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prophet-rebellion · 9 months

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Jolene's Emergency Vet Visit

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So for those of you who gave followed me (and maybe seen the update) you'll know Salem has been missing for almost 6 months.

She was my ESA, and given my declining mental health, I didn't have much choice but to get a new ESA.

Enter miss Jolene Macchiato L. Whom I adopted almost two months ago and have whole heartedly decided to keep after realizing just how well we mesh.

You may also know I've been in the hospital the last few days - staying with my roommate who was admitted. I've been coming home to feed the cats and (unsuccessfully) treat them for ear mites. My new roommate was dog sitting and he brought fleas and ear mites into our home.

During this time, Jolene went to the bathroom on my bed multiple times. I at first chalked it up to stress and was told to keep an eye on here. Less than a day of being back from the hospital and her stool is light in color, runny, and most terrifyingly, has blood in it.

This is no longer an issue of stress, but could be a major intestinal/stomach problem when mixed with her inability to wait and use her litterbox. On top of that, she was running around like she was in pain, or something was wrong prior to going.

My second job is not a sure thing yet - it has been more than two weeks since the company reached out to me - and I have been looking for more. The money I thought I won was more a scam to get me down to the car dealership (which by the way, I hated as is because of the older man behaving increasingly grossly and inappropriate towards me).

My funding for Salem has stopped at this point - I have done every physical thing I can to find and bring her home. And now I need to focus on the new feline in my care.

I am taking Jolene to the vet tomorrow and using my new credit card - but there are limited funds and paying it back is my current concern when I have payments taking up to the 1,000s combined due these next two months.

I am setting it to $550 for now (because they take a portion), but the price my change depending on what the vet says and what is wrong.

I know she still need to get treated for ear mites ($300 on it's own) because the current medications I've been using are not working."

This is my fundraiser.

Additional pictures of her adoption papers added on here as well proving when I got her. JOLENE IS A REGISTERED ESA NOW.

Jolene as far as I have been told is two years old, though she is very small for her age. She is a sweet heart though she was likely on the streets for a most of not all her life before she was taken to the shelter and I adopted her a month later.

She is a sweet cat that just wants to check and make sure that you're okay. She'll cuddle. She doesn't meow but she does trill and sound like yoshi.

She just wants to make friends with everyone. And if you're not petting her enough then the grabs your hand and brings it right to her face as she stands on her back legs.

This is the last fundraiser I'm making. Ask anyone I know in real life and they'll tell you just how much I despise asking for help. I want to be able to do things on my own. But until I get one bite from the hundreds (literally) of jobs I've applied to as a secondary then I'm at a loss. I can't afford to wait and save up for this vet Visit - not when her health is on the line.

I can post a picture of her at the vets office tomorrow as well to confirm, along with the update of what they set.

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Currently $750/$750

UPDATE - 08.02.2023

UNDER THE CUT

We went to the vet today.

TL:DR - she is on medications for the next two weeks, roughly. She did very good at the vet and was very brave. $500 was close, it will come out to be roughly $700 all together after ear mite treatment; we are holding off for now until the other cat in the house can be treated or they will just jump between them, which gives some more time to get there funds. But the over the counter medications are not strong enough to fight the infestation, and depending on severity, it could lead to long term health problems.

So I changed it from $550 -> $750 (again, because they take a processing fee). I also added in there roughly $200 that had been sent from PayPal and Venmo to give a more accurate show off current raised funds.

Below are screenshots of the update explaining more, along with pictures of Jolene at the vet today.

(Straight up, I almost cried because in the right two months that I have had her this was the first time she had crawled into my lap to lay down and cuddle with me.)

#my post #gofundme #cat #emergency #emergency vet visit #sick cat #esa

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anabon3s · 6 months

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Okay I am reversing into a honeymoon phase this week!! I was really starting to struggle staying under 500 everyday (emotionally and mentally) so I decided this week I was going to up it and allow my self 800 a day. I don’t like the idea of 800 all that much but when I was aiming for under 500 I was going up to 1000 some days and sometimes even more 😫

Well it’s worked a treat! The last 2 days I was so ready to eat 800 cal and had to remind my self all day I was allowed to do this and add it to my tracking app without feeling failure, shame and fat… anyway both days I pre logged between 600-750 for what ever meal we were having for dinner and somehow I have gotten full before finishing or controlled my self enough to eat less than 500 both days in a row! I think this is a “new start”.

Now I’m enjoying the feeling and not tempting my self with the whole kitchen I feel if I lower the 800 down slowly over the next 2 weeks I’ll be back on my A game of 500 a day!!!!

#thinspø #anorex14 #disordered eating thoughts #ed disorder #ed not sheeren #ed vent #notprojustusingthetags #4norexi4 #th1gh g@p #th1nsp1ration

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drsteggy · 1 year

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Author’s Notes: So this took a little longer than anticipated, but I didn’t have a lot of down time the last ten days or whatever. The original plan was to do like 500-750 words per section, but this one needed more. I also had to “do research” for Link and Zelda’s path to this shrine, because I did not realize it was actually accessible by horse until like 3 days ago.

So if you’re worried about “the same Hyrule” for TOTK, maybe don’t be because I have like a thousand hours in this one and I still learn new things.

The battle sequence here is what I did to clear the path so I could ride my damn horse up to the shrine.

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“I do,” his voice is soft as drops his gaze back to his dinner. He scrapes the spoon across the bottom of the wooden bowl. “I remember.”

She sets her own spoon down on the table and wipes her hands on a napkin. “Do you remember my apology?”

He had read about that in her diary. He shakes his head.

“I know you felt bad about yelling. We were both different people then.”

She goes silent. When he looks up at her, her eyes are round and soft. Her lip curls slightly as she fights back a tear. “Well, I’m sorry. You did not deserve my anger that day. Or any day.”

“It’s okay, Prin- Zelda. It’s okay. We were different people.”

“I suppose. There are things I wish I did differently, especially with you.”

Link debates licking his bowl clean and decides it’s not appropriate behavior in front of a princess, even if she doesn’t want to be one anymore.

“We could ride out there, maybe?” Hope lifts her voice.

“Sure.”

“Great,” She stands up, pushing the bench away from the table. “We can leave in the morning.”

Link runs the conversation over in his head, trying to figure out where he erred. “What about Impa and Kakariko? That’s across Hyrule?”

Zelda turns her gaze to him, brow now wrinkled as she briefly considers the question. Tension coils in his chest, though he isn’t sure why.

“I think Impa will wait a little longer. I did.” She punctuates her statement with a bright smile before turning and striding out of the stable.

Link sighs and tips his face to the ceiling.

****

He takes a second horse from Riverside Stable so she has her own mount and gives her a refresher riding lesson. She lifts her hands too high to steer, but the horse he picked is forgiving and gentle. She will be safe on Caramel’s back.

They set out across central Hyrule, riding past the very place they battled the Calamity not so long ago. The ground is still burned, though there’s new grass trying to fill things in. Neither says anything about it, but Link clucks Epona into a canter.

A week later they stay at the stable by the Great Bridge in the southern edges of Tabantha. The air has gotten crisp and cold. Link cooks with peppers and Goron spice that night to try and keep warm. Zelda claims his hooded cloak. She has reclaimed the slate as well.

“The first time I came here, I had to scramble past a pair of flying guardians.” Link says as he banks the coals for the night. “I hope they aren’t still there. It didn’t occur to me to try and bring a horse up to that shrine until I found the memory you left me. And then I had to back track.”

Zelda nods absently, with her hands clutching a mug of tea. Her eyes search the sky, picking out constellations.

“I guess you already know about the path up.” Link takes his own mug and sits across from the fire.

“Sorry,” she turns her attention back to him. “It still feels new, having a body again. But, yes, I know the path up. I had such a hard time getting Storm up there a hundred years ago it ruined most of my early start.”

Link doesn’t remember much about the incident a hundred years earlier before sliding Darcy to a stop at the foot of the shrine, dismounting before the horse had come to a halt. Zelda spun on him immediately, and expressed her displeasure loudly. Storm grazed, one foot cocked and ignored the entire scene until Zelda angrily grabbed the horse’s reins and dragged him off to find a suitable mounting block.

“How early did you start?”

Zelda smiles. “Well before the sun. I had to tack the horse away from camp so I didn’t wake you, and then I left. And struggled and cursed for the next two hours to get up that path. It has steps! I don’t know why he wouldn’t just go!”

“Steps are not made for horses.”

“Still, it was easier going than a lot of other places where he just went.”

“He followed Darcy. He didn’t want to go alone.”

Zelda makes a small, non committed sound.

“Well, we will go together in the morning. Together.” He makes sure to meet her eyes as he says this, and is rewarded with a smile.

“Together.” She agrees.

They rise with the sun to cross the bridge, enjoying the quiet and the early light. The bridge is in bad shape after a century of neglect, so the ride out is slow. Link hopes to pick the pace up on the other side.

He spots the first skywatcher almost as soon as the horses are off the bridge. Din’s balls.

Zelda lets out a huff as the unwieldy machine flies into view, its red light searching as it travels some prescribed path around a tall column of stone.

“Stay here,” Link makes sure to get her direct attention. “I’ll take care of them.”

“I fought the Calamity, too.” Her voice is perhaps sharper than she intends.

“Yes, but I’ve fought these particular guardians several times.”

Zelda huffs again but doesn’t dismount. Link hops off Epona and pulls out a bow he took off a dead lynel. The bow magically turns a single arrow into three, maximizing his stash of ancient arrows. He nocks an arrow, half draws the bow and runs forward.

His first shot falls short.

The skywatcher has not noticed him yet, so he drops to a squat, calling on Revali to lift him into the air.

Revali is silent. For the first time since he’s earned it, the Gale does not explode around him. Link’s eyes widen, but the fast beepbeepbeep that fills his ears says the guardian has seen him. He bolts, acutely aware that he is a little too far from the column to hide behind it before that targeting light turns…

Everything around him goes white and he tumbles, the grass burning as the guardian’s white-blue light hits him in the middle of his back. The tunic is reinforced with dragon horn and protects him from most of the damage. He gets up and runs to put the column between him and the skywatcher.

With the sight line broken, the guardian hovers in place, searching the ground for him. He takes the moment to climb the column, using all his stamina as he leaps and pulls himself to the top.

He drags himself to the top, panting, and sticky with sweat as the guardian decides he is no longer a worry and begins circling the column again. It flies low enough that it does not see him until he pulls out the bow and launches a triplet of ancient arrows into it.

The machine lights up pink and rises, planting its target in the center of his forehead. Link calmly raises his bow and takes careful aim at the guardian’s eye. The beeping grows faster and he draws a breath before releasing the bowstring.

The bow explodes into pieces as he does, but the arrows already hit their mark and the guardian drops to the ground, leaving a pile of wreckage. Link can see a small ancient core from his vantage point. That’s mine, you bastard.

He steps off the ledge, unsnapping the paraglider to slow his fall, intent on taking his spoils before dealing with the second guardian.

His hand is on the ancient core when the whine of the targeting light starts again. He drops the core and runs back to the column, making it to safety just as a bolt of white-blue light hits the ground behind him.

The Yiga bow only offers a pair of arrows instead of three, but they fly in a straight line instead of an array. He nocks an ancient arrow, draws and takes aim at the agitated skywatcher swinging its search light at the ground. It takes two shots to bring it down.

He steps forward to retrieve his spoils, suddenly tired. Slicing down the pair of chuchus sensing an opportunity is an after thought.

When he gets back to Zelda she is wide eyed and her fingers are tight on her reins. “So you’ve fought them before? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” He puts his foot in a stirrup and swings a leg over Epona’s back.

Why hadn’t Revali’s blessing worked?

He shakes his head. “Let’s go. It’s pretty straightforward from here, and the ground is easy.”

They follow the road at a canter, turning off to follow a barely marked trail that leads up to the small plateau the shrine sits on. The trip is uneventful, even as it takes them past a camp of lizalfos that seems to ignore them. Link clears a few moblins that roam the top, but by mid morning they stand before Tena Ko’sah shrine.

“There it is.” Zelda slides off Caramel and slowly makes her way to the shrine. It had been dead stone the last time they stood on this spot together. Today it is lit up in blue.

They stand together silently. Link has only a memory of a memory of what happened here a hundred years ago; his memory of this place is one of trial by combat, trying to prove that he is worthy of accolades he earned in another life.

Zelda seems oddly on edge, standing a little taller than usual, almost resting on the balls of her feet. She presses her lips together and whispers, “I’m so sorry about what I said to you here.”

Link shakes his head. “You are forgiven, princess- Zelda, Zelda.”

She looks over at him and he smiles at her. She returns it almost immediately, warming him as much as the sunshine.

“You can still get inside, correct?” She asks.

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Rules - part one

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deepestfancloud · 2 years

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The Priest Part 1

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader. Reading from his POV.

Author’s note/ Summery: There are many rules a priest can’t break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot harm the sacred trust his parish has put in him. Rules that seem obvious. Rules that I remember as I knot my cincture. Rules that I vow to live by as I pull on my chasuble and adjust my stole. I’ve always been good at following rules. Until Y/N came. Several months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again. I am a priest and this is my confession.

Warning: Dirty talk in the church. Y/N being a filthy girl and making Father Starkey hard while confessing her sins.

Someone cleared their throat. A woman.

“I, uh. I’ve never done this before.” Her voice was low and beguiling, the aural rendering of moonlight.

“Ah.” I smiled. “A newbie.”

That earned me a small laugh. “Yes, I guess I am. I’ve only ever seen this in the movies. Is this where I say, ‘Forgive me Father, for I have sinned?’”

“Close. First, we make the sign of the cross. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit…” I could hear her echoing the words with me. “Now you tell me how long it’s been since your last confession, which was—”

“Never,” she finished for me.

She sounded young, but not too young. My age, if not a little younger. And her voice carried the accent-less rush of the city, not the leisurely twang I sometimes heard out here. “I, um. I saw the church while I was at the winery across the street. And I wanted to—well, I have some things that are bothering me. I’ve never been particularly religious, but I thought maybe…” She trailed off for a minute and then abruptly inhaled. “This was stupid. I should go.” I heard her stand.

“Stop,” I said and then was shocked at myself. I never gave orders like that. Well, not anymore.

Focus.

She sat, and I could hear her fidgeting with her purse.

“You aren’t stupid,” I said, my voice gentler. “This isn’t a contract. This isn’t you promising to come to Mass every week for the rest of your life. This is a moment that you can be heard. By me…by God…maybe even by yourself. You came in here because you were looking for that moment, and I can give it to you. So please. Stay.”

She took a breath. I waited.

“I never meant to end up at the club,” she finally said, her voice going low. “I thought maybe I’d find a small nonprofit to work at or maybe I’d do something prosaic, like waiting tables. But I heard from a bartender that there was a club hidden somewhere in this city—private, exclusive, discreet. And they were looking for girls. Girls who looked expensive.”

“Girls like you?”

Y/N wasn’t offended. She laughed that throaty laugh, the laugh that kindled a low heat in my belly every time I heard it. “Yes, girls like me. WASP-y girls. The kind that rich people like. And you know what? It was perfect. I got to dance—I hadn’t danced anywhere other than a gala for so long. It was, all told, a fairly classy place. A mandatory $500 coat check. $750 for a table, $1000 for a private dance. No patron-initiated touching. A two-drink maximum. It catered to a very specific clientele, and so I found myself stripping for the same men who would have employed me, married me, donated to my pet charities, in another life. I loved it.”

“You loved it?”

Filthy girl.

The thought came out of nowhere, unbidden but refusing to leave, whispering itself over and over again in my mind. Dirty, filthy girl.

She turned those hazel eyes back to me. “Is that wrong? Is that a sin? No, don’t answer, I don’t really want to know.”

“Why did you like it?” I was asking merely out of a counselor’s curiosity, of course. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Why would I mind? “She adjusted herself, the shorts exposing more of those firm legs. Dancer’s legs. “I liked how it felt. Having men watch me with hooded eyes, wanting me and only me—not my education or my pedigree or my family’s connections. But even more than that, on this raw, primal level, I loved the way the men responded to my body. I loved that I made them hard.”

I loved that I made them hard.

I nearly choked, my mind fracturing into twin minds—one determined to see this meeting through with grace and compassion and the other determined to let her know how hard she made me.

She was oblivious to my internal struggle. “I loved that they would become almost wild with the need to touch me, so wild that they would offer me astounding sums of money to come home with them, to leave the club and become their mistress. But I never accepted. Even though many of them were handsome, even though I wasn’t in a place where I could pretend money was no object. But something about it was antithetical to my very nature, and I couldn’t imagine accepting any of those offers. Isn’t that a ridiculous notion? A stripper insisting on preserving her virtue?”

She didn’t seem to expect an answer and kept going. “The sad thing was that I was actually starved for sex while I was turning down all these offers. I’m sure you know the feeling, Father, like the slightest breeze is enough to send you over the edge, like your skin itself is combustible.”

God, did I know that feeling. I was feeling it right now. I offered her a weak smile, which she returned.

“I was so combustible, Father Starkey. I would get wet watching the men stroking themselves through their custom-tailored trousers. In the private rooms, I’d pull my thong to the side and let them watch as I brought myself off. They liked that, they liked it when I teased myself and rubbed myself and rode my hand until I shuddered and sighed.”

I realized my hands were gripping the arms of the chair very hard now, and I tried to flush out all the images her words were conjuring, but I couldn’t and she continued on, oblivious to my sudden discomfort, innocently secure in the mistaken notion that I was simply an input for information, an output for advice, and not a twenty-eight-year-old man.

“But it wasn’t the same, getting myself off,” she said. “I wanted to be fucked, fucked and used. I wanted to be filled with someone’s dick, I wanted to have fingers in my mouth and in my cunt. In my ass.” She took a breath.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe.

“What’s that sin called? I know it has to be one. Is it just lust…or is it something worse? What kind of prayer should I pray for that one? And what if I don’t feel bad about what I’ve done, the things I wanted to do? Even now, even after what happened last month, I still want it. I still feel lonely, I still want to be fucked. Which is confusing as hell because I have no idea about anything else I want out of my life.”

Despite everything, I still wanted to respond to her last sentence, the ultimate motivation for her being here in this office. I wanted to take her hand and give her soft intimations of wisdom, but fuck, nothing about me was soft right now.

Her words.

Her fucking words.

It had been bad enough listening to her talk about working at that club, but then when she’d described touching herself, coaxing her pussy into orgasm, and I had imagined myself as one of those hungry businessman watching it, offering everything in my wallet just to see that glistening cunt pulse with pleasure. I bet I could see it now if I wanted. I could stand her against the wall and yank down those shorts, kick her legs open so that she would be exposed to me…

There was no earthly way I could last another minute in this meeting.

God must have heard my unspoken prayer because her phone chimed then, a businesslike little tone, and she fished it out of her bag. “I’m so sorry,” she mouthed as she answered the call.

I indicated that it was okay, trying to solve the bigger problem of how to stand up without revealing what her words had done to me.

She ended the call quickly. “I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “Some work stuff has come up and—”

I held up a hand. “Don’t worry about it. I have a parish meeting coming up soon anyway.” That was a lie. The only meeting that was about to happen was between my hand and my dick. But probably not good form to tell a hopeful convert that. (I made a mental note to ask forgiveness for that lie as well as what I was about to do.)

“I, ah, I hope to see you soon though.”

She gave me a gorgeous smile as she stood and grabbed her bag. “Me too. Bye, Father.”

I couldn’t even wait until I was sure she was out of the church. As soon as Y/N left, I got up and locked the door, taking the time only to move over to my desk so I could brace one hand on the surface as I fumbled with my belt.

There wasn’t time to feel guilty or question my motives or for anything remotely resembling thought. I didn’t even pull my slacks down any farther than it took to free my dick, and then I was jacking myself hard and fast, nothing in my mind but release.

I tried to think of someone else—anyone else—other than the woman who had come to me seeking God’s forgiveness and reassurance. But my mind kept wandering back to her, imagining her at the club, but moving for me and only for me, pulling her thong aside to show me the thing I most wanted.

Christ help me.

I felt it building, taut electricity in my pelvis, and I was thrusting into my hand now, wishing I was fucking Y/N —her mouth or her cunt or her ass, I didn’t care—and then I shot all over my desk, pulsing and spurting and imagining that each and every drop of myself was being spilled onto her skin.

My hand stilled and my breathing slowed and reality came crashing back down. Here I was, dick in hand, cum all over my liturgical desk calendar, and a picture of St. Augustine looking at me reproachfully from the wall.

Shit.

Numb, I zipped up my jeans and tore off the top sheet of the calendar and threw it away, the crinkling of the thick paper loud and almost accusatory, and fuck, what the hell had I done?

I sat in the chair and stared at St. Augustine.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what it’s like,” I mumbled. I braced my elbows on the desk and ground the heels of my palms into my eyes.

Y/N was not going to go away. She lived here. She was going to come back, and I had no doubt that we’d only scratched the surface of her “carnal” confessions. And I would have to listen to it without getting aroused like a teenage boy. More than listen, I would have to respond with grace and empathy and compassion when all I would be able to think about was that mouth.

Stars were now dancing behind my eyelids but I didn’t move my hands. I didn’t want to see this office right now or St. Augustine. I didn’t want to see the newly ragged edges of my calendar or my newly filled wastebasket.

I wanted to pray in complete darkness. I wanted nothing in between my thoughts and God, in between this woman and my vocation. I wanted everything but my sin and these starbursts in my eyes stripped away.

I’m sorry, I prayed. I’m so sorry.

I was sorry that I’d betrayed the trust of one of God’s flock. I was sorry that I’d betrayed the holiness of this place and this vocation by lusting after someone seeking solace and guidance. I was sorry that I hadn’t even controlled my desire long enough to step into a cold shower or go for a run or any of the other tricks I’d learned over the past three years to stifle my urges.

Mostly…

Mostly, I’m sorry that I’m not sorry.

Dammit, I wasn’t sorry at all.

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simon-newman · 10 months

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Ok. Let me be brutally honest here for a second (no actually I’m brutally honest almost all the time).

In the wake of the Titan submarine overtaking the news last week I’ve seen people bring up the matter of illegal migrants drowning in an accident off the coast of Greece at least 7 times (not all on Tumblr).

I’ve already commented that what they never mention is that: a) There was a rescue operation as well despite no SOS signal being sent, b) They actually managed to save over 100 of them and it is unclear how many there were in total (at first I heard 500, now media report that rescued people estimate it’s up to 750) c) Those were illegal immigrants and they shouldn’t be there + the only obligation to save them is out of humanitarianism as they were not EU citizens and that was enough.

Why the media doesn’t talk about it?

It does. Maybe not the US media as it’s of little concern for people on the other side of the globe. Plus - the coverage is not nearly as shocking because as I’ve ALSO mentioned this shit is happening for years now.

And I was wrong on one thing. I’ve said this shit’s been happening constantly since 2016. Well. It’s been longer than that and statistics go back to 2014.

So yeah. AT LEAST 9 years of this happening constantly kinda means the media won’t try to paint this as shocking, breathtaking new tragedy.

What I really need to say however.

All those people who are pointing it out now in the wake of the Titan sub failure DIDN’T CARE ABOUT IT FOR 9 FUCKING YEARS!

It really speaks volumes about their values if the only reason to start virtue signal is for something else they don’t like to be talked about.

It’s not out of empathy for those immigrants who died. It’s out of anger at the rich people being talked about.

#Random #Brainrot

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standing-desk · 3 months

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Trying 1200 cals/day this week and really really really trying not to freak the fuck out. I've been doing 550-750/day (metabolism days on sundays) for 5 months now, and my metabolism has definitely slowed down. I've lost 40lbs now, which is good progress, but getting out of the 150s is really hard. The loss has definitely slowed. I used to lose 3lbs a week, easy. This week, I lost 1lb. I get that my weight is lower and therefore I'm in less of a deficit than I was when my BMR was higher, but even now, I'm at a deficit of about 800 calories (eating 750/day). I should still be losing at least a kilo/week. I even had one week in January where I ate 500/day, and I didn't lose a single pound.

I'm just gonna get through this week and see how I feel doing 1200/day. If I feel okay, I'll do another week. I'm gonna try to do high restriction for a month or so to try and shock my body into burning fat again. My BMR is about 1535 (or it should be), so 1200 is still an okay deficit. I don't ilk gain, but I probably won't lose much this month either. We'll see how it goes.

Today I weighed in at 155.2 (exactly one pound down from last Sunday. Ugh.) Next weigh in is this Sunday. Wish me luck🖤

#ed not ed sheeran #ed disorder #tw ana diary #disordered eating thoughts #tw disordered eating #ed not sheeren #ana trigger #thinspø #thin$po #weightless

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justalonelyslytherin · 2 years

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As some of you may have seen, I mentioned some time ago that I reached 300 followers not even a month after reaching the 200 mark. I'm still so shocked by this, even just having one person follow my blog, interact with me and enjoy the content I produce is mindblowing. These silly little stories and pictures actually are liked by other people? Am I dreaming?

As my blog keeps growing at a more rapid pace than I ever anticipated I decided to space the celebrations out more. The next ones will be 500, 750, 1000... (should I even reach those numbers). Not because I'm greedy but because there are so many stories I want to write that I don't have the time to do that and do celebrations (even tho I want to show my gratitude to those who follow me by giving back a little through my celebrations).

There is still one more story I have to post to fulfill and end my 200-follower celebration (it is in the final works and will be posted as quickly as possible!). Still, I wanted to also participate in Flufftober and have my celebration Fall and Halloween themed, so I'm posting this already.

(divider created by the talented @/firefly-graphics)

Celebration is open 01. October - 31. October

Monster Mash-up

Halloween is nearing! My favorite time of the year (besides Christmas). Make my ask box go crawling with monsters! send me in:

monster!character x monster!reader (you choose what monsters, either one of the two can be human too)

& I'll tell you a little about what I think their dynamic would be + what their first meeting would look like?

Have a fun prompt or thought? Add it in too & I'll incorporate it as well

characters: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Andy Barber, Curtis Everett,

monster inspiration: vampire, werewolf, fae, siren/mermaid, witch/wizard, shapeshifter,

Suggest me a character for flufftober prompts:

As I have only limited time I will be only doing a few prompts and they will probably also be posted late (aka not on the actual day). For some prompts I already have a character in mind, but for others not. Send me in the number & the character and if it sparks inspiration I'll add it to the list* characters: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale

Day 1 -Wearing Each Other's clothes ->

Day 2 - "You've told your parents?" ->

Day 8 - Shooting Starts ->

Day 9 - Game Day (Sports) -> Hangman

Day 12 - "You kept this?" -> Ransom (suggested)

Day 13 - Secret Family Recipe - Hangman/Steve Rogers

Day 15 - Accidents don't just happen accidentally -> Hangman

Day 26 - Blankets -> Ari (suggested)

Day 27 - Reunion -> Ari (suggested)

*I'm not guaranteeing I'll add it to the list, but if it sparks inspiration and I have the time I might write it. Also to note, I probably won't write all 12 prompts but these are the ones that sounded inspiring to me

Ally's Recommendations

There have been many reclists going around the last few weeks, many of which I have been tagged along in. The lovely @natrace started the amazing 'stardust reblog challenge' too. I haven't had the time to read myself into it and participate but having a section on my blog to honor and mention talented creators and my favorite works have been a thing I've been planning for some time. What's a better time than to start now? I have been keeping a small list, collecting links and names that I want to honor and it's finally time to start posting them!

Additionally, stay tuned for an additional update for Little Spiderbro and perhaps one or two more special Halloween posts <3

#sly's 300 #tumblr milestone #300 follower celebration

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nickgerlich · 1 year

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Charge Out Of This

It has been a rough week on those for whom change comes slowly. It is exacerbated all the more if the change is against everything you believe to be true (even if it isn’t). Just in the last two days, we have seen people come completely unhinged over a Bud Light beer can. It all started when a special one-off can of Bud Light bearing the face of Dylan Mulvaney, the transgender woman and TikTok star, was delivered to her.

Then Kid Rock entered the chat, trying to regain relevance by—get this—buying a few cases of Bud Light, and then shooting them. I’m sure the folks at AB InBev were quaking in their boots. Oh, the irony of spending money to announce your boycott.  

Oh, and never mind that Bud Light has supported the LGBTQ movement for quite a few years now, and issued its rainbow-themed aluminum bottle in the States for at least the last two years. I guess some folks missed that one, and I am pretty sure that AB InBev couldn’t care less what Kid Rock thinks or anyone else. The bottle will return this year, and a tall boy version—circulated on social media—will be available in Canada.  

But I can only imagine the laughing emojis once social media picks up on the fact that Walmart plans to install EV charging stations at thousands of its stores by 2030. Beer is one thing, but EVs? There are enough other brands available that a boycott of one beer is simple. EVs being foisted upon us, as the naysayers contend, is quite another.

Naturally, the usual red herrings will be offered as evidence for why this will never work. You know. Child labor in the Congo, finite amounts of lithium, fossil fuels used to produce and deliver EVs, how well EVs perform in the cold, etc. Instead, they should be focusing on the real issues, which have always been range anxiety, price, and access to charging stations.  

And it is the latter that Walmart is trying to help solve. Since Walmart’s stores are within 10 miles of 90% of the US population, these plans are huge. Of course, you would still need a Walmart app while traveling to know when you’re nearing one (especially if you really need one!).

I have said before that I am a believer in EVs at least in principle, but not just yet in terms of practicality. I need to be able to drive 750-800 miles in a day (that’s my upper limit now that I have gotten a little older), and I do not want to be fretting about charging stations, how far I can go on a charge, and how long it will take to get that charge. Put simply, I don’t fancy unexpected downtime.

But things are getting better, as evidenced by Walmart’s move, as well as news this week of a forthcoming Dodge Ram EV truck that has a range of 500 miles. Now we’re talking, and if they could put that in a van, we might just have a conversation starter.

While I applaud Walmart’s move, I am still scratching my head a bit, because their target market is among the least likely ever to buy an EV. Unless, of course, they live in California and have no choice. I agree that it is going to take commitments from heavy hitters like Walmart to help usher in the EV revolution, but the folks stopping for a quick charge may very well not be Walmart shoppers.  

Then again, that may also be part of a complex marketing plan, because what else are you going to do while your car is charging? Sit there in the heat or cold? Or come inside to shop? Yeah. That same thinking helps explain why Walmart welcomes RVers to park in the outer reaches of its lots.

I’ll be watching today for my local media to post this news item to their Facebook feed. I’m sure there will be more heads exploding. It’s as predictable as the wind is out here. And as in all cases, to once again intone another of my pithy statements, if you don’t like what you see, just move along.

Now if Walmart could just get customers to return their shopping carts. Ah, but that’s a whole separate issue.

Dr “Fill ‘Er Up“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #Walmart #EVs #charging

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goat-yells-at-everything · 1 year

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So ive started to impose "rent" on myself so I can start budgeting for a real apartment. Ive decided to take 500 from each check (twice a month) an move it to my savings. It'll help me grow that safety net while also make me think about what expenses are most important.

I'm actually incredibly relieved to find out that my last paycheck, for the 2 weeks I barely worked due to the infection, I was still able to take out that 500 and put it in saving and still have something in the checking account.

I'm not 100% sure what my actual rent payments may be, the apartments I've looked at are between 750 and 1000+ but some of them also include utilities so thats a plus.

My plan is to leave illinois behind next October. I want to celebrate my next Halloween in my own place. I intend to keep 90% of my Halloween decor out as general deco because heck you its my apartment! Lol

I can't wait. I'm so ready to take that big step to being an adult and having my own place. Ya, home right now is "my own" but its not, really. Its still my parents house. I just... don't feel any sense of ownership cuse, well, I dont. An apartment will be all mine. I can put up my madoka magica scroll without having to take it down when they come home (they already think I'm a lesbian, don't need to give them more evidence). I can hang things on the wall (command hooks are the best) and finally display some of my figures and things in fun ways. I can decide what my whole living space will look like and screw anyone else's taste.

Most of the places I'm looking at have some nice outdoor space that I can make my own, too, without a whole lot of maintenance. My number 1 pick has a fenced in patio with a small grass space. Enough for Rosie to be able to go and potty but not enough that I'll have to mow for a hour to keep it nice. Since its Florida ill have an almost infinite growing season so ill be able to make my little garden really shine.

I know there will be hard times. Renting is not easy street by any means. Im hoping the places I like has an older population cuse then I won't have to deal with kids screaming at all hours.

Uhg. Now the dog is grumbling so I guess I gotta end my rambling for this morning. Just... needed to vent I guess. ^^;

#goat just rambles

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abishekmuses · 2 months

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240 Day Challenge - Super-Brain Yoga, Writing and Core Workouts

In my previous post, I'd spoken about how I'm a big believer in the daily streak - doing something every day, without fail - building a chain - forming a habit - and then using that momentum to drive lasting change. This is something that I picked up from the hugely popular book, Atomic Habits, by James Clear. I decided to take up this whole idea of doing something for a seemingly trivial amount of time - but every single day - mostly because, I was a recovering addict and overall lazy, waste-man kind of guy who simply lacked the perseverance or mental focus to do anything intense to see results over a short period of time.

The lazy prick that I was, I found the idea that I could get ripped by just showing up at the gym every day and staying there for 5 minutes every day, extremely compelling.

Funnily enough, I started with exercising when I first decided to experiment with the streak thing - however, close to three years since I first started experimenting with microhabits, I still haven't really had a major streak with working out.

I've had a few minor ones - but nothing that lasted more than couple of months. In November I decided to do a 6 month streak of Angamardana but skipped some 3 or 4 days in between in the 3rd month. Then, I injured my back playing badminton and had to skip the better part of 2 weeks. I'm back on Angamardana though and intend to keep it up for 6 more months to make good on the promise. Anyway, like i said earlier, I've been having a difficult time stitching together a nice streak when it comes to exercise - something that I've really intended to work into my life in a big way; My fitness is not something I'm proud of and I've been intent on setting it right for quite a number of years now, albeit unsuccessfully.

Two days ago, almost on a whim, I decided to write a couple of posts on the internet. That gave me an idea - why not write everyday? - use the streak hack to get good at writing. After all, the same principle should hold true right? If I do it everyday and keep doing it no matter what, I should be much better at it after a while - no matter how unlikely it seems. So, I decided to do it! But I was feeling so pumped that day that just writing wasn't enough - I needed to add more stuff.

I pulled out an A4 sheet and made rows and columns. The idea was to colour the boxes green for everyday that I kept the streak alive. The conditions for success that I set up in my manic state were - 1. 1 cycle of Angamardana 2. At least 21 Thoppukaranams (Super Brain Yoga) - for those who don't know, this is a hindu exercise, often performed to the deity Ganesha as a sort of gesture of repentance or apology- i find it funny that it's called super brain yoga actually - apparently, it boosts brain power and increases communication between the brain hemispheres. Here's what it looks like

3. Write at least 750 words of my own or 500 words for work - 4. Work out my core by doing a 1 min plank or a 15 min core workout. These were the conditions I had to fulfill to colour my box in green. Once I was done creating the chart, I did an approximate count of the boxes and it was around 240 - so 240 it was! The idea is to keep up these daily activities for 240 days no matter what. I'm on day 3 and with this post, I've finished all my assigned tasks for the day. I'm going to colour my box green now. This is what my chart looks like by the way.

#STREAK

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threenorth · 7 months

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There's many things I'd want to write,

It's 930pm I don't think I can last till midnight, at around 7am mst, I've taken my pills for sleepy sleep.

But...

Medical, mental health,.. Allergies coming down, and no adhd meds, everything is up in the air.

I see my pychtrist next week, hopefully I can try go back on my adhd meds as it hasn't made a difference to my heart rate being off them, but then my axenity meds might be next, but we're see what who says what, and or if we gonna try an anti depressant.

Oh and my CBT mood journal is starting but it's more just thoughts at the moment to try reckonise some cds? I see my psychologist wends.

And your last nice message was a nice stab in the heart on top of everything else, I'm currently trying to get through having no executive function and no emotional regulation kind of... Right now.

Found this meme and tried not to laugh

So if you want some advice from me, try get those forearm crunches from amazon, there's a few intersting ones made of carbon fiber might be worth it... Back to your video...

It's nice to feel something but I'm not sure what emotion it was, maybe it was angry, maybe it was sadness Maybe it was all three, I really hope as my breathing improves, I assume soon so does my feelings, I don't know exactly what's going on and I'm not really enjoying it.. Especially it's hell on a good day...

I'm due to see a cardiologist, as my doc is still a little worried that walking causes my heart rate to be still quite high, at 120, everyday feels like I ran a marathon as I've hinted at above but then expanded futher details, mom thinks it's an anti axeirty med side effect, doc doesn't know but thinks it could be the constant axeity from high ige. I don't know... It's all a fun game life at the moment...

Still waiting for the asmtha insutie as my last sickness I got given steroids and they have to wait till they are out of my system before measuring my lung capacity and a muckus test.

A breathing specialist in December...

And come February Maybe a trip to Wellington to see the marvel props....but with the cost of living begging to crunch...

(not me or my post) as there's chicken.

I usually spend $200 and that's a week without now gluten free stuff, that has to be Rye and corn free...

But I'm about 2k in the hole, at least I'm on a on a low rate credit card, I also was hoping soon I'll have a bump I gotta try pay down my 16k Intrest free student loan... Or maybe get a six figures and say pay it off before the with 6 month Intrest free overseas period... We're see but at the moment, I miss you like the dopamine of adhd meds, I miss you like my coffee I have to use to get me though the day... As most of my income is going out to my MBA. I'd really like to get that done soon and say fuck off to work... As and About 1k for my phone Intrest free at least it's a good phone should last me another 5 years or so as it's 5g capable.

Oh and I ain't gyming so that extra $100 I'm putting towards my phone so in 10 weeks that's one less bill.... It's about 32 weeks (student loan at 16k, 200 automatically is removed from my pay to pay it, where if I pay an extra 500) that's no enjoyment or invesments hopefully my last one pays off I found two cards worth about $15 us each that's about 25 nzd at the moment, but I'm working on scanning them in but sorting and scanning takes time, as I need some money for some investments and a new computer monitor, and what I assume it's a trip to the mountains when my body can breathe better... At this rate cross your fingers for northen summer but I don't know yet what's happening but I thought I saw you said your coming down here soon enough, that would be fun, I just don't know about soupy, oh speaking of soupy, allergist for injections, another 750 that's gonna have to come out of thin air, I can handle cats without antihistamines but wheat... That's something... , even if it doesn't make me fat Ramona.

I'll try calling you after my last meeting at 330pm, but 930am is my first but I wouldn't know how to swing into telling mom that messaged and decided to call out of the blue in the morning,and if I did how I mute you from the meetings then some how I focus on my presentation as I'm using alot of mental capacity to try do work currently... And it's annoying as hell... Draining mentally... Physically and emotionally.

I haven't even cleaned my room yet because everything takes effort I don't have...

Ehhhh... Welcome to the hot mess I'm your host, some how not dead yet, meee.

I hope you saw the rare ring eclipse... Sounded fun we didn't see anything this side of the world.

Well, I'm off to sleep.

Maybe you'll text me back your Sunday schedule seeing it's your day off your probably heading into get groceries.

I get paid Tuesday might try ask mom when we can get to Costco I need some more frozen vegetables and maybe frozen strawberry for my smoothies,at least it's spring so strawberrys and watermellons are coming in, one fruit I enjoy..

I really gotta open up my flavours but everything either hates me, or I hate it with sensory issues... God living my life is a fun roller-coaster...

Anyway,

Looking forward to the new Scott Pilgram series coming out soon...

I hope you didn't see cam on mafs,(it's on lifetime?and FYI? We're getting off the internet some how... I might have to dip off social media if he says my name as I expect a bunch of crazies to come out. Let's say I'm looking forward to the next episode to here what shit my cousin makes up at his ceremony, so if you want in the in thing for us right now, that's gonna give me laughs for months and months.

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