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i love you.

friends with Tourette’s…

i love you.

friends with Dyscalculia and/or Dysgraphia…

i love you.

friends with OCD…

i love you.

friends with Dyslexia or Hyperlexia…

I love you.

Friends with intellectual/learning disabilities, I love you.

Friends with dyspraxia, I love you.

Friends with Down Syndrome, I love you.

Friends with schizophrenia, I love you.

Friends with personality disorders, I love you.

All additions are welcome!

Turbachi loves you!

Well, obviously im not that fucking stupid. I learned nothing from school, that's true, besides how to teach myself stuff. I didn't learn shit about history, or sex ed, or math, or anything else in school. But it sure did get me used to teaching myself stuff (ok, that was mostly the hospitals because their "school" was just putting a textbook in front of you, but still)

actually there is, she has one line at the end when she says “how do you know?”

ok I just skimmed though the movie again, and here she is in the beginning, she just doesn’t say anything, and you wouldn’t guess she was a girl because they didn’t do that weird humanizing, tits and longer eyelashes thing that most movies with animals do.

>Remmy is smaller

dad: sure son

remmy: also im tired of eating literal rotted garbage

Remmy: actually dad I’m a boy

Dad: thank you for telling me I support you

You think your company pays you out of the goodness of their hearts? Or even out of “market pressure?” The “job market” is a myth perpetuated by the capitalists. Corporations would pay you nothing if they could get away with it. And you argue “oh, but if they paid me nothing I’d just go to another one.” Wrong. Because to maximize profits, they all want to pay you nothing. Corporations exist to maximize profits while reducing risk for investors. It’s part of their entire function to find ways to cut costs as much as possible, and that includes finding ways to pay you nothing.

Unions are your defense against that. You think all a union does is strike? If you pay union dues, a lot of that is spent on lobbyists in various governments reminding your lawmakers that you have rights as a living human being that a corporation should not be able to stomp all over. Unions hire lawyers so that if you’re fired for bullshit reasons, the union can stand up for you against your boss. They’re called unions because workers are uniting to pool resources so that they can stand up to these corporate overlords with more money than God. Unions exist because you might not have the words, resources, or time to fight workplace injustices all by yourself. That’s the whole fucking point.

Geralt: um

Yennefer: how many dogs equals one child. how about 10? 10 dogs.

My therapist only recently understood that when I said, “I don’t know how to make this phone call or make this appointment.” I very literally meant I didn’t know what to do. I can dial the phone, but what do I say EXACTLY? What questions are going to be asked? What do I need to have on hand? What if they ask me something I don’t know the answer to?

FOR THE FIRST TIME

From an adult who has been doing this for about a decade now: 

Remember that about 10% of any office’s weekly call volume is from people just like you who have never done this in their life. 

The mass majority of people who run dentist offices, insurance claim call centers, whatever - remember what it’s like to be completely new, and are generally happy to explain the steps and re-phrase themselves if you let them know what you’re having trouble with, and are kind and patient with them. 

You’re not inconveniencing them. You’re not burdening them. Call center folks are 1000x happier to speak with someone who is earnestly trying and needs some basic help on super simple things, instead of a pissy long-time customer who demands free shit. 

You are a bright spot in their day. A chance to actually help. 

So! Here’s the steps: 

In reality, they usually go down to some large submerged floats.

“Uhhhhh. Stick.”

“What.”

“I said, give me your name, child.”

“I still haven’t picked one,” Grass defends, even now still hoping for a way out of a faeries deal.

“No. But your parents did. Give me your name, child, and it shall no longer be yours. The entity of your name shall no longer exist, and you will be free for whichever name you choose— Leaf, or Stick, or Lichen.”

“…oh.” says Petal, and in the next moment a name falls from their lips. It is not their name. It never has been. The fae is sharp and cutting and witty, that moment of softness an imagined slight.

“Very well, child. Be warned of mushroom circles, should you lose your name again.”

“Okay,” Mushroom smiles, and the Fae pulls itself away from their reality in a swirl of feathers and silk.