stealthboy:

meradorm:

People who use drugs:

If you want to quit, please be aware of PAWS (post acute withdrawal syndrome). This is a state of mental and emotional imbalance while your brain learns to adjust without the substance and basically figures out what level all the chemicals and transmitters should be at. You may have symptoms of derealization/dissociation, depression, anxiety, etc.

Or, in less clinical terms, everything will feel mentally and emotionally uncomfortable and like you’ll never feel normal again.

However. This is NOT your new normal and you did NOT permanently fuck yourself up on drugs. PAWS will last somewhere between a couple weeks and a year. It’s horrible. But you deserve to know that you can tough it out.

Exercise helps (when does it not, really) and some people swear by megadosing Vitamin C for some reason. If you take opiates you might try a kratom taper to avoid or lessen PAWS, but kratom is addictive in and of itself, so use your best judgment. Honestly, you pretty much just have to outlast it.

I really wish they told kids this during their useless DARE program because a lot of addicts hit PAWS, figure “Well, I screwed myself up forever and will never feel normal without it” and start using again. NOT TRUE. The condition is not well-known so please spread for the sake of educating people. People need to prepare themselves for PAWS and know that it is temporary.

!!!!!!

I’m so so SO wonderfully surprised to see such a genuinely important and informative post about drug addiction on my dashboard !!!

PAWS is brutal! For me, while early stage acute withdrawal from heroin/fentanyl was absolutely agonizing, at least it was a relatively short period of extreme intensity. By the 72 hour mark it had peaked and begun to calm down, and usually by a week and a half/two weeks clean the acute symptoms would be over with

PAWS lasted for six months

During those six months I experienced nonstop chronic pain in my legs and extreme fatigue, making even simple everyday tasks a huge battle. I would ache and be unable to get comfortable and my muscles felt so heavy and sore and I was restless and sad and crying so much

I ended up in the psych ward for the first time in my life because of PAWS

But it got better! I swear to GOD it gets better. Right around six months I noticed I was no longer constantly thinking about my legs being sore and I had actually started to really feel present and enjoy things again and the fog was lifting and the heavy shadow of my addiction was becoming lighter

I’m almost two years clean now and a large part of why I won’t go back is the fear of reliving PAWS

Thank you for this post and helping to spread the word to suffering addicts that the are not hopeless and that recovery is possible and just takes time. The only thing I wanna add that I think is equally important on this topic is —

If you know someone who is struggling with drug addiction and trying to quit, you NEED to understand PAWS and it’s symptoms. Because we get accused way too many times of having relapsed when we’re actually just progressing through an important and painful stage of sobriety.

When my body began to hurt nonstop and my severe depression and exhaustion set in, my family spat at me constantly suspecting that I was using again. So I had to choke back tears and pretend to be fine so many times so that I could placate them based on their incorrect beliefs about how addiction works. And sometimes it really made me want to relapse because I thought “what’s the point of even trying to stay clean if I’m going to be treated like I’m using anyway”

I don’t want anyone to go back to using because they feel like I felt! So pls keep doing what we’re doing right now — talk about these things and learn about them and spread awareness and understanding.

It saves lives

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seravph:

“what’s the worst fruit” i hope you fucking die im strangling you what the hell is wrong with you. ‘the worst fruit’… has god not made all of these fruits in the same light???? cunt

Okay, true, but counterpoint… tomatoes…

Also, peppers, cucumbers, peas, string beans, eggplant, corn, beans, and chickpeas.

(There were a couple “vegetables” on the list that I’ve always thought of more as fruit anyway, like pumpkin and zucchini, so that’s why I didn’t include them in the above list)

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raevenlywrites:

Hey you, yes you, time to check in

I just realized I have a grumpy cause I missed lunch. This is your reminder to:

• Eat
• Drink
• Take your meds
• Have a stretch
• Answer that text/email/message
• Do whatever else it is you’ve forgotten to do
• Take a break
• Sleep if its time for that
• Smile anyways cause everyone needs a good smile break

Reblog this to save your followers, queue to save future you

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cactusrabbit:

crazy-pages:

firebirdeternal:

probablyquestionablerpgideas:

mirriky:

probablyquestionablerpgideas:

A city where necromancy is legal and actually a part of every day society. So long as you follow a specific set of laws to make it seem a bit more ethical, you’re allowed to use it to do anything from helping you in a fight, to helping you run your business. In fact, there are entire shops or restaurants where the staff are undead. Laws to handle the undead could be things like:

• The corpses used cannot have flesh on them for sanitary reasons, especially in the case of businesses. Those who raise undead who are more than just bone will face a fine dependent on their situation.

• Similar to how people can donate their bodies to science, or donate their organs to those in need, people can choose to donate their bodies to necromancers before their death.

• If it is unknown if a person wished for their body to be donated after death, and they have been dead for 150+ years, you’re allowed to raise them. If next of kin is still alive, you must get permission from them first.

• You must take care of the undead in your charge. Keep them clean and unbroken. If one of them starts to get too much wear and tear, you are required by law to respectfully lay them back down to rest. Failure to do this will get you a hefty fine.

I’m making a town like this and the tavern will be called the Skelet-Inn

Fucking brilliant

I mean, take it a step further, if you aren’t sure if someone would want their body used after their death, call them up and ask them. It’s less taxing to cast a Commune with Dead spell than to raise an active skeleton, and this way you know for sure whether they mind, so there’s no ethical ambiguity. 

Most local dead consider the idea of skeletal labor completely normal, so they tell the necromancer that they waive all rights to the corpse for public work purposes as a formality and then go back to their afterlife.

For private employ however it’s customary to pay a small stipend to either a living relative or a charity of the ghost’s choice in exchange for their corpse’s labor. 

Due to the prevalence of public works done by skeletons, Necromancers are seen in much the same light as government functionaries. They’re stereotyped as mild mannered people who do an important service but are also really boring at parties.

Small skeletal animals are great pets for people with allergies and small children as they have no fur/dander and are quite sturdy and docile. They make great therapy animals as they require little training and seem ‘happier’ when given tasks to do. 

Human skeletons and the skeletons of larger animals are often seen following their masters around at market, holding baskets and bags and pushing carts. Some people dress them in seasonal outfits and accessories. It’s a point of pride to have a well-dressed, sparklingly clean skeletal helper.

I am a big fan of subverting the traditional way to do things, but the logistics of this… lol

Okay, so being a necromancer would be similar to being a doctor in that it takes years of study and practice (animate dead is what, a 5th level spell?), and practitioners would need to be licensed. Maybe they have to do X number of hours of additional training every year to maintain said license. Great. Fine. Pretty straightforward.

But the amount of paperwork required… oof. First, there’s tracking individual consent. Do you go down to town hall and register as a skeleton donor? Do people carry ID similar to a health card that indicates if they’re okay being raised, reincarnated, and/or animated? (iirc, being turned into an undead prevents a character from being brought back, so knowing if someone wants to be raised or not would be super important)

Then, do people have to prove they’re in their “right mind” to make this decision? Can next of kin override someone’s wishes after they die? What’s preventing unscrupulous businesses from “buying” someone’s debt in exchange for their eternal labour? What are the afterlife implications/ consequences of having your skeleton animated? How do you differentiate between skeletons? How is control passed from a necromancer to an ordinary person? Can it even be passed? Can control be usurped/ stolen? Does using the turn undead ability now become illegal? What about rebuke undead?

And there are always going to be illegal shenanigans going on in the background. Unlicensed necromancers, forged paperwork, stolen bodies, improper maintenance leafing to health hazards, etc.

… welcome to how my mind works when I see a cool world building idea…

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the-actual:

standing-in-the-rain29:

unashamedly-enthusiastic:

evabuddieva:

sophiaforevs:

unashamedly-enthusiastic:

Lainey Molnar

My favorite thing about this is that the “traditional” woman isn’t always on the left. By switching it up the artist is really committing to the idea that the right way for a woman to be is however she wants.

Just wish some of the women were plus size..

I really love how much Lainey’s art and positivity is bringing people joy and I really hope you’re checking out her insta, it’s full of so many more

It got better

Okay I haven’t reblogged this addition

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cock-dealer:

cock-dealer:

being physically disabled in queer spaces is so isolating

attempts at making queer spaces more accessible for us are often met with backlash from abled lgbt people who think we are being divisive when really we want to just be able to participate like everybody else. we are cut off from so much of the world and then the door gets slammed in our face from the people we are supposed to trust. it’s so upsetting

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regina-del-cielo:

mrdarcysdadbod:

yeetbean:

mrdarcysdadbod:

mrdarcysdadbod:

mrdarcysdadbod:

mrdarcysdadbod:

So in What Matters in Jane Austen, the author points out that Lizzie and Jane are constantly going off to have their own side conversations and gossip with each other, moreso than any other set of characters in Austen, and now I’ve decided a necessary feature of any modern au is Lizzie just CONSTANTLY texting Jane. Like the second any conversation ends she’s texting Jane about it. If she’s feeling particularly mean she’ll just text Jane while you’re still talking.

Further thoughts- Lizzie sends a lot of short texts, Jane generally replies with one message to every 5 or 10 of Lizzie’s (but her replies always encompass everything Lizzie said). Darcy sends essay length texts and always ends with a period like some weird old person. Which brings me to the absolute devastation of Darcy sending a long ass text to Lizzie that you know he spent half an hour composing and then he paces for ten minutes waiting on her reply and when his phone beeps it’s just.

“k.”

@shipatfirstsight

YES yeah yes uh-huh yep.

And Lizzie is 150% the kind of shady that takes screenshots and definitely has accidentally sent them to the wrong person before. The mortification of screenshotting one of Darcy’s fucking novellas and sending it back to him w several puke emojis that were meant for Jane.

He’s “🎩💎🎩Fitzwilliam 🎩💎🎩” in her phone and he thinks it’s charming or maybe fond but it’s really so she can have a giggle anytime he texts her.

Mr. Collins’ visit is just Jane and Lizzie sending the “😬😬😬” emoji back and forth

@regina-del-cielo

The most agonizing fifteen minutes of Darcy’s life are after he sends his thousand word Love Confession Slash Neg and the three dots keep appearing and disappearing and he’s like “oh god what’s she gonna say” because Lizzie always replies IMMEDIATELY and finally she just responds like.

“Yikes dude”

And he throws his phone across the room.

Chris ur tags make this so much better omg

“that’s how this works right” has me thinking abt the fact that Darcy WILDLY misinterpreted the majority of their interactions which is how the disaster proposal even happened bc he was like “haha me and Lizzie are having a GREAT time flirting :) she’s so funny and smart wow I’m glad we’re enjoying hanging out, the two of us, mutually having good conversations” meanwhile Lizzie has spent every minute in his company quietly seething with hatred.

#darcy getting rejected is like. wait i thought we were having fun. were we not having fun???#and Lizzie is like. were it not for the laws of this land i would have slaughtered you. @mrdarcysdadbod

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Ugh, I’m at that stage of hair growth (and have been for awhile) where I want it like… 3 inches longer, or to just chop it off. But for ~reasons~ my hair hasn’t grown much for a year or more. Like… I can see my roots growing out, but the length isn’t increasing at anywhere near the same rate.

(For reference, my roots grew an inch and a bit in two months. My length… I’d be lucky if it increased by an inch in the last year)

So… should I just accept that I shall never have the long hair I want, and cut my hair comfortably short (gods do I hate the feel of hair on my neck in the summer), or do I just keep plodding on as I am?

(Also, there is no way I can afford hair extensions for at least 3 or 4 years)

Thanks my lovelies

misskirby:

i grew up with exceptionally terrible parents who treated me in exceptionally terrible ways, and like most people suffering from a similar life pattern, i’m stuck in the rest of my life having to open the drawers in my mind, pull out all the open pocket knives my parents shoved in there when i was a child, and then close them. part of that, weirdly enough, has been scoping out parenting discussion boards, whether it’s to read about people who are really good with their children, or really bad with their children, or are stuck somewhere between, where for every thing they get right they seem to get another thing wrong. and every single time, whenever teenagers are involved, some parent brings up “teenage drama”, and i really, really, really, immensely, and incredibly, and in every single direction, hate that phrase. i want to burn “teenage drama” or “[sigh] teenagers, you know?” or “teenage angst” or any variation thereof literally to the ground. almost all of the time, it’s used like this:

• an excuse to treat the problems of a kid - even if they seem irrational to someone who is older - like they’re insignificant and not worth caring about. i don’t care how dumb it seems, if your kid is upset, they are upset for a reason, and your job doesn’t end when they stop crying or screaming, it ends when you know why and are helping. i don’t care how dumb the reason they’re upset is, if it ends up being miniscule and irrational - congratulations, you have a teenager, i guarantee you that will happen. but even if it feels very immaterial to you, you still have a hurting kid, and that hurt is real whether you think it should be or not.
• a justification for behaviors that are self-destructive as being endemic to teenagers as a whole rather than a symptom of an underlying issue. kids don’t hurt themselves, other people, destroy property, use substances, because they’re idiot teenagers who exist to be 80s teen movie villain stereotypes. all of those behaviors have underlying causes, and oftentimes, it can be traced back to painful circumstances, and it is the job of a guardian to face that, whether you like it or not.
  

Very good points.

While I didn’t have bad parents, it was a somewhat common expression/belief from all the adults in my life that “teens are more trouble than they’re worth” or, as my great grandmother once said: all teenagers should be buried up to their neck in the backyard until they stop being little sh*ts.

I’m not sure why this was/is a mentality that exists… it’s not like teenagers are new, or that the changes they go through are different from the changes teens went through a hundred, or a thousand, years ago.

I wonder, sometimes, if the massive neurological changes we undergo as our brains grow and rewire themselves make it so we have problems remembering our experiences as teenagers.

Obviously we have the memories of that time, but so often it seems like adults have forgotten the feelings/sensations that went along with those memories.

Perhaps it’s related to how we don’t actually remember pain. Perhaps it’s something else entirely. I’m not a neurologist or neuro-psychologist.

But for the people who don’t have teenagers, haven’t worked with them, and/or no longer remember what it’s like…

Here’s a little thought experiment.

Imagine how you would feel if, for the next week, every day a different part of you stopped working the way you were used to, and started working in a different way.

On Monday, your nose stops smelling things, but starts getting itchy near magnetic fields. Then, on Tuesday, your pinky fingers turn into second thumbs.

Wednesday and Thursday are internal changes - you can no longer digest sugar or coffee without getting sick. You don’t know what “benefit” you’ve gained from this.

Friday, you can longer speak, and must now burble. People mock you, even though everyone goes through this at some point. Saturday you can talk again, but everything you say has a burble-y quality to it from now on. Also, you lose all your hair.

It’s finally Sunday and the end is in sight! Except nothing happens. You know there are more changes, but that doesn’t make them happen. Halfway through a date the following Friday, you grow gills and your feet become flippers. The changes are now complete, though your date is horrified and you’ve been banned from your favourite bar.

Plus, for this entire week, you are not allowed to make any decisions without the approval of someone at least 15 years (and more likely 20 to 30 years) older than yourself. Where you go, what you do and when you do it, who you see/speak to, what you eat, and even how much you’re allowed to sleep.

Ta-da! That’s the life of a teenager!

***

So yes, there is a lot, physiologically, going on. People joke about “raging hormones” but yeah, in all seriousness. Teenagers are dealing with a lot of hormonal changes.

People think of “hormones” as only being what makes you “horny” or “emotional” but hormones are literally how every part of your body functions. We all have a ton of them, all the time.

So it’s not fair to say teens are “hormonal” or brush off their (sometimes seemingly random) emotions. They’re dealing with a lot, and it can be hard and frustrating and scary and confusing. As an adult in a teen’s life, it’s our job to help them weather these changes and make the transition from child to adult.

And yes, it can be hard to find a good balance between being completely in charge and responsible for everything and allowing a teen to learn, experiment, and grow into themselves. There is no one-size-fits-all way to navigate it. Every kid is different, and what they need from each adult in their life is also going to be different.

No one ever said being a parent, caregiver, teacher, coach, mentor, doctor, therapist, etc., etc. would be easy.

And for all the kids/teens out there who have parents/adults in your life who act like your feelings and experiences, needs and wants, are wrong or an imposition, or somehow a problem, please know that you are valid. How you feel and think is worthwhile. You are not a burden.

Sometimes people can’t even look after themselves, let alone others, and they might try to make those they are responsible for feel wrong and greedy and ungrateful, but it’s only so they don’t feel guilty about failing in their responsibilities (as a parent/decent human being).

This is NOT your fault.

You are a unique and wonderful person worthy of existing. I hope you are able to find a safe place to live, exist, and grow. And I hope you are able to unlearn the negatives and become a caring and compassionate person who will make the world a better place simply by existing.

Much love to you all

xoxo

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agwitow:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

joyflameball:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

assisted living facility for vampires and other immortals

You’re stringing words together

doggy day care for werewolves

mortician-owned day spas for zombies

couples therapy for haunted houses and their occupants

public swimming pools where mermaids & selkies play water polo on kelpies

fyi all of these are amazing art prompts and no I will not be taking criticism

These… these would be so great as a series of cozy mysteries.

Like, maybe it starts with one of the “senile” immortals and one of the nurses trying to solve some supernatural crime. Maybe another resident of the assisted living facility is being framed for killing a tourist, and even though the accused has no alibi, our heroes are positive they’re innocent, so they start poking around.

Then in book 2, one of the wolf-pups goes missing. People think the kid wandered into the nearby forest and got lost, so there are SAR groups combing the forest, but there’s something fishy about the disappearance, so our dynamic duo start investigating.

Book 3 involves the owner of the zombie spa being accused of grave-robbing and using stolen body parts to keep their clients looking fresh. The mortician spa owner asks our heroes to clear their name (because they have a bit of local fame after the first two cases)

In book 4, the nurse moves into a haunted house. Couples therapy is required. It somehow links to, or assists with, an unrelated crime. The immortal may or may not be a former lover of one of the ghosts. They may or may not get back together by the end.

For book 5, the mermaid/selkie/kelpie water polo team has chlorine poured into their saltwater pool. The dynamic duo has friends on the team, so they obviously have to investigate. The local police keep threatening to arrest them for obstruction. The centaur police chief, part of the centaur water polo team, may or may not be involved in the chlorine incident…

Uh-oh lol

So I told my mom about this, and… well… it looks like we will be co-writing the cozy mystery series…

Whoops lol

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

joyflameball:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

assisted living facility for vampires and other immortals

You’re stringing words together

doggy day care for werewolves

mortician-owned day spas for zombies

couples therapy for haunted houses and their occupants

public swimming pools where mermaids & selkies play water polo on kelpies

fyi all of these are amazing art prompts and no I will not be taking criticism

These… these would be so great as a series of cozy mysteries.

Like, maybe it starts with one of the “senile” immortals and one of the nurses trying to solve some supernatural crime. Maybe another resident of the assisted living facility is being framed for killing a tourist, and even though the accused has no alibi, our heroes are positive they’re innocent, so they start poking around.

Then in book 2, one of the wolf-pups goes missing. People think the kid wandered into the nearby forest and got lost, so there are SAR groups combing the forest, but there’s something fishy about the disappearance, so our dynamic duo start investigating.

Book 3 involves the owner of the zombie spa being accused of grave-robbing and using stolen body parts to keep their clients looking fresh. The mortician spa owner asks our heroes to clear their name (because they have a bit of local fame after the first two cases)

In book 4, the nurse moves into a haunted house. Couples therapy is required. It somehow links to, or assists with, an unrelated crime. The immortal may or may not be a former lover of one of the ghosts. They may or may not get back together by the end.

For book 5, the mermaid/selkie/kelpie water polo team has chlorine poured into their saltwater pool. The dynamic duo has friends on the team, so they obviously have to investigate. The local police keep threatening to arrest them for obstruction. The centaur police chief, part of the centaur water polo team, may or may not be involved in the chlorine incident…

Woot woot!

Semi-serious question here, but… what’s the etiquette on “you’re very nice” type compliments?

Like, I’ve gotten better at accepting compliments in general, but saying “thank you” feels weird in this context? As if I’m saying “thank you for noticing!” And saying “I know” definitely doesn’t work.

So… what does one say?

It’s just basic human decency?

I’m not being nice – I’m mothering you. You are my child now?

Shit! You noticed?

Well, that fills my quota for the day?

I’m secretly a villain, so the niceness is a facade?

It’s a trap to lure you into complacency, so you’ll never suspect me until it’s too late?

I kicked a puppy yesterday, so I’m just trying to balance my karma?

Ah-ha! Thank you! By acknowledging it, you’ve broken the curse an evil fairy placed on me when I was a baby?

Good. Good. Feed my ego and I shall continue to be “nice” to you?

Damn. Must have rolled a Nat 1 on my Intimidate check again?

New phone. Who dis?