auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"
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auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"

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something which has popped into my mind rereading the scientist and fusw... as i recall it, the brothers' parents left when they were both still pretty young, right? it's possible this was covered in htstw and i forgot, or i never read that far, but what happened when the skeleparents left? who raised the brothers for the rest of their childhood? would love all your headcanon ramblings :D
oh man okay *rubs my grubby little hands together*
their parents disappeared when sans was about 8 and papyrus was about 4. i have a loose headcanon that their mother worked in the core and was killed in an accident; their father, who had never wanted kids in the first place or even wanted to get married, simply didn't go home after being informed. he either abandoned his entire life and vanished somewhere or found a quiet place to kill himself. as far as sans knows, their parents just gave up and left them--papyrus wants to believe that something just waylaid them for a very very long time but that they always intended to return eventually. he honestly doesn't remember this time much.
sans tried to take care of things as best he could as a sickly kid. his parents had already instilled a fear in him that "the authorities" would take them away somewhere and separate them if anyone found out their parents were gone. sans at least knew how to feed himself and papyrus, get them both dressed, and keep attending school so no one would catch on. their parents had no friends, and sans was careful to pretend everything was fine in front of the neighbors. when the food started to run out, sans taight himself how money worked and found some money stashes to start buying food, but eventually that ran out too. and obviously this whole time sans was still struggling with frequent "sick days" where he was too weak to do much. and papyrus had already internalized the fact that he was the only thing that was keeping his brother around and alive, so papyrus took on a lot of the emotional labor of looking after his brother and figured out how to mix ketchup and water so sans could at least get a few calories when he didn't have the strength to feed himself.
eventually things just fell apart with sans missing too much school, their parents coworkers wondering what was going on, and the neighbors noticing something was off. a few months after their parents disappearance, "the authorities" sans was so afraid of knocked on the door. sans panicked and took papyrus to hide out in the dump, which is home to a lot of feral orphans already. they ended up just sort of living there for a year among other orphans and scrappy kids who hung out there. it's a big network small caves and all kinds of useful trash, so it's the perfect place for orphan kids to survive if they don't have anywhere else to go. which is a problem, because there ARE orphanages that are actually really good and nice, it's just hard to wrangle a bunch of scared traumatized kids.
after about a year of being completely on their own, sans's already fragile health had declined and eventually he couldn't even get out of bed. panicking, papyrus went to find "the authorities" that sans had always warned him about. aka gerson, who I figure probably kept an eye on all the dump kids and looked the other way when they stole crab apples from him. all of sans's fears came true as he and papyrus were subsequently "captured" and "imprisoned" in an orphanage where they were then very well taken care of and, notably, not separated. without the constant stress of his asshole parents or of just generally struggling to survive, sans's health finally stabilized and he was able to start attending school regularly again. they both ended up liking the orphanage fairly well, though sans had the same problems relating to the other kids there or the caretakers that he has always had, so he didn't form any very close attachments. he also kind of tried to make sure that no one would ever adopt them, mostly because he never ever wanted to have to rely on the idea of "parents" again, and because papyrus would absolutely not accept the idea of being adopted without sans (sans very briefly floated this idea).
by fifteen, sans was doing odd jobs and saving up money and by sixteen the two of them were probably in their own apartment with occasional check-ins with the orphanage. honestly i had always planned to eventually write something about the orphanage and sans's feelings about it, both as a teenager and as an adult, but I've been struggling with writers block for the better part of like three years LMFAO. sans almost certainly still stays in contact with some of the orphanage caretakers, but probably not any fellow orphans. sans also really really resents both himself and his parents specifically for the year and a half that sans spent convinced that if anyone found him or papyrus, the two of them would be separated and mistreated. his parents didn't even do it entirely maliciously--it was the kind of thing where sans would, as kids do, say something to the effect of "well maybe i should just run away then!" and his parents would respond with the kinds of careless threats about how bad orphanages are and how no one else would want them anyway but how the brothers would definitely be separated. not even something the parents necessarily believed, but the kind of cruel things people say to shut a kid up when they're arguing. as an adult, a lot of sans's resentment comes not from his own direct mistreatment, but because his parents lied so much. he didn't HAVE to live in an empty house and then a literal garbage dump trying to take care of his little brother, he could have gone straight to the orphanage the day he realized their parents were gone and they both would have been perfectly fine.
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what if American Psycho was wet?
i know folks are gonna call me a pedo for this one, but i grew up seeing my mom and grandma naked. they had health issues and at times needed care and help showering. and i truly think more kids need to be shown the nonsexual reality of naked women at a young age. there is nothing sexual about my grandmothers breasts, they were simply body parts. more women die of heart attacks because people are too afraid of breasts to do real chest compressions, because they are scared to touch their breasts. the sexualization of our bodies literally kills us. i need people to be more normal about naked bodies and i'm 100% serious.

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UNPOPULAR OPINION: A lot of "mental health issues" disappear when bills are paid, rent is secure, and the fridge is full. Peace is expensive. And pretending money doesn't affect mental health is privilege.
trying to couch nap but they’re observing me
I wanted to draw them
they used to make smackable technology. you used to be able to hit your tv when it didn't work good.
It just shifted to spanking your puppy’s ass, to make them take that thick knot. Like the good little play thing they are.
i don't really think it's like that at all
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I feel like this is something @theshitpostcalligrapher would write.
no no this one is a @carpe-aurore, I do chunkier scripts and she does a copperplate that would slay this

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harnessed this things essence lol and all that he once was is now redused to this. kept his husk alive just bc i was bored lol
There's this thing I never realized I did when I was doing it that I like to think of as "Ownership of Space"
And it's that thing where you mentally place yourself as the second, auxiliary party to someone else that you consider to be "In Charge" of whatever space or occupation or responsibility you are assigned to
And when you are IN that mindset, it *feels* like you're being responsible. It *feels* like you're being respectful, and helpful, and contributing to the load.
But what you don't SEE- because it *feels* like deference- is that the other person who you're seeing as The Authority you report to- by being assigned that role, has also been assigned the invisible load of BEING YOUR MANAGER.
This is by FAR most commonly seen in husband-and-wife relationships, where the man says, "just tell me what I can do to HELP- you don't have to do it all by yourself, but it's like you won't even tell me when you NEED help. You just do everything and then get mad at me for not doing it first. I can help clean. I can help with the kids. I can help"
But I also see it- and am guilty myself of doing it- at work, at school, in public- that mental, "this is THEIR space, and i will be respectful and helpful to THEM"- without realizing that subservience in this manner isn't actually a good thing. That it actually shifts the burden of responsibility to the other person. That aspect was totally invisible to me.
I didn't understand that when I was told, "if you see something that needs to be done, just DO it", or, "take the initiative", what they ACTUALLY meant was, "I am not above you", or "you have equal say in what kind of environment you want to live or work in", or "I do not want full control over what happens here, I do not want to order you around, I do not want to be in charge, what I WANT is to co-command WITH you"
Being in The Assigned Authority position NOW, that is all so much clearer.
I am the senior member of my team at work, and now, every time I train a newbie, every time I finish catching them up to speed and giving them a list of everything that needs to be done, my next big hurdle seems to always be, "now take pride in the space when I'm not around". "Now don't assume I'll tell you when something is due or what orders to plan things in".
Now, having been on both sides of the struggle, I can appreciate the sticking points here
TO THE PERSON "IN CHARGE": The person deferring to you doesn't understand the invisible labor you're doing. They genuinely believe you know more, you WANT more, you see things they don't, and that they are being respectful and good by staying out of your way and waiting on your orders. THAT is the bit that's not clicking.
TO THE PERSON "WANTING TO HELP": "Help" implies that you are providing assistance to a problem that belongs to somebody else. Stop thinking like that. Understand that the problem belongs to BOTH of you equally, and consider what kind of shared space you BOTH want. What is your SHARED GOAL? Not THEIR goal, but a goal that belongs to you too. Own your space.
This is not a Commander-Lieutenant problem. This is a Partnership problem.
You Are Co-Commanders On This Ship
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Okay, so I used to struggle a lot more with this than I do now, but I’m still iffy on it sometimes. Sometimes I just do not see something because I don’t think of it as a problem, or I don’t understand the overall project (RIP to my first adult roommate who had to coach me on cleaning our apartment when we moved out). So, for myself and the rest of the class: what if you just don’t care as much as the other person does? Like if there are recurring tasks that clearly need to be done, do them. If the dishwasher is clean, empty it. But what do you do about the things that are only obvious to someone who cares 30-60% more than you do?
THIS WAS TOTALLY MY PROBLEM!!!
I have a fun mental cocktail that contributes to it, but the end of the line is that If A Mess Does Not Physically Endanger Anyone, I Will Not Notice It For Days.
This OBVIOUSLY causes irritation for people who are, say- NOT ME- and comes back to bite me in the ass only AFTER they lose their temper or clean up after me like a nanny and I feel ashamed, embarrassed, and weirdly violated. THEN the atmosphere gets super tense and we will slowly start avoiding each other, because *I* feel like they hate me and my presence and nothing I do will ever be good enough, and *they* see me as an inconsiderate slob.
So- if it's something I don't SEE because I don't CARE- I gotta find a way to care.
And what works best for me to MAKE myself care is to think, "okay, so *I don't care* if there are half-empty cups of water all over, and it's not immediately dangerous, but it's important to THEM, and do I really want to live somewhere that feels like a minefield? Do I WANT to live with someone who is always upset with me? Or do I WANT to live with someone who is happy and comfortable and enjoys being here as much as I do, where we can come and go without worying about setting each other off?"
What I've learned is: Live and work with people who have the same goal as you. Discuss the goal. If the goal is, "low stress environment where we don't hate each other", then it's not a matter of, "do I care about dirty cups". You don't HAVE to care about dirty cups. You only have to care about not making you hate each other
Now I'm not looking directly through an invisible pile of whatever. NOW I'm looking at, "oh shit that's a pile of Make-Roommate-Stressed, and I don't want that for myself"
Find the shared goal and make it your own problem, is what I mean
i think one of the best parts about being a teenager in the early to mid 2010s was that cigarettes were definitely not cool anymore and vapes hadn’t popularized yet so my lungs made it out of my peak impressionable years relatively unscathed
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you are fifteen thousand generations removed from stone tools
to be clear you are fifteen thousand generations removed from the invention of stone tools. not from the end of stone tools. modern humans are still using stone tools.
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I thought you meant we were descendents -of- stone tools
your father was a handaxe and your mother smelt of microliths
Trans activist Jamison Green's passport photos before and after HRT. Left he's age 32 (1980) Right age 41 (1989) after being on testosterone for one year (x)
(read his autobiography here for free)
updated the link to his autobiography because it was broken! here's some more pictures of him (first is mid 90s, second 2013 and last 2024)
there's an interview with him from 2017 along with some information about his life and activism. and he was interviewed on a podcast here. he's not super well known but has been a really important trans activist for decades