being uncomfortable becomes easier when you realize thatâs literally the point. itâs like working out. if you work out & it becomes easy for you, you already got all you could out of that workout. your body adjusted & is strong enough to handle it now. youâre not improving anymore. thatâs why you up the ante with harder workouts, where youâre uncomfortable & not quite strong enough yet. bc eventually you will be strong enough. but if itâs not a challenge, thereâs no gain. & thatâs exactly how it is with situations out of your comfort zone. the more you put yourself in them, the easier they getâbut that in-between phase where youâre struggling is still completely valid and ok and natural. itâs whatâs supposed to happen. itâs whatâs going to change you as a person. and you should keep doing it
Some tags I found in notes that I feel are a very, very important caveat
why do you have bad memories from helping landlady take care of kofu when he was a baby? what did he do?
That was somebodyâs mom whose dream had always been to be a restaurant owner but sadly she married into the mafia and she was like the mom of someone important and moms are like the one authority italians recognise so when she put her foot down and said âNO. We are going to make them great food and give them the most lovely evening!â Nobody dared disagree and thanks to op she got to live her dream for a night she probably remembers them as fondly as they remember her
You’re an ancient Greek man coming home from 4 months of war to find your wife 3 months pregnant. Now you’ve embarked on a solemn quest: to punch Zeus in the face.
Soon after you begin your quest, you encounter another man in a similar situation. You decide to join forces, as two mortal men stand a better chance at punching Zeus than one.
Two villages over, you encounter a woman who had relations with Zeus and was left with a highly aggressive half-boar half-man offspring. She too feels your anger and offers to join your quest.
By the time you reach Mount Olympus, you’ve amassed a large and formidable army of cuckolded/ravished mortals, demigods with daddy issues, mythical creatures with scores to settle, and a seamstress who you’re pretty sure is Hera in disguise.
Zeus never stood a chance.
What I find best about this scenario is that the original wife probably expected to be murdered for her infidelity at worst or have her relationship with her husband ruined as he grew to resent her baby, at best.
Instead this man looked at his beloved and said, “who did it?”
And she replied “Zeus,” accepting he probably wouldn’t believe her.
And then he sighed, strapped his sandals back on and said, “I’ll be back before the baby is born.”
“Where are you-?”
“The lord of the sky came into my house, molested my wife in my bed and ate my food. I am going to settle the score.”
“Darling, he’ll kill you.”
“He may try, if he would like.”
You’re so right, that IS the best part.
I’m personally caught up on the seamstress.
“The pathway up Olympus is guarded by dozens of traps and perils strong enough to thwart even the Titans. How are we going to get past all of…” the shepherd boy with golden eagle feathers gestured uselessly at the slopes above them, particularly the herd of eight-legged goats snorting fire.
“There’s a way around,”
Yiorgos
said, though he was not specifically asked. But he had been the first to begin the march on Olympus, and so felt obligated to take the lead whenever possible, “In the stories there’‘s always a way around whatever obstacles the Gods place in our way.”
He hadn’t meant the words to come out as a question, but they had that lilt to them none-the-less. And even though he hadn’t meant it to be a question, much less a question directed at anyone specific, it was directed at one all the same. Just as the eagle-feathered shepherd boy’s had.
“Way I heard it,” a woman’s voice said. Rough with the Mycenaean Greek equivalent of a backwoods accent, and with the depth of a farmer’s wife who straps cattle to her back to carry to market, “there’s a back path. Hidden behind an invisible door that only one key in the world can open.” Everyone’s eyes had turned to the broad older woman in heavy shawl sitting amidst supplies in the foremost cart. “Least, that’s what my grand-mammy always told me.” she added after a moment of dozens of eyes on her.
“Oh, we were so foolish!” That was Lydia, a lithe waif of a woman, many months pregnant, sitting opposite the seamstress in the wagon. “Of course there’d be a.. a quest. They’d keep such a key in the depths of Tartarus or in the golden chariot of Apollo, or, or-”
“Or”, the older woman cut her off in a voice both firm, but much gentler than she used on anyone else, “he’s like all husbands and has been promising to move the key someplace better for the past three thousand years but hasn’t gotten around to it.” She gestured vaguely to the hillside, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was under, say, that bush right over there.”
It was. Of course. And everyone in the caravan agreed that it had been a very lucky and wise guess from the nameless woman and for the upteenth time since she first sat herself down in the front wagon and announced she was coming along with no further explanation, each and every last member very purposefully gave no further thought to the matter.
[ID: Tweet by @MaryHeglar reading âSo sick of hearing that government âinactionâ brought about climate change. They acted: they subsidized fossil fuel companies, gave them leases, spouted their misinformation, criminalized protest. Nothing about that is passive.â]
Did they know their actions would destabilize the climate? Yes. They acted on that too. They militarized borders and criminalized refugees to make sure that the people they were murdering couldnât seek shelter among the rich and privileged.
Thatâs not some conspiracy theory. If you read policy documents from the early 2010s you can find sentences like âAn increase in global drinking water shortages in 2020-2030 will destabilize regimes and lead to increased pressure on EU borders, requiring investment and increased cooperation to achieve a more robust border security.â
They know. Theyâre acting. This is their chosen response.
i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.
no idea whats happening with artfight (kind of? i know a bit but⌠its given me a headache so im ignoring it) but i am justÂ
going to go back to animating this revenge
something is up with artfight?
tl;dr staff mass quit bc they were not paid
what the fuck?
QUICK CORRECTION-
the mods are volunteers, they werenât paid nor did they ask for pay
what theyâre upset about is that Takaia is pocketing all the donation money rather than using it to update and improve the site, plus a lack of communication on getting things done yet refusing to let more mods/staff pitch in, so theyâre quitting as protest.
the moderators want the event to keep going for the sake of the participants, but ArtFightâs future is dubious unless Takaia cleans up their act.
so the tradition of af being down every year wouldnât have been a tradition if it werenât for irresponsible handling of fundsâŚ
almost peed my pants today when my bf told me about this dude in his hometown who dressed up like ryan gosling in Drive every day (including driving gloves) but did not own a car. bf was like “yeah we called him Walk”
23, he/they, the q in lgbtq+*, đ@bakahammerđ. Likes displayed is full of recipes I want to make, life info, things I want to get and occasionally things I need to look at later. I run Is It Furbait with bakahammer and drawnbyaj
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