I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say
reblog if attacking fascism is really the hill you want to die on
this is literally like one of the most justified and honorable hills you could die on??? lol??
my friend called me on the phone from the library to tell me he’d been chased by a mountain lion and he thought he might have vomited up blood and I was in the middle of scrubbing my car and having a heat stroke god my life keeps getting fucking weirder
mind you this is my friend who is the total chronic disaster who got into that knife fight in the middle school parking lot so I’m used to giving him shitty advice but this summer since I don’t talk on the phone he texts me every other day with some new terrible strange twist that has happened in his life like “my girlfriend almost got kidnapped” “there are three centipedes in my bed!” “I almost got mugged again” like normally I would just go help him but I’m 4 hours away now and it’s like he forgets GXHRVGSHFV
your friend is a protagonist
this I’m aware of I’m his sidekick and the epitome of the nerd best friend archetype but still it is my civic duty to complain
when i was really little, my babysitter only spoke spanish with me so i became bilingual but i never knew when i was speaking spanish or english. one time i told my mom i wanted an avocado & she understood but then when i said the same thing to my babysitter later that day, she burst into tears with laughter because i was saying “quiero abogado” which means “i want a lawyer.”
imagine a two year old repeatedly saying “i want a lawyer!” as an adult laughs at her.
With that ridiculous scar story, also reminded again of the time I got this huge infected mosquito bite right over one cheekbone when I was probably 3. I don’t remember that one, but from some others I do? It must have been pretty miserable. You move your face at all, that’s going to hurt. I was apparently also acting sick from the infection.
Anyway, my mother thought it looked bad enough that she took me to the pediatrician–who refused to lance the thing, because it might scar! Prescribed antibiotics and sent us home.
The thing ended up rupturing on its own a couple of days later, in a much less clean way that was probably more likely to leave a scar than if the dude had gone ahead and just lanced it then and there. (No obvious scarring at all, BTW. Not that anyone but him was very concerned about that.)
But yeah, if it had been AMAB, something tells me that the potential for a small scar probably would not have outweighed a little kid going around miserable with a big infected lump on their face. Some pretty amazing logic there, regardless.
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