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Apple, Ash, and Beautiful: writing-prompt-s Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up. sadoeuphemist Arepo built a temple in his field, a humble thing, some stones stacked up to make a cairn, and two days later a god moved in. "Hope you're a harvest god," Arepo said, and set up an altar and burnt two stalks of wheat. "It'd be nice, you know." He looked down at the ash smeared on the stone, the rocks all laid askew, and coughed and scratched his head. "I know it's not much," he said, his straw hat in his hands. "But- I'll do what I can. It'd be nice to think there's a god looking after me." The next day he left a pair of figs, the day after that he spent ten minutes of his morning seated by the temple in prayer. On the third day, the god spoke up. "You should go to a temple in the city," the god said. Its voice was like the rustling of the wheat, like the squeaks of fieldmice running through the grass. "A real temple. A good one. Get some real gods to bless you. I'm no one much myself, but I might be able to put in a good word?" It plucked a leaf from a tree and sighed. "I mean, not to be rude. I like this temple. It's cozy enough. The worship's been nice. But you can't honestly believe that any of this is going to bring you anything." "This is more than I was expecting when I built it," Arepo said, laying down his scythe and lowering himself to the ground. "Tell me, what sort of god are you anyway?" "I'm of the fallen leaves," it said. "The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth. I'm a god of a dozen different nothings, scraps that lead to rot, momentary glimpses. A change in the air, and then it's gone." The god heaved another sigh. "There's no point in worship in that, not like War, or the Harvest, or the Storm. Save your prayers for the things beyond your control, good farmer. You're so tiny in the world. So vulnerable. Best to pray to a greater thing than me." Arepo plucked a stalk of wheat and flattened it between his teeth. "I like this sort of worship fine," he said. "So if you don't mind, I think I'l continue." "Do what you willI," said the god, and withdrew deeper into the stones. "But don't say I never warned you otherwise." Arepo would say a prayer before the morning's work, and he and the god contemplated the trees in silence. Days passed like that, and weeks, and then the Storm rolled in, black and bold and blustering. It flooded Arepo's fields, shook the tiles from his roof, smote his olive tree and set it to cinder. The next day, Arepo and his sons walked among the wheat, salvaging what they could. The little temple had been strewn across the field, and so when the work was done for the day, Arepo gathered the stones and pieced them back together. "Useless work," the god whispered, but came creeping back inside the temple regardless. "There wasn't a thing I could do to spare you this." "We'll be fine," Arepo said. "The storm's blown over. We'll rebuild. Don't have much of an offering for today," he said, and laid down some ruined wheat, "but I think l'll shore up this thing's foundations tomorrow, how about that?" The god rattled around in the temple and sighed. A year passed, and then another. The temple had lay- ered walls of stones, a roof of woven twigs. Arepo's neighbors chuckled as they passed it. Some of their children left fruit and flowers. And then the Harvest failed, the gods withdrew their bounty. In Arepo's field the wheat sprouted thin and brittle. People wailed and tore their robes, slaughtered lambs and spilled their blood, looked upon the ground with haunted eyes and went to bed hungry. Arepo came and sat by the temple, the flowers wilted now, the fruit shriveled nubs, Arepo's ribs showing through his chest, his hands still shaking, and murmured out a prayer. There is nothing here for you," said the god, hudding in the dark. "There is nothing I can do. There is noth- ing to be done." It shivered, and spat out its words. "What is this temple but another burden to you?" "We -" Arepo said, and his voice wavered. "So it's a lean year," he said. "We've gone through this before, we'll get through this again. So we're hungry," he said. "We've still got each other, don't we? And a lot of people prayed to other gods, but it didn't protect them from this. No," he said, and shook his head, and laid down some shriveled weeds on the altar. "No, I think I like our arrangement fine." "There will come worse," said the god, from the hollows of the stone. "And there will be nothing I can do to save you." The years passed. Arepo rested a wrinkled hand upon the temple of stone and some days spent an hour there, lost in contemplation with the god. And one fateful day, from across the wine-dark seas, came War. Arepo came stumbling to his temple now, his hand pressed against his gut, anointing the holy site with his blood. Behind him, his wheat fields burned, and the bones burned black in them. He came crawling on his knees to a temple of hewed stone, and the god rushed out to meet him. "I could not save them," said the god, its voice a low wail. "I am sorry. I am sorry. I am so so sorry." The leaves fell burning from the trees, a soft slow rain of ash. "I have done nothing! All these years, and I have done nothing for you!" "Shush," Arepo said, tasting his own blood, his vision blurring. He propped himself up against the temple, forehead pressed against the stone in prayer. "Tell me," he mumbled. "Tell me again. What sort of god are you?" "I-" said the god, and reached out, cradling Arepo's head, and closed its eyes and spoke. "I'm of the fallen leaves," it said, and conjured up the image of them. "The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth." Arepo's lips parted in a smile. "I am the god of a dozen different nothings," it said. "The petals in bloom that lead to rot, the momentary glimpses. A change in the air -" Its voice broke, and it wept. "Before it's gone." "Beautiful," Arepo said, his blood staining the stones, seeping into the earth. "All of them. They were all so beautiful." And as the fields burned and the smoke blotted out the sun, as men were trodden in the press and bloody War raged on, as the heavens let loose their wrath upon the earth, Arepo the sower lay down in his humble temple, his head sheltered by the stones, and returned home to his god. ciiriianan Sora found the temple with the bones within it, the roof falling in upon them. "Oh, poor god," she said, "With no-one to bury your last priest." Then she paused, because she was from far away. "Or is this how the dead are honored here?" The god roused from its contemplation. "His name was Arepo," it said, "He was a sower." Sora startled, a little, because she had never before heard the voice of a god. "How can I honor him?" She asked. "Bury him," the god said, "Beneath my altar." "All right," Sora said, and went to fetch her shovel. "Wait," the god said when she got back and began collecting the bones from among the broken twigs and fallen leaves. She laid them out on a roll of undyed wool, the only cloth she had. "Wait," the god said, "I cannot do anything for you. I am not a god of anything useful." Sora sat back on her heels and looked at the altar to listen to the god. "When the Storm came and destroyed his wheat, I could not save it," the god said, "When the Harvest failed and he was hungry, I could not feed him. When War came," the god's voice faltered. "When War came, I could not protect him. He came bleeding from the battle to die in my arms." Sora looked down again at the bones. "I think you are the god of something very useful," she said. "What?" the god asked. Sora carefully lifted the skull onto the cloth. "You are the god of Arepo." stu-pot Generations passed. The village recovered from its tragedies-homes rebuilt, gardens re-planted, wounds healed. The old man who once lived on the hill and spoke to stone and rubble had long since been forgotten, but the temple stood in his name. Most believed it to empty, as the god who resided there long ago had fallen silent. Yet, any who passed the decaying shrine felt an ache in their hearts, as though mourning for a lost friend. The cold that seeped from the temple entrance laid their spirits low, and warded off any potential visitors, save for the rare and especially oblivious children who would leave tiny clusters of pink and white flowers that they picked from the surrounding meadow. The god sat in his peaceful home, staring out at the distant road, to pedestrians, workhorses, and carriages, raining leaves that swirled around bustling feet. How long had it been? The world had progressed without him, for he knew there was no help to be given. The world must be a cruel place, that even the useful gods have abandoned, if farms can flood, harvests can run barren, and homes can burn, he thought. He had come to understand that humans are senseless creatures, who would pray to a god that cannot grant wishes or bless upon them good fortune. Who would maintain a temple and bring offerings with nothing in return. Who would share their company and meditate with such a fruitless deity. Who would bury a stranger without the hope for profit. What bizarre, futile kindness they had wasted on him. What wonderful, foolish, virtuous, hopeless creatures, humans were. So he painted the sunset with yellow leaves, enticed the worms to dance in their soil, flourished the boundary between forest and field with blossoms and berries, christened the air with a biting cold before winter came, ripened the apples with crisp, red freckles to break under sinking teeth, and a dozen other nothings, in memory of the man who once praised the god's work on his dying breath. "Hello, God of Every Humble Beauty in the World," called a familiar voice. The squinting corners of the god's eyes wept down onto curled lips. "Arepo," he whispered, for his voice was hoarse from its hundred-year mutism. "I am the god of devotion, of small kindnesses, of unbreakable bonds. I am the god of selfless, uncon- ditional love, of everlasting friendships, and trust," Arepo avowed, soothing the other with every word. "That's wonderful, Arepo," he responded between tears, "I'm so happy for you-such a powerful figure will certainly need a grand temple. Will you leave to the city to gather more worshippers? You'll be adored by all." "No," Arepo smiled. "Farther than that, to the capitol, then? Thank you for visiting here before your departure." "No, I will not go there, either," Arepo shook his head and chuckled. "Farther still? What ambitious goals, you must have. There is no doubt in my mind that you will succeed, though," the elder god continued. "Actually," interrupted Arepo, "I'd like to stay here, if you'll have me." The other god was struck speechless. ". Why would you want to live here?" "I am the god of unbreakable bonds and everlasting friendships. And you are the god of Arepo." corancoranthemagicalman I reblogged this once with the first story. Now the story has grown and I'm crying. This is gorgeous, guys. This is what dreams are made of. ifunny.co Posting this on here before another tries to repost it on here.

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Bad, Driving, and Fire: RE tilthat TIL that the 7th time that park ranger Roy Sullivan was struck by lightning coincided with the 22nd time he fought off a bear with a stick via ift.tt ginger-ale-official Imagine god wanting you dead this bad the-smiling-pony http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roy_Sullivan 1. The first documented lightning strike of Sullivan occurred in April 1942. He was hiding from a thunderstorm in a fire lookout tower. The tower was newly built and had no lightning rod at the time; it was hit seven or eight times. Inside the tower, "fire was jumping all over the place". Sullivan ran out and just a few feet away received what he considered to be his worst lightning strike. It burned a half-inch strip all along his right leg, hit his toe, and left a hole in his shoe. 2. He was hit again in July 1969. Unusually, he was hit while in his truck, driving on a mountain road-the metal body of a vehicle normally protects people in cases such as this by acting as a Faraday cage. The lightning first hit nearby trees and was deflected into the open window of the truck. The strike knocked Sullivan unconscious and burned off his eyebrows and eyelashes, and set his hair on fire. The uncontrolled truck kept moving until it stopped near a cliff edge. 3. In July 1970, Sullivan was struck while in his front yard. The lightning hit a nearby power transformer and from there jumped to his left shoulder, searing it. 4. In spring 1972, Sullivan was working inside a ranger station in Shenandoah National Park when another strike occurred. It set his hair on fire; he tried to smother the flames with his jacket. He then rushed to the restroom, but couldn't fit under the water tap and so used a wet towel instead. Although he never was a fearful man, after the fourth strike he began to believe that some force was trying to destroy him and he acquired a fear of death. For months, whenever he was caught in a storm while driving his truck, he would pull over and lie down on the front seat until the storm passed. He also began to believe that he would somehow attract lightning even if he stood in a crowd of people, and carried a can of water with him in case his hair was set on fire. 5. On August 7, 1973, while he was out on patrol in the park, Sullivan saw a storm cloud forming and drove away quickly. But the cloud, he said later, seemed to be following him. When he finally thought he had outrun it, he decided it was safe to leave his truck. Soon after, he was struck by a lightning bolt. Sullivan stated that he actually saw the bolt that hit him. The lightning moved down his left arm and left leg and knocked off his shoe. It then crossed over to his right leg just below the knee. Still conscious, Sullivan crawled to his truck and poured the can of water, which he always kept there, over his head, which was on fire. 6. The next strike, on June 5, 1976, injured his ankle. It was reported that he saw a cloud, thought that it was following him, tried to run away, but was struck anyway. His hair also caught fire. 7. On Saturday morning, June 25, 1977, Sullivan was struck while fishing in a freshwater p0ol. The lightning hit the top of his head, set his hair on fire, traveled down, and burnt his chest and stomach. Sullivan turned to his car when something unexpected occurred a bear approached the pond and tried to steal trout from his fishing line. Sullivan had the strength and courage to strike the bear with a tree branch. He claimed that this was the twenty-second time he hit a bear with a stick in his lifetime This shit reads like an SCP entry... joekewlio SCP-(Redacted): Incredibly Misfortunate Park Ranger Source: tilthat get netflix to make a show out of this
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Phone, Boss, and Him: Someone asked me to play with him. When I played with my phone and ignored his meow. He stared at me like this... Okey, you are boss😂Let's play!

Someone asked me to play with him. When I played with my phone and ignored his meow. He stared at me like this... Okey, you are boss😂Let's p...

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Ali, Creepy, and Driving: The Virgin Frank Underwood The Chad Josiah Bartlet Treats his family and colleagues like pawns Schemed his Treats family and colleagues with love and respect way into the Presidency cause nobody likes him Constantly offers to resign as a joke Made his wife the Vice President for some stupid fucking Shot cause Made his old rival his vice reason he sucks president to heal party wounds, ditched him when Elected President Ancestors fought for the losing side of the civil war he became too problematic Resigned to give his wife the TWICE because Has a lot of respect the people Doesn't want power accepts it anyway for his father Presidency cause "tHaT wAs hls PLAN love him Cheats on his wife and gets cheated on Married to aLI AlOnG" a sassy Shot by white supremecists because he wouldn't put up MILF His show is just an edgier version of the Brady Bunch goes to Washington Unresolved with their bullshit daddy issues Wife and secretary nag him Played by a hollywood about his diet and lack of exercise, doesn't give a fuck. icon Played by a pedophile Exercises and eats healthy cause his wife made him Him and his wife are Ancestors built New Offered to resign cause some stupid girl died texting and driving faithful to each other Hampshire and signed the DECLARATION OF Married to a stone FUCKING His show is a timeless classic cold woman who's INDEPENDENCE that every Poli Sci major stans easily influenced by lobbyists First appearance is him strangling a poor defeseless dog First appearance is him verbally kicking the shit out of the reliqious riqht Will do anything for power, and he sucks when he gets it Theme song is so patriotic it makes you piss red white and blue Theme song is weird, creepy, try hard music The Virgin House of Cards vs the Chad West Wing
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Him, Door, and Stand: He thinks he's being sneaky and we can't see him when he stand in a door like this

He thinks he's being sneaky and we can't see him when he stand in a door like this

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Parents, Weird, and Dexter: This is my little bro Dexter, my parents got him when I moved out and I was pretty bitter about it but he's weird like me so we get along now

This is my little bro Dexter, my parents got him when I moved out and I was pretty bitter about it but he's weird like me so we get along no...

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Old, My Little, and Big: My little fluffball. We rescued him when he was 5 weeks old. ❤ He's now a bit older and not as fluffy . But is a big snuggle machine.

My little fluffball. We rescued him when he was 5 weeks old. ❤ He's now a bit older and not as fluffy . But is a big snuggle machine.

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Bad, Easter, and Fail: ME MULTI-PANEL MEMES OTHER MEMERS STOPPING NOW PROCEEDING FURTHER WILLIREGRET THI MAKE A MEME DO MULTI PANELS SE POPULAR TEMPLATES USEALL POPULAR TEMPLATES CAN'T FAIL AT MAKING A MULTI-PANEL MEME IF YOU NEVER MAKE ONE CAn'T FAIL iF yOu NeVeR MAKE ONe THIS IS A GREAT IDEA NOONE WILL READ ALL OF THIS ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY TACKLE THIS TASK WITHIN AN HOUR WAITING FOR THISMEME TO START PAYING OFF MULTI-PAN-ALIENS NOT YET END OF THE MEME HOW DOWEGETOUT OF BEING IN THISMEME? BELESS GOON POPULAR STRIKE OTHINK WESHOULD HAVE MORE MEMES LIKETHIS NOT SURE IFILIKE THIS MEME ORIFOWANT TO STRANGLE GIVEUAHINT BAIL OUT KEEP SCROLLING CURIOSITY IDEAS OF OTHER THINGS ICOULD BE DOING IDEAS OF OTHER. THINGS OCOULD BE DOINGEVERYWHERE IDON'TALWAYS TAKE EXTRA EFFORTS WITH MY MEMES BUT WHENI DO,IT'S IN THE HOPES THAT YOU'LL ENJOY THEM YOU GET A MENTION YOU GET A MENTION ALL THE POPULAR TEMPLATES GET A MENTION YALL GOT ANY MORE OF THAT SPARE TIME TO FINISH THIS HERE'S TO THOSE STILL HANGIN' IN THERE WITH ME IF YOU.COULD WRAP THIS UP SOMETIME SOON THAT WOULD BE GREAT DIDYOU HEAL THAT WERE BEING INCLUBED IN AMULTEPANEL MEME WEREALREADY AMULTI-PANEL MEME SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THERE MIGHT BE PEOPLE STILL READING THROUGHTHIS? YUNO SKIP TO THE END? BRACE YOURSELVES YOU'REALMOST TO THE HALFWAY POINT THIS MIGHT UPSET A FEW PEOPLE THOSE PEOPLE HAVE BAILED BY NOW OCOULD BE SPENDING TIME WITH MY FAMILY RIGHT NOW IBET YOU THINK IMADE A MISTAKE BY NOT ADDING TEXT TO THE BAD LUCK BRIAN MEME IS IDECLARE THAT THIS HUGE MEME THIS MEME ISN'T FUN ANYMORE LETS HOPE SHEGETS THE HELP SHENEEDS HALFWAY IHKUUGH ALL THE TEMPLATES THISISWHAT OFELT LIKE DOING WHEN MY LAPTOP LOCKED UP AND I HAD TO START OVER SOMANY TEXTBOXES MUCH TEMPLATES ISITOVER YET? STILL IN THE POPULAR TEMPLATES BECAUSE PEOPLE STILL LOVE ME OLDER JAM GETTING WAITING FOR THIS TO END "ALMOST DONE LEAVE MEOUT OFTHIS CRAP WE HAVE THEM RIGHT WHERE WE WANT THEM IS IT TOO LATE TO MENTION THAT THERE'S AN EASTER EGG IN THIS MEME? T'M GONNA SAY WHAT WE'RE ALL THINKING THIS GIRL BE CRAY CRAY YOU SAV THERE'S CANEASTER EGG THE TEST-DETERMINED THIS WAS'A LIE THEY ACTUALLY THOUGHT THERE WAS AN EASTER EGG AMI THE ONLY ONE AROUND HERE WHO NOW HAS CARPAL TUNNEL? ন YOU LIKE LONG MEMES DON'TYOU HINTWARD? TAKE THE THINGS YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING AND PUTTHEM SOMEWHERE ELSE ITHOUGHT YOU SAID WE WERE ALMOST DONE CLOSER TO THE FINISH LINE THIS IS BILL BILLISACURIOUS PERSON BILLS CURIOSITY GETSTHEBESTOF HIM WHEN HESEES "SHOW MORE ON AMEME BELIKE BILL THIS MEME SHOULD END ANYTIME NOW YO DAWG HEARD YOU LIKE MULTI-PANELED MEMES SOI MADE A MEME ABOUT PUTTING ALL THE POPULAR TEMPLATES IN AMEME SO YOU CAN MEME ABOUT MEMEING GETON WITHIT THE AMOUNT OF TIME SPENT ON THIS MEME IS TOO DAMN HIGH OHOPETHEY STILLWANT TOUPVOTE AFTER ALL THIS Ve FINALLY FouND IT... AFTER 16 YARS THE SCROLL OF TRUTH! NCHN THE TRUTH IS TM GRATEFUL THATYOUTOOK THE TIMETO VIEW THIS i have big pp

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Florida, Wolf, and Old: ng R This is Wolf! He is 4 months old coming all the way from Florida!!! Everyone treat him when u see him!

This is Wolf! He is 4 months old coming all the way from Florida!!! Everyone treat him when u see him!

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Heart, Him, and Cutie: My cutie, Puff has a heart on him when he sleeps ❤️

My cutie, Puff has a heart on him when he sleeps ❤️

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Beautiful, Church, and Family: Absolute monarch chad virgin democratically elected official Absolute Thad No Ruler isnt obsessed with money, yet his ,old and senile opens borders to get does exactly what his masters tell him to do personal wealth too much to count Doesn't exist publicly executes while pretending to more voters traitors and embezzlers Doesn't have to give be democratic im in charge here do you feel in charge? doesnt give a fuck a fuck on what others Doesn't impose rules -constantly worried about ratings from the plebs during elections what others think always expanding the think because it doesn't on it's people, letting government and wasting tax$ for his overlords promotes unity and tradition exist them be free personal head of the army, state and church values his loyal subjects against degeneracy and corruption bought and sold like a cheap whore Personal head of nothing declares war based on a lie or no reason chosen by god himself directly works with traitors/ (lobbyists) so he can get paid. listens to no man Chosen by nobody No nobles or oligarchs has no regards for history or future as long as he gets paid at all .looks out for the his people love him and will make statues to remember him are appeased decolonizes the world nations' future and ensures his son is fit because he is ashamed to lead and weak nobody will .ultimate aesthetics, .knows his day will Everyone decides what to do with remember him when Lasted thousands fasion and tastes come because he dies from no ruler interfering of milenia on thousands brain cancer democracy is unnatural and only the result of war. .only desired by of tribes large family with beautiful wife . lasted many millenia because it is natural. has nobles to do his eats well done steak with ketchup does what is best for the country and no ugly interns work for him .gets country into massive debt one else Rulers
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Crazy, Facepalm, and Friday: I'm a prison warden in the UK, and it is also my gender identity. AMA! (self.casualiama) submitted 16 minutes ago by For those who are assuming this is a joke, I'm being 100% serious. I feel like my job is my gender identity. Sometimes I just say I'm non binary but other times I get a little bit more specific. I've brought up my identity on Reddit and received a lot of negative comments and I want to receive actual questions about my lifestyle and support for a change to help people better understand NB genders. As long as the questions are positive, I will answer them. comment share save hide report I'm Non Binary and sick of people saying I'm invalid because my gender is unusual (self.Vent) submitted an hour ago I (22 years old) live in the UK and work as a prison warden. I feel like my job is attached to my gender identity, in a way that prison warden is my gender identity. Yesterday (Friday) I was with a friend (21) outside of work and I was asked to fill in a medical form at a dentist's office and this form asked for my gender. I just put 'warden' as my gender and a comment at the side with 'there are more than two genders'. My friend asked if I was joking and I just looked at her with a blank face and said I wasn't. She said it was 'stupid' that "people are now taking personality traits, interests and otherkin identities and calling them genders". She was explaining why she was laughing to the receptionist and she referred to me as "he/him" when my preferred pronoun is "warden". I felt very embarrassed and upset, even after I told her that gender means whatever people feel like it means and if I feel that prison warden is a gender for me, then it is. I read that misgendering a perrson counts as transphobia so I was wondering if I should take legal action for this and how, because I felt invalidated and embarrassed and I got the impression that she assumed I was crazy just because of what I identify as. I tried asking if there were laws against discrimination on legaladviceUK or legaladvice and I was called a troll or joking even though I am not trolling and I'm being serious. 6 comments share save hide report 16 comments rted by: best Want to add to the discussion? Post a comment! CREATE AN ACCOUNT 1 point 47 minutes ago nice permalink embed save report reply S] 1 point 22 minutes ago This is the first positive comment I've received so far, so thank you! <3 permalink embed save parent report reply 1 point 47 minutes ago this new gender stuff makes ppl really uncomfortable, even i'm having trouble accepting that people can call themselves whatever they want and make other ppl have to adjust for them. you can technically call urself whatever you want, but why a job? don't you feel like your identity is like, you? not ur job? i supposed that everyone else is as surprised as i am. you can't expect them to act perfectly normal and do whatever you say like that. consider maybe being more open minded (just like you want them to be more open minded) and if you want to be called warden, then save that for people you're close with instead of with strangers who don't even know you. I mean, really. i can't imagine barely knowing what you look like because i met you a minute ago, and then you telling me that you want me to refer to you as a job. that would make me REALLY uncomfortable, like i wouldn't be able to act normal with you. maybe be a little easy on ppl. tbh were still getting used to people being trans and the common pronoun switches. you must feel horrible, not being able to express how you feel, but just think about how other people are also really uncomfortable with this, mostly because society as a whole is not used to it permalink embed save report reply [s] 1 point 38 minutes ago Because my job is a part of who I am. It comes up in conversations quite frequently when people ask me what I do for a living. There are some people with autism for instance, who go by the gender "autigender" because their autism is a part of themselves. (Source - https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/autigender and https://nonbinary.wiki/wiki/Neurogender) A job is, in all intents and purposes, an extension of who I am, just as autism is an extension of some people (with autism) Back in the 1930's, people were uncomfortable with people being gay. Progress takes time and I can understand that but people need to understand things change, if calling me by my preferred gender and pronouns makes me happy, then what is the harm in that? permalink embed save parent report reply You've heard of 'autigender', 'stargender' and 'frostgender', now being a prison warden can be a gender! 🤦 (I private messaged them and chatted with them, and they were being 100% serious. smh)

You've heard of 'autigender', 'stargender' and 'frostgender', now being a prison warden can be a gender! 🤦 (I private messaged them and chat...

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Waiting..., Him, and Play: When Divot is awake, Hooli is playing with him. When Divot is asleep, Hooli is impatiently waiting to play with him.

When Divot is awake, Hooli is playing with him. When Divot is asleep, Hooli is impatiently waiting to play with him.

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Teacher, Got, and Wii: This is my social studies teacher. I'm failing his class. This is him when he got his wii.

This is my social studies teacher. I'm failing his class. This is him when he got his wii.

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Bad, Come Over, and Friends: 91% ll91% 1:57 l91% 1:57 1:56 TH7 PM It's pretty late You mentioned nothing about being at your dad's and kept sending messages like you were g9oing to head out right after that message, and 4 1/2 hours later, when the events for the day were done, messaged that you were finally leaving. That is intentionally misleading and I am too old for high school 3:07 AM Monday, October 28, 2019 K what does that mean lol 3:08 AM I just pulled up to a friends house to play video games It means it's pretty late and when I'm done playing smash I'm gonna go home 12:00 AM 3:09 AM Over here or K | 12:01 AM View all K You can stop by on your way 3:09 AM 9:33 PM 12:04 AM K You'll have to pass me Sunday, October 27, 2019 3:10 AM Still gaming K I take the interstate home because it's the straightest shot K Apologies 11:10 PM ? 2:33 AM 3:10 AM I honestly planned on coming just to K Get off on nt blvd or and come see me K see you but not participating Yep 3:03 AM 3:11 AM Wyd 11:11 PM K Come over I think I'm gonna go home and take care of some chores because it's after 3am 3:07 AM Monday, October 28, 2019 It's pretty late 3:16 AM 3:07 AM I just pulled up to a friends house I have a chore for you lol 12:00 AM Play video games 3:19 AM 91% 1:57 D0 1:57 91% 91%自 1:58 care of some chores because it's after So why are you doing the same thing the people who made me leave tinder did? residence in the middle of the night. 2) The fact you don't see that as both skeevy and a major red flag is massively concerning 3) I told you the day I gave you my number that was an issue I had with tinder and the main reason I 3am 3:16 AM 4:19 AM K Ihave a chore for you lol 3:19 AM K As in Are you interested in me or my What am I doing baby 4:20 AM 3:20 AM genitals? 自 View all 4:28 AM K Please tell me and I apologize for making you feel the way they did K All of you actually 3:23 AM Sorry for wanting to see you at a K late time. 4:31 AM Tell me honey K And you- your interest? 4:21 AM 3:24 AM See I dont think "skeevy" and I'm not K 1) I barely know you and you started to push me to go to your private residence in the middle of the night 2) The fact you don't see that as both skeevy anda major red flag is massively concerning. 3) I told you the day I gave you my number that was an issue I had with tinder and the main reason I so its not alarming to me. K ? 3:36 AM And I didn't push you to do anything 4:32 AM So why are you doing the same thing the people who made me leave tinder I dont think of bad terrible disgrace K ful things or that type of bullshit because I don't fuck around that way I'm a great guy and honestly lonely 4:19 AM did? K As in too. View all What am I doing baby Anyway sorry and be safe on the highway 4:20 AM 4:28 AM Sorry for wantina to see uou at a I met him when he hit my car.
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