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itâs awesome how we have unlimited chances to become a better version of ourselves
(Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird)
This could be a fun children's book
Red supergiant meets white dwarf star
One of my controversial takes is that I kind of hate the term "rejection sensitive dysphoria" wrt adhd because it's so clearly the same thing as being anxious and insecure in relationships w trauma based disorders but people talk about it like it's just an intrinsic part of your brain that you're simply Too Sensitive & not, like, a consequence of every neurodivergent person alive being bullied as a child. Like that thing of how there aren't any non-traumatized autistic people to study
Like if you have Struggles Socially Disorder you're going to be disliked by most of your peers growing up & you'll be affected by this. Maybe you'll get nervous about people not liking you. & then people will try and tell you your problem is that you have Sensitive Bitch Disorder because you're paranoid

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Thinking about what the meaning of "You believe in God?" "It's better than the alternative" becomes when specifically Eva Stratt says it. Better than the alternative, which is that there is no power in all of this that is higher than me
...might've discovered a new genre to lose my mind about, hold please
ok so I did some further diving and this isn't so much a new genre as it's just a fairly niche one â č§ĺćŞč° rules horror, i.e. a horror story told through increasingly bizarre and disturbing rules
I initially came across the online short story ăĺ¨çŠĺč§ĺćŞč°ă, which comes out to something like "Strange Tales of the Zoo Rules." it opens with 15 rules for visitors to follow while visiting the city zoo, beginning innocuously but swiftly veering into inexplicable strangeness:
Rule #1: There are absolutely no problems with the security measures in this zoo. There is no possibility of animals escaping, particularly small herbivores, most of which are kept in closed environments. If you see a rabbit escaping on the roadside, please take your children away and report it to the staff immediately. Do not approach the rabbit or touch it, particularly if the rabbit notices you and begins to approach at high speeds. [...] Rule #6: There is no aquarium in this zoo. If a staff member sells you a ticket to the aquarium, refuse them. Rule #7: If you have already seen the aquarium, please leave immediately and call the phone number marked on the map.
okay! looks like folks are pretty into the concept of rules horror!
for those of you remarking on its overlap with SCP and creepypasta, you're completely right â I didn't do as in-depth of a dive on this genre as I did with unlimited flow, but the various articles that I was looking through noted that recent iterations of rules horror (specifically the ones inspired by ăĺ¨çŠĺč§ĺćŞč°ă, which went viral at the tail end of 2021) owe a great deal to the genre/concepts of SCP
for folks interested in the short story ăĺ¨çŠĺč§ĺćŞč°ă "Strange Tales of the Zoo Rules," I pulled the text from here and edited an MTL of the text under the cut:
Someone needs to invent a solution to this "being hungry" thing
Have you tried eating?
unrealistic and utopian. we need a solution for today, and now
Andor I 2.06 What a Festive Evening
The Odyssey but Penelope has been slowly killing off suitors one by one via poisoning and staged accidents >>>
âAnd then, upon announcing to me that he could no longer stand to live with his love unrequited, hurled himself into the sea⌠that was the last thing he said to me, the last person to see him before his death... I was helplessly unable to stop this tragedyâŚâ
âYou pushed him off a cliff, my lady?â
âYes I pushed him off a cliffâ
Odysseus: so how many suitors are we dealing with?
Telemachus: well there were 108 at the start but theyâve been reduced to 74
Odysseus: oh some of them left? We are still outnumbered
Eurymeus: actually itâs now only 43. Penelope took out a lot more while you were gone Telemachus
Odysseus: Penelope has been killing them?
Eurymaus: well there has been a lot of⌠suspicious accidents
Telemachus: My favourite was the guy who fell down three flights of stairs and got impaled on two swords in the process

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Was talking to a coworker today who explained that her grandfather was like Snow White âbut Californian. And an old man.â in that the creatures of the forest would follow him around and presumably duet with him.
âWhen he died the ravens sat in the trees outside for a week, watching. Taking turns. A horde of raccoons tried to break into the house every night, tearing at the siding. Eventually they gave up, but it was unsettling.â
âAww. They were checking on him!â I said, like a normal person. Internally, I thought âMaybe you could do the thing you do with dead pets, where you show them to the living pets so the living pet understands theyâre gone. But I guess if you did that to a bunch of scavenging species, theyâd be like âWell, thatâs very sad but he IS food now.â So what youâd need, for human sensibilities, is some sort of transparent corpse barrier. Like a see-through coffin oh thatâs what the dwarves were doing! Youâve stopped paying attention to this conversation about the loss of a beloved family member you gotta phase back in.â
i was watching the karaoke scene again last night and genuinely like it fucks me up
bc in no way can be read that she was always gonna send grace on the hail mary, or that she suspected or knew she was going to have to send him.
when she sings, it is absolutely to him, but it's to reassure him that she knows she's going away but that she's coming back. she's telling him to hang in there, that it's going to be hard but that she believes in him and that she will come back when the time is right and they'll meet again somewhere far away from here.
that's the captain of the ship telling her first mate "youre gonna have to run things when im gone but its okay bc i believe in you and youre gonna do fine. I'll be back soon."
she KNOWS she's a scapegoat. she's been planning for her arrest and eventual escape the whole time on the backburner.
and then the disaster happens and she has to send her second in command, her friend, to his death or they all die.
and suddenly there is no more "we'll meet again someday" bc she's never gonna see him again. even if everything goes to plan and she escapes and the beetles arrive with a solution-- she loses grace forever.
if that doesnt just fucking gut you, if youre too busy being mad at her for killing grace to appreciate the fucking tragedy that is their relationship, you are missing out on some prime angst.
THE WITCHER 2.04 Redanian Intelligence
Learning how to manage my adhd symptoms without relying on anxiety has been so difficult even with medication actually but I think Iâve figured out that like. Youâve gotta let yourself be slow sometimes. Sprinting isnât really a sustainable way to go through life.
Itâs easier to start earlier on something when you give yourself permission to not finish it all at once and to let yourself do things in the order that makes sense for you.
Combining adhd with anxiety and a societal desire for efficiency can make you put things off because you donât wanna do that all at once but you also wanna get it done Right Now
But itâs like. Let yourself work for 20 minutes and then take a nap and a little walk and then return to it after dinner. A little bit of slow living is fine, actually. You wonât die if you donât finish the whole thing in one sitting.
Living with adhd doesnât mean making yourself more like people without adhd. It means working with yourself. Letting yourself shake your hands and vibrate your knee. Looking out the window with your coffee and breathing slowly even when you have work to do. Working in the middle of the night. Putting things where youâll remember them and not where itâs most âlogicalâ to put them. Getting in both your overstimulation listening to ten pieces of media at once time and your blankly staring at the wall time. Learning how to account for your bad memory and planning ahead for it.
You canât brute force your way into being neurotypical. You canât run in a river. Itâs never gonna happen. Neurotypicals are running on a gravel road. Youâre not. You never will be. You canât run. You can however build a boat and not listen to the little voice in your head that says you should be running.
I used to think that too. However it turned out that what was stopping me from coming back to it later was the stress. The evil wall that stopped me from coming back to the thing turned out to be made of stress and societal expectations. Allowing yourself time to rest and get other things done can make it easier to do things in small pieces.
And I mean actual rest. Not putting it off while stressing out the entire time about how youâre not doing it. Which is hard to achieve. I know from experience. It is possible though. You need to learn how to work with yourself and actually rest. Not sit there stressing about how much youâre not doing.
Guess who started rewatching spn in the big â26

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daily affirmations:
clocks don't mean anything
time doesn't exist
calendars are fake
time isn't real it can't hurt me
"""daily""" affirmations?... sounds a lot like a time believer to me
you know what. you got me there. I don't have a comeback for this I think I'm legally obliged to pay you a settlement
When I was a kid, I used to tell my little sister so many versions of Rumpelstiltskin off the top of my head as bedtime stories.I just remembered one version I came up with that certainly wasn't incredible by any standard, but which I really enjoyed telling at the time. I don't remember every single detail, but here's the best I can remember with some cobbling to hold it together:
The king's son, much more kindhearted than his father, has always had a hidden talent for turning things into gold. So when he hears that the king has brought a miller's daughter back to the castle to test her ability to spin straw into gold, threatening death if she fails, he jumps in to help. He disguises himself in strange clothes with a low hood, and hunches over, and offers to help the girl spin straw into gold. Turns out that she's very lovely to talk to - they have a wonderful time getting to know each other through the night as they work. But the prince knows he's in disguise and cannot act on his attraction, so he merely asks for her for something to remember the evening by, and she gives her necklace. He helps her the same way the next night, and she gives him a ring, without his even asking for it, and blushes prettily as she does so.
The third day, the king says that if she can spin the straw into gold a third night, she will marry his son. Though the prince has been falling in love with her, he of course protests that his father cannot force her to marry anyone. But he gets shut down. That night when he comes to help her, he plans to tell her his true identity, but this time guards are in the room, as the king suspects some trick. She weeps, for she has no more jewellery to give him - in fact her only hope at this point would be to barter away her first born child like in a fairy tale. He's aghast, and waves it away, saying he'll certainly help her, but she thinks that he understood it to mean she WAS promising her firstborn. But she's afraid to unsay it, fearing he won't help her. He keeps trying to find a moment to confess the truth, but something always happens to prevent it. They finish spinning the straw into gold with hardly a moment for the prince to slip away and change into his own clothes.
In the morning, the king arrives at the door of the room full of straw, with a priest to marry them on one hand, and an executioner with axe in hand on the other. He is delighted to see there is gold after all, even with the guards watching, and calls for the wedding. The girl is willing enough to wed a prince - I mean, he's a prince but there's also something gentle and kind, and almost as if she *knows* him, though she doesn't see how she could.
The wedding is rushed through, and it's not till the bride and groom are left alone that both of them try to burst out with a terrible confession to make. She manages to gasp hers out - that she's happy to marry the prince, and she'll be as faithful and true as he could wish, but there's something terrible she must tell him. She was helped in spinning the gold, by a strange man with a hooded face, and... she may have accidentally bargained their firstborn child for his help.
The prince pauses, and says something like, "But isn't it true that with these magical sorts, knowing their name frees you from their power? If you could guess his real name, perhaps it would solve everything!"
She despairs - with all the names in the world, how could she possibly guess it?
He smiles and encourages her to try to guess.
"But what's the good of guessing now? How am I to know if I guessed it or not until he comes back for what I owe him? And then it will be too late!"
"Are you sure you can't guess his name, my love?"
And he takes out the necklace and the ring.
And joy, and laughter, and all's well that ends well, and even more rejoicing when she gives him their firstborn a year later.