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remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app
The other day I watched a little boy get knocked to the ground by an older kid who was running by. He burst into tears as his mother hurried over.
“Here’s a bandaid for ya,” I said, producing one from my vest pocket.
“Oh, he’s not bleeding, thank you though!”
I lowered my voice and leaned in. “Kids think bandaids are health magic,” I said. “Ask him where it hurts and exploit that placebo effect.”
She did just that, and instantly the kid stopped crying and thanked her. “I’ll have to remember that,” she said.
Children: #HACKED
Also if you have a crying kid give them a cup of water. You can’t cry and drink at the same time and it gives them a chance to calm down.
Tell them their going to run out of tears so they drink the water.
My mom does this at her preschool after awhile the other children start offering the crying child little cups of water.
Stuff like this is also a great test to see if the kid is actually seriously injured! Because with how much some kids cry over tiny bumps and scrapes, it can be hard to tell. But if you slap a Band-Aid on it or give them a cup of water or a piece of candy and they stop crying, they’re fine. If they keep crying despite whatever little placebo or distraction you’ve given them, you might wanna look a little closer at that injury or seek medical attention.
With my two’s class we ask them “more hurt or more scary?” It takes a bit of practice but after a few times they can answer without more prompting. More scary gets a hug and more hurt gets a look over.
That last one is so important because it validates the child’s feelings and tells them it’s okay to have these feelings and lets them learn how to deal with them, rather than just distracting them from them. I also helps teach the child to both communicate their feelings more readily and communicate when they’re hurt more clearly. All really important skills for a child to develop young.
academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches
"you're just scared your diploma is going to devalue" i'm afraid you dumb bitches are going to become my colleagues and drag social services to hell
I'm afraid they'll become scientists and data that lives depend on will turn out to be wrong - and people will die.
I'm afraid they'll become engineers and sign off on bridge designs that collapse - and people will die.
I'm afraid they'll become medical professionals who don't know what they're doing - and people will die.
The assumption that academic dishonesty is okay is rooted in the idea that what you're learning to do doesn't matter.
Reblog if you're a writer who re-reads their own work for funsies.
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
#tapping the reblog button with utmost care because i’m handling a historical artifact (via @malarkiness)
holy shit OP is not only still active but is still making absolutely banger posts in this exact style 11 years later
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Being lost in the delta quadrant with low amounts of resources and replicator credits causes some issues on board. The most suddenly pressing concern is everyone’s uniforms.
Most of them have run washing machines before, of course. A couple here and there, specifically the Maquis members, have hand washed. But almost all of them are very, very used to being able to replicate new uniforms when one gets damaged, and now, you’re kinda stuck with what you have. Everyone has to wash their uniforms, and more importantly, repair their uniforms.
Problem is, basically no one on board knows how to hand sew. Some of the Maquis members know how to fix stuff in a pinch, and a couple who are into old crafts do, but basically no one has. With one notable exception, of course.
Suddenly, home ec classes are being held. Tuvok is the main instructor. Neelix is, oftentimes, his assistant, generally because they’re held in the mess hall.
They both become the most dreaded part of everyone’s week, having their little stitch lines scrutinized by one and then complimented by the other. There’s tutorials on everything from how to patch up your uniforms to how to hand wash and properly dry them (Chakotay takes the place of Neelix for this one) to minor repairs on material goods in their quarters. Tuvok has many people come up to him over the course of their trip, holding out a beloved item from home in need of repair, and he takes the time to show them how to fix it.
It reminds him of his children. It reminds him of home, getting his hands busy again. It’s annoying dealing with everyone, it’s fulfilling in a way he hasn’t had in a while, and it ends up building rapport with the crew, so Janeway never lets it die out, and gives him a smile in return to every single unimpressed stare he sends her upon seeing another fully registered class on his schedule.
wonder if someone has written academic text on folk horror from an indigenous perspective
not written from an indigenous perspective per s but i really liked this article (‘It’s All an Indian Burial Ground’: Folk Horror Cinema’s Reckoning with Colonial Violence)
you may have found this before, although i didn't see anyone mention it in the notes, but a glossary of haunting by eve tuck and c. ree is available for free, a piece by two indigenous scholars about american horror and colonization. i have come back to it frequently since the first time i read it.
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anyway i love superhero films where bad things happen to fascists
Little life advice:
Everyone who says not to set your stove clock or microwave clock because you won't use them and don't look at them anyway is lying.
Set them.
Because sometimes, you will come come from a week away when no one was in your home, and see the stove and microwave clocks blinking and go, "Oh shit, the power went out while I was gone, even though it's clearly back, which means every single thing in my fridge and freezer might have gotten room temperature and refrozen, and will give me food poisoning."
And it will be the only indication whatsoever not to eat it.
Anyway, just got back from the grocery store, but at least I don't have botulism.
I know this is a 'better safe than sorry' kind of scenario, but if you like me live in a place where power often goes off for a few minutes due to power grid failures in summer with all the A/C units going in the neighborhood, it's not going to help.
Put a glass full of water in the freezer. I use a shot glass to save space. Once the water is frozen, put a coin on top.
If when you're back the coin is under the ice, you know your shit has defrosted and should be thrown out.
Anyone else feel like it’s been one of those days since 2019?
A Dwarf and his Crossbow
Okay. This was written for the @aromanceforthedragonages gift exchange for @threerattsinatrenchcoat. First of all, Special thanks to @foofyschmoofer for Beta-ing for me! Second, I know far too much about repeating crossbows now, and third, every single word was very deliberate to get the point across. Having one of the participants in these shenanigans not alive was a unique challenge and I'm happy to say I can add that to my smut writing bucket list and immediately cross it off :D. Also on AO3 if you prefer...
Varric takes time out of his busy schedule to give Bianca some much needed maintenance…
Varric hummed Bianca’s Song to himself as he puttered around his room, collecting a small length of cord, several bolts, four jars of varying size and a few tools, which to the untrained eye was just a bunch of junk, but to those closest to him, it was Bianca’s maintenance day. Every four weeks, like clockwork, he set aside a day just to pamper his best girl and give her his undivided attention—if he would devote the same energy and diligence to his writing, his publisher would be ecstatic. Hawke had walked in on them once upon a time and had immediately peeled out of the room, not wanting to interrupt such an…intimate moment—though that hadn’t stopped them from needling him about it every chance they got afterwards; constantly asking if they should leave him and Bianca alone. He didn’t see what the problem was; so what if he enjoyed maintaining her? Bianca was his baby, and he wanted to keep her in pristine condition, particularly after the cocking ring misalignment incident back in Kirkwall. His embarrassment that Sebastian had noticed it before he did, would not be replicated ever again.
Though Choir Boy was a fellow archer, so maybe he could cut himself a little slack—just not where Bianca’s maintenance was concerned. Especially since she’d been slow to fire in the field and he’d had a minor panic attack thinking his baby was done for—but then he noticed the worn string and dried rail lube. He really shouldn’t be surprised how often he fired her in the midst of the world saving endeavors he embarked upon on the regular, still joking that he was too old for this shit, and yet he did it anyways. And now Bianca needed a little tender love and care—she wasn’t as young and new as she once was. He ran his hand lovingly over every inch of the wood of her body, fingers tripping over a few deep scars, the reignited memories of all they’d been through together bringing a smile to his face as he made sure every nut and bolt was tight.
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i like to imagine the act 1 kirkwall gang hanging out on those steps outside gamlen’s place for no reason. just sort of lounging and bickering
leandra: darling can you tell your friends to stop sprawling over the steps i’m going to trip over them someday and break my neck
hawke: [leaning their head out of the door] mum says get off the steps, your legs are trip hazards
varric: dwarven legs excluded surely
merrill: she doesn’t like us? :(
isabela: of course she does kitten we’re decorative
hawke: [leaning head back inside] they say they’re decorative
promised myself i will draw this the next time this post finds me
@nudityandnerdery I had one immediate thought on seeing this, and I suspect you'll understand me perfectly
has this been done yet?