Stop Telling Me To Keep Calm Goddamnit!

My name is Georgia, I am a 32 year old music teacher and a huge nerd for pretty much anything. So basically all I do on here is like and re blog all the random stuff that I think is awesome. occasionally there will be a personal post but mostly it's just a random collection of re blogs. Enjoy lovelies XD

[keepingcalmisoverratedgoddamnit]

It just occurred to me now at 12:22am, as I stared at my bedroom walls all covered in stray kids posters why they are there now when I am 33 and not 20 years ago when I was a teenager. I was so busy then, masking, mirroring, cloning. I was so busy examining others and reflecting the parts of them I most loved, that I thought made them cool and would therefore make me cool and lovable. There was no room inside me for, well, me. Then, when all my friends were becoming them, I was collecting all the parts of them I thought would make them want to stay. I never hung posters then, or decorated my own spaces. I kept my room just so, and filled with the bits and pieces of the people I'd loved and collected. The parts of them I'd cut out like magazine pictures and pasted onto my shell like paper mache. I never loved a thing so genuinely that I wanted to fill my space up with it.  So when I finally now at 33, have discovered what Autism means for me and what it gave to me and tool from me. I realise that I never learned to be me. Never discovered who I was. And now, burned out and recovering at 33. My walls are covered with posters from a band 16 year old me would have never dreamed of listening to. Not because I wouldn't have liked it, but because the people I loved ridiculed the genre. Now. Now I can see a thing that I love that comes from me. Because I love it. It's not a reflection for once. And it gives me hope that maybe I'm getting a glimpse of me.

I fucked up and bumped the poll button and I'm too tired to work out how to get rid of it and it won't let me post without filling the fucker in...

mood

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Voting ended onOct 9, 2024

[unsettlingcreature]

why do you boop?

Love

Mischief

Malice

Duty

Voting ended onApr 2, 2024

(I will boop everyone who reblogs this post, for the record 💖)

[surfer-osa]

Happy Trans Day of Visibility 🏳️‍⚧️

[butterflyinthewell]

You have been booped by this empty wrapping paper tube.

Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

[thespectacularspider-girl]

boop :)

[the-nerd-beast]

[punkrock-bottom]

Tumblr users when they introduce a silly little button

[severalowls]

Tumblr, 1 April 2024

[paradoxolotl]

[ispyspookymansion]

[staff]

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

[silhouette-saloon]

HOW IT FEELS WHEN A MUTUAL DOESNT HAVE A BOOP BUTTON

[failfemme]

personally, i only found one recipe in here to try out, but i loved the general tips on cooking to achieve particular colors, tastes, or textures. there’s worksheets for figuring out your aversions that can also be used as communication aids for nonverbal ppl.

recipes all have their colors, tastes, and textures labeled right up top, so you know if it suits your needs right away. the author is autistic and has an extremely nonjudgmental way of writing about picky eating.

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Neil, how do you feel about being 4th in the tumblr review 2023?

I suspect there are worse places to be than sandwiched between David Tennant and Michael Sheen.

[garrettauthor]

NEIL

[thenatsdorf]

[sandersstudies]

My favorite part is when the kitty runs to the window and looks out like “the outside stuff????? It is inside?????”

[strawberryjellystuff-deactivate]

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i had to

[naamahdarling]

Y’all this is a great video to study to observe the body language of a very happy but also very excited cat.  Lots of people see videos of excited cats doing things like climb rock climbing walls or get on small boats and think they are angry or scared, when they aren’t.  Here’s a good example of happy excitement and tension in a cat where the cat’s pleasure is easy to see.  The cat’s tail is lashing and its ears are going backward and forward like crazy, but the cat is not angry, it is merely off its shits because snow is just incredible.  This is a wildly playful cat which might play-attack a hand or other animal because it is so excited, but not out of anger.  Note the zoomies at the end to burn off some of that energy!

Think about it. When we humans do something fun and very physical, our bodies are often tense, at the ready, and a lot of our body language does look kind of aggressive or even scared. Cats are the same!  Animals at play or investigating new things often show some tension, but tension is not the same as anger or fear!

[friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog]

Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day

[neil-gaiman]

Do you ever regret any of the jokes made in the original Good Omens book? I.e. the "r*t*rded ant" joke. No hate, just wondering if, while time times change, you look back and regret or if you just accept it?

It was the book that we wrote. There are lines I definitely wouldn't write now and lines Terry wouldn't have written in his final years. But in 1989, there were words that meant different things and had different cultural contexts. Describing an ant as retarded in order to describe a computer was not considered offensive then. I'm still very proud of the book that we wrote, and have come to terms with the idea that things that we write that seem innocuous now will brand us as monsters to people who read what we have to say in 2063.

[catasters]

[crazy-pages]

AUDIO! ON!

[hikarisakurariver]

they are casting a level 7 Healing spell

[liquidlikecats]

Video description: a child in pajamas is laying on top of several low shelves, which are covered in a mat and blanket. It is situated in front of a window front, and the sun shines through. There are seven cats in various positions on top of the child, one of them resting between their arms. Extremely loud purring is audible. End video description

[neil-gaiman]

hi niel. i have a very important question:

if you were being attacked by an infinite number of chickens, how many do you think you could kill before the chickens overcame you?

Couldn't I just climb a tree? Or get in a car and drive away? I bet I could finish out my lifetime before the chickens caught up with me.

[oh-good]

This is INFINITE chickens, Neil. Chickens have taken over every space. Unending chickens. And they're angry at you, Neil. We ask again! How many chickens could you fight off before those descendants of the dinosaur defeat you and rule the Earth once again?

[neil-gaiman]

Infinite chickens? Nothing but chickens? No cars, no roads no houses? And the sea has obviously gone too because I'd otherwise suggest just heading out in a boat, as chickens can't swim. But without the seas I land or water I'm going to die of starvation and thirst pretty soon anyway.

Where are the infinite chickens coming from? The earth can only hold a finite number chickens after all.

[fridathedahlia]

THEY ARE INFINITE CHICKENS. ITS FANTASY.

[neil-gaiman]

Okay. How deep is the earth covered in the infinite chickens then? How many miles up does the chickening of the Earth gog? I would be killed immediately under the weight of infinite Chickens or even under the weight of millions of chickens, obviously. Do they reach the sun? Have they put out the sun? Is the universe, then nothing but infinite chickens, able to function in the airless cold and vacuum of outer space because this is a fantasy?

[demigirlboss2girlrotboogaloo]

Let's say instead of infinite chickens it is a number of chickens which is practically indistinguishable from an infinitely self-renewing supply of chickens. Existing infrastructure does not get replaced by chickens. However, no one except you exists any longer, as they have all become chickens. What is your strategy, and how long can you survive the chickpocalypse? Also these chickens are capable of swimming, so as to maintain the initial conceit of the question, that being that the chickens are not meaningfully escapable.

[neil-gaiman]

I'm not seeing the word "barehanded" anywhere in the original question or in any of the follow-up questions, so I assume I am allowed a weapon.

And that I need to view these chickens as a self-sustaining poultry apocalypse.

Assuming that the chickens have replaced humans, then my weapon of choice were a 100 megaton Atomic Bomb, and that I could explode it over a city populated entirely by Chickens, I firmly believe I could immediately kill about 13 million chickens, and that radiation sickness would account for the death of a few million more chickens.

So about 16 million if the birds have replaced us.