my favourite olympics subplot is this norwegian swimmer’s public love affair with chocolate muffins and his increasingly manic tiktoks about them… romance of the summer
my favourite olympics subplot is this norwegian swimmer’s public love affair with chocolate muffins and his increasingly manic tiktoks about them… romance of the summer
Hey tumblrinos and tumblrinas and tumblrinx’s and anyone in between or far and wide. I’d like to request some help. A town near me is about to destroy a nearly 350 year old tree for more parking space. How can I stop it? Please reblog/share this. We need help.
Per a friend: The white oak tree is located on land called “Queen Street” which was positioned to run parallel to the south branch of Onancock Creek, with King Street along the north branch of the creek. So the tree may have been growing in that location when Onancock was first settled by English. Before that it was an Indian village with just a few inhabitants. The girth of the tree is 17 feet, which means it could be as old as about 350 years. This type of oak can actually reach 500 years under ideal conditions.
Hey tumblrinos and tumblrinas and tumblrinx’s and anyone in between or far and wide. I’d like to request some help. A town near me is about to destroy a nearly 350 year old tree for more parking space. How can I stop it? Please reblog/share this. We need help.
Per a friend: The white oak tree is located on land called “Queen Street” which was positioned to run parallel to the south branch of Onancock Creek, with King Street along the north branch of the creek. So the tree may have been growing in that location when Onancock was first settled by English. Before that it was an Indian village with just a few inhabitants. The girth of the tree is 17 feet, which means it could be as old as about 350 years. This type of oak can actually reach 500 years under ideal conditions.
Just so you all know, my tumblr glitched egregiously so now every time someone reblogs this from me, tumblr takes me off of my dashboard or search results and forces me to see this post again
“Kill your darlings” means “if something is holding you back, get rid of it, even if it sounds pretty.”
That’s it! That’s all it means! It means if you’re stuck and stalled out on your story and you could fix the whole block by removing something but you’re avoiding removing that thing because it’s good, you remove that thing. That’s the darling.
It does NOT mean
That you have to get rid of your self-indulgent writing
That you should delete something just because you like it (?wtf?)
That you need to kill off characters (??? what)
That you have to pare your story down to the absolute bare bones
That you have to delete anything whatsoever if you don’t want to
The POINT is that you STOP FEELING GUILTY for throwing out good writing that isn’t SERVING THE STORY.
The POINT is that you don’t get so HUNG UP on the details that you lose sight of the BIG PICTURE.
Good grief….
Also, you don’t have to like, delete it from existence. Keep a second document full of the Darlings. You never know when you’ll need it later.
Sometimes you can voltron all your darlings together into a single Mega Darling
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.
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.
romance is lame and overrated i love mentor/mentee relationships in fiction and especially when theyre sort of fucked up
greatest hits:
- You started out as a bet/challenge to see if I could successfully wrangle the infamous Problem Child but oh whoops I got attached!
- You are my kind, bright-eyed protegé who would never do so much as rip a tag off a mattress. anyway I am going to acquaint you with Criminal Activity
- I showed you genuine kindness and it was maybe the first time you’d ever experienced it and accidentally ended up becoming more of a parent to you than your “real” blood family ever was. Uh. Do you want to play catch in the park or
- I will gladly take any punishment meant for you. I would go to the ends of the earth to protect you, even if it meant I had to die in the process. I would do it a thousand times over, and I wouldn’t regret any of it.
- I taught you how to fight, and now through some circumstance or another, I’m forced to engage you in life-or-death combat without holding back.
- I put you through training from hell to make you the person you are today, for “your own good”, and now you’ve realized that you can hit back. And you can hit hard.
- I have made you into something greater than yourself - but you are changing from how I have designed you, and this is something I cannot allow.
- I taught you everything you know, and it was the greatest mistake I’ve ever made.
- I will make you just like me - by force, if necessary.
stop taggin this with ships / “and then they kiss” / “but what if it WAS romantic” you are missing the whole point of this post so bad. this is a Certified Aro Post. get weird about platonic dynamics NOW
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.
Not just for medical either. Ever got smacked with a huge ass fee for “damages” when you move out of an apartment that not just eats your security deposit but tries to take an arm and a leg as well.
Ask for the itemized list, you will be surprised how fast they come back with a “huh, that’s weird, I can’t seem to find where these damages are coming from” and let that shit go.
People WILL try to screw you on all kinds of routine and mundane shit. Don’t let them.
REBLOG TO SAVE SOMEONE FROM OUR BULLSHIT HEALTHCARE SYSTEM
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
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
why has ‘this looks like a renaissance painting’ become such a common phrase on the internet to describe momentous, dramatically lit images that are brimming with pathos when the word they mean to say is ‘baroque’
Shoutout to all Aboriginal Australian LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Caledonian LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Pitcairn Islander LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all South Sea Islander LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Rapa Nui LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Nauruan LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all New Caledonian LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Native Hawaiian LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Chuukese LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Solomon Islander LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all West Papuan LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Fijian LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Tahitian LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Samoans LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Guamanian LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Chamorro LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Torres Strait Islander LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Ambonese LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Tongan LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Marquesas Islander LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Yapese LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Kiribati LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Niuean LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Northern Mariana Islander LGBTQ+ folks.
Shoutout to all Mashellese LGBTQ+ folks.
Take pride in it all. Your culture, your identity, it’s all so beautiful. Celebrate where you are from and who you are. It makes you you, and that is something to be proud of.
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