can't believe i'm saying this but as a woman in westoros, alicent was completely in her rights to want her son on the throne over rhaenyra. as a noblewoman, she was promised two things in life: safety for her children and a son that could inherit. she was stated by otto to be the most gorgeous girl at court, she comes from a wealthy family with lots of influence and her father is hand to the king. she could have married pretty much anyone but she got stuck with viserys instead. marrying an heir from any of the other seven great houses would have afforded her children with better rights than being with him. am i saying that aegon should have been king instead of rhaenyra because he was a boy? no, of course not. but imagine your children literally being robbed of their birthright and left with absolutely nothing from their father who severely neglects them and abuses you. he didn't even bother to make aegon heir to dragonstone, which imo would have helped a lot.
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I think it can be true that certain lifestyle changes can help with pain and disability, but people really overplay how those changes will affect people's lives.
I've found that exercise has helped my back pain - I have had chronic back pain that PT didn't touch, but exercise has helped. However, what hasn't changed is what exasperates that pain, and when my pain is especially exasperated, it doesn't matter how much I exercise, I'll be in my bed trying so hard to get out, and I'll be seeing white. So, yes, exercise helped me, but it did not save me. That's an example of what I mean.
It's fine to give (solicited!!) advice to people about how to manage things like this. But I'm begging people to be realistic about this. Lifestyle changes can only do so much, and disabilities are - surprise! - disabling.
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i love and miss baldurs gate so much but every time i remember how the fandom and writing team treats wyll i simply dont want to think about it anymore. like i shouldnt be surprised because this is a dnd video game but it's crazy how far people are willing to go to pretend all of it is not racism. wyll is too boring and yet halsin (who is even more boring mind you) gets more attention then him in fan content, same with rolan and dammon and all other side characters in the game. he's never in anything promotional and it's pretty clear at this point the writers are Not Going to fix it. i love wyll so much i literally want to eat him alive but the wave of frustration i experience every Single Time i think of bg3 does not feel good
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IMO, telling congress to pass legislation that averts a strike by imposing a contract rejected by the majority of union members, even if it is somewhat amended to partially cover the demand workers were threatening to strike over, is not a good idea. Averting a strike is not a natural good, it is only good if it is because the strike was averted due to the agreement of the workers with their contract, not because congress stepped in to enforce mediation. The good thing would be to tell your congresspeople to quit it with the scab shit, if the railroad bosses won't avert a strike by agreeing to a fair deal, there's no reason congress should be stealing the worker's leverage by forcing them to work with a substandard contract, and that's what I think your senator's office needs to hear.
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Silent giggles ring deep in his chest as he presses the palm of his hand tightly over his mouth. It's late. He's not really allowed to be up late, and he delights in this knowledge.
It's not that he indulges in mischief often. Tulpa is nothing if not a good child. Eager to learn, never one to be contrary, and above all else mindful of treating others kindly rather than taking pleasure in being purposefully naughty like some of the other kids in town.
But even he gets his moments of boyish boldness. Even he has the sudden urge to go wandering off on little adventures.
Socked feet tiptoing along as he avoids every creaky floorboard, the groaning steps on the stairs, keeps himself flat to walls and an eye on all hiding places. He smiles behind his hand, keeping himself as quiet as possible.
His many ba'vodu'e have sharp hearing. Always alert. He's learned to sneak past them with relative ease.
It's his father he never manages to creep away from unnoticed. He always knows. He always finds him.
But tonight he hasn't come stalking out of his room yet. Steps quiet enough not to disturb his siblings, but also loud enough to let him know he's on the prowl. His father never admits it, but he gets a thrill out of it too.
Tonight Tulpa thinks he might have won their little game of cat and mouse. The victory tastes sweet in the back of his throat, and the smile on his face threatens to split it in half.
Until he finds his father seated at the kitchen table. Knuckles white around the mug he's clasping far too tightly, half its contents spilled on the tablecloth. Eyes vacant and shiny with shedding tears that leave tracks on his much too pale face. There is this look of indescribable sorrow on his face, as if the world itself has crumpled around him and he's been forced to do nothing more than watch.
He doesn't blink. Doesn't see or hear Tulpa, even as he stands there with nowhere to hide. He doesn't move an inch. His father the statue with an intricate V carved on his face.
Ice prickling his heart and creeping up his spine, Tulpa sneak-runs back down the hall, up the stairs, to his room and into his bed. He clings tightly to a very confused Dog once he's got his bedsheets over the both of them. His heart beat so loud in his own ears that it drowns out the concerned croaking.
The haunted look on his father's face keeps him awake all night.
He doesn't feel mischievous for a very long while after that...
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