“Aw man I wish you could like go on ~platonic dates~ with friends and like sleep in the same bed as your friend and cudddle with your friends and have someone that you don’t just hang out in groups with but like, have long deep conversations and share secrets”
I don’t know what the fuck happened to you guys younger than me in your formative years but literally everyyyything you’re describing is something that was included in the concept of ‘best friends’ as it was repeatedly presented to me as a child and teen.
SOmething happened along the way that got so many people thinking that ‘friend’ is ‘anyone and everyone you repeatedly have ‘friendly’ contact with’ and that’s NOT TRUE.
We need to seriously bring back the word ‘acquaintance’. You need to familiarize yourself with it.
Because all of you complaining about having friend groups full of people who talk shit about you or exclude you? You don’t have friends, those are acquaintances.
Those ‘friends’ who don’t actually know much about you and aren’t that concerned about you? Acquaintances.
Those ‘friends’ you know who wouldn’t go one on one with you shopping, to lunch, to the movies? Acquaintances.
You are acquainted. You know each other. You are friendly towards each other. But that’s it. You’re not friends.
Somewhere along the way the term ‘friend’ became ‘anyone you know and talk to in a positive manner’ and that’s fine but in that case we ALSO need to re-legitimize the term best friend.
Because to a one, every post whining about ‘platonic mates’ and pining for ‘platonic dates’ is literally just someone wishing they had a best friend.
All of them.
Addition: You can be friendly to someone without being friends. Everyone who is friendly to you isn’t necessarily your friend.
And that’s okay. Having people in your life that are not and never will be your friends is normal and good.
It helps you see and thus value who your friends actually are. They’re special people for a reason.
the concept of cuddling or sharing a bed with a best friend (who isn’t my spouse) is horrifying to me, OP. people’s boundaries fall in different places and having extremely intimate physical contact with friends who aren’t romantic partners is *not* intrinsically included in the definition of friendship.
Hey.. honey…
Did you know that just because something exists doesn’t mean you have to do it?
Just because YOU don’t want to lay next to your best friend doesn’t mean it’s suddenly not normal for anyone to do it. And it doesn’t erase the fact that for children AND adults, it’s normal to lay in bed together and talk, fall asleep together, sleep over, hug, etc.
You may prefer friendships without intimacy. That’s on YOU. That doesn’t suddenly mean it’s not within the realm of the Normal Human Experience of friendship to do so.
Your issues are YOURS. Whether or not YOU want to sleep with your friends is irrelevant to my point at large, which is that the relegation of intimacy to romance is atrophying friendships, and the idea that everyone you ever meet and interact positively with is your friend. I never said ‘go sleep with your friends you have to now’ (wtf)
One 10 year old child ate pieces of sharp metal from a fence and other 14 year old child doused herself in petrol and tried to set herself on fire.
From the article:
“Am I concerned that children could die in Nauru, that some of these refugee children could die? I’m absolutely concerned about that. I’m reasonably surprised that no-one has,” said Dr Vernon Reynolds, a former child psychiatrist on the island employed by the Australian Government’s contractor, International Health and Medical Services (IHMS).
“They stop eating much, they stop drinking much, they stop looking after their day-to-day self cares… They stop interacting with people, they stop talking, they stop doing anything they might have done for interest and enjoyment and they really just exist in their bed.”
THIS IS SHAMEFUL. THIS IS A NATIONAL DISGRACE. THIS IS WHAT SCOTT MORRISON OVERSAW AND ENSURED WAS KEPT QUIET WHEN HE WAS IMMIGRATION MINISTER AND THEN DUTTON DID THE SAME.
We are failing these children. We as a nation are destroying innocent lives. We’re literally torturing children with despair and hopelessness until they’re so wracked with mental health issues they waste away and attempt suicide.
Fuck the government for this disgraceful lack of humanity. Children have been locked up for 5 years in Manus and Nauru - some for their entire lives and this is a direct result of the cruel and inhumane policy of indefinite detention. These are only the latest in a long list of horror stories of people committing suicide, being beaten, abused, dying from lack of medical care, tearing out their teeth, going on hunger strikes, and more. Tell your local MP and Senators you won’t stand for this. Tell people this is happening. Tell them that this the kind of policy Scott Morrison is fine with and that we as a nation are not. We cannot let another election go past without this being an issue that everyone is aware of so it can stop.
ok hc keith is good at cooking but only in large quatities his dad used to bring him down to the fire house and hed help papa kogane cook on his days so keith is utterly incapable of cooking for less than five ppl like five is just the smallest he can go it just feels too little if not ,,,,
i? fn love this?? headacanon? so? fn? much? like,
keith is really great at cooking from scratch. the firehouse kept a lot of the same staples on hand at all times so keith can work wonders and make diverse meals out of just beef, beans, some veggies, assorted spices, and cornmeal. just. the wonders. hot sauce goes on everything. which is why hunk and he dont like to share a kitchen. “how can people taste the food if youre burning their taste buds, keith?!”
and honestly this headcanon is so fn perfect for ketihs found family which,, IS HUGE. basically this headcanon is the best way to highlight hte fact that keith grew up surrounded by people who loved him, protected him and doted on him– went through the biggest tragedy a child can face– only to come out the other side with a slew of people who literally walk side-by-side with him through hell. so of fucking course hes gonna whip out those cooking skills and sit them down and teach them about the magic of using a tortilla for every meal of the day.
I made more..
So he only knows how to cook in large batches for like 5+ people,, and we’re talkin 5 firemen,, so really like batches for 8+ people- a lot of food. Perfect for the journey back to earth
Please imagine the team stopping on a semi-lush planet, and hunk’s doing the “scavenging for food thing” and keith just,, pops up. Out of a bush. Like a daisy. “Hey hunk, need help”
And so they sass around the mulberry bush,, lookin for noms
And they get back to camp and keith just goes into “the cook” mode, choppin shit and separating it out, lightin fires and what have you. And hunks just,, “okay.. Gotta feed /counts/ 9 people? Plus a wolf” keith “lol i got this”
Starts throwing stuff in the pot (in my head its gotta be a stew, i just see keith being really good at making chili) hunk is lowkey disturbed at how casual keith is about eyeballing his measurements, nervous cause hunk doesn’t /know keith can cook.
But anyways keiths got that food simmering, stirring and tossing scaps to the wolf like “yea he prefers raw food, i almost got him to fetch once by tossing some chunks of food around and bribing him to come back mid-bite with more food,, still didnt work”
Hunk learns a lot about keith’s journey while they cook (and by a lot i mean at least *some* things as compared to the rest of the team which knows 1. Space whale 2. Galra mom 3. Altean colony, see: romelle 4. Space wolf 5. Fuck lotor)
So the foods done cooking and everyone gathers round (they weren’t there to watch the food cook cause Reasons(™) so they just assume keith was there to help serve and nothing else. They start complimenting hunk on how delicious the food is and “man, youve outdone yourself”
Hunk is really quick to be like “LMAO hope you all don’t die this was made by keith” as he takes in a large mouthful of his own portion.
Romelle just hums happily while hugging her bowl. Pidge and allura are studying the aroma, coran starts going off about how the spicy-ness reminds him of some wild shit pop pop wimbleton used to make. Lance has to put the bowl down to properly gesture ‘YOU CAN COOK?!’
Shiro “thank the ancients we wont starve if we survive this war”
I would like to run a panel called ‘So you’ve discovered your favorite content creator is an asshole, what now?’
My next panel will be called ‘How to describe dark-skinned characters in fanfic without making them sound like an item off a starbuck’s menu’
It’s called “The Writers Weren’t Tricking You: How to spot the difference between legit queerbaiting and you just being delusional over two dudes who just stand next to each other.
My mother suffers from migraines that are often triggered by scent. This can range anywhere from cleaning products, scented garbage bags, cologne/perfume and so on. As such, she’s had to ask for accommodations in the facility she works. This has included wearing surgical masks, industrial respirators, and having a perfume/cologne free work environment.
Here’s the thing, since receiving the accommodations, my mother has gone to the hospital more than six times for perfume exposure. Why? Because her co-workers deliberately wear excess amounts of perfume or cologne to trigger her migraines because they believe their right to wear perfume outweighs her right to live. This is not an exaggeration, my mother’s doctors have repeatedly stated that any one of these incidents could actually kill her.
Oh, and let me be clear, these are deliberate incidents. These are documented grievances with witnesses. Witnesses who saw co-workers put on perfume before interacting with my mother or workers deliberately crossing in my mother’s work area despite not even working in the area. Workers who have admitted to exposing her on purpose. Even worse, some of those who’ve exposed her are supervisors.
People don’t believe my mother when she says her migraines are triggered by scent. Because they can’t see it, they don’t think it can possibly be that bad. It has taken her literally being hauled off in ambulance for some people to understand the severity of her condition.
Illnesses or disabilities, whether visible or not, are not jokes. Don’t play with someone else’s health or well being. It’s fucked up.
When I was living in a homeless shelter I woke up to a bunkmate spraying perfume on my sleeping body after I had politely asked her the night before not to spray it in our room because I have asthma
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its come to my attention that the threshold between what is yellow and what is orange is much closer to orange for me than other people. like. I describe this color as a yellow.
But people keep telling me its orange and I’m like no thats just…a warm yellow….like I think of this color as “golden” yellow in my mind. Like in my mind if jade and olive can both be green i see no reason why me considering this yellow is weird. We are all valid.
So I just went with my buddy while he got a rib tattoo, and they hurt like a lot, so he’s over there grimacing and being a huge manbaby so I just reach over and grab his hand so he can squeeze it because I’m a good person who helps others
And he’s clinging to my hand like it’s a life preserver and I’m being me and talking about nonsense like Grimace from the McDonalds commercials and how R2D2 is always ready to throw hands, and whatever, and the artist keeps glancing over at me and I’m like do your tattoo bro I’ve got my buddy handled
But then I realize he’s like, looking over because he can’t tell if he’s seeing something or not, and I glance down and I see my rainbow scalemail bracelet, and how I’m talking to my buddy all fondly and I’m like stroking his arm like he’s a wounded animal, and right as it clicks in my head the tattoo artist asks in his most nonchalant voice possible, like intentionally bland, I’m just talking about the weather haha what do you mean voice:
“So, are you guys close?”
And my gay ass is over to the side internally screaming because yeah, I am gay, but like this is just me being a good bro and my buddy is COMPLETELY OBLVIOUS TO WHAT IS HAPPENING BECAUSE HE’S A GARBAGE STRAIGHT PERSON AND HE SAYS
“Yeah of course, that’s why I asked him to come”
SO NOW THE TATTOO ARTIST THINKS HE’S RIGHT AND HE HAS A GAY COUPLE GETTING A TATTOO AND MY BUDDY HAS NO IDEA AND I’M AWKWARDLY SITTING HERE LIKE SHOULD I STOP HOLDING HIS HAND??? SHOULD I CORRECT THIS TATTOO ARTIST??? SHOULD I LET MY BUDDY KNOW??? MY GAY ASS DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE BEING INCORRECTLY ACCUSED OF BEING GAY, WHAT DO YOU DO
So that tattoo artist is like “Cool man, that’s great. Good for you.”
So then my buddy is like can I get some water, and the guy comes back with one bottle of water and my buddy takes a drink and then hands it to me, and I’m like obviously he has to lay down and needs me to hold his water so I just hold it in my hand, but turns out he was offering me water, so he turns to me and is like Colton, drink some water, and I take a drink and my garbage lizard brain is like “You’re drink sharing in front of the tattoo artist, now he KNOWS he’s right”
So we’re talking about tattoos with the artist and I mention that I’m getting a tattoo in September and my buddy is like “Yeah I’m gonna go and hold HIS hand for that one haha” and the tattoo artist FUCKING SAYS “I mean, I should hope so”
I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO
I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO
AND NO ONE ACTUALLY BROUGHT IT UP. I KNEW WHAT THE TATTOO ARTIST WAS THINKING BUT DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO CORRECT HIM. NOW WHEN MY BUDDY GOES BACK AND GETS HIS NEXT TATTOO IN THE FUTURE AND I’M NOT THERE HE’S GOING TO GO “OH WHERE’S YOUR BOYFRIEND”
