The party when it’s my turn to cook:
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The party when it’s my turn to cook:
Computer show me men in agonizing pain crying and writhing on the ground with very obvious hard ons
I am in denial 2: Electric Boogaloo
(Part 1)
I am in denial.
(Now with a sequel: Part 2)
Link of story content below. Apocalyptic Romance. Adult male/male romance. Not explicit. There will be a note if and when that happens. Meant for older audiences. Swears, depictions of violence. Eventual potential explicit content in further chapters. Please be advised.
Opening with current edited. Original/ old directory of chapters, ect. At end of post.
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · =Apocalyptic Romance= · (Author's note: finally. I have edited chapter one to satisfaction. Despite losing the device conta
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
THE ORIGINAL?!?!!!!!!!!;!!!!!!!!???
On my dash!??!
Please hold
I love asking friends, without context, "what are you really into this week?" I'll go first. this week I'm really into mouthwash and sudoku. Last week I was into peaches.
we used to be a society on here!! reblog, don't like! I want to hear what you're into!!! I'm literally looking into the nyt game Pips!!!
compiling my favourite responses
"I have killed you.", said the Goddess calmly, "Do not bring yourself back to life because I will kill you again."
Finally, an open hardware printer you can actually understand, repair, and upgrade
Open Printer is an open-source, repairable inkjet printer designed for makers, artists, and anyone tired of throwaway hardware. Built with standard mechanical components and modular parts, it’s easy to assemble, modify, and repair. You can print on standard sheets or paper rolls and choose between black or color cartridges, refillable at your convenience.
This project aims to reclaim our everyday tools. As such, it features no proprietary drivers, no cartridge DRM that locks you to a single vendor and is designed to never become obsolete. The Open Printer is built for longevity and customizability, ensuring that it remains fully under your control.
"being a human is so boring why can't I be one of the COOL animals" okay hey. I hear you. but I actually really super love being an omnivorous persistence hunting primate with a stomach capable of dissolving many literal poisons and the ability to smell geosmin (released in the soil after it rains) at five parts per trillion. I super enjoy being a bipedal terrifyingly agile mammal with some of the most efficient sweat glands in the animal kingdom. I find a lot of joy in being an endotherm with mimicry abilities that rival most other animals with vocal chords. it's sick as hell I'm having a lot of fun
This may be weird to say, but sometimes I think that I chose to be human before I was born. I like being a very social and playful animal that has a desire to bond with anything with a face (and sometimes the face is optional). I like being an animal that can survive anywhere in the world and can change its environment to suit its needs. I love being an incredibly curious animal that wants to know everything from why it rains to what matter is made up of. I love being an amazingly creative animal that will paint, build and shape things just for the function of beauty.
What this image fails to convey is that the "imago" is actually the male reproductive of the species. Santa's Workshop is actually a eusocial species similar to termites where a king and queen are at the center. Most of this species will spend its entire life in the larval form and only take an adult when one or both of the reproductive members die. The new adults will then fight to the death until there's a new Santa/Mrs Claus. Mrs Claus lays the eggs while Santa spreads them out across the world, giving presents to distract from the fact that there are a few new "ornaments" on the tree. This helps keep the eggs safe, warm and able to absorb childhood joy over the next year. When he returns, Santa collects the ready to hatch eggs and replaces them with freshly laid ones
Tips for Writing Injuries
✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.
✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.
✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.
✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.
✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.
✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.
✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.
✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.
✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.
✧ Scars tell stories. Some fade, some don’t. Some stay sensitive forever. Don’t forget the aftermath when the wound becomes part of the character.
I have a suggestion for a LOT of these notes
do you think Wikipedia has a dead man's switch mechanism to replace every instance of "is" with "was" in the event of a planet-wide species-ending apocalypse
This is not like a fully completed thought but yk
So I've done my first aid + CPR a few times. And every single time I try and bring up scenarios for fat folks
Specifically like 'what if someone is too large for me to wrap my arms around then to do the heimleich'
And its incredibly rare I get a decent answer.
How absolutely insane is it that me, as a fat person, is asking how to have MY life saved or to save ANOTHER life, is an impossible feat if someone is fat.
Most of the time they tell me to 'just try anyways uwu'
There has got to be a better option.
From a first aid and CPR trainer, who is also fat.
The heimleich is scientifically as effective as slapping someone VERY hard on the back. The only reason it's so well taught is the man that invented it did a lot of great PR for himself. It's also a bit easier for smaller framed people to get the necessary force in, because people are often extremely scared to hurt people, even in life threatening situations.
With larger bodied people, whether they be fat, tall, muscular, etc. If you cannot get your arms around them, literally just slap the shit out of their shoulders. You want hard, open palmed slaps right in the center of the shoulders or slightly below.
If they are too tall for you to reach that high, guide them to lean over the back of a chair, and then slap slap slap slap slap.
It's been proven to be just as effective through many studies. It just doesn't have a trademarked name and a dramatic effect in film.
If you have to do CPR on a larger bodied person, again, fat, body builder, tall and broad, whoever, the trick to finding where you want to put your hands if going to be to take your hand and shove it in their armpit. No seriously. Put your hand in their armpit, then drag it in a straight line towards yourself until you're in the center of the chest, then put your other hand beneath that one. This is where you push. Then you are going to move the arm closest to you out of the way so you can get closer to them, and get the leverage you need to press down for compressions. The more of your body weight that is over your hands, the better the compression will be. Act like you are trying desperately to pack the last of your clothes in a suitcase, and just slam down hard on their chest.
They will make *horrible* noises. You might even break ribs.
But a broken rib is better than being dead.
One day, perhaps, other CPR and First Aid instructors will actually know and teach this shit. But the medical field is filled with people who don't know, don't care, or just outright hate fat people. So while this information won't fix your complaint, I do hope it helps someone out there with saving their loved ones, should it ever be needed.
Information that will save lives.
I work with people in wheelchairs who all are high choking risks. None of them have the strength to sit on their own, so all the chairs have a large, thick back. I asked how my CPR/First Aid instructor how I would handle someone in that situation choking. They recommended reaching around the chair. There was only one time where someone had a full obstruction, and back blows worked.