For my followers living in the UK—it is extremely likely that members of parliament will convene on Wednesday, November 15th, to vote once and for all for whether or not the UK should join the majority of the world’s states and vote for a ceasefire to protect the citizens of Gaza.
This is historic. The UK is one of the most powerful nations in the world and on the UN council,and it is one of the few that had been staunchly opposing a ceasefire for the past month. If the UK supports a ceasefire, it would go a long way in securing peace and dignity for the Palestinians.
Please, please write to you MP and demand that they support the ceasefire. Organisations are asking people to implement the idea of “No Ceasefire, No Vote"—let those in power (especially MPs who may not support the idea) know that they will not be voted for in the coming elections if they stand against this.
This is a link that sends the email for you. It takes less than a minute. If you would like to edit it to add your own reasons, do that.And if you’re not British, share the hell out of this post.
So I want to say something here that’s worth mentioning:
The internet as we know it today is completely un-navigatable without an adblocker of some form. It’s likewise completely unsafe. While an adblocker won’t prevent user-end actions that lead to viral compromise, the situation is so fucking dire that even the fucking feds recommend you use an adblocker.
I was/still am an IT professional for longer than some of you reading this have been alive. Putting an Adblocker on a clients computer, regardless of if it’s consumer grade or corporate, is the first thing I do. Most ad blockers allow you to white list websites in order to avoid having to deal with shit like what Youtube is doing.
Youtube is preying upon consumer ignorance of white listing in an effort to generate revenue via Youtube Premium. It’s fucking dumb as hell, and it’s going to directly lead to another wave of compromised systems across the board.
Do not be misinformed. Ad blockers absolutely are a necessary part of the modern internet usage. Please read the wiki on your adblocker of choice (I recommend Ublock Origin) and read up on whitelisting. Don’t fall for this fucking scam Youtube is pulling, and most certainly don’t stop using your Ad Blocker.
I actually don’t think that Premium is the goal here—I think the goal is to get as much user data as possible regardless of whether or not they’re paying customers. I have a very good reason for believing this.
See, I have Premium, and I have for like four years. I am exactly what you would assume they want all users of the platform to be. I pay monthly for access to a handful of features that I find useful, and they don’t serve me ads at all.
I still make sure to block all tracking cookies whenever possible, because I’m not using the Internet strictly for YouTube, and I’m not in the business of allowing myself to be tracked all across the web when I can avoid it.
A couple weeks ago, YouTube stopped working for me entirely. After having it running in the background more or less all day while I was drawing, it suddenly stopped loading anything but the skeleton.css stylesheet, which looks like this:
Nothing here is clickable, it’s literally just a bunch of static graphical elements. I couldn’t access my account, settings, anything. I was completely locked out of the service.
I did some digging, and found out that this is one of the things that happens when the anti-adblock protocol catches up to uBlock Origin and shuts down people who refuse to remove that protection. But…I have Premium. The platform doesn’t serve me ads at all. There is absolutely no reason for them to block my access to the platform.
Still, I tried turning uBlock Origin off, and it didn’t change anything. Weird.
Eventually I got ahold of someone in tech support, and I was told to do the following:
Stop using Firefox, reinstall Chrome, and only use that to access YouTube. This is because that is apparently the only browser that is “truly compatible” with the platform, and if I’m using another one then they can’t promise that it will work. (This is a lie, and after a half hour of back and forth with the agent she admitted it, linking me to a page showing all compatible browsers, among which Firefox is prominently listed.)
Completely uninstall any adblockers I have on any browser that I use, because having them at all could cause YouTube to block my access. I was not told to whitelist YouTube, I was told to completely uninstall the extensions on any and all browsers, and then try to access the platform again. This kind of explains the fact that turning UBO off didn’t work—the implication here is that my account was flagged as having an adblocker active, even on an alternative browser, and the account itself would be blocked until they were removed.
I was told that unless I completed both of these steps—and these were the first troubleshooting steps offered to me, as a note—then we wouldn’t be able to move forward with the tech support process. Literally, if I did not do these things, the agent would not even attempt to provide any more help. I basically told her that was unacceptable, and we went back and forth for a while longer. She told me that adblockers are not a form of Internet security, so removing mine would not leave me vulnerable to anything, and told me to install Chrome an additional four times. I told her that I was not going to install Chrome. She told me that we couldn’t move forward unless I carried out every step she instructed me to do in order to fix the problem.
I told her that I was sorry if I seemed nasty, but it seemed like she had no intentions of actually offering any help and was just following a script telling her to make me install Chrome—and that she needed a better script. Her response was “I’m sorry I don’t have better news for you,” and that ended the conversation.
Again, one more reminder, I have Premium. I am not being served ads at all. That didn’t matter, I was still instructed to uninstall those extensions outright, and refused assistance or access to a platform I pay for unless I agreed to do so.
Want to know how I got the platform to load again?
I manually turned off JUST the tracking cookie blocker.
They don’t care about users’ money, they care about users’ data. They care about knowing what you are doing and where you’re doing it, even when that information isn’t being used to serve ads.
Anyway I cleared my cache/cookies, updated the extension, logged out, restarted Firefox, manually turned the tracking blocker back on, and logged back in. It’s worked fine since then.
unrelatedly people are always like “lmao what was supernatural doing in superwholock” and i’ve said that myself in the past but actually no. what was SHERLOCK doing in superwholock. like i know the answer is queerbait but also like. supernatural and doctor who as sprawling sci fi behemoths lasting longer than is plausible deliberately veering into ridiculousness featuring a Heroes Breeze Into Town monster of the week format and universe-level stakes and a WHOLE lot of speculative “what if what if what if” . sandbox shows cultural curiosities. sherlock is NOTHING she’s DUST. britishness does not a similarity make
[at the nuclear reactor being arrested by the feds]
no no please you don’t understand i need the uranium to feed my kobold boyfriend he needs it for his bones or he will be weak during the hunt and then get exiled from his clan
There’s an adhd hack which I wanna describe but it’s going to sound sort of fake and sort of like I’m saying “just do the thing” which I’m not.
Basically it can be impossible to start doing the thing, but once you’ve started it, it’s actually fine right? It’s just FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE to start it, especially because you don’t want to do it.
So I’ve got this way where I start it “without meaning to” a bit like if you were standing on the edge of the cliff and unable to make yourself jump off but… but you can jerk your body violently– then you’re falling and you don’t really get a say in the matter any more.
A good example of this is not wanting to make a call. So you’d sit there and plan what you want to rehearse and hit the button when you’re ready… or not, because actually you’d put the phone down and run off to do literally anything else.
So instead, I just hit call really fast, with no actual intention to make the call. Oh shit I really don’t want to but now it’s ringing and oh shit someone picked up and now we’re already rolling and it’d be worse to hang up than to just talk–
I do the same thing with timers and work tasks where I’ve trained my brain to only be ‘winning’ the 'game’ when the 15m timer is running so now if I hit the timer I’m like 'oh shit work started and I’m LOSING’ and I’ll jump up to do exactly 15 minutes of work… Only now I’ve already started and I might as well keep going, right?
Turning tasks into “reactions” not “actions”– And reacting is way easier.
It’s kind of setting the “poor impulse control” part of ADHD against the “Procrastination” part and making them fight.
[Image ID: a twitter thread of 31+ tweets spanning 10 images, dated 22nd May 2017.
Image 1: a tweet by Dr. Paul (@/DrPnygard) that reads On this day in 1967, a show featuring a kindly man in a cardigan & blue sneakers debute- [tweet cuts off]. Included is a photo of Mr Rogers, a white American man with bushy dark eyebrows and greying straight hair, looking over his shoulder while seated obscured by a colourful red object.
This tweet is replied to by Anthony Breznican (@/Breznican) who’s 31-tweets-long thread begins by saying 50 years … I have a story to tell about this man.
Image 2: A lot of people are sharing this quote after the heartbreak in Manchester. It’s also the 50th anniversary of Mr Roger’s Neighborhood. 1/
The tweet includes a black-and-white photo of Mr Rogers smiling to camera with the following quote added: “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers.- You will always find people who are helping.’” -Mr Rogers
Fred Rogers was from Pittsburgh, my hometown, and my generation grew up loving this man, who taught us to be kind above all. 2/
Image 3: Fred Rogers was the real thing. That gentle soul? It was no act. 3/
As I got older, I lost touch with the show, which kept running through 2001. But in college, one day, I rediscovered it… 4/
I was having a hard time. The future seemed dark. I was struggling, lonely, dealing with a lot of broken pieces and not adjusting well. 5/
I went to Pitt and devoted everything I had to the school paper, hoping that would propel me into some kind of worthwhile future. 6/
Image 4: It was easy to feel hopeless. One span was especially bad. Walking out of the dorm, I heard familiar music: 🎶 Won’t you be my neighbor… 7/
The TV was playing in an empty common room. Mr Rogers was there, asking me what I do with the mad I feel. (l had lots to spare. still do) 8/
It feels silly to say - it felt silly then - but I stood mesmerized. His show felt like a cool hand on a hot head. I left feeling better. 9/
Days later, I get in the elevator at the paper to ride down to the lobby. The doors open. Mr Rogers is standing there. For real. 10/
Image 5: I can’t believe it. I get in and he nods at me. I do back. I think he could sense a geek-out coming. But I kept it together. 11/
Almost. 12/
The doors open, he lets me go out first. I go, but turn around. “Mr Rogers… I don’t mean to bother you. But I wanted to say thanks! 13/
He smiles, but this has to happen to him every 10 feet. ‘Did you grow up as one of my neighbors? I felt like crying. Yeah. I was. 14/
Image 6: Opens his arms, lifting his satchel for a hug. “It’s good to see you again neighbor: I got to hug Mr Rogers, y'all! 15/
I pull it together. We’re walking out and I mention liking Johnny Costa (he was the piano player on the show.) We made more small talk. 16/
As he went out the door, I said (in a kind of rambling gush) that I’d stumbled on the show again recently, when I really needed it. 17/
So I just said, “Thanks for that.” Mr Rogers nodded. He paused. He undid his scarf. He motioned to the window, & sat down on the ledge. 18/
Image 7: This is what set Mr Rogers apart. No one else would’ve done this. He goes, “Do you want to tell me what was upsetting you? 19/
So I sat. I told him my grandfather had just died He was one of the few good things I had. I felt adrift. Brokenhearted. 20/
I like to think I didn’t go on and on, but pretty soon he was telling me about his grandfather & a boat the old man bought him as a kid. 21/
Mr Rogers asked how long ago Pap had died. It was a couple months. His grandfather was obviously gone decades. 22/
Image 8: He still wished the old man was here. Wished he still had the boat. You’ll never stop missing the people you love, Mr Rogers said. 23/
The grandfather gave Mr Rogers the row boat as reward for something. I forget what. Grades, or graduation. Something important. 24/
He didn’t have either now, but he had that work ethic, that knowledge that the old man encouraged with his gift. 25/
“Those things never go away,” Mr. Rogers said. I’m sure my eyes looked like stewed tomatoes. 26/
Image 9: Finally, I said thank you. And apologized if I made him late for an appointment. “Sometimes you’re right where you need to be,” he said. 27/
Mr Rogers was there for me then. So here’s this story, on the 50th anniversary of his show, for anyone who needs him now 28/
I never saw him again. But that “helper” quote? That’s authentic. That is who he was. For real. 29/
Image 10: When Mr. Rogers died in 2003, I sat at my computer with tears in my eyes. But I wasn’t crying over the death of a celebrity 30/
I was mourning the loss of a neighbor. 31/end
/end ID]
‘You’ve made this day a special day, by just your being you. There’s no person in the whole world like you, and I like you just the way you are.’
I remember hearing that, as a little kid, and not being able to believe it. And he kept saying it anyway.
Decades later, after much of my own therapy to undo the learning that led to a pre-school kid not believing that she was lovable just the way she was, I was watching an episode. I don’t remember what prompted me to seek it out, but I do remember bursting into tears when I heard that again.
Because it felt a little easier to believe. And because I realized, as an adult, how important it was to hear that as a kid. Repeatedly. Even if I couldn’t believe it. As a kid, I couldn’t trust that he meant it. As an adult, it was so clear that he did. And I was so grateful that he had planned those seeds. They took awhile to germinate, and still need constant tending. And I’m so grateful that was modeled somewhere for me.
Yes, such a claim makes him look like a small-minded piece of shit. To us. But we still shouldn’t help Musk create revisionist history.
Musk bought Twitter because he fucked around and found out. He wanted to fuck with Twitter’s stock price by feigning interest in buying it. Since that’s illegal, he was then cornered into actually buying it for an insanely inflated price.
He’s a transphobe. He’s a bad father. But he’s also a fucking idiot.
This. Please remember that he committed blatant market manipulation by not disclosing that he owned shares of Twitter when he was fucking with the stock market. The SEC was watching him very closely already, and so when the cost became more than what the entire company was worth, he had no choice. Remember when he had his gaggle of lawyers try to get him out of it by saying Twitter didn’t disclose all of the information? That wasn’t Twitter, it was him trying desperately to get out of a purchase he didn’t want in the first place.
Control Panel For Twitter extension/addon also bypasses it. both of these are great for curating a much better twitter experience idk how people can use twitter raw. its like tumblr without xkit. please do yourself a favor AND tell elon to fuck himself and his silly rate limits
Whats xkit?
A browser extension for Tumblr which makes it a lot more customizable and a lot more user friendly.
those posts always go around that are like “if you’re on Tumblr and you’re over 25 blah blah blah” but honestly if you’re on Tumblr and you’re under 25, I don’t know how the fuck you found this place. like I came here when it was actually kind of cool and then just never left because all my stuff was here. what’s your excuse
Whenever I’m on the street children throw large pebbles at me and say “This is only somewhat due to your bad tumblr posts. There are multiple reasons for this.”
peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
dont do this
I really hope its not too bad bc i actually love both components.
it forms a dry skin at the top made of the sour pellets. not a great start.
tastes really good actually. i also feel like i am about to explode.
do not do this.
Unanimous consensus: Do not do this
Other people: Hold on I’m about to do this
Great job everyone, maybe we can get all of Tumblr to try it someday.
The duality of this post:
I have prepared some of my own, pairs quite well with peach 4loko mixed w some of the pasta water
I don’t know what everyone else is on about, this is delectable
I made some Sauce for the Spaghetti with the Pasta Water :3
My dad already hates my taste in triple chocolate coffee with chocolate creamer (which I have as a morning treat occasionally but oh boy does it make everyone else in the house want to hurl).
Or just go to browse and hang out! I promise it will be inspiring :)
It’s also a lot easier to do research in a library; sure, it’s one thing to have internet access, but it’s another to have wifi access to databases and books on the topic an approximate two minute walk away.
[Image above: Two tweets by RyanFMandelbaum, text:
First tweet: I am begging freelancers and remote workers to consider working at the library instead of a cafe
Second: why should you do that? because our libraries are being defunded and “quiet space to work” is one of the whole points of the library, which is free!! if there’s no demand for the library then what ammo will they have against the gutting?
I think I could confuse any horror movie villain long enough to save my skin. I sincerely believe that. Pinhead would tell me they’re an explorer in the furthest reaches of experience and I’d be like “damn so have you ever had like… really good bread? That’s a fuckin experience. Like really nice whole grain soda bread. Dude, I have a recipe. Yeah. It’s really good bread. Oh actually I know a great bakery. Yeah.”
Do you remember that Aussie sword guy who used to talk about medieval weapons?
And, like, he seemed pretty good at talking about swords and shit. He seemed to have a good grasp of the history and tactics. He’d analyze movie weapons for their realism and that was fun. He did demonstrations with real weapons. For a time I really looked forward to his videos popping up in my feed.
He seemed like a harmless sword-fighting aficionado.
But then I guess he wanted to spread his wings. So he started down an anti-woke path. Giving questionable critiques about media and feminism. He started defending boob armor by showing historical examples even though most of those were decorative and not battle ready like in the games.
Then he admitted he was a fan of The Daily Wire.
And that was disappointing.
I missed him nerding out about swords, ya know?
Well, Shad decided to spread his wings again.
He has become…
*bad French accent* An artiste.
You see, he types words into a little box. Then a little robot does a google image search and steals a bunch of art. Then that robot reconfigures that art to be nearly indistinguishable from the source material. Well… aside from the occasional artist watermark.
Whoops!
A.I. art is very difficult. Sometimes when you type words into the box you get a woman with 5 lopsided anime tiddies. Or 20 fingers on one hand. It takes time and effort and experience to type in the perfect magic words so that you get something close to your imagination that doesn’t belong in some sort of Lovecraftian horror ripoff.
For example, check out this cool “pirate hat” I asked A.I. to place on my head.
Clearly, I am not skilled enough at typing words into a box to get a proper pirate hat.
It. Is. Not. Easy.
I heard someone say you have to type things in a box for 10,000 hours before you start getting truly masterful generations.
I mean, you can’t type “marathon runners” and expect that to actually work.
THIS REQUIRES SKILL, PEOPLE.
And I am a lowly amateur. I can only dream of becoming the box-typist Shad has honed himself into.
The thing is… Shad is very upset.
He is upset that you don’t like his “art” and he is ready to die on this hill.
So… before he croaks on a mound of bullshit, he has something to show you. He has created something truly brilliant and when you see it, he is convinced you will validate his considerable efforts.
Before I show you his “Not. Easy.” artistic masterpiece I’d like you to sit with what he has said for a second.
Ruminate in the verbiage.
Process the ideas and points of view presented.
Digest his plea for you to accept and love his hard won battle after typing words into a box to manifest his imaginings.
Doge is 17 and peacefully enjoying cherry blossoms with her beloved family, she would not hurt a fly, she would not lie to us, she would not let Elon Musk pet her
You’re not creating real people, you’re creating the illusion of real people. You don’t have to mention their favorite food if it doesn’t come up, you don’t even have to know it, though if they were actual people they’d have one. You can throw plot events at your characters to force them to take certain actions, or you could just rewrite the characters to be the kind of characters who would take those actions anyway. Your characters have a life of their own in their own little world, but don’t be afraid to play god to get what you want out of them.
In the vast majority of cases, a character’s strengths and flaws should be the same thing. There are exceptions (you can have a character be clumsy for the lols without needing to find some way that it’s an advantage), but for most character traits, the difference between a flaw and a strength is the situation at hand and learning when to indulge it.
desire is the source of action, so your characters should WANT things. all of them should have something they want that’s good for them, something they want that’s bad for them, and something that’s just a little silly, for spice.
If companies didn’t forcibly switch their free trial to a payment plan immediately after the free trial ends so that I have to be extremely cognizant in order to not be taken advantage of, I would actually do free trials and have a better chance of deciding to buy their subscription or whatever. But because I have to be on constant alert to make sure I cancel the free trial before they use my forcibly-given credit card information to charge me money without my consent, I never do the free trial that they believe will convince me to pay for their product.
Posts that remind you how pirating becomes the norm
black and orange might b the classic Halloween colors but let us not forget purple and pale turquoise they are 100% as ghastly and ghoulish
The thing is the colors of Halloween are all of the colors. You’ll see Halloween promotions like “we made our milkshakes GREEN!!! Spooky!!” or entire product lines where it’s all red because that’s like gothic vampire stuff or devilish. Blue motifs for haunted mansions, white ghosts and bones and ivory, pink guts and blob monsters, Halloween just celebrates every possible color palette and aesthetic.
i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because they’re the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought “i’ll check if they’re also crooked in my other mouth” and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths
A few months ago, I thought to myself “Mmm I’m so tired… how much longer in this one again?” and I knew instinctively what I meant by ‘this one’ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.
In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice “the Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyes” and I don’t know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.
i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved
One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something
When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said “I died once” and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because “I got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the end” (my exact words) and I met god and she (she’s a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you
this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot
one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself “i haven’t checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(“ and i didn’t think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a “what the fuck” moment
I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:
-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that ‘this time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properly’ and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives I’d known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like I’d woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.
- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and they’re talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like “that looks like it aughta hurt”. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply “only at first”. And he’s like “what do you mean” and tiny me just shrugged and said “well there’s a place beyond the hurt where everything just stops” and he turned the telly off and left the room.
- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt I’d been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that ‘my next breath would come as a rebirth’. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.
- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said “I have a friend in there”. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didn’t realise what I’d said. She still tells me I’m the reason she can’t walk past that graveyard anymore.
- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.
- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey don’t do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered “ha, not this time” and didn’t really think about it until later when I realised I’d nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).
- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I can’t really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, “And how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?” And I replied, almost verbatim “I weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.” He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said “till next time then” and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.
So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.
When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking.
My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We don’t need to be in the same room for this.
We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldn’t reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard.
Shit dude yall are cursed
I love this thread
I’ve had several experiences like this and if you ask my family, it’s because we were cursed by a witch several generations back. But! Highlights include:
My great grandmother died when I was very young (like four years old). I told my parents that she had come to say goodbye to me before leaving. I knew she was dead before they did.
Sharing dreams was mentioned and while I’ve never had the same dream at the same time as someone else, I have regularly had dreams about a woman named Faith. For years, I didn’t tell anyone about her bc tbh she kind of creeps me out and is soothing in equal parts. Come to find out, my dad also has dreams with Faith in them and his dreams involving her deal a lot with death, like mine do.
Every house I’ve lived in since I was a child has been haunted, but they haven’t all started out that way. My grandmother thinks it is the family that is haunted, not the places. (There’s that family curse coming back in to play.)
I’ve had a reoccurring nightmare since childhood involving running through a city with cobblestone streets as a child along with several others. By the end of the nightmare, me and all the children have died. The first time I had this nightmare, I woke up crying and saying that everyone had died again and I still couldn’t stop it.
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend I called “Woo Woo”. He was very tall, had no hair, and typically dressed in red. I never thought anything about this after getting older until I was babysitting my little cousin (who was five or six at them time) and she told me that Woo Woo had told her to tell me he said hello and was sorry he couldn’t visit like he used to. I had never told her about Woo Woo.
my family also has a bunch of these stories
I predicted 9/11 when I was 3 because I had a recurring nightmare two nights in a row in the days before the attack and wouldnt stop trying to warn my family about it
also when I was 3 my mom woke up in the middle of the night to me talking in my sleep in her bed saying goodbye to my dad who had passed away earlier that day
I insisted I was my mom’s grandmother for a long time as a child, saying that I was both her daughter and her grandmother
my mom’s first husband woke up from a dead sleep from a nightmare and woke her up and asked about her sister bc he had a bad feeling. 2 minutes later the phone rings and it’s a police officer notifying my mom of the sudden death of her sister in a car crash that evening
my mom lost her family pearls when I was about 10 so naturally she accused me or my friends of stealing them, but I insisted that none of us would have. she called her friend who was a psychic who sometimes consulted with the police in the area and her friend was like “I see your pearls in some dark powder under cloth, like towels” and my mom was like “well that’s not much help.” 3 months later my dad finds them outside in the garage under some rags, coated in some black cleaning powder that had gotten knocked over. no one knows how they got there.
up until I was about 12 I had a regularly recurring dream that I was running in a wetland during sunrise with a group of people. it was always very blurry and more of a feeling than actually seeing it but the person to my right had red fabric on their sleeve and was carrying what might have been a musket. I still have that dream but it only happens once or twice a year, if that
I’ve had a bunch of dreams involving being with people I know but can never remember when I wake up/running both to and from things in a city/being very very angry and feeling lost and they all feel connected but they’ve gotten less common
when I was little I lived at chesapeake bay in norfolk, virginia which, fun fact, is surrounded by wetlands, and once when we were at the beach I apparently looked out at the bay and then at my mom and said, dead serious, “they’re gonna come help us”. my mom asked what I meant. I didn’t answer bc I wanted to play in the sand
that area is basically one big american revolutionary war site, just for the record, and the french came in to help the colonists
we occasionally still go over to that area, mainly because of the amusement parks/school trips, and every time we leave I have this godawful ripping sense of loss, like there’s still something there for me and I’m leaving it behind
- when my one cousin was little he was filling out a worksheet or something that asked ‘what is your earliest memory?’ and he said he remembered being on a boat with Jesus looking at a family on the beach, described his father’s 12 year old self perfectly, and described a sand sculpture our grandfather had made in great detail (he was an artist, but died waaay before this cousin was born and like half the family pictures are missing so there’s really no way he could’ve known about one specific art piece out of thousands, and get the dates right), and he apparently told Jesus that was the family he wanted to be born into, which like….🥺
- when I was little I saw a dog and said something like ‘that look’s like taffy!’ (my mother’s childhood dog) and she asked me how I knew that and I said ‘I saw her with grandpa in your tummy, duh!’ and she asked me what her father looked like and I said ‘I don’t know, he was blocking the light’ (he died when she was pregnant). she told her mother about it and they pressed me for more details, and I ended up describing what I remembered him wearing- which turned out to be the outfit he was buried in, that was bought specifically for the burial so I couldn’t have seen in pictures. my grandmom fully left when she heard that and wouldn’t babysit me for a couple days lol
- I once had a very vivid, very long nightmare where I was trapped in this…museum, or mansion, with a team of people, and we were being hunted down by a lion. this itself would’ve been bad enough, but in the dream I also had a young (5-7?) daughter named Ingrid, and I spent the entire dream absolutely terrified of something happening to her. I woke up, very suddenly, before the dream concluded, and I was hit with this indescribable feeling of loss because I had no idea where Ingrid was or if she was alright. It took me like half an hour to even realize she wasn’t real and I was in my house. Even after I realized that I still couldn’t calm down because she felt real and I had to find out what happened to her. I spent the whole morning crying and was depressed for weeks. sometimes I still wake up groggy thinking ‘where’s my daughter!!’ and uh! it’s really stressful!
- I also have a tendency to get hurt in dreams?? It’s not as bad as when I was a teenager- back then, I used to have recurring dreams where I’d get attacked by a tiger, and I’d wake up feeling excruciating pain wherever the tiger had got me. Like, he bit my leg? And I’d wake up fully taken over by leg pain, sometime it would take 15 minutes to half an hour to go away. I one time had a dream where I got shot in the neck and felt myself slowly drowning in blood until I woke up. If I get hit for whatever reason in a dream I usually feel it. Actually, I’ve had a shoulder injury for a few months now (it’s literally just Not Healing rip) but I literally got it in a dream. I don’t remember how it happened but I did something in the dream that really fucked up my shoulder and when I woke up it still hurt so much I couldn’t move it…and I wasn’t even laying on that side! there was no sign that I had been moving too much in my sleep, and I actually woke up because the pain was increasing when…there was nothing physically there hurting it. idk man
- my mom weirdly prophesizes pregnancies in the family. she’ll have a dream that a relative gives birth to ‘twin babies born without brains’ and then, within weeks that same relative is announcing they’re pregnant (luckily, all of them have been single babies with brains included lmao)
- I had an imaginary friend when I was little that was Probably a ghost, but she was just a nice old lady so everyone was pretty chill about it. A couple month’s ago we were talking about her for some reason, and my mother mentioned something about her husband and I was like…what? And she was like ‘You told us Harriet had a really mean husband, he’d stay in the back and glare at you while mouthing the word ‘die’ over and over but no sound ever came out of his mouth’ and I’m like??? HELLO???? I have absolutely no memory of this. I could describe the woman to a police sketch artist in perfect detail but I can’t remember a single thing about this man threatening me like…I’ve been freaked out ever since my mom brought it up
- One time I woke up and was just…absolutely certain I was forgetting something. Like, a lot of somethings. I knew logically I had gone to bed and woken up the next day, but it felt like….I was missing so much time in between that? I was so distraught over the feeling I had to cancel my plans for that day. I think I literally texted one of my friends ‘I think I got Donna Noble-d??” it was just so…overwhelmingly weird
- Also…my very earliest memory is almost exactly like that. It was my 4th birthday and I just…blinked. And came into existence. I know obviously I existed before then but that was what it felt like. I was just suddenly this conscious little being sitting in a living room. I didn’t know my name, I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t know anything that was going on. My mother, after calling my name a few times (I didn’t respond because I didn’t know I was Molly) came in to see if I wanted breakfast and I remember after a few moments straight up asking her “do I call you mommy?” and she thought it was funny. I remember my father getting me to go upstairs to get dressed because it was a big day and I didn’t know why, he had to explain it was my birthday and we couldn’t be late for the party. At the party I had to be introduced to everyone, all my relatives and friends, and my parents thought I was just being shy but like…I fully did not know what was going on. When I was a kid it was almost like…a traumatic memory for me, everyone would always recount their first memories as something normal or fun and I’d be having a low grade panic attack whenever I thought about it because it just felt so wrong. Like I was missing something? I’ve calmed down about it now, like I still think it was bizarre but I’m not gonna start crying or anything, but like…what the fuck, you know?
that’s all I got for right now but like…I have a love/hate relationship with these weird little events
im into some fucked up shit. raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. brown paper packages tied of with strings. i could go on but you couldnt even handle it
