[Transcript]
“I think you’ve healed my ballet injuries enough for one day,” Maddie giggled, smirking. “But I do have one teeny-weeny wittle wound that could use a pounding from your Theragun,” she teased.
As their lips were about to meet, the physical therapy office door slammed open. There stood Maddie’s father, looking furious. “What the hell is this?”
“Dad, it’s not what it looks like,” Maddie stammered, her cheeks burning as bright pink as her tutu.
James stood protectively in front of Maddie, his posture tense. “We were just-”
“I know what you are…” Mr. Stevens hissed. He slammed James against the Stairmaster "Balleraggot”
James hadn’t heard that word in years. He was brought right back to PT academy, to the hate he had faced simply because of who he couldn’t help but love. As his head hit the top step of the Stairmaster, he heard all the other familiar slurs, too: nutcracker, chasse chaser, plié-wad, and even tutu-fucker. He collapsed to the ground.
“And you…” He turned to his daughter, who’d broken into tears.
"Don’t think for one fucking second that we didn’t know. That’s right, your mother knew, may she rest in peace. All those years at performing arts high school… any normal daughter would’ve healed from the occasional sprain. Imagine the shame you brought onto your chemotherapy mother when she had to explain to the Rotary Club why her daughter spent her entire senior year in PT. Throwing herself at every new physical therapist. Imagine the tears in your chemommy’s eyes when we heard you in your bedroom, firing, up your Theragun for the fifth time on one of her last nights with us.”
"Leave your daughter alone, " James bellowed, tears streaming down his face as he slowly stood up.
“She’s hardly my daughter now,” Mr. Simmons laughed derisively.
"Make me.”
“Oh, I will.” James cocked his Theragun.
This puts me in mind of Bizzaro Fiction .
What the actual fuck is this, please tell me this wasn’t written by a sentient being?
CHEMOMMY
Found a new nickname for my wife
This reads like a The Other End comic.
WTF…
This is book 2 in a published series.
Link to book one?
The Brightest Light of Sunshine
Determined to walk away from a traumatic past, 22-year-old Grace Allen feels ready to take the next step in her healing journey—dipping a toe into the dating pool. Although she should probably start by making a friend or two, right?
Samuel ‘Cal’ Callaghan isn’t who she had envisioned as her first male friend in… well, forever. With an intimidating build, tattoos everywhere, eight years her senior, and a little sister under his care, the last thing she expected was to warm up to him so easily. As their friendship evolves, Grace can’t help but wonder if Cal is exactly who she’s been looking for all this time.
Cal can’t afford to lose sight of his priorities—making sure his tattoo parlor thrives and taking care of his little sister. Especially the latter. He wants to make sure 4-year-old Maddie has a healthy and happy childhood, despite their mother going off the rails and her father’s blatant neglect. There’s certainly no room for love in his life right now. But when a sweet blonde with a veiled past breaks down his walls, he finds it difficult to stick to his guns.
Reading that was so painful
I don’t understand what is happening.
I’m not sure the writer does either.
My first question is what’s a Theragun? My other questions are about everything else that’s happening…
It’s a muscle massager. It vibrates violently to
To… what? Oh no, I think the Theragun got them!
"cocks theragun*
Needs accessibility: image of pure text for no legitimate reason.
Images of text break much that text alternatives do not. Losses due to image of text lacking alternative:
- usability
- we can’t quote the text without pointless bullshit like retyping it or OCR
- text search is unavailable
- the system can’t
- reflow text to varied screen sizes
- vary presentation (size, contrast)
- vary modality (audio, braille)
- accessibility
- lacks semantic structure (tags for titles, heading levels, sections, paragraphs, lists, emphasis, code, links, accessibility features, etc)
- some users can’t read this due to lack of alt text
- users can’t adapt the text for dyslexia or vision impairments
- systems can’t read the text to them or send it to braille devices
- searchability: the “text” isn’t indexable by search engine in a meaningful way
- fault tolerance: no text fallback if
- image breaks
- image host is geoblocked due to insane regulations.
Contrary to age & humble appearance, text is an advanced technology that provides all these capabilities absent from images.
Also, images require a hundreds of thousands of characters even when they are not conveying a thousand words.
And all of those require energy to be sent to places, unlike what some rando on the internet once said.
- usability
What a terrible day to know how to read.
Craziest theragun ad placement I’ve ever seen
You would have to be a masochist to use a Theragun on your ladybits.
I barely understand any of it, but that makes it even more beautiful.
i’ve seen this screenshot before. the moment i read “ballet injuries”, i braced myself
Shakespeare wishes he could write a master piece like this.





