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No such thing as Normal
@liliflower137
Genderqueer - Shi/Hyr - Biromantic Asexual - 25 Ask Box is open! Can there truely be such a thing as normal when everyone is different? Hello! You can call me Lili! I like Nintendo games, One Piece, and loads of other stuff!
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I didn't think that it could get any worse after google decided to show jermasus as the main image result for searching "jerma" but clearly I've been proven wrong because the new image is truly much much worse
I didn't think that it could get any worse after google decided to show jermasus as the main image result for searching "jerma" but clearly I've been proven wrong because the new image is truly much much worse
Is anyone else constantly bothered by the fact that all of a child's medical care is required to go through their parents? That they must rely on these people to decide when they do or don't need medical care?
No matter how injured. If a parent doesn't deem it necessary to see a doctor, it doesn't happen. Teachers can suggest a doctor visit, but unless it's a very acute injury (and even then), it's ultimately up to the parents.
You can be 13. Twisted, maybe broken ankle. You teacher lets you sit out in PE. She's concerned, and tells you to rest when you go home, and see a doctor. You get home, ur parents fill a bath and add some Epsom salts, and then laugh at you for using it moms old colorguard stick as a cane. Take some ibuprofen they say. It's just a little sprain, ur a kid.
You go to school the next day, go to ur office assistant time. Office calls ur mom to come get you, because you're clearly in too much pain for school. Your mom laughs when she gets you, says you just were so determined not to miss school. Scolds you for making the office ladies worry.
You never see a doctor for the injury.
Your parents come into the exam room at every visit. This does not stop with age, except for gynecologist. But your parents are on the medical release forms. They fill them out for you, with you. You do not get to take them off.
You never get to tell s doctor about the ankle. Even though it never quote healed right, and it hurts every day.
Then your 18. In college. Still on your parents insurance, and have no car. The on campus clinic only does std testing. You fall down some stairs. Same injury. You call your parents, crying from the pain. You are using a mop as a cane. They console you and say to have a bath, take some meds, and let them know how it feels in a few days. You end up borrowing your roommates rolling chair to get around for the weekend.
By Monday, you can walk again. You walk miles to class every day. You ask to see a doctor, but your parents won't drive the hour to come take you, and you don't have the insurance card. You are still at their mercy for medical care. The ankle tries to heal again. This time worse than before. The tendons click with every step.
Now you're in your twenties. Finally have your own healthcare. You see a doctor. You get to mention the ankle! They say it's been too long to really even know what was damaged. That you have arthritis now. It healed wrong but it can no longer be fixed.
I'm 32 now. My ankle tells me the weather. I wear boots to keep it stable. What could have been a funny story about a fall and a cast has become a lifetime injury. Because children do not have access to medical care without a parents approval.
I'm ninety-nine percent sure i had a concussion when I fainted at seventeen and hit my head on a portable power generator. But I'll never know for certain because my parents refused to take me to the hospital because it was late at night and my mom in particular couldn't be bothered. (It wasn't even an insurance thing, i had medicaid, she just didn't want to take me.) The fact that l spent the next six hours doing nothing but giddily laughing as my headache became worse and worse is a pretty big clue tho. And even thru my laughter I knew something was wrong and was pleading in between gasps of air to go to the E.R. This was right after Natasha Richardson's notorious death after falling and hitting her head and not seeking the medical care I was begging for, and as exhaustion began to overtake me after six hours of laughter, I fired off a message to my long-distance friend saying I think I'm gonna die tonight from hitting my head, thanks for everything you've done for me. And I fell asleep that night honestly thinking I wasn't going to wake up. I did, obviously, with a splitting headache that would last over a week and having to sheepishly apologize to Danielle for worrying her.
Anyway who knows if the neuro issues i developed over following six years are related to that or not.
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People die on the job every summer. Remember that water and shade breaks are crucial when working in the heat, and calling emergency services for signs of serious heat illness (fatigue, nausea/vomiting, headaches, dizziness, clammy skin, confusion, agitation, slurred speech, high body temperature, rapid heart rate, etc.) is entirely appropriate. If youāre afraid to call 911 for reasons such as being undocumented, youāll need to get very familiar with how to prevent, recognize, and treat heat illness. If you are symptomatic and not allowed a break, water, or medical treatment, walk out. No matter how broke you are, your job is not worth your life.
āFor example, if youāre trying to convince people to boycott a segregated store, your object is to convince them that boycotting the store will have a strategic effect, not that desegregation is morally important. For whatever reason, on a cognitive level human beings have a really hard time with this. Smucker cites an example of a Lefty roleplaying session where people were tasked with selling an action to people who agreed with them on principle but didnāt see the strategic merit of the action. Surprisingly, the sellers couldnāt make the conceptual switch to sell strategic merit: instead, they doubled down on THIS ISSUE IS IMPORTANT ā even though it had been stressed to them that the people they were selling to bought into the importance of the issue. People react poorly to āthis is important, so do WHATEVER I SAYā; they want to be convinced that what youāre proposing will work.ā
āBob Wing, a grassroots organizer, explains this nicely: āIf winning feels impossible, then righteousness can seem like the next best thing.ā But righteousness is not conducive to getting normies to join your team if your team cannot demonstrate ability to, at least sometimes, win.Ā Nor does righteousness help you make real inroads with regular people.ā
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So, I was thinking about what Agent B's relationship with Admin C might be, and I came up with the idea of Admin C sacrificing Eternal Stream Benrey in order to save Freeman.
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This was wrong.
He knew it was wrong.
But... he couldn't let his father steal Gordon away.
So, here he was, pulling a man out of a computer to serve as a sacrificial lamb.
Let's back up a bit. How did Admin C get to this point?
It had started with the abduction of his Gordon by C's father.
"ā¦I shall take your beloved Gordon as payment for the eons of pain you have caused me, Thomas. Consider it a mercy that Iāve allowed him to take your place." his father had said as he held Gordon.
And then both his father and Gordon had been gone, leaving them alone in that damnable void.
That had been a while ago. Now, he and his friends (were they even friends anymore? It hardly felt that way anymore) were fully immersed in their plan to jog their Gordon's memories under the guise of this therapy program. Admins F and P were currently working on building different parts of the spaceship and the Boss was.... somewhere. So, C was going through the various feeds they'd set up to find some universes that might have good candidates for their program. They'd already decided on the Mad Science Universe to start with, but they needed a few others to make this work. Maybe two or three. C had been at this for hours now and his vision was starting to grow blurry from lack of sleep.
His mind kept going back to Gordon. To the look on his face when C's father had taken him away. The way Gordon's eyes had gone so glassy and lifeless. Like all the life had just been sucked out of him. Tears welled up in his eyes at the memory. It was his fault. It was all his fault. Gordon would never have been on C's father's radar if he hadn't become friends with C. And now he was gone...
C quickly shook his head. No. He couldn't think that. They would get Gordon back, they would help him regain his memories, and everything would go back to normal. It would be fine. It would all be fine. He had to believe that. He had to keep believing that.
Not for the first time, he couldn't help but think that this would be so much easier if he only had someone to trade for Gordon. It was a terrible thing to think of and he knew it, but the idea of giving his father someone else was just so tempting. He didn't want to be his father's replacement, and he didn't want it to be Gordon either, which left only one option. Find someone else.
It was then that his eyes landed on one of the monitors. It was a variant of the Eternal Stream universe that had been eliminated from consideration due to not having a Gordon, but⦠it did have a Benrey. A Benrey who had lost his memories and would never meet his Gordon. A Benrey without a Science Team. A Benrey who would have no one looking for him.
The perfect candidate for a replacement for Gordon.
C paused, staring at the image of the Benrey on the screen, alone in the digital halls of Black Mesa. It would be so easy to extract the Benrey's data and give him a hard light body. They'd already figured out a system in order to extract any Gordons who might exist in a universe where their adventures were just a video game. Maybe it would even make the Benrey a better government man if he could retain the powers he had within the game. This one even had shapeshifting capablilities. C's father would probably love have a protege with that ability, right? It was just so perfect. It would solve so many problems.
C's stomach lurched as the gravity of what he was thinking of doing hit him. He was thinking of sacrificing an innocent man just to save the man he loved. The others would never agree to it. Gordon would never agree to it. If he ever found out about what C had done to get him back... C couldn't just stand by and let this happen, though. Sure, they could go with the therapy ship plan as is, but what if his father tracked them down and sabotaged it? What if it all went wrong and things just ended up worse? This was so much simpler. So much easier. It was practically a victimless crime! It wasn't like that Benrey was going to get rescued anyway. At least this way he'd get out of the computer.
Which brings us to the present, with Admin C in the storage unit where the Hansen parents had stored the computer that, unbeknownst to them, held their son's consciousness.
It was dark in the unit, and crowded with plenty of other objects that probably belonged to the unfortunate Benrey, which C tried to ignore as he hunted for the computer. If he started thinking about how this Benrey was a person with a past and a life, then it would make this infinitely harder. He swung his flashlight around, skimming over the piles of stuff until he finally saw it. The computer sat in the corner, monitor and PC tower clustered together. C took a deep breath and headed over.
"I'm so sorry about this," he murmured as he began to extract the Benrey.
He tried not to think about how much this Benrey looked like the Boss. There were subtle differences, as there were with all Benrey's, and C tried to focus on those, on how different this Benrey was. This wasn't his Benrey. This was a different Benrey. A Benrey he was going to have to sacrifice.
"Stop thinking about it," C muttered to himself, knocking the side of his head with the heel of his palm. He'd already gone too far to back out now. He had to get through this before someone caught him. Before the others noticed he was gone and started asking where he was.
Soon enough, the Benrey was laying on the floor of the storage unit in a hard light body. C took a deep breath pulled out his phone. He still had his father's number. He just had to hope his father would respond to the message.
I have an offer for you.
He sent the message off and waited, trying to look everywhere but at the comatose man on the floor in front of him.
To his relief, and surprise, after a few minutes he got a response.
What sort of offer?
C took a deep breath. Okay. His father had responded. That was a good sign. He might be able to pull this off.
Let's meet and I'll tell you.
There was another agonizing period of waiting before a new response came in.
I will meet with you and you alone.
C let out a sigh of relief.
Deal.
A few seconds later, a portal opened. C tried to swallow his fear, gathering the Benrey in his arms and stepping inside.
His father was waiting for him, Gordon at his side. C's heart ached at the dull, lifeless look in Gordon's eyes as he stood limply beside C's father. He looked like an inert marionette.
"Thomas..." His father said, his tone audibly smug. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
"I... I want to make a trade," C said, hoping his voice wasn't shaking as badly as he thought it was.
"A trade?" His father echoed, curling his clawed fingers over Gordon's shoulder.
"I found this Benrey for you." C held up the Benrey. "He's from a universe where no one will come looking for him. You can have him if you give me Gordon back."
"And why would I want a new replacement when I already have this one?" His father asked with a laugh.
That had been exactly the response C had been afraid of, but he couldn't lose his nerve now. Not when he'd already gone to the trouble of stealing this Benrey.
"Because... Because I won't stop trying to get him back," he said, holding his father's gaze. "None of us will. We'll keep hounding you until we win. This way... No one will take your replacement away."
His father slowly looked C over, tapping his fingers on Gordon's shoulder. His smile was gone, replaced with a look of contemplation. Somehow, C found that even scarier than his father's self satisfied smirk. "Your little friends don't know you're here, do they?"
"Do you want him or not?" C demanded.
For an agonizingly long time, his father just stared at him. Then he smiled, the expression predatory and shark like.
āVery well,ā he purred, reaching out to take the Benrey. āI accept your trade.ā
āYou⦠You do?ā C couldnāt help but be surprised. He hadnāt actually expected his father to agree. He'd hoped, certainly, but he'd also known that this was a longshot.
His father paused, raising an eyebrow. āWould you prefer I refuse?ā
āNo!ā C said quickly. āNo. I just⦠didnāt thinkā¦ā
āThat Iād accept your proposal?ā His father asked. āI wasnāt going to. But then I thought about it and I realized how exquisitely painful this will be for you.ā He beckoned Gordon forward. āNow, every time you look at him, youāll remember that you sacrificed an innocent man for him. And that heād never forgive you if he knew.ā
C swallowed, an uncomfortable lump in his throat as he placed the Benrey in his father's arms.
"Go with him," his father instructed Gordon, jerking his head in C's direction. Gordon nodded robotically, walking over to stand beside C.
His father took a step back, his eyes glowing as his smile widened. "A pleasure doing business with you, Thomas. May your dreams be haunted by what you've done."
C didn't reply, taking Gordon by the hand and heading back through the portal.
They came back out in the storage unit, at which point Gordon collapsed like a a puppet whose strings had been cut. C gathered him in his arms, opening a portal back to the ship. Thankfully, when he stepped out onto the ship, he could still hear P and F working away. He didn't want them to catch him with Gordon yet. Not when he hadn't had a chance to think up a cover story. They'd have questions about how he'd managed to get Gordon away from his father on his own. Questions he didn't know how to answer just yet.
He turned to head to the room they'd prepared for Gordon. Only to see the Boss standing there. C froze, his eyes locking with the Boss's. The Boss blinked, his own eyes going wide at the sight of Gordon's unconscious body in C's arms. He took a tenative step forward, reaching a shaking hand out.
"Is that�" He began.
"It's him," C confirmed.
A choked sob escaped the Boss's lips as a smile spread across his face. "You actuallyā¦" He looked up at C. "How'd you do it? How'd you get him back?"
C went quiet, averting his gaze. Lying to P and F was one thing. But lying to the Boss? Lying to Benrey? That was something he couldn't do.
The Boss's smile quickly faded, his arm falling to his side. "...You did something bad to get him back, didn't you?"
C instinctively tensed, holding Gordon a bit tighter.
"You didn't⦠tell your dad you'd do it, did you?" The Boss kept his voice quiet, but there was a clear note of panic there.
"Of course not!" C said, shaking his head. "I would never leave you two!"
"Then what did you do?" If it had been anyone else asking, C might have felt defensive and lashed out. But there was no accusation in the Boss's voice.
C bit his lip, his gaze flicking to the ground. "I⦠found someone else," he admitted. "Someone to take Gordon's place. Someone who no one would come after."
The Boss didn't say anything. C was almost afraid to look at him, afraid of what he'd see on the Boss's face.
"I⦠I know it sounds bad, but⦠But I couldn't just let my dad take Gordon!" C held Gordon a bit tighter. "This way, he won't come after us! We can do the therapy ship plan and- and there's no way it'll get sabotaged!"
"You're sure your dad's not tricking you?" The Boss asked.
C nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly. "He said⦠He said now every time I look at Gordon, I'll remember I sacrificed an innocent man for him. And that Gordon would never forgive me if he knew. And that the⦠"exquisite pain" that would cause was enough for him."
The Boss let out a short exhale that might have been a laugh. "Sounds like him."
"Yeahā¦"
They lapsed into silence. C tried to focus on Gordon's breathing. On how even and calm it was. He had Gordon back. It would all be worth it when the jogged his memory and he came back to them.
It had to be.
"I won't tell anyone," The Boss finally said.
"You... You won't?" C asked slowly, finally lifting his gaze to meet the Boss's.
The Boss looked grimly determined. "I won't," he confirmed. "We can say we got him back together. I distracted your dad and you got him. We got lucky."
"ā¦Thank you," C said. He was already tearing up again.
The Boss smiled slightly, reaching up to pat C's shoulder. "C'mon. Let's get him, like, tucked in and then we can go tell the others."
C nodded, following the Boss to the room they'd prepared for Gordon.
It was going to be okay. It was all going to be okay.
a misogynistic society is so threatened by the concept of trans women - women that "had the opportunity" to be privileged men and chose not to - that they start making up privileges women have in order to explain why trans women exist. going into womens restrooms isnt a privilege, playing womens sports isnt a privilege, lesbianism isnt a privilege, yet they present them as such to try and explain why trans women are women for nefarious reasons. a misogynistic society will never understand that trans women have no ulterior motive for being women
Guy makes a really stupid decision and gets in a car accident -> no real damage from accident but insurance goes up -> starts beating himself up over his stupid decision -> gets depressed -> starts to realize he's single and had crash been worse he'd die alone -> realizes he's never had a relationship or even a crush and starts wondering what he'd want out of a relationship -> starts to realize he doesn't really like girls so he thinks he must be gay -> realizes he likes girls and boys about the same amount, so he must be bi -> later realizes that "same amount" is none at all -> he's ace
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I do love that somebody tagged tumblr's own frog scientist on this post. chop chop dr scherz, we've got 62 more frogs to discover and you're the only frog scientist any of us knows
GUYS amphibian species of the world is still at 7,994 species of frog BUT amphibiaweb is at 8,008 species of frog, and do you know who is a co-author on the 8,000th species of frog there???? TUMBLR'S OWN FROG SCIENTIST DR SCHERZ