I’ve been thinking a lot about the Reddit situation today, and it’s really a shame that we’re losing access to so much information if things don’t improve over there. I’ve seen other people mention the fact that any time I googled a problem or similar I’d append “Reddit” to the end of the search because all of these niche communities had passionate people recording detailed (albeit sometimes incorrect I’ll admit) information that will be much harder to come by if the site doesn’t survive. It reminds me of a situation very similar to this, when in nineteen ninety eight the undertaker threw mankind off hell in a cell, and plummeted sixteen feet through an announcer's table. And now senior tumblrists, watch the Reddit refugees potentially lose their minds lol. Don’t know if I did the meme justice.
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i love contributing to the yes and one evolution/two evolutions category. even if they didn't stay with me for long, every pokemon i've used has been treated with love, no matter what they looked like or what their stats were like <3
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Tw/ gun violence
Is there some way to figure out if something I witnessed was a really vivid dream or a memory? I remember seeing something that I shouldn't have when I was a kid. My dad pulled out a pistol on my mom one time, and it's been killing me inside, not knowing if it was just a vivid dream or if it was a memory I suppressed. I already hate him enough, even if it turns out to be a dream. But if it's not, then I could never ever forgive him for that. How will I know if I made it up or if it was real?
The only way I can think of here is to ask your mom. For what it's worth, I don't believe you made it up. I don't think anyone makes up or makes a vivid dream into a 'real' memory, when it's this serious and dangerous. This is obviously something that keeps bothering you, and stuff from dreams or made-up stuff doesn't tend to stick with us in that way, it fades easily, because we can tell it's not a real danger.
If you cannot ask your mom, try to find out who else knew your dad at this time, and ask whether he had a gun, or had been known to do anything like this in the past. Just getting additional information about this situation could help, and if this happened, your mom also could have relayed it to someone, and you could hear from someone that something like that did go down. I feel like getting a confirmation on this would do a lot for you.
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"i never knew just how much i liked being needed. just how much, you understand? i knew i wanted it but not how much. until two years later i went back anonymously to visit and watched how the trains had stopped running and the ground had stopped shaking under the tremors of music and i saw. how everything was splitting apart at the seams without me. and i smiled hopelessly. finally i found permanence in how no one will ever forget my name, the one they cursed and gossiped and talked about when i was too exhausted to let go. well, now i have. and if you don't, well, I like that."
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@theimpalpable sent in: "You can tell me." (Doc and Ray? C:) || new blog but they all still hate vulnerability 🙃 ( you can tell me prompt. )
Most times when Ray is cooking, it’s almost exclusively a solo activity. Being the only chef in a severely understaffed shitty diner is the reason that happens. He’s sure this is bound to break sort of HR law, but for now, he won’t say much. He doesn’t mind it- the quiet that it brings him, save for the sizzling of bacon grease on a pan and whatnot.
It’s probably not a great habit to get accustomed to either. For one thing, cooking in a restaurant requires teamwork. Clear communication between all moving parts for a seamless dining experience is a must, especially in restaurants that serve five-course meals.
Still. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t mind HELP in the kitchen here and there.
Usually, that’s Lam, but he’s not here right now. Neither is Lex-
Their loss, this time around.
“You know, this was the first thing I learned to make.” He admits as he smashes a few pieces of garlic, using the flat end of his knife and his palm. Not that he doesn’t trust Doc with a knife, but well, it’s easier to do the chopping himself. Doc, he’s assigned to separate the shrimp heads from the rest of the body before de-shelling the tail.
It’s after closing hours and coming in late, Doc mentioned he was hungry and not for any of the menu items.
Good thing Ray knows how to work with leftovers. ( And that he’s hungry too- it takes energy, really, coming up with genius ideas. )
“We’ll make a stock out of it. My mom taught me that. And to always use day-old rice. She sucks at cooking, but she does know how to make FRIED RICE. And stir fry, but it’s difficult to mess that one up. “
And now that he thinks about it, he hasn’t spoken to her in a while. He’ll have to call home sometime soon. He wonders if Doc thinks of his family too- he’s never heard him mention them before…neither does Lex. But Ray won’t ask.
If he’s not willing to open that box for himself, why should he expect that of others?
Ray minces up the smashed garlic before pulling out a pot for Doc to use. “Shells and heads in here; can you grab some water too?”
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