I love Laios from Delicious in Dungeon, because he looks like an extremely boring Human Knight Man but he’s actually a giant goddamn biology nerd who gets excited about discovering a new species of mollusc and thinks giant murderous plants and hermit crabs are cute
When someone disagrees with you online and demands you prove your point to their satisfaction by writing a complete and logically sound defense including citations, you can save a lot of time by not doing that.
Bro, I’ve known you for twelve seconds and enjoyed none of them, I’m not taking homework assignments from you.
This got a lot of responses from people pointing out that evidence is a key part of intellectual inquiry, discourse, and debate. That being able to support your beliefs is a key critical thinking skill. Which is 100% true.
Except that you don’t actually have to participate in intellectual discourse any time some fucko on the Internet tells you to.
There’s a vast difference between “this is an important thing to be able to do,” and “this is a thing that you must be continuously available to perform in public for any stranger who asks.”
Never have I ever reblogged something so fast and wholeheartedly BE A BITCH IF IT MEANS BEING SAFE, THEY AIN’T WORTH IT
Don’t be polite to a person if you feel unsafe with them. If you feel unsafe, you GTFO, and do whatever it takes. Being polite takes a back seat to beintg ALIVE and well at the end of it all!
fantastic. absolutely wonderful. thank you for this story. reading this has brought me immeasurable joy as i imagine a tiny child ramming into shit with ruthless abandon. 10/10
Aight then. Buckle down cause I’m about to tell you the family famous Baby Helmet story.
When I was a kid, learnin to crawl and walk and shit, still a baby, my parents noticed something off about my head shape. So they took me to the doctor.
Turns out I was fucking up my skull formation plates by sleeping on one side of my head constantly which caused the plates to settle in a way they weren’t supposed to be settling.
And the doctors baisically were like “On god bro we gonna fix this for you” and low and behold, a solution came.
A helmet. A thick, adjustable helmet that was meant to reshape my skull. I had to wear that bad boy for a while. It was white with purple butterflies on it cause they knew I liked purple and I liked butterflies.
However, there was a cost. And not a money kind. It was my parents sanity going and humor being cranked up.
Because instead of sitting around and being a baby and all that, I found a better use of the helmet.
I realised that it protected my head it gave me the best idea.
To hit my head on every fucking surface there was. It drove my family insane.
They would hear me bonking it on the tv stand, on the floor, on the table, my own high chair. I would even stand up and charge at visitors and my family’s legs and just fucking ram into them and full baby speed. It was the most enjoyable pass time that made both me and my parents laugh their asses off.
However, one day at the doctors, they had finally deemed my head fixed and safe. And the helmet was gone (but we still got to keep it).
Now keep in mind that I had been going absolutely ham with this shield on my head for months. I had grown accustomed to it, as though it was a second part of me.
So after we come home from the doctors, we go into the living room and my parents let me and my twin play for a bit.
Soon came the need to bash my head against something.
So I got in position, ready to go. My parents saw it happening. They leapt up, ready to stop me. But they were not fast enough.
It all happened in slow motion. I slammed my head into the floor full force. Silence.
I lift my head. There are no tears or wails. Only confusion. I blinked. Still nothing. I was silent for the rest of the day, coming to terms with the fact that I lost my invincibility.
Never again did I bash my head or ram into people.
And that’s one of the many family famous stories about me. And my personal favorite.
Hey, @the-rain-on-your-dandelions, has anyone told you that you’re a genius? That’s an incredible system. I wish I had a friend group that could function for!
I could see this working for dinners, too
it’s like the Mom Friend Anxiety Hack, but for chores.
this is how a society is supposed to function. this is the norm we’ve all forgotten
[ID: the-rain-on-your-dandelions sent an ask that reads: “I’m a part of a house cleaning friend group. We each struggle to do our own chores, but will bend over backwards to help others. So, we all descend on one house a week, in rotation, and clean. The resident babysits the kids and gets a clean house in return.]
He/him, bi-ace, 24. I originally started this blog to vent in a safe environment about some mental health issues, along the way got clocked upside the head with the realization that I was way less socially aware than I thought I was, and decided to stay for the social justice education, the positivity, and the friends I made.
