#mod broth

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is getting so fucking tired of people using the fact that there's a queer romance in something as a reason you should watch it. like haven't allos had enough of romance? queer or otherwise? I'm not saying queer representation is bad, of course, I'm just fed up with asking what a book is about and in response all I get is "oh it has queer people in it" cool! what is it about? having queer representation is not the be all end all of media can we please have ONE thing without romance in it. please.

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#electroniccollectiondonut #aro culture is #aro #aromantic #actually aro #actually aromantic #ask #mod phoenix #yeah... it's like. this is a bad metaphor but it's all i got right now: #i'm vegetarian. it's not uncommon that if an event is hosted 'with food' that every single main dish contains a fair amount of meat #and most of the side dishes too #maybe the salad has chicken. the soup is a meat broth soup. the main course is steak. i literally cannot tell you how often this happens. #and if you're lucky there's like... bread rolls and butter. sometimes there's the Cheap Salad that's just tossed lettuce #and i promise you from experience: if i ask beforehand i am always told there will be something for me to eat #but like. believe it or not 1) that's not filling 2) it's usually the two poorest quality items on the line 3) i prefer salads as SIDES #i see similar stuff on the occasion i'm told there's any sort of 'rep' for aro folks #it's like... okay but the vast majority of the media is still very romance focused and the elements that aren't are usually... hm #not comparably interesting in how they're executed? #or it's like. kids media. which can be good - but i'd like to be allowed to have content that can be both for an adult audience #and NOT romance

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

June: btw you can use whatever gender seasonings you want. paint your nails, wear breast forms, wear a binder, pack, tuck, dress however you want, whatever. you are adding ingredients to your gender soup.

#homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #june egbert #mod terezi #my gender is soup and i shall be the tastiest broth in town

[naomiknight-17]

Fed the boys and put my handwashing laundry in a bin to soak for 15 minutes

...

That was like 3 hours ago

Fuck

#gonna have like. bra soup #bra broth #that shit's gonna be cleaner than idek what #i better go rinse and hang them holy shit excuse me #being an adult really is just going OH SHIT! MY LAUNDRY! #mod post #chores

[victorluvsalice]

Anyway, Smiler got the latest batch of eggs (one regular, two hatchable -- I just sold the latter as the coop is full anyway), then moved onto Moory, who came out of her shed in rather a state, poor girl! I had Smiler brush her clean, tell her some jokes, then milk her to make her feel better. :) Don’t worry, Moory -- it may have taken me a a good long while to actually get to having a cow, but now that you’re here, I’m determined to give you a good life on the Valicer farm!

With the farm animals taken care of, Smiler went upstairs to chat with Kelly for a moment (gotta make sure the cat has enough attention too!), then FINALLY got into the greenhouse and set up their drone to take a video of them making some Soothing Skin Balm while Victor evolved a bunch of his plants and did the harvesting. It wasn’t a very LONG video -- the drone powered down before it was done -- but it was something! I guess Smiler’s gonna have to update the drone to make sure it gets the whole process. *shrug* Well, I want them to become more handy anyway. . . Once they actually finished their balm, they put it and their drone away before heading into Moory’s shed to clean it (needing a clean themselves afterward), and then finally back up to the room to get the video and start editing it. Gotta get that content out for the masses!

As for Victor and Alice -- Alice finished up her book (hitting Writing 9 in the process!), had some lunch (a BLT), and went to chat with the chickens to make sure they were appropriately socialized, and Victor finished up his gardening, also had some lunch (fruit pie), cleaned up all the dishes around the lot, and Repairioed a bunch of wind turbines. Because, you know, they were almost all broken again. *shakehead* I swear, once you get past the initial “my Sim fails spells a lot and this particular spell causes a fire whenever it fails” stage, this spell is easily one of the most useful in the game if you have a lot of stuff that breaks often! I would highly recommend it and Scruberoo as must-have spells for any spellcaster!

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #yeah I'm getting a lot more hatchable eggs than regular ones lately #I gotta get rid of some of the roosters now that the chicks are growing up #too many roosters spoil the broth and all that :p #and yeah the drone did NOT record for a long time #hell I had a bit of trouble trying to get it to record in the first place #fussy object is fussy #honestly I feel like you should be able to just make these things on the robotics bench #you can already make the quadcopter toy! #maybe you could make that and then upgrade it to have a camera attached to it? #has anyone made a mod like that? #feels like something that should be done #ah well Smiler will just upgrade the one they have #they've got the parts and the skill #and of course Victor can Repairio it if it breaks #seriously SUCH a useful spell #once you get past the fires anyway #that's why you need Scruberoo too #not only does it keep your Sims clean #it also is a better one to practice to get those levels up! #queued

[oni28]

July 2023 Recipe_Tonkotsu Ramen, Spicy Ramen

[Recipe Information]

※ Need Recipe Pack Mod Latest Version (23.07.05 version) ※

Tonkotsu Ramen

1, 4, 8 serve

Category : Meals

Cooking Level_04

Lactose Free. Tonkotsu ramen is a Japanese ramen boiled with noodles and various toppings in the broth that boiled pork bones for a long time.

Required Ingredients for 1 serve : Noodle(1), Wrapped Red Meat(1)

Required Ingredients for 4 serve : Noodle(3), Wrapped Red Meat(2), Any Vegetable(1)

Required Ingredients for 8 serve : Noodle(5), Wrapped Red Meat(2), Any Vegetable(2)

Lots challenge 'Simple Living' Compatible.

Spicy Ramen

1, 4, 8 serve

Category : Meals

Cooking Level_04

Lactose Free.

Required Ingredients for 1 serve : Noodle(1), Wrapped Red Meat(1)

Required Ingredients for 4 serve : Noodle(3), Wrapped Red Meat(2), Chili Powder(1)

Required Ingredients for 8 serve : Noodle(5), Wrapped Red Meat(2), Chili Powder(2)

Lots challenge 'Simple Living' Compatible.

All ingredients are optional

Noodle can be download here.

[Language]

Korean (by_oni)

English (by_oni)

📌T.O.U

-Don’t re-upload

(Latest patch compatible)

👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 Public Released on July 25th, 2023 (KST)

Download (Patreon)

> Tonkotsu Ramen

> Spicy Ramen

#s4 #sims4mm #ts4mm #s4mod #sims4mod #sims4 #s4mm #s4cc #sims4cc #ts4cc #sims4customfood #sims4food #sims4customfoodmod #s4food #s4foodmod #s4customfood #s4customfoodmod #ts4 #ts4mod #ts4food #ts4foodmod #ts4customfood #ts4customfoodmod #심즈4 #심즈4cc

[pansear-doodles]

Hello everyone, in regards to SC invites, multiple people have dm'ed me regarding the slowdown of acceptances. People have waited months to get in only to have no response at all. I will be transparent about this:

1. We have recurring issues with new members being rulebreakers and atmosphere killers. Some people just don't vibe with others and unfortunately if we introduce so many people at once, we'd run at risk of melding the sc community in the wrong way- things we do not want to be normalized such as certain jokes and topics can get normalized leading everyone to get in trouble. There were instances of secret proshippers being accepted into the server, which caused a lot of disturbance. There were instances of those under the age of 15 (being 15+ of age is a requirement in the server for safety reasons) joining the server. There were instances of people who cannot control themselves and frequently pushes uncomfortable topics such as ||sh|| and so on. I cannot understate the horrors that the moderation team has to go through, let alone keeping an eye on the running community as a whole.

2. A solution would be to introduce new mods, but this may only drive even more conflict into the moderation schemes. Too many cooks can ruin the broth. We're not in a hurry for anything and accepting members isn't an urgency, but we completely understand how frustrating it is and how difficult it is in trying to join our subcommunity, in which we are shielding from problematic people. So while yes, the process of vetting is tedious to outsiders, for those involved, please understand that it is stressful enough to look into things in the moderation standpoint. We've been looking into refining a modmail system.

3. One step forward, two steps back. The speed of acceptance is not perpendicular to the speed of receiving; meaning that for every new person we welcome, two new requests show up. This increases the queue thus slowing the process of accepting. And everytime an incident occurs, we have to take breaks from accepting, slowing the process even more.

4. SC is NOT a public server. It's a semi-private server with a majority of the members who know each other. If you are a stranger, you are very likely to not be accepted so easily. If someone within the server knows you, then you are very likely to be accepted because the trust is preexisting by a trusted witness. It is a misconception that the server is solely mine. I helped establish the community. I do not own it. Do NOT refer it as the pansear server. (Pansear servers are properly the emote servers and the updates server)

I really really really wish we can accept new members at a faster rate, but unfortunately people can be unpredictable and I do not want to stress my friends, who are moderators of the server as well. Thank you for understanding.

#rain world #rainworld #rw shipping #shipping

[mumms-the-word]

Forearms

Pairing: Gale x Tav (Dani) Summary: Set immediately after this fic about Dani settling into a new life with her companions on the road, Dani offers to mend Gale's robe. Which involves him having to take it off, naturally. (no smut, just Dani being ridiculous about Gale's forearms) A/N: This is 100% the moment where Dani is like "oh no he's hot." She thinks everyone is hot, but this is the moment where Gale starts to rise above everyone for her. It's silly, it's stupid, and I wrote it like months ago, but y'all asked for it lmao also yes this does adhere to the Gale Wrap Shirt Theory (I just borrowed Astarion's shirt because I don't have mods)

Dani stretched out her back and got to her feet, leaving behind her now-sorted camp supplies to make her way over to Gale and his cooking fire. She peered down into the pot before looking at Gale. “What’s for dinner tonight?”

“Stew,” Gale said, smiling apologetically. “I hesitate to give it any more of a descriptor than that. Oh, and a few leftover loaves of bread, too. Might as well use them up before they go bad. I think one of them was starting to mold…”

He said this last line to himself, turning to rifle through the box that contained most of their food. He pulled out a small, torn half-loaf of bread and examined it, turning it this way and that before tearing it and peering inside. Dani reached over and plucked the smaller half from his fingers, claiming it for herself. She tore off a bit and popped it into her mouth.

“Seems decent to me,” she said.

Gale looked briefly alarmed before shaking his head, amused. “You’d probably eat it even if it had mold on it.”

“Not true. I’d scrape the mold off first and eat around it. Wouldn’t be the first time.” She raised her eyebrows at him as she pulled off another bite of bread to eat, silently challenging him to judge her.

Gale made a face but didn’t respond, turning back to his stew and flicking his wrist. The spectral mage hand that was stirring the pot lifted the ladle for him to inspect. He picked up a small spoon from his utensil set (of course he had a utensil set wrapped in leather, a hodgepodge set he’d collected over the last couple of days, but that he kept packed away like it was some sort of adventurer’s kit) and used the spoon to taste the broth in the ladle.

“Hmm…nearly there, I think,” he said. He let the mage hand go back to stirring while he wiped his spoon on a bit of cloth he had tucked into his belt. “Gods, what I wouldn’t give for my spice shelf. Or just some extra salt.”

“Just add it to the list of things we’ll buy as soon as we see any,” Dani said, still eating her bit of bread piece by little torn piece. “I know I have a running list of my own.”

“Far be it from me to add to your growing shopping list of potentially expensive and ever practical items,” Gale said dryly, “but if you do happen to find a small case of salt, or any spice really, I think we’d all be a little better for it. It shouldn’t detract too much from your funds. I know you’re careful with your money.”

She arched an eyebrow. As the team’s craftiest barterer, she was in possession of most of the money, and her companions had already watched her haggle and cajole until a price was a bit closer to where she’d prefer it to be. Sometimes it took a minute.

She thought about pointing out that she was “careful” with her gold for a variety of reasons, including stocking up an emergency fund for magical items should his arcane hunger trigger and she find herself without something to give him. But she stayed silent, watching him pull a few herbs from their food box and set them on a flat rock he’d taken to using as a cutting board. He sat with the rock in his lap, cutting the herbs up with a dagger that he kept on hand for food preparation. As he turned to hold the rock over the cookpot and brush the chopped herbs into the stew, she noticed a bit of white peeking through his purple robe sleeve, right at the shoulder seam. A tear in the fabric.

“Take off your robe,” she said.

He jolted, nearly dropping the rock and dagger directly into the stew. “I beg your pardon?” Maybe it was the firelight and the darkening shadows of dusk, but Dani could have sworn his face was suddenly pinker than before.

“Your robe,” Dani said, tossing the last bit of bread into her mouth and holding out her hand. “Take it off. You’ve got a tear.”

“Wha—a tear?” Gale looked all down his arms and the front of his robe before twisting his neck to spot the rip in his shoulder. “Argh, damn. This was one of my better robes, too…”

Dani snickered and gestured for him to get on with it. “Come on, hand it over. I’ll fix it for you.”

“What—now?” 

“Why not? You’re busy. Everyone else is busy—well, except Astarion. And I can mend it for you.”

Gale looked a little surprised. “I didn’t know you could mend.”

She shrugged. “My mother is a seamstress and I used to help her out every now and again. Plus, when you’re on the road, you have to keep up with a few skills. You’re just lucky we have a bit of needle and thread on hand. So.” She gestured again with her hand.

Gale squirmed as if uncomfortable. “I’m sure it can wait. The stew is nearly ready and we’re all about to dress down for the night. I can give it to you then.”

Dani rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, Gale. If it was armor Lae’zel would be hounding you until you gave it up for her to fix. If it was your spellbook you’d want to mend it as soon as possible. Just take it off and let me do it.”

“Fine, fine.” He held up his hands, his face still a little flushed, but he acquiesced. He undid the belt around his middle and tugged off his leather bracers before finally untying the robe and shrugging it off. He still looked a little sheepish, but he willingly handed the robe over to her. 

The moment the robe was off, something shifted in Dani’s mind. She realized only then that she’d only ever seen him either fully dressed in his robes or in his velvety lounge clothes, but never in just his white wrap shirt and high-waisted pants. She paused a moment, her eyes roving over his form. In just his shirt, pants, and boots, he cut a trim figure, looking a bit like one of the handsome men drawn on the covers of tawdry romance novels she used to read back in Baldur’s Gate. Especially when he set one hand on his hip and frowned faintly at her, his earring glinting in the firelight.

“I hope it won’t take too long,” he said.

She blinked. Oh right, the robe. “It’s a simple tear, super easy to fix,” she said. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

She turned and hurried away, her own face feeling a little warm. Was she honestly thinking…no. Well—maybe. Gale was handsome. No point in ignoring otherwise. But Gale in just a shirt and trousers? Or, perhaps, Gale in just his trousers…or, going further, Gale in nothing but—

Gods, Dani! She mentally shook herself and sat back down at her bedroll, digging her sewing kit from her bag. Now was not the time. She said she’d mend his robe and she would, so she had better get started.

But mending was mindless work for her, leaving her alone to her thoughts, so of course her mind drifted back to the subject of Gale as she dragged needle and thread through the purple fabric of his robe. Why was she only now struck by how handsome he looked? Sure, she’d flirted with him before, but she flirted harmlessly with everyone in camp. It wasn’t her fault she was surrounded by attractive companions. But Gale…

She glanced surreptitiously at him as he worked by the cooking fire, his focus on the food. He’d rolled up his sleeves to his elbows to keep his cuffs away from the food, which was honestly worse for Dani. Rolled up sleeves and forearms? She could just swoon. She watched as he packed away unused food items and utensils, muscles in his forearms flexing, the dark hair on his arms made darker by the dusk and firelight. He stood back and rested both hands on his hips as he watched the stew, his white shirt stretching a little more tightly across his chest.

She bit her lip and focused back on the robe. Just get it done, girl, and then give it back so you can go back to thinking he’s just a fun, quirky wizard nerd and not the hottest guy in camp.

Oh gods, if only.

...was he the hottest guy in camp? 

She glanced around quickly at Astarion, still lounging with his book. His lips made a pretty pout as he read and his hair was damn near perfect, but he didn’t make Dani’s heart flutter in quite the same way the sight of Gale in his wrap shirt and rolled up sleeves did. She searched for Wyll, walking around in his ragged black tank and black trousers, his biceps glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as he carried the last of the firewood over to Gale. Even with his devil horns, he was an attractive man. Dani was tempted to think he was even hotter than Gale—until Wyll set the fire down near Gale and Dani was forced to compare the two of them again.

…damn. What was it about Gale?

Gale glanced her way, raising his eyebrows at her questioningly when he caught her staring. She felt her heart go ba-dump like some cliche heroine in a romance novel and she quickly lowered her gaze back to her work.

Damn it. It was his eyes wasn’t it? His big, stupid, wet brown eyes, made darker and richer in the evening light. That and those stupid forearms she’d never seen before.

She almost wished she could go back to fifteen minutes ago, when she thought Gale was “handsome enough” but not exactly tempting. Not with Astarion smirking at her from across the campfire and Wyll flirting with all of them, not to mention all the flirting she’d done with Karlach and Shadowheart and Lae’zel too. She forced her attention back on the final stitches, determined to get this robe fixed as soon as possible.

She finished the last stitch and knotted the thread, giving the fabric a little tug on either side of the mended seam to test the strength of her work. Not bad, she had to admit. It almost looked as good as new.

She looked back at Gale and then down at the robe. She should give it back. Right now. Immediately. But…then again…if she kept it longer, he’d have to walk around without it longer. Which meant more eye candy for her, in theory. She pursed her lips, glancing back at Gale again.

No! She had to give it back. Now or never, Dani!

She got to her feet and walked back over to the fire, his purple robe tossed over her arm. He looked up from the cookpot again as she stopped near him.

“All finished?” he asked. “You do quick work.”

“Thanks,” she said, holding out the robe to him. Be casual, Dani girl, don’t be odd. “I’m famished. How much longer until dinnertime?” Success!

“Any moment now, I suspect.” 

He took the robe and examined the seams, running his thumb over the stitches. She was caught up watching his hands, admiring the perfect shape of his nails and how long and slender his fingers were. A pianist’s hands, she thought idly. An artist's hands. The kind of hands she'd want drawing patterns on her skin, fingers curling into her softer parts, sliding up her thighs to—snap out of it!

She sucked a short breath through her nose, trying to distract herself. Her gaze traveled up to his wrists, and then his bared forearms. There was a faint hint of ash lingering in his arm hairs from standing so close to the fire. Without thinking, she reached out and brushed it away. He looked up, surprised and she snatched her hand back, hiding it behind her back like she’d done something wrong.

“Sorry,” she said. “Just some—some ash. You should probably put that robe back on. As soon as possible, probably.”

Oh gods, she could just die.

Gale stared at her a moment before glancing at his arms again and then the robe. She saw something shift in his expression as his eyes came back up to meet hers, but she dared not interpret it. That, she thought, would be a dangerous mind game and her imagination was already working overtime.

“Well,” she said, and hated how weirdly breathless the word came out of her mouth. She cleared her throat. “I’ll go fetch the others, then, shall I?”

Without waiting for him to respond, she turned on her heel and hurried away, intending to go after whoever was the furthest away from the cook fire. Surely she’d cool off in the time it took to gather everyone. Fantasies were for bedtime, not right before dinner when the object of her fancy was right there.

But when she finally returned after all that, he was still standing in his wrap shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He hadn’t even put the robe back on. He laid it off to the side.  She glanced at the robe and then up to Gale, who was ladling stew into bowls and passing them around. He caught her eyes and gave her a faint, intentional smirk meant just for her before turning his attention back to the stew.

That’s when Dani knew, with a rush of realization that struck her a bit like lightning and left her sitting, silent and dazed and a little offended and a little impressed.

She’d been as obvious as day, and now he was teasing her about it. And that smirk? He was being a bit of an arrogant bastard…but gods, he was suddenly all the sexier for it.

She was doomed.

#bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #my fic #my tav #dani #meridan zavrai #gale #gale dekarios #please enjoy this nonsense lol

[disabledunitypunk]

So, I know this blog has been a lot less active as of late, at least from my part (mod Stars).

I'm gonna be honest; I've been incredibly sick. A combination of some kind of issue with gluten/wheat (may be celiac, or nonceliac gluten intolerance, or wheat allergy) with IBD, MCAS, lactose intolerance and sensory issues, had caught me in such a cycle of degranulation, anaphylaxis, intestinal issues, brain fog, chronic fatigue, and POTS and chronic pain flareups, that I was nonfunctional.

On top of that, anxiety over my partners SSI application (recently medically approved by the administrative law judge, that's a win! still waiting on nonmedical approval but it should hopefully just be a rubber stamp process at this point - knock on wood) has really screwed with my levels of executive dysfunction.

And trauma around medical neglect and abuse, plus being so sick, plus executive dysfunction, had led me to temporarily avoid seeking treatment at all. When I say that the very idea of trying to trick yet another doctor's ego into believing they came up with the idea to test me for the conditions I'm already reasonably certain I have, all while making sure I don't seem too smart, too unintelligent, too articulate, too reliant on google, too self-aware, use too many medical terms, and so on... I've not had the ability to advocate for myself anymore.

Luckily, a friend of mine that's all hellfire agreed to help advocate for me at some of my appointments going forward, so I'm going to be finding a new primary care doc and going forward (possibly seeing my old one a few more times if necessary, just to get re-referrals and maybe get a referral to a non-Medicaid allergist that actually knows what MCAS is) with pursuing diagnoses and treatment again.

Until then, however, I'm pretty much limited to about three foods - plain white or wild rice, "zoup" (a zucchini broth with chunks of carrots, daikon, celery, and wild rice), and raisins. I can drink water and cranberry juice. Between my sensory issues and that tiny list, I've been consistently significantly hungry for a week. I'm struggling to sleep and can't get more than four hours of restless sleep in a night the past few nights. I'm menstruating for the first time in five years for G-d knows why. I feel better and less reactive, especially after an ER visit for some IM decadron, but I am constantly exhausted.

Why do I bring all this up?

This is my daily life. I have near zero quality of life because of the ableism of doctors and failures of the medical system. I'm barely keeping myself alive every day, really only with the help of a lot of caretaking from my partner. I haven't been able to get to my doctor to get approved for that friend willing to advocate for me to be paid for basic caretaking duties by Medicaid. I went out on Saturday for the first time in over a month, and I'll be recovering from that for the next week and a half.

There is not a single minute of my life that isn't profoundly affected by my disabilities. Stress causes a cascading reaction through my MCAS, POTS, ME/CFS. Understimulation causes intense stress and even pain. Listening to music while doing nothing, watching videos, and similar "low energy" activities drain so much energy that they trigger my chronic fatigue, and sometimes cause a lesser reverse cascading reaction.

I can't take an ADHD med to help with the symptoms more disabling than the ones threatening literal anaphylaxis and organ failure because I can't get them compounded without an official MCAS diagnosis, and I'd also need a beta blocker compounded as well (which are are often mast cell triggers) for my POTS because the only ADHD meds that work on me are amphetamines.

I can't take vitamin D or B12 despite being incredibly critically low for the same reasons. I've barely found some OTC benadryl and aleve that I halfway tolerate. I might have a UTI and if I do I'm gonna have to convince doctors 20 years behind the medical literature that IM antibiotics are considered safe and effective and are a safer alternative to oral meds for me, if still risking a minor reaction.

On good days, I can make it between the bed and couch a couple times a day, and between the couch and the toilet. On bad days, I have a chamber pot setup in the bedroom because I can't afford diapers. I'm sure my vitamin D deficiency is not helped by never leaving an apartment that barely gets some sunlight two hours a day because it's in the shadow of the other side of the building.

I used to, on bad days, spend most of the day doing mindless tasks or on slightly less bad days, puzzle games, on my phone. Now, I'm lucky if I can do even that much most days. I AM too sick to play video games. 🥲 I can nap, I can sit with my eyes open, I can listen to music until it's too exhausting anymore.

I'm tired, and every day surviving is just a monumental effort. Again, the ableism of doctors and... actually, they're not failures if they're intentional; the abusive medical system, have not left a single minute of my life untouched.

Multiple times, when talking about online discourse, I've been accused of "wanting to be more disabled than I am", "being physically abled", being "crazy", "delusional", "on something", etc, etc, etc. All for daring to say that ideas like body-mind duality, exclusionism within disabled communities, and similar, are deeply harmful and affect far more than insular online discourse.

Doctors love to shove off chronically ill people into "psych cases". Have anxiety, autism, PTSD, schizophrenia, DID, depression, etc, etc on your chart? Yeah, you're never getting that physical diagnosis. This is what perpetuating and encouraging ideas like "all disabilities are physical OR mental", "people with abc type of disability have privilege over people with xyz type of disability", and so on, DOES.

Sanism is used to perpetuate ableism. Ableism is used to perpetuate sanism. Quite frankly, I'm not sure that neurotypical physically disabled people, non-mad neurodivergent physically disabled people, and physically abled neurodivergent/mad (all as self-identified categories) get just how deeply compounded ableism is when you exist at the intersection of physically disabled and neurodivergent (especially if mentally ill or mad). Or perhaps, the disconnect exists along a line of "profoundly disabled" vs "can access abled hegemony to a significant extent". Perhaps it's both. There is likely elements of how visible a disability is, how much its able to be masked, the type/level/spread of support needs, and so on. There's definitely elements of other marginalization; race, ethnicity, fatness, queerness, and so on.

And then there's the subcategories. Cognitively disabled. Traumatized. Chronically ill. Visually impaired/blind. Deaf/hard of hearing. Intellectual disability. Mobility disabilities. Fluctuating vs static disabilities, support needs, masking, and so on.

Sometimes I wonder, would the people who think I'm just an abled faker who doesn't belong for not being able to seperate my neurodivergence from my physical disabilities, my neurological organs from my body, my inabilities from my inabilities, would they find I'm the same as them when they spend a day in my life? Would they find it worse? Would they find it unbearable in a completely different way from their own struggles? Would they maybe even find that while it's not quite as hard as their own struggles in some cases, that it's still wildly hard and the two are far closer to each other on the scale than they think? Would they understand that we are both in the midst of an active, eugenicist genocide, and that we're 50-49 bullet holes staring down the barrel of a loaded gun that is held by our oppressors?

Even now, I'm thinking about how this post might be inaccessible. Is it readable for screen readers? Will the length be too much for way too many people? Is it understandable for people with intelligence and cognitive disabilities? How do I fix those things if it's not. What am I missing? What am I missing? What am I missing?

I'm exhausted, I'm scared, and I'm barely holding on. I'm safe, mental health wise, to be clear, I'm just convinced that the only reason that I'm not in significant danger from my physical chronic illnesses right now is because I've always had a body that was stubborn as all hell and twice as resilient. I'm not dying, not because the illnesses aren't trying, but because my body will endure far beyond normal limits.

I've experienced slow acting anaphylactic reactions without anaphylactic shock about once a month for 1-2 years now, usually only going in after several days and nights of severe symptoms. Like I've mentioned, several of my vitamin levels are so low as to make organ failure a constant threat. None of my illnesses are "terminal" per se, but that doesn't mean they can't be deadly. And more to the point, it doesn't mean they can't destroy me, that they haven't utterly destroyed my quality of life, without killing me.

I mean, I started this blog as an attempt at fostering solidarity. We CANNOT be quibbling over who really "belongs" in various disability spaces, who gets to reclaim what words or whatever, when so many of us are dealing with this shit.

For the area with the lowest cost of living in the country, SSI should be 5 times what it is now. For the highest, up to 20 times. People on disability benefits lose some or all of their payments, insurance, and so on, if they get married, even to another person on benefits. I've never met a disabled person without more doctor horror stories than diagnoses, and we all know diagnoses like to come in clusters. We are being abused, neglected, and killed.

I cannot stress how much, not that this intracommunity discourse "doesn't matter", but that it does at a deeply harmful level. It's just perpetuation of the abuse we face at a lateral level. We're mimicking the government and doctors and general abled society and getting into petty but deeply dangerous inane arguments that are just us carrying out the only way we've been taught to treat disabled people.

Being a disabled activist and advocate means questioning everything you know about ableism. It means prioritizing first and foremost disabled people. And honestly, speaking as someone whose platform here is dedicated to that, that's really fucking hard. It means believing people about their experiences with disability and oppression in a world that teaches us that the vast majority of disabled people are lying privileged fakers.

It means not believing that people know more about what people with a disability they DON'T have face because of their own disabilities. A little confusing, but essentially someone with disability A without disability B who faces oppression X, can't say that someone with disability B DOESN'T face oppression X, just because they face it. It means not calling the very real harm someone has experienced "misdirected", or making their suffering about you or your subcommunity, just because you've experienced the same or similar harm.

It means unlearning reactivity as a group of extremely traumatized people. It means learning to meet people where they're at, and assume "can't" rather than "won't". It means accepting that sometimes not only will someone's disabilities cause conflicting access needs with your own, but that sometimes people's disabilities can actively cause them to do harm, and that they still deserve rights, community, and support if they do. It also means recognizing that the harm that a disability may cause someone to do is going to look VASTLY different than abled expectations of "harmful" disabilities. It means, even and especially when this happens, recentering the perspective not around how the disability affects other people, but around how it affects the person with the disability.

It's all of this and so much more. It's a lot of effort from people with not a lot to give. It's fighting an upstairs battle with no ramp, so to speak.

And I guess I just... I'm at a loss on how to keep that up. Is just focusing on getting myself well enough to participate again, putting my own mask on first, enough? When there is not a single moment of my life untouched by the extremely deep and extremely systemic harm of ableism, is it enough to try and access the care continually gatekept from me at an individual level? Can I even do so, against such intensive pressure?

How do I live this life, and also go on untangles the narratives of "disabling neurodivergence isn't really a real disability and neurodivergent people face almost no real ableism" and "physical conditions are obvious and so get all the care and face no real ableism". How do I fight the concurrent violences of hypervisibility and erasure within the community that only serve to strengthen abled people bludgeoning us with them?

How do I focus on things like organizing, community building, activism, advocacy, dismantling the system, dismantling our reliance on it, and so much more, when I can't even get out of bed?

All I can do is write about it, right now. Sometimes I feel like that's all I've ever been able to do. Everyone I've ever known has acted like some day my "pen" will be a tool of liberation, but I'm at a loss for how. I'm just some horribly sick mad cripple on a dying microblogging platform on the internet. I don't know - not if I'm enough, but if anything ever can be.

And I don't mean to sound hopeless. I know that change can happen. I know that it is, in tiny and sometimes larger ways, every day.

This is kind of a self-centered post, in the most neutral way. This is just my perspective. This is about me, and how I'm so very disabled, and how people assume I'm not (and how wild that is, considering), and how ableism affects me so deeply, and how I don't know how to face it or fight it...

I can only hope that maybe my word resonating with people means something. That maybe, as much as we never want each other to experience what we have to, that it's also a comfort to know we don't experience it alone. That maybe this will serve as a reminder that it's okay to be scared, to feel lost, even hopeless, to struggle; to not know how to fight or where to turn. That maybe this will reach someone who CAN do something, and maybe it'll reach the people who need to NOT do anything other than take care of themselves, and that maybe it will help both of them.

Maybe that's too grandiose, I don't know. I hardly know what my point is here, other than: this is me, crippled and crazy as all hell. This is the violence I face. This is why I started this blog, because we need to stop hearing "you're a lying abled privileged faker trying to take advantage of and take resources from real disabled people who really need it" from abled people, and saying it word for word to each other. Because what abled people mean by "real disabled people" is just a theoretical disabled person. A perfect victim. They don't mean any real disabled person, especially not those who can advocate for themselves. They mean they think every single one of us doesn't need or deserve accommodations, treatment, respect, humanity, or even life.

That's the point, really. We're all we've got. We've gotta fight for each other, not fight each other. And G-d, I know how hypocritical that sounds coming from my ragey, rabid ass. I just... that's all I know to focus on right now. Not necessarily all coming together and holding hands and singing a song about unity, but just... not being ableist to each other. Tolerating each other even if we can't stand each other. Presenting a united, unbroken front to ableist society, and pushing until they don't have any power over us anymore. Doing the work of activism, which is often neither easy nor feel-good.

That's what I'm trying to do here, at least. I try to get a little better at it every day. I try to listen a little more. I try to keep up hope when my body and mind are crashing down around me.

I don't have a mic-drop conclusion to add to this, so just: I'm opening the floor. Anyone who has anything to add, feel free to do so. What you have to say is valuable.

#ableism #sanism #unitypunk #cripplepunk #madpunk #neuropunk

[oneiroy]

5 Character Associations - Ryssrael

tagged by @chadhunkler, ty!

tagging @ahollowgrave @elliewiltarwyn @iron-sparrow @fantasmagoriam @eidingate, and you if you want to do it!

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS

Confident

Joyful

Determined

Enraged

Impulsive

COLORS

Black

Red

Green

White

Brown

SCENTS

Sea breeze

Blood

Metal

Broth

Rain

OBJECTS

Axe

Bandages

The carabiner on one of her belt loops holding all sorts of things (i haven't managed to mod it into the game yet but watch out...)

Handkerchief (from Fornax)

Leather boots

BODY LANGUAGE

Wide and confident stance

Casual touches

Taking up space while sitting

Eye-contact

Clenched fists

AESTHETICS

Limsa Lominsan

Bloody and bruised

Worn tank tops and work pants

Sunrises

Workouts

#ryssrael #tag meme #as always #no pressure to do it :>

[mcyt-yuri-week]

hiyya! i was hoping you could rec me some rarepairs for the rarepair day, i've got a buncha ships lined up i want to post something for but i'm not tuned in enough to the yuri side of the fandom (yet, hoping this event will help) to know which are popular and which are rare. thankie!!

Ah, as the mod I'm an empires/hermitcraft main so that's all that I can offer, though anyone and everyone is free to offer the rarepairs they'd like to see!!

I'll be doing kathpearl [katherine elizabeth and pearlescentmoon] for my own rarepair day, though I also asked some of my friends and we've come up with:

falsestress [falsesymmetry, stressmonster]

kathgem [katherine elizabeth, geminitay]

stresscleo [stressmonster and zombiecleo]

broth [watermunch and soupforeloise]

ladytay [ldshadowlady and geminitay]

my friend has offered gemcleo but in limited life specifically

shadowstress [ldshadowlady and stressmonster]

kathfalse [katherine elizabeth and falsesymmetry]

origins shubble & niki

jaiden, niki, bagi, from the qsmp

tiff & pris from witchcraft smp

Theres so many i didnt realize there would be so many when i asked my friends. um! hope this helps and big thank you ilexdiapason, mosscloakenthusiast and hundredsofsmallbirds for giving me so many rarepairs to give to this anon

(note from mod ilex the ship name "broth" was a joke but if u think its funny feel free to use it over. idk. soupmunch or waterel or whatever)

#[asks]

[sad-space-dad-and-co]

[ 07 / 14 / XX23 ]

Louie here. Due to unforeseen circumstances regarding Olimar’s current drawing obsession, he hasn’t posted today. So, I decided to take the opportunity to share my latest culinary creation: Almond & Tomatillo Bulblax Tongue! For a hearty meal sure to perk up even the grouchiest of grub-dogs, follow these very simple steps. First, you’ll need to gather these ingredients: 0.03 lbs emperor's tongue or 1 dwarf bulborb tongue 1 Pikpik brand carrot 1 celery stalk 1 onion (the real kind) 2 garlic cloves (or flarlic, if you’re feeling particularly homesick) 3 cloves 1 tsp oregano 2 bay leaves 1 tsp peppercorns 4 pasado chiles ¼ cup raisins 4 cups cooked or canned tomatillos 4 green shallots ¼ cup fresh coriander, chopped (opt.) ½ cup white almonds ¼ cup roasted sesame seeds 4 Tbsp lard or olive oil Now, you’ll need to: 1 Put the tongue in a pan of cold water and soak for 15 minutes. Discard the water. 2 Refill with a generous amount of cold water. Bring to a boil and skim. 3 Add carrot, celery, onion, garlic, cloves, oregano, bay leaves and pepper. 4 Reduce heat to medium-low, cover and cook slowly until the tongue is tender when a small knife is inserted (2-3 hours). Turn off the heat and let rest for 2 hours. 5 Place the Pasado chilies and raisins in a bowl and barely cover with warm water. 6 Remove the tongue and discard the rough skin. Strain the broth and set aside. 7 Drain the cooked tomatillos and put in a blender with the drained chilies and raisins. Add shallots, fresh coriander, almonds and ¾ of the sesame seeds. Pour 1 cup of broth and reduce to a creamy sauce. If needed, add more broth to achieve the desirable consistency for coating. Taste and add salt if necessary. Heat a pan on medium. Pour in oil and then the sauce. Cook for 5 minutes. Taste and correct for salt. 8 Cut the tongue into attractive slices then poach in the sauce for 5 minutes to reheat. 9 Place the tongue and sauce in a large dish, garnish using the remaining sesame seeds. Provided you did like I told you, you should now be ready to enjoy to your heart's content. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make sure Olimar hasn't worked himself to expiration. I wonder what goes on in the minds of people who forget to eat... Probably nothing I'd want to see. [Mod note: credit to Spicetrekkers for the human recipe]

#SAD Blog Canon #Answered by Louie #Captain Louie #Louie Pikmin #Pikmin #Ask Blog #recipe #fantasy cooking #SAD Dad Blog

[elwenyere]

Best Laid Plans (Codywan, 566w, Kiss Bingo Fill)

A quick fill for the @codywankissbingo​! I used my free space to write a “kiss for good luck.” Rating is G, no warnings apply, everyone lives and nobody dies. The card is below the cut for the incredible mods. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!!!

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“Okay, Commander,” Obi-Wan said, bending his head over the data that Cody had pulled up on his pad, “walk me through it.”

“I’ve analyzed the most recent schematics,” Cody began, “and you’ll notice the floor plan here is considerably larger than what our troops are used to.”

“Ah yes, and we have a limited window before we’re due back on base,” Obi-Wan concurred.

“Which means these aisles here -” He enlarged them on the map. “- are going to present a potential distraction for some of the younger officers.”

“We have gotten bogged down in that territory before.” Obi-Wan stroked his beard thoughtfully.

“A tough challenge under the time constraints, but not insurmountable. I think if we spread out our forces along these lines -”

“- yes, that’s just what I was thinking. Better to risk redundancy -”

“- than to leave critical ground uncovered,” Cody agreed, tapping quickly on his data pad to distribute the orders to their tactical teams.

“As always, I am never so confident as when I’m in your capable hands, my dear,” Obi-Wan assured him. “Now about the exfil strategy -”

He broke off at the sound of Rex clearing his throat delicately behind them. 

“I, uh, hate to interrupt -” 

“- but ohhhhh my small gods,” Ahsoka finished for him. “Can we just get the groceries already? I’m starving, and we still have to make the whole meal when we get back.”

Obi-Wan looked over, projecting battlefield calm at her just to see her roll her eyes. She was draped over the back of the grocery cart, keeping it steady as Luke pretended to pilot the metal craft from the front basket. She seemed to have left Leia-wrangling to Rex, who was providing what appeared to be a heavily directed bantha-back ride around the displays at the front of the store.

“A well-prepared team is a team that gets to enjoy a delicious sourfry later,” Cody said, his voice betraying no hint of the amusement that Obi-Wan could feel rolling through him in warm waves. “Because no one forgot to buy the bone broth this time.”

“Never going to live that down, am I?” Rex sighed. 

“I’m giving you an opportunity to do better, soldier,” Cody offered, easily dodging the answering shove from Rex, who had been thrown off balance by Leia making a grab for a packet of dried jogan fruit.

“I’m going now!” Ahsoka announced, pushing Luke and the cart determinedly toward the produce section. 

“We have one standard hour,” Obi-Wan called after her. “And don’t forget to be mindful -” 

“- of the lists,” she finished with him. “Yes, I know, Master!”

“We’re going to end up with some highly unsanctioned sweets in that cart,” Obi-Wan reflected to Cody as their teams peeled off to begin canvassing the aisles.

“Well, you know what they say,” Cody observed. “The best laid plans are absolutely no match for us.”

Obi-Wan smiled, and then leaned in to brush a kiss across Cody’s lips, lingering for a moment when Cody wrapped his free hand around Obi-Wan’s waist, pulled him close.

“For good luck?” Cody asked mildly. “Thought you didn’t believe in it.”

Obi-Wan’s first answer was forestalled by a crash over his shoulder, a hastily yelled “sorry!” and what sounded suspiciously like a cascade of ice pops hitting the floor.

“Yes, well, in this particular case,” Obi-Wan replied, dipping in to kiss his partner again, “better take one more for good measure.” 

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#codywan #codywan kiss bingo 2022 #some fluff for your monday if you need that sort of thing #every day i come on here and i fight with the tags #my fics

[nrccookingclubofficial]

how many food crimes have the mods committed?

A lot, me and 🍋 mod were out for lunch at a fondue place for my birthday and we saved apples from the cheese course for the entree course and cook them in our broth, and also dipped pieces of bread into lemonade, today alone

#twisted wonderland #nrc cooking club #unreality #twisted wonderland rp #night raven college #twst nrc #[mod: 🍊] #twst #ooc: we were actually out for my IRL birthday and this really did happen #ooc: something I did to threaten 🍋 mod jokingly was hollowing out a lemon and then candy in the whole peel filling it with lemonade #drinking it like a shot and then eating the entire candyed lemon peel

[oni28]

Zoomers Delivery Plus_22.06.05

Custom Food Delivery Mod

※Need Recipe Pack Mod Latest Version (22.06.05 version)※

**Please delete the previous version and download the latest version**

★ ABOUT THE MOD ★

This Mod is updated every month.

And is not an override file. It can be used with EA 'Zoomers Delivery Service' and is compatible with other delivery mods.

Recipes included in this mod are only available in this mod and cannot be cooked. But you can sell these recipes at the restaurant.

★ HOW TO USE ★

1. Click on the 'Zoomers Delivery Plus' of recipe pack.

2. Choose the delivery store you want.

★ Delivery Store Menu List ★

1. Kokio Fried Chicken Store => Chicken image preview

2. (New Food Delivery Store) Chinese Simsim Delivery

Jjajangmyeon (1 Serve) : Lactose Free. Black bean sauce noodles.

Jjajangmyeon For Vegan (1 Serve) : Vegetarian-safe, Lactose free. Black bean sauce noodles.

Jjambbong (1 Serve) : Lactose Free. Jjamppong is fried with seafood and vegetables, boiled with broth, and eaten with noodles.

Jjajang Fried Rice (1 Serve) : Lactose Free. Egg fried rice with black bean sauce.

Tangsuyug (4 Serve) : Lactose Free. Korean Style Sweet And Sour Pork.

Kkanpunggi (4 Serve) : Lactose Free. Kkanpunggi is spicy garlic fried chicken stir-fried with vegetables and a sweet, sour, spicy sauce.

[Language]

Korean (by_oni)

English (by_oni)

📌T.O.U

-Don’t re-upload

(Latest patch compatible)

👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 Public Released on June 25th, 2022 (KST)

DL(Patreon)

#sims4 #sims4cc #sims4mm #sims4mod #sims4foodmod #sims4customfood #sims4customfoodmod #s4 #s4cc #s4mm #s4mod #s4food #s4foodmod #s4customfood #s4customfoodmod #ts4 #ts4cc #ts4mm #ts4mod #ts4food #ts4foodmod #ts4customfood #ts4customfoodmod #심즈4 #심즈4cc

[ask-winston-byrd]

...would it comfort you, to ask you what ivan was like? to relive happier memories? to ensure he is never forgotten again?

I-I thi-i-ink it-think it migh-ight be,,, y-y-yes,,

We-we-we were always-lways clo-clo-close,,,, He was-was c-caring an-and-and alwa-always made me h-h-happ-happy. Ivan is-is-is proba-probably the onl-only re-re-reason I ha-have this-this j-j-job HA. HA. HA.

He wa- He was an old-old-older mod-del than-than me-e-e, but-but we bo-bo-both got alon-alon-alon-al-ng. He wa-was m-m-my broth-broth-ther,, and my-y frie-ie-iend,,,

-Winston Byrd, Public Relations Representative

#winston answers #Ivan Byrd

[fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency]

stares at him Broth. -🧀 (I will make you suffer mod)

Alright. You can have broth.

#bsd rp blog #bsd fukuzawa #ask