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Every once in a while, I wish the friendship meter from the Sims was real so that way when people tell me "I used Chat-GPT" they can visually see just how much respect I just lost for them in that moment.
One time an acquaintance told me she entered Snape's star chart into chatgpt and I could physically feel that meter dropping three separate times over the course of her sentence
when we started talking about getting a small-breed dog I was like, "I will NEVER turn into one of those people who treats their little dog like a doll or an accessory by forcing them to dress up in ridiculous outfits. Dogs HATE that. They should get to be DOGS, and that means not having to wear anything but a HARNESS and being FREE to ROLL in the MUD." and then I adopted a dog who throws a fit if you try to take him for a walk without letting him pick out a bow tie first. a dog who loves wearing pajamas so much that I'm about to spend a disgusting amount of money on several sets of linen ones for summer. a dog who watches me wave at him to follow me through a mud puddle and just stands there blinking up at me like, "are you fucking serious? and get my paws wet?"
me: I will raise him no differently than the two 80-lb labs I had growing up. absolutely no hoity-toity frou frou little yapyap dog stuff. he's gonna be a good ol' fashioned, rough-and-tumble, capital D-O-Gâ
ânever mind. the boy yearns to be ensweatered
to celebrate the popularity of this post, I ordered him another set of the linen jammies in yellow. now he looks like paddington bear
the etsy seller threw in a little miniature hermes silk scarf as a freebie and I dare you to tell me he doesn't know how handsome he looks in it. whenever we take it off of him he broods like he's a wealthy victorian orphan child in desperate need of a seaside holiday to restore his delicate aristocratic constitution
went out for pints with the lads last night.
I made this image for my working line, bred to hunt all day, rough tough... princess. She's *such* a princess. You'd never know she spent her first 8mo in outdoor (hunting) kennels; this dog was born to cuddle under the covers and wear pretty tiaras with matching necklaces. Anyway, I would like to share it for all the rough tough pets out there:
THOG MOBILE
âi canât do simple hygiene bc im depressedâ thatâs easy babe! just do simple hygiene
Yâall always have to wallow in your misery instead of considering maybe, just maybe, the encouragement people like this give is just telling people to do one, easy thing instead of worrying about a whole routine. Canât make yourself shower? Thatâs fine, just brush your teeth. Donât have the energy to do your hair? Okay, just brush your teeth.
Making 1 small change that can start improving your mood leads to other small changes. When I couldnât make myself shower I would make sure I changed underwear every day. And then I started using baby wipes to keep myself fresh. And then I worked my way back to trying to take showers every day. My record might not be perfect but Iâm getting better.
Itâs really unhealthy to keep the mindset that anyone who isnât miserable and suffering under their mental illness or emotional problems doesnât know what theyâre talking about. Maybe theyâve just grown to learn how to love and care for themselves in spite of what theyâre going through.
I donât know what any of you people think professional help looks like, but when you walk in and say âiâm too depressed to do anythingâ they donât just nod and say âwell youâre broken forever i guessâ. they donât say âhere take this pill and itâll fix everythingâ. they work with you one step at a time and explain to you that you CAN in fact do simple things even though youâre depressed. it isnât easy, but itâs not impossible, it just happens in small steps, but it isnât getting any easier when you react to every instance of someone trying to help by refusing to listen.
The advice he gives is seriously so solid. A lot of times itâs hard to motivate yourself to do something because it seems too daunting to commit to a full routine, so doing one simple thing can help you get motivated for the next simple thing and so on and so forth. Other posters are right, therapists, at least the ones worth anything, donât just throw pills at you and tell you youâre never going to improve oh well, they give you simple manageable tips to improve your situation.
Recovery is about baby steps at a gentle pace, not using it as a crutch to never ever try to make your situation better. No one said recovery is easy, but it does take at least a smidgeon of willpower/effort on your part. You have to want it enough to be willing to try. Iâm not saying you have to Just Do It and fix your life overnight but if you arenât willing to try then no one can help you.Â
Dude living downstairs has been loudly rapping for like 10 minutes, then suddenly did a high pitched scream, and now its silent down there
he got raptured
trying to watch this video and that team flare pikachu is so fucking distracting. hes just standing there
OHÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â MY GOD
His husband is the pokemon fan and picks out a different pokemon plush to sit in the background of each episode. Its ADORABLE.
my favorite so far was seeing a notification for him doing a video on the history of spam a little while back, and wondering what the plush choice would be for that, and it did not disappoint.
Im a fan of the hidden Applin in his newest video
Strange haunted photo where Winifred looks like she's a painting
I have placed her in a more fitting setting
For the first time in my tenure on tumblr, it's "THAT'S A PHOTOGRAPH?" and not "THAT'S AN OIL PAINTING?"
I love being an adult who always puts my hand out to shake when I meet a kid! every single time their face is like "no one does The Adult Greeting Ritual with me, is this a sign of respect or is this man simply unhinged" and then of course as we talk they realise it's both
Maybe lean out
I sentence you to thinking about dragons for 10 billion year
Today the kids wanted to play Takeaway. I donât mind playing Takeaway, because I can usually do something else with my hands. My role is to place an order on my pretend phone, and receive it from the delivery driver. Iâm quite good at Takeaway.
Bear, aged 8, was the leader of this particularly chaotic takeaway. I overheard them pretending to phone another customer - customer order 125 - and explaining that their delivery would be delayed by approximately fifteen minutes due to a ârockslide.â
âHey, wait a minute, what was that?â I asked.
âAre you order number 125?â
âNo, Iâm order number 165.â
Bear said severely, âwe donât give information about other peopleâs orders.â
âThatâs very professional,â I said, âbut what was that about a rockslide?â
Bear said, âthatâs not your order.â
âSorry,â i said, justly chastened. âWas it a big rockslide? Is it on the news?â
âIf you need information about your order, you will get it.â
My pretend phone then pretend rang, so I had to answer it. It was the takeaway.
âNumber 165? Your order will be delayed by five minutes.â
âOh,â I said, âwhy?â
âBecause thatâs the time it takes us answering all your stupid questions.â
If you give someone a ride home, or walk someone home, don't leave or drive away until you see them get inside and close the door behind them. Make sure you see to it that they get fully get inside safely before you leave.
This also applies to temporary residences, such as a hotel, airbnb, dormitories, ect.
Seeing to it that they fully make it inside safely isn't just about fear of something as drastic as an assault or a mugging. It would also be awfully annoying and stressful for them if they lost their key, and before realizing they're locked out their ride or walking companion has already sped off, so now they're stuck outside alone with nowhere else to go, and possibly a dead phone (when it rains it pours). Or maybe there's dangerous fauna in the area. Or maybe the neighbor's poorly trained dog with aggression issues is loose. Or maybe they slip and hurt themselves while walking to the door.
Even if you're absolutely positive they'll make it to the door safely, it's still a kind and thoughtful gesture to let them know that you care enough about their safety to see to it that they make it inside safely.
This is a thing my mom trained into me (also: second-to-last car to leave an event waits for the last car to make sure both can turn on and start driving home).
It's not exactly that I judge my friends who drop me and go, but I do always notice which cars stay until my front door is actually open. And on my end, it means sometimes I will get out my keys and clearly jingle them as I'm walking up the steps, as my own signal to the driver that I'm good.
Community is good and this is an easy way to make me feel loved.
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The long-lost remains of King Alfred the Great have been found buried under a car park, investigators claim.
Alfred died in 899, and his bones were repeatedly moved. He was buried in Winchester Cathedral until 1110, when his remains were moved to Winchester's Hyde Abbey, where they were interred before the high altar between the bodies of his wife and son. The abbey was demolished after the dissolution of the monasteries in 1539, and the place was left in ruins. In 1866, during construction of a workhouse on the site, the English antiquarian John Mellor excavated the area, found what he thought were Alfred's bones and had them reburied at nearby St. Bartholemewâs Church. But in 2013, when archaeologists exhumed and carbon-dated the bones from St. Bartholomewâs churchyard, they proved to date from over 200 years after Alfredâs death - sparking Graham's interest and search. He said: "Whoeverâs bones they were, they werenât Alfredâs. So, I decided to discover what happened to them. "The quest has taken me 13 years.â
shut up they did not find another goddamn king under another goddamn car park
It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good
Highlights include:
For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.
Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.
Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.
I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.
I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.
Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.
Actually I've decided this is a poem
This is getting notes so let me just say
Himb đđđđđđ
Going into big fandom tags is always unsettling because you'll see sentiments like "Y is my favourite character but I still haven't decided who I ship them with yet!"
You don't have to ship them with anyone. That's not a requirement.
Alternatively, if you're immovably set on doing so, you don't have to pick just one. You can explore multiple. There's even polyamory.
