crab stud holding bosses

[hollow-head]

my coworker, today: being an adult kinda sucks me, who has recently bought a chainsaw: but you can buy a chainsaw

[viralfrog]

[manourfi]

Being a crafty person and making a bunch of things often prompts people to ask "oh wow did you make that?" And like, the short answer is: yes I did, but the long answer is: well, no, the pattern isn't mine, but I did choose and buy the fabric/yarn and sewed it together/crocheted it/knitted it myself. I used a reference for that drawing/painting, I didn't come up with it myself. That ceramic piece was insired by a poem and a painting made by different people. What I'm trying to say is, everything I make requires other people to make their own thing first, and then I get inspired by them to do my own thing. So I can't really call anything truly mine, because really it's just a bunch of inspirations and experiences of others (and me) put together by my hands. Does that answer your question

[stitchnknit]

This yarn came from sheep raised in New Zealand and was spun by a woman in Peru. The pattern was created by someone in Germany. My needles were made by a craftsman in China and my stitchmarkers came from the lady at the local fiber festival.

I may have knit this sweater but it contains the souls of people from around the world.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Bits of my smile came from a memory of my aunt and bits of my lips came from the corn I ate last summer. Part of my cadence comes from an old dead friend and some of my lexicon comes from my son’s videos. Parts of my muscles and skin walked around as chicken and cows not so long ago. Parts of my cell membranes were exhaled by trees and parts of my blood were filtered by oysters. We are make of the pieces of the world and of the past that we find laying around and that are gifted to us and that we make part of us. There is no other way to be alive.

[mortalityplays]

last week I was deep in the trenches ploughing through work and mid-afternoon realised I'd neglected to open the blinds and the room was a little dim, so I got up to do that and discovered that a car had flipped onto its roof directly outside my flat and the entire street was closed and flooded with emergency service while they dragged someone out of the vehicle and packed them into an ambulance. so now every time I open the blinds I'm a little like the dog with the ham sandwich bush. what the fuck could it be today.

[lovertm]

[bumblebeebats]

so i hauve covid rn and i must say, American cold medicine is the absolute bees knees. You go to a UK pharmacy and they tenderly press like eight (8) paracetamol into the palm of your hand... God FORBID you're sick in France, i had to scour every pharmacy in Paris for something that wasn't HOMEOPATHIC PASTILLES. meanwhile last night i took the last of my stash of Nyquil that expired in 2019 and it was like getting hit by a fucking baseball bat (affectionate). press X to timeskip. LOVE me a cheeky little medically induced coma. you can really feel that it's a precursor to meth. i know that everything is fucking awful over there my friedns and my heart goes out to every one of you but if you need one small bright light of national pride in this time of strife please know that i envy you your cold medicine every day

[slowspinningredemption]

i once took an american antihistamine pill just a basic one for seasonal allergies and i had to immediately lay down and while doing so i vividly hallucinated that i was a steerage passenger on the titanic resigned to my death as my cabin filled up rapidly with water. then i blacked out and when i woke up again my allergies were gone for the entire season.

[acakewalkofcrocodiles]

The Hat Man is our greatest export

[unfavorableinstigation]

@drifting-knightjar it's like... The philosophy behind American meds is just different. You can always tell the American meds because they feel like they were developed by Victorian mad scientists with access to Space Future pharmaceutical labs. The first time I tried Cepacol - which, for those unfamiliar, is a sore throat lozenge that's sort of a salt sugar lick of local anaesthetic - I thought I was going into anaphylaxis. Fisherman's Friends just blast your sinuses with menthol.

Anyway, in Canada and (I assume) Mexico, American meds are mixed in with other, local stuff, so the contrast is easy to spot. The best way I can encapsulate it is that the active ingredients in Canada's beloved local brand of cough syrup, Buckley's, are menthol, camphor, and two alternative types of baking soda. The active ingredient in American cough syrups is codeine.

[drifting-knightjar]

is this true across most all medicines or is this just a cold medicine thing? it is perhaps of relevance that i dont really fw the quils and such bc i tried them once and it scared me off

[unfavorableinstigation]

It depends what you mean by cold medicines, but it's definitely not just the cough syrups - I wasn't kidding when I said Cepacol was a local anesthetic, its active ingredient is benzocaine. Absolutely terrifying when you've never tried it before and feel your throat and tongue going numb...

We don't really have any local OTC anti-nausea or allergy meds that I can think of to give a good comparison on those fronts; I think people mostly use the American brands or local generic equivalents, though, so that may be an answer in itself?

[nimblermortal]

Vague impression as an American: this is true as a philosophy. I have heard our ibuprofen comes in bigger quantities. I have noticed that if you want to get Tylenol in regular dosage rather than EXTREME STRENGTH you have to look through the shelf very closely (and still come up wrong by accident).

We also medicate more frequently - when I lived in Germany and asked a pharmacy for Vitamin D they told me, "Just go to Italy??"

Note that I am also currently on a migraine and not thinking straight, so. Eminently correctable.

[unfavorableinstigation]

MY GOD

I understand I live at Cousin Oskaar's latitude adn should not be counted, but do you think they're willing to prescribe "trip to Italy" as a treatment billable to the healthcare system?

[wiles-art-blog]

It's make a terrible comic day.

[eraserheadadult]

one time in college i was in a creative writing class and this guy was holding up the critique with what i can only describe as like cinemasins dinging another student's writing. and at some point the professor said "the plot is the fork and the prose is the meal. you are critiquing the taste of the fork"

[eraserheadadult]

when i say cinemasins dinging i mean the piece of writing being critiqued was a scifi short story about a woman living on a space station holding a funeral for her baby. and this guy was like "the setting isn't detailed enough there's not enough world building"

[my-dailydreams]

[freezi-drink]

Hey um??

Via ID in alt

[sagetheunwise]

licking you bee wanted your sweat. that second one was just a freak I think

[raccoonmilf]

I feel like there is something so intensely fucked up about my mom keeping my dead brother’s ashes on her trophy shelf but idk that just me I’m going to the native species zoo i hope they have raccoons if not maybe they’ll let me set them up with some

[run-of-play]

My dad was a plumber. Among many other things - mostly involving dodging capitalism as aggressively as possible, and listening to a lot of Thelonious Monk.

I ended up with his ashes after he kicked it. (Well, most of them. His sister, whom he absolutely hated, got her evangelical little mitts on some by emotionally blackmailing my mother but, well, death makes people do weird things, and shit happens.)

Separate and apart from joining the Dead Dads Club, I was living in an old house with old drains. That kept clogging up. A housewise friend of mine gave me some drain cleaner to try. It was a natural kind, little dried microbes that looked like gritty gray dust, that would wake up in warm water and eat through whatever organic stuff was in the pipe; the baker's yeast of plumbing.

Housewise friend decanted some of this drain-microbe-dust from his own supply, and sent it home with me in a mason jar.

Which he labeled, thank fuck.

Because, well, I was raised 23% by hippies and 378% by wolves, and I've never been very good at the niceties of human ceremonial traditions. By which I mean, I'd stashed the gritty gray dust remains of dad in a mason jar. Which I may have neglected to label. And which had somehow managed to join the lightly chaotic ecosystem of workshop / tools / projects / flotsam. His natural habitat.

Thing is, it was the exact same size of jar. And make.

And I don't know how many times I came THIS CLOSE to putting dad down the drain to unclog those janky-ass pipes.

Which he probably wouldn't have minded - plumber after all.

[radiofreederry]

Lol

[cavegirlpoems]

I cannot stop laughing at the idea that socialism ignores humanity’s highest spiritual ideal: owning yachts.

[despazito]

It's actually super unethical to keep a peeve as a pet

[puppygirllaika]

yes!!! thank you!!! I hate when people do this, it's one of my uh... one of my... oh no...

[creatingblackcharacters]

As I said, quietly writing in my notepad, I was approached by a white male attendee. He did not ask if it was a good time to approach me; he did not seem to care that I was obviously working. He just sat next to me and said, "oh good, now I can talk to you. I have a question." The man did not wait for my consent to the conversation. He just dove in.

He described a few of the political activism groups he's involved in, mostly around environmentalism. ...And he was sure that, just like every other event he had attended, it would be populated exclusively with white people. He would love to see more people of color at these events, he said, but they were nowhere to be found. "Why," he asked me in conclusion, "don't people of color care more about important political issues?"

Many white men see a political landscape dominated by white men and think it is that way because white men are just more politically minded. They think that the absence of women and people of color from powerful rooms is due to self-selection.

They do not question how unwelcoming the room they have built might be. They do not question whether or not the discussions they are having in that room are inclusive and generate productive discussions for women and people of color. They don't ask if there are other, equally important conversations happening in other rooms. And they don't even bother to ask if anyone unlocked the door.

They look at the room and say that women and people of color aren't in it because women and people of color aren't interested. Then they cite this supposed disinterest as proof that women and people of color are too unqualified to even be invited in."

Chapter 6- Mediocre, Ijeoma Oluo

For a Tumblr-specific example, this is why if you don't "see" Black people in your fandom spaces, there's a reason for that. It usually means the space is unwelcome at best, actively hostile at worst. You just don't perceive it bc it doesn't directly affect your entertainment.

[yourspecialeyes]

Reddit user has cracked the code on how to read fanfic and study at the same time

(image via twitter)

[televisionenjoyer]

original reddit post

[forestgreenandgray]

Hey do you know what rumination is?

Rumination is probably the most common type of OCD compulsion, but I rarely see anyone talking about it. I've talked to multiple people diagnosed with OCD who didn't even recognize it as a compulsion.

Basically, if you have OCD you have terrible intrusive thoughts. They can be about anything, but common themes are fear of being a bad person, fear of hurting someone, fear of contamination. etc.

Rumination is when you get stuck in a spiral. Rumination is when you spend hours catastrophizing, overthinking, analyzing, telling yourself it's going to be okay.

I'll say it again:

Rumination is a compulsion.

Rumination is a compulsion, and that means you have to stop doing it.

I did ERP (exposure response prevention) for my OCD with a therapist! For 9 months! And it did help, but the idea didn't really click until I found this website a couple years later.

And Oh My God. It made things make so much more sense, and I was able to pull myself out of an episode even though I wasn't in therapy or on meds at the time.

Genuinely if you have OCD, or even if you suspect you have OCD, I'm begging you to read some of these articles.

Like this was genuinely life changing for me.

Here are some of the ones that were most helpful to me:

Defining Rumination

How to Stop Ruminating

ERP Exercises for Compulsive Rumination

What to Do When You're Triggered

[lesbianlandry]

shane hollander as kermit the frog

[iwasnotaslasher]

This post implies that Ilya is Miss Piggy, and this is beautiful.

[birdadjacent]

I just finished up a shift working in the woodshop so here's my ranking of the tools I generally use, by how much they want to hurt me:

Planer: the planer is a reliable and gentle friend. It has many sharp spinning blades, but they are deep inside the machine, so you have to try to get hurt by the planer.

Table saw: it is like the ocean: huge, powerful, the source of all life. Respect it. Don't turn your back on it. It does not want to hurt you but it's impossible not to be constantly aware of the fact that it Can.

Chop saw: when you're doing a bunch of simple repetitive cuts, it is so so easy to get into a flow state. But watch out! That's its plan. Come onnnnn get carelesssss put those fingies ever closer to the blade to stabilize the wood better its fiiiiine.

Band saw: band saw! Perfect power tool for putting your fingers 1/8 of an inch from! A helpful and quiet tool the band saw :) so quiet you might not even notice it's turned on! Put fingers close to blade, safe with band saw. Friend band saw :)

Belt sander: OW

Hand saw: not only craves blood but actively seeks it

Router table: He appears to me in my dreams, dark and bloody, singing his piercing song. My destruction is his sweetest wish. I am too scared to use him unless I absolutely have no other choice. The rest of the time, I go out of my way to unplug him even if I'm on the other side of the shop.