Stranger Things

Discoholic 🪩

Origami Around

Kaledo Art
Claire Keane

titsay
tumblr dot com
No title available
dirt enthusiast
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Game of Thrones Daily

izzy's playlists!
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

oozey mess
noise dept.
One Nice Bug Per Day
cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always
macklin celebrini has autism
Monterey Bay Aquarium

seen from TĂĽrkiye

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia

seen from Maldives

seen from Paraguay
seen from Sri Lanka

seen from SĂŁo TomĂ© & PrĂncipe

seen from Germany

seen from TĂĽrkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from South Korea
@drunken-revelry
when i was younger i had a really bad fear of danny devito when i was going to sleep so my older brother gave me a watch that he set to like 8 hours ahead so that it was always daytime on the watch when i was asleep and he told me it would confuse danny devito and he would think it was daytime and get scared of the sun and leave me alon
Your brother is the best
Who the fuck changed this from vampires to Danny devito
the real question is why I was completely ready to accept that this person had a debilitating childhood fear of Danny Devito
Sven Sauer - Deviation
The installation consists of 1,200 glass shards, each of which is aligned by hand. The train is moved centimeter by centimeter and each new glass shard is turned into the correct position so that the beam of light is directed to the next glass shard. As soon as the train starts moving, this creates a chain reaction of light...
Les dances Ă travers le monde
Last month my mom sent me a link with a story about a pack of desert lions in Namibia that decided to move to the beach in a search for food, and I've been thinking about it since I read it, like
Imagine finding those big girls in a beach, of all places
A pack of desert lions in Namibia is adapting to the rugged terrain of the Atlantic coast, and wildlife photographer Griet Van Malderen is d
Tiktok post by @ wynunlimited.
I have several dresses made using this method
I am begging you. Please learn about stress/discomfort tolerance. Practice raising it. You need this to survive. If someone online can ruin your day with a throwaway comment, you desperately need to understand discomfort tolerance and consciously, systematically build that shit.
Also! Stress tolerance is such an important skill that having a learning disability in that area is a major symptom of a whole lot of other disabilities/mental illnesses! Struggling with it is a huge part of life! It sucks!
Am I saying everyone with misophonia needs to listen to chewing noises all day? No. But you need to find ways to tolerate it enough that you don't treat others like shit if they make a mouth noise near you.
No, you don't have to read the fic with your trigger tags. But you do need to be able to handle scrolling past the tags without being upset.
It is hard! But not having it also makes you so so so easy to manipulate. That grandma is racist AF because her mom raised her to be uncomfortable around black people and she never fought that discomfort. Trans people make so many cis people uncomfortable and that discomfort turns into bigotry real fast.
Letting your discomfort dictate your actions and beliefs about things is a great way to become a terrible person. Learn. Discomfort. Tolerance.
While I am otherwise 100% in agreement with the notion that distress tolerance is important to have and practice, I am wondering where you're supposed to draw the line between what you should and shouldn't be expected to put up with.
Your post is obviously pro-trans, for example, but I have previously seen arguments from a radfem perspective that objecting to being referred to using certain pronouns/gendered language, or generally being categorised as your birth sex for admin/social purposes, represents poor distress tolerance. The argument being that nobody is actually hurting you by doing that, and any distress comes from being unable to control people's opinion of you, which is unhealthy. That kind of "you're only unhappy about this thing because you're too immature to endure it" version puts me off the notion somewhat.
Do you think there's a clear-cut distinction between unreasonable distress and objectionable distress? Or is it more vibes-based?
Hi! I love this ask, it's excellent, thank you for sending it. That post frankly went viral in whole new ways (I have never gotten this many notes before, wtf) and I can't address every reaction but this one covers a really important point.
Distress tolerance does not equal tolerating bad behaviour. It is about lowering your instinctual reaction to bad behaviour so you can address it.
So regarding the aforementioned trans example - the idea of just putting up with being misgendered is the shitty resilience narrative most of us are taught. This is the narrative that says being upset is ruder than the thing that upset you, or that putting up with bad behaviour makes you "the bigger person". Fuck that.
Being misgendered/deadnamed is upsetting! It is a completely reasonable reaction to be upset!
What isn't great is having that upset take over your thoughts, well-being, and ruin your day. Or, on the extreme side, have it trigger panic attacks, anxiety attacks, or volatile anger. That's not great. That royally sucks.
Discomfort tolerance is about being able to handle the discomfort without it taking you over. Being able to hear your deadname without melting down. Being able to be upset without losing control.
It does not mean being a doormat.
In this case, discomfort tolerance goes something like: "This is wrong and mean of this person. I am angry/upset/sad. I don't deserve to be treated this way." And then using discomfort tolerance round 2 (electric boogaloo) to follow up with the hard conversations. At work that may mean speaking to a manager/HR. At home that may be telling a relative, "I will no longer respond to that name, so if you call me by it, don't expect me to hear you."
I have seen a lot of people in the notes who are upset that I equated things like sensory issues (misophonia) to bigotry (racism), and I think it may be because they assume I'm telling them to just suck it up or they're just as bad as a racist. That is not what I am saying. I am saying that learning how to tolerate a level of discomfort gives you room to breathe and think clearly.
Some discomfort is irrational (racism). Learning discomfort tolerance means someone can feel uncomfortable about a race but, crucially, *not act on that discomfort with bigoted behaviour*. Not only that, but discomfort tolerance is step one to dismantling that type of discomfort. You have to be able to sit with it and deconstruct why you feel uncomfortable and how to address it.
Some discomfort is inescapable, or comes from external sources you can't control (other people's bigotry, or chronic illnesses/disabilities). Learning discomfort tolerance in these scenarios helps you set clear boundaries, tolerate hard conversations (confrontation is so so uncomfortable!), and not have your day ruined by insensitive assholes.
Hopefully this answers your question!
“If I had time travel I’d kill Hitler” “If I had time travel I’d stop my favourite politician getting assassinated” you’re all thinking way too small. If I had time travel I’d stop Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin from dying on the moon due to Soviet sabotage, kicking off the Great Nuclear War and devastating half of the planet.
Good Job.
#this post gets me every timeÂ
It’s from two days ago fam how many times could there have been
do you think no one else has time travel
Happy one month anniversary to this post that has not allowed me a single day of fucking peace since I made it.
#surprise reblog!!Â
STOP IT’S BEEN MONTHS. MONTHS!
YOU CAN STOP.
wow if only you had a time machine
Honestly having reached a billion notes I think it’s safe to say that in the Year of our lord 2041, this is the most popular tumblr post out there.
I’m killing your parents before you’re born
Still here, why’d you hesitate @derinthescarletpescatarian
Your mum’s ability to hold up under active gunfire was really hot. I’m your dad now.
Isn’t that the plot of Terminator
Where do you think the plot for Terminator came from?
This is such a classic trainwreck post that has the vibes of a 2014 screenshot posted to Pinterest and then the last addition is just last Tuesday I can’t even
Imagine how I feel
POST, LIVE FOREVER!!!!!!
It doesn’t have to
Yes it does.
Actual roman epitaph for a dog
humans are the same
I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).
Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,
   Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.
Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille
   Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.
Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem
   Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis
Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,
   Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.
Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas
  Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,
Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,
   Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,
Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter
And here’s my translation:
Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years). For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck. I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human. Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself! You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps. You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you. Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...
tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved. (another translation with some glossing of the text.)
It's the fact she's joined to them in death, it's the fact that she sat in her owner's arms and ate their food. That he held the cups down for her to drink from....
Hundreds of years and we still know she was loved. We still know how she liked to sleep. All these years!! Loving dogs is the same!!!!
i like the phrases "it's not for me," "it's not my thing," and "i'm not the target audience" because they're the most concise way to express "this thing that you enjoy has merits but idgaf about it" without being aggressive