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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I just finished up a shift working in the woodshop so here's my ranking of the tools I generally use, by how much they want to hurt me:
Planer: the planer is a reliable and gentle friend. It has many sharp spinning blades, but they are deep inside the machine, so you have to try to get hurt by the planer.
Table saw: it is like the ocean: huge, powerful, the source of all life. Respect it. Don't turn your back on it. It does not want to hurt you but it's impossible not to be constantly aware of the fact that it Can.
Chop saw: when you're doing a bunch of simple repetitive cuts, it is so so easy to get into a flow state. But watch out! That's its plan. Come onnnnn get carelesssss put those fingies ever closer to the blade to stabilize the wood better its fiiiiine.
Band saw: band saw! Perfect power tool for putting your fingers 1/8 of an inch from! A helpful and quiet tool the band saw :) so quiet you might not even notice it's turned on! Put fingers close to blade, safe with band saw. Friend band saw :)
Belt sander: OW
Hand saw: not only craves blood but actively seeks it
Router table: He appears to me in my dreams, dark and bloody, singing his piercing song. My destruction is his sweetest wish. I am too scared to use him unless I absolutely have no other choice. The rest of the time, I go out of my way to unplug him even if I'm on the other side of the shop.
If u want to write a story about a character that’s just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Who’s gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.
What if someone barges in, points at said character and scream, “Mary Sue!”
Tell them to come back with a warrant
This post came across my dash again and now I am having an absolute blast with self insert hotter me that gets the girls and guys everywhere.
This is the Way
#everyday i remember i can write whateveer i want#and then get too embarrassed to do it😕#one day..
need a permission slip? have a permission slip
Sometimes I’m like “ancient greek plays are so old, how am i going to relate to the characters?” but then
have you guys ever seen the lord of the rings
no whats it about
gay love
Nigerian Pride 🏳️🌈🇳🇬
I meant to have this out yesterday. Happy belated pride. :)
I'm glad you all like the Nigeria Pride post!
Originally, I went in worried the opposite would happen. Growing up, I've been taught that Nigeria, the country, is homophobic. (I was born in America.) But over time, I learned that there's tons of other queer Nigerians; some are out, and some are in the closet 😭.
I'm also not used to this much attention, lol
Thank you all!
India, 1960s: When they told him to “dress as his heart desires” to his first gay club night, nobody, least of all Fingon (who spent the present-day equivalent of Rs 50,000 on his own outfit for the evening), expected Comrade Maedhros to borrow a doggy harness off Celegorm’s newest Alsatian and turn up dressed as a “small dachshund wearing a little Lenin hat”, inadvertently influencing global gay culture for decades to come.
happy pride from prayers!au russingon 😌
Learning this was an intentional genocide changed me.
I know most of those following me know this, but just to make it super clear. An Gorta Mór (The Great Hunger/the Great Famine) was a deliberate genocide of the Irish people. There was enough food grown in Ireland to make sure everyone was alive and healthy and survived. Instead it was exported, sent to England and elsewhere for profit while men, women, and children starved in the streets. While the English landlords fucked off and evicted starving families who couldn’t afford rent. While babies were too weak to cry and died at the side of the road.
They tried to kill us, but they did not succeed. And we owe so much thanks to the other oppressed peoples, in particular the Choctaw Nation and the Masai, who sent money and grain to us.
Let me repeat that. The Choctaw Nation who had just gone through the Trail of Tears sent us money to try save Irish lives. It’s led to an understanding between Irish people and Native American tribes, most recently when we donated to the Navajo and Hopi fundraisers for COVID-19 relief, because while it may be a different tribe, Irish people will never forget those who helped us and we’ll help back.
The entire population of the island is less than seven million people. We’re still a million less on this island than pre famine. And it’s not that long ago. My grandmother’s grandparents lived through it. We’ve told the stories, it literally changed the DNA of the country. We have a national fear of renting, because so many people were evicted. People joke about Irish people always offering loads of food, but it’s because there’s that cultural memory of not being able to.
They tried to kill us, but they did not succeed. We will not let them take our lives, we will not let them take our language. We lost so much, but we will not lose it all.
This is why I get so angry when people say “it was the potato famine, it was because of monoculture/microbes.”
Nope. The potatoes were the only thing Irish people were allowed to fucking eat, because as pointed out, the rest of the crops they were growing were for their landlords to ship to England. So when the one “worthless” crop they were allowed to eat rotted in the field, the English crown, empire, landlords, all shrugged and carried on. People starved to death lying next to productive fields.
Cartoon Saloon is actually making an animated movie about the relationship between the Choctaw people and the Irish people at this time:
med people are so annoying "This family's 8 year old child who was about to go through a major surgery and kept crying that she was hungry so they pitied her and gave her food, she then had a heart attack in the surgery. They're so stupid 😒" girl they didn't know that could happen or why it happens. it takes so little time to explain to them that will happen instead of telling them "no food" with no explanation 10 times
"Before surgery, your body’s reflexes that protect your airway are relaxed by anesthesia. If there’s food or liquid in your stomach, it will near certainly come back up and go into your lungs, which can cause choking, a severe lung / heart infection or even a heart attack. That’s called aspiration, and it is life-threatening. It's hard, but it's only a single day to prevent near certain death. Not eating or drinking beforehand massively lowers the risk and helps prevent these life threatening situations under anesthesia." <- TIP: patients have brains which allows them to receive information just like you
I have four kids. I’ve had one or another of them need some kind of surgical procedure that requires anesthesia four or five times over the past 15 years.
This Tumblr post is the first time someone has explained to me *why* I couldn’t feed them before those instances.
I’m not stupid. I understood that just fine. Hell, my kids would have understood that just fine. But no one bothered to tell us.
i did know this before having kids (i have six). we have a kid that's needed multiple procedures requiring anesthesia. and every single time, i am asked multiple times if i'm sure he was not given any food or water after a certain point.
every single time i have had to say, "i understand that if he had food or water, he could aspirate it into his lungs under anesthesia. i am not lying to you." THEN someone would make a little note and i would stop being repeatedly asked.
not a single time was that risk explained to me. the only reason it came up was because i already knew. i still don't understand why it isn't standard pre-op counseling or pre-op check information, when me as a parent acknowledging the actual risk also put THE MEDICAL STAFF at ease because i conveyed that i had informed understanding as reason to not lie about giving my kid food.
"maybe some people will get nervous and refuse surgery" okay so they need more counseling about risks and anxiety, not less information in a way that actually does endanger their child or themselves!
Reblogging to save a life and teach medical professionals basic communication skills
role swap? age swap?
@gaysails how dare you be funnier than my post
The remains of a mid-16th century church known as the Temple of Santiago is visible Friday from the surface of the Grijalva River due to the lack of rain near the town of Nueva Quechula, in Chiapas state, Mexico.
I was thinking about how qifrey has his qifrey-lings and my thoughts went haywire so now I raise you: bells
hear me out ok… beldaruit has his little bells and sometimes when he’ll see one of his apprentices (or a certain apprentice/qifrey) he’ll shout out “my little bell” on purpose /endearingly just to watch the victim squirm and get all the embarrassed because why is he being silly in broad daylight like that when he has a reputation to upkeep… why is he doting uncle… why is he the ridiculously silly grandpa who pretends to be oblivious and spoils his grandkids…..
I hate that he’s the single character in existence to mush my angst brain into nothing but happy silly thoughts
i love olruggio witchhat so much. he’s a sun-coded black cat. he’s a lethally chronic procrastinator. he’s a girl dad. he lies to the police. his magic is warm. his kids bully him and they’re right. he’s in a decade-long magically induced situationship, but he doesn’t know it’s cursed and he’s in it for love of the game. he’s lowkey a celebrity but chooses to live in a cottage on the countryside with said situationship and their four children. he sleeps on the couch. he was a crazy child. he’s a bit of a picky eater. he has chronic anemia and is two minutes away from passing out at all times. he hates hurting things so much that he struggles to kill a disgusting giant leech. he’s a burnt out gifted kid. he is begrudgingly excellent at one of his jobs and on-purposely atrocious at the other one. he has a baby face and is nearly unrecognizable without his beard. he carries an enormous, inexplicable guilt. he’s the sky’s kindest, most radiant star. he’s the perfect man
Not only did mama raise a quitter, but she also raised a procrastinator, people-pleaser, doormat, coward, and liar, and you can’t put a price on that