot and seeing a capsule in his backpack, forgot for a few moments what had happened to the soldier:

Akihabara: Oh, Hero. Wow! A robot! You must use it, too. If you can configure the robot’s Status and Skill with the Invention Machine, you can make the robot stronger.

Hero, realizing that his father was distracted by the robot, asked him again:

Hero:Dad...Who was that guy? I heard that he proposed that you work for evil.

Akihabara: What? Him? He’s been around lately. A Hacker Soldier. He’s spying. Inventions have a meaning if they’re useful. Using them for evil is out of the question. You can have this. A Surprise Horn. It’s really loud. It will be useful.

Hero received the Surprise Horn!

While receiving the item, Hero thought:

“So those well-covered guys are the Hackers...Interesting.”

Later, he remembered that the Hacker Soldier was scared by that invention, so he thanked his dad:

Hero: Thank you dad! Your invention sounds like an explosion. Is incredible...It even woke me up, today.

His father laughed and then was proud of his son who he saw was striving to be an inventor like him, said:

Akihabara: While you’re here. Would you like me to tell you about my inventions?

Hero: Please!

What Subject?

Akihabara: Inventions-

To invent, Inspiration is need. There are many Kinds. First, Reading.

You have seen the Invention’s Friends books haven’t you?

You should read them. Some of them may be hard for you to understand but eventually you’ll be able to.

And, listen to other people.

Check out everything. That’s the first step. In order to buy Material, you need GP. Don’t forget. Inventions aren’t free.

What to hear more?

Hero: Yes, teach me.

Akihabara: What subject?

Akihabara: Combinations-

If you combine 2 of your own items with a Robot’s equipment, it’s called Combination.

Especially Scraps can make lots of things the combination doesn’t need GP. Experiment.

If you combine new and used weapons, the new weapon will have more power.

Hero: Understood.

What to hear more?

Hero: Yes, teach me.

Akihabara: What subject?

Akihabara: Robots-

Robots-Once created, are very reliable.

Robots-The Invention Machine creates up to 3.

Robots-Once they’re created you can power them up.

Robots-Weapons and other equipment are made by combining. With the Machine’s Program Changing the Special Attack Program is possible.

Robots-When HP is low, Repair will heal them. Whit the Invention Machine, Maintenance can be done. You can change robots in battle Hero by using command.

Hero: Okay dad.

Akihabara: What to hear more?

Hero: Nothing.

Akihabara: No, no more.......Ok. No, that’s all right...

Hero:Don't worry dad. I'll soon understand those books After all, you know that I really like to read. I will listen to people's concerns to inspire me, build inventions to help them and about the cost of the inventions...Max and Ralph from the Invention Machine told me.

His father confirms what he thought, that he will be a good inventor like him and smiled at him.

After talking to his father he went to Development Room Invention Machine to programmer Skills his robot.

Hero: Skill. The special move is a combination of the R button, L button, and X button...I try whit RRR. Name: Triattack.

Concluding he left the Development Room, walking out, he noticed Kurogane in front of his father's bed. He looked like he wanted to show something.He approached to know that he wanted to show him his cat.

Hero: What do you want to show me, Kurogane?

Approaching, he saw a book between the sheets of the bed. Even though it was one of inventions, he took it and began to read it. To his surprise, *Hero found a Diary on the bed! The Diary looks old.

Kurogane: Huhhh...

At his cat's insistence, he continued reading it:

“*Month, *Day”.

“The Android, Nagisa, is finished. No one can tell she’s an Android. Nagisa looks like my late wife when she was young. As if she’s come back. I’m a little embarrassed. Little Hero if he thinks of her as his mother, it will be a success.”

Hero put the Diary back where he found it. Then:

Hero trying not to speak loudly:

Hero: Nagisa! My assistant...She's an android and my mom! I can't believe that!! Now I understand why the similarity. *I thought she would be like a older sister, but I was wrong. No, no, no, no...My father built an android based on mom!

Kurogane? So that's what you wanted me to know.

Kurogane replied:

Kurogane:Meow.

Holding back tears, to remember his mother. He caressed his cat and said:

Hero: You must be a very smart cat.Thank you.

Kurogane replied, again:

Kurogane:Meow.

After congratulating his cat, he went to the living room, saw his father and walked quickly towards the exit door. His father found out and told him:

Akihabara: Since we’re close, let’s visit your ancestor's graves.

Hero with a smile replied: “Sure Dad”.He still couldn't get over the fact that Nagisa is really his mother.

Leaving the house, before he could continue moving towards the grave of his ancestors to tell their what had happened, he heard the voice of that Hacker who was trying to make some kind of deal with his father or rather trick him into working for evil.

Soldier:Hey, kid, wait!

Hero stopped, Hacker continued:

*Soldier: Hey, kid. Are you the son of Dr. Akihabara? Come with me. The Hacker boss said to take you as a hostage if the Doctor doesn’t cooperate. Gruntt!!

The First Battle.

The first battle of Redbot and Hero began.

Hero:There's no way. I wont go with you!...Redbot, It's time for you to take action.

Hero got out Redbot to get rid of a Hacker:

Hero:Go!

He ordered his robot to use its arm cannon and fire a projectile and scare the Hacker away.

After the battle, the boy and the robot were calm at having gotten rid of that "evil guy."

Hero: Good job Redbot, there will be the opportunity to test your new skill, now you must return to the capsule. See you later pal.

Redbot :See you later Master...Hero.

Hero doing facepalm when he heard his robot pal call him master again and while he put it in the capsule he said:

"There are 2 more robots missing...I'm sure they will also call me master... I would like you to call me my name, no Master."

The recovering Hacker opined: "Well, I think it's okay to be called you Master. Well, that's my opinion.”

Hero told him: "Hmm...well. I prefer to be called by my name."

In a few moments the kid and the Hacker remembered what had happened before, therefore:

Soldier: Oh great! Beaten by a kid! What will I tell the guys? I’ll never live this down?

Hero scared, forgot to visit his ancestors and went to his father to tell him.

Hero:Dad!

Akihabara: What’s the matter Hero?...

Hero:A Hacker Soldier tried to take me hostage so that you would resign and work for them.

Akihabara: What?...A Hacker Soldier?...He was?

Hero: Yes, dad and with the help of Redbot, I was able to save myself.

Akihabara: I’m glad you’re safe. Nagisa worries when you’re late. Return to Rococo.

Hero:Nagisa? Of course, dad, I'll return to Rococo.

Ancestors' tomb.

Leaving the house, Hero remembered what his dad had told him, about visiting his ancestors, so he headed towards where they always were.

Towards his right, passing some trees, he approached where his ancestors' tomb is.

On the stone

Akihabara Family Tomb is carved.

Hero tells the stone all that's happened.

Kneeling and closing his eyes he told them:

Hero: Great-great-grandfathers*...I was able to build a robot with one of the invention machines that you helped develop, but one of those Hackers tried to my dad, your descendant, Dr. Akihabara to work for evil. He didn't accept and the same Hacker tried to take me as hostage so my dad would give up and accept. With the help of my robot you can free me from this bad guy...I hope the robots that I can build can help our people save themselves from those bad guys.

About Nagisa…She's technically my mom, like a her robotic reincarnation and now I'm going to visit her, but I won't tell her that I already know. I'll tell you more later. Bye.

Hero got up and headed to Rococo Town to see Nagisa.

*In Japanese: Hero found a diary in the bed! The diary seems to be from a long time ago. “The android "Nagisa" is almost indistinguishable from a fully developed human. ``Nagisa'' was made to resemble my late wife when she was younger, so I’m a little nervous, as if my wife has returned.If Hero, who is still young, thinks Nagisa like a mother, I think this invention is a success."

Hero gently returned the diary to its original location...

*Inspired by the official Quintet Quiz from Terranigma, there’s the question of true or false:

“In Slapstick, Nagisa, who lets you save the game, is the protagonist's older sister.” False.

*In Japanese: "Hey boy, you're Dr. Akihabara's child, right? Will you come with me?" If the doctor doesn't cooperate A great hacker told me to take you hostage Don't think badly about it! ”

*Logically, in the tomb they should say the name of their ancestors, that's why the "..." and to avoid spoilers in this guide.

#Robotrek #スラップスティック #Terranigma #天地創造

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peter today I've been arguing on twitter and clearly it's a sign I'm not meeting my needs in terms of meaningful engagement in making the world a better place. I applied to get training as a peer support worker, but if I don't get accepted do you have any other suggestions? [preferably something that can lead to work as opposed to only volunteering, bc tuition obvs doesn't pay itself]

-self actualization anon andy

holy shit best of luck I am rooting for you so hard!!!!!! Peer support specialists are some of the best people on earth, seriously, I have never met one I didn't love with every cell in my body.

With looming layoffs at my company I've been thinking about other jobs a lot and I fell into mine accidentally. I went from restaurant manager to home & auto insurance and got lucky with that, and then looked for admin positions and got one with an insurance plan that I only understood served foster youth after getting hired. When I was a restaurant manager I wrote about local arts things on the side to keep me alive, and that writing helped get the auto insurance job. It didn't help pay bills, but it made life livable.

I think there's a lot of good a social worker can do but you could not pay me any amount of money on earth to get an advanced degree in it and not even just because of your point about tuition. A lot might depend on where you live - in my state (Kentucky) I might recommend the Family and Youth Resource Centers (FRYSCies) or community based organizations like The Book Works or KY-SPIN that do educational advocacy and offer peer support-adjacent services that don't require PSS cert. Managed care is my field, and it's not the most stable but something like a Community Health Worker might give you some useful searches whether it's with insurance or not. Centers for Independent Living can vary in name and quality, but if youre US your state will have some. I wish I had more jobs I knew were meaningful or how to get into them.

And I don't know if it's relevant but... I didn't feel like a real adult until I was 27, and I'm only 29 now. I can't believe I used to just cold email people to interview them about the arts in my community - I was so desperate at 23, 25. I cooked potluck dinners every week for friends for a few years, even if it didn't matter what we ate. But I think my biggest strength is finding something in my job to care about impacting people - my ch*potle regulars, one of whom is still a good friend and also was a PSS briefly; my home customers who I could explain things to, help them understand their policies; supporting my direct care co-workers, finding ways to make their jobs a tiny bit easier. When you are hungry for connection it is so hard to stay hungry, but the older I get the more firmly I believe that every little thing you do to make a difference for somebody matters.

I may not know you, but if you're looking for meaningful work in places like PSS certifications, I bet you have it in you to find ways of making that difference. And you never run out of chances, even if you're twice my age you still have years to go to keep making a meaningful difference. I hope this doesn't come across as trite, because it's what I lean on when I feel like nothing I do matters, which has been about half the time lately. If you have people you care about, let them take care of you too; if you feel like you don't have that and are isolated, it may not be much but I am rooting for you. I mean that. Happy to share my discord as well, if you ever wanna connect directly - I also could probably swing some more specific recs for some US states. But keep me updated anyway, my friend. Dreaming bigger is more than half the battle.

#i read half this ask and LEAPT out of bed it rejuvenated me so much 💕💕💕#seriously anyone going for PSS has a place in my heart. so much love to you #work woes #long post #peter answers

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hi hello i have entered my saw phase very late and wanted to request some stuff with william easton x male reader! possibly coffee shop au but honestly i will gladly take any easton content :] 📼

Black Coffee, Please | William Easton x Male!Reader

Hi there! It's never too late if you ask me! Welcome! :') Thanks for the request, I really hope you like what I've done with it! Sorry it took me a bit. ^^"

summary; William always goes to the same coffee shop and is instantly enamoured by you when he first meets you there.

notes; Male!Reader; Coffee Shop AU; Asking Out; Pre-Relationship; Short-ish Fic.

Every morning, William went to the same coffee shop. He knew the staff by name and even some private things about them at this point, after years of going there every single day; even on his days off.

So, of course he immediately noticed a new face as soon as he entered.

Walking up to you with a smile, he was greeted by you with your own grin, as you enthusiastically cited the coffee shop’s signature greeting.

“What can I get for you?” you asked, then, tapping your fingers lightly against the side of the cash register’s screen.

“Just a black coffee, please,” William answered, already taking out the money for the coffee, plus tip. He always left at least twenty dollars of tips and fifty on a very good day.

Today was one of those better days, considering that you were new and that he was instantly enamoured by you. He didn’t know why. It was just something about your attitude, which didn’t seem fake at all, and your overall being that captivated him.

To be polite, he let you tell you what he owed for the coffee before putting the dollar bills in your outstretched hand and then leaving the fifty dollars in the tip jar for you.

Your eyes widened. William couldn’t help the smirk that stretched his lips.

“Uh, sir? That’s- those are fifty dollars. Did you mean to-”

“I did,” he said gently, “You’re new here, aren’t you?” It was a rhetorical question of course.

Dumb-founded, you nodded.

“Nice to meet you,” he squinted at your name tag, “Y/N. I’m William Easton. I work at the Umbrella Health insurance company across the street.”

“Oh, that’s you!” you exclaimed, clamping your hand over your mouth as soon as you said it, “Sorry. Just- Selina told me about you already. She speaks very highly of you. I can see why now.”

A soft chuckle left William’s lips, “I should hope so. Is Selina well? Greet her for me when you see her, please.”

You nodded, “I will! She’s just taken a day off.”

“Right. I remember.”

With a polite little smile, you gave him his coffee that Jack made behind you while you two talked.

“Thank you. Have a good day, Y/N,” William told you kindly.

Quickly, you thanked him and then he turned to walk out.

He thought he was going to like coming to the coffee shop even more now that you were there.

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Over the next couple of months, William found himself looking forward to coming to the café every morning, smiling before he even entered when he could spot your face from outside already. He still wasn’t sure what it was about you that ran him over with all those feelings, but he wasn’t about to complain. After all, you were a handsome man, kind, a little shy at first, and overall a fun person to be around, he’s come to realise.

Every time, you two talked a little, considering he usually opted to come in at a time that not a lot of people were around, so it was possible. During those months, he found out quite a few things about you; what you liked, your hobbies, why you decided to work at the coffee shop, and so much more. And everything you had told him only made his feelings for you grow.

William didn’t really know what to do with those feelings, though. Should he tell you and hope for the best? He wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. He had a hunch that you liked him too, but perhaps that was more wishful thinking than anything else.

Nonetheless, he opted to find out instead of letting his few insecurities get in the way. He always prided himself to live in the present. There was no time like it, after all. Especially because his job was to look into people’s past and future and decide on their present based on those facts. It was only fair if he was to take a risk for once, he thought.

Thus, he came back into the coffee shop during his lunch break when there were only a few people inside.

“Oh! Hi, William,” you greeted him with a bright smile upon seeing him. He loved hearing his name fall from your lips. It was only recently that you started calling him by his first name, rather than ‘Mr Easton’, after he insisted on it for a good while.

“Hello, Y/N.” William walked up to the counter, adjusting his tie; although it wasn’t necessary at all. He was nervous. “Listen, I just came in here to ask you something.”

Your smile never left your lips, but it wasn’t as big and bright anymore, “Okay?”

William exhaled slowly to steady himself a little. He wasn’t usually nervous like this, as he was confident in himself, but even he had to admit that the possibility that you might turn him down scared him.

“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?”

For a few short moments, there was silence. You looked surprised, but not disgusted, which was a small relief.

“Uh, sure! Yeah, I’d like that. Um, you do mean that as a date, right?” Your eyes moved frantically, as though they were searching for something in his own when you answered.

“I do,” he smiled, taking out one of his business cards, on which he’s written down his private phone number, “Here’s my number. Call me and we can discuss the details then, all right?”

Nodding, you took the card, read over it with a smile and pocketed it.

“Will do!” you beamed at him.

With excitement making him feel all fuzzy and warm, William returned the smile before leaving.

Indeed, he loved coming to the coffee shop more and more with every day. Especially when he got to greet you with a kiss, now.

#i swear i couldn't come up with a better title rip sorry #male reader #william easton #william easton x reader #peter outerbridge #saw vi #saw franchise #saw movies #saw fandom #saw fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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restforthe-burdenedsoul · 2 years

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July 21

I am feeling overall very proud of myself but this is still a rant. I went to Hobby Lobby today on a whim because I needed something for my invites. I didn’t think about it long, I just went.

Less than a year ago, maybe even only 6 months ago, I would have never. I was having panic attacks at the thought of leaving my house. It’s been a mixture of therapy, medication, and prayer that I believe has gotten me to where I am now.

Oh, I also had a big meeting with juvenile justice today and other than normal jitters of being the sole rep of my agency, it was totally fine. I even networked after and got myself on the list for the community mental health meetings.

I was with my last therapist for a good 2 years and still owe her 2k. That was a long story, but to sum it up, she kept telling me my insurance was covering 100% then in December said just kidding and that they only covered 100% for like two months. She kept wanting to talk payment plan at our next session and kept refusing to do a meeting outside that. 1. I’m not paying you to create a payment plan 2. Were you just assuming Every time I asked about payment?

Anywho, for almost two years she kept telling me my anxiety was covid related and kept shutting me down about my anxiety. She was a trauma counselor and she was shitty. Yes, covid played a huge role in my anxiety and it made for a great excuse for me to never leave my house. However, for her to have said “its covid, everyone is afraid right now” was so invalidating (I think she was aiming to validate tho) and wrong. 2 years with her and the only thing I really accomplished was overcoming my fear of sex (which was a huge thing don’t get me wrong). Two sessions with a lifecoach who specialized In narcissistic abuse helped me shift my entire perspective of my ex marriage and I finally feel free of that since getting prayer at church. Three months with my new therapist and I am actually seeing a hugeee difference in my anxiety.

And it isn’t all the meds cause I’m quite shit at remembering medication on a regular basis 😅😅

Anyway, proud of myself!

#mentalhealthawareness

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CW: Grief, Hoarding, Mental Health Issues

I made a special tag for those who need to tumblr savior it.

Today there were four of us at the meeting with the funeral director and none of us had any way to pay for this and that's how 3 against 1 votes ended up putting my mother's ashes in a fucking black, ordinary, temporary plastic box. And I get it, we're going to plant her anyway. But I wish we'd at least planted her in... Just something that wasn't a nondescript black plastic box.

I hate how undignified she went out and the fact that the emt didn't even think to put a sheet over her body to give her some dignity while a bunch of strangers and old friends (small town) tromped through her house.

We didn't get along well toward the end because she'd spent nearly 5 straight years completely unraveling and refusing any help or intervention. I missed her through those 5 years every day and I thought that made it easier but now I just miss her and I'm also angry about the lost time we could have had if she'd just let us help her. Especially me. I'm the daughter she made from scratch though I was no more loved than my sisters but damn it she used to at least listen to me.

I hate how expensive it is to die. I hate that she left no information anywhere for us and we had to resort to hail mary guessing pin numbers to get into her phone and computer and then everything was so password locked (and locked to her thumbprint) that I still have only scraps of clues about what was even going through her mind, or what help she might have left us to cover this.

I don't even know if this retirement paperwork is legitimate. My name on the retirement life insurance policy is in my *maiden* name. Our youngest sister is on there with her married name but it's spelled so incorrectly that it's going to be an issue. There was a will. It's not in her fire safe. It isn't anywhere. I don't even know where else to look.

Stacks and stacks and piles and piles of old mail, old receipts, old work files, my eighth grade report card, unsigned cards she bought and never gave anyone, gift cards she won at raffles and never used, *from years ago, like 2008*

And no Will. No guidance. Just... tons of shit she didn't want to deal with, so now it's left to us.

I'm angry and disappointed and frustrated and tired and I used to have this mom in around 2010 or so who I could have gone to for advice but she's fucking gone and she's *been* gone but DAMN, mom.

I know you thought you were gonna live forever and every time God came together you were just gonna fight him for another 10 years but maybe you could have prepared some backup just in case?

Mother please.

#mental illness tw #death tw #grief cw #frickinglion mom tag

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opedguy · 2 years

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Texas Mass Shooter All-too-Familiar

LOS ANGELES (OnlineColumnist.com), May 25, 2022.--Slaughtering 19 children and two adults at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas May 24, some 80 miles west of San Antonio, 18-year-old Salvador Rolando Ramos showed all the same traits of school shooters, reclusive, temperamental and non-communicative, all the hallmarks found in teenage killers. While there are plenty of misanthropes that don’t commit mass shootings, Ramos fits the profile to a T, showing the kind a Autistic Spectrum disorder often overlooked and untreated by school officials. Whether Ramos was ever treated for autism or other behavior problems isn’t know but it’s clear he had all the features of a ballistic killer. Ramos was shot dead by an off-duty immigration and border inspection officer but only after he had gunned down 19 children and two adults. Ramos’ mass-shooting comes only 10 days after a racist teenager murdered 10 Black people at a Buffalo supermarket. Before Ramos went on his rampage at Robb Elementary School, he shot his grandmother, who apparently remains in critical condition at an Uvalde hospital. Imitating the Dec. 14, 2012 Sandy Hook Elementary mass shooting in Newtown, Conn., Ramos, like 20-year-old Sandy Hook shooter Adam Lanza, shot his grandmother before moving on to his rampage at Robb Elemenary. Lanza shot his mother between-the-eyes before going on to Sandy Hook where he killed 20 children and six adults. Law enforcement officials no doubt look for a motive or precipitating cause for Ramos’ shooting rampage but glaring similarities exist between most childhood shooters. Like 18-year-old Payton S. Gendron who shot 10 Black people May 24 at a Buffalo supermarket, Ramos followed the same script of a teenage killer equipped with AR-15 assault rifles and body armor. Debate has started again over the Second Amendment and the need for better gun control legislation. When the National Rifle Association [NRA] meets in Houston May 27, speakers, including former President Donald Trump and Sen. Ted Cruz (R-Tx.), will no doubt blame the Uvalde incident on mental illness or some other type of depravity. “He [Ramost] was kind of a weird one. I never got along with him. I never socialized with him. He doesn’t talk to nobody,” said Juan Alvarez, 62, boyfriend of Ramos’ biological mother. “When you try to talk to him he’d just sit there and walk a way,” speaking volumes about the reclusive, socially inept personality that often goes with child mass shooters. What’s disturbing is the fact that Uvalde police, two months earlier, came to the Ramos home for a domestic dispute when he left to live with his grandmother. Uvalde police did not assess Ramos for dangerousness. Police and other mental health professionals often miss signs of dangerousness, failing to get appropriate treatment for suspicious individuals. With today’s medical insurance not covering all mental health, it’s difficult for law enforcement or school counselors to refer to appropriate treatment. Police cannot intervene early because it violates civil rights, unless a violent incident has already occurred. Ramos had no history with the Uvalde police or his high school with violent behavior. Reports of Ramos telling a friend that he might do “something” didn’t result in police notification. Ramos grandfather, Rolando Reyes, said they were not aware that Ramos possessed assault rifles and ammunition. But whatever the holes in the current mental health system, elected officials must pass some type of gun legislation to prevent teenagers from getting assault weapons. Ramos apparently bough the assault rifles legally close to his 18th birthday. Where he got the cash for the purchases in anyone’s guess. Elected officials, including Second Amendment advocates, must accept existing research on brain development, knowing that the adult brain doesn’t mature until at least 25-year-of-age, maybe later. So when it comes to purchasing firearms at retail stores, elected officials can surely agree that teenagers aren’t ready to assume responsibilities of gun ownership. Much talk in the gun debate focuses of longer waiting periods to complete gun purchases or extending more comprehensive background checks. While all of that can’t hurt, elected officials must keep guns out of the hands of teenagers, no matter what. Until the teenage brain evolves by age 25 into a responsible adult, the government must prevent teens from buying lethal weapons. Salvador Rolando Ramos was another teen killer, someone with a disturbed upbringing, but, more importantly, just not mature enough to buy lethal weapons. When 49-year-old Texas Democrat governor candidate Beto O’Rourke interrupted Texas Gov. Greg Abbott at a press conference today in Uvalde’s central square, it said more about politics than any practical ways to prevent future mass shootings. “This one is on you,” O-Rourke screamed at Abbott, blaming the pro-Second Amendment governor for the horrific mass shooting. But instead of hurling insults, elected officials must work together across the aisle to come up with a fix that works. Since it’s impossible, at this point, to assure comprehensive mental health services, elected officials could still change the age at which lethal gun purchases take place. Raising the legal age to 25 would have saved at least 19 children and two adults. About the Author John M. Curtis writes politically neutral commentary analyzing spin in national and global news. He’s editor of OnlineColumnist.com and author of Dodging The Bullet and Operation Charisma.

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Idk why but I was thinking about this last night, probs bc I was complaining about spending almost $400 on meds today bc the generic vyvanse is on back order so name brand Vyvanse went up literally $100 in price

But regardless, I was talking to my bf about how like. Regardless of what the republicans (and more conservative dems) say, they will have to forgive student debt within my life time. Like they will have to, it won’t be an option. I’m not saying I’ll necessary benefit from it— I’m hoping to participate in the public service forgiveness program— but like we are already seeing the effects of student loan debt in millennials and older gen z kids. Like this will be one of the next major financial crises in the US without a doubt. Like we’re at the point where something has GOT to give. I think it’s fair to say that this isn’t the first time there has been a lot of like civil unrest in the US like during the Vietnam war.

I would say that the current level we’re at has been going on for MUCH longer, like there are so many terrible things going on in the states that we just don’t have any control over for the most part. Like our health insurance costs are beyond outrageous. I make $28/hr and pay $360 a month just for health insurance for myself, and my insurance company gets to decide what pharmacy they will cover costs and whether or not they will cover certain meds that my doctor has literally determined to be necessary. They want me to use a mail order pharmacy which I refuse to do. I also have to meet a $2k out of pocket deductible before I even get to pay the co-pay prices.

So after insurance and taxes, I make about $900 a week. With all of my meds combined it costs me between $550-600 the last couple of months for my meds alone. If you factor in my other bills like my car payment, student loans, my portion of our mortgage, and credit cards that I had to use when I had like no money), I’m at like 60-75% of my income probs. I make almost 4x the national minimum wage, and almost 3x the minimum wage in my state. It is literally almost impossible to afford to live in this country for so many people. Like when I say that something has got to give I don’t mean that in like the exasperated sense of the phrase (even though it also applies), I mean like quite literally regardless of what shitty rich politicians have to say and how much they deny it and say it isn’t necessary, something WILL have to give, it WILL happen bc there will no longer be any options. Realistically I think it will be student loans bc it will be easy for the to “justify” bc of the effects on the economy, even though socialized healthcare would be much more beneficial and positively affect WAY more people.

I don’t even know where I was going with this but I’m just so tired of not being able to do anything, or like usually specifically republicans doing things to not only prevent progress, but also just to fucking spite the democrats

#personal #the last bit was about the fact that my state legalized recreational marijuana last fall #and the republicans are fighting against making it feasible to open dispensaries here #like it would bring in jobs and money into our economy #with people from other states coming here to buy stuff #the state could make money from the taxes on it #literally all things they platform for #they don’t actually care about these things #they care about doing the opposite of the dems that’s it that’s their whole thing #long post

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March

2024 03 22

Well, I got another chapter written on daughter today. I think I’m thinking of revising what I had planned for the next chapter. Not sure I want to really get into the kidnapping Cayenne and that kind of stuff. I had to shift the focus to Laughing Mountain so we could take care of the agents for the for the Silent Insurgent this was a little difficult but I do need some action for back on Shangri-La. At the moment I don’t have a clue what I’m gonna do though. I did have the squabble between the Malcolm and Grace, which kind of moves that relationship along. That’s going to be a real slow burn anyway. If I do anything else with it it’ll be in the 3rd book and I’m not sure what I’m gonna be doing for that one. Oh well.

2024 03 14

Downloading the payroll stuff was surprisingly easy. Now all I have to do is send it off to the web site.

Since I have some extra time to work on Daughter of Shadows. I'm getting down to the end. I've got four more chapters lined up but all of those are the ones did that make or break the ending.

Once that is done, the editing starts and that can be a bear. I set the release date for May 31st. I could have made it earlier, but I wanted to give myself plenty of time to do any rewrites that need to be done.

I sold 2 books at The Clovis Art Guild meeting last night. I just took them with me because I knew that two of the ladies who buy my books would be there. Cradle of Fire still had the old cover, so I gave the gal who bought it a break on the price. The Arcadian Web I sold for $15; Amazon has it as $15.99 but I didn't want to deal with pennies thank you very much.

2024 03 13

I did get another two chapters of Daughter done this weekend. I still need a humdinger ending though, and I don’t want it to come off like a superhero fight. I want to tie the conflict between the Silent Insurgence and the World Preservation League into another book for the Bedingfeld family on Arcadia, maybe St. Antoni and Halcyon, so whatever plot line I come up with can’t close off those plot lines…

Sorry this blog isn’t really about my books—sometimes life interferes with writing. Sorry about this, but you’ll need to excuse the rant—I’m feeling very frustrated. I just spent the last two days trying to help my son get his health insurance straightened out, and I’m still not done! He qualified for Covered California this year, but unfortunately, they show him as enrolled in Medi-Cal and he has to get removed from there to be signed up with Covered California. Aside from the issue of Social Services outside lines not working (they finally admitted that when we went down there in person), they don’t give out their website (we had to get that from them in person too!), and to top things off, they won’t take his 2023 W-2 as proof he’s not self-employed! They want 52 paycheck stubs! So guess what I’ll be doing tomorrow! Then I was told it might take two weeks to process the paperwork! AARGH!

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