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phantom-swing · 3 years
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I feel like people need to remember to have manners and let CCs do other things that isn’t Dream SMP
It’s like going to watch Phantom Of The Opera and instead of, ya know, enjoying the show, you just keep asking the actors ‘oh why isn’t Hamilton on? Where’s Hamilton?’
Or during an interview with Tom Holland for an animated movie he’s in and all the questions are just about Spider-Man ‘When’s the next spiderman? I don’t care about this new movie despite me being here to see you talk about this new movie, I only want spiderman’
There’s a reason people don’t do this, and it’s cause it’s basic courtesy. People are not just one note, they do other things, AND WE SHOULD LET THEM DO OTHER THINGS. It’s ok, if you only want to watch Dream SMP stuff! But don’t go be annoying in chat about it, if the content isn’t what you want, don’t consume it. If you’re just going to be in chat just to complain, why are you even here? If you don’t like being here, then leave and wait until the next lore thing happens. I get we’re excited especially since big lore might be happening soon but please don’t be assholes to CCs and let them do what they want to do.
Dont go into the Godzilla movie premiere and demand for the next Avengers movie. It’s not going to happen, just wait patiently until the time comes. If you don’t like Godzilla, don’t come to watch the movie. If you want to watch Godzilla while waiting for Avengers to come out, let’s keep the discussion about Godzilla
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Girl Talk
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This place is actually kinda cozy.
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Well, I live by myself, like I said, so whatever mess there is, you can blame it on me.
*Komaru walks into the living room of Kanon’s apartment, where she’ll be staying for the evening. Kanon has a kotatsu set up, which Toko is already nuzzling under.
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Mmm...It’s waaaarm...
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Mind if I squeeze in?
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Knock yourself out. There’s enough room for a few people.
*Komaru and Kanon snuggle under the kotatsu and sigh happily.
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Excuse me?
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Oh. Hey there Hatsudoki. Are you ok?
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I was wondering where my client was...There was a matter of which I needed to talk to him about.
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But...I can’t seem to find him.
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Oh, Kuripa and Yasu are downstairs right now. Kuripa’s trying to teach Yasu how to use an electric baton better in case he needs to fight...
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[Downstairs]
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AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! STOP CHASING ME!
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THEN FIGHT BACK YOU COWARD, FIGHT BACK!!
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Anyway, I’m sure they’re doing alright...But I wouldn’t interrupt them if I were you.
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I see...Well, I guess I’ll just wait for him to come back...
*She begins to head into the kitchen.
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Huh? Wait, you’re leaving?
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I’m not leaving. I’m just going to wait for Kurafto in the kitchen.
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Isn’t that a little bit...boring?
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Why don’t you join us?
*Kibin looks at Komaru with a surprised expression.
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Are you...asking me to stay?
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Uh-huh. We haven’t gotten to chat yet, and I want to get to know you.
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Sorry but...I don’t really like having close relations with my clients...
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Kuripa’s your client. He’s the one paying you, so we’re a separate entity, aren’t we?
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I’m pretty eager to talk too. I’m curious as to how someone so young could be a bounty hunter...
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Hmmm...Very well...If you insist...
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Huh? What’s up? You look a little red?
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N-Not true...!
*A few minutes later, Kibin is snuggled under the kotatsu, trying to hide her satisfied expression.
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It feels...nice...
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Haha...You act all serious, but you’re really just a big softy, huh?
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...
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That was a joke...
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I-I see...It was a joke...
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So...What’s your stories?
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Huh?
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What do you mean?
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You want me to talk about myself...something I’m not that good at...But I’d like the three of you to go first.
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Please, tell me about yourselves.
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What’s there to tell really? For the most part, I’m just a normal girl...
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No normal girl has an iron leg...
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Well, that’s...a recent addition.
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I was part of the demon hunting game that the original Warriors of Hope played in Towa City over 8 years ago...That’s where I learned to use a hacking gun.
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Yeah, same here.
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I was kind of dragged along. But that’s how I met Komaru and the other warriors.
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If I understand correctly, the Warriors of Hope are your friends now, aren’t they? Why make friends with old enemies?
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Well, to be honest, they were just as much victims of the Demon Hunting as the adults were.
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Monaca manipulated both the adults and the kids, for reasons everyone believed to be making a paradise for kids to live peacefully...
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But in the end...She just wanted to slaughter a bunch...And she wanted Komaru to become the successor to Junko Enoshima.
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But...well...She made me this leg, so I can’t really hate her...
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Well, I suppose people can atone for their misdeeds...I can’t complain on my lonesome...
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What about you Nakajima?
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Well, my story is pretty similar...
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I’m from a pretty rich family. My dad was a director at TAT Television.
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That’s a pretty large TV conglomerate...!
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The largest in the world actually.
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I used to be super infatuated with my cousin Leon, and when we got into high school, I signed up to be manager of his baseball team in order to be close to him.
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You were infatuated with your own cousin?
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I know...I’m weird...I’m sorry...
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D-Don’t apologize, I’m not judging.
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I can’t judge...My love life has been a total mess...
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But...I still have feelings for Master Byakuya...!
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Charming...
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But...my real question is how are you associated with Hagakure?
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I met him by chance. At first I thought that he was just a random citizen, caught up in the whole mess, so I used my hacking gun to save him...
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We...didn’t have the best relationship when we first met...Yasu realized that if he brought me back safely to my father, he would be able to pay off his remaining debt. From then on, he began treating me royally...
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Tch...Selfish, money-grubbing dumbass...
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Um...is he really that bad?
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He wasn’t entirely to blame either...To be honest my own intentions weren’t very...pure...either.
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What do you mean?
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I hated the Future Foundation. When I found out that Leon had died in the killing game, I resented them and blamed them for allowing him to die...
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And so...I swore that after I escaped the demon hunting game...I’d take them all down...and kill every last one of their members...!
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Jesus...
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But...that didn’t happen, did it?
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No...Yasu found out...I’d wrote about it in my pocketbook and he somehow read it. And when I found this out...I...
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You tried to kill him?
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...
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Yes...I tried to strangle him to death...
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But as that was happening, Kotoko Utsugi showed up and tried to kill me...And she almost succeeded...
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But...Yasu powered up a train and rammed into Utsugi’s robot, then he scooped me up and ran away with me. 
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We nearly died...since we were being chased by both Utsugi and Daimon...But no matter what, he refused to be the helpless guy that he usually was, and he refused to let me go.
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Wow...He really did that...? Maybe I judged Hiro a little too quickly...
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Yeah, maybe he’s cooler than we first thought.
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[Downstairs]
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HELP MEEEEEEEE! GOD! BUDDHA! SAVE ME PLEEEAAASSE!
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RAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!
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Ok, what about you then?
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Me?
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Yeah, it’s your turn! Go on, what’s your story?
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...
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Before the tragedy hit...I had a small family. I was an only child, and I lived with my parents.
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When Junko Enoshima and the Remnants of Despair all attacked, one person came into my house and burnt everything down...
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I escaped the blaze...but my parents weren’t so lucky...
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In the years that the tragedy raged on for...The Future Foundation never found me...So I had to survive by myself...for so many years...
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H-Hold on a second...Hatsudoki, how old are you?
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Is that really important?
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J-Just answer...I want to know if I’m doing the math right...
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I’m 19.
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Th-Then...if the tragedy first hit, and you lost your family, and were forced to survive in the apocalyptic wilds on your own over 10 years ago...then you would have been...!?
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Holy shit...!
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...It’s tough living in post-apocalyptic times...And I certainly did things that I wasn’t proud of.
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In order to ensure my own survival, I killed anyone who had resources that I needed...For someone like me, it was get busy killing, or get busy dying...
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Even after the area that I lived in at the time began going through rejuvenation after the killing game, I still had blood on my hands and no money...And that’s where I first got a job...
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Someone approached you and told you you could kill for money, huh?
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Yes...and I accepted.
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As much as it pained me, I only knew two skills...how to survive, and how to kill...I couldn’t cook well enough, I had no social skills, I didn’t have an education...
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I had nothing that would allow me to live a normal life...
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Assassin work was really all there was, huh?
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After I went through training, I was free to live on my own...But from then on, I had a goal in mind...
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I wanted to gain enough money that would last me a lifetime. I wanted to get so rich that I’d never have to live life like a slumdog again...
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I wanted to live the rest of my life peacefully...So I began to get better at my job...I charged more because of it...and I also ended up saving money...Just so I could achieve that dream. It’s selfish...But I want it more than anything...
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No...After all you’ve been through...You probably deserve a happy life...
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You don’t like being a hitman, do you? You just want to be done with that life...
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...Who, other than a psychopath, could enjoy a job where you kill people unjustly...?
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Hatsudoki...
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I always thought something was slightly off...And now I know what it is...
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Those clothes of yours barely fit you...Is that because...?
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I only own a few sets of clothes. I don’t waste money on new ones when these ones still just about fit me...
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...
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...
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Hey...we’re back...
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Oh, hey guys! How’d it go...?
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I thought I was gonna die...!
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Ooookay then...?
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Seriously, go easy on me Ripa! I’m not used to fighting like you are!
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How many times do I have to say, don’t give me a stupid nick-
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...!
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Actually, I like that one. It sounds like “Reaper.”
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It’s getting late...we should probably turn in for the night...
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Agreed...so, what were the sleeping arrangements again?
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I’m sleeping on the floor in Kanonball’s room, Toko and Komaru get the other bedroom...
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Doki-Doki’s on the sofa and Reapers on the futon in the front room.
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Doki-Doki?
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Alright then...
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Goodnight you guys!
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abnahaya · 7 years
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How was your heartbreak?
Heartbreaks are always interesting story to tell, not because bad incidents are more attractive, but for many perspective they can be seen yet still interesting. Most people see heartbreaks as an end, but they also can be brand new beginnings too. Heartbreaks mostly refer us to think of lovers, but they occur between other people and things too. So as thebeginning of the month of love, let’s talk about heartbreaks.
(I think I am too influenced by the heavy rain and the gloomy mood and unable to stop thinking how miserable I will be on the upcoming Valentine day, but please ignore it.)
Frankly, I wanna write about a heartbreak today for some of the people who are close to me went through it recently. not to mention that I too, still recovering from one. So since I have asked about yours before (from the title, yes) therefore I will slightly tell you about mine.
My heartbreak was sophisticated. Literally.
The latest massive heartbreak I had was almost a year ago when I was dumped. yep, you didn’t read it wrong. I had this boyfriend whom I dated for almost two years, and I actually believed him when he said: “It’s not about who is the most perfect, let’s stick around each other no matter what happens and protect what we have. (re: the relationship)” It was one of the most beautiful things someone ever said to me, really, only if he actually meant it -which he did not.
Anyway, I was so in love with him that the breakup -although I knew best that it was the only and best way for me- fucked me up pretty bad. Still-haunted-by-the-same-person-for-a-year bad. No matter how much he hurt me that time, and me being completely aware that it’s so much better for not having him around, I will not lie, my mind flies to his image whenever I hear a love song; if you know what I mean. And there are points when I feel really tired of it, I mean, come on, heart, it’s almost a year and we all know that he never worth it. My friends keep telling me to stop thinking of him and stuffs, but seriously, I wish I know how. I too, feel stupid when a hot guy tries to hit on me but I cannot feel anything towards him, not even a glimpse of attraction, but in the contrary I keep on dreaming of the same jerk.
I mean, I know, technically I just have to focus on whatever I’m doing now, building my career and new social life, upgrading myself and shits. And I’m trying to do it now, I work hard and enjoy life on my spare time, what can possibly go wrong? Why have I not in peace? Well, one thing was wrong. I believe in myself too much I forgot that there’s a greater power that I can always rely on. 
So one night, I kneeled down and prayed. I asked God, how?
The next day I went to church and got this readings from Rome 12:
Love in Action
9 Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.10 Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.11 Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. 12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.13 Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.
14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.16 Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.[c] Do not be conceited.
17 Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone.18 If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.19 Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,”[d] says the Lord. 20 On the contrary:
“If your enemy is hungry, feed him;   if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.”[e]
21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
Did you see the italic lines? My tears almost bursted out when the priest actually reading those. Those words penetrates my soul. 
Once again, Jesus answered my prayer.
The passage lead me into thinking of how I have been managing my heartbreak for the past year.I was deeply hurt so that I am blinded to other things, I keep playing victim, and therefore I keep being hurt. It’s like I closed the door, but let the windows open. 
So how did I manage my heartbreak all this time? 
When I am down. I share with people. First mistake, I hardly share with God on the first place. Second, was it really all sharing to lessen the burden? was it not to justify myself and make me feel a bit more at ease, (just a bit, since it will come again) and create the feeling as if I have forgiven him and move on?
Honestly speaking, I haven’t forgiven him. I know I have to and I think I have been trying to, but I have not. Another mistake.
It’s like when someone tells you that they fell from a bicycle. Which one is more effective? Asking how they fell or telling them how to treat the wound (or even better, help them!). And vise versa, I won’t get better from telling everyone how I got heartbreak, no matter how much satisfying it feels.
It is SUPER HARD to restrain myself from not talking about how cruel he was towards me for all this time (I lose myself most of the times, too), like so hard until I need to write it on capslock. But then I realize I just spread hatred, maybe now too what is left inside of me for him is not love, it’s just hatred. We all know love and hatred are thinly separated, anyway. But hey, it’s been a year and talking about how shitty my ex bf is proven as ineffective alternative. 
I prayed for him, many times, but did I really mean it? How can a real prayer come out from a heart full of hatred? I really don’t have the answer for that.
In case you can not grasp what I’m implying, to put it simple: to overcome a heartbreak, you need to LOVE MORE. Because when you love like Jesus does, there will be only goodness, as you can read again from the passage. Those are what we do when we love, especially when what we love is something (or someone) evil. 
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Finally, I understand what the quote was all about.
The first time I know this quote was from another heartbreak of a good friend of mine, when she was betrayed by her 10-yrs relationship-boyfriend yet she couldn’t come to say goodbye. She thought it was the reflection of the quote, when we love someone so much untill it hurts, then we become unable to feel the hurt again and only keep loving. Yeah, I know, stupid, and wrong too! LOL
But I did feel the same way when I thought I could not come to hate my ex. Another mistake to the list. When you love someone or something so much but somehow whatever it does only causes you pain, love more. Why? Love does not hurt. If you really love, only goodness comes out from you, whatever happens, you will be able to smile and say, “I still love you.” If you don’t, you haven’t loved enough.
Need an example? Sure.
I once was told about how afwully annoying I was and got asked, “how can your mom stand with you all along? how can your friends bear to be with you all this time?” Well, they love me. Truly love me. I lied to my mom, I fought with my friends, we’ve been through bad times, but here we are, we keep up with each other.
And again, I feel so blessed to know Jesus as my Savior, for not only He leads us with true example, He literally tell us how, in a very educative way. He does not give a list of Dos&Don’ts but He lists the essence of His teachings, for us to be interpreted an applied according to our situation, problems, and faith. And today, I learnt how to deal with my heartbreak. 
If this does not make sense to you, no problem at all. I used to be called ‘too naive’ whenever I try to explain how I wanna be fair or keep on seeing the positivity out of the bad people/things, like “you need to see how cruel the world can be and it does not work by kindness at all.” I might not know the world as much as you do, but I know everyone in the world needs kindness, and love. I know it sounds lame and not cool, but hey, it works for me, so why don’t you try it too?
So how was your heartbreak? Because mine is just hard enough to push me loving more. I hope I don’t annoy you with this post, tho, lol. Keep on loving! Cheers!
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koojiru0-blog · 7 years
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OKAY MEN! I get it...
I get it cys men who feel like youre being oppressed. Change is scary I know, imagine living your whole life in trauma and then suddenly it all disappears. So yeah I fucking get that change is scary. But when it comes to feminisim, our goal is not total world domination, our goal is equal rights. It may seem like we want to take over but AHAHAHAHA.HAHAHAHA.HAHA. no....No not quite right. I feel like it's because we're mad though that you're scared, it's a lot of anger to deal with I mean generations of women standing together yelling our truths. You have to face facts though, we ARE angry and rightly so. We still ne d feminisim and don't tell me that's bull with stats like 2/3 women IN CANADA yes guys, OUR WORLD are raped. And there's a whole culture around it to, I'm sure your well aware thanks to some of my angrier sisters. The culture basically says she wanted it because x bs excuse to not face reality. Things like "well she was talking to him! In THAT outfit she was being a tease" which can fuck you up BELEIVE ME. Let me break it down for you here... If that happens to women, then rape culture is a feminist issue... "But what about male survivors?!" God I can hear you from here stfu and listen, yes male survivors exist and think, the victim blamings worse therefore men are also victims of rape culture and rape culture is a feminist issue. See what I did there? Yeah, were also fucking fighting for your rights. Beyond that though, there are still bigots out there who believe women's places are in kitchens pregnant and bare foot, yeah even in my own fair city somewhere in Canada. Weird right? Because the guys I'm talking to here wouldn't say that whole heartedly, you bigots can do/say what ever I've already dubbed your views invalid ^^. Anyways so while those men exist, dating your sisters, mother's, aunts, friends, women you love you're freaking about US taking over? Um HULLO! We STILL can't because those men are very capable of reaching positions of power (I hate to beat a dead horse but Donald Trump, nuff said) while we're still kinda laughed at and sexualized when we do that shit cause isn't it true that women in power just want a man to imasculate them right? NO and the fact that we even view power as masculine is in itself messed up I think. So those are some examples, of our need for feminisim but not all and aside the rape culture point kinda weak I get that. Why though? I'm assuming, (ass.u.me) that's because of the women who claim to be feminists but in reality aren't educated in the ways they are oppressed, like thinking grass in a sports stadium is a need to address RIGHT NOW! And while fake grass for women and real grass for men IS indeed a tad unfair THAT parts not the issue. The issue behind that that I can see? Is fake grass is cheaper, and there's some joke that goes around a lot that women's sports aren't as popular as men's. Less popularity less funding that's how the world works (sometimes even popular doesn't get funding but that's my own personal shit) and even that's not exactly the problem it's far from the money. Why are women's sports so unpopular compared to men's? There's my issue I feel. I can hear the snickers and snarky comments about women's sports now, and you're only further proving my point while you do that. If you didn't? Awesome we might get along. I personally can only guess but it's like since when have we taken many female athletes seriously? Aside the ones who play in.....MEEENS LEEEAAAUUUGGGEEESSS~ yup, that's the only time I've seen a female athelete get the same respect as a man, when she reaches manly state. If you don't see it, then I pity your delusional ass. Finally, before I stop, kinda being an angry bitch (but I'm sorry it's hard to not become one when you remember all the things we need to work on here at home for women's rights) Men reading, no I'm not going to be snarky this time: What did you do this morning to make sure you could protect yourselves today on outtings? I'll tell you what I do, I tell my boyfriend where I'm going, the time I should be there, when I'm coming home and when I should arrive. I also took some self defense classes, I have tips to scare off a predetor, I have been taught what is an effective weapon and what is not (keys fyi ladies? *Shakes head* unless you get lucky aren't actually effective self defense tools, also weapons that can be turned against you like knives aren't so spectacular either unless you KNOW YOUR SHIT). I even had to go as far as to stay close to any glass things with alarms like store Windows, car windows, I was given a whistle once....So amazing to live in sketchy nabourhoods I swear. But unfortunately for us a sketchy situation could pop up anywhere, some guy you meet up and agree to have sex with, your boyfriend, relative, basically anyone who could be in a position of power over you. This also includes other women, sadly I'm aware of that. And I don't know what the rates are for men, unfortunately that info is scarce but I do know a decent number of men who've faced sexual harassment or exploitation or assault you name it it can happen to men too. But like I said, feminisim took over that cause, so many years ago because we got sick of staying scilent. And I'm aware that we had enough power to stand up and speak out with our hearts, souls and minds but we had to band together to do it. And I'm also aware that men face issues like "I'm a man's man, I don't cry unless I absolutely can't hold back, and I am strong! I am a leader I don't have time to be sad or scared" (like seriously?! Who the fuck can sanely live up to that if they face mental health issues, abuse, general build ups of stress? No wonder you're all flipping). However, men have been in positions of power for a very long time. Don't even get me started on that downfall for Canada, I could go on forever dad's half Inuit. Anyways that's a fact, you know it, I know it anyone who's aware of history within someone's life span. Like there are people who are still alive who could tell you what it was like during their life, what they heard from others about days even before them. And it was very male centric. Male leaders everywhere, women on the sidelines somehow even in many movies today you see the MAN take over and save the day or the woman's doing things for a man all the time generally talking about a man etc. I saw a ted talks that asked some questions, I don't remember them all or word for word, but it was a man with daughter's talking. He basically talked about how a lot of a woman's role in media is tied to a man, even when she's supposed to be the hero. Men in media don't always have love interests correct? Sometimes he'll fuck a few though but he's not always romantically tied down. Women always seem to be. Catnis, Pocahauntus, Harley Quinn (granted she's a villian but she's also a powerful woman no doubt), ugh! I forget her name but the lady from gaurdians of the galaxy...I could go on. I mean there ARE a handful of female hero's or stars who are simply hero's or stars on their own accord like Mulan....Uhm.......*blinks*...... ...... Wow okay really thought I had more....Jesus wtf. =_=. Anyways my main point IS this. Feminisim isn't just for women power, though it has fem in it, it's become an equal rights issue based off women's issues but had branches in everything. Our very birth or death could be dictated by a man who either wanted or didn't want us. We could be fatherless because of this and that affects us all for sometime at least (if you did have that experience and it still hurts I'm sorry, I was there too, but I can promise one day you'll wake up and it won't matter. I don't know when that is but I know it's possible). If women's emotions are irrational, then any emotions beyond anger men feel is too (remember I made that point?) And, women, men, non-binary, whoever you are, it's well known that suppressing emotions can have adverse affects. Not just mentally though but physically (I was taught to be manly in order to establish my independence, gotta love old school feminisim. I now have a fucked up heart beat though it's not dangerous it's a product of hiding my anxieties for so long. I recently almost developed an ulcer due to suppressing my emotions and I've read multiple times from multiple educated sources that this is possible). Everything that keeps us down or hurts us feminisim wants to rise above or against depending on what's needed. Because we all got sick of being shoved down for centuries, we got sick and fucking tired of watching people we love get affected by these oppressive systems. And there are men out there I applaud for getting this. Men who saw the reality unfortunately like my own biological father, my adoptive grandfather, my own boyfriend now (though he's weired out by this post heh ^^; meh that's fine disagreements not so bad as long as intent is pure I suppose). They all know how women can be oppressed and why we need equality. Yet sadly they don't know how feminisim can help them too, how it's for them and their sons as much as their daughters. Think of it like this, if men cant show female emotions which are, actually simply human not restricted to women, then their only outlet becomes agressive and dominating. You become someone you never thought you'd be when shit hits the fan I know this because again I was also held to male standards. You don't want to but you aren't given any other option because "weakness and vunrability are dangerous things" cause who knows how far someone would go to take advantage of that. Things like crying or talking about it are signs of weakness. Expressing it is being vunrable. However, if you're in the right setting it's quite the opposite, that's a lesson I learned from women. If you're in a safe place, it can give you strength and power, it can ignite the flame once lost and put a bounce back into your step because it's no longer posioning you slowly from within. We are aware we need to value men too and that means letting men be human. Feminisim is about all of this, we can't do this alone like I said before. Hell we only got this far cause men who got this to some degree helped us too. They listened and agreed it wasn't right that we had no say in our government. Even today I'm held and agreed with that what happened to me, what happens to 2/3 women here at home isn't okay and it's bullshit that reporting is so hard. Without the support of loving caring smart guys, we may have just been swallowed up by it, just as you're being swallowed up by this restriction of how a man needs to be. It's been a team effort all around so don't let the whiney ones sway your view on feminisim, it's not about fake grass, or clapping, or domination (or making bread out of your own yeast.....*goes green*). Hell it ain't about rights to party either (heh nabours 2 is fucking great I do recommend). It's about all of us and how this rigid unwritten rules of society make us sick Thanks if you read this all ^^ especially to the dudes who did even after I kinda went all snarky ^^; like I said, kinda stems from a jaded place because of injustice from my own life too. Have a great weekend!
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Hide Away -Chapter 1 : Awkward Beginnings.
So after much delay ( because I’m anxious and haven’t posted in a while), here’s chapter 1 of HideAway,
The tone I was going for is like the aforementioned title so if you feel awkward reading it, I HAVE SUCCEEDED. There won’t be much going on because it’s an introductory chapter. I hope you enjoy this short slice of life venture that I have finally started.
Lorcan looks like this now and Sitka looks like this.
Any thoughts and comments you have, you can reach me either on this tumblr, or twitter or facebook. I’m going to bury myself in Doctor Who now. 
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I like swimming.
Swimming is pretty much the only other thing that gets me out of my room, it sort of gives me a reason not to mope around. I'm definitely not good at it, I can barely swim 5 meters without stopping and going beyond the middle part of the pool scares me. But just the though of being in the water is calming. I can't hear anything but the splash and swirls of me being in it, it's like mediation or something. Probably something because mediation puts me to sleep.
“ HEY!  DUDE IN THE POKEBALL SWIMSHORTS!” someone shouts, disrupting the calm, zen like mode that I was going through “ HEY POKE-SWIM”
I stop my lap, only to panic and grab the floating lines because I'm right in the middle and will drown if I don't hold onto something. “ Yeah, what do you want?!” I ask, only seeing a big mint coloured blur with a shock of pink from where I'm currently floating. My shortsightedness is going to be the end of me one day, but prescription goggles make me dizzy so eh.
“ I'M SORRY BUT I BROKE YOUR GLASSES!” he shouted.
What.
“ YOU STAY RIGHT THERE!” I shouted back, propelling myself to the pool's sides with the strength of my sheer disbelief and bafflement. He broke my glasses??? How could he, they're those foolhardy plastic frame ones I got because they're more or less unbreakable?
Scrambling to wrap myself in the super nerdy Dalek towel because it was cold and all, I walked to the one who called me. Up close, I could now see that he's actually a complete head and shoulders taller than me. Which meant he's probably a foot above me in height. And that all the clothing articles that he had on him was some form of either pastel or white. It suited him. What stood out from this cupcake ensemble ( other than his adorable pink hued hair) was my black, thick plastic glasses which had snapped in half. The lenses had miraculously shattered, rendering them completely useless.
“ You got to be kidding me. Did you stomp on these?” I exclaimed, taking the pitiful remains of my sight correctors. “My prescription might not be that high but I depend a lot on these things” muttering, I look a really not expecting to see that he's probably going to cry in 5 seconds.
Holy hell did this get awkward so fast.
“ Uh! Hey! It's okay!” the heck, I sound convincing as heck “ You did me a favour, the frame was getting old and rickety! I should thank you!” I sighed, this is going nowhere.
“ I'll pay for your new ones!” he said, his grey eyes shining with unshed tears “ I promise!”
Great. “ Uh, dude. No offense but it's really no biggie. You don't need to pay for anything, I needed to get anothe-” The kid's gonna blow, I know it, he’s this close to to blowing “You know what? You can pay the deposit for it!” 
I guess there was no reason for me to say no ( other than a sense of pride, you dolt), not with the big marshmallow bribing me with his unshed tears. “ Lemme just get decent and then we can talk about it, alright? ”
Well, you now know one of my few weaknesses now. Big, crying cupcake dudes will always end me.
Thank gods I'm paying half for my glasses, and the shop allowed us a student discount because these things are expensive. The frames that I picked mirrored my previous ones, because I’m a sentimental kinda guy. Sitka fidgeted a bit, looking left and right, because it got pretty awkward for some reason. And I am pretty much shit at small talk that didn't revolve around some form of animation or nerd culture. So there, you had two college aged dudes just chilling in the spectacles shop waiting for the transaction to finish and trying to out-fidget the other.
After the specs were paid for, they told me I could pick it up in about 3 days time. And yet again, the ' why are we here again, I don't know you and the same goes to you' scenario started again. “ Are you going back straight after this?” I asked, and he practically jumped
“ Y-Yeah, I was going to go home before I stepped on your glasses. Sorry” he said, voice going higher and higher with each word. “ D-DO YOU NEED A RIDE BACK?!” he blurted in the end “ My sister's going to pick me up”
“ Nah, don't be sorry. It's okay” I say, chuckling a little. “ I'll take the bus, I live near college anyways”
“ If you say so” he said, meekly and unsure of himself.
“ Do I scare you that much or is it guilt from my glasses?” I asked, totally not jokingly.
“ Oh, you scare me shitless” he said, totally not trying to stare me down “ How did you know Pokeball swimshorts were my ultimate weakness”
The amount of sass that came out of him from that single sentence sent me into a laughing fit. This kid, this kid's got it good.
Getting ready in the morning without wearing my glasses has got to be one of the weirdest things that I have done. Well, getting ready was slightly more difficult because I can't see stuff until they're brought to an arm's length away, getting super shocked and uncomfortable when I noticed how blurry everything was. I texted my friend and nominated him to be my SEH, or seeing-eye human for the day before putting on my shoes and taking the 10 min walk to class.
Again, I cursed the management for giving me a schedule with daily 8am classes as I entered the campus, my eyes trying to focus on everything at once while my head was buzzing around from the clear lack of sleep I suffer. Nothing educational should be allowed to happen before 10, nor should it last for more than two hours without a break between. The lecturer's never on time as well, which should be a clear indicator that it's too early for anything to happen. Settling into my seat beside my SEH, I absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter because it's hella better than facebook. Well, I follow a lot of artists and they mainly have twitter accounts, so go figure.
“ Dude, remember that Stucky fic I told you to read? The one with the salami?” Tavşan started, and I nod furiously because that was fantastc I mean, if you're going to go in that direction, why not go for the unexpected and make a pretty good ER story.  “ I found a better one. It's got---”
“ Can I at least have the morning ritual first before we have this conversation?” SEH mentioned, sounding half-dead and not even trying to lift their head from the table.
“ You don't contribute anyways” I mutter, “ Unless it's Shiro --”
“ Shiro's your Bara Dad too” they whine from their throne of isolation, which was going to topple down at any moment if he wasn't too careful.
“ If that's supposed to be an argument, consider it invalid”
“ Well consider yourselves kinkshamed because it's got Shiro in a rather precarious situation with a certain Cuban Paladin” Tavşan said, bringing it up on her phone to send the link to our chatgroup “ They get all frisky and stuff in the office and BLAM, there's the voyeu---”  
“ Morning. Ritual.” SEH all but screamed, grumpily stuffing their head in their hoodie.
*, who was our knight in red armour came in at the last moment, bringing us homemade hashbrowns and peppermint hot chocolate,while we were killing SEH with our explicit discussion about the finer aspects of the fanfiction that jumpstarted our day. I mean, how could you not, the fandoms that we are in constantly churn out new stuff that maybe has the same premise as the other one but the way that the author chooses to write it and all the quirks that go into each chapter makes them special.  That's probably how our days often started, as inappropriate as possible.
Because what's a little indecency between your equally indecent mates?
Well, SEH was jump started by the glorious breakfast but they're a closet fanperson surrounded by a bunch of extroverts. Loud, perverted, mischievous extroverts. They consented to this.  And to think that they got into this cliché of sorts because of a prank we played on them. That may or may not have involved their Snapchat account and and photos of them fawning over some BDSM manga in the computer lab. No lasting damage but almost being blacklisted from the labs and so, so many snaps from both us and their other friends testing out their other kinks.
The lecturer came in late by 15 mins, probably his second time being that this semester and started with an apology. No one blamed him because the roads are atrocious in the morning in these parts anyways. But another person came in later than him. And this person was a pastel blob.
Was it the same pastel blob?
I'm pretty sure there are other people in this university who are pastel goths.
It can't be him.
BUT IT COULD BE.
I feel my heartbeat rising and nope, that ain't good. Lectures are the next best thing to distract myself from that sudden feeling of doom and 'HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS HERE ALL ALONG'. Listening to the lecturer speed through the law notes is almost calming, mainly because it's all very dry, makes me want to sink further into the seat and close my eyes. Which kinda helps with the sudden rush of anxious energy running through my being.
Ending his lecturer with a case yet another person who felt like he was cheated, he slowly packed up his stuff. Meanwhile, I was zipping my head around the classroom to look at the pastel blob who I don't even know the name to. Obsessed much? Of course I am. Spotting him near the middle part of the left side I quickly tugged SEH's arm and told them to look at him. “ He's that tall kid that hangs out with two beautiful kids” they said, focusing on the blob. “ What's his name again? Smitka? Sitka? What's your beef with that guy, he talked bull about any of your kinks?”
“ He broke my glasses and is the reason why you've become my SEH today” I said, trying my best to focus on him but alas, if your eyesight sucks, it sucks big time.
“ Which asshole?!--” Tavşan turned around to look at him “ Dude, he's softer than my buttcheeks. Are you sure you weren't the one who tried to pick him and made him---”   I could see her face contorting into something I can only explain as utter disgust.
“ It's not like that!” Explaining how we got into situation yesterday, my merry band of people suddenly launched into different scenarios. Our breakfast caretaker went on and on about how this resembled like every other shoujo manga in existence, which couldn't be further from the truth. Tavşan probably took out my shoulder and “ That boy is probably going to kill you in a fortnight. Want me to kill him first?”. And then there was SEH, who stared at him.
The next lecturer came in, projected her slides through the increasingly dinky projector ( which seemed to be fancy the colour yellow today and dyed everything in said colour). Pastle Blob Marshmallow and his posse of blurred pretty people made a move, they were in a different program than us after all. To think I haven't noticed this person, we've been in the same class for nearly 2 months. But then again I'm probably the least 'aware of my surroundings' person you would ever meet...my head hurts.
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Ask D'Mine: No Insulin Needed?, Alternative Medicine's Bad Rap
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Yup, you guessed it: it's another edition of our new diabetes advice column, Ask D'Mine, hosted by veteran type 1, diabetes author and community educator Wil Dubois.
Alex from Canada, type 1, writes: I was diagnosed roughly 9 months ago. Since then, my insulin requirements have increased every now and then. Last week, I needed 16u of basal insulin in the morning, and from that I work on a sliding scale of rapid on a 15:1 ratio. But in the past two days, I have had so many lows that I didn't take insulin with any meals. Now I've spent the last 48 hours without any basal or rapid insulin. My question is: why?
Wil@Ask D'Mine answers: As I read your email my head starting literally brimming with possibilities. I just love, love, love medical mysteries—this kind of stuff makes my job fun! The top three things that came to my mind were: Custer's Last Stand, prairie dogs, and lazy stock boys.
Bear with me.
Custer first. So, as you're somewhat new to the D-family, this could be a garden-variety case of honeymoon phase. We covered what that's all about in our October edition here; just scroll down to the picture of the syringe and start reading at that point for a refresher on what type 1 diabetes and Col. George Armstrong Custer have in common.
Second, prairie dogs. There's always a remote chance you were a glucose-toxic type 2 misdiagnosed as a type 1. We covered what that's all about in November here; just scroll down to the second question to learn what the pancreas, eagles, high blood sugar, and prairie dogs have in common.
As to the third possibility, it's time to break out a new analogy. Everyone, please meet the lazy stock boy. Lazy stock boy, meet everyone.
We all know what a stock boy is supposed to do, right? His job (or her job, I wasn't dissin' lazy stock girls) is to replenish the stock of goods for sale in retail stores. Done right, the job is much more than just putting boxes of Post-Toasties on the shelf at Safeway, because most grocery items have a limited shelf life. Milk goes sour. Bread gets moldy. Chips get stale. Even beer has a "best used by" date stamped on the can. Or so I'm told.
So a properly trained and motivated stock boy not only re-stocks the shelves, but rotates the stock—placing the newer stock in the back and pulling the older, but still sellable, stock to the front. Oh yes. And the stock boy is also supposed to pull stock off the shelf that's past its expiration date.
That's actually a pretty complicated job for one that pays minimum wage. At night. Which is why it's so easy to get home with your groceries and find you just bought sour milk, moldy bread, stale chips, and un-drinkable beer. Milk, bread, chips, and beer, of course, make up the now-retired My Food Square Nutrition System. (Wink).
And this has, what, exactly, to do with diabetes?
OK. Now all of you. Get up. Go to the bathroom. Look in the mirror. Be honest with yourselves. Are you lazy stock boys and girls?
That's right. All your diabetes meds and diabetes stuff are like milk, bread, chips, and beer. It's only good for so long, and you and you alone are responsible for rotating the stock.
Alex, I see that you take 16u of basal insulin per day. Well, more correctly, you said last week you needed 16 and you had been titrating up. That tells me that a few weeks ago you were probably using even less.
So I gotta ask, when did you start using your current vial of insulin? 'Cause at 16u a day, a vial would last you sixty-two and one-half days. The problem being, of course, that once you pop the top it's only good for thirty days. You might have been injecting sour milk for thirty-two and one-half days.
Now, of course, insulin's useful life can be stretched. It's really not like milk, good one day, vomit-worthy the next. But it can lose its potency pretty quickly. If you were titrating up insulin that was spooling down, and then popped open a fresh one, you might have effectively over-dosed yourself, leading to the chain of lows. Maybe I could be clearer: if you're increasing doses of insulin that is getting weaker every day, then you aren't really titrating to your body's needs; you are titrating to the reduced action of the aging insulin. When you open a fresh one, WHAM! You have a boat-load more insulin than you need, and, to make matters worse, it's a 24-hour-action insulin.
My advice to everyone who uses little enough insulin that a vial or pen won't be empty in thirty days: get a sharpie out and write your own expiration date on the bottle or cartridge.
Then no more lazy stocking!
Jay from Nevada, type 2, asks: Why are medical associations against "alternative" medicine? My current doctor seems to think it's all snake oil.
Wil@Ask D'Mine answers: Fish oil has been absolutely proven by Western Medicine to lower cholesterol. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before the benefits of snake oil will be scientifically demonstrated as well.
But seriously, there's an interesting history behind the attitude of many modern docs towards the universe of alternative medicine. And that history isn't very old because, frankly, modern medicine isn't very old either.
Here's the story: Many of the practitioners of modern medicine would have you believe that Western Medicine traces its roots directly back to Hippocrates in ancient Greece. Nothing could be further from the truth. Our current tradition of Western Medicine, commonly called scientific medicine on the inside, really only goes back about 200 years to the early 1800s. At that time, in fact, scientific medicine was just one of a large pack of competing medicine systems to choose from that also included homeopathy and chiropractic medicine. Hard to believe now, but back then, the medical system we all take for granted today was a barely respectable trade, not well-regarded by much of anyone, and frankly, as likely to kill you as help you.
Then, in 1846, a rag-tag medical rabble formed the forerunner of the American Medical Association. This organization became the enforcer of scientific medicine over the years, using both fair means and foul. Don't get me wrong, the AMA's done plenty of good, and continues to up to this day; but its early mission was to simply put everyone else out of the medicine businesses.
They came damn close to doing it, too.
To their credit, however, they also cleaned their own house while trying to evict everyone else from it. Don't forget that in the mid-1800s anyone could call himself a doctor; there was no accredited system of education or government licensure in place. Dentists had better training than doctors at the time. But by the end of the 1800s the AMA had successfully lead the charge to require a license to practice medicine in every state in the Union. In the early 1900s they took on initiatives that effectively overhauled medical schools, bringing them, literally, out of the dark ages.
But the AMA was also focused on the survival of the fittest, and went to great lengths to stamp out the competition: alternative medicine. Remember that at the time, alternative medicine included just about all the other guys in the field of medicine. You can read more details about the battles between the different "camps" of medicine in Jon Queijo's entertaining book Breakthrough.
To this day, there are many bone-headed died-in-the-wool white coats that're suspicious of everything that doesn't smell like science, a legacy of the AMA's work. In fact, most medical schools today teach the latest incarnation of Western Medicine, called Evidence-Based Medicine, that requires any therapy to be validated by clinical studies before being used in the health care trenches. That said, many modern docs are taking a longer view. A more open view. The sum total of what we do not know overwhelms the sum total of what we do know. A few medical schools are now teaching something called integrated medicine; and I've even seen doctor's referrals for acupuncture. So the times are changing. I don't think that would have happened in 1950. Or 1960. Or 1970. Probably not even in 1980, either.
Doctors, once banned from even associating with chiropractors by the AMA, now will send patients to them. Medical massage is widely recognized. Diet and exercise remains a valid therapy for type 2 diabetes—that's a pretty non-medicine approach, if you think about it.
Scientific medicine has a great many strengths, but it does tend to micro-manage illnesses. It tends to single out symptoms and attack them. It sometimes ignores the person in purist of the illness.
Alternative medicines, on the other hand, while ranging from blatant quackery to highly effective treatments, tends to be better about viewing the person as a whole. And I mean that in the widest possible way: not a whole collection of cells, and organs, and systems; but rather body, mind, and soul. And that's why alternative medicine is rapidly regaining popularity after two centuries out in the cold.
Personally, I don't think alternative medicine has all the answers, but I know that scientific medicine doesn't either. I believe that we can intelligently blend various approaches. But we can't be kooks about it either. If you want to drink cactus juice to lower your blood sugar, be my guest. Just don't stop taking your prescription medications in the meantime.
As to your doc, you're not married to him or her (well, you could be, but I'm assuming you're not); if you think your doctor is closed-minded, go shopping for a new one. Just be sure to check the expiration date to make sure his/her attitudes aren't sour, moldy, or stale. Those damn lazy sock boys are everywhere!
This is not a medical advice column. We are PWDs freely and openly sharing the wisdom of our collected experiences — our been-there-done-that knowledge from the trenches. But we are not MDs, RNs, NPs, PAs, CDEs, or partridges in pear trees. Bottom line: we are only a small part of your total prescription. You still need the professional advice, treatment, and care of a licensed medical professional.
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