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Project done! Despite having found two pearl chokers that I easily could have adapted, I decided to make one from scratch. I didn’t have a multistrand clasp thingie so I improvised one, as you can see, and it worked…moderately well? If I were going to redo this I would probably go to the effort of getting one. The pearls are strung on a nylon coated steel wire, so the necklace is remarkably sturdy. The “blood” on the pearl beads is nail polish–unsurprisingly, I have a LOT of red nail polish–and the drips are strung on fishing line.

I used a long chain for the clasp and added some heavy beads at the end (that metal thing is hollow filigree, and not as heavy as it looks, but still a nice weight) to keep the choker from sliding. With that much weight hanging down at the back, the whole thing stays centered very well. Please ignore my hair, I just jammed it into a bun so it would be out of the way.

It’s surprisingly comfortable to wear! I don’t know what I’m going to be for halloween this year, but this is definitely going to be involved. I bet I could even get away with wearing it to work, if I don’t have any trials that day.

hellenhighwater

Just in case anyone needed Halloween ideas…

hellenhighwater

I might make a couple more of these, and maybe sell them? They’d have to be at least $75 to make the time and supplies worthwhile.

llamagoddessofficial

[This idea has been rattling in my brain and I had to share it.]

I know we all love the ‘humans are space orcs’ concept… but imagine, onboard the new ship they’ve been assigned to, the human meets an actual space orc. A massive monster… fangs and tusks and scars and a battle-hardened stare, looming over all the other life forms on the ship in its thick indestructible armour it refuses to remove. It barely drinks, it doesn’t need sleep, its massive shoulders are heavy with the terrible things it has experienced. Compared to the squishy & delicate human body, this thing is a walking tank.

… Except instead of hating/ignoring one another, the human and the monster start bonding over both coming from death planets. The human is excited to find a life form who doesn’t quiver with fear at the vague description of a jellyfish and the monster is ecstatic to meet someone who understands the feeling of being bitten by a qua’lem (cats are pretty close). They sit together and compare dangerous animals and locations as the other aliens look on in confusion and fear… oh, you also have dense jungles of deadly hidden predators, boiling acid lakes, tamed predatory killers, and areas with horrendously high and low temperatures? Sick!!

It doesn’t take long before the two of them become totally inseparable. The human loves not feeling like some kind of crazy outsider and the monster is overjoyed they’ve finally found an equal in this unkillable marshmallow.

Monster: When I was a youngling, a grol-lik stung straight through my armour. The pain lasted for approximately 16 human hours. Human: Oh yeah man, I get that. As a kid I got a wasp stuck in my shirt. It stung me like four times, it was awful, and all my cousins just laughed at me… Monster: [using their arm screen to research human courting methods] I see.

driiaz

Not quite an ‘Orc’ per-se, but eh, close enough. See here giant spiky Deathworlder simping for tiny shouty Deathworlder.

daonepiece

YOU!

are funny♡

Your art makes me always smile (even if it's something heartbreaking)

Thank you! B-but, heartbreaking?? This is a serious case... Imma go get the doctors please wait!

Nothing can't be fixed with duct tape.

h0neymice-archive

harry made an important discovery last night

itsmeimcathy

labyrinth (1986) + thirsty letterboxd reviews

bigmsaxon

Squishy alien tentacle girl

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cop-disliker69

Honestly the idea of going through severe pain and not being allowed to take medication is so horrifying to me that I would prefer opioids be handed out like candy. Sold prescription-free at every gas station.

To deny someone pain relief they need is precisely ethically equivalent to torture.

understatedocelot

this is exactly the line the pharma reps trotted out when trying to sell family practice doctors on the idea that pain was the “fifth vital sign” and you should throw opoids at it every time.

shieldfoss

AND THEY WERE RIGHT

I was visiting my parents recently and my father was listening to some John Oliver bit about the people who own OxyContin and man, Mr Oliver Esq. was big mad that people who made a product were also trying to sell the product but he did not have a lot of time left over to talk about the disaster that is the drug war, whose gatekeeping of clinically-pure known-quantity drugs is the real cause of drug overdoses.

discoursedrome

yeah one of the things that most pisses me off about the whole War on Drugs is how this whole concept of “overdoses” is framed so as to trick you into thinking that it’s, like, analogous to eating too much food or drinking too much at a party, when the majority of overdoses are more like “because this product is unregulated and only produced on the black market, it has no quality control and is cut with a much stronger adulterant where even slight mismeasures can result in a lethal dose”. Then people call them “deaths of despair” and group them in with suicides! For fuck’s sake.

ms-demeanor

Hmm.

I wonder how many ‘overdoses’ there were of bathtub gin and wood alcohol during prohibition compared to per-capita acute overdoses of alcohol when it is tested for purity and alcohol content.

It was Christmas Eve 1926, the streets aglitter with snow and lights, when the man afraid of Santa Claus stumbled into the emergency room at New York City’s Bellevue Hospital. He was flushed, gasping with fear: Santa Claus, he kept telling the nurses, was just behind him, wielding a baseball bat.

Before hospital staff realized how sick he was—the alcohol-induced hallucination was just a symptom—the man died. So did another holiday partygoer. And another. As dusk fell on Christmas, the hospital staff tallied up more than 60 people made desperately ill by alcohol and eight dead from it. Within the next two days, yet another 23 people died in the city from celebrating the season.

Doctors were accustomed to alcohol poisoning by then, the routine of life in the Prohibition era. The bootlegged whiskies and so-called gins often made people sick. The liquor produced in hidden stills frequently came tainted with metals and other impurities. But this outbreak was bizarrely different. The deaths, as investigators would shortly realize, came courtesy of the U.S. government.

Frustrated that people continued to consume so much alcohol even after it was banned, federal officials had decided to try a different kind of enforcement. They ordered the poisoning of industrial alcohols manufactured in the United States, products regularly stolen by bootleggers and resold as drinkable spirits. The idea was to scare people into giving up illicit drinking. Instead, by the time Prohibition ended in 1933, the federal poisoning program, by some estimates, had killed at least 10,000 people.

Whoops. My bad, I thought it was just going to be low quality, not the US government actually poisoning the ingredients to scare people out of drinking.

Anyway, it is MUCH better to just fucking give people known quantities of Oxy with known additives than to have them try to calculate out a safe dose of an unknown purity of fentanyl.

pokemon-personalities

oh to be a little hoppip with a little basket

yamujiburo

b00b69

wiltkingart

gay astronauts on a romantic honeymoon space adventure (oil on canvas 10" x 10")

Deaf Metal- Jewelry for Hearing Aids & Cochlear Implants

I just saw the coolest thing! There’s a company called Deaf Metal that makes jewelry specifically designed to accessorize hearing aids and cochlear implants! They’re made of hypoallergenic silver and use a cool little silicone sling to attach the jewelry to your existing device.

They create designs for people of all ages, gender presentations, and personal styles. For the hearing aid designs, they have designs that go behind the year as well as ones that slide onto the pipe going into the ear. They’re designed to be fashionable but not decrease function!

They advertise them as a way to both help you accessorize and to help you keep your hearing aids as findable as possible in the event that you misplace one, or in the case that your hearing aid slips off. Their safety chain options are available in both adults and children’s designs.

They’re designed by a Finnish HOH designer named Jenni Ahtiainen who has previously done accessory work for people like Snoop Dog & Bono. She believes that hearing aids & cochlear implants should be like glasses, you should be able to style them to your liking. All the products range in cost from $15-50 and if you only wear a hearing aid in one ear, many designs offer the option of purchasing an earring for your other ear so you can match! You can see her other design work at @gtiejenni and @gtieneckwear.

Deaf Metal sells & ships worldwide (USA, Canada, Australia, Great Britain, Norway, Finland, and France, to name a few) from their online store and their amazon shop. They also have some brick and mortar retailers that carry their designs in Norway and Finland.

You can find their website in this post’s sources.

keepingtimetimetime

Thats??? Amazing!!!!!

lemememeringue

www.deafmetal.store (bc the source doesn’t always show in reblogs)

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tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva

I don't think helping blind people is what prevents the dismantling of nuclear weapons

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commonstarguy

secifosseluce

as much as the concept of Jesus being a fairly normal lad has its charms, im personally very intrigued by the idea of him being just… extremely weird. not even in a mystical sense, just…….staggeringly BIZZARRE.

you go to the well to get some water, and here’s Miriam’s boy, staring at the sky, completely still. his expression is unreadable. you hazard a hello and ask how he’s doing, and he slowly, unblinkingly, lowers his gaze on you (he’s 8 and is missing his frontal teeth, not that this is making you any less uncomfortable) and says “I cannot speak of the state of my being, Nathan son of Saul, my brother, but rejoice for the water you shall take today will be as pure as the soul of the children of Heaven”

…you start sweating

secifosseluce

normal person in 1st century Nazareth: making my way downtown, walking fast

*sees J boy, 8 yo, staring at you from across the street*

normal person: walking faster

secifosseluce

even funnier, the only person 100% on board with his Prophetic Kid Talk is his mother Miriam, an otherwise placid, absolutely normal woman around 25 or so

kid JC, coming home at twilight, a single white dove following him and chirping with weirdly human-like precision:

moth̫́er,̦͌ ̮̉i h͙̉av͔̽e ͓͗b̘̃r̞̓o̮͘u̲̒gh̟͒t̺́ you a do̗͐ṽ͙e̢͘ ͈̾m͒͢a͈̽dē̝ ỏ̘f ͈̓c̆͜l͔̂aỷ͇ aṋ̑d̳̿ g͢͞i̹̾fted̖͡ ̻͐it ͓͂w̖̿it̎͜h t̥̃h͙͒e ̨̒m̧̂i̡̍ŗ͒â̫cḷ̔è̤ ̛̻of̞̅ l̘̈i̛̦fè̳

Miriam: ! that’s my little boy :) now let’s go get ready for dinner :)

her husband Yosef, a carpenter who only marginally got signed up for this: