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Spring is almost here and all the snow has melted in Sweden! I'm excited to see what plants will grow in the garden. A little fox 🦊 visited our yard the other night so I've been dreaming of it wandering through the forest and bringing spring 🌱🌷🌼🌹🌻

The inspo photo I took!

The daring little fox looking for kibbles missed by the dogs

Painting process~

I forgot to share this here, and I stg if Tumblr calls this NSFW I will shit a brick and throw it at them.

"How many years have I knelt before you?"

My oc Ameril with my pals @/kinks-and-cantrips oc Inek.

#my art #demons #ady draws #digital art #ameril #kneel down

luxcafess

I love drawing these two, they have faces i am obsessed with...

cr0wqui11

Friends with benefits. And those benefits? Long insightful conversations about The Characters™️

swordmaid

never make ocs or else u will spend ur afternoon going crazy abt a woman who is not Real

fisher-vp

River appreciation post. I am absolutely in love with his lips. I can't even. 🫦

so-much-for-subtlety

machine uses image recognition to detect lice on fish and then uses laser to blast the parasites.

so-much-for-subtlety

foxbirdy

every winter solstice I am consumed with thoughts of Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost...

foxbirdy

labmousegirl

one of the things that makes autism a disability (and why some of us choose to label it as such rather than an “alternate neurotype”) is the stress.

part of autism is just being incredibly stressed. overstimulation? stress. holding a conversation? stress. something happening to our schedule? stress. people talk about how often autism is recognized and diagnosed via our stress responses (like meltdowns) because it is just so common to see autistic people stressed because of lack of accommodations to how our brains work.

and this matters because stress kills. stress causes a lot of health issues, or it can trigger pre-existing ones by making certain chronic conditions flare up. i once had a psychiatrist very unhelpfully tell me i “just need to manage my stress” when the stress i was describing was things i could not avoid in neurotypical society and can’t “just get over”. i can do “self care” all i like but i cannot at the very base level change the way my brain inputs information and reacts accordingly.

roach-works

i only learned this year that loud noises aren’t physically painful for other people. i have lived 34 years in a world in which my friends and family regularly physically hurt me at random just by shouting, and i thought everyone else just thought i was kind of a wimp for not dealing with the pain as well as they did.

like. loud noises physically hurt. it’s like a static shock from my ears to my spine that doesn’t stop until the volume goes back down. i thought we all agreed that ‘that’s too loud!’ and covering our ears meant ‘ouch!’. turns out i’ve been dealing with a stressor almost no one else has, my whole life, alone.

autistic people have to keep functioning through debilitating levels of stress that no one else in their life acknowledges or helps them with. it’s no wonder that their most visible ‘tells’ are breakdowns.

sulkykarris

I was today years old when I found out that noise isn’t physically painful to most people.

guardianspirits13

Happy Candle month to all who celebrate!

guardianspirits13

The Candle Girls are back with their new friend, Kwanzaa!

guardianspirits13

It's that time of year again!

A few new friends have joined the celebration this year- Yule, Diwali, and St Lucia's Day!

Happy Holidays to everyone who celebrates ❤️‍🔥

deadwooddross

You’re a wee one, mister grinch

There was discussion of the grinch having been left with the whos as the runt of a litter, but the grinch is like. Kind of big, so.

They tend to blend into the trees at that size

deadwooddross

And that's how the grinch stole christmas, by making little whos peek into the mostly forgotten history of old traditions, oops,

the-coffee-fandom

Had to make a meme to describe me currently

bumiofomashu-yap

Going down the Carpathia and Titanic rabbit hole again.

If you didn’t know, on the night the Titanic sank, it sent out many distress signals. One of the ships that received them was the RMS Carpathia.

The Carpathia was asleep. Her wireless operator, Harold Cottam, had ended his shift and shouldn’t have been listening in. Luckily, he was. He caught a message from Boston, MA stating there was traffic on the wireless for the Titanic. He decided to be helpful and reach out to tell them. He received a distress signal back, and rushed to tell the bridge. They were skeptical, and didn’t really believe him. This is the Titanic, you know? Largest ship, marketed as unsinkable, etc. He rushed the message to the captain since he wasn’t being taken seriously, and woke him up. The captain, Arthur Henry Rostron, after being convinced of its legitimacy, rushed to answer the call.

The Carpathia was 58.22 nautical miles away (107.82km), with a top speed of 14 knots. This put the expected time of arrival 4 hours out.

They arrived in three hours. The top speed reached was about 17 knots. They’d turned the heating and hot water off to make as much steam as possible, and doctors were set to wait for the influx of injured. He sent out a message to the Titanic, telling them they’d be there in 4 hours, and left the airways clear for her distress signals. Going faster than possible in the ship, and dodging the very same ice that had brought the Titanic to heel in the first place, they made it to the site of the Titanic after she had sunk, and saved as many as they could.

To put the speed and effort into perspective, the odds of them reaching the Titanic when they did is like a normal everyday sedan winning an f1 race. The engine was tearing itself apart. Fourteen knots was do or die, last resort speeds. The engineers were covering gauges and physically holding valves closed to keep the pressure needed.

Even the passengers assisted, handing out clothes, food, and warm drinks as the survivors were rescued. The Carpathia decided to bring the survivors to New York City, the original destination. They were speeding there at their original top speed of fourteen knots, and the Carpathia was never able to reach that speed again.

They knew they were going to fail. They knew that they wouldn’t make it in time. The fact that they pushed so hard for so long, nearly breaking the laws of physics to help other people in need has always been amazing to me. There’s something so incredibly remarkable about the sheer desperation they had to help those survivors.

breadandblankets

so i took out the trash today like the good house husband i am not, leaving behind the rank smell of long forgotten noodles and the regrets of two people with memory issues

i, like any good tumblr citizen, remember the tales of the person who put two cups of vanilla extract in their oven so i did the sensible thing to get out two Caps of extract

just then, inspiration struck. a bolt of lightning straight from the muses themselves, if i could use vanilla extract.... who's to say i couldn't use other extracts?

i scoured the cabinets, i knew my partner had secreted away some illicit non-vanilla type extracts for baking, and i found it.

hidden in the back of the cabinet was a lone bottle of mint extract

i emptied my two caps with abandon into an (oven safe) glass dish and gleefully set the oven for 300 for an hour

all that was left now was to wait for the sins of the mind to be purged by the mighty mint leaf

ten minutes in... starting to smell kinda like a thin mint

fifteen minutes in, i take a nice deep breath of lovely scented air and i am greeted by searing burning minty pain

i launch myself towards the kitchen, every step closer to mint hell, every orifice on my face burning with the freezing righteous flame of menthol

im fumbling for the oven mitt to rid my home of this foul demon, i pry the oven open and am hit with a blast unlike anything else

i feel what that vine kid taking shots of mouthwash feels, i was seared raw, my tits were blown clean off, and it was just me and that devilish beguiling minty fresh taste

quickly dumping the rest into the sink i ran towards the door, begging for the sweet sweet smell of un-minted air

learning nothing from this encounter, i dare to try once more, with the tumblr-approved extract this time

wish me luck

breadandblankets

update: the vanilla has finished cooking, it now very much smells like the pillsberry doughboy fucked a thin mint

doesn't hurt tho so.... improvement?