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somehow this became a part-time hockey blog, see above. feel free to blacklist #puck if you don't want to be converted. also '#habs/flyers/goldeneyes lb' if you don't take voyeuristic pleasure in watching me crash out 👍🫠
i think people are starting to forget what the LA in LARP means
*nodding sagely* Los Angeles Role Play
okay gang lets find that son of a bitch markiplier
Part of me does wonder a bit why the Pre-Raphaelites and their descendants had such a hard-on for rendering things. Take the architectural paintings of Henry Roderick Newman, an American Pre-Raphaelite (yes, there were a few of those);
Tumblr may crush the quality of those, so I’m going to zoom in on a few details here—
He has individually rendered every discolored, separate tile on the facade of the Duomo in Florence…
And this relief of Isis is divided into discrete blocks of stone. He’s drawn every outline.
Now, the effect is very crisp and sharp and beautiful, but I feel like this is a great way to drive yourself to madness! What was the point of working like this? How long did it take Newman to complete each of these? I mean, dear god.
To the Person Who Asked If I Was OK
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When I was a teenager I had a phase where I called soccer football because the rest of the world called it that but eventually my dad told me “You know, there’s a point where acting smart doesn’t make you smart and just makes you annoying. Refusing to use the word that everyone else around you uses doesn’t make you smarter than them.”
So anyways I call it soccer now.
Americans are socially Nerotic.
The unisex perfume by Cécile Zarokian for Laboratorio Olfattivo?
Okay once I kinda got back into the rhythm of using invisible thread it wasn’t too bad. Still more hours of work that it feels like it ought to have been, but it’s done. 410 beads attached.
Based on a Minoan dolphin rhyton in the archaeological museum in Heraklion.
This insane update from Neocities
oh good news it's fixed !
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Designs are open for claims (except 1 and 5), Dm if interested!
Dawn and Twilight bed by Emile Galle
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Unfinished art I made of Findekano. I completely forgot I made it... I just found it in my folders of uhh November?….lol….
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my first reblog...naturally it belongs to the most beautiful art of fingon i've ever seen
I think it'd be really neat if Huan survived past the First Age and reunited with Celebrimbor in Eregion, just in time to meet Annatar.
He won't out Sauron immediately because he decided to give him a second chance but he will be keeping an eye on him the whole time:
please vote for tylenol to have her face on a beer can $1 for 1 vote and the donation goes to the baltimore animal rescue and care shelter
TYLENOL HAS MADE IT INTO THE TOP TEN LETS FUCKING GO
VOTE NOW SO WE CAN SEE TYLENOL'S FACE ON BEER CANS IN THE DITCHES BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!!!
If you all will allow me a moment to analyze the competition as it exists, there's something interesting going on with the numbers.
As we all know, thanks to the support of the good people of Tumblr, Tylenol has experienced a meteoric rise to second place. Even though her competition is stiff, I believe in Tylenol's ability to go the distance.
But let's take a look at the competition:
Elmer seems to be a lovely boy. I have no qualms with Elmer, and think he would look fantastic on a beer can. But what about Elmer's campaigns? Who is the power behind the throne here, and how have they managed to find such breakout success on this competition?
A handful of wealthy donors are trying to buy this competition.
At the end of the day, all donations are good donations here. This is a charity event so every penny earned is going to help animals in need. But it's not lost on me that Elmer's current ranking is thanks entirely to a few individuals with the financial means to put their thumbs on the scale.
Tylenol's donors, comparatively, are small and numerous, mostly $1-10 donations from many passionate believers in what she stands for (autism and pain relief I think).
Overall, the donations tell a very different story than what the base ranking shows you. Elmer is held aloft by just 24 donors and bolstered by a few wealthy patrons, whereas Tylenol has won the hearts of literally hundreds of people. Even the current third place, Abby, owes her ranking to numerous small contributions rather than one or two large ones.
Tylenol is the people's princess.
Tylenol is the people's princess
Good news!
Tylenol is real! I love you Tylenol!
A vote for Tylenol is a vote for the people
No matter how angry or upset you are, displays of physical aggression are off limits.
The restaurant server forgot your order so now you won't have time to eat before the end of your lunch break? That's inconvenient and frustrating, but doesn't call for slamming your fist on the table or other displays of physical aggression. Find a different way to problem solve.
Your roommate forgot to do the dishes again so now you don't have clean dishes to eat a meal after working a double shift? Again that is frustrating and inconvenient, but certainly doesn't call for slamming doors or other displays of physical aggression. Find a different way to problem solve.
First of all, you never know who has PTSD, and PTSD is far more common than you might think. Even if you think you know someone very well you can never know if there's a part of their past they never share with anyone.
Second of all, the reason that as a society we are trying to move away from physical violence as a method of problem solving is that physical violence for problem solving is inherently unequal. It adds to the marginalization and oppression of disabled people, elderly people, children, people just naturally smaller in stature and frame, survivors of domestic violence, and anyone else who is at a disadvantage in physical altercations. This includes displays of physical aggression, like punching a wall, slamming your fist, raising your voice, or slamming doors.
If you're someone naturally smaller in frame and stature, or a child, or elderly, or physically disabled, and someone larger and more physically fit than you is doing displays of aggression such as shouting or slamming doors, it can be very frightening and possibly trigger a panic attack especially if you have PTSD.
But regardless of someone's size and physical capabilities, it's always possible to bring up traumatic memories that trigger a panic attack if you resort to physical displays of aggression, making it never okay.
Unless someone is genuinely making you feel unsafe, such as someone stalking or harassing you or potentially about to attack you, then you have absolutely nothing worthwhile to gain from making someone intimidated/afraid.
Find a better way to express your feelings and solve your problems.
#i agree with all of this except the slamming doors thing#obviously if you're in the presence of someone who's genuinely distressed by it don't#but slamming a door is a way of expressing anger that's very much NOT directed at anyone in particular#you can't magically stop being angry#but slamming a door or like punching a pillow#is a much better way of expressing that than throwing things or punching tables#I'm getting increasingly frustrated by the 'you mustn't make any loud noise ever in case you Traumatise someone
Personally I think it's pretty unfair to compare slamming doors to "you mustn't make any loud noise ever in case you traumatize someone". I am a survivor of domestic violence, and my abuser would slam doors while in a rampage. A lot of people I know who have survived domestic violence have said the same. My abuser, like many other abusers, would slam doors for the same reason he would punch or kick the wall, to let me know he was angry enough to use force and wanting to intimidate me. My case is not unique, again, i know many survivors of domestic violence who said door slamming was used to intimidate them, for their abuser to show off how angry they are.
I also think slamming a door is really different than punching or screaming into a pillow. Behind a closed door no one can hear or see you punching a pillow. But a slammed door is something the whole building can hear and feel. It's not a private action the way punching or screaming into a pillow is. And that's exactly why it's something so many abusers opt for, they want everyone in the house to hear the slam and feel the walls shaking, they want everyone in the house to know how angry they are, and to see and hear the physical force of their rage.
Years ago when I was still working food service a woman threw a tantrum at me because the kitchen got her order wrong, and when she stormed out of the building she slammed the door so hard that all the walls shook (it was an old wooden building in the historical downtown district of Reykjavík, not one of the newer concrete buildings). After that I had to dismiss myself down to the staff room to recover because it made me shake uncontrollably, since as mentioned, slamming doors is something my abuser would do when he would go into a rampage.
"but slamming a door is a way of expressing anger that's very much NOT directed at anyone in particular" you could say the same thing about punching the wall. Punching the wall is directed at the wall, not a human being, but punching the wall during a fight or conflict is still widely recognized as common behavior in abusers. Because even if the physical force is directed at an inanimate object, when done during an argument or conflict people (especially with abusive tendencies) will direct physical force at an inanimate object in front of whoever they're quarreling with as a way to try to scare / intimidate them. Slamming doors isn't an uncommon method of trying to scare or intimidate someone during a conflict. Good for you if you've never encountered this, but your experiences aren't universal.
Even if someone isn't an abuser, I think it's a pretty childish way to express anger. When I was in university a friend of mine had a roommate who was always slamming doors over honestly insignificant things, like if someone else in the apartment went out to get coffee and he wasn't invited he would slam doors over it. It just made everyone think he was childish, and it made everyone want to avoid him.
Last year, I befriended a Catholic seminarian. We've gotten to be pretty decent friends. Seeing as he was staying in town for the summer and I wasn't, I entrusted him with caring for my plant.
He did a wonderful job, but as he was returning my plant to my custody, he explained "I watered her every other day, I gave her new dirt, moved her into the sunshine, prayed the rosary-"
"What?"
He looked at me, confused. "Isn't she a plant you pray with?"
"No," I said slowly. "She's a prayer plant. That's the... colloquial name of the plant."
Upon seeing his stricken face, I realized something went wrong. Turns out, this entire time, he's been including my plant in on his prayers and leaving her near icons.
Listen, totally cool. My plant becoming Catholic is a great deal for her not dying over the summer. But now I must navigate this interfaith household. Keep me in your thoughts.
“If we could master cooking and laundry, we’d have everything we ever needed.” (x)
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