I hate the push that you can quit addictions by pure willpower because it perpetuates the idea that people who can't have committed a moral failing of some kind. We all may know some people who did quit an addiction cold turkey, and with no aid, you may be one of them. And that's fantastic, but it is not the norm. It is more than okay to need help to quit an addiction. Relapse is also part of the process. Many people relapse several times before they are able to quit for good. Let's have compassion.
ALCOHOL. It’s a very common dependence and cold turkey CAN KILL YOU. A lot of people don’t know this. Doctors can literally prescribe beer in the ER to save a life.
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Watching people write fics where Simon's a religious prude is fucking hysterical knowing that man would do enough drugs/drink enough alcohol to kill a horse if he had the opportunity.
That man WILL get lit the moment he's given free access to that shit. I don't make the rules. Dude was chugging toxic substances for the chance of a buzz. He risked burning a hole in his stomach. Actually, I'm pretty sure he did.
The first asexual person I met outside of the internet was a 65 year old woman.
I’d been interning with her as an artist/executive assistant for some time. To put a long story short she’d developed a tremor that kept her from doing a certain amount of studio work, so in between sending emails and invoices for her I’d chip in and help with line art or drafting on longer projects. A lot of it was the two of us sitting in her basement studio, doing our own thing, waiting for the phone to ring. We got to talking a lot. I’d just moved across the country and was still finding my footing.
There was a handyman she had over occasionally — he was a personal friend who enjoyed her company more than she enjoyed his. She didn’t dislike him by any means, but he definitely had feelings for her that she didn’t reciprocate. One day, after he’d come over to repair something-or-other and left, she and I started talking about relationships.
She asked if I had a boyfriend. I told her I wasn’t interested in being in a relationship with anyone and that I’d never had a desire to be in a relationship. Admittedly, I was bracing for the “You’ll meet the right person someday” response. I knew it generally came from a place of care, but it never changed how much I dreaded to hear it. I really respected my mentor and I was prepared to nod along to whatever response she gave me. Instead of anything I expected her to say, she just kind of nodded and said, “Me neither. I think I’m — what’s the term — asexual?”
I was ecstatic. I told her I was asexual, too. I saw her sigh in relief, the same way I did. I couldn’t believe it.
We didn’t get much work done that day, we just started talking about our experiences. She’d been married once when she was younger and even during that period of her life her disinterest in a sexual relationship didn’t change. She had a roommate after graduating college who confessed to having feelings for her and she had to tell her “It’s not that I don’t like girls, it’s that I don’t like anybody.” The roommate harbored enough bitterness over this that they had to split ways. Her mother told her that she would quote “rather have a gay daughter than a daughter who didn’t fancy anyone at all” unquote.
I didn’t have nearly as many experiences as she did, but I was able to share my own for the first time. I shared how it was easier to say I was taking time to work on myself than to say I had no interest in being in a relationship. We talked about the words “You’ll meet the right person someday” and “You’ll know when you’re in love” and “Don’t worry, one day you’ll meet some guy that changes everything.” As if something was broken.
“I’ve been alive for sixty five years,” my mentor told me, “and I’ve never felt like I was missing something, even if everybody told me I was.”
Currently, my mentor lives with her parrot, her cats, and her backyard-wildlife pals in a house that she owns. She makes art and hosts community art groups and volunteers at care homes and is the most self-fulfilled woman I’ve ever met. And she loves her life. She loves the people she knows and they love her, too. If I could be half as cool as she is when I grow up, I think that’d be pretty amazing.
“Asexuality” isn’t a problem to be fixed or a phase to grow out of. Sometimes you’re fifteen and sometimes you’re sixty-five. I knew in my heart that older asexual people existed but it changed me completely to meet one. We were here before and we always will be.
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Everytime anyone implies Simon is aggressive out of whim or due to an "aggressive/psychotic/schizophrenic disorder" (ableist much?) an angel loses its wings. Put any person in his situation and see how quickly things go batshit.
#Helios was declawed by his former owners so he doesn't just slap things he dislikes like most cats#he really only feels confident in hissing at them#Especially because a lot of the thing he doesn't like are bugs and those are sharp sometimes :(#Selene has figured this out and now when she hears him hiss she sprints over the kill the fuck out of the bug#Helios has learned she will do this so he'll hiss at stuff louder and louder until she hears him#A nervous old man and his emotional support homicidal maniac
tags by @gallusrostromegalus
I couldn't reblog without the tags because the context is hilarious
A Nervous Old Man (right) and his Emotional Support Violence Machine (Left)
Yes, he is more than twice her size.
Yes, he is five times her age.
Yes, he cries like a big baby until she kills Unacceptable Scary Things (earwigs) for him.
never will forget the gay porn I watched where the director quietly told the bottom to “lose the anime voice” and you could see overwhelming disillusionment form in his eyes
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i think we are long overdue for a game that does the reverse of 90s first person shooters and actively makes fun of the player for picking the hard difficulty
Simon wakes up after being found by Grace but he isn't violent or scared. He's completely shut down. The trauma he went through was so intense that his brain had to shut down to protect him. He was already mortally wounded and his body needed to save all the energy it could to survive. Simon is awake, his brain is still active but he remains otherwise unresponsive.
It terrifies Grace because he and the Eridians can treat someone's wounds but they can't fix this. This is way out of their field of expertise; it's up to Simon if he's going to wake up. Grace spends most of his time talking to Simon, hoping that if he keeps engaging him, it will stimulate his brain enough to wake him up from his vegetative state. He talks about nothing and everything. He makes jokes and wishes to hear a laugh in return.
One day, Grace realises that Simon is sweating and when he puts his hand on his forehead, he's burning up. He's running a fever. Before he can panic, he sees Simon squint a little. Grace stops moving and breathing. It looks like he’s thinking about something and it's taking all his strength.
"M–m o m...?" he barely manages to whisper.
His voice is so rough that speaking must have been painful. His eyes are moving a little but are still glassy. His voice was so tiny, fragile and sounded fearful. Grace tears up. Because he found a man who was maimed in the worst way possible. So traumatised, his mind had to pull the plug. And his first words were him calling for his mom like a lost and scared child. He doesn't know him or what happened to him but the cruelty is unbearable. What kind of monster breaks someone to this degree? He doesn't cry but it's a close one. He manages to stop his fever.
He speaks again a few days later. It's to his mother again. He's softly crying and apologising on loop. Grace waits to see if it will pass and when it doesn't, he decides to act. He whispers soothing words and runs a hand through his hair, hoping it will work. The man eventually calms down and falls asleep. He hates what hurt him more and more every day.
He wakes up more and more often. He can answer basic questions now but he's not all there yet. Grace is pretty sure he only understands half of what they are saying to him. His days can be summed up to sitting up, eating a little, staring at the wall, passively looking at Grace while he talks, eating again and going to sleep. That's it but it's progress. He remains hopeful. It stays like this for a while.
Until Grace is startled awake in the middle of the night by a blood-curdling noise. His brain is screaming, distressed on a molecular level, reminding him that humans are animals. He runs to the man's room. Here on the ground, the man is crying with such anguish and rawness that it's gut-wrenching. The sounds are being ripped out of his throat between violent sobs. Hearing a human being in such visceral pain feels like torture. These are the sounds only someone dying would make, even if Grace knows deep down that this isn’t the case. He's probably suffering so deeply mentally and emotionally that his brain is interpreting it as physical pain. It's filling him with the urgent need to help, fix or protect. It's triggering his instinct in a way it has not been in a while.
He wearily steps closer to him, checking for any signs of aggression and when he sees none, he crouches and puts his hand on his shoulder, carefully. When he sees no aversion to his touch, he slowly tries to hug the other man. The cries don't stop but they aren't as loud. He buries his face in Grace's shoulder and they stay like that until it's soaked with tears. Eventually, the crying dies down to little choking sounds as he tries to stop crying, holding onto his shirt. He's like a heartbroken child desperate for affection and reassurance.
Grace holds him tenderly and tries to curl himself around him, to hide and protect him from the rest of the world. After what feels like hours, he eventually starts to fall asleep in Grace's arms, utterly exhausted. When his eyes are about to close, he whispers, with a raw throat.
" 'm sorry.... Thank you..."
And he's asleep. Who apologises for crying? He doesn't answer because if he speaks, he'll cry. Grace doesn't move or leave. He'll stay with him for as long as he needs him to. He looks so young and at peace, sleeping in his arms like that. Grace has to remind himself that he's against violence, no matter how much he wants to avenge the man he's holding.
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