Kenji: In An Infirmary Bed I've Got It! Never Have I Ever, Lost A Limb.

Kenji: in an infirmary bed I've got it! Never have I ever, lost a limb.

Atsushi: also in an infirmary bed, puts a finger down Kenji! That's not fair!

Kenji: Sorry Atsushi but it's part of the game. You're turn.

Atsushi: Never have I ever, been stabbed through the gut.

Kenji: pouts puts a finger down That was mean.

Atsushi: grins I thought it was part of the game?

Kenji: Heh, true. Wait you haven't been stabbed?

Atsushi: No I have, just not through the gut. I've been stabbed through the shoulder, the chest.

Kenji: Ah I see, I got stabbed through the chest too. Okay, never have I ever had a grade 3 concussion.

Atsushi: puts a finger down You haven't?!

Kenji: I had a grade 2 but not 3.

Atsushi: Damn. Never have I ever had my heart stopped.

Kenji: Oh yeah you weren't there for that puts finger down.

Rest of the agency listening in:... What the fuck...

Abandon the hospital,

It's time to go,

Away from the people,

Who tried to care for me,

I'LL DIE IN BED ALONE.

Abandon the hospital,

It's my choice to make,

These sterilized walls,

Make me wanna give up,

And the beds are all full,

Of people who need them more than me.

🎤MIC DROP🎤

about the term "pro-recovery"

i don't think it fits me. i started using it thinking it was an alternative to "pro-ana", but when i researched it more, i found out it can mean that you support recovering from mental illnesses no matter what, at all costs, even to the person in question. that's not me. ultimately, the things i value most as a psychiatric survivor, mad liberationist, and anarcho-syndicalist are the individual's right to make decisions for themself- yes, even if it means decisions that will hurt themself. my approach to recovery is one of harm reduction: on its most basic level, i want to minimize people's pain and suffering, and if it means letting them keep unhealthy habits instead of potentially causing more distress through changing it against their will, then that's what will happen. i still unequivically believe that trying to recover from things that cause one distress is the best option, however, i also believe that it's always the individual in question's choice whether or not to recover, and that if someone says that their behaviors aren't distressing to themself or genuinely don't need to change, then that's their perogative and if they want help, they'll get it- i don't know what's best for everyone, so if someone doesn't reach out to change their lifestyle, it's safe to assume they don't want to change it. consent and mutual respect should always come first. my goal with this blog is not to convince people to recover, but to let them know they can, and aid those who do choose to undertake this.

YES! YES! MORE OF THIS! ALL OF THIS!

I don't post about it much, so most of my followers probably don't know, but I'm currently working on a novel with intent to publish and have been for the past few years. When I was initially doing my character sketches in the beginning, my main goal was to avoid toxic, overdone stereotypes- specifically punk phobic and fatphobic ones. And to avoid the godforsaken "all the main characters are traditionally hot" syndrome.

The result of this is four plus size characters:

Ken; an athlete whose kindness gets taken advantage of.

Hyro; an opinionated nerd and fierce leader.

Akari; a caring emo girl with a mentally unwell boyfriend.

Hibiki; a seemingly lazy bum with a secret.

Is there a bummy, dislikeable fat character? Yes. There's also multiple lazy thin characters, including Jin who is traditionally sexy and attractive. It's all about fair representation and equality.

I have three alternative characters and not all of them are mentally ill or unstable or pagan or self harmers. In fact, Akari is none of the above. She's gentle and sweet.

My main character, Youko, is not aggressive and sassy and sarcastic as has become the one-size-fits-all for female protagonists. She's quiet, talented, insecure, and autism coded. Her possible love interest, Tomo, is one of the most average looking characters.

Gotta say, as a fat person and a writer, one of the most healing things I've done is writing fat characters of my own and giving myself the representation I never got to have. My two favorites are: a stereotypical 80's/90's skater guy who calls everyone "dude" or "bro" and fucking loves classic rock and has fluffy bleached hair that always covers his eyes and he's kind of got Bill and Ted vibes, I'm just realizing.

And a chronically ill lesbian whose weight is viewed as super positive because it's a sign she's recovering from her most recent bout of illness and she's artsy and passionate and geeky and her girlfriend absolutely adores her soft, round face because it reminds her of the moon.

We need more fat characters who get to be more than just The Fat Guy, I don't get why people just seem to refuse to give their OCs actual human traits and instead revolve everything around their fatness and how funny or bad it is to be fat.

I'm glad to know there are people who are actively working on bettering the miniscule positive fat representation we have in media currently. I especially love when people make fat characters who are the opposite of all of the stereotypes and tropes forced on us. The athletic character being a fat person whose body has stayed fat all these years, a fat video game character who isn't forced to be a tank, the fashionista character is a fat person who grew up having to sew their own clothes and now is a sewing master with the best sense of style on this side of the Mississippi river. The fat person with an eating disorder who actually gains weight in recovery, the popular girl in school who's fat and not the bully, a love interest who isn't stick thin for once. I hope you continue to write fat characters you enjoy!

-Mod Worthy

Boys in skirts.

Reblog.

Another young Jesus Freak.

When I was watching the new movie Jesus Revolution I noticed the awesome art work on the character Lonnie Frisbee’s jacket.

It reminded me of my own that I made after I was saved in highschool. I was full of passion and burden to share Jesus with my campus and anyone else that would listen.

That zeal spilled out into the streets of downtown Portland in nights of sharing Christ with the homeless, skinheads, King Diamond concerts, gutter punks, cults and normies. I cut my ministry teeth on wild times of glory and Fire with brothers and sisters overcome with the love of Jesus.

We were a mess of broken but resurrected young people. Immature, but reclaimed by Jesus. Sinners becoming the saints God had made, confused on a lot but courageous and full of conviction that fueled our zealous lives.

Our tribe of young Jesus freaks pursued the Lord through communal life together, hosting Bible studies, prayer and worship times, campus witnessing, concerts, late night Shari’s God talk and coffee guzzling, door to door evangelism and when we had extra time we’d go…to church services too.