ojovivo
PR's Tumblrdome
JVL
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
shark vs the universe
bliss lane
Love Begins
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
Noah Kahan
Claire Keane
taylor price
Xuebing Du
titsay
#extradirty
RMH
gracie abrams
No title available
Game of Thrones Daily
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
trying on a metaphor
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Ecuador
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Portugal
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Finland
seen from Poland
seen from Saudi Arabia
@haedia
WIP Whenever
I FINALLY felt good enough to work on this again today. God, this week was unnecessarily rough. BUT! I'm finally feeling better and here's the result (so far).
Still early. And Leon's not even worth showing (yet) but I'm getting there.
to anyone in the areas impacted by the wildfire smoke, my #1 biggest piece of advice as someone whos been dealing with wildfire smoke in the NW united states for years, is build yourself a Corsi-Rosenthal Cube
they perform as well as expensive HEPA air cleaners, and are comparatively VERY inexpensive. all you need is a box fan, 4 air filters, a piece of cardboard, and some duct tape!!!!
i think it took us maybe a half hour to put ours together, if that, and we replace the filters every 3 months. it's really made a HUGE difference, both when the air quality is bad, but also with our allergies
Saw these easy to read instructions on Twitter. Stay safe đ
Also just a handy, DIY air filter in general, if a bit bulky. For a less bulky and cheaper (but also less effective) solution, you can simply tape one filter to the fan, cut a shroud if you'd like.
just FYI, this is quite literally what the climate scientists at my work who specialized in wildfire smoke impacts recommend. it works great, it's cheap to make, and it will make a noticeable impact on your air quality.
i have asthma & keep one of these running in my room perpetually. after I set it up the difference in my sleep quality was pretty much night and day. Dont waste your time on proprietary air filters; SIMPLY bust out the duct tape
american blackbirds are icterids but european blackbirds are thrushes but american robins are thrushes but european robins are flycatchers and they are named robin because (checks notes) brits in the 1400s called them "robert" on account of they are just some familiar guy who shows up in your yard. hold on post canceled is that really why they are called that? what the fuck. they did this with jackdaws and magpies too? i can't even be annoyed. how human. "who's that? that's bob." fuck dude it sure is.
what's the most evil type of siege in wvw
flame ram
arrow cart
ballista
catapult
trebuchet
shield generator
siege golem
I waffled a bit between the treb and the ballista for awhile. Then I saw that reblog about just how personal a hit from a ballista feels and was just overcome by a wvw memory of exactly that happening and I had to lock in that as my choice.
Also, trebs are annoying, sure, but like, you know they're gonna be there when a wall is coming down. They're always there.
But a ballista? They're not always present in a siege or a fight. So when they do pop up, it's even worse if you get hit by one.
this is my first time in the pacific northwest. we drove through a forest so wet and foggy you couldnât see the bends in the road ten yards ahead of you and it straight up felt like a horror game until we emerged into a sunny valley with a rainbow over it and then we went to a taco bell and in it there was a guy dressed like a hot dog and a guy dressed like hamburger. is it all like this
Fun how the bystander effect was coined to cover up how cops are bigoted cowards who let a queer person die and stockholm syndrome was coined to cover that the cops handled a hostage situation so badly the hostages trusted their captors more than the cops.
I don't know how to articulate this well, but I really fucking hate the way a lot of thin writers write fat characters. Like how men write women "breasting boobily" there is something so dehumanizing about how fat characters are often written. "He waddled", "he lumbered", the writer of the book I'm reading always mentions this characters "fleshy hand" when he does something with his hand. Like, we already know that he's fat. There is no need to describe everything he does as "doing it fatly".
*fishes this absolute treasure from the tags*
get ahold of yourself
(reference under cut)
This is so good! And it's such a great translation of your style into something a little looser (and fast) which I know we both struggle with! Great job! And I just love your void demons so so much!
The midjourney stuff just reminds of when we were trying to find a new platform to host the ao3 donation form, and companies kept trying to tell me about all their "ai" features that would track donor engagement, and figure out the optimal pattern to email individual donors asking for follow up donations, and all the ways they suggest we manipulate people into staying on our websites. It was a great way to filter out who either wasn't listening to us when we described our ethics and donor base, or just didn't believe us.
Now granted ao3 is a unique case based on a) the amount of page views we get in any given time period and b) the fact that most donors absolutely do Not want to be identified as such anywhere, (the default "list of recent donors" module got nuked Immediately) but it surprised me some that the concept of "donors who value their privacy and would be furious at even the whiff of AI" is unique. Some of us really are just existing in different worlds.
Op's tags
#I just started dropping '2.5 Billion page views a month'#into conversations as early as possible bc they would Not believe me otherwise#it was right up there with having to say 'csam attacks' to get them to take my compartmentalization of information concerns seriously#turns out those are the magic words#otw#op
The last part was kind of insane, honestly. When we started changing platforms for the donor database, I kept telling them that yes I was aware we already had an account for the volunteer database, and no that could not be connected to the donor database. And they said yes fine sure and then connected them anyway. And I called them back and said, excuse me, I'm confused, I can see both databases. And they said, well, yeah, but it's only you, someone has to be able to see both databases to give other users access. The other users can't see both. And I said, no, we have been asking for a completely separate database. I should not be able to see both. And they said, you are one organization, one organization can't have two databases. And I said, last year someone used our volunteer email list to commit approximately one thousand felonies. Please feel free to imagine how much worse it could have been had they had a way to use volunteers' email addresses to get their legal names. We do not want this to be something anyone can do no matter how much we trust them. Let me describe those felonies to you in more detail. And they emailed me two hours later and said, you can have two separate databases.
This post feels like watching an iceberg go by in clear water. The amount of stuff going on beneath the surface of AO3 just astonishes.
(ID in alt)
Approximately one THOUSAND felonies
always interesting whenever people start talking about polyamory as particularly unstable or prone to jealousy bc it begs the question of if theyâve ever seen or heard of monogamous couples
are you aware that those people are having sincere earnest discussions on whether following someone on social media counts as cheating
Medication talk below the cut
My doctor wanted me to try a medication that, while not a drug that is known specifically to help chronic fatigue, it is used to treat other conditions that can cause fatigue.
Since I have an appointment soon, I wanted to try it beforehand since I was finally able to get my prescription filled (annoying story there).
The pharmacist gave me a rundown on it, which I appreciated since I've never had something like this before. She also suggested that I take a half dose for a day or two until I get a feel for it before getting to the full prescribed dose.
Anyway. I took a half dose on Tuesday. It did give me more energy but I didn't banish the kind of vague haze that lingers from extreme, chronic fatigue. So, it was a kind of paradoxical day: I had energy and more focus but I still had that hazy weight on me (it kind of settles near my eyes, is the best way I can think to describe it)
I was thinking it wasn't a bad experience. But I was careful not to overdo it on activity since to energy boost, though appreciated, was new.
It was a good day. Until I hit the twelve hour mark.
I started getting my first side effect issues: dizziness and nausea.
I've been dizzy and nauseous since then. Which is nuts.
I didn't take another dose yet. I need to be able to drive on Friday and I don't think I'd be able to if I did, even if it's possible (or even likely) that the side effects would abate with another dose. But also: the possibility of more of this waiting for me if I miss a dose in the future is awful.
I don't know. It's not a great experience currently. I don't love being dizzy and off and on nauseous for *checks the clock/calendar* over 27 hours now.
The half life of this medication is 12-15 hours, btw
If it's not gone by mid-morning tomorrow, I'm going to be contacting my doctor. Like, I understand some of the chemistry at play for what could be causing such an extended period of these side effects past the point when the medicine should be out of my system. But christ, it sucks.
ppl are so annoying âyou canât paint ur bedroom pink youâre an adultâ i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to âthink about the futureâ
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as â14 year old girl purpleâ (through whatâs wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I donât know, even if theyâre not what I want as an adult). They didnât believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a âdark purpleâ, it would be âdepressingâ. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, âOh yeah, thatâs really pretty.â (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck âem, please yourself. Either theyâll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be âmatureâ about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that Iâm 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, Iâm just like âmarriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.â If they donât like it then they donât have to come to my wedding.
https://xkcd.com/150/
I would like you all to view my office. Iâm thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
Iâm thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesnât mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
GROWING UP DOESNâT MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
GROWING UP DOESNâT
MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I have told this story before, and I will tell it again, because I am An Old now and repeating stories forever is our prerogative:
When I bought my house, the kitchen was multiple shades of dingy white. It was dismal, but it was now mine! So went to the hardware store for paint (well, several trips, painted swatches on panel, etc â Iâm very picky. But this was the final, ârealâ trip). It was a busy day in the paint section. There were at least five people behind me in line.
Now, remember, latex paint is slightly lighter and brighter when wet than it is when dry. And Iâd decided to paint my kitchen candy-apple red. The hardware store employee took my gallon off the Paint Jiggler and cracked it open to put a dab on the top, revealing the most incredibly deep pink, and behind me I hear the entire line of people say,
âOh my god.â
âŚin perfect chorus.
I did not realize up until that moment that shocking a crowd of strangers with my paint color choices was a life goal, but at that moment I felt an absolutely overwhelming sense of achievement.
This is the door to my garage. It used to be white. Live your best life.
Mischief the cat says âWho goes there?â
Every visiting friend says âThis is so cool.â
If youâre looking for an excuse to do some decorating that will make your soul sing, this entire thread is your sign to do it and donât look back!
This is the door to
my garage. It used to be
white. Live your best life.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Iâm 35. I have been told my place looks like maybe a LP fan lives there.
Not sure what they mean.
When I first moved into my place, I painted the spare room, that eventually became my office, lime green, the kind of lime green that glows down the corridor when I open the door - The colour was only available as an âaccent colourâ in the section of paints intended for childrenâs playrooms, and in the shop I got a lot of âOh your son will love this!â And from people I knew I got a lot of âOh well, youâre 21 now, youâre basically a teenager, this is a terrible idea, youâll hate it and need to pull out all the furniture to repaint it.â And I have to report that I am now in my forties and my office still looks like this, and it makes me smile every time I see it.
this is such a modern idea, too
not decorating trends; those have always existed. but the idea that color and decoration is inherently childish
this is the dining room at the Eustis Estate in Milton, Massachusetts, from 1878 (where I used to work, briefly). the walls are TEXTURED MICA SHIMMER on a green background. Adult Space For Adults!
A jewelry shop in Paris c. 1901. kids canât buy jewelry!
who can forget the classic 1950s colorful bathroom? Iâm not a huge fan, but still! adult space! bright colors; decorative designs!
meanwhile âyouâre immature if you like Art Nouveauâ is a hot take Iâve really, seriously seen on this webbed site (only once, thank the gods). I donât know who started this, but Iâm going to kill them
I think a lot of it stems from the ubiquitous Waterhouse prints that were sold on college campuses for 20 years. like why would I get a free pass if it were Monet instead Western culture is stupid. The entire point of being an adult is breakfast for dinner and cake for breakfast and dying with the most toys.
instantly decided to reblog when i got to GROWING UP DOESNâT MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
The examples of decorated homes above are both either modern or upper class, which makes it easy to dismiss because âsure the rich people have beautiful homesâ and âsure, modern middle-class people have lots of color in their homes.â
So hereâs two examples of traditional Norwegian farmhouse interiors. You know. The kinds of places peasants live in.
This type of painting is called ârosemalingâ and today you usually find it on, like, carved wooden bowls and such that are only used for decoration. But back two centuries ago, it was very common to find the interiors of homes covered in it, in projects that were painted little by little over the decades. Because itâs beautiful to look at, paint is the cheapest way of decorating your house, and what else are you going to do on the long winter nights when itâs too dark and cold to work outdoors?
But mostly, they did it because it made them happy, and it was beautiful.
Those old peasants were on to something, I think.
I painted rooms in my house these colors and some people had doubts:
I have been SO HAPPY.
My wife painted the walls of my studio ORANGE. Glorious sunset orange.
I have always wanted a room that was an amazing color and this one is mine.
sometimes you see Takes⢠that make you go "mmmhmmm okay yeah i see we both interpreted that differently based on what the show gave us, but i see how you arrived at your ideas even if they're different from mine," and then sometimes you see Takes⢠that make you go "brother what show did you even fucking watch"
I drew this two years ago but didn't post it for some reason
A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was âheâs got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so heâd be more comfortableâ and it made me realise the world isnât all that bad
#this is team skull
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying âYou can pet me, but donât pick me up!â One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him âdid you see the sign?â He said âyeah! it says that you can pick them up but donât pet them!â Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said âI didnât read it right did I?â And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said âits ok, i know youâve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shitsâ And I still havenât gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. Heâs a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like âhey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but yourâs is so small I think itâs a good place to start.â Ofc I was like âyes heâs very friendly!â So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks âcan I pick him up?â And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number twoâs lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes âhey man, itâs okay just relax Iâd never let anything hurt you. Heâs a good boy.â Iâll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like âah yes the two least intimidating living things Iâve seen in Boston all day heâll feel relaxed around themâ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
My husband had this Dungeons and Dragons group ages ago, and one of the guys was TERRIFIED of cats. The moment he sees one he freezes up and can barely breathe. Said guy is almost seven feet tall and solid wall of muscle. Whenever he came over Iâd put the cats in the bedroom and chill out with a book because my cats donât like being shut away without one of us.Â
One of my cats was pawing at the door and meowing loudly, an indication she REALLY needs to use the litter box. I let her out and decide, hey, Iâm hungry, and decide to the kitchen. I forgot to shut the bedroom door.Â
Next thing I hear is the group going completely silent. My husband very calmly asks me to come over and help him gather our two cats up. I go over to where the group is and my black cat, Cacoa, is rubbing up against the guyâs leg, purring, and doing her âlet me on your lapâ meow. The other cat, Jasper, is sitting at the window, chilling out. I go over and pick up Cacoa and tell the big dude sheâs harmless, loves laps, and would be thrilled if he pet her. Very slowly he touches my catâs face, and she leans right into his hand. He then pets her back and sighs because sheâs really soft and purring like mad. After a few minutes he asks how to pick her up and if itâs okay if she sits on his lap.
He spent the next six hours spoiling my cat. The next week he showed up with cat treats and toys because he fell in love with the cats. He told me he was doing some research on house cats, and even talked to a vet about them. A couple months later he adopted two cats and was as thrilled and excited as a new parent.Â
Oh no a new one!!!
Blessed post.
I used to work at this stable for icelandic horses and every now and then this man would turn up by the field to just watch the horses. One time I walked by him as I was going to get the horses inside, and he went âI always wanted to learn how to ride but Iâm afraid of horses because theyâre so huge. If I could ride ponies like this, maybe Iâd dare but now Iâm too big and heavy for them.â You should have seen his face when I told them that actually theyâre not ponies, just small horses and they could totally carry him. His face just lit up. Next thing Iâm helping him to get on back. Today he knows how to ride.
A few years ago my sister and I were in Daytona Beach, and we saw this huge, burly biker. Looked like the stereotypical biker: big black beard, the goggles, leather, and a bandana. He also had a baby carrier, and in that baby carrier was a tiny little orange Pomeranian. We complimented his dog and he said, in one of the deepest voices Iâve ever heard, âthanks, his nameâs Little Bear!â And he told us about how heâd take Little Bear out on his motorcycle everyday and how much the dog loved it.
Such a lovely post.
Iâm not even putting this in the museum, it shall run free and collect more lovely stories.
Well. I was making pretty good time on the leshley piece but then in my hubris, I thought it would be a good idea to try out a medication my doctor has been wanting me to try for awhile now. (actually it's because I have an appointment coming up so I wanted to have some experience with it before then)
And hooboy I did not expect to actually get some of the bad (but more common) side effects.
I tend to be pretty easy when it comes to medication and my body usually handles stuff well without giving me intolerable side effects. And this started out the same. It was only when the medicine reached its half life that the side effects started, which I was not expecting. Especially not after one half dose.
(though this does make me think that I will adjust if given time, but I don't have the luxury of being further disabled for the next few days, so I'm not risking it for now)
Fingers crossed that they abate before too long. I don't want to be stuck in bed all day because of dizziness and nausea.
>:/
