Referencing obscure Internet memes in mainstream media almost invariably falls flat, but if movie!Deadpool walked into the aftermath of a scene of gratuitous carnage and quipped “wow, it looks like a children’s hospital in here” it would totally work. To those who don’t catch the reference it would come off as generic edgy bullshit, and to those in the know, Deadpool having a Tumblr account is completely believable.
I have come up with a better metaphor than “you can’t pour from an empty cup” for burnout. You can’t boil an empty kettle. Pouring from an empty cup just gets you nowhere. Trying to boil an empty kettle can ruin the kettle, the stove, and burn down your house if you keep trying it.
My electric kettle has a “minimum” mark on it. Sometimes I don’t need that much. Every so often, I’ve boiled less water than that minimum, and it hasn’t broken my kettle or burned my house down.
But I really should not do that again.
When it comes to burnout, it’s important to take time to recuperate. To refill the kettle enough, not just some.
this post feels like it’s lost some of its original context because I remember reblogging it in 2012 when I didn’t have a smart phone and smart phone ownership was much lower in general. So being on tumblr on Christmas meant being physically at a computer and being visibly unsocial if not completely removed from any festivities. Now everyone’s on social media every day of the year. A true heritage post really
Before then, in the 00 decade that didn’t get a name, I was in a roleplay group. I had the least social life, and was in a position to see which holidays meant that the most of us were afk.
Thanksgiving.
Everything else, every other holiday, there were enough people that we could piece together a game for the evening. Thanksgiving was, consistently, when there was no one.
I’m not sure what that says about that particular roleplay group, or what it says about USAmericans and our holidays.
A STREAKER CUT THE ACTUAL CONTESTANT OFF AND BLEW THROUGH IT LIKE HE’S SONIC THE FUCKING HEDGEHOG WHAT THE FUCK
power move
aerodynamic
guy who didn’t realize this was his last day in the timeloop
I’m sorry this is a hilarious prank and dude is very impressive but I’m running away with “dude who doesn’t realize he’s in the last day of the time loop” and using it every time someone pulls some wild-ass shit like this.
This guy knows what he’s talking about. He’s one of the lead writers for Leverage and if you ever watch the series on DVD, do yourself a favor and listen to him talk about how the scripts got written. Some of the advice he has is stuff I use all the time: 1. Don’t introduce an important plot person or thing after the first half of the story. 2. Always tie up loose ends. 3. Introduce important things in the middle of unimportant things. 4. If you have to infodump, find an emotion to tie it to and it will seem less like infodump and more like a motive rant.
Seriously this guy knows how to write.
Unironically my new favorite way to describe the crew in Leverage.
I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven’t seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka “raptures of the deep”
basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.
she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.
if you can solve it, you’re good. that is the hardest part of the test.
because here’s what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they’re not dying, they’re not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.
a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he’d told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he’s at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can’t go down there, but he saw the woman go.
instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.
she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.
when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍
Most inert gasses can cause intoxication at high enough partial pressure, including the nitrogen in the air we normally breathe. Deep water divers often use alternate breathing gas mixes specifically to prevent this. Helium is often used to replace the nitrogen as it has the lowest narcotic effect. It seems that the inert gases dissolve into the lipid membranes of neurons and interfere with them in basically the same way as surgical anesthesia.
I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven’t seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka “raptures of the deep”
basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.
she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.
if you can solve it, you’re good. that is the hardest part of the test.
because here’s what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they’re not dying, they’re not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.
a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he’d told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he’s at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can’t go down there, but he saw the woman go.
instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.
she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.
when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍
Most inert gasses can cause intoxication at high enough partial pressure, including the nitrogen in the air we normally breathe. Deep water divers often use alternate breathing gas mixes specifically to prevent this. Helium is often used to replace the nitrogen as it has the lowest narcotic effect. It seems that the inert gases dissolve into the lipid membranes of neurons and interfere with them in basically the same way as surgical anesthesia.
We need more art teachers like that. In my Intro to Art class I remember two pieces I made that got some attention from my teacher. The first was a wax-resist piece working on drawing figures based on those pose-able dolls. I decided to do an orange and red background with torsos and legs flying all over the place, to resemble an explosion at a doll making factory. My teacher asked me why I wasn’t drawing full figures, and after I explained my vision for the piece she left me to my work and didn’t give me a lower grade because I was still drawing figures, just not fully connected ones.
The other piece was a collage and being the angsty atheist I was, I used bible pages as the base and vented all my frustration with the Catholic church via everything else I put over it, including finding a picture of Mary strapped with dynamite, and AOL ads turned into ads for salvation. I don’t remember if we discussed it, but on the back of the piece she wrote: “Very strong statement. The repetition of the eyes helps create unity. Adding actual currency $ & loose change could help stress your point. Hopefully one day you will have some positive experiences w/ Christianity! Unfortunately - corruption is present in many peoples, places & things, sometimes even in those with truly good intentions…”
^ sadly this piece fully detached from its backing, as did the Mary cutout, so this is the closest approximation I could make of how it was. I’m really not sure where Mary is supposed to be.
Rather than scold me for not following the implied rules of an assignment or judging me for making something taboo (and blasphemous), she accepted and encouraged my artistic vision, and that’s the best thing an art teacher can do.
😍😍😍
Aw shit, this deserves a real response and stuff but I’m pretty drunk right now and can’t give it one. So, uh…
Fucking with that doll: A++. Admire. Had one of those. Should start doing that with what they taught me a face needs to look like.
Fucking with Catholicism: A++. Admire. Wasn’t personally hurt by Catholicism, just have to live in a country influenced by it.
I am deleting so many rambles.
I was personally hurt by different baseline-for-my-culture stuff. Bitter about standardized education, recently.
The idea that I could have the courage to artistically scream at the power structures around me and then have it encouraged by an authority figure.
less “therapy is for everyone!” more advice on how to recognize when therapy is helping you and when it is harming you, more educating people on their rights and what they can do when their rights have been violated, more advice on navigating finding a therapist that isn’t only applicable to private practice situations
less “don’t forget to take your meds!” more sharing of studies on the effects of psychiatric medication (wanted and unwanted/positive and negative), more discussion of how to document your experiences on medications so you can understand how they are effecting you, more support for people struggling to navigate getting prescribed/using/going off of psychiatric medication
less “always reblog the suicide hotline!“ more sharing information on what happens if you do actually call one of these lines (i.e. will they send the cops to your house), more teaching individuals and communities how to help someone in crisis without involving police or hospitalization, more open discussions of how to share what we feel and make others feel seen, understood, and supported when it comes to extremely difficult feelings and situations
Listen. This is what people are talking about when they say that if you gave people a fucking UBI, folks would still work.
Even “menial” work is beloved by various people if it’s given the respect it deserves and folks dont need to worry about - um - starving to death and dying of illness?
I legitimately love delivering pizzas! If it were sustainable i wouldn’t mind at all doing it for the rest of my life! One of my best friends absolutely loves cleaning, and the only reason she quit cleaning professionally is that she was sick of the ways she was treated. My stepfather has been a carpenter and construction worker for 30 years, despite being a highly qualified graphic designer and architect, bc the man just fuckin loves construction work. For every “menial/undesireable” job available, there is someone who is happy to work it, if not for the stigma and need to survive. And for the truly awful ones? Like slaughterhouse cleanup, sewer maintenance, roadkill pickup, etc? With UBI they could almost all be mechanized, saving people from having to do grueling and dangerous jobs they really don’t have to do.
There are even people who will do those jobs because they recognize that they need to get done. Those people may not love the job itself but they take great pride in doing something that needs to be done.
People don’t just work for free doing jobs they love. If there’s a niche there will always be someone willing to fill it.
I talk shit but I actually don’t genuinely truly HATE retail, what I hate is how people (customers and employers) use, abuse, overwork, and generally treat the employees like shit
If I could have reasonable hours and accommodations for my limitations and be paid enough to survive without being asked to do 25 jobs advertised as 1 job and had UBI to ensure I could leave if it was too much/I was being mistreated/taken advantage of by employers looking to overwork employees to make more money I’d be totally happy to work retail as long as I physically could
When I worked retail, my favorite part was working in the stock room cuz it’s like playing real life Jenga
Were it not for my disability and if it paid enough and I wasn’t treated like crap I am not kidding I would be happy to work at a movie theater probably for the rest of my life, I loved it that much.
Trust me, for every menial job that “no one would want” there is a person who would LOVE to do it. Forget that “I don’t dream of labor” stuff in a perfect world people would still work because there are people who genuinely enjoy working; It’s being FORCED to do it in shitty conditions for crap pay lest we starve to death or end up unhoused that’s the problem, not work itself.
One of the best jobs I ever had was cemetery landscape maintenance.
It all comes down to this: People don’t mind working. It isn’t work that people dread or are sick of. It’s working conditions.
Pay people well, respect them (and don’t allow customers to disrespect them), accommodate their needs, and people will work their asses off and more often than not do it happily. Work itself is not demeaning or soul-draining. Jobs don’t have to be that way.
I think the last thing I did that I loved that could be done as a job was filing. My mom was an accountant and ran her own practice out of our house, filing was a chore I did for a little extra money as a kid.
Also organizing her office supplies, and shredding. The organizing was satisfying, the shredding was horrible, but when I was filing I got into a groove.
I’m disabled, so actually doing it might be impossible, but if I were abled and had UBI and universal healthcare, that might be my happy place.
so I was listening to music and got this message… at first I assumed that my boyfriend sent the wrong person a message asking for toilet paper, but when i got up to bring him some i saw his phone on the bed and realized
he left his phone in the room and only took his switch with him, so all he could do was desperately tweet an SOS
A man stands in front of the camera with the caption “A story time from when I was a girl” next to him and trans flags adorning the video.
“Ayo, let me give y’all a story time. You know I’m transgender, I was born a girl I transitioned into a man but let me give y’all a story time from when I was a girl.
So, me and all my stud friends, we getting ready to go to this party we all dressed in all white. One of my friends decided like, ‘Ay y’all, let’s all wear our straps to the party.’ So we all dumb, ‘Aight, bet!’ So, we all wear it to the party.
We get to the party, it’s a basement party, back in the day, you know what I’m saying, so, nobody can really see. So, this girl get to twerking on me, she feeling me, giving me her number, dadadadada (said to mean etc.)
We meet up after the party at her house, me and all my friends. So, we all go into seperate rooms dadadadada. So, we did what we had to do.
So, I ain’t talk to shawty for like, two and a half months and I get a random text from this number like, ‘Yeah, like I been trying to call you and talk to you.’ And I’m like, ‘For what?’ you know what I’m saying, [I’m trying to] ignore you, like, it was a one night thing. She’s like, ‘Yeah, I’m pregnant and it’s your baby dadadadada…’ And I’m like, ‘Shawty, I’m a girl.’ and like, showing her pictures of like, what, me in a sports bra. No, she like ‘No, that’s your sister I’m not stupid I know who I had sex with that night.’
Um, so, to this day I got a child out there. Hey son-”
finally. the first transmasc absentee father
diversity win, cis men no longer have monopoly on absentee fatherhood!
guys i am begging you not to censor your captions. i want to know what’s being said in its entirety not your censored versions. D/deaf people, HoH people, and people with auditory processing issues deserve the same fucking access that others do.
oh and while i’m at it can you caption your entire video, not just certain moments it’s really fucking annoying.
My boss, who is a grown woman with children my age, just whispered, “Oh, this is going to be so fucking efficient,” before spraying Febreze directly into the ceiling fan and proceeding to cough her guts out when it blew back in her face.
sounds silly but. one of the greatest things ever as someone with a trauma background is learning that things aren’t inherently as bad or as scary as I thought. it IS possible to assemble Ikea furniture without arguments. is IS possible to discuss boundaries without having something thrown at me for speaking out of turn. it IS possible to spend hours on end sharing your favourite things with your favourite people, and not get called annoying for it. the world is an incredible place
listen fuck biden i hate him too but he DID sign executive orders for all this and they are really really easy to look up
roe v wade (abortion access) - july 2022
student loan debt - august 2022 (he also cancelled another 5Billion dollars in student loan debt literally two days ago, jan 19 2024)
COVID - at least fucking TEN of them, within his first TWO DAYS of being in office, including vaccination mandates and improvement for the supply chain of manufacturing masks and other PPE
climate issues - literally the first day of his presidency
BLM - also literally the first day of his presidency
school shootings - march 2023
hawaii - august 2023
the tweet is, at best, someone who didn’t do research and at worst it’s inflammatory misinfo designed to demoralize
I was looking through the reblog graph to see where OP got a ton of views for this, trying to at least flag down the people who had managed to really boost it. I saw @seananmcguire and had a moment of “…surely not. but none of us are immune to… I’m gonna click through and CHECK.”
and hallelujah, Seanan McGuire was of course not boosting this absolute nest of lies! @stirdrawsandreblaws had debunked all the added arguments! thank you!
here’s another very important point that I need everyone to fucking have access to:
THE ORIGINAL TWEET IS ALSO UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY FALSE.
IT IS 100% AN OUTRIGHT LIE.
Biden literally never, ever signed an executive order, bypassing Congress, to immediately send extra ammunition to Israel.
The claim that Biden signed an executive order sending ammunition to Israel is false.
The Secretary of State, Anthony Blinken, had approved the sale of ammunition to Israel twice before this completely unsourced tweet came out.
(Blinken is not Biden. Biden is the President.
I’m just not sure how much people are tracking this shit, with this level of disinformation going around.)
As this article explains: normally, Congress is in charge of approving big sales of ammunition or equipment to other governments.
But the State Department has the option to bypass Congress, sort of, IF it “determines and provides detailed justification to Congress that an emergency exists that requires the immediate sale" of whatever, to whomever.
BUT! the same law that gives them that power says the Secretary of State’s “consent for immediate emergency transfers to Japan, Australia, South Korea, Israel, New Zealand, or any NATO member state shall not become effective until 15 days following the submission of that consent, and Congress may enact a joint resolution within that period prohibiting the transfer.”
So, even if Blinken decides to “immediately” sell ammo to Israel (or Australia, or Japan, or….), Congress still has more than two weeks to say, “No, no you don’t.”
There is no such thing as an immediate, emergency sale of ammunition from the U.S. to Israel.
(There’s especially not such a thing as an immediate, emergency DONATION of ammo, which is what it always sounds like people mean - at least to me, it does.)
There’s no such thing as the President getting to just write an executive order changing that.
(At least not under Biden. Trump pulled that kind of shit all day long. I STILL remember him kicking trans people back out of the military VIA A FUCKING TWEET.)
literally i love the no mans sky dev team so much. they knew they fucked up and like 10 yrs later are still delivering content for FREE that’s like good quality updates. i love them. it’s enough! you can be free! you’ve redeemed yourselves!
i invite you over to my house and while we’re greeting each other at the door i turn around and yell “down boy! DOWN! NO!” and you just see a caterpillar moving very slowly across the floor toward you
it really hurts me to see so many gazans asking us for help, though that’s through no fault of their own. they’ve been forced to use a social media site that they’re probably not familiar with (because tumblr has kind of faded out of popular consciousness), to interact with us in a second language, to distinguish themselves from the scammers who are taking advantage of genocide, and to ask strangers for help. i don’t think there are any cultures where it’s easy to ask for help like this, but i’m intimately familiar with how humiliating it can be in arab culture. please be kind, gracious and helpful to the gazans in your inbox. this is a desperate time for them, and in addition to the physical danger inflicted by “israel”, the prices of basic resources in gaza are extremely high due to scarcity, and those that manage to escape to egypt are financially exploited by landlords there and have an extremely difficult time finding work due to their unofficial status as refugees. these families will continue to need our help and i hope we can all continue to provide it to the best of our ability.
