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I even had an experience where I wasn’t refusing to acknowledge I was incorrect about a thing, I was just refusing to accept the cruel treatment for being incorrect as a proportional “punishment”.
So yeah. People (some people) mean EXACTLY that when they say “admit you’re wrong!!”
I think those people are just itching for an “appropriate target” to bully and it’s fucked up.
Internet mobs will be like "why doesnt anyone just ADMIT when theyre WRONG anymore??!!" and then treat someone like they deserve the death penalty because they said something off-colour on twitter when they were 14
No one will admit that they were wrong if you treat being wrong like its an eternal indictment against them with no chance for rehabilitation
Check out the video for a complete rundown of this abandoned home!!
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Moving along let's have a look at the kitchen and the living room/dining room area of the main part of the house!!
Once located in a wonderfully quiet rural area surrounded by forest and agricultural land, we find a small street with about 5 abandoned houses. The properties were bought for redevelopment and are currently being replaced with higher density housing.
One of the homes has already been demolished with another house that looks like it had burned down. There are also a few outbuildings on some of the properties along with the remains of a couple vehicles as well as a small motorcycle.
With half of the new development already completed, this area is going through a huge transformation and will never look the same!
Today we will be visiting the final of the three homes, the house was owned by a man named Bill and his wife Christine. They were married very late in life, in fact it was not until 2007 when they tied the knot and at the time, Christine was 69 years old. They both loved cats and had numerous strays make their house a second home, allowing them to come and go as they please through a pet door. They had a good 15 years together as a married couple until Christine passed away in 2022 at the age of 84 in this very house. Bill was by her side the entire time and took care of her in her final days.
Bill had a passion for working with wood dating back to his childhood. He started by selling wooden pens on the side while also working full time as a salesman for 35 years. He would also go on to make a wooden rocking horse for each of his grandchildren.
In 2010 after he had retired, Bill met a wood turner named George who introduced him to a whole new world of woodworking. He bought himself a lathe which was a Canadian Tire special and started a business selling his creations. He also dabbled in fractal burning to give his finished pieces an extra special look. He sold his work online as well as at some of the local artisan markets.
Bill would later pass away, shortly after his wife Christine.
Whoever has the most going on in their head. Unless I need the reader to be kept in the dark, in which case it’s whoever is reacting the most to that character.
please give me all your thoughts and tell me all about your process, i'd love to hear about all of it, and yes i am procrastinating agonizing trying to outline a potential story, why do you ask
I remember a while back at a Ren Faire, seeing a guy in a realistic fox costume (dressed as an archer iirc) and getting a pic taken with him. When I’d posted it later, he saw it, and got super offended that I called it a “fursuit” and I was just like … ???
You can be out in the world in a fursuit without it having like … sex connotations. That’s a thing you’re allowed to do. You can just be a fox guy. It’s cool. We don’t think you’re Up to Something if you call it what it is.
Movies where the lead actor did their own stunts are always either "the director forced them to stand in freezing water for fourteen hours a day while periodically throwing rocks at their head for the sake of 'authenticity' and they got PTSD and almost died" or "they insisted over the explicit objections of the production's insurance company that they be set on fire for real because it would 'help [them] understand the character's motivation'" – there's absolutely no middle ground.