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Happy eighth birthday 🥳 to my best boy Rufus ❤️ #birthdayboy🎉 #happybirthday🎂 #dogbirthday https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckd3FxvtwqD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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So it’s one week until my 28th birthday 🥳!! As you may have noticed (or may not 😂) every year on my birthday for the last 6 years, I’ve run a fundraiser for @cityhospice which is the hospice that looks after me, and provides support to my loved ones. I also encourage people around the world to donate to their local hospice. I’ve always thought it’s a lovely way to celebrate another year of life for me, to use my advocacy as a way to spread some kindness to vital services and the people who need them. But this year I’m going to be a little bit selfish; this year, if you are one of the amazing people who usually donates to a hospice in my name, please consider donating to our wedding fund instead. It doesn’t need to be masses of money to make a difference; even a fiver will help! I don’t talk about finances often, but my family are not well off, and we never will be. Most of us are too unwell to work, and even when my parents worked (my mum was actually medically retired five times and kept going back to work until she couldn’t, and dad still works full time with rheumatoid arthritis on chemo) they chose to work less hours for less money to spend time with me; time we weren’t sure we’d get more of. My fiancé works two jobs, but he’s also now a full time carer (something he’s had to get used to), and obviously our romance has been something of a whirlwind… not a lot of time to save 😂 Our wedding is mostly being funded by kindness and love; not just money, but skills and donations from other weddings etc. And for that kindness, I’m beyond grateful. I never thought I’d live long enough to fall in love and get married; I wouldn’t even let myself dream about it. But by some miracle, it’s happening. And I’m beyond touched by everyone who’s helped us get here ❤️❤️❤️ My plan to continue fundraising for city hospice is to do something big next year after the wedding (currently it’s top secret!), so they’ve not been forgotten! And to everyone who’s donated so far; thank you 🌻🌻🌻❤️❤️❤️ The link for our just giving page and my Amazon wishlist (which is pretty much wedding centred 😂🌻) can be found on my profile page on my Linktree 🌻 #birthdayfundraiser https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckd110TtdPd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#birthdayfundraiser

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All these complex reading order flow charts for where to start Discworld .Don’t people know the best way to star Discworld is to randomly purchase a deeply discounted copy of a random book in the middle of the series somewhere, love it and only then discover you’ve gotten yourself into a 41 book series?

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When I was 19 or 20, I sewed myself a wool dress for medieval re-enactments. I hated it almost as soon as I put it on. The bodice was cut wrong; the lacing was uneven; the colour was garish; the front closure was historically inaccurate; the embellishments were sewn on with terrible thread. Wearing it, I was constantly aware of its myriad flaws.

Then in my twenties I hit my adult metabolism and didn’t fit into any of my old clothes anymore. I gave my old dresses to my foster mother, who sells costumes for a living, and the green dress sold. It entered the local medieval re-enactment secondhand economy.

Every time I go to an event, someone different is wearing my green dress. It draws my eyes because it’s a lovely colour and the fabric—real wool and enough of it—moves beautifully with the wearer’s body. I never recognize it at first, because every wearer has worn it a different way; it can be mixed and matched, dressed up and down, moved around a good century of history. From ten feet away its lacing looks elegant, its embellishments beautiful gracenotes. I think: Oh my god, that dress looks beautiful. Wait a minute, that’s MY DRESS.

That dress teaches me, every time I see it, to stop looking at myself through such critical eyes. That dress doesn’t just look good, it looks better than most other dresses in its category, because I put in the time and the effort (including using pliers to force a needle through six layers of wool) to make sure it was done right.

It’s my reminder that sometimes the things I do are actually good, and if I indulge my natural tendency to criticize myself in everything, I’ll end up missing when I’m actually awesome.

shanastoryteller

wish there was a non rude way to be like “I understand your criticism, I don’t even necessarily disagree with it, but I am doing these things on purpose, because I like them and I want to, and therefore your opinion has no value, because you might think me painting a room entirely pink is tacky, but I did it on purpose”

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shanastoryteller

@unyanizedcatboys is the only one on this post with rights

dramioneasks

Hi! I’m a newbie Dramione lover, and I fell deeply in love with Manacled. I was wondering if there are any stories similar? Preferably with the criteria:

-Dark-ish fic (serious circumstances like Voldemort winning)

- Slow burn romance (but not necessarily slow burn smut)

- Dark-ish Draco (dark without being abusive to Hermione. I can deal with Manacled because those were extenuating circumstances. But yeah definitely no Dark PWP fics or Hermione/Lucius/Voldemort pairings *shudders*

- Possessive Draco (because we all secretly love that)

- No Stockholm Syndrome plz. Some fics try and rationalise Draco’s dark behaviour instead of making him work for Hermiones love, and it’s annoying to invest my time into a 400K word fic just for the author to defend their triggering story. I don’t mind dubious consent, if only for the drama, as long as Hermione doesn’t forgive him straight away.

Obviously not asking for all criteria to be met haha. Just interested in these points simply because dark-ish fics are more entertaining and, and more enjoyable when Draco Malfoy is canon-complaint instead of being “secretly in love with Hermione for years for no reason whatsoever”.

Dragon in the Dark By: GracefulLioness - M, 31 chapters, Words: 172,205 - The battle is won, Voldemort is dead, but the war is far from over. In the new Death Eater regime, Draco Malfoy does what he must to survive and keep his mother safe. Now a highly trained assassin, Draco has learned to think of his targets as inhuman beings, but when he is tasked with killing someone from his past, he can no longer hide from the horrors of the world around him.

Title: Not Quite Dark Magic Author: hiccupfound Rating: M Genre(s): Angst, Romance Chapters: 30 Word Count: 107,154 Summary: Five years into to the war, the Order is pulling ahead after ages of drastically losing. Draco Malfoy notices. He wants in. He offers himself as a double agent, but the Order requests more. They’ve created a new spell that binds two people’s magical cores together in order to make a nearly unbeatable pair of duelists.Draco agrees to bind himself to the person most compatible with his magical core. Even if it is Hermione Granger.

Entanglement by blankfish - M, WIP - “Your loyalties begin and end with me now, Granger, or have you forgotten?” he spat bitterly. At the request of the Order, Hermione Granger marries Draco Malfoy, a man she’d only ever known as her enemy. This decision leads her on a winding path of tumultuous consequences that even she could not have predicted. Dramione War AU.

Turncoat By: elizaye Switching sides. - M, 101 chapters - “I have only one condition, and I trust it won’t be hard for you to meet. I want Granger.” Rated M for sex/language/torture.

Blade Of War - jlkihhhg - M, 18 chapters - She merely sulks in the pure fact that she has failed. The dark lord still stands after war and Hermione Granger has seen far too much for her own good. She repulses at the fact that she once sat in the same room with one of his workers, yet she isn’t that surprised. They both had stood on the same battlefield. (Dramione post war)

Draconian by hepburnettes - 50 Chapters - Draco Malfoy is Voldemort’s head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws.

Title: Crimson with a Silver Lining Author: Lady Cailan Rating: M Summary: It is six years since the fall of the Ministry to Voldemort. Those other than purebloods are deemed less than human. When Ginny’s daughter ends up in grave danger, Hermione sells herself to the Death Eaters to save her life. Draco/Hermione. Not fluffy.

The Tower Window By: XoDramaQueenoX - M, 30 chapters - We all know the story. Harry Potter vanquishes the Dark Lord and the battle of Hogwarts is won. But the untold wrinkle is this: The Death Eaters didn’t quit and the war continued. After untold losses the Order of the Phoenix is almost gone. To save the wizarding world, Hermione takes it on herself to invoke a dangerous mission. She gives herself, as prisoner, to Draco Malfoy.

- Lisa

3 years ago today my documentary The Incurable Optimist was released… except it was never really just mine. It was mine, and it was Mei and Gwen’s, the people who filmed and directed and produced everything, and who poured their heart and soul into telling my story. And it was my people’s story; my family, friends, nurses and carers, the people woven into the every day fabric of my life (including my ex boyfriend). 3 year later, 2 BAFTA nominations, 1 unexpected BAFTA win, a break up, several surgeries and big health crises, a global pandemic, huge life changes we’d never see coming, including me moving home with mum and dad, and a Tiktok account with over 33,000 followers later, and I’m still beyond grateful for Mei and Gwen helping me share my story with the world. All I’ve ever wanted to do by raising awareness about what life as a palliative care young adult is like is help one person; I am trying to be the person a younger me so badly needed to see. Someone who battles serious health problems, but who is living a happy and fulfilling life. And from the thousands of messages I’ve received, I think we achieved that! My documentary also led to me having the confidence to create my tiktok account and share my story and experiences on a day to day basis, something I’ve found brings me genuine joy. I knew Mei and Gwen were the right people all along, but I knew for sure when we had a discussion about how I didn’t want to be “inspiration porn” and Gwen told me “we don’t think you’re inspiring because you’re ill, we think you’re inspiring because of who you are”. That’s what stories about disabled people should be. Thank you to everyone who was a part of this adventure, but especially to my partners in crime who started it all. I miss our early morning Costas and lovingly bullying Mei! #3yearslater #theincurableoptimist #sharingmystory #grateful #thatpalliativecarelife #palliativecarewarrior #hospice https://www.instagram.com/p/CaXA5bRNjb4/?utm_medium=tumblr

#3yearslater #theincurableoptimist #sharingmystory #grateful #thatpalliativecarelife #palliativecarewarrior #hospice

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A helping hand

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BABY OH MY GOODNESS

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tipytap

yknow axolotls? thise funky little guys? well not only can they fully regenerate most parts of their body (and up to half of their brain) but they are really receptive to limb transplants and DNA modification :) because of that there are axolotls called “firefly axolotls” that only two breeders in the world produce that get their tails swapped with other axolotls before they hatch. there are also GFP axolotls that glow under UV light because of genetic modification that they took so well the trait actually passed down in generations

(gfp axolotl and two fireflies)

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

back up to the part where axolotls can regrow up to half of their brain

tipytap

yup! pretty much anything that doesnt immediately kill them they can regenerate, including damage to the brain, heart, and spine. im pretty sure that there has also been a study done showing that axolotls will accept the head of another axolotl as a transplant on its back and it will behave independently of the host axolotl.

also their genomes are 14 times the size of the human genome just a little fun fact

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

Fun fact! Saint Valentine was beheaded, and here is a photo of his supposed skull! (which is kept in a reliquary in rome because catholics are freaky that way)

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I can never ever leave this website actually

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Mr. Valentine wishing you a very happy valentines day from beyond the grave publicly displayed golden reliquary

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

in the tags i asked for skull-themed valentines cards and BOY HOWDY DID YA’LL DELIVER

from @hazel2468:

from @unrulygoose:

from @i-drew-a-ferret:

from @gaymedievaldruid, @amberstarthecat

and multiple skeletal puns from @deepdownimbologna

fantastic job on the lovely art and atrocious puns, everybody!

tieflingfaggot

Holy shit.

murdershegoat

inkyzuzi

“Papa was a proven whore” just makes me picture small victorian children talking shit about their dad

wild-west-wind

Please remember this St Valentine's day to celebrate all of Ol Val's patronages: Bees and Beekeepers, The Isle of Lesbos, people with epilepsy, people who really don't want to faint, and, of course, plague.

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@ourladyoflazarus

yup! thats what it says!

normal-horoscopes

Get his ass

accessibleaesthetics

[Image Description: The first image is a screenshot of a tweet by ariella (@agbouskila) reading “absolutely nothing could have prepared me for opening a hebrew slang dictionary from 1972 and seeing a photo of napoleon captioned with “ate shit in russia.”” Below the tweet is a screenshot of said book with a photo of Napoleon captioned “אכל חרא ברוסיה.” The second image is a screenshot of Google Translate showing that the Hebrew words “אכל חרא ברוסיה” do indeed translate to “Ate shit in Russia” in English. End Image Description.]

healingwillow-deactivated202311

Eating toast for dinner instead of cooking is better than not eating anything at all.

Using mouthwash instead of brushing your teeth is better than not taking care of your teeth at all.

Wiping yourself with a damp cloth or baby wipe instead of showering is better than not bathing at all.

Doing only one out of five assignments you need to turn in is better than not submitting anything at all.

Talking to a loved one on the phone is better than not talking to anyone at all.

Playing your favorite video game, listening to good music, or reading a book instead of "grinding" is better than not doing anything at all.

Don't beat yourself up for not being "productive enough". A little productivity is still productivity.

rylandsgrace

Bonus:

universalequalityisinevitable

Peter Joseph on structural violence, from this video.

ebonykalokoh

Brilliant

unapologeticexistence

Spot on. Like Coretta Scott King said, I must remind you that starving a child is violence. Neglecting school children is violence. Punishing a mother and her family is violence. Discrimination against a working man is violence. Ghetto housing is violence. Ignoring medical need is violence. Contempt for poverty is violence.

moonbeam-fox-zero

Contempt for poverty is violence

somecunttookmyurl

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

somecunttookmyurl

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

somecunttookmyurl

sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

somecunttookmyurl

yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

somecunttookmyurl

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

somecunttookmyurl

WITH PLEASURE

(greyscale makes it hard but the duck head is on the right above the toe strap. always takes me a while to find it too)

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