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Keep your chin up Kitten!
my great-grandfather had to leave italy in the 20′s because he hit a fascist with a tuba, so if you think I am going to take this sitting down you are going to have to catch these hands and also this tuba
Fun story my Great Great Grandma left Germany in the 1920s because she had family in the US and could get citizenship pretty easily and once she was over in the US she then smuggled over 15 jewish families out by forging family documents so now my aunts are currently in the process of trying to tell the real ones from the fake ones because my great gran just died and there are legally over 100 surviving descendants but we know that math is a lil screwy.
Sometimes a family is you, your kids, your grandkids, your great grandkids, and the 15 Jewish families you helped smuggle out of Nazi Germany.
apologies 2 the robust horny imagine community but i just can’t get behind having elaborate sexual fantasy lives about MCU actors, writ large. they’re all fine looking irl more or less but their pop cultural work is just too antiseptic to awaken anything within me. I was gonna say it’s like wanting an action figure to come into your life and make sweet love to you on your favorite desk but i had a crush on an Asajj Ventress action figure i had once as a kid so even that’s an insufficient analogy. at best i can entertain a passing fantasy about feeding tom hiddleston sunflower seeds out of my cupped hands and gently reassuring him like a frightened deer but that’s not a sexual fantasy so much as it is a humanitarian one
“Did I say you could stop?”
“I wasn’t asking”
“The more you fight, the more I just want to fuck you.”
*mock whining*
“Now”
“Did you just say no?”
“Whats wrong? you cant breathe?”
“You look so pretty on your knees”
“That’s sir to you, slut”
“Wanna say that again?”
“Don’t make a sound”
“That wasn’t a suggestion”
“Excuse me?”
The thing about giving yourself permission to half-ass things is that it’s not just a way to ensure something-as-opposed-to-nothing gets done: sometimes it can also be a way to trick yourself into whole-assing things.
I know this ain’t universal, but for me, executive dysfunction often boils down to my brain balking at the number of steps a job nvolves. If a particular job involves, say, five different sub-tasks, my brain will go: “man, I can’t do five things - that’s too many things; this job is impossible” - even if each of those five things is quick and easy by itself.
So what I’ll do is pare it down. I’ll say to myself: “okay, I’ll only do one or two of the things”. It’ll be an extremely half-assed job, but half an ass is better than no ass at all.
Now, here’s the trick: once those two things are done, it’s much easier to say “hey, since I’ve gotten this far, I might as well do the third thing as well - I mean, I’m already here”. And, well, now that I’ve done the third thing, there are only two things left, and I’ve already demonstrated that I can do two things, so what’s my excuse?
Of course, that was the plan all along. The catch is that I can’t go into it intending to do the five things one at a time; five things taken one at a time is still five things, and my brain goes “nope - impossible”. I have to honestly intend to half-ass it, even though I know that once I start the momentum will probably carry me through doing it properly.
And that’s why brains are dumb.
god, it’s so crazy we all have bones… like, just these big hard rods holding our meat up. that’s so fucking wild, i can’t believe it
one of the main reasons i don’t want to get pregnant is i can’t handle the idea of growing bones and not keeping them
this is a very reasonable concern. you go to all that trouble growing new bones and then some shitlord infant steals them out from under you. disgraceful
ben wyatt was queer eye to april and andy when they were eating out of a frisbee and he was like stop living like this
donna and tom were queer eye to ben wyatt when he was eating soup alone on a bench and they were like treat yo self
