I JUST GOT A NEW CONTRACT AT MY WORK, A FIXED ONE. BASICALLY I CAN'T BE FIRED EVER
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holy fucking shit today is the last fucking day of living through that fuckers fucking government we鈥檝e fucking MADE IT motherfuckers FUCK YEAH
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i logged back into an abandoned account on a different site out of curiosity and seeing messages that were sent to you when you were still a child new to the internet is so surreal...
to anyone reading this, please be careful and mindful of who you speak to online. be careful of what information you tell them. if someone makes a comment that makes you uncomfortable, don't just ignore it or brush it off like it's nothing. block them, report it, do anything that ensures your safety鈥攅specially if you are a minor. stay safe both online and irl. protect yourself.
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hey all uh quick question why the FUCK did no one tell me you HAD TO PAY DIAMONDS AGAIN FOR THE HONEYMOON FLOWER IN ES IF YOU PICK A DIFFERENT HAIR FOR YOUR MC????? i first played it w the curly haired mc and now i'm replaying it and i gave her the blonde hair (don't mind me trying to turn all my mcs into gals, i'm a gal myself and i want gal characters - in general alt characters that aren't goth or punk because they aren't the only two alternative styles that exist please pb get it together the only time i remember a different alt style mentioned is hayden's premium harajuku date scene in pm2 and even then it's still a dark spiky style) and then i got to the wedding episode AND WHEN I TELL YOU THE FEAR WHEN I SAW THE APPARENTLY UNPAID 30 DIAMONDS POP UP??????????? WHAT
also a heads up there is unprompted ranting about michelle in the tags. i love the woman and you'll definitely more than possibly be seeing me simp for her a LOT more.
yes i switch topics every 2 seconds
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i wish I'd written this down sooner so I could remember more of the details, but I'll never forget one of my first queer moments of connection, even though I didn't realize that's what it was until much later
when I was about 14, I changed my name publicly, and I didn't think much of it once I'd told my family. they were my main focus--I was going to a new school the next year, so no one would know or have questions, I wasn't very online, and I didn't know hardly anything about the queer community or anyone immersed in it. my side of things was done, but my parents (with permission) had been using my new name and informing others, like their friends and adults in my life, of the change
not long after I came out, I was helping rehearse for a puppet show at my Baha'i center, and in my area the vast majority of our community was older people, and it'd been a while since I'd seen some of them myself. but the community is small and close, and they'd known me since I was little, and my parents were talking, so word had spread. and at this rehearsal one of the older ladies, I think in her sixties or seventies, came up to me and asked to talk for a moment
I had no idea what she wanted, but in the corner away from everyone else she asked me why I had changed my name. and I got nervous and prepared to defend myself, but she was curious and polite, so I told her. I didn't feel like I fit as a girl, but I didn't feel like a boy either. I was something else. but my birthname felt like it put me in a category I didn't want to be in, so I changed my name to reflect that
I didn't expect her to understand, I thought she'd have questions, but this look of relief crossed her face and she put her hand to her chest, and I can't remember the exact words but I remember their meaning as she leaned in close and her voice got quiet: "you feel like that too? it's not just me?"
her question caught me off guard, and I had no idea what to think as I told her no, she wasn't alone in the feeling. and she confessed to me she'd always felt different but didn't know what her husband would think, didn't know there was anyone else like her who didn't feel like they fit. but that she was so glad to finally know it wasn't just her; she hugged me so tightly, and i think there were tears in her eyes
it was such a brief conversation, and I didn't think much of it at the time, but I nearly cry every time I remember it. I haven't seen her since because she moved, but I can't help imagining what it was like for her, the relief after decades of feeling wrong learning there's someone else out there like you. I don't know if she ever did anything else, if she changed her name or her pronouns (I鈥檓 referring to her same as everyone always has because she never said to do differently) or went looking for others once she knew she wasn't alone. but I'll always be so glad I got to share that with her, that I got to tell her it wasn't just her
the connection and comfort we can find in one other knows no boundaries, and there is no time limit to finding each other
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