no lie, i am fully aware i can be annoying, and my overreaction can look at little weird, but i highly doubt i am the only one who, after weeks and months of building up stress from big and little things that keep stacking up, has one last tiny thing happend to them that makes it all tumble and break, and after having a good cry, suddendly feels fine again (aside from the physical exhaustion coming from that) and can think much more rationally about everything again?? right??
i do understand however that it may seem a little off only seeing bits of it and usually mostly the actual breakdown part bc i unfortunately lack the self control in that vunerable emotional state of being to stop myself from talking about it, and while you are very much in the right to dislike me bc of it, its good to remember that there always is much more behind what you get to see :)
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Now Then Magazine, a news site local to Sheffield and Manchester, UK, has published a wonderful interview by Philippa Willitts with Eddie Izzard.
The interview focuses primarily on Eddie’s bid to run in the next general election for MP of Sheffield but also touches on her gender identity.
I ask if the influx of toxicity around her trans identity is upsetting, and she insists it's not. When I press her, she says that years of stand-up taught her to deal with hecklers, and that she uses the same approach with critics who focus on her trans identity.
She does, however, seem exasperated that being trans is something she is forced to repeatedly defend.
"Some people have a problem with trans, but I exist – I'm true, I'm real. I'm being honest about my genetics, or whatever it is inside me. And that is a true thing. I came out back in 1985. So I exist, and I’m not trying to get in anyone's way but I’m trying to create a little bit of space for myself.
“If someone wants to say, ‘You are wholly wrong for existing’, that’s not right. I think women have been through hell... women have had a lot of hell done to them, but it wasn’t done by trans women – it wasn’t done by trans people. We’re just trying to exist, trying to express ourselves."
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River: Sorry, that was bad of m…
Meadow: Don't -she shook her head picking a small pouch with a ribbon so he could put the gem in- I know you don't like me and you don't like how much I care about magic.
River: I like you…
Meadow: Your sister disappears for over six months and you don't even bother to call to know if I am alive.
He looked down and she sighed.
Meadow: Here.
River: How much.
Meadow: It's a gift. I'm just happy you're finally moving on with your life -and she gave him a sad yet hopeful smile- Now, can you please go? I need to close up.
River nodded and walked away, taking the bouquet and gift for Lucas. He stopped at the door, turning to give a quick glance to his sister who had returned to closing up the store. He noted how the place was so much her. The flowers, the trinkets, all the cute cottage and witchy clutter. Gems, trinkets and flowers, decorated so cozily. Over a shelf by the cashier, she had three photos. One of her and her parents, one of her and him before that blasted magic exam she failed so miserably, and one of her Flynn and he could see the familiar form of Emil on her graduation. Only now did River fully realize he missed her graduation.
With a sigh he left, heading home to pick up his date. In the living room, Hayle and Lucas were still talking about things. Hayle knew he would simply return to walking round and round if he was left to his own devices, so they discussed music, pets, the shelter and all different things. He turned his head slowly, something Hayle had noticed before, how Lucas when he was home, seemed to sense River when he was getting closer
Hayle: I guess my presence here isn't needed much longer.
Lucas: It's odd.. I can always sense him.. I guess it's the magic?
Hayle: I assume so, I honestly don't know. Could just be that you have that kind of connection.
He would say his husband could sense him, but that was different. After all, Chris was a reaper and could always sense those he wanted too.
Lucas: Thanks, for keeping me company.
Hayle: You're welcome, and enjoy the evening.
Lucas smiled as Hayle nodded at him and left him to go meet River at the door. River got off his jeep and quickly adjusted his clothes, fixed the flowers and brushed a hand through his short hair, trying to make his locks presentable. With a nervous deep breath he walked to the door. It was his house, he lived with Lucas, yet he felt nervous. They had kissed, they were together, and yet, he was as nervous as he felt the first time he took Rylan on a date. Perhaps because this represented a new page of his life. Like his sister had said. He was moving on. He opened the door, and hiding the flower behind his back made his way to the living room where he heard the noise of Lucas pacing about.
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“Castle?” Emmy parroted. “That wasn’t our intention,” Trahan said sheepishly, “we just hadn’t gone this way yet.”
"That's alright-"
"There's more than-"
"Just the Castle."
"There's the Capital Market-"
"The Glowing Grove-"
"The Sacred Shrine-"
"But you mustn't go there!"
"Oh no, not there!"
The dog monster pair spoke again in turn completely in sync with the other. The female smiled "But it's not trouble if you want to visit the others!"
"We'd be happy to guide you!" The male offered, both their tails wagging happily.
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It took 70 something hours and several months, but I am officially done with the original trilogy
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hurr hurr I'm a human body hurr hurr I'm gonna solve all my problems using mucus
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pro-AI in the sense of "they taught a bread scanning computer to recognize cancer cells" etc etc
against AI in the sense of "we stole artwork from hundreds to thousands of artists, didn't credit them and didn't financially compensate them"
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i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.
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