My dad put all my possessions into trash bags (in my room, didn’t throw anything away) until I practiced riding my bike both with and without training wheels. Important distinction tho: he didn’t berate me for it and stayed by my side to teach me the whole way. Still a wild way to treat a kid.

Something like it could work for like oral stimulation for a kid who has like, proprioceptive problems or feeding problems. But there’s also already better options on the market for tools that do that. Maybe could be a timer for someone with hearing & vision impairments, too? If it wasn’t trash.

From a YA werewolf fiction book of questionable quality, wherein a particular collection of teenage friends called themselves “the amoeba- ever shifting, ever changing, serves no apparent point or purpose and sometimes makes people sick.” Teenagerdom is a wild time to select a screenname.

Well that’s disconcerting.

I dunno, some tubes do deserve to be sued for emotional damages.

Damn, wrong dimension 😭

Okay, that’s absolutely how I dealt with turbulence on my last flight though. Did it help? Debatable.

It’s almost Charity Battle season, and I have a mighty need to support the Corvid Collective somewhere other than FB 😭 (rip Botany Bunch, we tried… multiple times.)

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