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This is… the most beautiful thing… I’ve ever seen
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THE END.
We could have had it all.
It’s been a year since I posted here. So much has changed. Not all of it good. But I hope against hope that I still have some friends here. I hate this feeling, this loneliness. I’ve missed you all so much. I hope you all will forgive me for being gone so long.
The anniversary of Mom’s death is the 20th of this month. Yesterday was Mother’s Day and it was way more horrific than I thought it would be. Sometimes I don’t understand the point of it all.
I love you guys. @freifraufischer I miss our OUAT multishipping. It was so much fun and brought so much joy to me. @badapplehq friend, I’m not even sure you still update or what your current username is, but I miss reblogging one another’s posts (thank goodness we have fb messenger to stay in touch). @loverskisslikedeath I AM FINALLY BACK HOME.
I just really miss you all and so many others, especially in the OUAT fandom. Admittedly I stopped watching during the Dark One arc, but I still have followed it via social media. I miss @ashermajestywishes epic posts about the show, characters, ships, and all that those involved.
I’ve just missed you all so much. And I hope you don’t hold it against me that I disappeared. Maybe you remember me, maybe not. I know time is fleeting on the Internet. But after the hell of this year, I want my community back. Enlighten me on things within the fandom. Enlighten me on new fandoms, give me recommendations. But most especially let me know how you are and how you’ve been. My time with you all was the brightest in an otherwise dark chapter of my life.
I love you all. I hope to hear from some of you. ❤️❤️❤️
I haven’t been to this particular blog in a really long time. Like... REALLY FUCKING LONG. So I don’t even know if anyone remembers me or knows who I am anymore because I have like one blog I casually post from that’s mainly poetry and reblogs.
But if anyone remembers, I posted about a year and a half ago about Mom having tests done for constant pain and differing symptoms. We assumed it was her gallbladder. No big deal. Test after test after fucking test was run.
It was Stage 4 liver cancer. Or more accurately, stage 4 SMALL CELL liver cancer. But small cell is only ever - usually, I guess I should say - found in the lungs. Never anywhere else.
I dropped out of school in October 2016. I basically said fuck you to my apartment lease and moved home in December 2016 to take care of her 24/7. My sister who lives next door visited five times in the entire time she was undergoing treatment. My father worked like a dog to pay the medical bills. Meanwhile, I watched my mom die a little every single day until the first week of May.
Because of the type of cancer and its location, she wasn’t approved for any small cell cancer treatment trials. Those are reserved for small cell lung cancer. She refused hospice. She was hoping for a miracle and anytime I suggested it was time for hospice, she looked at me like a child and said, “I’m not going anywhere, please don’t give up on me.”
So my piece of shit sister didn’t help, my dad was constantly working, and I was her primary caretaker because hospice meant a death sentence in her mind.
She passed on May 20, 2016. I spent the entire time since her diagnosis preparing myself for the moment. I don’t remember much. The perk of PTSD and other trauma related illnesses? You block shit out very easily and very quickly.
But I remember when she finally consented to hospice. Two weeks before she died. And she only did it because I had been going 24/7 with her, sleeping in two - four hour intervals (when she slept; she had a bell and her cell phone nearby to call me if I was in an opposite room to let me know she was awake and it was time for me to get up), making sure her medicine was on track, guiding her to the bedside toilet we were given by her insurance and wiping her and putting a diaper on her like a baby and doctoring any and all bed sores when needed while also handling all the insane amount of bills and finances because Dad hadn’t done anything like this in thirty years and it was always Mom’s job.
My illnesses finally caught up with me. My PTSD kicked in full force. I dissociated so many times it nearly ruined the relationship with the person I know in my heart I’m going to marry.
So two weeks before she died, she consented to hospice. I was hysterical the entire time the hospice nurse arrived, feeling like I was the absolute piece of shit daughter in the world.
Her mind was pretty much gone by then. I had called my boyfriend to come get me and Dad had told him to keep me for a week or two because the doctors figured she would be lucky if she even made it that long.
I went to say goodbye and she had one lucid moment. She grabbed my hand, kissed it, and said, “I love you. I’ll see you soon.”
And I think she knew. That was it. That was the last time we would see each other as the people we are and were. I saw her the day before she actually died in the hospital once hospice had taken her. She didn’t know me. She took my hand and said. “Did you know the angels are coming for me soon.”
And I dissociated to the point that I became hysterical and began throwing carts and and anything I could get my hands on. No one restrained me because that’s the one positive about small towns - when they know your story and they love you, they take care of you rather than call the cops on you for causing a disturbance.
Mom’s gone. I’m back on my meds. I have more good days than bad tbh because unlike everyone in my family, I wasn’t looking for a miracle. Once I found out her diagnosis, I researched. I saw the statistics. Less than 3% go into remission and even then, it always comes back.
I don’t say this now for attention. I just needed to get it out. I truly do have more good days than bad. But today isn’t a good day.
“The reminders pull the floor from your feet. In the kitchen, one more chair than you’ll need. And you’re angry and you should be, it’s not fair. Just cause you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Who cares if one more light goes out? Well, I do.”
I know cats have a stigma of being evil little robots who care for nobody but themselves. I don’t deny that there are some out there like this. But in defense of the large majority of darling cats who have been given a bad name due to the wicked few, I would like to tell you a story…
I am asthmatic. I’m not as bad as some; my asthma is generally well-controlled, and I don’t have much trouble with it on a daily basis. However, as all asthmatics know, getting sick becomes a nightmare. Even a small cold can turn into a days-long asthma attack, one that is very painful, and very annoying for me and those around me. The asthma cough sounds like an ill seal at best, or an angry moose with a nasal condition at worst. Y'all with asthma, and y'all with asthmatic friends, know exactly what I’m talking about. The bark. The hack. The Cough Heard Round The World. It’s painful, it’s loud, and it doesn’t stop. Even the rescue inhaler can only do so much to calm it. It just has to run its course with the cold.
Well, this week I caught the crud, and in the past few days it deteriorated into The Cough. Last night, I took some NyQuil to try and stave it off for as long as I could, just to try and get some sleep. That meant that for a few hours, I was cough-free. After that, I was still doped up enough to sleep through some of it. However, by 2am the sleep aid had worn off and The Cough woke me up. Since lying down makes it worse, and I didn’t want to wake my sister, I sneaked out of my bedroom into the living room, where I sat on the recliner and proceeded to hack up a lung while I waited for my next dose of NyQuil to kick in. That is when I noticed Simon.
Simon is a Russian Blue with a masterful resting-witch-face and an attitude to match. She (yes, she’s a girl, that’s another story) is old, fat, proprietary, and attitudinal. She isn’t shy about telling you when she is displeased, and does so with a loud shriek and some teeth or claws thrown in. She is convinced she owns the place, and owns all of us in turn. She is particular about where you can pet her, like most cats; and, like most cats, she loves her sleep and hates to be woken up.
And of course, my hacking woke her up.
Attempting to whisper an apology in between bouts of coughing, I noticed she was getting off her perch atop the chair nearby. She stretched, made a little squeaking sound, and trotted over to me.
I expected her to demand petting as payment for having woken her precious sleep, but she did not. Instead, this traditionally cranky dragon of a cat did something that amazed me.
She began to purr loudly, and sat herself directly on my aching chest. She kneaded my sternum softly, and nosed my chin as if to say, “I’ve got this, you sleep.” Even though I was still coughing, and bouncing her horridly in the process, she remained settled on my chest right above my diaphragm, purring loudly so that it vibrated through my ribs. I don’t know what magic spell she was chanting between her boat-like purrs, but within minutes my cough had subsided and I was able to sleep.
I didn’t wake up until about 4:30. When I did, it was to discover that my lap and chest were devoid of Simon’s presence, and I was coughing again. As I started coughing once more, I heard her familiar “I’m here” squeak from the area of the water dish. I heard some hurried lapping, and then her heavy gallop across the floor. She flumped onto my lap again, and resumed her purring and kneading. She had evidently been doing that for the past 2 hours, and had only left to get some water. Hydrated, she had returned to take care of me.
So yes, she has her share of evil, jerk-cat moments, but I can no longer pretend that Simon is entirely heartless. For that matter, I now refuse to believe that about any cat. Just because they act like a jerk doesn’t mean that they don’t love you.
So, fun fact. Scientists have not figured out why cats purr but one of the leading theories is that it helps stimulate the healing process because cats purr even when they are sick or hurt.
i’m crying, holy shit i love cats so much.
ah, yes, the traditional crying over cats in the crowded laundromat time is upon us.
Honestly…It makes me really uncomfortable when people draw Leia’s Episode 4 Dress as being really tight with a big slit up the leg, because that’s not how it was at all??
It doesn’t even cling to her breasts or anything?? There’s like…a Small knee length slit, I guess, if you look hard enough. But this, and most other outfits of Leia’s, strike me as incredibly modest and professional. In fact, Lets take a look at that for a second.
Look at what she chooses to wear on Cloud City in Episode 5.
Like…It’s a dress with pants? And I think this was probably an outfit she either A.) Packed for the trip on the falcon or B.) Was provided to her by Lando, And I find it hard to believe that Lando would force an outfit on her, considering he was very nice to her in previous scenes. She would have chosen it out of several different options.
I won’t add pictures, but her White Hoth outfit also consists of a jacket and pants. It’s sensible. They’re in the freezing cold. Why would she wear something sexy. She Wouldn’t.
There are honestly only two instances over the course of three movies where she /kind/ of shows skin. Instance 1 is at the end of Episode 1 where she…Kind of, I guess, Has some cleavage showing?
Like Barely. Keep in mind as well that this dress is floor length and has long sleeves. The second instance is at the end of Episode 6 on Endor
This slit is definitely more revealing, but to be honest, I can’t remember a single time in Episode 6 where it was apparent? They Honestly may have just done this for promotional material? Other pictures of the dress come off as much more modest
I’ve worn dresses shorter than this, so, I wouldn’t exactly consider this revealing by any means.
So when does Leia put on something a little sexier? There’s gotta be one instance right?
Yeah, Against her fucking will.
What I’m getting at here is that I hate the weird sexualization of Leia in Nerd Culture. It’s literally so rampant. It’s not surprising to me whatsoever, but it still makes me mad.
Leia Organa, a 19 year old Freedom Fighter personally fucking chose to dress modestly and people still depict her as this oversexualized Male Gaze Fantasy Being and it’s really disappointing tbfh.
(Please note: Leia strangled the motherfucker who put her in that bikini. Just sayin’.)
Aries has a soft spot for the underdog, those who don’t have the opportunity to speak up, and those who are suppressed.
Aries has no patience for those who refuse to speak up, are bossy, and are dishonest or beat around the bush.
Taurus has a soft spot for those who get cheated or betrayed, the young, and those pushed out of security.
Taurus has no patience for those who try to pressure others, people who lead them on, the changeable, and the reckless.
Gemini has a soft spot for those who are put down, children, those who are lonely, and those who don’t get the opportunity to communicate.
Gemini has no patience for those who won’t get to the point, the uncommunicative, the uneducated by choice/closed mind, and those who waste time.
Cancer has a soft spot for the vulnerable, sad, scared, children, animals, and any loved ones.
Cancer has no patience for the cruel, cold, the uncaring, the insensitive, and bullies.
Leo has a soft spot for the risk taker, the underdog, the unnoticed, someone who needs empowering, and children.
Leo has no patience for those who don’t speak up, pushovers, those who are bad at their jobs, and the dishonest.
Virgo has a soft spot for animals, the shy, the humble, the unsure, and the under appreciated or underrated.
Virgo has no patience for those who are rude, have no self-respect, don’t put in effort, are careless, and who are egotistical.
Libra has a soft spot for those treated unfairly, the defenseless, anyone who is kind, and the passive or peaceful.
Libra has no patience for those who treat others unfairly or unequal, lack of justice, rude people, harsh people, and the authoritative.
Scorpio has a soft spot for those who’ve been thru similar struggles, the weak, the lost, the abused, and the used.
Scorpio has no patience for those who lack self-respect, are apathetic, who won’t go after their goals, and who refuse to learn their lesson.
Sagittarius has a soft spot for the underdog, the new person, the unrepresented, the good charactered, the foreigner, and the free spirited.
Sagittarius has no patience for the petty, dishonest, closed minded, those who waste their time, and the controlling or overbearing.
Capricorn has a soft spot for the damaged, the ambitious, the hard workers, the sweet-tempered, the lonely, and the fearful.
Capricorn has no patience for the disrespectful, the lazy, the entitled, the unjust, the rule breakers, and leaches/moochers.
Aquarius has a soft side for misfits, outsiders, the misunderstood, rebels, those who are mentally different, and the mislead.
Aquarius has no patience for those who aren’t true to themselves, are oppressors, closed minded, the hardheaded, and the authoritative.
Pisces has a soft spot for any sob story, the needy, animals, children, the sick, the sad, the weak, the innocent, and the vulnerable.
Pisces has no patience for arrogance, mean-spirited people, users, those who try to change them, unsympathetic people, and the detached.
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so apparently cnn now has a clock counting how long it’s been since trump has attacked someone on twitter
and all it did was remind me of is this
“The Chick Who Brings Me Food”
written by Frank Plein | Illustrated and translated by Feyrah
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