#finding safety and comfort in someone

[astrobei]

when byler has this conversation in season 5

#hunger games catching fire the movie of all time #the visions…. i’m being plagued by them #like #peeta being like #“nobody needs me” #katniss looking at him n saying ‘i do. i need u.’ #LIKE SHE DOES #SHE NEEDS HIM #she’s always needed him!!! #look i know thg isn’t about the love triangle and the romance plot that’s the whole point i Know #but like #finding safety and comfort in someone #needing someone #wanting to build ur future w that someone once u know the future is safe #someone who calms u down and grounds u and makes u feel protected #i’m just so #tell me this is not the van scene. TELL ME THIS IS NOT THE VAN SCENE !!!! #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #/astro posts

[trainingdummyrabbit]

about 5 seconds from spinning an entire barely-genre-adjacent au just because ikeep thinking abt Characters too hard

anyway angela and roland on the worlds longest, shittiest road trip to Nowhere

#[tagramble warning WAHA] #piktalk #projmoon #can you see my vision. its about the abandonment of certainty; of the decision to hold tight to no one but yourself. #its the decision to live dangerously; to live freely; or at least to try and learn what 'freedom' exactly means #what it means to someone who has never felt it. never lived it. #about the chance intersection of lines; of lives. and eventually; about solidarity even in the face of the unknown. #not trusting you; but trusting you. not knowing you; but knowing you. #i know not what you want nor if it is good for me; but youre here and will have my back when nobody else will. #i know not where you come from or who you are-- you will not tell me. but i know obscure facts about you-- what you like and what you dont. #its about discovering the Self where originally there was nothing. healing a Self that had broken down to scraps and dust. #its about what it means to be 'home.' what happens when you lose it-- and when you realize maybe youve never had one to begin with. #and the search for something that truly deserves to hold that title. the title of comfort; certainty; reliability; safety. #and maybe. maybe. if you cannot find yours; and i cannot find mine; then that home. maybe you could be... no; nevermind. #there's always more road ahead. #yes iam still thinking abt th transmasc angela post .

[fisheito]

OMG. that means... Cloaca Crew........

WAIT.

✨C l o a c a C r e w✨

#is there a way to turn someone's tags into regular text or must i continue turning words into jpgs like a savage? #blade walks into the bathroom too and goes “oh?? u talking about the stall??” #“it's great! my voice bounces around while i'm in there so singing is super fun. here lemme show u” #cut to scene where it's blade crowding eiden/yakumo/rei into one stall and making them sing to test the bathroom acoustics #blade wears a hard hat while swimming in the shark tank #does it make sense? no. but blade does not want to be left out of the hat game. safety first! #did i go down another abyss of articles about owl and shark anatomy to confirm cloacas before i drew this? yes. #the tags tho #olivine (ever the caring coworker) tries to stop edmond from gorging on sugary carrots but edmond will outrun him #or stuff his face so fast that olivine cannot stop him #several hours later u just find edmond curled up on the ground in the rabbit pen #bc of tummy ache. #he is under a mountain of fluffy potatoes (bunnies) trying to comfort him #olivine knew this would happen so he's out there gently extracting edmond from the pile and coaxing him to rest properly #i wonder what the staff room fridge looks like. #WHO PUT AN ENTIRE KING SALMON ON TOP OF MY SALAD #anyway. they can probably eat relatively normal humanish food. #or maybe that fridge is just a decoy fridge (and a place for edmond's full 3 heads of lettuce) #and the real lunch fridge is in the back with all the “animal food storage” #u open it up and it's just a pixellated blur of gore #blame all the carnivores working here. they demand fresh meat. #zookeeper au #yakumo #eiden #rei #blade #edmond #olivine

[girlwithfish]

anyone else feel like this also what is it. what is wrong

#ive felt this way somewhat for a very long time like disconnected from everyone not able to make friends have connections feel like myself #when rly i dont really knlw who i am #just no desire to talk feel like nothings in my head sometimes #And it got worse lately idk i just feel like im locked away. #Like waht is this lol #and i guess w my ex i finally felt like i had someone i could b myself around and feel comfortable w and i got lost in that relationship #was very dependent and stuff and then its just confusing when there was abusive behavior and stuff too like #idk my judgment was bad and i trusted him and felt myself around him but he was also dangerous to me and did not respect me #And now idk. i find most safety within myself and am ok w just feeling like a numb frozen still life but when jm around other ppl its hard #cuz thats not normal i guess lolol #And i try and try some days im better than others but some days or moments i just have.nothing to say no thoughts i am frozen

[vampiricgf]

wanna post a thingie I was working on but also still wanna be below the radar idk

#i hate that i have so much anxiety about sharing my work now #it really is like my comfort was taken from me yk #because now im not like oohhh can't wait to see what my friends think of it #im like oh god what if it makes someone find my blog and everything starts again will i ever be able to exist in peace here again #because i have so much anxiety about the fuckk off amount of people in that stupid fucking server who all hate my ass #not just that one but the other one where a whole ass fucking rule was made about not supporting me or dal like how insane are you people #so i have almost no joy now at the idea of posting my work which idk just really fucking sucks man #i even considered going by a different pseud as another layer of safety but i felt bad about potentially misleading people about who i am y #the end situation for me just feels like a lose/lose

[leapdayowo]

YOU KNOW WHAT

*writes and draws so much fluffy content to spite the world*

#Choosing kindness and comfort as my final form #super saiyan style makes fictional characters find peace and safety somewhere and/or with someone(s) #Do fun things with your found family #No longer be burdened by the weight of the world and have all the naps by a fire while it rains #let the hardest part of your life be over and for a more light hearted adventure to begin #be healed or begin to heal physically and/or mentally #Let the world also be healed and/or healing #May the sunrise fill you with joy and hope and the setting sun no longer scare you #This is not an attack on other genres but I will not allow kindness and safety to be mistaken for weakness #if someone else has made a post like this already *tips my hat to you* history is a flat fucking circle am I right?

[cuntstable]

ive been saying that what makes denji csm a not only bearable but genuinely likable girl obsessed teenage boy protag is above all else the fact that hes been a raging misandrist from day one and people are FINALLY realizing that thats the case

#like on a serious note its interesting too bc like ive never really seen a story focus so much on the very real phenomena of someone who #(especially in childhood) was abused by men becoming not only distrustful and hateful towards men but in turn also idolizing women and #finding safety and comfort with women ONLY that have that be turned against them by the fact that there are abusive women out there who will #use those traumas and issues to manipulate you. like its interesting seeing a mc guy portrayed like that. it is #and to simultaneously have an authour explore how women can manipulate their image as caring nurturers and motherly figures to abuse people #but also LOL denji said fuck men

[redysetdare]

The reason why I disagree with people who say I am touch starved is because I literally grew up being touched all the time without my permission. I was constantly being hugged and kissed and made to hold hands and touched. do i sometimes think that cuddling and casual touch sounds nice in theory? yeah. Sometimes I wish i could understand what people meant by it feeling comforting. But in practice? I think of myself being cuddled or touched or someone actually touches me irl? i recoil. it feels suffocating. it's overstimulating. I don't want hands on me. I don't want to be hugged or hold hands. Even the tiniest touches such as someone brushing against me or tapping my shoulder are awful.

idk i guess i just get frustrated because I talk about my experience and people tell me I'm obviously touch starved but I don't crave touch. it's not like It was absent in my childhood, in fact it was very often forced upon me without consent. Even though i talk about sometimes wanted to experience it because of how everyone says they feel comforted and safe - i think it's less about me actually wanted to be touched and more me wanting to feel that same comforting and safe feeling that people normally get from it. I'm fine with not being touched. my feelings are just complex and confusing and it feels like im the only one who will ever understand me.

#text #touch averse #the truth is that i dont relate to any posts by touch starved people #im not craving touch or intimacy in that way #im craving the feeling of comfort and safety people find through hugging or cuddling #and so for people to look at my experience and say 'your touch starved' it just feels like they aren't actually understanding what im sayin #and its lonely. yknow? everyone is saying im one thing but i look into it and i feel so alienated by it #there is no space for someone like me. it's weird to not want to hug people. it's a flaw. something ppl want fixed #seems to be a pattern with my identities #idk what the point of this post is #maybe a cry out for anyone who could be like me #to maybe have the chance to find at least ONE person who understands. maybe to let that one person to know i understand too

[tennessoui]

Miss Kit how are you today? Just here to tell you how much i love your stories, checking your blog/ao3 just feels like coming home at this point.

Sending u hugs and good vibes

hey!! thank you so much for sending this :D today was absolutely rotten and much too busy, but it's mostly over now at least so here's to that!!! hopefully tomorrow or the next day i'll have actual time for actual writings, but as it is...mostly planning to charge my phone and watch a bunch of television/senseless movies to destress before the middle of the work week tomorrow...........because yikes

#asks #so very stressed about so many things tbh #not least of which is that my landlord requires me to give 60 day notice of leaving or else i lose my safety deposit #but no one posts listings sixty days out #so if i tell her im gonna go #then i NEED to find a place #because someone will rent my room #but then if i dont tell her and just leave #im losing basically a month's rent :D #so thats like. a huge thing right now #but it's nothing a few episodes of a comfort tv show cant solve (she says hopefully)

[pingvin-king]

just saw the new art from the artists official twitter of seo an and woo won and fuck yes🥺 i called it. the cuddles. they cuddle all the time. seo an relaxing for once. i am so frickin hyped

#why is feb so close and yet far away #pining for a month #but yooo #that art is so frickin sweet😭🤧 #i knew they were my comfort pair #they find comfort! and safety! in the other! #seo an can be himself and just Be! #woo won can relax and fulfill that want to be needed but also feel ok to Need someone else! #i love them🥺 #ramblings #the pizza delivery man and the gold palace

[koishua]

when he makes me want to become the best version of myself :)

#tp #on the night i was feeling horrible he bought me coffee and walked around the block for two straight hours with me #talking about anything and everything and asking me how i feel #he told me about his childhood and told me little stories here and there and talked me out of feeling shitty #i had been rude to him unintentionally a few hours prior and despite that he approached me with utmost kindness #and i have never met someone like him before #he is so clever and smart and funny and witty and sensible and soft hearted and kind and understanding #he also stayed awake for me while i couldnt sleep past midnight at the lounge area because he knew there was a creep around despite being #utterly tired and that's why i told him we could go back up to our rooms respectively bc i couldnt dare leaving him out of his sleep #and he asked if me or my neighbors had a cat when we first started hanging out after he took a glimpse at my arms #and when i told him no he gave me the most understanding smile ever and i almost cried then and there in front of everyone else #and now i find myself reading about as many topics as i can handle bc i want to be as knowledgable as him #and i find myself trying my best at everything bc i wouldnt want to disappoint him when he brought me comfort at a moment when i #was feeling one of my lowest #i cant do that to someone who strolled around the unfamiliar streets near our hotel at midnight for nearly two hours with me #who gave me a warm cup of coffee when my hands were going numb but i didnt want to go back inside bc i was feeling stuffy #i'll see him again in a few months and i want to (oh so badly want to) show him that i got better #he didnt know me well (we'd only interacted for a week or two) and yet it was like he was the only person who understood #and all of a sudden he's become the person i associate the most with safety and comfort #and i know (gosh i KNOW) that he's suffered through so so much up until this day of his life and that's why he is the way he is #and i just want him to feel okay and i want to be able to comfort him the way he does me whenever he #feels bad #sorry for the feeling dump but i just want to let y'all know that there is an incredible person out there that #im so happy to have met and become friends with

[chainsawselfships]

my wall/attic boys <3 (jimmy, brahms, billy) 

#not to get too heavy but as someone who's struggled greatly with severe social anxiety and spent years almost completely isolated: #i understand them. i really do. #the way trauma can force you to hide away in an effort to find safety/comfort. i get it. #i just relate to them so much #and i know they could find comfort in that. #rambles

[oceantornadoo]

protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in

“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.

“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.

“‘ello?”

“si- simon, it’s me.”

“i know, lovie. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.

“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.

“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”

9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.

suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.

“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.

twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.

“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.

“you win.”

fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.

“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.

“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”

“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.

“we’re not together anymore, simon.”

“you’re still my wife.”

silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.

“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.

“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.

“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.

----

idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon riley wife #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #ex husband ghost #fluff

[thestuffedalligator]

The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin. They both looked down at the crumpled shape of the Overlord, His Unholy Majesty, in his obsidian armor.

His final spasms had been mesmerizingly acrobatic. The fall down the steps leading up to his iron throne had pretzelled his body quite impressively, both arms folded behind his back and one leg bent at a jaunty angle.

The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin.

"Shit," said the goblin.

"Shit," said the orc.

"We're likely to get blamed for this," the goblin said. She walked over to the head of the glittering mangled heap and started pulling the helmet off.

"It's not our fault," the orc said. "It's hard to help someone choking when they wear two-hundred pounds of spiked armor at all times."

"Yeah, well," the goblin grunted. The helmet came free, and the bald head of the Overlord bounced on the stone with a hollow, coconut noise. "You know how it is in this bloody country - thieves get their heads cut off so they can't think about thieving, and all that." She fished in the Overlord's mouth with a finger and pulled out the obstructing olive on the end of her claw.

She popped it into her mouth and chewed. "What do you reckon they do for a regicide?" she said.

"We should run," the orc said. She had started bouncing her leg. "I hear that there's some places in the Alliance where they just kill you and let you stay dead. That's got to be nicer than what'll happen if we stay here."

The goblin started to nod - and then her gaze fell on the helmet.

It looked like a pineapple designed by a deranged blacksmith. It was all thorns and spikes and hard edges, as though the maker had been very determined to not let pigeons roost on it. The only bits that weren't solid iron were eyeholes. Nobody had ever seen the Overlord's face.

She held up the helmet and squinted from it to the orc. One of the thorns had been bent badly in the fall.

Nobody had ever seen the Overlord's face...

"Right," she muttered. "Right. Could work - or."

The orc had a sudden vision of the immediate future. "No," she said.

"I mean you're about his height-"

"No."

"It would just be for a-"

"Absolutely not."

"Just hear me out," the goblin said. "Outside of this room are two-thousand men and orcs and goblins who are absolutely gonzo about this man, and there's a whole country of them outside of the castle, and at any moment someone's going to walk in that door and see one dead tit in black armor and two unbelievably dead idiots next to him.

"Or." She tossed the helmet up like a basketball to the orc, who fumbled and tried to find somewhere to hold it that wasn't a knife's edge. "We chuck him out the window now, walk out the door in the armor, and ditch the armor as soon as nobody sees us."

The orc had started bouncing her leg again. "They'll know something's up the second I walk out of the room."

"No worries," said the goblin. "Leave that to me."

---

It had been a very strange year for the Empire.

Change had rolled across the land as slow and inevitable as a glacier. Roads and bridges carved the gray, blasted wildlands, and a number of social reforms had made the country a place where you could be miserable, yes, but miserable in comfort and safety, and that was an improvement.

Barely anyone got boiled alive in molten metal, and even if the disgusted sun never rose to light the Empire, at least you had a roof over your head to protect yourself from the acid rain.

"Your empire flourishes, Your Unholy Majesty," the magician said over her wine glass. She looked down from the tower's balcony over the gleaming stone battlements. Some work had been done to line the castle and surrounding city with sizzling, crackling alchemical lights at night. The whole thing glowed like something dangerously radioactive.

The suit of armor waved a languid, glittering gauntlet over to the goblin, who bowed.

"His Abominable Gloriousness Thanks You," the goblin recited. "The Prosperity Of His Empire Can Only Be Achieved Through The Prosperity Of His People."

"If I may be so bold, I am quite pleased that you had chosen to take my counsel under consideration," said the magician. "We have accomplished many things together."

Another wave. Another bow. "The Overlord, May His Presence Swallow The Sun And Stars, Thanks You As Well."

"It was quite gratifying to see you change your mind, after so many centuries of denial." The wine was swirled. "Tell me, what was it that finally gave you cause to listen to me?"

There was the slightest hesitation. The goblin's eyes flicked to the armor, then to the magician. She puffed out her chest. "Do you question the wisdom of His Austere Lugubriousness?" she asked.

The magician looked at the goblin. She looked at the armor. She tipped her head back and drank the wine too quickly.

She looked back at the armor. "I know you're the orc, you moron," she said.

The room went deathly still. An alchemical light fizzled.

The orc pulled off the helmet, sending long, untied hair down tangling, and said: "How could you possibly-"

"Because you're both idiots!" the magician said. The goblin jumped. The orc jumped with a noise like a dropped stove. "What kind of a plan was this?! If it wasn't for me, you would have been turned into fertilizer months ago."

She closed her eyes. She took a long, dramatic breath. She set the wine glass down on the balcony rail.

"How did the Overlord die?" she asked when she seemed like she had gotten a hold over herself.

"Choked on an olive," said the goblin.

"Threw his body out the window," said the orc.

"You don't have to mention the window," said the goblin.

"Right," said the orc. "Sorry."

The magician looked out over the city, hand curled thoughtfully under her nose. "Who knows about this?"

"Just us. And, uh. You. Apparently."

"And why did you accept my counsel?"

The orc blinked. "Sorry?"

"Why did you accept my counsel?" the magician repeated.

"Well," the orc said. "Well - you seemed like you had good ideas-"

"Great ideas!" the goblin said with an edge of desperation. "Don't know why the old bastard didn't listen to you!"

"Right - right," said the orc. "And when we figured we were stuck doing this - well, it just made sense, really."

The magician seemed to absorb this. She nodded. "All right," she said, striding between the two and grabbing the crystal decanter.

"Um," said the orc. "Sorry. What happens now?"

"What happens is that you two will continue to serve as Overlord," said the magician. "You will continue to take my counsel. We will continue to reform this bloody country, and gods willing, we will turn it into the crown jewel of the world by next Midwinter."

The orc looked at the goblin. The goblin looked at the orc.

"Really?" the goblin asked.

"Oh yes," said the magician. "I've worked hard to be counsel to the Overlord, and I have no reason to stop now. And besides-"

She looked the orc up and down with a deliberate slowness, poring over every microscopic detail, eyes tracing over every jagged line, and grinned like a panther.

"You look much better in the armor than he ever did," she said. Dark robes swirled like a becleavaged thundercloud, and she strode out through the high iron doors, decanter in hand.

The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin.

"Shit," said the goblin.

"Shit," said the orc.

#short story #fantasy writing #narrativia #10k

[tgirlwithreverb]

I saw that post about what to do if you're homeless again (the one that starts by telling you to spend all of your money on motel rooms lmao) anyway, here's a few thoughts, specifically for trans girls, cuz I don't really care otherwise tbh:

1) plan ahead, most trans girls are in precarious housing situations, you will have a much easier time when it falls apart if you already have a pack with most of the gear you need in it. Also, if you find yourself in a situation where you cant make rent, dont pay part of it, spend that money on gear, pocket the rest and leave, youll have a much nicer time. Look up your local eviction laws, you have plenty of time. (Gear list at the end)

2) travel! If you're in Arizona in May, leave. it's about to be hot as hell. If you're in Michigan in October, leave. It's about to be cold as hell. If you're in a big city, leave. It's way easier to be homeless pretty much anywhere else. Amtrak is cheaper and more comfortable than greyhound, hitchhiking is free and easy, if you're alone it's not that much slower than the previous two, and it's more fun, and sometimes people buy you food or whatever or give you money. I promise it's not scary and you're entirely capable of doing it, no matter who you are. 95+% of people who will pick you up are very nice. All you have to do is take the bus out of town, as far down the highway you can, to an exit with a truck stop if possible, then just stand on the side of the road with your thumb out until someone picks you up. You can stand at the bottom of the ramp(on the highway) near where the merge lane ends or at the top of the ramp(where there's usually a traffic light), the former is more likely to lead to cop interactions but will maybe get you a ride faster, check on hitchwiki for how the cops are in the area. don't be afraid to take a commuter bus or Amtrak to get out of a shitty cop area

3) skip shelters if you can (they are very occasionally a decent place to get stuff from) and encampments, good places to sleep include the trees near railroad tracks or highways, wooded areas behind shopping centers, sections of parks without paths, overgrown empty lots. Hang a tarp above you if there's an appreciable chance of rain, there's tons of YouTube tutorials on how to do this, maybe I'll make a post about what I usually do some day. There are many habits more fun than motel rooms, save your money for them lmao.

4) get on food stamps. This is easier in some places than others, but it makes the whole thing a lot easier. Just tell them you're homeless, if they don't give you a card the same day, you can probably ask to pick it up from that office, alternatively some drop in centers/day shelters can receive mail for you, or you can have it sent to general delivery(USPS service, look it up)

7) libraries are great for charging your phone and using wifi, but also keep an eye out, plenty of random outlets on the outsides of buildings are also powered

5) dumpster. sidewalk trash cans, Aldi, Einstein's, trader Joe's, pizza places, etc. You need to develop a bit of a sense for it but it's an easy way to get cooked food or travelling food or expensive food without spending resources. Also it's fun.

6) water is free, go into the bathroom of any gas station or grocery store in America(offer not valid in most big cities or on the west coast, but in that case just go to the library) and fill up your water bottle

8) hygiene notes: truckers get free showers from chain truck stops(loves, pilot/flying j) go there and ask them. convenient if you're hitchhiking, also you don't need to shower 3 times a day, really, you'll survive. Ditto with deodorant. Take care of your teeth though. Take your socks off every. day. Change them consistently. Safety razors give a good shave, work well without adequate water pressure, and the replacement blades are very stealable, they're kind of heavy though. Walmart makes these electric razors for women that take AA batteries and are pretty light but give a worse shave, also they kinda go through batteries, pick whatever works for you(cartridge razors suck)

9) traveling food notes: peanut butter is great, tortillas and bagels travel pretty well, tuna packets are pretty good protein for traveling(the ones with rice and beans or whatever are nice since theyre often the same price as the regular), condiment packets are free, hot sauce makes everything better, and mayo goes well with tuna and has a bunch of calories in it, salad dressing packets are free from truck stops and work well turning the Walmart shredded vegetable packages (labeled for making into slaw, next to the bagged salads) into a salad with real vegetables(not iceberg lettuce) in it or mixing in with tuna packets for even more calories than mayo

Gear world:

Necessary items(in order of importance): a gallon of water carrying capacity(an Arizona jug or other twist top jug is conventional, but a bladder+arizona bottles also works), a tarp(larger than 6'x9', not brightly colored), a hank of parachord, a sleeping bag (20° rated, synthetic insulation), a backpack with a padded hip belt(at least 50L, no more than 75), rain gear(a rain poncho might cover your pack too, a rain jacket can help with wind when its cold, a trash bag inside or outside your pack can keep it dry, a plan to watch the weather and not get caught also works), a z-fold foam sleeping pad, three pairs of socks, two pairs of underwear (at least one pair of boxer breifs strongly recommended if you arent incredibly skinny), a decent pair of shoes with good arch support, a functional jacket(skip if you got a rain jacket before), a base layer(wool or poly, absolutely no cotton)

Convenient items: a sleeping bag liner(cotton free, keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer), gallon zip locks to pack your stuff in(helps keep it dry and organized), no more than one change of clothes(as light as possible), a multi-tool(can opener, pliers, wire cutter), lighter(burning rope ends etc), spoon, floss and needles for patching

#anyway #not all encompassing or whatever #feel free to add your own tips but ill make fun of you if theyre stupid

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