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What was your first video game?
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
Omg wait a minute this is so cool
Hmmmmm my first video game…..I feel like I have to say it was pokemon sapphire but I could be wrong. Definitely Gameboy advance though
First, I would like to congratulate and thank @tumblr for their decision to roll back the most recent @changes in light of the backlash. This was clearly a massive change that had been in the works for some time, and was/is part of a much larger plan to attempt to modernize the site and make it more accessible to users from other platforms, and, I think this is very important, keep it financially stable.
We had it confirmed last year that Tumblr is in sustainment mode. That means, in tech world terms, that they aren't trying to grow massively or make fancy new updates or features for the hell of it. They're trying to make enough money to justify keeping the lights on so the entire service isn't shut down like Vine.
In the last month this site has been flooded with love, adoration, and support for the AO3 volunteers working around the clock to keep that site stable and functioning during outages and major updates, fending off bots, updating crucial infrastructure, adding minor new feature changes, search improvements, all of the things that Tumblr has been doing too, with what we hear now is only half a dozen or so paid employees.
But AO3 hosts text pages only. HD gifsets, a dozen sideblogs, uploading videos directly to your blog even if it takes forever to process? Those server costs have to be insane. And with AI those costs are skyrocketing and only about to get worse.
I have seen a dozen posts float around yelling that if you pay for Tumblr you're a sucker. Very rarely have I seen an equivalent for those posts like the ones that defend AO3 donation campaigns. So here goes mine.
I like paying for Tumblr premium.
The main reason is that I don't have to see ads, and I do everything I can in my life to avoid seeing ads. The second reason is I want this site to not crumble into the aether with no warning.
I rarely ever use the monthly free Blaze feature, but I really appreciate that I can when I need to, on my own posts across any sideblog, or someone else's post I want to highlight.
I definitely use this hellsite enough to want to support it for $0.19 a day.
I know people are upset that the cost raised, and that not everyone can afford the annual discount, but $70 instead of $7 a month is a whole two months off, which isn't just a good deal, but also say to me that Tumblr is prioritizing longer term funds over month-to-month.
The fact the cost raised means that the program was moderately successful, but that they are still struggling to keep the lights on.
My suggestion to Staff is to read your loyal, vocal, and dedicated audience. If you are in maintenance mode, we understand, and we will support you.
To @tumblr Management, as a simple and cheap monetization model based on other sites, I would sincerely suggest there is proof Tumblr users would respond well to a transparency campaign modeled after non-profit entities like AO3 & Wikipedia, with rough estimates of server costs and staff salaries, and an ability to pay/donate more flexibly than a monthly subscription.
Note: There are all kinds of ways to set something like this up, maybe rewards like a system for prioritization on bug fixes and new feature implementation like free users having five votes, premium users ten, and either having the ability to buy more, all filling the collective annual/quarterly budget. While Tumblr is not a non-profit, a sustainment SaaS could work well in the Kickstarter stretch-goal model right now.
So because we're going to be cranky in the coming days, because there's not great communication on what the long term roadmap is yet, and we're all stressed and anxious about one safe-ish spot we have in the world getting threatened, because this shit happens when there's only half a dozen people left to run a site that's fifteen years of chaos on every level and we forget while we're in our little bubbles, let me say it now:
We know we're not always the easiest cats to herd, and working here is somewhat of a thankless job these days. So Thank You @staff, for all you do, and thank you for keeping the lights on.
THEY REVERSED THE UPDATE!!!!!!
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOU HATE THE NEW UPDATE REBLOG THIS POST
[ PT; please for the love of god if you hate the new update reblog this post ]
I am organizing a lights out protest on tumblr, from March 20th 6AM UTC until March 21st 6AM UTC. It is best if as many tumblr users as possible can join this protest, as a mass downtime in users is the only way the tumblr staff will listen to us.
If you cherish this hellsite, participate. Do your bit. Every person counts.
Thank you for reading, and to @staff @changes: give us our tumblr back, or the people will migrate somewhere else. This is a threat.
This website is amazing btw
Here are the 2024 vaccine recommendation schedules. They’ve already been wiped from the cdc site. Save them and share widely, especially to your friends with kids.
Darkness descends, and with it, the end.
DNI Divine Beings!!! u know what u did
I just want to say I read this as DNI Divine Bagels and didn’t even question it. Yeah, that a normal tumblr post right there. Oh wait.
Do not quit alcohol cold turkey
Do not suddenly stop drinking alcohol as a new years resolution if you have been consistently using alcohol most days
Your body gets used to the presence of the alcohol as a sedative in your system
Suddenly removing the sedative you are chemically accustomed to is like suddenly removing the wall you are leaning on - you will topple over
You brain electricity gets overexcited
This causes seizures
This causes sudden onset dementia (Wernicke's encephalopathy)
This causes brain damage
If you use alcohol often (even in moderate amounts)
Or in large amounts
Or you have ever noticed you get shakey tremors and anxious when you stop drinking
Then your body is chemically dependant and you need to be very careful coming off alcohol otherwise you will cause brain damage
Slowly wean down the amount you drink over days or weeks
Talk to a doctor about your goals to quit and ask about support options
Medically supported withdrawal is a lot safer
If alcohol withdrawal goes badly there is a 15% chance it will kill you.
Do not go this alone
You deserve to be safe
Please reblog this or other similar posts and talk about it with people around you
Support your friends to be safe
Remember the Cold Turkey Rule:
Quitting drugs can make you feel like you're dying
Quitting alcohol can make you actually die
Do No Do This Alone
You Are Worth Helping
Alcohol Withdrawal symptoms (Medlineplus.gov)
Alcohol (and benzodiazepine medication) withdrawals can kill you. If you are a heavy drinker, talk to your doctor about medically supervised withdrawal. Other drugs have painful or uncomfortable withdrawal periods. Benzos and Alcohol withdrawal can be deadly if done incorrectly (without medical supervision) for some people.
There is no way to know 100% if you are one of those people ahead of time. It is more likely to be dangerous the more you over consume alcohol and the longer you have been drinking for, but there's not a hard and fast rule involving volume or time. Seek medical advice.
If you have already started going cold turkey and feel like you are feeling more and more sick, experiencing tremors, seizing, hallucinations, etc — seek immediate medical care. You CAN be helped, and they CAN make withdrawal more comfortable and less risky for you.
Edit also: a lot of people seem to be arguing about withdrawal from other drugs can kill you because of the above reblog addition. Anything *can* kill you, but other drug withdrawals are less likely to be the primary cause of death.
For example, the Medlineplus entry for Opiate withdrawal syndrome: "Withdrawal from opiates is painful, but usually not life threatening." You *can* say, aspirate on vomit and die during opiate withdrawal, but the cause of death would be aspiration, not the chemical withdrawal itself. Relapse overdose is usually the thing that kills people. (See also: this Aussie page about heroin withdrawal, and also this one for opioids more generally — generally not presented as potentially fatal).
The page for cocaine withdrawal (also under prognosis section) mentions risk of suicide or relapse overdose:
Withdrawal from cocaine may not be as dangerous as withdrawal from alcohol. However, the withdrawal from any chronic substance use can be very serious. There is a risk of suicide or overdose.
Methamphetamine and Amphetamines don't even have a "withdrawal syndrome" page on Medlineplus. I found a page for My Health Alberta (thanks Canada) and again, withdrawal symptoms themselves are not deadly. It doesn't mean no one ever dies from quitting these drugs suddenly.
Alcohol has the deadliest withdrawal risks, followed by Benzos. But always seek medical help if needed, regardless of what you want to quit.
One very small point I want to clarify: Wernicke’s encephalitis is a complication of alcohol use disorder, not specifically alcohol withdrawal. Chronic alcohol use causes a thiamine (Vit B1) deficiency that, when severe enough, causes brain damage.
Unfortunately, the person themselves often will not recognize the developing confusion. This means a lot of people don’t get help until the effects are very pronounced. Family members and loved ones are crucial in early detection.
Symptoms:
- confusion, disorientation, drowsiness. memory loss with confabulation
- balance issues, difficulty walking, gait changes, issues with muscle coordination
- vitals changes: hypothermia, low BP, high pulse
- EYE AND VISION issues: strange eye movements (nystagmus), eye muscle weakness, double vision, drooping eye lids.
Treated quickly, Wernicke’s encephalitis is reversible with no severe long-term complications. Untreated or caught too late, if develops into Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome, an irreversible chronic dementia that can be fatal.
TL;DR: great post! This one specific complication is a risk for people with alcohol use disorder, not specifically related to withdrawal. But knowing what symptoms to recognize and to get help is crucial.
Important clarification!
Related, alcohol abuse can also cause vitamin B12 deficiency which also causes confusion, memory problems, vision problems, and disorientation. A thiamine b1 and b12 deficiency's side effects can compound/overlap in some nasty ways.
And b12 deficiency can cause numbness in hands/feet, exhaustion, loss of appetite, depression, mouth sores and ulcers, and nausea/vomiting/diarrhea.
“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
Hi hi I made a Hollow Knight animatic please check it out!!
What next?
A tea break wouldn't hurt
Better focus on fixing up Lace
Notes: I hope Lace's characterization comes across properly, I don't want to soften her harshness but I worry she'll be read as evil. Fingers crossed...
Also how do you feel about Holly's dialogue? I struggle to imagine them speaking in eloquent sentences so I started dropping words when writing it. However I am aware ASL (the sign language Im basing this comic's signs on) is grammatically already simpler than spoken english, so... How would this work in practise? 😵
Additionally I think Holly could be dropping words due to Bug-OCD. I could see it develop stress over long sentences as someone who was told to never express anything.
Where first?
Mayor Elderbug Junior's office
The House
Hii I'm going to try something new with this comic! I'll be including a poll at the end of every update so the readers can alter the story here and there. :]
I don't know how many parts this will be, we'll see what my motivation has to say on it-- BUT! The goal is to explore my Post-Silksong headcanons, so if you're interested in that: welcome!
it’s december 1 where’s the christmas tail kitten bring him to me
i have to do EVERYTHING around here
Physically I am here but mentally I am picturing a baby Hornet whose found her way into some trouble. She got away from her caretakers and into some little tunnels in deepnest. The little weaver finds this quite fun, as she is very small and can get into these tunnels to explore, and the caretakers cannot force her to go back home! So she's free to explore, following the tunnels down, down, down. She feels something calling to her, and she soon finds a really big pit! It's deep, and dark. It almost scares her, but she's Brave. She wants to see what's at the bottom, so she tries to climb down the sides.
Only- the wall gives way. And the baby weaver finds herself falling far further down than she thought possible. She flails and tries to find her balance, but still takes a pretty hard landing. She hits one of her legs pretty badly. Is it broken? It might be. She can't really tell, all she knows is it hurts.
And now she's alone, in a deep pit, where her caretakers cannot find her, and she's hurt. Her first thought is that this might not've as bright an idea as it first seemed.
Her second thought is to be silent, because she just saw something move. She is not alone. She thinks that might be worse.
A pitch black form slowly drifts over. It reminds her of a Fungoon, with how it floats. The shape of it's horns are strange, as is the substance it's made of. It doesn't seem to have a shell, not like hers, but it does have white wide eyes.
Despite her attempts to stay quiet, the creature spots her, and floats closer. The little weaver feels... a strange familiarity with the creature. They remind her of Hollow. She doesn't want to think about Hollow right now. She misses them. But it's hard not to feel a similar energy coming from the creature.
"Hello?" She tries, and though the creature startles a little bit, it doesn't attack her. "I'm Herrah's daughter. I don't have a name yet, do you have one?"
The creature regards her for a long moment before shaking their head. That makes sense, they do seem fairly small. They drift closer. Now that they're closer, Hornet can tell that they're cold. Just like Hollow was. The familiarity is stronger. She wonders.
"Are you... Do you know Hollow? They felt a lot like you. They're my sibling." A pause. "Are you my sibling too?"
The creature seems to light up with her words, nodding eagerly. Sibling. She feels echoed back at her. As if they too are discovering this.
The little weaver finds it strange that nobody told her she had more siblings, but then again, nobody every told her about Hollow either. She had to find them all on her own.
The prospect of a new sibling is exciting, so exciting, that the little weaver tries to move towards them. Only to let out a cry of pain, suddenly reminded of the poor state of her leg.
Her new sibling is alarmed, they lunge forward, trying to catch her. But the moment their dripping shell touches hers, it burns. The little weaver cannot help her scream, even as her sibling flinches back.
She curls in on herself, trying to breathe through the pain. Her sibling- Oh. There are more of them. There are so many more of them. All of them are at a distance. She can feel their worry, but they do not try to approach again. Instead, seeming to have a discussion amongst themselves.
After a few long moments, the little weaver regains herself.
"It's okay. I'm- I'm not upset. I just- I fell. And I hurt my leg. I don't- I don't think I can walk." It pains her to admit that much, she hates to be weak. To be vulnerable. But these are her siblings. Hollow never judged her or got upset when she was weak. So maybe they won't either?
Her siblings seem to buzz, flitting around, before one of them seems to have an idea. In the blink of an eye, they've picked up something off the ground- a skull? Now that she looks around, the little weaver sees the ground is covered in skulls and broken shells. They look a lot like her siblings. How strange.
The sibling with the skull moves closer, moving slowly, and... scoops her up in it?
It hurts a bit, jostling her leg, but it doesn't hurt like their touch did before.
"Oh. This works? I think?" And she meant to direct them to the tunnels, but her sibling is carrying her upwards towards... a building? Are there other bugs down here? The little weaver is wary. She doesn't want to get in trouble, and if her caretakers find out she got hurt, they'll be upset.
Inside the building, there are no other bugs. But there are big lanterns full of soul. The sibling carrying her brings her right up to the lantern. And oh-
The little weaver isn't perfect at healing yet, but... there is an awful lot of soul here. She reaches out her little claws, pulling some of into herself and trying to focus. To replicate what she saw Hollow doing.
"Fren" she mutters, and the magic surges forth. It takes two more attempts, but her leg is better! She can move it and everything!
"It worked!" She exclaims, delighted as she shows her now healed leg off to her sibling. They seem happy too! All of them- the others are still here, watching over her.
The little weaver really wants to talk to her new siblings, to learn about them and where she is, but it seems patching up her leg took a lot out of her. She feels very tired. And a bit cold.
"Thank you-" She can't help but yawn. The tiredness is sinking into her shell so quickly. "Tha'k y'u for h'lp'ng. I th'nk 'm g'nna t'ke a n'p"
She can barely finish her words before her vision is blurring. What little she can still see of her siblings is a bit worrying, they seem panicked. But she's too tired to try to reassure them. Oh well, she'll tell them when she wakes up.
Vespa was busy overseeing repairs to the northern sector when a hiveling barreled into the room, out of breath and near panicked.
"My queen- a strange creature of void has emerged from below the tramway. It- We do not know if it is hostile, but it has Herrah's daughter in it's grasp. We did not- We are not sure what to do."
It was hard for Vespa to even think as a panic overtook her, void was a vicious, monstrous thing. Herrah's daughter was pale, but she was young and fragile. She could not withstand it for long.
"I will see to it." She hissed, grip on her spear firm as she darted across her Hive, ignoring her subjects calling after her. She barreled out of the exitway, casting her eyes around
Of all the things Vespa could've expected to find, it was not what awaited her. Several of her hivelings were gathered several paces away from what certain was a creature of void. But it was not void alone. She could feel the soul within it, even from a distance. Wrym and root pulsed still. The shape of it only confirmed what she felt. Herrah's daughter was indeed here, cradled in a broken skull. One that likely once belonged to the creature holding her.
"Return to the Hive, tell all others to remain in there until my return." Was the only command she gave, and though she could tell they were reluctant, her subjects obeyed.
The creature eyed her warily. Vespa waited until her subjects were out of eyesight, before taking a deep breath. It was difficult, and went against her very nature, but she put down her blade. Took several steps away from it. Though the creature still seemed on guard, it did seem to relax just a bit. The gesture understood.
For just a moment, Vespa took in the child sleeping within the creature's arms. She still breathed, but her breathing was labored. No void seeped from her body, but shivers wracked her small form. No direct exposure then. Still, she could not stay near the void for much longer. Vespa had a feeling the creature before her was aware of that much.
"Hello, small thing." She greeted. It was awkward, but she did not wish to risk invoking any assumed name or heritage. Not when she knew the other could not tell her how it preferred to be called. "I am Queen Vespa of the Hive."
After a moment, the creature nodded. Still wary, but not hostile. It seemed to appreciate the introduction and took no offense at the title it'd been assigned. So Vespa pressed onward.
"The one you are carrying, your sister, I knew her mother well. I am one of those charged with her protection. I can see you have no ill intentions for her, but her body is not of void. She cannot be near you much longer, not without damage being done."
As Vespa spoke, she took a step closer, and then another one. The creature looked as if it wanted to flee, clutching the child close to itself, but it did not. It listened to her words, and gave a very reluctant nod. Good, it understood the danger here.
"May I take her from you? I give my word to you that I will see to her safety, just as I gave to Herrah. She is welcome in my Hive, and I would see no harm come to her."
Her arms stretched out, slowly and carefully, and she could see the voidling wanted to flinch away. To covert, to keep, to never let go. It was the nature of the void. To be expected.
But some things were more important than one's nature. The voidling did not flinch back. It steeled itself, and offered the skull to Vespa. Allowing her to take both it and the precious bundle within. Shrinking back only once the child was safe in her arms. The creature took one last longing look at it's kin, and turned to leave. Vespa found herself speaking without meaning to.
"Thank you." She said. It turned and nodded, before flitting off. Back towards the tramway where it had come from.
Vespa quickly brought the child into the Hive, dodging questions as best she could. Her knight was already bringing warm blankets, and the skull was carefully discarded by a shelf. Vespa would have to decide what to do with it later.
Much to her surprise, it was only a minute or two before the child woke up, sleep still clinging to her little eyes as she wiggled in her blankets.
"Lady Vespa?" The child asked, as she took in her surroundings.
"I'm here, little one." Vespa assured, voice soft in ways she'd deny in years to come.
"Oh- huh. How'd I..." The child glanced around, clearly confused. She would've been in deepnest previously if Vespa had to guess. Quite a long trip to make while asleep. "I had a re'lly weird dream."
"Oh?" Vespa prompted, even as she finally reached her own chambers, quieter space. One where secrets could be kept, and words would not travel so far. She wondered what the little weaver recalled.
"Yeah! I was... I was in the garpede tunnels, and I found a big pit. It was huge... and... filled with skulls? And I hurt my leg. But it was okay, because I had siblings there. A lot of them. And they helped me fix my leg. They felt like Hollow, and looked like Hollow too!"
The little weaver's voice grew sad, verging on tears.
"... I miss Hollow."
A cavern filled with skulls. Lost siblings. Puzzle pieces fell into place. She'd wondered how the Pale King had managed to get his perfect child in only one attempt. This made far more sense. Sickening sense, but sense all the same.
Still, that was not a burden for the child in her arms to bear. Not yet. Vespa let her voice soften, as she rocked the child gently. The other was still tired, and Vespa could tell her wakefulness would not last much longer.
"I know, little one. I am sure Hollow misses you too."
It was the best comfort she could offer, as she lulled the child back to sleep.