recovery is not ‘soon i will be untouched, perfect, and in a permanent state of bliss. i will be healed and all will be well, forever.’
recovery is ‘i will continue to survive despite what happens, i will find ways to cope instead of continually tearing myself down. i will recover and will see myself in a light that i never thought was possible.’
Reminded of this excerpt from Getting Through the Day: Strategies for Adults Hurt as Children by Nancy J. Napier: “It also helps to remember that healing occurs in a spiral. We swing around again and again to the same old issues, but at different turns of the spiral. Each time we confront a similar feeling or reaction we have yet another opportunity to learn and to heal. Each time, we bring with us whatever new understanding we have gained since the last time we cycled through this particular difficulty.”
Welcome to the 4 Minute Window Advent Calendar for 2017! Written a bit on the fly but with the goal of giving you a bit of story every day until Christmas to get us through the season. This is the master post, I’ll update as it comes!
***NOW FEATURING ART BY ALBY MANGROVES!!! aka @artgroves
I can’t explain how much I want a 21st century Star Trek au where Kirk still lives in Iowa and it’s like “holy shit aliens just literally landed in my cornfield I can’t believe my life became a bad episode of x-files”
ok but. hear me out like…
kirk as just this genius 21yr old in Iowa building hi-tech shit in his basement; like radios and shit that manage to pick up sub-space frequencies that he helps code w/ the help of Uhura
kirk thinking it’d be a funny prank to make some crop circles in his family’s cornfield
kirk making intricate crop circles that read as some rudimentary script of Vulcan
spock responding to the images that seem to be an SOS from his father; beams down to earth only to find out some humans managed to accidentally learn the vulcan language
“oh so you’re an alien” “indeed” “And…you’re looking for your dad.” “affirmative” “well, you know what this means?” “….” “…roadtrip.”
spock learns the meaning of friendship as he roadtrips across america with a pack of humans that kirk picks up along the way in search of his father: mccoy, the doctor they met in georgia that let them sleep in his basement; scotty the auto repair guy they meet in some backwater town; sulu in new york that is much better at driving than kirk is; nobody really knows how chekov ended up with them, but it’s probably illegal
these are the voyages of the 1970 Volkswagen bus Enterprise
Honestly, for a criminal in Ankh-Morpork, being pursued by Samuel Vimes must be TERRIFYING Just imagine:
You’re walking in the Shades. There’s no one around and your gang is gone. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him: Samuel Vimes.
He’s following you, about thirty feet back. He gets out of the shadows and breaks into a sprint He’s gaining on you! Samuel Vimes.
You’re looking for your gang but you’re all turned around He’s almost upon you now and you can see there’s blood on his face My Gods, there’s blood everywhere!
Running from Commander Samuel Vimes He’s brandishing his badge it’s Samuel Vimes Lurking in the shadoooows! His Grace the Duke of Ankh Samuel Vimes Patrolling the streets (Samuel Vimes) Solving all crimes (Samuel Vimes) Arresting the guiltyyyy
Actual By-The-Book Samuel Vimes!
Now it’s dark and you seem to have lost him but you’re hopelessly lost yourself. Stranded with the Blackboard Monitor! You creep silently through the streets
Aha! In the distance! An old safehouse of your gang friends! Hope! You move stealthily toward it… but your scent! Ah! It’s caught by a werewolf!
Covering your tracks (Quiet, quiet) Sneaking to the safehouse (Quiet, quiet) Now you’re on the doorstep Sitting inside: Samuel Vimes
Lighting a Cigar (Samuel Vimes) He’s coming to arrest you (Samuel Vimes) You’re taking out your weapooon Threatening Commander Samuel Vimes
Moving in to fight with Samuel Vimes Get kicked in the crotch by Samuel Vimes Puking on the floooor Arrested by Samuel Vimes!
You limp into the dark streets Handcuffs tight around your wrists And he has won; you’ve been beaten by Samuel Vimes.
Her name was Dolly Wilde. She was the daughter of Oscar Wilde’s older brother, and was born about 3 months after he died. She worked as an ambulance driver during WW1 and spent most of her free time banging rich ladies. And guys. GUYS.
SHE
LOOKS
JUST LIKE
HER UNCLE
They both have That Face.
I’m so, so happy I know this now.
I would like everyone to know that she went around telling everyone that she was her uncle reincarnated. OK have a good day.
A M A Z I N G
Oh my God, Oscar Wilde and family had Resting Bitch Face.
😀
Resting Wilde Face
That “I’m a gay, Irish socialist in the Victorian era” face.
“Fuck everything about this world”
Side note: it wasn’t just the face. People who knew both Dolly and Oscar Wilde said that they sounded very similar and carried themselves in the same manor.
Both were pretty avid smokers. They both appreciated decadence. They both had very similar lovers.
Also, because history is insane, Dolly Wilde once hit on Zelda Fitzgerald, writer and wife of F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Dolly once said of herself, “I am more like Oscar than Oscar.” And honestly yea, I get why.
Kimchi and Justice 