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Call me Mellow or Jaiden. Any pronouns
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
When you sneeze while you’re on your period
Mumbo Jumbo is NOT on his period
officially the worst post on hermitblr
W. Would an egg dying each month be considered peace love and plants
everything i see from hermitblr is fucking insane
I’m fucking crying
thing I am proud of: when the doctor started going on a weird rant about long covid not being real I paused and listened to his nonsense for a bit and then very calmly said, in a polite and curious tone, "you don't believe in post-viral illness?" and he like. stammered a bunch and was like OH WELL I'M NOT SAYING -- I DON'T...I just think ..! and backpedaled awkwardly while I just sat there like :3c interesting :3c thank you so much for clarifying your stance on this :3c
an important skill for chronically ill people to develop is the ability to treat the doctor as though they are simply a person you are interviewing to find out how much they know about your condition.
Holy shit op this is LITERALLY in the book 'Never Split The Difference: Negotiating as if Your Life Depends On It'. Written by a guy who did hostage negotiation and then tried doing business negotiation, and mopped the floor with industry experts.
I'm fortunate enough to have a primary care doctor who knows about hEDS, but it's occurring to me that the skills in this book could be medically life changing for chronically ill folks of all kinds. Like. Literally a matter of life and death, especially for BIPOC and/or fat and/or young people who are having their issues dismissed.
HMMM interesting!! will have to check this out
book pdf link from internet archive
Never Split The Difference
Your partner came back from the dead after being missing for decades. Every one of their friends who they went with ended up dying a horrible death.
Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.
Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.
You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.
You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.
So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.
Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.
Your name is Adrian, and you kind of wants to strangle this fucking fish, statement.
has tumblr seen this photo that james ortiz posted of himself holding rocky because oh my god
that’s his real son that he gave birth to. grace better watch out bc james is about to steal the title of rocky’s number one fan
this photo gives me a overwhelming sense of sadness and nostalgia but at the same time a sense of hope and i an unsure why
Five hundred miles
can’t stop picking my lip :o)
some artists are just extremely capable of capturing emotions that elude the english language
the original got flagged with no way to appeal it when every contributor is deactivated but I will never let this post die. it's monday and we are getting on it cunts
The European Union already forced Apple to abandon its proprietary charging port and adopt USB-C across its entire iPhone lineup. It just did something bigger. A new EU mandate requires every smartphone sold in Europe including Apple devices to feature a battery that can be replaced by the user without specialist tools, without voiding a warranty, and without sending the device to a manufacturer approved service center. Batteries must maintain a minimum capacity threshold after a set number of charge cycles and replacement parts must remain available for up to ten years after a model goes on sale.
The consumer electronics industry built its current business model around batteries that degrade, cannot be replaced at home, and create a natural upgrade cycle every two to three years. The EU just legislated that model out of existence in the world's largest regulatory market.
Apple, Samsung, and every other manufacturer now faces a choice between redesigning their devices for the European market or accepting that their current hardware architecture is no longer legally sellable there.
Given that no company walks away from European consumers voluntarily the phones are going to change and once they change for Europe the rest of the world will ask why theirs still do not.
unmarried childless women whenever there's a newly released low birthrate statistic
inside of you are two wolves, aroace ryland grace and bloodymary
More Simon to no one’s surprise
I like really wanted to draw some EXTRA mutated fish Simon and I hope you like it! I like the potential for fanfics with this au a LOT!
I like the whole, Grace exploring his body and it just tickles like hell! Of course I think Simon his very very reserved at first but when the only human in light years comes to you, FOR you by some miracle, you open up quick. I also think it would be interesting if he can’t talk anymore making the trust between them even more fragile, especially at first, maybe some mutation just messed up his vocal cords or (this part my be gross so sorry) during the mutating process his body pulled the body tissue, like his vocal cords, it deemed not worth keeping and used it to fuel another mutation instead.
I have a confession I don’t actually know a lot of the iron lung lore so my little headcanon story might not work lol but maybe Grace does get Simon’s distress call but when they get to the moon, there’s definitely destruction but no person or ship. After Grace is depressed bc he got his hopes up and they stop at a giant ocean planet for the opertunity for more water and that’s where they find Simon. Maybe the exposition was so powerful it jettisoned Simon to the nearby planet and that’s where he is now (idk I know it’s silly)
Feel free to share any ideas to make the story more cannon or just fun ideas in general you would want to see in the future!
PLEASE let me know if yall are interested in any fics with this au at all! I’m probably going to give writing one a try anyway! I hope you guys like it!!
young man. what is that you have found.
I said young man. you picked it up off the ground.
I said young man. you should put that thing down.
I don't think! that! you! should! eat that!
it's fun to stay at the
toy story wish fulfillment
Can’t get this on any other social media
Okay but imagine being one of Grace's students. Your favorite science teacher takes a few days off without warning and you get a boring substitute. Then he comes back, assigns you Rock Sorting, tells you that the sun is dying and in 30 years life on Earth will be almost impossible, but it's only 30 years and you are barely into your first decade on this planet so you relax and get ready to do Rock Sorting. Then your favorite teacher suddenly seems to snap a synapse, revokes the Rock Sorting and gives you study hall instead, and then leaves the classroom. Wow, Mr. Grace sure is acting weird lately. You do your remaining homework, joke around with your friends, and finish the school day happy and ready for tomorrow when your favorite teacher will teach you some actually cool science stuff. Or give you Rock Sorting. Whatever, it doesn't matter, Mr. Grace can make anything fun.
You come back the next day and he's not there. You have a substitute again.
And the next day.
And the next.
And the next.
You ask the principal, the vice principal, and the other teachers what's going on. Where's Mr. Grace? Is he okay? None of them can tell you. None of them know. One of them spotted him tearing out of the parking lot at light speed the other day, but they don't know anything else. Your favorite science teacher has simply vanished.
Days pass. Weeks. The substitutes are finally replaced by a new, not-fun science teacher. Not a bad teacher, but... not Mr. Grace. The new teacher begins taking down all of the cool stuff in the room. The Jacob's Ladder. The specimen jars. The solar system. You watch, silently, as your favorite teacher's mark is erased from the room. You find your new teacher at the end of the day and ask if you can keep the solar system. They apologize and say it's already in the dumpster.
You ask the adults again about Mr. Grace and get largely the same answers. No one has seen him. Not his family, not his friends. The principal went to his apartment a few weeks ago to check on him, but he wasn't there, nor was his car. His apartment showed no signs of life.
You hear whispers. Rumors. The stress got to him. He missed studying at the universities. He couldn't stand being tied down to a bunch of unruly kids. He crashed. He flew off the bridge.
You block it out, along with the growing talk of the sun dying.
Time goes by, and you slowly grow accustomed to your new science teacher. Your classmates seem to have moved on with no problem. Almost no one mentions his name anymore. His picture is gone from the staff line-up. His nameplates are nowhere to be found. You yourself struggle to think of him, to daily hold him in memory when everyone else seems to not care. But every so often, you'll catch a classmate's eye, and you'll see the same question there: What happened to Mr. Grace? And every so often, you'll overhear a few teachers whispering to each other in the halls. About what they thought they saw. Government vehicles. A woman in black. I heard he was drafted or something...
You and your classmates come up with your own theories. His parents got deathly sick and he rushed home to take care of them. He forgot something at his apartment but was driving so badly he got lost and is now on the other side of the country, still trying to find his way back home. He had an ex-girlfriend who was about to get on a plane for Nicaragua and he suddenly realized how much he still loved her and had to go tell her before she left, and they've run off somewhere together.
Anything is better than believing that he's gone.
One day, your parents sit you down in front of the TV and make you watch the President's special 4th address in the past 18 months. It's about the sun dying, and the astrophage, and the plan to stop it. They call it Project Hail Mary. They're going to send a rocket ship to a nearby star that isn't dying and study it to find out why it isn't dying, and hopefully use that information to save the sun. The mission plans to launch within the next two years. There will be a crew of three. They won't be able to return home because there won't be enough fuel.
Studying stars and distant planets. Leaving and never coming back. You think of your favorite teacher, and the world feels too big and too scary.
Time passes. You graduate 8th grade and officially enter high school, leaving behind the place where Mr. Grace taught you. Only a handful of your former classmates end up at the same high school as you. Every so often, NASA gives an update regarding Project Hail Mary. The past is slowly fading, and the astrophage-riddled future is slowly approaching.
Things begin to change. You hear about strange weather all over the world. Your social studies teacher halts mid-lesson to show you a video of the Sahara Desert covered in black rectangles. The news is filled with rumors of countries stockpiling crops and supplies in preparation for the coming apocalypse. The number of sidewalk preachers significantly spikes. One day the internet explodes with news that an ice cap in Antarctica has exploded and fallen into the sea. None of it feels real. Nothing feels right ever since your favorite teacher disappeared.
There's other stuff, too. The Hail Mary is slowly being assembled in orbit above Earth. The crew and back-up crew have been selected. The prime and back-up scientists are both American. You feel a jolt of hope, but--no, neither of them is Mr. Grace; that's not what happened to him. And then you feel relieved, because those people are going to die in space anyway.
Launch day is impending. It's only a few months away--three days before you graduate 9th grade and start summer break before becoming a sophomore. A new start for everyone. This year is hard enough already. But in the back of your head, you hear the voice of your favorite teacher telling you that it's going to get worse, and it's going to get worse faster than you think.
You ignore it, and feel awful for doing so.
It's less than a week until the Hail Mary launches from Earth into the depths of the galaxy. You feel nervous, but you can't say why. The weird weather has continued, but otherwise life is the same. The catastrophic effects haven't begun yet. You make yourself look forward to summer break and smile. You're almost there. You've made good grades all year, especially in science. Mr. Grace would be proud. Wherever he is.
You meet up with some of your old classmates after school and kick around downtown, doing your best not to feel the apprehension that still hangs around you like a cloud. Everything is fine. Everything's going to be okay. Earth's finest are going on a mission to save the sun. They're going to succeed. Everything's going to be okay.
One of your friends gets a notification on their phone and stares at it for longer than a minute, looking horrified. You all crowd around the phone and gape at the announcement from NASA. There was an explosion at the Russian research facility, and both of the Hail Mary's science specialists were killed. They are trying to find a replacement. They have good candidates. There will be an update shortly.
A shiver runs down your spine. But you squash the fear to comfort your friends, to remind them that NASA has a plan and the mission will still launch. It has to. Everything's going to be okay.
At long last, it's Launch Day.
You have heard no updates about Project Hail Mary other than the scientist position has been filled and the launch is proceeding as scheduled. You tell yourself the nerves are what everyone is feeling. The fate of the world rests in this ship and its crew.
They'll succeed. Everything's going to be okay. Summer is coming. Even if it might be your last real summer.
The launch is being covered all day on all channels, but all the teachers still require you to put your phones away and do school. As if history isn't being made. Finally, in science, your teacher pulls out the projector. No more studying. The Hail Mary is launching in the next two hours, and you should all get to watch.
You stare at the screen in amazement. The Hail Mary is shown in orbit above the Earth, big and strange and beautiful with its tiny crew compartment and giant fuel storage. Down on Earth, NASA is preparing a small craft to fly up to the Hail Mary. The crew will transfer over, get strapped in, and the Hail Mary will launch itself. The crew will be in comas for the whole trip. That way they won't go insane.
The reporters shift topics. The crew is coming out. You sit up in your chair, eager to see the saviors of Earth... before they fly off into space and are never seen again by the rest of humanity.
Commander Yao Li-jie. The pilot. He salutes, and you feel the urge to salute back. Or bow.
Olesya Ilyukhina. The engineer. She waves vigorously and throws up double peace signs. You almost smile. She doesn't seem to be thinking about how she's going to die.
And the scientist. The reporters apologize, the Hail Mary's science specialist is already aboard the craft, already unconscious by request, to minimize panic. He was brought in so late, didn't have much time to get accustomed to space travel. But we salute him all the same for stepping up and filling the spot after that tragic accident.
An image appears to fill the screen, with text underneath. Your heart stops.
You are thirteen years old again. You are sitting in your desk all ready for Rock Sorting. One of your classmates asks a question. It was the last normal moment of your life.
The reporters are talking, but you barely hear it. No one else in the room seems to be feeling the world fall apart the way you are. You look across the room at one of your classmates. She's the one who asked the question. You see it in her eyes. The same disbelief. The same shock. You're not dreaming. You look back up at the front of the classroom.
After all this time, there he is--right there in front of you. Your favorite teacher in the whole wide world, who taught you to be curious, who taught you to never stop learning, who told you that life was about to get very hard, but it didn't sound so scary when he was right there telling you about it. Dr. Ryland Grace, Microbiologist. About to be sent off to space to die.
His picture and name blur in your vision, and the ache you've been burying since 8th grade opens up to swallow your stomach.
Then the screen changes, and he's gone.
