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Love magnolias!
Dame Archer kicks McDougalâs Scots ass there in the rain at the Washington Midsummer Renaissance Faire - August 11, 2018 - Photo by Douglas Herring
Oh NO.
me, a sheltered noblewoman: Pray who is that brave knight? Dame Archer:*turns around* me: gasp! *instantly in love*
Alicia Archer
my bi heartâŠâŠâŠ
IâVE NEVER SEEN THE ADDED PICS
*dies*
Oh shit.
GAY KNIGHTS
Fellas Iâm real gay
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Every June this inevitably winds up back on my dash. And I appreciate that. And I will reblog it. Every time.
Hey, itâs @archerinventive, and the Pride Knights!
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my grubhub being delivered by a wizard or some sort of apostle
âbeing kind takes zero effortâ Lies.
Being kind takes enormous effort. Being kind means humbling yourself- it means saying no to your pride- it means forgiving someone instantly- it means putting someone convenience over your own for some time- it means acting as if the universe doesnât revolve around you. Being kind is hard. Being kind is not butterflies and sickly sweet, half-witted compliments. Itâs work. Itâs serving others. Itâs being silent when you donât want to. Itâs being honest. Itâs being gentle. Itâs being true even if the other person disagrees. Being kind is one of the hardest things a person can do and we need more of it.
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PT Exercises That Have Unfucked Me
(Obligatory disclaimer that I'm not qualified to give you medical advice, but these have helped me a lot with my muscle tension and pain)
If you're feeling significant discomfort or PAIN while stretching, back off. Don't force yourself. You can always dial these exercises back and stop at the point you need to because the last thing you want is to strain something.
TMJ syndrome (jaw pain)
- Open your mouth about 80% as wide as you can for 10 seconds, repeat 3x.
- Push your jaw forward, then open it as much as you can for 10 seconds, repeat 3x.
- Make a fist to rest your jaw on then open your mouth 10x. There should be some resistance as you're lifting the weight of your head.
Rhomboid (shoulders and upper back pain)
- Face the wall and place your arm against it in an L shape then rotate your body away from your arm to open your chest, hold for 30 seconds on both sides.
When you get more comfortable, you can extend your arm straight out behind you against the wall for a deeper stretch.
- Place one elbow on top and inside the other, hold your hands together, then lift your arms to open your shoulder blades. I can only hold this for about 10 seconds but do your best then repeat with the other arm on top.
- With your elbows bent, puff your chest out while squeezing your shoulder blades together, hold for about 10 seconds and repeat 3x.
Psoas release with pandiculation
Your psoas is a big son of a bitch muscle in the center of your body, and when it gets too tight it can affect everything from breathing to digestion. And cause a lot of pain. The exercises in this video helped me a ton. It doesn't LOOK like it does much, but it does.
This full exercise takes much longer than the others and I've found that once I did it for about a week or so, and started being aware of my posture to keep it from tightening back up, I haven't had to keep doing it all the time.
Lower back, piriformis, sciatic nerve
- Do a simple hamstring stretch with your legs straight out in front of you and feet flat against a wall to hold them at a 90* angle. Try not to bend your knees or hunch your back, just stretch as far as you're able and hold for 30 seconds.
Continue by dropping your chin to your chest so you can feel a stretch going down your spine.
- On all fours, rotate your upper body until you can feel a stretch going down the opposite side into your hips. Hold 30 seconds and repeat on the other side.
- Almost sitting cross-legged, stack your legs so that one ankle is on the other knee. Make sure both legs are parallel. Then, lean forward to feel a stretch in your piriformis (side of your ass). Hold for 30 seconds and repeat on other side.
Inner thigh
- Form a pinwheel shape with your legs, one in an L shape in front of you and the other to the side. Gently lean towards the side and press your thigh towards the floor to feel a stretch. Hold for 10-30 seconds and repeat other side.
That's about it! I try to do these exercises at least once a day especially during flare-ups, but the simpler/quicker stretches I will do multiple times throughout the day or whenever things feel tight. Consistency is key.
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A drawing I did some time ago for the Frieren collab I was a part of I decided to draw Frieren with her teacher, Flamme, and later on with her apprentice, Fern. Having the passage of time as a central focus of the series, I depicted different phases in Frieren's life through the four seasons, each season reflecting a different stage of life đ»đâïžđ·
Damn, Rome really looks great in all four seasons
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
oh my GOD
As long as Iâve been on this site, I honestly should have seen this coming a mile away and yetâŠ
:/ good job me.
So I had a job interview today and there was a dude in the waiting room who was chatting up every AFAB person in the waiting room whether they responded or not, and kept going âHey Iâm real good at Origami Swans you want one?â and then writing his number on sticky notes before making paper cranes and handing them to his latest target before turning his attention to the next lady in his vicinity. A little sad, a lot annoying, but unlikely to be dangerous. Whatever.
Dude gets to me. We have half a conversation where he asks me personal questions and I donât look up from my phone. I get my âSwanâ. Iâm the last AFAB person in the room so heâs kinda sitting there.
I get to a post about a friend needing moral and/or spiritual support before a medical procedeure, so my ADHD ass goes Oh hey, we have an animal effigy we could sacrifice to the relevant gods! So I take out my lighter and burn the swan roughly 23 seconds after the dude gave it to me, and crush the ashes in my hand because I belatedly realize thereâs no sink for me to throw this in. Oh well. Purell the ashes off.
I look up. Dude, and everyone else in the waiting room is staring at me.
âYou, uh. Smoke?â Dude tries.
What I Meant To Say: âNo I just carry a lighter as a holdover from survival camp as a kid, and if Iâm wearing synthetic fabrics that start to ravel, I can use the flame to melt them a bit so they stop.â
What I Actually Said:Â âNo I just have one in case I need to set something on fire.â
I put the lighter away. The hiring manager comes out and calls my name. I go back and have what I think was a reasonably sucessful job interview. I come back out.
Dude, and half of the other candidates are GONE.
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its really unfortunate that padme no longer used the body double approach to security after aotc because the concept of the queen of fakeout deaths being married to the guy who loses his shit at the thought of her dying is honestly the wildest fucking thing and i think it's underutilised. let's give anakin a few trial runs before his big breakdown ok. maybe seeing padme getting assassinated live on space tv on a monthly basis will let him microdose on acceptance and inner peace. he can get into a different stage of grief each time and maybe when rots rolls around he will be fine
I wrote a eulogy
"I wrote a eulogy for my best friend last week. Then I read it to him. At the pub. On a Tuesday."
He was alive, holding a pint, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I have.
I'm Mick. I'm 70. The man across the table was Barry. Seventy-two. Best mate for 46 years. Met on a building site in 1979. He dropped a plank on my foot. I called him something unrepeatable. He bought me a pint after the shift. Haven't gone a week without talking since.
Three months ago we went to a funeral. Bloke we'd worked with. Cancer. The eulogies were beautiful - people saying what he meant to them, things they'd clearly never said to his face. And all I could think was, he can't hear any of this.
Every beautiful sentence. Every "he changed my life." Said to a room of crying people and a box of wood.
I turned to Barry. Whispered, "What a waste."
Drove home. Couldn't sleep. Because I realised, if Barry died tomorrow, I'd stand up and say extraordinary things about this man. Things I've never said in 46 years. And he'd be in the box, missing all of it.
So I wrote them down. Took a week. Harder than expected - not finding the words, but admitting I had them.
Rang him. "Tuesday. The Crown. Need to read you something."
"Have you joined a book club?"
"Just come."
Same corner table. Pint of bitter. Crisps. I pulled out the paper. He saw my hands shake.
"Mick. What's this?"
"Your eulogy. I'm reading it now because I'm not wasting it on a day you can't hear it."
"Have you gone mad?"
"Probably. Shut up and listen."
I read it. In a pub. To a man very much alive and very much uncomfortable.
I told him about the plank and how it was the best injury of my life. About the night he drove forty minutes in rain to help change a tyre. About how he rang every day for three months after my divorce and never once asked "Are you alright?" - just talked about football and weather, because he knew I didn't need a question. I needed a voice.
I told him he was the funniest man I'd ever known and his jokes were terrible and both things were true. That he'd been a better father than he thinks. That his wife's a saint and he knows it. That I'd have been a worse man without him.
He didn't look at me. Stared at his pint. Jaw tight. Doing that thing men do when the feelings arrive and they'd rather swallow glass than show it.
When I finished, long silence. Then he picked up his pint, took a sip, and said,
"You're paying for the next round. And the one after."
That was his answer. Perfect. Because Barry doesn't say "I love you too." He says "you're buying."
But in the car park, he hugged me. Not the quick back-pat. A real one. Thirty seconds. Neither let go first.
And he said quietly into my shoulder, "Don't read that again at the real one. I want new material."
Who would you write a eulogy for - while they're still here?
Don't wait. The flowers can't hear. The box doesn't laugh. Say it now. At the pub. Over a bad cup of tea. You'll feel ridiculous.
They'll look uncomfortable. It'll be the most important thing you've ever done.
Read them the speech while they can still hug you in the car park.â
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I only hate certain types of fic the same way I hate mosquitos and ticks. Like get these nasty little buggers away from me but also I respect their place in the ecosystem.
Me, spraying bug spray: blocked.
Listen and sometimes? To enjoy running through a beautiful field of grass and flowers (ao3) you have to tolerate the fact that bugs (fics you donât like) are there and maybe you will even encounter one, but you can use bugspray (filtered tags) to reduce the likelihood of that. Because the alternative is not getting to experience the beautiful field of grass and flowers.
And some of my mutuals happen to be entomologists. Which is also cool.
tags by sunderwight: #and there are people who think you can get rid of all the nasty bugs and just enjoy the pristine and beautiful nature #and those people do NOT understand how anything works
But seriously, if alien PLANTS ever show up, citrus and oaks are going to be trying to breed with them IMMEDIATELY.Â
We make fun of ourselves for being willing to fuck aliens, but I guarantee you that citrus and oaks are right there with us, aggressively trying to cross-pollinate with any new and interesting conquests.Â
this has weird implications of the intelligent aliens are plant-based
âYes, my great-grandfather is a terran bur oak. We donât like to talk about it, it was very awkward for everyone involved. Except, presumably, the bur oak.â
âThere were an alarming amount of whole-genome duplication events on Earth and frankly, Iâm not comfortable going into it. Theyâre resilient as fuck, they grow in all kinds of conditions, and they have terrifying vocabulary like âallopolyploidyâ. Do you KNOW what that IS? Itâs something you donât bring up around seedlings, thatâs forâŠ. thatâs for fuckin sure.â