“But how can you justify a player character with a (non-disinherited) noble background in a dungeon-crawling fantasy game” well, the most obvious approach is a fantasy setting whose nobility practices cognatic primogeniture where, instead of “first son inherits, second son goes into the military, third son becomes a priest”, it’s “first son inherits, second son goes into the military, third son becomes an adventurer”. From the player’s perspective, it handily explains why the title comes with little material support from the family; from the family’s perspective, there’s an unspoken understanding that most of the spare heirs will be eaten by a dragon (or whatever), thereby simplifying the inheritance situation, and the few survivors will become great assets.
(There is, of course, the possibility that a surviving third son, having grown powerful and understandably harbouring some slight resentment, may return, kill his elder brothers with dark magic, and take over the dynasty, but in practice this almost never happens.)
… couldn’t Adventuring just be the fantasy equivalent of “Father send me to the War against the French to learn command and bravery”. Except it’s dungeons, magic and monsters.
Unfortunately not. One of the reasons it was traditional for the second son to go into the military is because it carried a warrior’s prestige without being especially dangerous in practice; any noble family of means would be able to purchase them an officer’s commission that would keep them off of the front lines, and you don’t actually want the second son to be in constant mortal peril, because you need a backup heir in case the eldest son dies unexpectedly. Being an adventurer – at least as depicted in most fantasy dungeon-crawler settings – carries too much real danger to play that role.
considering the third son is a priest and adventuring parties need healers who are often clerics
I’m in the mood to cast aside all remaining pretensions to any scintilla of humanity that may be left in this cacophony of desires which lesser men have the temerity to call Self, descend into the orderless, colorless foam that incomprehensibly undergirds the ordered, colored bubble of perceptible reality which as of yet has deigned to snuff us out, a descent far deeper than that to the hadopelagic depths or into the very heart of
Boötes
- no! this is a descent mediated by Mind, through Mind, to where Matter and Mind are unified
grandly, and there treat with the desirous cacophony, asking of them a single boon, heedless of all consequences: to know all (at least to a reasonable approximation, naturally) if only for the most fleeting of moments (not that I have aught to give in recompense, but undoubtedly each quale to whom I plead “knows” well how poisoned is the chalice from which I would drink my life-ending draught, for no one, nay, not even these elemental overlords of this panpsychic realm is unbound by Law, and should my pleas be heard it is Landauer’s principle that would be my undoing, the energy flowing through my every nerve erasing and rewriting me a quintillion times over, the Earth my heat sink - an arc of fire sweeping the globe, a great circle, the death-rictus of seven billion beings, coming back round again to its source at last - so who knows with what dark humors they would field the enormities of my self-actualization?) or go to Taco Bell.
they can try all they want but AI speed paints/art process videos will never capture the intensely human artistic endeavor of drawing and undoing and redrawing the same simple shape or line 400 times rapidfire in a drawing thats pushing you closer to the edge with every lift of the pen
Been influenced quite a bit with how comics here on tumblr are formatted, so I’ve been experimenting lately with how I possibly want to upload sketches and stuff in the future–these little comics were mostly experiments on how high or low effort I would like to go.
In other news, I’ve finished this game twice now. I’m officially a follower and I’ve got ideas spinning in my head. This bodes poorly for me.
I hate “consuming content” and scrolling immediately to the next thing.
People used to be excited about the art that other people created.
People used to want to share that excitement with creators.
I hate this future.
Once someone tagged art that I made with “woah” and I think about it at least once a week. Someone else said “oh neat” once. Someone else WROTE A WHOLE DAMN POEM IN THE COMMENTS. Anyways even just one word can change how someone sees their art. You don’t even have to think about it too hard. You could put a keyboard smash and I’d probably cry from joy.
I’m also trying hard to interact more, I understand that it’s hard to break away from opening your phone and being in Content Consumption Mode.
Five-year-old Mariam,🕊with her bright pink backpack and tiny hands clutching a red rose, was ready to head to her KG2 class. It was a Saturday morning, October 7, and Mariam was filled with excitement and pride for reaching the next stage of her education. She wanted to surprise her kind teacher with that little rose. But in an instant, her world — our world — was torn apart.
Without warning, the skies filled with the sounds of explosions. The joyful morning turned into a nightmare of dust, fear, and destruction. Her preschool was shattered, her teacher’s life taken, and our neighborhood became a place of ruin. That single day marked the beginning of a relentless assault on Gaza — a place where childhood dreams, laughter, and innocence were erased in moments.
I am Khaled Ismail, a 41-year-old father, and my wife Rasha is 32. We live in Gaza with our three children. Our youngest, beautiful Mariam🕊, is just five years old. Our eldest, Walid, 12, is a boy full of dreams, always hoping to become an inventor. And in the middle, there’s Karim, our 10-year-old, whose laughter and jokes used to brighten our darkest days.
But the war has left scars that words cannot heal. The day of the first airstrike changed everything. Rubble covered their toys, and black dust filled the air. The sound of my children’s cries mixed with the chaos of families running for their lives. We left our home that day, desperately searching for safety. But every step, every shelter, brought only more destruction.
For a year now, we have been displaced, moving from one place to another, only to be met with more violence. Today, our home is nothing more than a frail tent. It offers no shelter from the burning heat of summer or the biting cold of winter. My children’s small bodies are battered by this reality — malnutrition, intestinal infections, heat stroke, and even hepatitis are constant threats.
I have nothing left to change our situation. My children have lost everything. I have lost everything. Their childhood is buried under the rubble, their dreams replaced by survival, and their once-joyful laughter now a faint memory.
I am humbly reaching out to you with a plea to help us escape this endless nightmare. Our dream is simple: to find safety, to give our children a chance at life, to give Mariam and her brothers a future. With every dollar, you offer a glimmer of hope, a step closer to a place where they can finally be children again.
Please, be the reason my family finds peace. Your support, even just one dollar, can make all the difference. Together, we can turn this story of despair into one of hope and resilience. Start today, and be a part of the miracle we need.
HelpMariam🕊. Help my family. Let us find a place to live with dignity and hope. Thank you for reading, and thank you for caring.
Hello everyone, my name is Mohammed and I live in Gaza.
The occupation has destroyed my educational journey 🛑🚨.
I have always dreamed of becoming an engineer, but the war, which has destroyed schools and universities and halted the educational process, in addition to the loss of many students’ lives, has greatly affected my ambitions and led to a loss of passion for education. Now, all I wish for is for this war in Gaza to end..
I ask for your help in gathering support to save me and my family, and to leave Gaza so that I can continue my studies and achieve my dream of becoming a skilled engineer.
I need your help to raise money to save myself and my family and to leave the Gaza Strip, so I can continue my education and achieve my goal of becoming a skilled engineer.
I am working hard to achieve this goal despite the challenges I face in my daily life here. Life in Gaza is filled with difficulties, but I am determined to continue my education and achieve my dreams, no matter the circumstances.
I'm Amal, 33 years old. My husband Eyad is 39, and we have seven children: Hala (15), Nour (13), Abdelrahman (11), Mohammed (9), Omar (6), Ahmed (4), and baby Hoor, just 7 months old.
In the blink of an eye, we awoke to a devastating barrage of bombs. The war had begun, and soon tanks surrounded us as the northern Gaza Strip was declared off-limits. We fled immediately from the north, leaving behind my husband who had to stay with his elderly father who cannot walk. The presence of checkpoints and the prohibition of vehicles forced my husband to remain in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood in the north of Gaza.
My four-year-old son, Ahmed, suffers from diabetes. It is a constant struggle to find insulin injections and test strips. Weeks go by without being able to check his sugar levels, leaving me in fear of whether his levels are too high or too low.
Ahmed’s condition break my heart
My children are the love of my life
I fled on foot, just ten days after giving birth. I carried my ten-day-old baby and my other young children, alone, fighting for their safety. A few days later, the northern Gaza Strip was completely isolated, leaving my husband trapped.
I cannot bear the panic attacks that Hoor suffers from the constant bombing
It was incredibly difficult to care for my children without my husband, moving from one place to another. I finally sought refuge in a shelter school in Deir Al-Balah.
My children have been deprived of their father, who used to provide all their needs. Their schooling has been halted, and their mental health is in ruins due to the war. My baby girl cannot get proper nutrition and is unable to sleep due to the constant sounds of bombs.
We share our room at school with 40 people, lacking water and sanitary supplies
My husband remains in the north, experiencing severe famine. Periodically, I manage to contact him, learning that he is still alive, but his situation is dire.
We want to escape Gaza and survive this tragic war, to build a decent life for my family, providing the basics of life: food, medical care, and a safe home.
Your donations can make a world of difference for us. Every dollar can help us escape this nightmare and start anew. Your generosity can reunite our family, provide essential medical care for Ahmed, and ensure my children grow up in a peaceful environment.
Hello dear🚨🚨. I am Hesham from Palestine from Gaza and I speak to you with a sad heart about what happened to me and my family, I was seriously injured in the war in my left foot since March 2024, and until today I have not received treatment. I am married and have 4children Oday, Mahoud and Mohamedand Noor, my wifeSalam gave birth to a baby girl, but unfortunately as a result of the war my child died due to lack of food and water, air pollution and lack of money. And share the link on social media that will be kind of you. May God make you happy all your life, thank you. Please help us get out of life’s crises and the woes of war.🌿
Help a Family from Gaza Rebuild After Losing Everything
My name is Mohammed, a 22-year-old from Gaza. Before the war, my father worked in the West Bank to support our family. However, since the war began, we lost all contact with him. Now, the responsibility of taking care of my family fell on me and my twin brother hosam. Tragically, my brother was killed by a sniper while simply trying to bring food for our family.
Today, I am left alone, trying to care for my mother, Jamila, my five siblings—Yasmin, Asma, Nermin, Jameel, and Ahmed—and my grandmother, who suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure.
Our lives were already challenging, but the war shattered everything. I used to work to support us with my car, but it was destroyed in a bombing, leaving me unemployed.
Another sister, Asma, graduated with an outstanding GPA of 91.8% and was working as a lecturer at Al-Aqsa University before the war. She dreams of continuing her education and pursuing a master’s degree.
The airstrikes destroyed our only safe haven—our home. We were forced to flee to southern Gaza, seeking refuge in Rafah. But even there, we had to evacuate and move to Khan Younis, though we had to stay on the move, never finding lasting safety.
Now, we are left homeless, without an income, and with very limited access to basic necessities. We live in constant fear, unsure of what tomorrow holds. Our situation is dire, and we are in desperate need of help to cover Yasmin’s medical expenses, continue my siblings’ education, and care for my grandmother and the rest of my family.
Any support you can offer will help us rebuild our lives and endure this unimaginable hardship. Your generosity can give my family a chance to heal, pursue their education, and live without the constant threat of losing everything.
Thank you for taking the time to read our story. We appreciate any help you can provide.
To everyone who is reading this, see my child’s condition with your heart ❤️❤️
I ask you to extend a helping hand and stand with my child to provide an insulin pump to save my child’s life from danger and maintain the level of insulin in his body🙏.
He suffers from episodes of diabetic coma due to insulin instability and he is still a seven-year-old child 😔.
This pump will help him regulate his sugar level and help me monitor his condition around the clock 📊.
My little boy needs your help so that I can buy it for him and provide him with other medical supplies.💊🩸
We need to reach €10,000 as soon as possible to secure this🙏🙏
Donate and spread the post to your friends, and I hope that you and your loved ones stay well⚘️⚘️
✅ Verified campaign – please check the end of the story 🔍📌
🚨 🚨Urgent Appeal 🚨🚨
My name is Jaber Al-Haj, a graduate with honors in Applied Chemistry. I currently reside in Kuwait, but my heart and thoughts are constantly with my family, who remain in Gaza amidst the ongoing war and devastation. My wife, Muna, and our 2-year-old son, Hashem, live under the constant threat of violence and uncertainty. Every day, I worry about their safety and well-being, and my greatest wish is to bring them to Kuwait, where they can find peace, security, and a fresh start.
After graduating, I started a small cleaning products business in Gaza with my brother, Aboud. We built a modest lab from scratch, and over time, it became a stable source of income for our family. We dreamed of expanding and creating more opportunities, but our hopes were shattered when relentless airstrikes destroyed everything we had built, reducing our lab and future to rubble.
The war didn’t just take away our business; it also separated me from my family. It has been over a year since I’ve seen my wife and child in person. Unable to travel back to Gaza, I feel helpless being so far away from them during these difficult times. Despite all my efforts, it has been equally challenging to bring them to Kuwait, where I could offer them the safety and stability they so desperately need.
The Goal of This Campaign:
I am aiming to raise $29,000to help bring my wife, Muna, and our son, Hashem, from Gaza to Kuwait, reuniting us and ensuring their safety far from the dangers of war. The funds will also help me rebuild our business in Gaza with my brother, Aboud, by securing a new location, purchasing equipment, and restarting production—giving us a chance to restore our livelihoods and hope for the future
Please stop ✋🚨 you’re the only hope to save a child🥺
My son Mohammed is in critical condition after being shot by Israeli drones. He has been taken to the operating ⛺️ and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.
I need your help please share and donate!
Help us provide the care he needs.
No matter how small your donation is, it can save Mohammed.
I am Massa and my name means jewel. I am from the completely destroyed city of Gaza. I was displaced with my family to Deir al-Balah in the central region….
My family, consisting of many children, young people and the elderly, live in tents in a very miserable situation with a lack of all the necessities of human life….
The elderly in my family need medication on a regular basis, which is not available, and if available, it is very expensive….
We have been living in tents for more than a year, winter is coming, the tent is worn out, and we are sleeping in the cold and frost…
We are in a very miserable situation. Diseases and epidemics have spread among us…
We are in dire need of donations to get out of this miserable situation and buy food, medicine, winter clothes and prepare the tent for winter…
My name is Mohammed, and I’m 35 years old, working as a nurse in a hospital here in Gaza. My wife, Diana, is 27, and together we’re trying to give our two young daughters a safe, stable life in a place that knows so little of either.
Our journey began in December 2023. That was when the military ordered us to evacuate our home in Al-Nuseirat. With only minutes to decide, we grabbed what we could carry, took our little girls, and moved to Khan Yunis, hoping it would be safer.
But our time there was short. We were ordered to leave Khan Yunis, so we packed up again and moved to Rafah. For a moment, we let ourselves hope that this would be the end of our running, that maybe we could start to rebuild. But Rafah wasn’t safe either. Another order came, and we had no choice but to return to Al-Nuseirat, despite the dangers.
Today, we’re renting a small apartment in Al-Nuseirat. It barely fits us, but it’s the only place we can go. We live every day in fear, wondering if the next evacuation order will come. Each move takes away a bit more of the stability we try so hard to create for our girls. Every time we’re forced to flee, it feels like we leave behind pieces of the life we’ve worked to build.
There’s little left to hold on to but each other, and the hope that maybe one day we’ll finally find safety.
Recently I have been very sick from spending a lot of time on the streets, enduring cold and this worsened my health, I was afraid this would happen, and it did. I have to be with oxygen cylinders to be able to breathe better when I got agitated, I am lacking a lot of air, and I am left without breathing, I am going to be discharged but I need to be in a cool, warm place, without humidity, and they ask me to take care of me a lot.
Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.
Your support, no matter how small, could be the lifeline that guides me back from the abyss. With your generosity, I can embark on the journey toward reclaiming my shattered spirit, toward finding light in the midst of this suffocating darkness.
I’ve seen the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where hamlet has no idea he’s being spied on and just goes off on ophelia because he’s hangry. I’ve seen the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where hamlet knows he’s being watched from the start and the whole thing’s an act. I’ve seen the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where hamlet figures out he’s being watched half way through and gets super mad at ophelia for betraying him. now I want to see the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where ophelia covertly nods at where polonius and claudius are hiding, hamlet gets the idea, and they’re both in on the performance the whole time. I want classically trained shakespearean actors to give us their best best show of bad acting. I want ophelia to mouth some of the most cutting lines to hamlet before he says them. I want hamlet to frown exaggeratedly at her and for her to take this as a cue to start crying. I want hamlet to go grab her by the wrist, her to wince, and him to automatically loosen his grip. I want them to stage hamlet dragging her around by the ear using classic stage-fight techniques. I want them to be aggressively in cahoots with one another because they know each of their bastard father-figures are watching.
I want this for the lols of seeing them trying to fake-fight on the spot, to give ophelia more to do than just be the victim, and so it never crosses ophelia’s mind that hamlet’s actually losing it a little bit.
that is, until she hears how her father died.
Oh my GOD.
…
OPHELIA [talking just a bit too loudly and clearly] Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day?
HAMLET [distracted, not quite getting it yet] I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
OPHELIA [even louder, pointedly so] My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them.
HAMLET [caught off guard and genuinely perplexed] No, not I; I never gave you aught.
OPHELIA [exasperated silent sigh, meaningful stare] My honour’d lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. [in an undertone, gesturing with her head to where her father and his uncle are hiding:] There, my lord.
HAMLET [after a second or two of silent realization, loud and theatrical] Ha, ha! are you honest?
OPHELIA [exaggeratedly startled] My lord?
… and so on.
You’re a genius
They actually did something like this in York a few years back! Hamlet entered the stage and Ophelia jerked her head in the direction of the eavesdroppers , Hamlet mouthing a question and she nodded. Then they started talking putting on a performance for the spurs- BUT Hamlet pushing too far. He gets agitated, yells his insults and really does hurt her feelings but only notices he’s gone too far when she rushes away- which in a way made it even worse cause it was obvious she could not tell anymore when he was performing or being genuine- and it showed how deeply shaken their respect and trust in each other was by the events happening around them after all.
they both were being robbed of their agency, becoming playballs of sth bigger than themselves DESPITE everything they try to do avoid exactly that.
This is exactly the kind of dramaturgical possibility that I love.
And how DARE y'all shatter my heart into a million pieces like that.
My name is Mohammed, and I’m 35 years old, working as a nurse in a hospital here in Gaza. My wife, Diana, is 27, and together we’re trying to give our two young daughters a safe, stable life in a place that knows so little of either.
Our journey began in December 2023. That was when the military ordered us to evacuate our home in Al-Nuseirat. With only minutes to decide, we grabbed what we could carry, took our little girls, and moved to Khan Yunis, hoping it would be safer.
But our time there was short. We were ordered to leave Khan Yunis, so we packed up again and moved to Rafah. For a moment, we let ourselves hope that this would be the end of our running, that maybe we could start to rebuild. But Rafah wasn’t safe either. Another order came, and we had no choice but to return to Al-Nuseirat, despite the dangers.
Today, we’re renting a small apartment in Al-Nuseirat. It barely fits us, but it’s the only place we can go. We live every day in fear, wondering if the next evacuation order will come. Each move takes away a bit more of the stability we try so hard to create for our girls. Every time we’re forced to flee, it feels like we leave behind pieces of the life we’ve worked to build.
There’s little left to hold on to but each other, and the hope that maybe one day we’ll finally find safety.
The same is true if you want me to take “narcissistic abuse” seriously.
If someone was abusive because of a mental illness, they wouldn’t be surrounded by people cheering them on. They’d be surrounded by people wondering what the fuck is wrong with them.
Every type of abuse you can think of is considered normal for parents to inflict on their children under some circumstances. So if you want to stop parents from abusing their children, you need to dismantle the power that parents have, not scapegoat mental illness.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m autistic, I’m not American or because there’s a special gun telepathy… But I don’t understand how mirroring would infer you’re a liar here?
Okay, so this is a very particular Thing that happens largely in the American south. It’s the shotgun wielding dad “what are your intentions with my daughter touch her and I kill you I’m the head of the household” trope irl. My father has never actually done it, but he was given a gun by another man when my sister and I were very small to be prepared.
So to the dad, anon just challenged his authority and his manhood. Dad is already threatened by his daughter having a boyfriend (and potentially eventually moving out due to that boyfriend/marriage), now anon is saying “I don’t give a shit about you or your threat” as far as the dad is concerned. So anon saying he didn’t mean it that way is what’s triggering the “liar” comment.
It’s a very patriarchal woman as property thing that crops up especially among white Southern Christians. I would lay money based on this story and my own experiences that anon is the girl’s first boyfriend and that she’s in the kind of family environment where she will live with her parents until marriage, a very literal dad giving daughter away at the altar situation.
Anon probably does not have sisters and didn’t have all of this subtext made text constantly throughout his life, even though him carrying on a daily basis suggests some level of immersion in gun culture
Tl: Dr the American south is a very weird place, he’s violating some established power lines and then “acting clueless” when the dad reacts to the social transgression
Ooooooooh!!!…. It is in fact special gun telepathy, but you must be THIS misogynistic to ride. I think I got it.
This was actually very helpful, and disturbing.
I think there’s also a level of, like:
Dad shows gun = “If you hurt her, I will kill you.”
Boyfriend shows gun as well = “I also suspect you of being capable of hurting her and anticipate having to defend her.”
And “hurt” in a dating context (or at least this specific gun related one) usually just means heartbreak, but “hurt” in a father/daughter context would more often be abuse.
So there’s an implicit accusation he could read into it that turns the conversation into:
Dad: I think this relationship might not work out, and you will hurt my daughter’s feelings.
Boyfriend: Well, I think you are physically harming your daughter, and brought this gun to show you I mean to rescue her.
Dad: How dare you! At least accuse me outright, for such a strong claim as this.
Boyfriend: I shall never say it outright, and therefore you have no evidence against me to use to kick me out right now.
Dad: So you plan to play ignorant if I bring your accusations to my daughter, and make me look crazy?
i was recently denied life-saving gallbladder removal surgery by my GI specialist due to being “too fat” (i’m 300 lbs and very muscular) and “needing to lose 10 -15 pounds and waiting 2 - 3 months in order to get the surgery”. i was then signed up for bariatric weight loss surgery before i could get the gallbladder removal despite the gallstone stuck in the neck of the organ as well as the other stones inside of it causing me to be incapable of keeping down food
i ended up getting the surgery done by a local hospital with far better doctors, but the initial denial had me so defeated. if you are fat and have ever been denied important surgeries, life saving or otherwise, because of your weight, i am so sorry and you should never have to face that. most surgeries are not impacted by weight in the slightest. this is usually an issue with the surgeon’s skill as a surgeon.
i was told by every other surgeon i met that weight has no bearing on a laparoscopic gallbladder removal surgery. at the other hospital i was also told that anesthesia wouldn’t work on me or that i wouldn’t survive it. yet again i was told by other surgeons that was also not the case. most surgeons worth their paygrade can do these surgeries after just… trying and learning how to work with fat bodies.
i was told by the surgeons and nurses in the ER that it’s ridiculous for the other hospital to behave as though fat people will never need surgery of any kind ever throughout their lives, for one reason or another. it’s unrealistic. most people will encounter a potential surgery in their life times, no matter their weight and it’s unprofessional to just give up when someone above a certain weight threshold needs help.
my heart goes out to you especially if you’re trans, intersex, gnc, and queer and have been denied top surgery or other gender affirming care surgeries because of your weight. this is also medically unethical and done for no reason other than fatphobic transphobic bias. you do not need to lose weight to get top or bottom surgery.
in a queer discord server im in there was a notice today. "please refrain from using she/her for anyone today because [one specific trans guy]'s dysphoria has been really bad due to a family event". i continued to use she/her for my wife, obviously. got asked to use they/them "just this once" "for his sake"
i responded "im not gonna misgender my wife for your comfort" and swiftly got kicked out of the server. lmao
please tell me this is a joke 😭 nobody’s masculinity is that fragile. surely. surely.
i don’t think that men with masculinity so fragile they can confidently ask an entire chat full of people to not reference she/her pronouns for a full day are in any position to laugh at anybody.
anyway, “boy who is so sexist he’s afraid of pronouns” is a much funnier meme.
literally just “Women should cover up their bodies so men don’t get distracted or make bad decisions” with a trans coat of paint.
can you imagine the backlash there would be if trans girls said that trans men shouldn’t pack in queer spaces, because it could give us dysphoria? or that trans men shouldn’t have facial hair in queer spaces, because it could give us dysphoria? it is only ever women who are expected to change our presentation for the sake of men. just like in wider cisgender society, wow, who’d’ve thunk it?
can you imagine the backlash if a trans girl asked a queer discord server to not use he/him pronouns for the full day? can you imagine the vitriolic hatred that woman would face? wow, it’s almost like the double standards of the gender binary have implications on the trans community too 🤔
My coworker and I were discussing where to get decent bras the other day and I got to complaining and said “man I get that it’s an investment that’ll improve my life but part of me doesn’t wanna spend the money when I’m just getting these shits cut off anyway” and in the reflection of the window next to us I saw her just freeze up and bluescreen AND I REALIZED I NEVER CAME OUT TO HER
I think it’s important to remember, as a rule of thumb, if you take advantage of a social service, it actually makes it easier for other people who need that service to access it. Most of the time, when these services get cut, it’s because politicians will look at usage and say “see, no one is really using this thing, we can afford to trim the budget for food stamps by at least half”. Whereas if you decide to step up and use these programs, even if you feel like you “don’t really need it”, at bare minimum it’s another data point advocates can use to say “hey, look, people are using this thing, this is an important service we are providing, do not cut our funding”.
I work at a nonprofit, and it is absolutely wild explaining to folks that being part of a program that reduces their energy bill actually helps us get funding to help even more people get energy bill savings.
You aren’t taking resources from anyone by using programs you qualify for. You are making a case for those programs being important enough to continue to exist and (in many cases) grow.
We live in a world so controlled by the idea of resource scarcity that we reason “If I get help, that must be taking help away from someone else!”
Wizard who got tired of fighting and casts fucked up unethical spells like “super brain hemorrhage” to end them faster
One time I did “Summon Water” inside a guys lungs and the GM allowed it because he had been playing for years and never seen anyone do that
Me “I can raise the temperature of a space by 5 degrees (Fahrenheit) per success” DM “Okay.” Me “And that’s 6 successes, so 30 degrees…” DM “Okay…” Me “And ‘inside the human body’ is a space, right?” DM “…I don’t like where this is going.” Me “So I’m going to raise the temperature inside his body 30 degrees.” DM “Yeah, so he’s dead now. He was fine, and then went through all the stages of heat stroke in half a second before his body went ‘No thank you’ and just shut off to stop it from being so hot. Good job.”
ALT
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