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Funny to me to think about the whole "oh you say you don't like <insert website> but you'll gladly reblog content FROM <insert website>" as like... trade exports between nations that all a little bit don't like each other.

"Come try these grapes. They're from Tiktok." "OH Tiktok? Wonderful. They grow the best grapes. We just don't have the right terrain for them here." "I agree. Lovely grapes. Wretched country though, I'd never live there." "Oh me neither. They cancel their peasants in the town square. Speaking of, have you seen the new textiles boypussydilf is selling in the town square? Imported from Instagram!" "Oh amazing textiles, Instagram has. Wretched country though." "Absolutely wretched."

libsoftiktok going after a beloved inventor furry for some reason

if you're wearing a fitbit, you're using spottacus's technology. be grateful.

oh boy

This guy seems extremely fucking based

so it takes "inventing the technology behind FitBit" money to own that many fursuits.

Most healthcare institutions will resort to physical force, restraint, drugs, guilt, theft of personal property, forced nudity, and denial of privacy in the pursuit of prolonging a life. This despite the heaps of scientific evidence showing involuntary hospitalization increases distress and the desire for suicide. Being held in a psychiatric institution has been shown to raise a person’s risk of suicide by 100 fold — including among patients who weren’t suicidal before they got locked up. That’s largely because of the trauma of losing one’s freedom.

Suicidal intention is at its root a longing for escape — and you don’t ease that longing by giving a person more to escape from. 

But there are alternatives. It actually is possible to respect the bodily freedom of a suicidal person while still providing them comfort and aid that could prolong their life. We can make peace with our inability to control another person’s destiny and mourn the potential loss of them while sitting with them in their suffering. 

We don’t have to run away from our own hopelessness and thoughts of suicide while we do this. either. And we may find that frank, accepting, and even mundane discussions of suicide will do both us and our suicidal friends a whole lot of good. 

For this piece, I spoke to dozens of suicidal people, read harm reductionist guides on supporting the suicidal, examined the psychological research literature on the subject, and mined my own life experiences for any wisdom I could find. Based on all these resources, here is my advice for supporting people who are suicidal — no matter what. 

I wrote a big long guide to supporting the suicidal, which you can read (or have narrated to you!) for free here.

Source: ayumioyabun

new favorite thing I noticed on my re-read of Harrow the Ninth: every time Gideon is screaming against the walls of Harrow's skull that it's called a 'pommel'. It's a fucking pommel, Harrow. You know all this doctor skeleton MD shit, but not that it's called a POMMEL???

Since we’re on the topic of 1997 nostalgia, let’s also talk about how 1997 was the year when Gillian Anderson became the first actress in television history to win the Emmy, the Golden Globe, and the SAG Award for the same role.

In what world is tall muscular man not conventionally attractive

We've all been down here too long. I truly think there's a chunk of tumblr's population that can no longer survive sunlight.

women will say “hear me out” and show u a photo of pyramid head and then tumblr users will go “this is a perfectly normal man and an ice cold take”

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i never posted the fucked up skinnable walter white crying on the ground cake i made for my brother's birthday did i

obsessed

Abandonware should be public domain

No. You're right. My carbon monoxide detector doesn't work. I'm huffing CO with a vengeance, just sucking it into my lungs and turning cherry-red with all the useless hemoglobin floating around. I'm also on speed and molly and delta 8, I have a hole in my brain and lead in my bones, my ankles hurt, my butt itches, my dick doesn't work, I have bipolar 2 and diabetes 1 and plain-old botulism from drinking water out of the motherfucking mall fountain. Are you happy? Have I humiliated myself enough for you? Do you need to strip me and scourge me and nail me to a cross or are we fucking done here? Listen, do you have any idea, any concept at all, of how fucking annoying it is to have your stupid CO detector beeping all the time when you're trying to kill a ghost?