Anxious Chupacabra

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howdy pals!! i’ve been taking some time away from my wip to recover from university work, so i’d like to hear more about yours instead! :-)

💭  tell me the premise of your wip using up to 5 emojis and i will reply with a wildly uneducated guess 

🏞👹🤐🏕♥️🔥

This is a manipulation tactic that men use to make it such a pain in the ass to set a boundary with them that you don’t attempt it again

Say “good idea” and keep it pushing

No but really. When anyone does this to me my response is always “well, if you can’t talk to me without talking about X, then yeah, that’s really the only solution.”

When they get defensive about “our friendship/relationship/etc really means so little to you???” Come back with “Ive always thought our relationship was built on more than whether or not I find X funny, but if it isn’t, then we’re not really compatible.”

It sets the boundary while getting across exactly how ridiculous they’re being.

you steal one girl’s astronomer boyfriend and here comes all her different lives to murder you 🙄 pack it up rose and roxie and rose and the photographer and

this is why I love this joke:

Jesus was fond of telling his followers not to worry about how they’d afford food tomorrow because God would provide. But Jesus told them this while handing out free bread and encouraging them to help people who were in need, making them the outlet through which God would provide for others

My mother was a waitress, we live in an area that has a lot of Christians and people would often stiff her on tips. Instead they’d leave a pamphlet with quotes from Jesus saying not to worry because God would provide

Jesus’ message was never that God would magically put food on people’s tables. God would provide opportunities to help each other, like the boat captains offering to help the dying man. That only works if people actually help each other

When I first heard this joke as a teenager I laughed at the guy who didn’t take the help that was offered to him. As an adult, I think of all the Christian politicians who vote against food stamps and I want to tell them “You were the boat captain but you steered away from the man in need instead of offering him help. Is that really what God wanted you to do?”

hey hellsite

I was there when this whole thing popped off (literally the first to respond to OP) and I still haven’t gotten over it. The entitlement alone. It’s outrageous.

You know what thats awesome! Thats the scream of a man who died like 3000 years ago

MC RIDE???

... is that what started all of this???

the difference between tumblr and twitter is that pretty much everyone on tumblr needs some kind of compassionate intervention in their lives, but at a low background level. Twitter has 99% normies succumbing to internet brainrot and 1% just the most outlandish personalities you’ve ever seen. 

your average tumblr personality is a shaking dog in a Sarah McLachlan appeal, with enough time and care they can be rehabilitated and placed in a loving home. your average big-time twitter account should be sent to a prison colony on the moon

how quickly we forget our past on this site…

Friend I was here for the bone stealing witch. Even as the sun and moon hid their eyes and averted their gaze I saw the witch walk without fear of the laws of God nor man and steal those bones and sell them on etsy. The amputated toe. The breast milk jewelry. A man who against any law of heaven desires to own another human as a pet reblogged my star wars discourse posts. You want to talk about racefaking cannibal mermaids?? Bah! How many kickstarter scams for cartoons that sounded unbearably twee have come and gone? How many stars risen and fallen? I remember when this site had a sizable userbase of meth enthusiast who just posted aesthic shots of their stash and rigs. Where are those crank aficionados now? Gone like so many others. And yet I remain! 

And when I tell you that twitter is worse than any of that you should heed my words!! 

#DO NOT CITE THE DEEP MAGIC TO ME WITCH#I WAS THERE WHEN IT WAS WRITTEN

I had forgotten about the bone witch 😔

workshopping a YA novel where the government divides everyone into social classes based on whether they like cilantro or think it tastes like soap

on their 12th birthday everyone has to try cilantro for the first time in front of the whole community and report back on their opinion so they can be properly categorized and she says “it’s okay i guess” and she gets dragged offstage by the pro-cilantro government militia

groundbreaking concept! how do we shoehorn it into a love triangle

guy from an island where they've never heard of cilantro

May i offer some worldbuilding?

The cilantro division began because of eugenics. Protagonist and co. discover that the cilantro-tastes-like-soap gene is also linked to something the government finds undesirable. Empathy, maybe, or a genetic lean towards non-conformity. And/or the cilantro-tastes-good gene is linked to things like obedience. These links, we discover later, are bullshit, but those in power believe in it so fiercely they’ve based an entire society around it.

The soap class is given every disadvantage and taught they deserve it to prevent them from having the ability to rise up, while the cilantro tastes good folks are taught they are the chosen ones. Cilantro would be considered sacred. Not a god in and of itself, but used in the worship of gods. The soap class is given the “sacred duty” of growing cilantro for those in power.

Also I think the best friend character should be a guy who loves cilantro but pretends it’s terrible so he can stay with his family (who all hate it.)

And as the story goes on we find more and more people are lying about their feelings on cilantro which is something protagonist never considered because her whole family has always loved cilantro, and lots of people in the soap class never considered lying because the propaganda is shoved so deep in their psyche they genuinely believe they deserve their fate to some extent, and people in the tastes good class are actually exposing their children to cilantro early on so that even if they hate it they can get used to it so they can pretend to like it, and families in the tastes good class are regularly ripped apart by a child who thinks it tastes like soap because if I like cilantro and you like cilantro and our child doesn’t like cilantro, then one of us is lying about something.

In the end, we realize the classes were never based on cilantro at all, because of all the manipulation the upper class was doing. It’s always been based on propaganda and convincing one group of people they were worthless to get yourself and your friends ahead.

Why do I keep losing things? Aka Nothing good has ever come from trying to "just not forget"

(I whipped up a quick comic cause I had a joke on my mind, but I'll be doing a whole graphic on coping with memory issues!)

The last panel is based on an incredible video by How to ADHD

The saying out loud thing is legit. It’s the only thing that keeps me from constantly forgetting packages in my mail truck.

bitches see a text and are like ‘ill reply when i have the social and emotional energy for it’ and then forget about it for a week....anyway i’m bitches

There’s something so inherently mystical about swimming to the bottom of a pool to retrieve something. Just gracefully swooping down with a purpose and puttering to the quiet bottom. I mean, yeah, I’m probably retreaving a lost toe ring or one of those soggy water ball things, but damn if I don’t feel like a mermaid princess searching for hidden treasure.

sorry for thinking it's sexy when people's hair starts graying😔 i'm right tho

Big EA Sale running until August 18th

along with ~50 other games. “For select games, you can get an additional 10 percent off using the promo code EASALE.”

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I should honestly just buy the DA games while they’re on sale and stop giving EA 5$ a month.

5am thought but it kills me that the only time Sokka felt able to actually talk about what happened to Yue the only response he got was "That's rough buddy"

That is the only time he was actually willing to discuss it!

When Suki asks him why he's so overprotective he says, under pressure, "I lost someone and I'm scared of it happening again" which, yes, is good and all but he never told her what actually happened!

When they go and see the play she makes a joke about him having made out with the moon and gets mad when he shushes her! Which means she thinks that's something the play got hilariously wrong! Which means she doesn't know!

And in the swamp it's only under pressure that he admits he thought he saw Yue but he then immediately ends the discussion

Which means the one fucking time he willing to talk about the trauma of what happened to Yue it was to Zuko who just said "that's rough buddy"

And you can't even get mad at Zuko about that because what the fuck do you say when your enemy turned friend tells you his first girlfriend turned into the moon!

What the fuck do you say to that?!?

These poor awkward traumatised boys omfg

These poor boys... they’re messed up

Wait but actually I loved Zuko’s response and thought it was perfect and exactly what Sokka needed.

Sokka knows he could talk about it with Aang or Katara at any point, but he also knows that they’ll both talk about how it had to happen/for the best/destiny/balance, all of that big stuff that’s true, but doesn’t make him feel better. Sokka is more practical and earthbound than either of them, so their spiritual affirmations aren’t going to make him feel better. They’ll probably make him feel worse, honestly, by adding guilt on top of his grief.

Zuko saying “that’s rough buddy” is probably the only person in Sokka’s life who is going to just let the situation suck. I always thought that’s why Sokka only opened up to him. He’s not gonna try to find some meaning in it, or try to assuage (read: dismiss) Sokka’s feelings by explaining it had to happen (a thing Sokka already knows). He’s gonna do exactly what he did. “That sucks.”

I’m probably biased because I’m like Sokka in that, being told something had to happen or “everything happens for a reason” at best doesn’t do anything to make me feel better, at worst just ends up making me feel guilty for being upset. Sometimes the answer is just to let it hurt and be sad and angry and upset about it, and Zuko gives Sokka the space to do so in a way I don’t think Katara or Aang could.

(I could actually write a lot more about how that is exactly what Zuko brings to the group for everyone, the opportunity to just let them feel their negative emotions instead of having to let go of them or repress them. Which, I think, is an important part of self care, and one Zuko has to fight to get to himself. This is also why he and Toph didn’t have a field trip on the same level as the others, Toph already lets herself feel the negative shit just as strongly as the positive shit.)

i hate this thing so fucking much

the mug rootbeer dog looks like the racist ex-military uncle at a white family reunion

Wtf I always interpreted him as the old gay grandpa who yeah, is ex military, but he served in the navy which is how he discovered his sexuality.

being a female means needing to see 10 different doctors to get a proper diagnosis because they always think you’re exaggerating and/or lying

define proper diagnosis. I mean, does that just mean the diagnosis you want?

no :) it means going to 10 different doctors who disbelieved your symptoms until the 11th found cysts on your ovaries :) which may mean infertility :) sit on a cactus :)

I call bullshit

Of course you do. Like the first 10 doctors. 😒

I call bullshit on the story. If you think you have an issue you should see a specialist not just your PCP.

Like the 4 “specialists” I saw for the crippling numbness in my face and legs I had for over a year while they told me it was “stress”? When it was finally found that I had scars on my brain and spine? Those “specialists” we’re male neurologist who wouldn’t give me an MRI because “women stress too much”. Go fuck yourself.

MY SPINE WAS BROKEN FOR 2 YEARS BECAUSE MY DOCTORS TOLD ME I JUST HAD BAD CRAMPS AND REFUSED TO TAKE XRAYS. FUCK YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. WHEN WILL BOYS REALIZE THEIR EXPERIENCES ARENT STANDARD???? I ALSO LOVE THIS IDEA THAT YOU CAN JUST GO TO A SPECIALIST WHENEVER YOU WANT LOL IF OUR PCP DOESNT BELIEVE US WHEN WE TELL THEM OUR SYMPTOMS THEY ARENT GONNA REFER US TO A SPECIALIST YOU FUCKING MOLDY WALNUT

My parents began noticing something large in my throat, saw a specialist….Guess what? Told me to lose some weight..even though I wasn’t overweight. I would have my period for weeks at a time. Was told that it was teenage hormones and stress.

Two fucking years later I attempted suicide they ran a battery of tests as required and bam! They find out that I have untreated Hashimoto’s. The “thing” was a goiter. Possible symptoms of an untreated thyroid disease is the goiter, unexplained weight gain, and depression. All they had to do was test my blood, but they said young people don’t have thyroid problems. 😒

-Allie

Ten years ago, my mother—who is a pretty tough cookie—started feeling both ridiculously wired, anxious, and incredibly emotional. Every doctor she saw told her she was going through early menopause, even though she was still menstruating. Her health declined to point where she was barely sleeping, losing weight, and crying constantly, which was a huge red flag because my mother never cries. Finally, she went to see another doctor 2.5 hours away who referred her to an endocrinologist. And what did the endocrinologist say? He diagnosed her with one of the most advanced cases of Grave’s Disease he had even seen, and said if she had gone just a few more months without being treated, she could have FUCKING DIED. 

Also, it turned out that her thyroid levels had been moving out of the normal range in a progressive pattern for years, but nobody bothered to look at her past test results until after the diagnosis. They would just do a test, see that it was “in the normal range” and leave it at that. She could have caught it before she even had symptoms, instead of basically being accused of having hysteria. 

i had a brain aneurysm/hemorrhage ten years ago, doctors still tell me im faking my disability BECAUSE YOU CAN TOTALLY FAKE LIMITED MOVEMENT OF THE LEFT SIDE

My sister had intercranial hypertension which was causing headaches, dizzy spells and loss of vision, and you know what the hospital told her? She was being a hysterical girl and making it up. A few weeks later she spent roughly a month in hospital and had several lumbar punctures to relieve her RECORD HIGH spinal pressure that was causing so much strain on her brain and optic nerves she was being sent blind.

Everytime I see this post (and it’s been a good 5/6 times), it has different stories and experiences of women who have been horribly mistreated by doctors and it just blows my mind that this is so big. It’s absolutely disgusting how terribly women are treated in the medical world and something needs to be done about that.

my friend lea had back pain, then pain in her legs and feet, and then numbness. despite seeing 7 different doctors over 2 years, by the time they found the cancer it was inoperable. chemo and radiation didn’t work. the cancer spread. she died and left behind a 5 year old daughter.

A few years ago I would go through spells where I literally could not stand on my own and I couldn’t get out of bed. I would be freezing and too weak to eat. I would keep having heart palpitations as well. I got up the money to go to a clinic and they told me it was just stress and to basically just work on chilling out. I saved up money for a few weeks to do this and I pretty much get a “chill out” from them. As time went on it got worse, most noticeably the heart palpitations were happening almost constantly. I went again to a different clinic and was told it was normal and that it was probably stress. They did no tests, and they told me it would “just go away”. Two weeks later I ended up collapsing going down some stairs, and at the hospital it was discovered that I had such severe anemia that my heart could barely keep up with trying to get enough oxygen to my body. I had developed left ventricular hypertrophy (my heart muscle is too big) and because of them ignoring me and dismissing me I’m at a much higher risk of heart attacks and stroke now.

I went to the doctor with severe intermittent pain in my upper right stomach area that was so bad I had to miss school. Despite the fact that my period has been on a regular 3 month cycle for years, and I still had two months left until my period, my doctor told me it was period related cramps and or indigestion. 2 months later I’m in the hospital getting my gallbladder removed. It was so obstructed that there was gangrene developing my my system.

So…everyone who’s given me shit for that one post (about medicine and equal treatment and shit) can just read this because I’m sick of defending my case.

i know this post is already long but here’s a pretty good article about how gender bias in medicine is quite literally killing women. it focuses a lot on heart attacks but it applies to all areas of medicine

I had textbook hypothyroidism for over a decade.  I wasn’t tested until I started researching because I thought I was dying because I was sleeping every hour I didn’t have to be awake.  I’d sneak under my desk at work and fall asleep.  I’d go out to my car at lunch and knock out for an hour every day at lunch, year round.  Middle of December, middle of July, I’d shake or sweat, but I’d knock out instantly.  I’d go into the storage room of the company gym and sleep on the gym mats.  I’d feed my cats and then crawl back into bed the moment I got home.  I’d fall asleep while driving.  My body was in constant, aching crippling pain.  It wasn’t until I self-diagnosed and demanded a blood test that I got a doctor to take my symptoms seriously. 

It took 10 years to get my thyroid tested. 

It took two years (which is actually short compared to some other people) to be diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. In the meantime, I was dismissed as having UTIs, period cramps, stress, and an eating disorder. I eventually developed a psoas abscess which impacted my ability to straighten my leg and walk upright. It caused immense pain across my pelvis, my groin, and down my leg.

After 6 weeks of unsuccessful physical therapy, the PT referred me to a rheumatologist. He ordered an MRI which found the abscess, and immediately had me hospitalized. A month later, I had surgery to have part of my small bowel and colon removed where bacteria was leaking into my abdomen (and causing the abscess). The tissue was so inflamed, the pathology was completely ambiguous and my GI could only guess that it was Crohn’s. I finally got a formal diagnosis 4 months after that, when my symptoms returned and I had a colonoscopy.

My disease is generally in remission now, but I still have hip pain and numbness in my thigh from nerve damage. The abscess could have killed me (secondary psoas abscess has an 18% mortality rate), and 13 years later I’m still kind of haunted by that.

I first broke my foot when I was 7, then again when I was 8, 9, 10, 11, I would break my foot pretty much twice a year, just by walking, swimming, or jogging, so much that it became a family joke. My mom took me to every hospital in the state and all of them said I was just clumsy. The same doctor who first dismissed me diagnosed my brother with Ehlers Danlos Syndrom the same day he met him. A good four or five of the doctors refused to take X-Rays, saying I didn’t need them and that I was faking my injuries for attention. When I was 14, seven years after the first injury and after 20 injuries all up and down my legs total, she eventually took me to her friend, a specialist who diagnosed me with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and told me that because the injuries hadn’t been treated the way they should have when it happened, I hadn’t healed properly and would likely never walk properly again. 

We also sought out diagnoses for my gender dysphoria and my PMDD, both of which came years after I first started showing symptoms. My PMDD was dismissed (by MALE doctors) as “teenage hormone problems” “just another whiny girl” and when I was on my period, I couldn’t stand up, walk, move, eat, anything. And my dysphoria? Yeah, that’s just me “being a tomboy” “being dramatic” “internalized misogyny” (they weren’t wrong on that last one, but it was still a problem) I’m finally diagnosed with dysphoria and PMDD after five years. 

In my senior year of high school, I was traveling out of state for a college visit and came down with pneumonia. I was 17 at the time, so I ended up in the emergency room at the Pittsburgh Childrens hospital, which is a actually a wonderful hospital and one of the few medical establishments where I feel like I’ve really been taken seriously. I was diagnosed with walking pneumonia, which is a less severe version.

We drove the 12 hours home, and a few days later went to visit my PCP for a follow up. I was absolutely exausted from the pneumonia, and even walking from the car over exerted my lungs so much that I had trouble breathing, so my mom put me in one of the wheelchairs the doctors office had and wheeled me into the apointment.

The first thing my doctor said was that he didnt understand why I would need a wheelchair, and seemed disbelieving when my mom, who is a very take no shit person and was pretty pissed off, explained that I was literally two sick to walk without passing put of falling down. I tried to explain to him that I felt even worse than I had when I was diagnosed with pneumonia, and how I had developed new symptoms. This MEDICAL DOCTOR told me to drink some water, and take a nap. Mind you at this time, I already had a pneumonia diagnosis.

We went home, and later that night, I started having pain in my lower abdomen. At first I thought it was period cramps, because I always had severe pain do to my endometriosis which was undiagnosed at the time (that’s another story, but it took 7 years), but then the pain got so bad that I threw up, and was on the floor paralyzed in pain. My mom took me to the ER, and they did a cat scan where they discovered that not only did I have full blown pneumonia (NOT walking pnuemonia), but that I had developed an incredibly painful secondary infection called Mesenteric Lymphadonitis, meaning the lymph nodes of my stomach lining were inflamed. Remeber, I had literally seen my doctor earlier the same day, and he told me I just needed to drink some water and sleep.

Okay but y’all pursued for malpractice, right?

I ask because I will forever regret not going after the doctor who for 4 years told me I just needed to lose weight when really I needed to have surgery to put my tendon back together. By the time I managed to get into a specialist (after asking for 4 years) it was too late to fix properly. I still walk with a mild limp and probably will for the rest of my life.