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bonus sharks…………

In many ‘Spaghetti Western’ films, a broad sub-genre of American Western films that emerged during the 1960s in the midst of Sergio Leone’s film-making success, many of the vuglar roles Native Americans were hired to act in forced them into offensive portrayals with little attention paid to authenticity, with emphasis only placed on painting them as “simple savages.” As a result, many American filmmakers paid little attention to actually translating the indigenous languages for what they were saying on screen. As a result, many actors were able to say what they really felt.  

Tiny houses.

Not the concept, the notion, the Platonic ideal of a low-cost low-impact high-efficiency dwelling. That’s great. That’s awesome.

What really imagines my dragons is that in practice about 9 times out of 10 tiny house communities are just a way for rich hipsters to finally fulfil their greatest fantasy:

1. Become aware of how and when you tearing yourself down.

2. Now that you can catch yourself doing it. Offer counters to the negative self talk. A really useful thing I read was to talk to yourself almost the way you would child. Gentle and patient. Even when they fuck up.

3. Take time to celebrate your small accomplishments. You’ve been attacking yourself for every little mistake. Apply that same fervor to the positive things in your life. Did the dishes even though you didn’t want to? Fuck yeah! Got up and took shower? YES!!! You are taking positive steps to feeling better. Celebrate it.

4. Make lists of things you’re good at/ like about yourself. The first time I did this the only two things in my list we’re that I liked my hair and I had good friends. It was start.

5. Don’t beat yourself up if you screw up steps 1-4. It’s counter productive. When I catch myself calling my self stupid for some mistake or other my response now is,“We don’t talk to ourselves like that anymore. What’s something constructive that could actually help solve the problem.”

Most of the time that seems to work. Not always. But more and more Everytime.

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Others are actually young witch babies.

Since witches have no womb and are a byproduct of wild magic, whenever a witch wishes for a child they might one day find a young animal lingering around the house, much like receiving a familiar. An easy way to tell the difference between a youngling and a familiar, however, is that once bonded a familiar will soon begin speaking thereafter. Younglings will not develop speech until much later in their development.

The 2 year mark is when familiar and youngling dimorphism begins. While familiars will simply grow into an adult animal, younglings will enter into a “troll” stage, in which they will develop traits that separate them from ordinary creatures but do not yet resemble a human. It is towards the end of this stage that they will begin saying words, and simple sentences. Minor jinx magic is to be expected.

The “troll” stage will last for ~5 years, and the next stage can happen anytime within the next 3-6 following years. They will encounter a sudden “growth spurt,” where they will suddenly come into distinctly human shapes, while still retaining vestigial traits from their troll years. This transformation can happen overnight, or take over a year to complete. They can begin practicing simple spell magic at this point.

While some claim that the animal a youngling starts off as influences how they look as an adult, that’s largely been debunked. Witch children actually tend to generally resemble their parent(s).

Because names are of great importance to witches, some traditional households will follow the custom of waiting for the youngling to arrive at speaking age to let them choose their own name. Until then, often they refer to the child as their animal: Kitty, Crow, Frog etc.

my diagnosis is combined-type adhd so this’ll be a mess

(self-dx people can reblog too!)

time is a social construct/i have no concept of time (casually forgetting what day/month/year it is)

chronic boredom

rejection sensitive dysphoria

i’m bored but everything is too boring/unappealing

“where’s my phone???” i say, holding my phone

thinking about one thing and then thinking about something else for literally one (1) second but immediately forgetting about what you were originally thinking about

bad yet good memory (i.e: i can remember entire movie scripts from movies i watched years ago but i can’t remember what i did yesterday)

Leg Bounce™

can’t sit or stand still (i.e: i bounce my legs while sitting; i rock side to side while standing)

stimming in general

i have so much energy!!!!!!! i gotta move and jump around Right Now or else i’ll Die

i know i should brush my teeth. all i have to do is pick up my tooth brush, put toothpaste on it, and brush my teeth. so why is my body doing Not That (executive dysfunction)

literally everything is distracting (i.e: that clock on the wall at school? distracting. the air conditioning? distracting. someone tapping their pencil on their desk? distracting. can’t focus on anything but the distraction.)

zoning out CONSTANTLY (can be both on purpose or accidental)

i’m reading this book but i’m not processing any of the words on the pages so i have no idea what’s happening and fuck now i gotta reread it from the beginning (having to do this over and over again to actually be able to read something)

what was i doing? what was i saying? what did i do yesterday? fuck if i know

having no! sense! of! volume control! (i.e: yelling when you think you’re whispering - not being aware of this unless someone mentions it)

i’m upset but i forgot why so now i’m just vaguely uncomfortable

oops i forgot to eat again

what’s an attention span? don’t know her

Queer is the label which became genderqueer, and from which non-binary and genderfluid sprung. Queer is the label which is the un-box, in which everyone who is not cishet (including ace people!!) fits. Queer is community.

Queer is activist. Queer is in the streets screaming ‘we’re here, we’re queer, get used to it!’ Queer is not ashamed.

Queer was ours from the beginning. Queer was ours a century ago. Queer was used against us, and we said 'fuck you,’ and we took it BACK. Queer is butches and bears with bats, protecting our community.

Queer is blue-collar. Queer is working-class. Queer is poor. Queer is people who can’t afford to sit out Stonewall quietly and then go fight for marriage equality when the tax bills come due. Queer is a distinct identity, and queer is the un-box.

Queer makes TERFs and exclusionists angry, because it doesn’t let them define people by gold stars and terms like 'SGA’ that come from conversion therapy. Queer doesn’t give a shit about historical revision to exclude members of the community who have always been here, because queer has always been here and always will be.

Queer is the life raft onto which we climb. Queer is community. Queer is important, and people will have to pry it from my cold dead hands. I’ve been queer for thirty years. My community is queer, and it is opt-in.

Love it.

Oh my god