Omg Thank You For Finally Saying It!!! I‘m Kinda In The Midst Of Finding Out That I Might Be Trans

I‘m sooo normal (feral) about them

The thing that Baldur's Gate got right is that each companion is both extremely cool, tempered with an appropriate dose of cringe.

Gale is a powerful wizard. He uses the phrase 'pish posh' unironically.

Lae'zel is a badass. She asks you to fight her and then gets emotional because you're fighting even though that was her idea.

Karlach. Badass. But we've all seen her idle dance moves.

Wyll is this swashbuckling vigilante and he has a pose he does whenever he says his own superhero name.

Shadowheart. Dark backstory, still striving so hard for the light. Makes a joke about poisonous flowers that falls incredibly flat.

Astarion. Capable rogue and a dangerous vampire. He practises his one-liners ahead of time. Within earshot of the people he wants to use them on.

._.

I want Pho, send post

It‘s a one of a kind type of experience

life changing experience: girl listens to song she hasn't heard in years. it brings back all the emotions she felt back then.

Do you ever notice how it’s only ever “mental health awareness” until said mental health starts making other people uncomfortable? People preach about suicide awareness until they have to actually face what would make somebody want to kill themselves.

Society has this thing where it’ll go on and on “reaching out” or for example “talking to a school counsellor” but the only image people have in their heads is some teenager from a troubled home, divorced parents probably, suffering from some mild depression, a bit of anxiety, and then they’ll comfort them and oh won’t they be the absolute hero, being such a good support to a poor suffering soul.

And of course, that hypothetical scenario I just gave is perfectly serious in its own right – of course no matter the severity of the mental health condition, no matter what the individual has gone through, of course they’re still deserving of help and comfort and love, and of course “mild depression and a bit of anxiety/divorced parents” is absurdly shitty to have to deal with and nobody should have to go through that alone, and yes, of course they should be comforted (although wholly without the aforementioned saviour complex.)

But society preaches about supporting those pushed outside the norm by their psychological health, but even then it fully has its own idea of what is inside the norm of outside the norm. Anything that falls outside that is pushed away and not spoken about, or, frankly, even viewed as depraved in some form or another. The moment somebody’s psychological condition starts to make people uncomfortable, all their self-righteous rhetoric about supporting those who need support flies outside the window, and society starts to panic. ‘“It’s ok not to be ok”, unless you start to make me feel uncomfortable.”

For example, yes, support the mentally ill until the mentally ill start to have intrusive or violent impulsive thoughts. Support the mentally ill until they find it difficult to communicate and function in society. Support the mentally ill until they can’t take care of themselves, don’t clean themselves. Support the mentally ill until they’re paranoid, until their thoughts aren’t based in logic. Support the mentally ill until they start to have hallucinations. Support the mentally ill until their psychological trauma disturbs you.

Support the mentally ill until they make you uncomfortable. If people start to be tormented by their own thoughts and the “vents” you expected of simply the four words, “I think I’m depressed” start turning into ranting that disturbs you, then they’re “weird” and that person is ostracised and left to rot in those thoughts. If someone self-harms, then they’re immediately labelled as “emo” or “doing it for the trend”, which is completely disgusting, but also interesting that most of the time this happens because society can’t comprehend the idea of wanting to harm yourself. Society can’t comprehend mental illness generally, so it’s shunned or seen as pathetic or laziness.

Of course, not everyone is equipped to deal with mental illness, and that’s perfectly fine. Some people may genuinely feel out of their depth and unable to help, and that’s ok. However it’s that ostracization, that dismissal out of discomfort or fear towards people that makes it all the worse and makes the people who preach about mental health awareness hypocrites.

It’s ok not to be ok until you fall outside the norm. Then you’re no longer human. You’re a disease.

Society can’t handle what it doesn’t fully comprehend, and instead fears it. It’s the same way with queer folk/specific different cultures, depending on your own/anything that society doesn’t understand, it fears. And the same is the way with mental illness. And when society fears something, it either becomes unspeakable, or it’s mocked.

Tomatoes happened

I‘m actually pretty good at cooking, at least for myself..

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

No teacher is turning or grooming kids.

Indoctrinated adults are using 'groomer' and 'pedo' indiscriminately against their opposition because they were told to.

The parents project because they got groomed.

the way I wish I had guy friends like that :/

Wurde neulich gegen meinen Willen auf ein Achtsamkeits- und Meditationsfestival gebracht, und kämpfte dort mit einer Fritz-Kola in der Hand um's Überleben.

"Mein Kumpel stellt da seine Master-Arbeit vor" erklärt mein Freund. Alright, klingt nach Pflichtveranstaltung, los geht's. Wir fahren zusammen auf eine Veranstaltung, die sich als besagtes Festival entpuppt. Irgendwo steht ein Gemeinschaftspingpongtisch herum. Leinenhosen und Birkenstocks scheinen der dresscode gewesen zu sein. Mir entgleist letztendlich kurz das Gesicht als mir jemand Club-Mate anbietet, woraufhin mein Freund sich zu mir umdreht und sagt: "Also... es tut mir leid". Ich starre ihn an. Er wedelt mit den Händen und fügt hinzu "Ich dachte nicht dass es so schlimm wird". Er meint bestimmt den Pingpongtisch.

Die Abschlussarbeit seines Kollegen ist ein Video-Dingens. Über Diskriminierung. Von trans Menschen. Wir setzen uns in die letzte Reihe. Der Silberrücken im mittleren Alter in der Reihe vor uns dreht sich zu uns um, mit den Worten "Oh, die Kleinen dürfen nach vorne!". "Hast du mich gerade klein genannt?" frage ich. Er lacht. "Ach, ich mein' doch nicht eure Größe!". Ich bin ehrlich verwirrt. Er dreht sich wieder um, und ist nach zwei Minuten während des Films eingeschlafen.

Nach der Vorstellung stellt mein Kumpelskumpel sich vor die Leinwand und beantwortet Fragen. "Ist das nicht alles viel zu negativ dargestellt?" fragt eine Frau in Batik-Sommerkleid. Ja, Veronika, das ist schon ziemlich negativ mit der Diskriminierung. Unerhört, dass man dir gerade das positive Weltbild massakriert. Sollen wir zusammen kurz 'ne Achtsamkeitsübung machen? Heilige scheiße.

"Da fehlt mir einfach der positive Ausblick" sagt sie. Veronika, ich kletter gleich über die Stuhlreihen und geb dir einen positiven Ausblick. Eine andere Zuschauerin meldet sich zu Wort. Graue Haare in walla-walla-Optik, Stirnband, Holzperlenkette. Scheint noch ein Original zu sein. "Also, das hatte für mich die Qualität von Wasser. Ich muss das erstmal sacken lassen. Das muss einziehen. Wie Wasser, ne?". Vielleicht sind Esoteriker doch ein Problem, entscheide ich spontan. Der Silberrücken schnarcht friedlich.

Die Fragerunde endet, wir gehen nach draußen. "Und? Was sagst du?" fragt mein Freund. "Ich will mich ja nicht lustig machen-" fange mich an, "Du lügst." sagt er. Alles in meinem Gesicht verkrampft schlagartig. "Möchtet ihr euch noch für den Meditationsworkshop eintragen?" fragt eine vorbeilaufende Dozentin. Ich sterbe.