me: I'm getting a little tired of my perryshmirtz domestic 5+1 fic, I need a break. Hey! this meet cute prompt is so cute <3 maybe I'll write a simple little 500 wordcount treat to give myself a break
me, 3 days later:
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I don't know... everything I do is wrong
I pay off my mom's car loan, I get lectured by my grandma for wasting money
I get rid of my mom's trailer and by a house, I get told what an idiot I am
Never do anything useful with my life, never do anything productive
It's frankly impossible that... well... whatever
I know that I just make everyone around me miserable when I talk like this too, so that's yet another reason it would be far better if I shut up and just took care of this all once and for all
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These are my happy rain boots that I got from the children’s section. Because Lord knows I could use a little extra happiness in the rain, and you never outgrow shiny butterflies.
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i remember this one time my grandma was like "all gay people are so sad" and my mom responded "that's because they're around you."
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sometimes the answer to ur ailments is...to just eat oatmeal 😑
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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god fucking damn it my mum was right. making my bed in the morning does make me feel more in control of my day. it does mean that even if i dont do anything else all day, i still feel at least ive accomplished something small. fuck
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i've started looking at weight and health the way i look at class and income and it really puts a lot of things into a new perspective.
let me explain: in america at least, the lower class have significantly worse health outcomes, even when accounting for other factors. just being poor is enough to make your overall health worse. we don't know that being fat makes your health directly worse, like the data just isn't there, but for a moment, pretend it does.
imagine going to the doctor with a health problem and the doctor looking at your chart and saying well, this problem will be less severe if you go up an income bracket. have you thought about becoming rich? it would really help. start by saving a little money every month.
ridiculous, right?? very few people successfully go from working class to rich, it just doesn't happen on a large scale in society. maybe for a time you pick up some overtime hours, spend a little beyond your means, and appear rich. but eventually you burn out, your car needs to be repaired, and you return to being working class.
we do have this data: only some people can successfully lose large amounts of weight, and only a tiny fraction of people who lose that weight actually keep it off for more than a year. telling people to lose weight for their health is just absurd because they almost certainly can't do it any more than they can double their income for their health.
and yet i see it everywhere. a little poster in my work breakroom tells me to improve my blood pressure by losing weight! a psa on the radio says you need to take care of your heart by losing weight! we can't even conclusively prove that weight is the cause rather than just correlated with a lot of these problems but here it is offered anyway: have you tried being rich?
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Rio is out walking or something and sees Miles and Hobie hanging out and she is shocked bc who is this punk? She watches them for a bit and sees the way they’re acting and is like “omg my son is gay” Later she comes up to him and does the whole “Miles you know you can tell me anything.. right” and he gets freaked out bc he thinks she knows he's spiderman
"I'm sorry Mom I was going to tell you from the start but I just-"
"Miles it's fine, you don't have to apologize-"
"No, I should've told you I was just so scared..."
"Scared? Honey, I would never treat you differently because of this... just, yknow, introduce him and-"
"What? Introduce who?"
"? Your boyfriend?"
"My- I'm sorry WHAT are we talking about right now-"
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