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thedisablednaturalist · 9 months

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Literally all the shit rich people have turned into luxuries are stuff many disabled people need (or would need to manage their pain but can't afford it)

Comfy ergonomic chairs

Indoor pool/hot tub (therapy bath)

Massages on the regular

Aides (rich people call them servants)

Yea even a cook who makes you special meals (perfect for people with special dietary needs and for those with severe allergies, as well as people who are in too much pain or are otherwise unable to cook)

Elevators in your house (even small ones just for groceries, my rich aunt has one in her beach house!)

Rich people don't buy these for fun I hope but custom powerchairs are obscenely expensive. It pisses me off when I see another person invent "the wheelchair of the future!" Which then is literally never fucking used because none of us can afford it (and insurance definitely won't pay)

Indoor gyms or even personal exercise equipment. Hard to go out to a gym somewhere else when you're disabled, especially if you are immunocompromised

Outdoor spaces to relax in. It's literally vital for your mental health to at least see the outdoors. I'd rather be bedridden in a sunroom (with retractable blinds) than a shitty apartment with one tiny window.

There's even freaking health retreats these people go to regularly. There's a fibromyalgia retreat in new york where they basically take care of all your needs while trying different treatments and seeing which ones help. Either it's heaven or making money off of scamming desperate people who are able to scrape the money together to go.

Private planes, which I honestly think shouldn't exist, but one that specifically catered to people with disabilities (spaces for wheelchairs/other mobility devices, accessible handicapped airplane bathroom, anxiety reducing tools, trained medical personnel and care team)

Also customized cars, except instead of making gas guzzling racecars to joyride in while everyone else is trying to get to work, cars with electric ramps, lifts, doors, cars customized for someone with limb differences. Those cars where you can roll your wheelchair right up to the wheel. Fuck even self driving cars once they are no longer deathtraps.

Skincare products that are safe for sensitive skin like eczema but also actually work

Nice-looking clothes customized to fit limb differences, access points, look good in wheelchairs, colostomy bags, etc. while also being comfortable and not fast fashion.

Dental care!!! What the fuck why is this shit so expensive!! I don't want my teeth to fall out!! (Disabled people usually need more dental care bc we have a harder time keeping up maintenance)

Rich people go and splurge on all of these even though they don't need them while calling disabled people selfish for begging their insurance for even one of these.

#disability #chronic disability #chronic pain #chronic illness #fibromyalgia #spoonie #wheelchair #wrenfea.exe #i hope one day i can get even a small therapy tub #bc hot water therapy is one of the best things for my pain #and swimming is the only painless exercise i can do

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jointherebellion215 · 3 months

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His Kiss, The Riot

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: When you and your secret lover make plain to Feyd-Rautha your wishes for a life together, despite the proposed arranged marriage, he surprisingly acquiesces. But he can't let you go so easily, can he? Loosely based on the song from Hadestown.

Word Count: 1.6k

TW: manipulation, Dark!Feyd-Rautha, arranged marriage, NONCON elements, gore, violence, she/her pronouns, female!reader, tragedy, star-crossed lovers, songfic, not quite a happy ending (oops), dark dark dark interpretations of Hadestown and the story of Orpheus and Eurydice.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read If It's True and liked, reblogged, or commented. I appreciate every single one of you. As always, I would love some feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs if you can :)

This is Part Two to my Feydestown trilogy (I'm so sorry for the pun). You can read Part One here.

AO3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories or events other than what are directly referenced are strictly coincidence.

The devil takes this Orpheus

And his belladonna kiss

“So you wanna get married? Take away the woman I just offered my hand to, to whom I all but have legal claim?”

Your beloved’s replied words of affirmation to his words hold the slightest tremor, but like a dog to fresh meat, Feyd-Rautha sniffs this out immediately. Another smile graces his face. Feyd speaks to the crowd now, “Yes, I was promised the Lady’s hand in marriage. But! I am a benevolent figure, so I guess I’ll let the lovebirds go.”

The crowd starts to give polite applause, while your knees grow weak at the news. You can go? Has love really prevailed on this day?

“However,” and with that, your heart drops “I have some conditions for these… nuptials.”

You could sense the air growing thick with tension as the reality of the na-Baron’s ruling twists out of your favor.

“Conditions?” You whispered.

“Of course, my darling! I can’t make this too easy on you, now can I?” Feyd paces back and forth on the steps from which he speaks, making your eyes dart back and forth with each step he takes. Vigilance overtakes your body in case of any rash decisions.

“You two can leave the city, but it won’t be hand in hand. This pair will have to walk in single file, with the boy in the front and my darling Lady at least thirty paces behind. No ships, no speeders, no running. Walking.”

The energy of the room starts to grow more electric as the points of this term seem to set in.

“The Lady cannot speak out or make any indication of her following behind. You’ll be faced forward the whole journey. Once you reach the edge of the city and passed the threshold, you can be together for eternity.”

Your breath hitched. Seems easy enough, right?

“But, if the boy so much as turns his head to check and see if the Lady is following, the deal is off. She’ll return to me, and we will be married.”

Nothing makes a man so bold

As a woman’s smile and a hand to hold

“Is this a trick?” Your beloved asks plainly.

Feyd tilts his head, pacing down the steps to ground level. “Now, what makes you say that? I’m being generous. I’ve set my terms.” He is now nose-to-nose with the man attached to you.

“Now meet them or face the consequences.”

The hand holding yours is now pooled with sweat. You quickly and subtly jerk the arm of your beloved when he starts to protest, not recognizing a gift when he sees one. You bow, the picture of poise and grace that you were raised to be. There is still time to leave with all of your limbs intact, you could not afford to slip up now.

“We offer our most sincere gratitude, my Lord na-Baron. Thank you for this most auspicious opportunity. We will not squander it.”

Your beloved gives a clumsy bow to match yours. Feyd’s manic smile grows as he clasps his hands together. The sound echoes through the hall.

“So it shall begin!”

But all alone his blood runs thin

And doubt—doubt comes in

The pair of you hold hands, side-by-side, at the entrance of the palace gates. A crowd has followed you to the edge, with onlookers from the outside spectating the unexpected appearance of a noble. Occurrences like this did not happen often, if ever.

“You heard the terms. The Lady must walk thirty steps behind. She must not speak to you.” Your hands reluctantly separate, following the orders you were given. You can feel your heart pounding with each step that you take away from each other.

“Some of my guard will accompany you, to ensure that you comply to the letter.” Four Harkonnen warriors step forward and encase you in a square formation, leaving the love of your life alone and vulnerable. He looks back towards you, fear and doubt creeping into his eyes. You nodded at him, believing that you could succeed in your task. That you would prevail.

“You may begin.” Feyd voices, and with that—you start your journey. Step by step, you walk further through the foliage that immediately surrounds the castle gates and into the city square.

Once you and your beloved reach the horizon, Feyd turns to walk past the crowd and back into the corridor.

Your father, the Duke, bows quickly and offers his gratitude, but is ignored as the younger Harkonnen goes to gather his blade and shield. With a yell, he summons his guards to formation. As Feyd checks the integrity of his weapon, one of the Baron’s advisors tentatively steps towards him.

“My Lord, perhaps you should consider letting them go—” In the blink of an eye, the man is silenced with a swift slash to the throat. Blood spills through the advisor’s hands as he struggles to put pressure on the opening. His body flops to the floor and Feyd carelessly steps over the writhing body to march forward.

“Let’s go fetch my bride.”

Dangerous this jack of hearts

It had been almost an hour of walking by this point. There had been almost a dozen times where you wanted to give any audible indication to your lover that you were here. A whisper, a whistle, a stomp of your foot. Anything. But now you could see the edge of the city, you could almost taste it.

A life with your love was within reach.

The guards accompanying you shifted inward, almost boxing you in. You were hopeful, but nerves were creeping in.

This was going well. Too well.

The grand arch signifying the edge of the city was above your lover now. The field that you used to meet at in secret lay just beyond it. You’re almost there. Just twenty more steps and you could be together, forever.

He steps over the threshold, you see his shoulders lift and fall in an exhale. Then, the man you had fallen in love with— who you wholly believe in— slowly turns his head to lock eyes with you. A pale figure steps out from behind a pillar accompanying the arch.

The growing smile on your face immediately falls. You call out his name.

Oh no.

The na-Baron tsked and shook his head, as if scolding a child. Harkonnen troops flanked the area, giving Feyd-Rautha enough berth to have his fun. The three of you were surrounded, but only one really had the advantage.

“You were so close!”

Your beloved held out a hand, “Wait, wait! I made it over!” He started to back away in fear, unarmed and exhausted from the long walk. Colorful, ripe foliage brushed his legs as he back into your field.

“Ah, but she didn’t. So, face the consequences.”

Then his blade pierced the man you love.

Your ears started to ring, throat working itself raw as you wailed. Tears blurred your vision, you could hear the gurgles of the blood leaving your fiancé’s mouth and the slosh of his newly disemboweled entrails hitting the lush field before you.

With his kiss, the riot starts

His body made a sick thud on the floor, and your body jumped along with it.

You ran towards your dead lover, cradling his face and sobbing for the soul that was just ripped away from you. He didn’t deserve such a violent end. His only crime was loving you and being loved in return.

A chuckle sounded from above you, and you turned your tear-stained face to the brutal Harkonnen. He was covered in the blood of your lover, his spoils of war staining his pale skin. Black teeth on full display, his shoulders gave a slight shake as he expressed his humor. His laughter sparked a rage in you like you’d never seen before. It didn’t matter what bonds you may or may not have formed over the conversations you had the last week. He’s a monster. He needs to pay for what he’s done.

Red flooded your vision.

With a roar, you lunged for the man. His laugh grew more manic as you smacked, punched, kicked, and hit every visible part of him that you could identify. In your grief, every ounce of training that you received flew out the window. He took every blow with a smile, as if he enjoyed the punishment you were attempting to bestow on him.

“There we go, my darling. Show me your pain. Your rage!”

Your mind started to clear with the more hits you landed. With a quick swipe, you had the weapon that killed your beloved against the naBaron’s neck. The Harkonnen soldiers immediately stepped forward, but Feyd stopped them with a wave of his arm.

“Ah ah ah! Leave her be.” His grin almost split his face in half, specks of dried blood making a painting of his face.

“Do it. Go ahead, come on.”

He pressed his neck forward, purposefully putting pressure on his own blade. Fresh blood started to trickle down his neck, adding to the gallons already spread all over his uniform.

The shock of his willingness to put his life on the line made you hesitate, which made him cackle in your face. Your anger made you draw the blade back and slice it across his chest. A groan left Feyd’s mouth,

“Good girl.”

An unexpected thunk to the head made your vision start to spin. Feyd’s arms braced around you, slowly lowering you to your knees and down to a lying position. He cradled your head as if you were a precious commodity, when he leaned forward and captured your limp lips with his.

As black started swallowing your vision, you heard him say,

“Don’t worry, my darling bride. It’ll all be alright. You won’t feel a thing.”

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alleyvoid · 2 months

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★ HOW I MANIFESTED MY ELECTRIC GUITAR 🦇

hello! I'm Ailen, I'm sorry if you see any grammatical or spelling errors, I don't speak english, so I use the translator :b

how i do it ;

My 15th birthday was coming up and since I was little I have been a huge rock fan, so I thought it was the perfect time to ask my father for an electric guitar. My father was the only one who was paying for everything (the party, dress, shoes, food, etc.) due to my mother's financial situation (they are separated)

I told my dad that I wanted the guitar and we went to see the prices, the guitar cost too much money and he told me that it wouldn't be possible to buy it for me since he couldn't afford it ( 3d ), but I couldn't care less, I was WHIMMY about having it.

When the idea of having the guitar came to mind, I would say things like "oh! I'll learn this song!" or "I have to look for teachers, I can't learn much alone", all my thoughts indicated that I already had it, I lived imagining playing my favorite songs or decorating it ( 4d ), but nothing indicated that I didn't have it.

About two weeks passed and my birthday party arrived, and it was no surprise to me when my father gave me the guitar that I specifically wanted, along with ALL the accessories.

so, remember !!!

decide what you want > thoughts aligned with what you already have > persist > have it in 3d

#law of assumption #loa tumblr #loa blog #loa #manifesting #manifesation #affirm and persist #assume and persist #persistence

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seat-safety-switch · 2 months

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Budgeting is one of those challenges we all have. No matter how rich you are, there is a fixed amount of money you can lay claim to. There's probably more things you want to buy with that money than you can afford. And there's a lot of lame, boring things you have to buy, like electricity and toilets. So you need to budget, to make sure that you don't accidentally impulse-purchase yourself into the poorhouse. Is having a working third gear in your truck really worth eating dumpster-dove Spam for a few weeks? Putting it down on paper will help you decide.

In times long past, this was a lot easier to do. You could physically see your money, and then stuff some of that money into your mattress. Back then there wasn't as much stuff to spend it on, too. Just booze and horses, and gambling was limited to how many of your neighbours wanted to play cards. Nowadays, at all hours of the night, a holographic anime maiden will invisibly reach her impossibly long fingers into your virtual wallet under the pretence of "just hanging out," and use your hard-earned dosh to play the slots in a country whose name you can't pronounce.

Budgeting had to advance with the times. Of course, the banks certainly aren't going to help you. They want you to spend way too much, so they can then sign you up for fancy products and charge you interest rates and user fees. That's why I started a new kind of bank. It's called SwitchBanc® and it is important to understand that the spelling is legally distinct in this country from the actual word "bank," for reasons that my attorney will disclose to you upon request.

Here's how it works: we hold on to all of your money, and we spend it for you. Sure, some months you might not get anything, other than a little note saying "we had to buy the cheap oranges again." And then, out of the blue, you'll get that Super T-10 you were dreaming of, with the straight-cut gears and the monster-short final drive to help make that quarter mile. Sure, it's not a five-speed, but our team of experts and complex mathematical analysis have proven that you were just going to keep it in fourth most of the time anyway. Importantly, you never have to worry: we'll take care of it on your behalf.

Of course, this service can't be provided for free. All those actuaries and shit cost money, not to mention their dorky little green visors and our insanely expensive advertising campaign. So once in awhile, we're going to dip into your money for something we want. As a treat, really, we deserve it after working so hard for you. Say, have you seen the brand new 5-speed Tremec TR3650 in my truck? I really had to save up for it.

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faterunes · 10 months

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hellooo, my names julius and my two roomies and i are in a bit of a tight squeeze at the moment. thankfully our landlord is letting us renew the lease but we are in a bad spot financially and arent exactly able to afford the full amount to renew the lease on time.

due to terrible fibromyalgia and ptsd flares as well as lack of transportation, i was making my living drawing digital art for freelance commission work, but recently fell and snapped something in my dominant hand. the hospital kept pushing my x-rays and other imaging back because of healthcare understaffing, but i am finally scheduled for an mri and, despite not knowing the nature of my injury until those results come back, my doctor said not to be hopeful and that this pain will probably stay with me for life. this wrist has required numerous other imaging, tests, and hospital visits before in the past because of serious nerve damage, and im terrified ill have to pay for a painful surgery and long amounts of physical therapy if the mri doesnt come back normal and this doesnt heal. i can't draw anymore and have no other way of making money.

after a month of job searching one of my roomies is dealing with his new job withholding his tips after claiming to have "lost" them, as well as the suicide of his close family member literally last week. on top of this, he contracted covid from the funeral and can no longer work due to how sick he is. the other is working 2 jobs and taking the role as covid caretaker, but can only cover and do so much. the three of us are surviving on a single income at the moment as well as whatever help our families have been able to spare and its been rough, to say the least.

any and all help is super super appreciated. everything we get is going towards emergency funds as well as rent, electric/water bills, medical bills, and whatever other roadblocks we may come across while trying to survive.

thank you all so much for any help and consideration 🫶 all likes and reblogs are super appreciated and any donations even moreso!

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giantkillerjack · 9 months

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the average person doesn't expect you to be a perfect ethical consumer, that's not possible for the vast majority of us. but what youre saying is it's better to do nothing at all and choose the worst possible options (sweat shops, overseas shipping waste, idea/product theft, all wrapped up in SHEIN) than to put even the tiniest effort in where you can.

[they are referring to this post]

What I said was "some people are doing literally everything they can to survive and have no extra bandwidth to spend extra time and money on their purchases, and it is cruel and therefore un-punk to gatekeep punkness and add additional shame to these people's lives based on that fact."

I think it's still a good thing to try to ethically consume; I literally never said it wasn't. I had never even heard of SHEIN before. Rather, I am much more concerned about what I saw as arbitrary gatekeeping based on ability and income.

And frankly how dare you claim that I am supporting sweatshops and abuse by saying that this additional work you are demanding (in this case, presumably, vetting every clothing company you buy from) is not always possible for people. It is not a light accusation to accuse me of supporting abuse.

"How dare you say we piss on the poor", Etc. 🙄 this isn't Twitter. You are determined to enforce moral purity, but you are failing to see the nuance.

Because when I say "no extra bandwidth," I mean no extra bandwidth. This is not the "car shows it's on E but actually secretly it has a lot of gas left" situation that abled people constantly assume disabled people mean when they say they are at their limit.

This is "the car has stopped moving, and to move it I'd have to break my body pushing it." This is "at a certain point, people will hit a wall in terms of money and time and energy, and any energy spent after that comes directly out of their life force."

So the argument "okay but just spend a little more time money and energy actually" is not a valid one.

And the argument "if you are not able to do this specific task, then it means you're not doing anything else to make the world a better place" doesn't exactly impress me either. You said yourself that it is impossible to be a perfectly ethical consumer for most people.

How do you know what else people are doing to resist oppression? How many hours per week until your standards are met?What if someone works 3 jobs? Does that mean it's harder to be a good person if you're poor?? Why do you get to decide what specific avenue of bettering the world is the most morally repugnant or acceptable? What kind of proof of goodness and effort would make you satisfied enough to lay off on the shame?? Who are you helping??

Clothing is a fundamental human need, and some of us have to buy cheap fucking clothes quickly. Billionaires are buying their seventh yacht this month. The people who own fast fashion companies are abusing their workers and putting local affordable clothing stores out of business - and this applies for basically every company with price points that low because governments are failing to regulate corporations to enforce basic human rights.

I have $300 to spend on a new wardrobe as my old clothes have fallen apart or become too small. Do you have a way for me to get a new winter coat, 3 flannels, 10 shirts, 3 dress shirts, new sandals, 10 pairs of pants, 5 bras, 12 pairs of socks, and 10 pairs of underwear within that budget and also definitely 100% ethically sourced, with free returns in case it doesn't fit? Or will I simply have to use the cheap stores?

I have about an hour to spend on this per week. Many mainstream stores doesn't make clothes in my size, and I am now in *year 5* of needing an electric wheelchair and being unable to get one; plus I live up a flight of stairs, so I can't even bring my walker out with me - so thrift shopping is not gonna cover this. Should I continue to wear small and tattered clothing until I have the time, money, and energy to meet your standards?

Did you know there are more empty homes in this country than homeless people? If I decide to splurge on only 100% ethically-produced products, and I can't make rent, and I become homeless, are YOU going to be there for me?? Or are you too busy litigating the endless tiny shames of poverty in your own community?

So I ask you again, are you SURE this is where you want to direct your punk energy?

Because there are a whole lot of rich people relying on people like us punching down and to the side instead of looking up to see where the money is going.

Because energy and time, as it turns out, are limited resources. And I would never expect you to secretly have more than you claim to have.

#original #punk #hopepunk #cripplepunk #i swear to god #reading comprehension website #how dare you say we piss on the poor #jfc 'what you're saying is we should do nothing' - what I'm saying is YOU are doing nothing by enforcing this boundary #you have to give people more credit than this. i believe you want a better world too. and it would be cool if you used your energy to #instead ask 'how do i fight for the people in my community to be clothed and have the time and income to shop ethically?'#or 'how do i support activism that pushes for regulation that could control these companies?'#monitoring how poor people spend money is a supremely Republican thing to do. as is demanding clear moral purity from every scenario.#you want a better world too. you want to demand your peers do better. - fine. good.#but you need to be asking if you have remembered and included everyone's needs when making statements like this.#capitalism is all for forgetting about poor and disabled people and refusing to believe their limits.#shame is a necessary weapon in fighting greed but it IS a weapon. be so careful where you point that shit. enough shame can kill a person #and a lot of us are already defending from it from all sides.#shaming a person who is already at their limit for not doing more is an act of cruelty. think very carefully about what that means please.#i literally don't even know what SHEIN is lol i just know classism when i see it #but I've had friends whose clothes were visibly falling apart with no income and so much so shame so deep in their hearts they were dying #and if they had seen that post it would have made them even sicker and gotten them no closer to the dignity of being properly clothed #shame is a weapon and /you need to be careful!!!!/

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sirfrogsworth · 6 months

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The reviews of the Cybertruck are starting to post today.

I think a lot of people want it to be extra terrible. And, like, everything that was clearly Elon's input is actually terrible. But the Tesla engineers tried really hard to put a quality, functional, electric truck inside of Elon's stupidity.

And I kind of feel bad for them.

It really seems like they did a good job considering the circumstances. But they were forced to put all of their engineering brilliance in a vehicle that looks like it was in the Super Nintendo version of Starfox.

Aside from the low polygon count, I think the most offensive thing about the Cybertruck is the official logo—which is plastered all over the truck.

Yikes.

The most concerning things about the truck that I could see are visibility issues. You can't see directly in front of you, which is actually a problem with a lot of oversized trucks in the US. And there is no visibility out the back either. There is a sliver of a window if you don't have the truck bed covered. There are rearview cameras, which are arguably better than craning your neck around, but screens and cameras can break or malfunction.

I'm also worried about the crumple zones. I just don't see how that is supposed to work with all the stainless steel panels. Crumple zones are probably one of the greatest car safety innovations along with seatbelts and airbags. Hopefully they found a way to make it work, but this car could be dangerous for the people driving it and the people this monstrosity collides into.

Also, don't ever dent or damage this truck. I have to imagine replacing bespoke stainless steel body panels that require special presses to manufacture is probably going to cost an exorbitant amount.

It's ugly and stupid and way more expensive than it needs to be and underneath... a decent electric truck.

And that is a shame.

An affordable EV truck which could be used by normal folks and not just Elon stans would have been a good thing. I don't think electric vehicles will save the planet. We should be building trains and more trains and then buses where the trains can't go. But that isn't happening, so transitioning to EVs is still *something.* Especially if they can be charged with alternative energy. If you are in an area with a coal plant and you charge your vehicle, the only benefit is not adding exhaust pollution to the area the vehicle drives. Which, again, is not nothing, but also not nearly enough.

The only good I can see in the Cybertruck is that some of the innovative engineering will trickle down into more affordable vehicles that normal people can buy and use. But that will take time. And they could have probably just made a simple, normal truck that costs half as much and sped that process up. Which is part of the reason it is clear Elon is not interested in saving the planet. He just wants his whims attended to.

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yooo-gehn · 3 months

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A late night rant about sex

A porn star once had an erectile dysfunction right in the middle of shooting porn, he just couldn't get it up, so you know what he did? The naked super sexy lady on top of him was just not arousing him, so he grapped his phone, and played his favorite porn clip, and shazam, he was back in the game. How crazy meta is that? A porn star needed porn to be sexually functional! Even when he knows exactly how unreal it is. I know it's easy to use this story to condemn porn, but actually screw that.

All I was thinking is damn, sex is never ever as simple as feeling aroused by mere naked bodies. It's a whole complicated very personal world we are taught to automatically feel ashamed of. It's a personal mood, taste, kink, type, fetish, and of course, it starts and ends in the mind. So much so that when it comes to turning yourself on, you can't do it because someone is naked and going down on you, you can only do it with seducing your specific mind with what it sexually craves.

But we are collectively and extremely sex starved that we become nations of hungry people eating the first thing they manage to put in their plate, for a starved person doesn't get to pick what they eat. They go for the bare minimum, or less. That porn star who couldn't get it up still have a better sex life than most people I know. We talk a lot about how bad porn is to the mind because it confirms our worldview, so nobody talks about how bad our actual sex life is, we are either masturbating alone as our little dirty secret, or we are denied our right to even admit we have personal nontraditional sexual cravings, cause you'd instantly be a filthy animal.

I read an article once in Psychology Today about how porn psychologically affects the sex life of married couples, bearing in mind we're Not talking about porn addicts who consume porn excessively, and you know what it basically said? The therapist didn't preach us about how porn automatically damages our sex life, but rather said what I always thought, that couples who had no problem with porn, found it arousing and helpful, and other couples who were uncomfortable with it, found it to be harmful, and consider it disloyalty if they found out their partner watches porn.

So your personal beliefs and preferences can make or break your sexual experience? And manifest itself physically? There's no "one ring that rules them all"? No ultimate manual or guideline that applies on everyone of us? Go figure.

You know, Napoleon once sent a letter to his wife saying "Home in three days, don't bathe", and it never grossed me out, in fact, it felt genuine, intimate sex as it should be, sex IS gross, we're fancy apes, who worry too much about looking our best, like it's a goddamn performance test. Like the brain doesn't fire bursts of electrical impulses from nowehere to nowehere during sex. Like it's not all about how ripe the moment is, how ripe your labia is, how ripe your cock is, how ripe your whole state of being is, and to be with a person who knows how to play the instrument of your body, cause they know, cause they made it safe for you to say, is sexier than every porn clip and every meaningless sex and every traditional soulless sex.

There's been a trend that looks down on passion cause it's a luxury for those who can afford it, missing the fact that just because something is out of reach, doesn't mean it's not important. We adapt to not having passionate lives by claiming it's silly to try to find our passions in life. But you know what eventually happens? We become a porn star doing his job and not be able to command his body to betray its nature. We become a porn star who sooner or later wouldn't be able to get it up.

#تأملات في الجنس

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undercover-underdog · 1 year

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I'm gonna be honest here. So, this isn't a usual funny post. Babe doesn't know. She's too discouraged right now for me to want to bring it up.

Even with the extra pay from other jobs, I'm not making enough to pay our bills and survive. Hell, I'm not even making enough for rent, car payment, and insurance... Rent alone is a week behind and the late fees don't do us any favors..

And with babe losing her job... We need help.

And a lot of it. Because we were barely making it before with 2 incomes. I traded and sold a lot of shit to get the things I have. But we're out of things to trade and sell. Food, electric, gas, fuel for the car, animal foods and litter? We can't afford them... I'm working 3 jobs as much as is humanly possible. But Amazon flex and stage handing aren't exactly stable gigs on top of my full time.

And it is absolutely humiliating to be back here after getting sober and promising myself we wouldn't have to ask for help again.

But I can't control the world and the chaos that ensues.

So... Here I am. Being honest. We need help. We are drowning.

If you can help my info is below.. again..

PayPal: @RaeTheGae

Cashapp: @$RaeTheGay

Venmo: Rae-Rumbelow

Zelle: [email protected]

#undercover-underdog #queer punks #signal boost #help...#indigents

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ellenchain · 3 months

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Which are the preferred personal vehicles of 47, Diana, Lucas and Olivia?

I know that 47 has access to the hearse in Freelancer and while that is his brand of humor, I don't see him using it much.

I bet Lucas had a bike he drove recklessly after he escaped from the institute (misquoting B99's Hitchcock, he has nothing left to live for and drives like it). But after he got Olivia, he upgraded to a car. But I can't decide if it's funnier if he goes directly to a football mom suv or if he drives something like a muscle car and only when someone makes an offhand comment on its safety, he switches to the suv. (Hi Mr Grey. Olivia is settling in nicely. Is it true you drove her in an Impala? My husband has one as his project car and those safety ratings are terrible, I would never pick up my kids in one. .......Haha, of coirse I wouldn't either, my car's at the garage nd this is just a rental........fuck).

Diana probably has a landrover, reinforced like a small tank.

I bet Olivia drives a cute hybrid or electrical car.

47.....sleek Italian sports car? In black, of course.

oh boy how I LOVE that question! Honestly, I've been thinking about that quite a lot recently, I don't even know why, but it crossed my mind

And I like your headcanon, which I absolutely agree with! They probably all have several cars, they are rich, they can drive whatever they want. But there are one or two cars that I associate with them…

I think 47 loves cars, especially old cars. He certainly has a penchant for spending his money on classics. But an everyday car? Next to his many sports cars (e.g. Lamborghini Aventador)? Probably a rich (old) person one like a Porsche Panamera (in red because it's probably his favourite colour, I mean his tie is always red):

But I think he prefers to drive his classics. Unfortunately I don't know much about them, but he seems to love this black one in Freelancer a lot!

I can well imagine Diana in a sleek little sports car. She certainly has to get around a lot and quickly. Power woman style (but still reinforced like a small tank, as you say. She knows her enemies and how to protect herself from them). I think Diana has a lead foot on the highway (that's what we say in Germany when you drive way too fast) So why not an Audi R8 in blue? Her little show-off car

47 loves driving in it. But not so much when Diana is at the wheel (vroom vroom)

Ohhh Olivia, our cute little mouse, must have been driving around in a junk car for many years. But she values environmental protection, so she got herself a small, affordable electric car recently (after the old car died). Everyone thinks the car is ugly, but she loves her green box a lot, her Honda e:

(this car is so ugly, it's insane)

And Lucas. Oh, he probably sees cars purely as a commodity. And yes, he certainly made sure to drive a decent car in Olivia's school days so that no one would be suspicious, but I think he has several cars (despite being against capitalism). One for missions, where you get a lot in, get through every terrain, etc., probably a Dodge Ram 1500:

(I don't know much about American cars, but here in Europe these things are way too big for our streets and are more used by hunters or forestry workers because you can pack a lot onto the loading area)

He probably has a small SUV for everyday use (in the city), because the weapons have to go somewhere, right? A Dacia Duster is probably something for him - relatively cheap, yet robust, not a posh car, just an SUV:

(I'm starting to get the feeling that I am going to sell you a few cars)

BUT in the depths of his garage in Berlin he has his greatest treasure, his old Opel Corsa B in mint green:

This thing has seen a lot and is 30 years old. All doors except the driver's door can only be opened from the inside, the boot can no longer be locked properly and when you hit the gas pedal, the car only gets louder and not faster. Air conditioning: Roll down the windows manually. But he loves it with all his heart and enjoys driving around Berlin at weekends to get a Döner at his favourite Döner stand 💘

(47 only drives with Lucas in absolute emergencies in this car, which sometimes makes strange noises and the lack of insulation makes it feel like your arse is about to hit the road. 140 km/h (around 85 mph) with this car is like a death sentence, but Lucas has fun)

#Hitman aks #as you can see I mostly know European cars I'm sorry #but since Lucas (in my mind) lived in Berlin for a few years he can drive a German car #and for me 47 is a bit of a boomer when it comes to cars #only mums who drop their kids off at kindergarten or old men drive porsches here lmao #fun fact: a friend of mine still drives a 1993 opel corsa in mint green and it's an adventure every time #will we get to our destination or will the car give up before then? Who knows #my friend drives 140 on the autobahn regardless of the sounds it makes #and i love it

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sapphicgarland · 1 month

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karkat or Dave playing animal crossing for the first time and getting really into it please!!!!

I interpreted this as davekat as it gave me more room to work with since I could have dialogue. It was a bit hard to expand on the prompt since there's no conflict but I did my best! I hope I made it cute enough to be interesting

“Okay, so how does this thing work?” Karkat asks as if they haven't had a Nintendo Switch for a whole year now.

Dave just shakes his head and gets up from the couch, once again showing him how to set it up. “How are you this bad with electronics?”

“Listen, last time I tried to do something more complicated than open a Google Chrome window I got a computer virus so bad it killed my crab dad. I think I'm allowed to just give up and accept that I shouldn't touch this shit.”

“Maybe you're right,” Dave says with a bit of a smile. “Okay, I got it hooked up. Ready?” He asks as he sits back down on the couch.

Karkat follows and sits next to him, grabbing his pair of controllers. “Ready!”

“Okay, so, Jade said this isn't immediately two player so I figured we'll take turns setting up our characters and stuff and then play it together?”

Karkat nods in agreement, so Dave starts up his profile first and opens up Animal Crossing for the first time. “This game better be worth the $50 plus tax or I'm making Jade pay us back.”

Karkat laughs a bit and playfully slaps Dave's arm, a gesture that Dave has gotten used to over the years. No more flinching now that he knows it's a safe affection. “Shut up, I'm sure it'll be fine. Besides, it's not like we can't afford it.”

Dave just shrugs and goes quiet as the game continues. He mumbles the dialogue and text aloud so that he's not skipping too fast or too slow for Karkat. Karkat gives a chuckle, which causes Dave to stop and look at him. “what?”

“Oh, I just like the little voices,” he says with another chuckle. Dave cracks a small smile and nods in agreement before continuing.

“pick your style…oh yes. The two genders; short hair or ponytail,” Dave chuckles.

“Hey they say style!” Karkat chuckles. “which will you choose?”

Dave lingers for a moment before just picking the short hair, non-pony tail one with a shrug and continues on. They debate on which island to pick before finally settling on the one with the River cutting the island straight through into 3 sections, and finally moving on.

“If you could only bring one thing…huh. What do you think, babe?” Dave asks.

Karkat thinks for a moment, “well, presumably there'd be something edible on the island. I'd say a lamp? Though I'd prefer aflashlight.”

“That makes sense but there'd be no electricity. Once the battery dies you're screwed if you can't make a fire.”

“You'd have to make a fire anyway to cook a lot of the food you'd be eating.”

“Ah but if you bring food you can buy yourself time until you can make weapons and figure out what's edible or not.”

“See, this is why I always say a survival guide based on the biome and general geographical location of the island.” *karkat says with a huff,* “why isn't that an option??”

Dave rolls his eyes and picks lamp, a small smile on his face, “because they don't have your brain, I guess.”

They move on and finally arrive on the island. Their first two villagers are Canberra and Raold. They rush through Tom Nook's dialogue a bit, Dave reading it out loud quickly. They're bored at first, too much exposition for their taste. Though, Karkat isn't complaining, and Dave knows that this is just how games work sometimes. It probably means there's very little non-skippable dialogue for the rest of the game.

“Finally.” Dave says as they are released into the wild to explore.”okay, we've gotta put up our tent. Where are we putting this bad boy, babe?”

“Uhhh probably pretty close to the plaza right? I'm sure we'll be doing a lot of walking back and forth.”

“Agreed. I'm sure there's a way to move it in the future.” Dave sets the tent right next to the plaza. They go back and Dave finishes the beginning missions while Karkat watches. Eventually, Karkat's Head is in Dave's lap, just quietly watching as Dave gets their island ready. It takes a bit but eventually Dave stops and looks down,* “Okay, ready to join?”

Karkat nods and sits up. They switch profiles so that Karkat can get his character ready.

“Okay, so should I just keep going or do we wanna switch back to your profile?” Karkat asks once his character is ready and his tent is placed.

Dave shrugs, “Nah. Go ahead and do some…uh….collecting? I was about to say mining,” he chuckled, “this isn't minecraft. Whatevering. I'll watch you for a while.

Karkat nods and just continues. Eventually Dave's head is on Karkat's lap, watching Karkat play. This continues for a couple of hours actually. Before long, almost everything that can be set up in just a day with no time travel is already set up. They switch profiles so that Dave can finish up some stuff that only he had permission to do (much to Karkat’s snarky disapproval).

“I'm not sure what else to do for right now." Dave says after about another hour of playing with Karkat's Head in his lap. His hand goes down to pet through Karkat's hair a little. "I feel like we should wait for all this stuff to open up y'know? Like the museum and stuff.”

Karkat nods, “I mean we could grind a bit and get a bunch of…what was it, bells? But I don't want to sell all the resources and find out we actually needed them. Oh, we could bug the villagers, though.

Dave smiles a bit and nods, going to talk to Raold first and then Canberra. They both smile.

“aw the villagers are kind of cute. Okay, okay, I see what Jade meant,” Karkat admits. “I really like this game. It's cozy and really relaxing.”

Dave nods in agreement, “this is fun. We should play tomorrow too.”

#fanfiction #davekat #oneshot #answered #homestuck #animal crosing new horizons

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kaija-rayne-author · 8 months

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I went thrifting with the kids a couple of days ago and I'm still in so much pain it's making me teary. I don't cry easy. My therapist scolds me about it. 5 hours of shopping with two well behaved kids and I sat down through most of it. I could really use a wheelchair, but I can’t afford one. It would have to be electric, because my EDS is degenerative.

Guess I'm stuck in bed again.

I really wish people would understand that I would give so much to be able to just... live. Even the limited existence I had before covid was better than it is now. I can't go to a movie, or the zoo, or the aquarium. I leave the house for supplies and medical care. That is literally it. I risk my immunocompromised life every time I leave the house because people won't mask. I risk my minor children's lives and my partner's too. We're all immunocompromised.

I used to hike, ride horses, dance, bike, practice 3 types of martial arts.

Then I caught swine flu and my body gave up. I was diagnosed with me/cfs (which is now usually considered a post viral illness, meaning you got sick with a virus and never got better).

Then 3 years ago, I caught version 6 of the first wave of covid. I barely survived, but I never got better.

I honestly can't imagine how people can be so blasé about viruses. They can absolutely destroy your life. They've destroyed mine. I was healthy! I exercised and ate well! I was vaccinated! (Antivaxxers fuck off. I have science degrees, you're really badly misinformed.) I did everything right and it still took me down.

There's nothing you can do behavior wise that will guard you from viruses except masking, vaccinations, and social distancing. Setting up air cleaning options helps too, but since we can't even get people to mask, I'm not holding my breath on that one. (Har, har, I'm hilarious.) Vaccinations are imperative, but they don't do anything for transmission. They exist so that if you do get it, you have a better chance of survival.

And humanity could have defeated this illness 3 years ago. Except because selfish people wanted their 'normal' back... we didn't. PSA? Your 'normal' sucked a lot for disabled people already. It's worse now.

I do the best I can, but it has robbed me of so much. My scientific career, my ability to make a living that doesn't mean just scraping by well under the poverty line.

I can't hike anymore, or bike, the brain knowledge of my decades in martial arts and dance is still there, but I probably couldn't take a hit anymore. Being around horses again is an impossible dream.

Hell, just getting out of bed some days is an impossible dream.

I have nightmares of being without a mask, and people walk around bare faced.

I fucking guarantee there isn't a 'fun' thing on this planet that is worth living like I do.

The worst isn't when the virus kills you, it's when you survive it and have so little ability left.

And more people survive SC19 than die from it. They survive, but millions of people are already disabled from it and the numbers rise every day.

How are people not fucking terrified? How?

#SC19 #chronic pain #chronic illness #me/cfs #long covid #disability #my disabled life #kai's rambles #about kai

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nicol--bolas · 9 months

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why do older people think we can't possibly be in as much pain as them because we're young

they won't take it seriously

and we don't have anyone to talk to about it

everyone just changes the subject because they're tired of our depressing negativity i guess

it just feels like we have to suffer in silence without much help

we asked our parents if they could maybe help us find an affordable electric wheelchair/scooter and they kinda brushed it off and never mentioned it again

they think we're being dramatic or something

i hate being alive

#chronic pain #fibromyalgia

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bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing · 11 months

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This is a filler part of the comic, it has nothing to do with the actually action... I made it for fun as a break...

Filler 1- Amstran the moon dancer (A nightmare in pieces)

(it will have 3 more diferent fillers with this)

Panel 1

Felix Reddison:"Be careful with that packet, we should move it to the west wing... Bring the others, this should be going to the charity donation..."

Donut:"What is going on here? Where can i put my luggage, i also have a few new things i have bought recently."

The cigarette ghost Smoky:"Maybe room 113-C would be better, let me help you move in it..."

Red the fortune teller:"Donut, it's good to see you, later we will have a show where I will predict the future and read tarrots cards, you must be there."

Donut:"This room is perfect, oh this is a huge mirror in the middle of it..."

Lumboo the light ghost:"Yes, it hasn't been occupied for at least 17 years by now...

Yan-naifu the ghost:"I got you some more new blankets, this room gets cold on night, it has always been like this."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Hi Donut, i just wanted to see the new room, um...Do you need anything else, i see there aren't any cupboards for clothes... In our room is one small that me and Hester the photo marksmen can lift it up and move it here."

Luna the moon demon:"Amstran the moon dancer watch it... It was only a rat."

Donut:"Is everything alright? I heard some strange...noises...Who is she?"

Fem Amstran the moon dancer:"Yo-yo bitches, call ma Nana*... Where is the party?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"Oh no... What have i done?"

Nana*:Why the look, ugh, smells like depression... Ah, damn, where is the beer?"

Felix Reddison:"Amstran the moon dancer, this can not continue like this... We must resolve this problem! Watch it, not the carpet..."

Lumboo the light ghost:"We have to catch your female version Amstran the moon dancer, she fried the electrical circuit at least three times already!"

Trisha the hour glass:"I sense it was a problem, new faces i see...we have to get this reflection of yours back into the mirror..."

Panel 5

Amstran the moon dancer:"The mirror i broke it..."

Le souris bonbon neige:"Oh no, that means 7 years of bad luck!"

Trisha the hour glass:"I'm afraid only the local keeper can help you now, there might be another mirror somewhere, it's sister!"

Hester the photo marksmen:"Let's not waste any more time come on...we shouldn't play with our reflections..."

Donut:"Hello, is anyone here? This place gives me such a bad vibe...and it's cold just like in the palace..."

Trisha the hour glass:"Deep breath, my dear, it will pass...This place is worst than i remember..."

Hester the photo marksmen:"Look at all these mirrors, i see my younger self in here..."

The owner of the shop:"Oh i see you found my favorite ones...Let me guess you need a replacement."

Donut:"How do you know so much about us? Do you know what every customer wants?"

Amstran the moon dancer:"Well, sir... We need the twin sister of the mirror, the one which gives you your female or male version..."

The owner of the shop:"Ah, yes... such a lovely mirror, It was bought many years ago by the grandfather of the actual motel owner. If you ask me those can be a gift or a big pain somewhere, it will be yours for 2471 z.i.o, so anything else you would like?Ialso have those lovely paintings, makes such a cute gift, half the price and no curse on them?"

Nana*:"I love those colorfull fishes, they are so free, I wish I Was a fish..."

Donut:"The fishes around here are beautiful and simple, it's a beautiful fountain... Look, i know how that feels, but it's time for you to move on..."

Luna the moon demon:"lt would be good for all of us and Amstran the moon dancer too... It was just an accident."

Amstran the moon dancer:"Come on, sister... Let's go... But before that for this to work what would you like?"

Nana*:"Wait, before you send me back, i just want something!"

Trisha the hour glass:"That would be? lt better not be something we can't afford. "

Nana*:"Well, you said yourself that i have to go with an agreement, so i want a big partyyyy, that will shake this motel!"

Felix Reddison:"Absolutely not! You already killed a room and ruin at least five carpets with who knows what drink."

Le souris bonbon neige:"Come on it can't be that bad, i will be the DJ, i have some electronic music."

Felix Reddison:"Oh, ok fine...We didn't have a party for such along time...Ok...I am in! And also to save my flowers!"

Nana*:"Drink up... What's up party peooopleee?! Make some noise!"

Luna the moon demon:"Do i really need to be here?"

Nishya the dream cat:"So we have the artistic moment where we sing each other a song, want to start it?"

Nana*:"Yeahh, i will go first... Check this out, only for you freestyle bitches... Let's make some noiiise!!"

Le souris bonbon neige:"This better be good, i did not knew my cousim Amstran the moon dancer has this hidden passion."

Panel 10

Nana*:Well, i guess this is goodbye... I am gonna miss you all. Take care... And you, Amstran the moon dancer, i am happy i was your feminine gender part."

Luna the moon demon:"Can you just already leave? Sorry, but i really don't like this tear jerk scene."

Nishya the dream cat:"That is just Luna the moon demon, you were a great girl to have around, party girl!"

Donut:"Goodbye Nana..."

Nana*:"Bye, see you later bitches!"

...

The next filler will be called İce İce mouse, so yes, if Le souris bonbon neige your favorite, join us in this filler as well...

The 29 part will be posted at 20 pm/8 pm Europe time zone + or - if you are in Europe, example for Poland and France: the time will be 7 pm/19 pm 😅 Don't know when yet 😅

Thank you for your support!

Donut belongs to @caprin-mallow

#my ocs #nightmare au #filler part #1

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bypassreality · 2 months

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Avoiding overwhelming thoughts of purchasing a $300-$500 stroller/carseat, and instead, am thinking about spending that money on plants. I can get so many plants for $300. I can get even more plants for $500. I can rent a digger and construct a pond and fill it with plants which will attract amphibians and insects and other fun creatures and that will be great entertainment for baby. Can also get baby out in the yard pulling weeds and digging holes and tending to the veg garden.

I'm totally overwhelmed and I just have to imagine it's 1902 and my 6 kids need to go work in the local iron mine otherwise we won't have food this winter. Otherwise I can't handle the pressure of. Get this glider. Get this other glider. You'll want a glider and an ottoman, not a rocking recliner. Your nursery doesn't have room for a glider so you need a wooden rocking chair like I had. Get rid of your loveseat and get a glider. But it doesn't match your sofa so we have to find a different color. This one is $300, why can't you afford it? Get this wipe warmer. Get this changing table. Get this dresser/changing table. Get this bottle sanitizer and bottle warmer. Get these plastic bottles. You can't use glass. Get this electric baby swing. Get this camera baby monitor. Get this diaper bag. Get this changing pad with a built in scale. Get this breath sensor for the crib. Get this baby mobile. Get this crib. Also get a pack n play and a bassinet. You can't get that because it's brown wood and there is too much brown wood in your house. That's not a good deal. Tell me if your baby is a boy or a girl. You won't like cloth diapers. You can't use Tide detergent with cloth diapers. You can't buy clothes at Target for baby because cloth diapers are too bulky. We are having a baby shower. Ask for all of the expensive items for the baby shower. Paint the walls. Decorate the nursery. You can't hang this art because it's not cute enough. I want a forest theme for the nursery. Get this baby seat. Get this baby bouncer. You have to move because your house doesn't have a bathtub and you can't bathe your baby.

#is this normal #am i going to be like this in 30 years if my kid has a kid

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