that picture of the little boy holding a puppy and smiling with the writing on the bottom that says hi daddy this is my doggy chelsea isn’t she cute i love you and the picture of the cat with the writing that says our michael… pet photos of all time
Registered sex offenders in Ontario would not be able to legally change their names if a bill that’s before the legislature passes.
The legislation jointly introduced this week by Progressive Conservatives Laurie Scott and Laura Smith is all but ensured passage, with their party – which has a majority in the legislature– supporting it.
“This bill, if passed, will stop the Karla Homolkas from becoming the Leanne Teales,” Smith said, referring to the infamous killer and her name change.
“We just feel that the right to change somebody’s name should not be abused. We want to strengthen our province’s commitment to zero tolerance to these offenders and their heinous crimes and put our full support behind the victims and the families … We have to close up this loophole.”
lots of people in the states being changed to count as ‘sex offenders’ thanks to a lot of anti-trans bills, and with Saskatchewan passing their shitty “need parents’ permission to change pronouns” law that just passed…
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Your reminder that - yea, even in extreme circumstances like these - rights are rights, not “good boy privileges”.
When we take away the rights of undesirable communities, we give the oppressor the tool by which to disenfranchise anyone who opposes them.
There are a not-insignificant number of older queers who are sex offenders for doing things like “hitting on another adult of the same gender” here in the US, so that … scans.
Long ass addition. you have been warned.
alright so. lets start with this:
People are people. People who break the law are people. Yes, even people who do heinous shit. Yes, even sex offenders.
People have rights. This of course includes basic needs, like food, hygiene, shelter, water, healthcare. They also, quite crucially, have the right to privacy. Yes, even sex offenders.
The next logical step here would be to define what a sex offender actually is. Unfortunately I have no idea how to figure out what exactly constitutes a sex crime in Ontario. I believe it may involve wading through a lot of legal crap and I don’t have the time, energy, or expertise to do so. But, here’s what I have been able to gather:
Some crimes that we tend to think of first when we hear the words “sex offense”/“sex offender” Include: rape, incest, sexual abuse, sexual assault, bestiality, csa, child porn, sex trafficking, genital mutilation.
Some crimes that can be sex offenses that we don’t necessarily think of in this context:
Prostitution (also probably prostitution related charges, such as the kind that basically prevent sex workers from receiving money from others because sometimes in some places that’s a crime under anti-pimping laws? Philosophy Tube’s video about sex work references this, iirc. Feel free to correct me on this.)
corruption of a minor (I literally have no idea what this is, found it on this webpage, if anyone knows please tell me)
sodomy (legal in Canada, illegal but not enforceable in 12 US States; still, point about older queers stands
unlawful imprisonment
indecent exposure
public urination (they really do love criminalizing homelessness)
Transporting a person across jurisdictions with the intent of engaging in sexual activities (this is different from sex trafficking? not sure how this one works, it’s also from this webpage.)
I put these ones in a bulleted list so my commentary in parentheses is easier to discern. I pulled this list from a combination of American and Canadian sources, and I couldn’t really find a solid definition for what a sex offense is in Ontario specifically.
There’s a lot of reading out there regarding this subject. Here’s some more, separated by 'free to read’ and 'you might need a library card/school account to log into JSTOR for these.’ If ppl really care about this addition then I can always download pdfs of the latter and put them in a google drive folder.
So, I personally think people should care about this in that justice should be humane and restorative, not vindictive and cruel, and sex offenders are already heavily penalized and somewhat marginalized in our society.
And I haven’t even mentioned the way folks who don’t engage in any of the crimes I mention might fall under the label of “sex offender” anyway. The way anti-trans and anti-queer laws have been ramping up in the US is one of the most obvious; anti-drag laws are also likely going to affect certain racial groups (often POC, especially Black women are labelled/considered less feminine/“mannish.”) They’re also likely to affect fat people; a common form of fatphobia is acting as though fatness disqualifies one from their gender. And they’re not likely to stop at trans people; they’re going to come after queerness on the whole, too. (And in some places, they already are.)
This entire thing is terrifying. On a similar note to what user gayadvicefairy said above, passing this law would grant our oppressors more tools with which to disenfranchise us. We do not need more surveillance. We do not need more punishment. We need rehabilitative and restorative justice. We need liberation.
A bit of light for the end of this- while there was hateful protests across Canada, there were also massive counter protests which hugely outnumbered the protesters, in some areas more than 10 to 1. Here’s a few pics courtesy of a friend from our downtown after the protests-
i know it’s because they didn’t have the kind of modern medical knowledge we do back then but reading about polar exploration history is hysterical in hindsight because so many of these guys heard accounts from their fellow explorers describing the absolutely hellish obstacles they faced from both the extreme environment and their own mental and physical deterioration and were like “skill issue” and then went there to prove it and encountered the exact same problems
Being able to force every last job in existence to make itself sufficiently respectful, acceptable, and worthwhile to the worker that someone will choose to do it when NOT goaded by the threat of starvation is probably both the greatest positive effect UBI would accomplish AND the real reason it faces so much opposition.
“biblical angels” you do realise there are angels in the old testament that are literally just regular looking guys, right? you do know that the hallucinogenic incoherent descriptions are in like. two books. and the rest of the time angels are just guys. you know that, right?
and I’m not saying don’t have fun with weird angels. I’m saying, either the eldritch forms are for special occasions, or the society of the angels is Many-Eyed-Many-Winged-Interlocking-Circles, Four-Faces-Six-Wings, and Mike.
Literally Raphael is just a normal person!
this is what the heavenly breakroom is like
So weird that there’s a biblical angel who looks just like a water cooler
they looked at each other and said “can you believe this woman???” 😂😂 😂
BEtrAyAL! BeTRaYaL oF MoThEr! MOtHer DOeS nOt LOvE uS! AbANdoNmENt! MOtHeR HaS BetRaYed Us! BEtRayAL oF ThE HigHEsT oRdEr! DeAtH FoR MoTheR FoR A thOuSaND YeARs!
If we are only permitted to consent or not consent to certain aspects of life then consent as a whole is meaningless. It's not a phobia or an ism to say that I don't consent to seeing people's genitals all over my dash. Tumblr is not Onlyfans, go slop your nasty grundle at the camera on OF. Us normal people don't want to see that.
You can consent to unfollow or follow accounts that post mature content in the feed, but none of the PFPs in the live carousel are violating your consent by wearing bathing suits and visibly existing.
And I slop my cunt on clips4sale because OF is too uptight for fisting.
People need to wrap their heads around the idea that ‘consent’ only comes into play when someone is doing something to you. It doesn’t come into play when people are simply existing in a way that you don’t like, including being naked.
In your life, things will be visible to you that you don’t want to have visible to you – the answer is not to make those things not exist, but to turn off those things or turn away from them so that they are no longer visible to you. Even if someone was spreading their cheeks on Tumblr Live right there in the PFPs, the problem isn’t them spreading their cheeks but that Tumblr is forcing you to look at the PFPs once a week in order to turn shit off.
There are many places, incidentally, where public nudity is perfectly legal in real life. In most of Oregon, you can be naked as long as you aren’t advertising anything or performing a sex act or actively trying to arouse people. Portland has laws against exposing your genitals except as an act of protest. (See: Naked Bike Ride.) In Washington State, you must commit 'lewd or obscene behavior’ for nudity to be illegal – and no, being naked is not lewd or obscene behavior on its own, sorry bubbuleh. There are only 3 states in the US where Titties Out For Purposes Other Than Breastfeeding But The Titties Are Just Hanging Out is illegal all by itself. (Indiana, Tennessee, and Utah, in case you were wondering.)
People’s trauma doesn’t make other people’s actions morally wrong, either, because that’s usually the next argument. I was literally put into an Exvangelical flashback and onto the verge of a panic attack earlier today by a comedian badly singing a bit from 'I’m In The Lord’s Army.’ That doesn’t make doing that morally wrong, it just meant that I had to be a fucking grown-up and deal with the feelings that I had when that happened.
And can we talk about the idea that being naked or sexual is not 'normal’? Lord almighty.
Not for nothing, but also you very much DID consent to whatever Tumblr or your followed blogs post on your dash, because you choose to use the website. What you’re dealing with isn’t an issue of consent, what you’re dealing with is an issue of boundaries. Boundaries are limits you draw that dictate your behaviors, not the behaviors of others. “I don’t like when you do X, so you must stop” is an attempt to control the behavior of others, whereas “I don’t like when you do X, so if you do X, I will remove myself so I do not have to experience X” is a boundary.
You consented to using the website when you agreed to their terms of service and continued to use their website, and that now entails participating in the same public space as Tumblr live. In this public space, there are rules about some nudity or close to nude states that are allowed within the rules put forth in those TOS that you are to (and anything else can be reported, as it’s not allowed).
You have a boundary regarding nudity, which says that if there is nudity or near-nudity (Tumblr Live, someone posting it on your dash, etc), then you do not want to be in the same space, and need to remove yourself from the situation (turn off Live, unfollow the person). You are not doing that, and it’s resulting in stress, which you’re taking out on others. But your decision to not follow your own boundary is not on Tumblr or anyone else in this public space. That’s on you for not respecting your own boundary, and behaving appropriately.
Coming back for a moment with this. TikTok found this did not violate their terms of service.
Okay I have not stopped thinking about this and I need to explain why.
So firstly it’s at least partially inaccurate. Yes, Jews in Slavic lands continued to speak their language, Yiddish. However, for a variety of reasons, Jews in these areas also spoke the language of the gentiles who lived around them.
I know this because my grandparents still speak Polish, a Slavic language, to this day. Also, the letters from my family in the Warsaw Ghetto are written in Polish.
Also Jewish migration to Slavic areas started earlier than the 1700s.
So that’s the first thing.
The second thing is that we are currently facing a massive wave of gentiles who would like to tell us who we are and where we come from for political reasons. The fact that ethnic Jews exist, and that we originate in the levant, is contrary to the popular narrative that fuels the Free Palestine movement in the west. And it doesn’t have to. I support a Free Palestine and I KNOW where we come from. But if people stopped seeing Israel and Palestine strictly through the lens of European Colonialism, people might stop supporting Hamas and calling for the destruction of Israel. And this is not the goal of all people who advocate for Palestine, but the idea that Jews are all simply foreign white European invaders is what keeps the average westerner so strongly involved.
And I know this because I’ve seen the reactions that people have when Jews start to talk about their ethnicity and ethnic origins. People go absolutely ballistic.
We have so many people telling us that Jews should simply go back to Europe. I’ve even seen people say that there should be a Jewish state in Europe because Zionism is “their fault.” As one of my friends put it, “naughty countries have to deal with the Jews”
And then you start to get the sense that people really don’t want us anywhere, which is why this tiktok is antisemitic. The person who posted it is antisemitic.
But as a Jew who knows where I come from, I also think it is FUCKING HILARIOUS. Because idiots everywhere are saying that Ashkenazi Jews popped out of the ground in Europe. And they either provide khazar theory, which is known to be antisemitic or they provide no explanation at all.
It’s so bitterly hilarious to me.
People are saying: Jews should go back to Europe! That’s where they come from
And Europeans are going: here?
I think my favourite part is “I don’t know where tf they came from” as if we arrived from Mars or something.
WE KNOW WHERE WE CAME FROM.
But they don’t want to hear it from us. They don’t trust us. When we say something they don’t like, it becomes “Zionist propaganda.”
I don’t know. Maybe they’ll hear it from another antisemite.
I just know that if Israel had lost the 1948 war and the Arab nations had followed through with their intended genocide “from the river to the sea” and killed all of the Jews in the region, Westerners would still be telling Jews in their countries to “go back to Palestine”.
Wait. So where do Jews come from? Their existence was never really covered in the history I was taught until the 1900s.
It occurred to me just after I posted my last poll that polls serve a very interesting second purpose, on top of causing fights over food choices and determining the best blorbo. The little “67 votes” marker is perhaps the most accurate look at how many people have seen any given post, and it is always far bigger than the number of notes! A poll with two reblogs might have fifty votes! There’s so many people on this website, it’s amazing!
So I want to try something. An experiment, if you will, to see how many people actually see a given post. For science. And for the little gremlin in me who likes experiments and numbers and statistics and wants new experiments and numbers and statistics to play with.
do you all remember in the early 2010s where people were talking about freeing the nipple and that mixed-gender sports should become a thing and the removal of period tax and all of that and then some people realised that would mean trans people too ans they instantly decided to revert to bioessentialism 101 and now i have to see grating sentences like Well maybe jeopardy should be gender-segregated because males have a biological advantage in pressing a button
I’m all for going about queerness with the goal of not being able to be understood by outsiders but like. you’ve GOT to be normal about aro & ace people if you do. you can’t go on about being confusing to cishets for fun and then complain about ace & aro people who go about sex and romance and attraction in ways that don’t make sense to you.
supporting queerness that confuses others should include queerness that confuses YOU too even if you’re queer yourself.
I helped at a cookie decorating table for kids today. It was a Halloween party. There were pumpkin-shaped cookies. And the whole time, I couldn’t stop thinking about that poem I’ve seen, the one about the little boy who would draw the wildest things, and then he went to school and he was taught to draw the red flower with the green stem. Remember that poem? Yeah.
The adults were obsessed with how these kids were decorating their pumpkin cookies. Constant questions. “You want me to get you the green icing for the stem?” “Oh, don’t you want to give it a green stem?” “Here, let me give you a hand with that.” Parents looking at their child’s orange pumpkin with a green stem and saying “oh, I like the stem!”
No one complimented the ones that were different, the ones that were brown and orange and green frosting mashed together, with sprinkles scattered haphazardly on top. They weren’t rude about them, no. But there was very little praise for the artistry of those chaotic cookies. An “oh, look at that, you made an icing pile, you want to eat it?” perhaps. An encouraging voice. But no compliments.
I made a cookie for myself at one point. A brown pumpkin, with an orange stem. I wanted the brown icing, it was chocolate. And the stem…at that point I had heard too many people pushing for the green stem. Maybe I had to prove to myself that I still had my creativity. Maybe I was trying to prove to the kids that they could do it too. They could paint outside the lines. Their cookie didn’t have to look like all the others.
Their flower didn’t have to be red with a green stem.
I feel like it would be useful if people conceived of causing emotional harm to others more through the lens of being the emotional equivalent to stepping on someone’s foot. Like obviously you can step on someone’s foot deliberately and maliciously, but most of the time if someone tells you you stepped on their foot you’re going to go “oh sorry I didn’t realise!” and stop doing it and try not to do it again. Getting caught up in how it makes you feel to be Someone Capable of Stepping on Others’ Feet would be a transparently self indulgent distraction from the other person’s pain, but also like… that’s just a status you hold by virtue of being human. Never ever ever stepping on someone’s foot is not really achievable, and therefore is not necessary to being a Good Person: what matters is that you do not step on others’ feet deliberately, and – most importantly – that you react kindly and calmly to any inadvertent foot-stepping you have been doing being brought to your attention, so that you can make best use of it as something that will help you reduce the amount of foot-stepping you will do in the future.
What’s funny is that this was actually the exact metaphorical framing that social justice Tumblr adopted ten years ago or so; but back then, the logic progressed from “You still need to apologize for stepping on someone’s foot, regardless of intention” (true) to “intention doesn’t matter” (umm…) to “therefore stepping on someone’s foot by accident is exactly as bad as intentionally stepping on someone’s foot and you’re a terrible person if you do it!” (No!) Anyway, I find it interesting that we’re now using the foot-stepping metaphor to explain the absolute futility of framing this in “terrible person” terms (and I approve)
the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.
Love that the car at the back is like ‘WTF is wrong with these losers? I’m gonna overtake!’ Then it see the baby swans and it like, 'Oh! My bad.’ And pulls in again.
I find swan parenting so interesting and relatable. Although they’re closely related to ducks, their strategies are entirely different. A mother duck is usually typified by being “careless” with her babies, meaning that she just goes wherever without consideration for them, and they struggle to keep up; ducks don’t really comprehend what terrain or situations are inaccessible for ducklings, so you’ll often see a mother duck carelessly using stairs, or flying off a building or cliff, while her babies literally die trying to follow. Ducks aren’t noted for their situational awareness, but this is really shocking to watch in the case of Mama Duck. She doesn’t usually check behind her, can’t manage them through complex situations, and gives no impression of even having any idea of how many babies she has (that’s why it’s a good thing she often has 14 in babies a clutch, and can pull off 2 clutches a year; in the wild, most of these are expected to die, as a sort of background protein link in the food web.) (On a farmyard, you might give them to a broody hen to raise, as they’ll have a more attentive parent that way.)
Swans, by contrast, take two parents about a year to raise about seven babies, and they RAISE them. They’re very attentive and conscious of their children’s safety. Even in this short video you can see that one parent is leading the children while the other keeps an eye on the card, using body language to communicate with partner and cars. The straight fixed glare at the car not only gives the swan a better look, but is also the polite first indication that the swan wants space (blowing past this signal is one reason why human/swan interactions quickly become antagonistic.) they’re walking very slowly and deliberately, which (unintentionally) forces the cars to treat them like pedestrians, but is an unusually slow pace aimed at making it very easy for the very young babies to follow properly.
I don’t know. I just like swans. I like their confidence in the human world, and their firm belief that everyone can follow the Swan Rules and behave properly if they try. I like that they relate to us and therefore have expectations that we’ll follow Swan Rules. They cross at the crosswalk because that’s what is Done and they expect everyone to respect how things are Done. In every post about swans on social media there will always be several comments about how swans are violent and it will always be down to: “they expect us to know how things are Done, and get mad when we don’t.”
Feel free to specify which model of car it is! For example, Honda CRVs: none of them know how to fucking drive >:( Meanwhile, all Nissans are my enemies by principle
So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.
Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.
One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.
All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.
So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.
And Mr. Hargrove loved it.
It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.
Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”
And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.
Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.
One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.
That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.
And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.
And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)
So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.
Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.
This is the first time I’ve seen this post but I know I’m gonna love reading it every time it shows up on my dash
Before 10th grade we took a test to get into honors English, and I wasn’t on the list.
My mother called the teacher, who looked at the essay I’d submitted, and said, “Someone graded this maliciously, you’re in the class.” (It had been graded by a third party.)
Later, he called her to ask if it was possible I’d plagiarized something because the writing was too mature. She laughed at him. And he believed her when she said I was too cocky to copy anyone else’s work, and from then on, he was my best English teacher at that school.
I butted heads with half that English department, but him? He got me.
I butted heads with
half that English department,
but him? He got me.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
My dad was dealing with some mixed feelings so I told him “In therapy when something is too complicated to do a simple ‘pro and contra list’ we sometimes do an excercise where you imagine all these mixed feelings around a table in some kind of conference, letting each tell their bit and you leading the debate.”
and my dad didn’t really respond and just stared ahead so I kept preparing lunch. Until a few minutes later when he suddenly piped up: “I am having a bad time at the conference”
I too am having a bad time at the conference
Reblog if you too are having a bad time at the conference
girl help I’m getting they/them’d by well-meaning people who don’t know what a tomboy is
This feeling is strange and complicated. On the one hand it’s legit quite cool that nonbinary pronouns are becoming more widespread! On the other, I’ve spent my whole life pursuing interests and hobbies and ideals that weren’t seen as particularly feminine, and when I was younger this was a major source of bullying and stress alongside some generalized misogyny taking the form of “you can’t do or be anything you think is cool because you are innately inferior and to do otherwise means violating your nature,” and it took me a while to conclude that this was just straight horseshit top to bottom and I could do whatever I wanted and present myself however I wanted without in any way being Not A Girl, and now it’s like the exact same concept has flipped sides and is coming from a point of theoretical validation but still calculates out to “that’s not very ladylike of you, you must be something else”. anyway she/her thanks gang
I think it’s like. the understanding that the gender binary is a small part of a much wider space of identities is separate from the understanding that a lot of that gender binary is a false dichotomy that artificially walls off universal human experiences behind specific pronouns and while the first concept is gaining wider understanding the second is lagging a little, which means “I am a girl and I like doing boy things” reads as “oh I’ve heard about this, you must be one of the Others who don’t do the binary” rather than “the concept of ‘boy things’ is stupid from the jump”
just to be 100% clear
what this post is NOT talking about: using they/them pronouns for someone you don’t know, aren’t sure of, hasn’t had a chance to introduce themselves, etc.
what this post IS talking about: my highly personal experience seeing some people “correcting” my commenters that were using she/her pronouns for me, because, despite me exclusively using she/her pronouns and saying so whenever asked, through no action of mine they had gotten the idea that I was using “they/them”.
girl help I put a nuanced personal experience on the reading comprehension website
it obviously makes sense, but one of my friend’s kids is going into swim class, and all the parents got an email today going, “when little ones are scared, they cling on to instructors. PLEASE trim their nails.”
i don’t know why that’s so funny to me, but just. the idea of this poor, scratched swim instructor having to make sure to email before each class as a reminder to please declaw the children SENT me.
When I taught swim lessons I remember trying to delicately ask parents not to cover their child in shea/coconut/olive oil before lessons.
“I understand your skincare regimen and wanting to protect their tender baby flesh from the pool chemicals, but COULD YOU NOT OIL YOUR CHILD LIKE A GREASED PIG before tossing them in the POOL? Thanks EVER so much!”
This is the best description I’ve heard for this method, I always thought it was bullshit because I never heard a description that actually explained how to do this other than “tap your head 20 times”.
I have anxiety-induced hissing, which sounds/feels different from sound-induced tinnitus (which I have also experience). Sound-based tinnitus actually sounds like you’re “hearing” something in your ears, whilst the hissing I have feels like it’s “inside my head”, if that makes sense. But this technique still helps!!
Here’s a visual I found because I couldn’t understand the instructions well
My ringing just went away for the first time in years. What is this blissful quiet.
wait wait i gotta try this, i don’t think i’ve had Actual Silence since i was like 5
HOW THE FUCK
Reblogging to save a life, and also because, even if you don’t have tinnitus, this is totally worth trying if you like new sensory experiences.
Just showed this to my dad, and in his words, “The cicadas are still there, but the train is gone.”
At this point, though, the more the merrier! And this one looks like a jolly little fellow!
Oh, is that for me? How kind of you, little guy! Though I’m not hungry now.
Looks like the others are pretty hungry, though!
What a cute little picnic! I think I’m gonna like this new little creature…!
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Welcome to Rain Wool: Downpour! For the first entry in the series, I’ve got none other than the one, the only, the chonker of all time, the Gourmand!
Let me tell you, at first I wasn’t sure how well this would turn out. Not only did I struggle to find an adequate soft orange-yellow color, but I thought it would be a bit hard to figure out the exact volumes and degree of Gourmand’s chubbiness. I usually use a mix of in-game art, sprites, and certain fanart for reference, but even so it can be a little hard to translate them into a 3D form, especially with someone like Gourmand. But nonetheless, I’m really happy with how this guy turned out, and it seems to grow cuter every time I look at it!
For these characters, I also wanted to try something new. Some recent asks have really helped me realize that I honestly prefer making needle-felted figures as unique toys of sorts rather than traditional look-don’t-touch art pieces, so I’ll be designing the figures around that purpose.
And as such, to really act on that idea and further bring these slugcats to life, I thought I’d try making a few tiny props for them!
I’ve got a bunch of more game-accurate spears made from bamboo skewers, and for Gourmand in particular I needle-felted some simple food items! I would’ve done more variety, but alas I haven’t the right wool colors yet to make other foods.
Regardless, I hope you enjoy this little guy as much as I do, and continue to stick around as the rest of the Downpour cast takes up woolen form!
