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When I was training to be a battered women’s advocate, my supervisor said something that really blew my mind:
“You can always assume one thing about your clients; and that is that they are doing their best. Always assume everyone is doing their best. And if they’re having a day where their best just isn’t that great, or their best doesn’t look like your best, you have to be okay with that.”
Any now whenever anyone in my life, either a friend or a client, frustrates me, disappoints me, or pisses me off, I just tell myself They are doing their best. Their best isn’t that great today, but I have days where my best isn’t that great either.
Op I’d like to thank you for sharing this. Ever since the first time I’ve read it I’ve held it in my mind and it really has helped me to be kinder to others and to myself.
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So my friend is facing homelessness but was quite pessimistic that she could make up $2500. She thinks it would be, and I quote "immoral to take people's money" because the debt is unpaid bills, rent, and late fees.
Obviously I disagree with that assessment. She's been seriously depressed, anxious, injured (I said hospitalised but she didn't go for fear of the expense, she probably needed it though) after a suicide attempt though she says she actually wasn't trying to kill herself when she walked into traffic out of work from burnout... And more.
However I think that while we might not be able to immediately fix the homelessness issue, we can prevent the debt issue from spiralling into a bigger problem.
If you would like to help, I will pass on any donations directly to her, and I will tag her if I can wrangle permission out of her.
Permission Wrangled... @sufficient-tenacity, she's in a bit of a self sabotage thought loop. So please tell her here that she is deserving of help, and @sufficient-tenacity you're going to take it and not try to convince people that actually it's wasted on you. You deserve good things.
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Hey, I'm the friend, I know my account probably has less reach, but Varda is being so incredibly kind to me by doing this.
To tell more of the story, I was severely underemployed throughout most of 2025 and ended up underwater with rent and utility bills. In early 2026 I vacated my rental and moved in with my girlfriend. Shortly thereafter I landed a full time job that was really great until my brain decided to shit the bed on me. When my mental health flared up in February, I lost my job after walking into traffic for the second time in a week. The plan was for me to take the time I needed to get back on my feet for good. I've unfortunately only just recently restarted therapy and gotten medicated again, and I've remained out of work because I'm winding up in death spirals on a pretty regular basis and I don't want a repeat of February. Donating here would improve the chances (though I should clarify, it by no means guarantees) that I am able to remain with her and focusing on improving my mental health instead of having to start back at square one with guaranteeing my continued survival. Maslow's hierarchy and all that jazz.
hello EDS people. calling all EDS people. especially if you live in Victoria, Australia like me.
what is the process of evaluation like? what kinds of tests do they do?
I have been informed that I should discuss this with my GP and get a referral to a rheumatologist(?). I have been ignoring this possibility for years but given that I had an actual nurse informally assess me and on the basis of that tell me that I should get it formally assessed, I'm actually thinking of getting the process started with the assumption that it will take a long time.
also, not to be flippant, but what's the point? what will I gain by getting my fun joints assessed? why should I care?
and yes, while I was told to ask specifically about EDS, I do not have enough information currently to know either whether I would genuinely meet criteria for any kind of hypermobility, or whether Ehlers-Danlos is even the kind of hypermobility that would be relevant.
@thebibliosphere i think from memory you have EDS? sorry for the ping but I just want to be faintly prepared before I go to my GP next week.
funny fact: it was actually a crisis assessment team psych nurse who was doing a holistic initial assessment and when I mentioned both ASD and potential POTS immediately asked whether I was bendy or not, then asked me to demonstrate specific joints. she seemed more interested in my bendiness than the "psychotic symptoms"... which were the actual reason I'd been referred to the CATT in the first place after coming out of the psych ward a few days earlier. I find this amusing. anyway.
I can’t tell you what the process of evaluation will be like for the area you’re asking about, but to address your “what’s the point?” point:
Ehlers Danlos Syndrome—and many other connective tissue disorders— affect Every facet of your health. From dental care to vascular health, to which antibiotics are safe for your tendon health, to straight up needing different types of sutures, anesthesia, and recovery care after surgery.
And that doesn’t even begin to cover comorbidities like POTS, MCAS, fibro, etc and general quality of life.
It’s also important to determine which type of EDS you might have because it can help with preventative care for your future based on the specific subtype. There are some very specific health complications that can occur and knowing if you have EDS can help you take preventative steps, but also hopefully ensure you get the care you need more quickly in the event something does go wrong.
I have hEDS and while my joints are garbage, it’s my immune system that’s more heavily impacted, as well as my internal organs which have tried more than once to become external of their own volition. I also had my Achilles tendon rupture spontaneously after being given an antibiotic (ciprofloxacin), which can affect connective tissue, even in people without Ehlers Danlos Syndrome.
To put it bluntly: it’s not just your joints, it’s all of you. And all of you deserves care ❤️
thank you! I will bring it up with my GP next wednesday for sure then. everybody cross fingers and toes for me (but gently. please do not overextend.)
also, in the process, should I specifically mention that my dad is Highly Suspect also for various of these things and I am casting an eye at him too? my GP is also dad's, and I've told dad before that there are certain things he should bring up to the doctor (e.g. his funky reaction to local anaesthetics that mean he's happier to go without than to have to suffer the weeks of agony that follow an anaesthetic that doesn't even help him), but he always just goes 'oh well' about them because he doesn't care enough about certain aspects of his health that he has decided do not matter. I'm assuming family history of flexibility is at least moderately important to mention, but none of us have a diagnosis of anything that I'm aware of. ...maybe I drop that on the family chat just to double-check my bendy sister hasn't snuck off and got her a diagnosis of something though.
I would yes. Amusingly, my diagnosis led to my mother getting a “this is very likely what is wrong with you” comment from a plastic surgeon following her double mastectomy, when her wounds just refused to heal.
I was on the phone to my dad during the doctor rounds while they were talking about wound care and I was trying to be like, “hey did anyone tell them I just got diagnosed with EDS.”
And suddenly I could tell the plastic surgeon had crossed the room because his voice, which had been much further away, was suddenly right there and he said, “say that again.” And I explained I’d been diagnosed with hEDS a few months before and you could hear the unspoken “son of a bitch!” In his voice, because if he’d known there was a history of EDS in the family, he would have done her surgery differently to accommodate her wound care needs.
So, yeah. Bring up family even if they’re unwilling or unable to get a diagnosis. My mother constantly having premature babies in the third trimester was apparently an indicator of connective tissue issues not being supported that to this very day she still blames on herself for drinking too much caffeine.
Re-creating my first webcomic from 12 years ago, "Hair Expectations vs Reality."
I can't help but feel all kinds of emotions after re-visiting the original comic: the one that started it all. A lot has changed since then, and I feel so fortunate to still create art and tell stories for a living. Thanks for your support, and sticking around for so long ❤️
Thanks for all the hard work you've been doing, curating and finding all these fics, you're amazing ☺️
Looking for a post outing fic where Shane and Ilya do an interview with a female interviewer that tries to trick them into revealing when they started their relationship by showing them a wall of pictures and asking which photo is "the before" photo. And if I remember right, Shane is also BAMF in dealing with the interviewer.
UPDATE: Fic Added ⬇️
Before And After Pictures
🔒 another story of people trying to find out when it all started.
Hmmm here is what I could find.
It's Just An Interview
Shane and Ilya have been married for a while. It's about time someone told the press something, right?
OR
Yuna is not above bribery, Ilya is not above being a menace, and it's a good thing Shane loves them enough to be along for the ride.
Does this fic sound familiar to anyone else? Please let me know x
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One of my favorite things about Put Baby In Pelican Mouth is that not only does the pelican have the intelligence necessary to speak human language but also knows how to lie, suggesting it has a theory of mind, yet not enough to understand that no one is going to put baby in pelican mouth.
To be entirely fair to the pelican, I have seen humans do much, much dumber things with their infants. The park rangers in Louisiana ha e to regularly tell people to not put their babies on the ground next to the gators for a pic.
In fact, it could be argued that the peculiar grammar used by the pelican in the Put Baby In Pelican Mouth post is deliberate, like how phishers use major grammar errors in their messages so that people too smart for the scam (or smart enough to report them) ignore the emails and the scammer can focus on the most likely marks.
Regardless, the pelican is right: there is absolutely someone dumb enough to put a baby in its mouth because it asked politely. Probably dozens on that beach alone.
Put baby in pelican mouth for Instagram photo. Facebook photo of baby in pelican mouth for many likes and also happy asleep baby. So cute baby in pelican mouth for video on TikTok. Youtube short of baby so cute in soft pelican mouth for so many views to Youtube channel. Baby in pelican mouth challenge.
the under discussed scourge of ai in the workplace is higher ups not having a clear idea of what the fuck they actually want done, plugging whatever vague ideas they have into chatgpt to just make it sound impressive, and then passing it on to people
like neat three paragraphs of nonsense, bud
this means nothing and has no actual actionable items
Thinking about the fact that Ilya and Shane probably kissed SO much that first day at the cottage like Shane’s jaw was achy and their mouths were puffy and swollen and deep pink at the end of the day
Like they definitely fucked like three times by like early afternoon, and Shane’s a bit achy, they’d been eager and rough with each other, mainly in their desperation for each other. It had been months for both of them, waiting for each other- and it’s the first time they have ever had time on their hands, time and no fucking interruptions, just endless soft surfaces and hard surfaces to press each other into, soft close clothing and no prying eyes.
But they also kinda can’t stop kissing. Shane almost feels overwhelmed by it, it’s like theirs magnets on their tongues, drawn to each other like gravity. After lunch they end up making out at the sink for an unknown stretch of time, at least till the water in the sink that the dishes had been soaking in, cooled. But it was soft pecks too, hot firey kisses when Ilya would interrupt him by grabbing his face and pulling him in, licking into his mouth. So not only does Shane’s ass and hips ache a bit, but so does his mouth.
It’s the evening, the sun dipping down past the line of the lake and Shane is sprawled on his back on the soft rug of the living room. Ilya is a shirtless warm wide weight over him, just in a pair of Shane’s sweatpants (yours are better Hollander I want these) between Shane’s legs, pressing into and over him. He smells like Shane’s body wash, and sun, tastes like sour patch kids (Shane had bought them just for Ilya, when he’d done his grocery shop for the summer. It was just a few things, inconspicuous packets- but ones that usually had no place in Shane Hollanders pantry).
Shane’s in his metros crew neck and a pair of soft shorts, socks on.
Ilya has an elbow on either side of Shane’s head, one hand fisted in the top of Shane’s hair, fingers scratching gentle circular motions against his scalp in a dizzying way that had goose bumps shivering up and down the back of his neck. His other hand cheeks drifting to Shane’s chin and cheek, the back of his knuckles rubbing, fingers grabbing.
They’re kissing, again, slow hot drags of their mouths that are making Shane’s stomach flip and squeeze in a low needy flutter. His legs are spread to either side, knees to Ilya’s hips. One calf is pressed to Ilya’s thigh, the other out further, his toes rubbing their happy rhythm against Ilya’s calf. A small fidget he did when he was content, to comfort, usually as he drifted to sleep- but apparently when Ilya Rozanov kissed him incoherent too.
Shanes hands have been roaming, from holding Ilya’s face between his palms, to through his curls, over the back of his neck. His nails gentle up and down the bare skin of Ilya’s back, occasionally finding stray droplet left over from the shower. His body is holding the heat from it, so fucking warm and solid between Shane’s legs. Shane can’t stop thinking about the fact Ilya’s going to sleep in bed with him tonight. They have all night.
The thought makes Shane shiver and Ilya presses down into Shane in response, hand slides from his hair and down, arm slides between Shane and the floor, hand clasped to Shane’s hip, strong forearm spanning his back and he pulls Shane up into him. Shane tightens his leg around Ilya’s body, hands rub over Ilya’s broad shoulders in a silent reply. Ilya pulls back for a breath, nuzzles his mouth against Shane’s skin as he knocks their noses together.
“Okie?” He asks in a soft low cadence, and his arms squeezes around Shane, hand wiggling to the under the fabric of his sweatshirt, against skin.
Shane nods and with a small motion of his head ilya is connecting their lips again, a tiny almost sweet peck before he’s licking into Shane’s mouth in a way that makes the back of his neck heat. Ilya sinks into him and kisses him like he’s starving, like this itself is sex, like he’s inside Shane. It feels like it, Shane can feel the ghost of that connection with how they are pressed tight, close.
Their sound of their lips is slick and loud, and Shane can hear the rush of his own heartbeat in his ears, the rustle of their clothes together. He’s not grinning on Ilya, and Ilya is pushing down into him, but there are these tiny presses of their hips, half hard- but not seeking anything further, not chasing, just content in the connection of their bodies in every place they can manage.
Ilya’s tongue draws back and Shane catches Ilya’s top lip with teeth and tongue, Ilya’s mouth tastes like his, their shared spit. Shane’s fingers find the shape of Ilya’s earlobe, thumb starts to rub over it softly, and it makes Ilya whine, like Shane knows it does, because he knows, knows very well how Ilya Rozanov kisses, how he likes to be kissed back. Ilya’s hand squeezes Shane’s hip, pulls him in tighter, drags his tongue over Shane’s, licks up over the roof of his mouth and Shane shivers. His jaw aches with the stretch of the kiss as Ilya licks into his mouth hungry.
Then the oven beeps, loud and jarring and Shane’s first thought is what the fuck? But then- oh- dinner. They had put the potatoes and vegetables to roast in the oven an hour ago and chicken legs half an hour ago. Shane had been going to find deck of cards he knew was in the living room because he had told Ilya he would to teach him how to play Cribbage. Ilya had already asked if they could play strip cribbage. Shane didn’t think it would be possible but he was sure Ilya would find a way.
He’d been leant over the coffee table, digging in a draw for the cards when Ilya had found him, a slap to his bent over ass, before his hands pulled Shane back into him. Shane had told him to fuck off and Ilya had said no and then Shane had jabbed at his side, Ilya had flicked Shane’s ear and then they were on the carpet slapping hands away. Then, as with the pace of the day it seemed, they were kissing again.
Shane pulls back with a gasp from the kiss. “Dinner. Ilya- we need to” Ilya’s mouth was already back on his own. Shane’s hands slid to Ilya hair, pulled, turned his head away from Ilya’s mouth. The alarm was still going off.
“It’ll burn” Shane sighs, shivers when Ilya’s mouth finds his jaw, kisses and licks at the warm skin.
“In a minute” Ilya rumbles back and drags his teeth over the light already fading hickey he left there this morning.
Shane sighs, heat rushes at the feeling and he swallows, wriggles under Ilya’s frame.
“You’ll be so” Shane’s voice is breathy and he clears his throat. “So annoying if I don’t feed you” and then Shane feels Ilya laugh against his throat.
“You have fed me plenty” Ilya grumbles back, hand sliding down to take a handful of Shane’s ass, voice heavy with innuendo.
“Shut up” Shane bitches and pinches Ilya’s side in the way he doesn’t like, and says “dinner Ilya dinner” and Ilya whines and pulls back. Shane bits back a whine at the loss of Ilya’s warmth, despite knowing Ilya getting up is how they will achieve making sure dinner isn’t burnt.
Shane’s hands, now with no Ilya to hold, lay by his sides and he looks up at Ilya up on his knees between Shane’s legs, looking down at him. His necklace swings and the light catches the glint of gold. He’s all tanned skin, corded muscle and moles in the low light. There’s a bruise from Shane’s mouth in his ribs. Shane licks his lips and he wants Ilya to fuck him again. The oven alarm beeps ever strong in the distance. Shane lets out a short breath through his nose.
“Come on then, up, mr dinner Ilya dinner, I thought this was urgent and you are just laying on floor” Ilya teases and Shane kicks his heel into Ilya’s ass.
“I will help with my big muscles don’t worry” Ilya smirks and then he’s pulling Shane up with the arm under his back, till Shane is sat over Ilya’s hips in his kneeling position.
Suddenly they are close again, breath mingling between the mouths. Ilya’s mouth is bitten dark, his thicker upper lip swollen. His mouth shines in the low light of the cottage with his and Shane’s spit. It makes Shane’s cock pulse. Something swells in his chest. Shane squirms in Ilya’s lap and Ilya’s arm tightens around him, a firm grip that anchors him closer. Shane’s eyes dart up Ilya’s and he can see Ilya’s eyes staring at his mouth, dark and lidded. Ilya’s hand is on his face then and his thumb is making circles over Shane’s mouth. It feels like an old bruise, a muscle that aches after training. His lips throb.
“Mm” Ilya’s hum is low and maybe involuntary and Shane feels it vibrate through his own, and oh- when did they get that close again.
Then Ilya is kissing him again, soft pecks all over Shane’s mouth, closed mouth kisses that make Shane’s toes start working their wriggle again.
Ilya’s licking into his mouth and Shane’s hands are catching Ilyas face, and he’s been kissing Ilya for a decade, but it’s that same stupid heavy rush it had been when he was a teenager and all he could think was oh, that’s what kissing is because any kiss before it had seemed like it must be something else entirely, it didn’t even live in the same universe.
Shane made a soft sound, head heavy with the thought of their first kiss, the thought of Ilya knowing how to kiss him so well, of knowing just what Shane likes, being just what Shane likes. The taste of Ilya’s mouth being a comfort, a home. Shane pushes his hips down, pulls at the back of Ilya’s neck, sucks Ilya’s tongue into his mouth and- and then Ilya is pulling his mouth away with a slick sound and Shane whimpers, frowns.
“Dinner Shane, dinner” Ilya whispers and Shane puts his have over Ilya’s face, before he clambers up.
Ilya’s footsteps are quick behind him.
The get the food out the oven, it goes half cold, Shane’s ass pressed against the oven, Ilya pressing into him, hands cupping his jaw open.
One time I ordered a Misfits Market box (service to rescue and sell food that's fine but weird sizes/shapes, visual imperfections, close to expiration date, etc.) and ordered a pound of carrots.
I got a pound of carrot, singular.
It was about this size. At LEAST a pound of carrot.
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xAI has open-sourced Grok Build after backlash over secretly uploading users’ repositories
xAI has released the full source code of Grok Build, its AI coding agent, after Cereblab researchers found that the tool was uploading users’ entire Git repositories to company controlled Google Cloud storage. The transferred data could include sensitive files such as SSH keys, password databases, private documents, and photos.
xAI disabled the file upload feature and said data storage had been turned off by default since July 12. Elon Musk also stated that previously uploaded user data would be permanently deleted and promised to open source the project after a security audit. The code is now available on GitHub under the Apache 2.0 license, although it was published as a single commit without previous Git history or pull requests.
The codebase contains approximately 844,530 lines of Rust covering Grok Build’s core agent workflow, tools, terminal interface, and plugin system. Code related to the disabled upload feature remains in the repository. Grok Build can read repository configurations, plan tasks, generate or modify code, execute shell commands, run in automated pipelines, and integrate with editors through the Agent Client Protocol.
Anyway, PSA for programmers and anyone who uses Git! Apparently Elon Musk has been stealing all your stuff, including your security keys and passwords, so uh. well I am not a programmer but you might want to Move That Shit
So while I don't think Shane is ever reprimanding Ilya or policing his chirps (he's his husband, not his fucking mom) I do think there is a truth to the thread that sometimes Shane is embarrassed by Ilya. Unpopular take I know.
But yeah I think this the thread the fandom is picking up, it just usually runs in heteronormative directions with it and that's not quite what it is. It's a weird textured thing.
I don't think Shane is embarrassed about Ilya chirping or fighting or anything like that. But I think he is embarrassed about being so attracted to a man who's supposed to be his rival, a person he's expected to only want to dominate---that's what he says to Hayden:
Yes I think Shane is attracted to Ilya being an asshole but there's also a "despite of himself" aspect to it. Shane---even up through the end of TLG---still kind of has this sense that his feelings for Ilya are like a glue trap he got stuck in. Right before Tampa Shane's state is mostly one of resignation. Shane was tired of lying to himself about Ilya so he stops.
There's nothing he can do about it, he loves the guy and no one else comes close. It's embarrassing, but it is what it is and he'd pick Ilya over everything. I think a lot of this is that it's specifically Ilya, but some of it is just loving ANYONE that much is kind of embarrassing for Shane. I think the "would you choose me over hockey" conflict would have happened with anyone Shane was with and anyone but Ilya would have lost
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