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I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

the-uncanny-dag

Sister post to The Vitamin

allmichigan

Michigan's most devastating shipwreck was the Carl D Bradley

Carl D Bradley by Presque Isle County Historical Museum When I posted about the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald a couple weeks ago, a reader asked why I don’t share the other famous shipwrecks. I explained that although posts about the Fitz tend to be more shared, my vote for the most grievous loss on the Great Lakes has always been the S.S. Carl D Bradley, a 639-foot freighter that sank almost…

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mrwilliewonka

While the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald has been immortalized in history, both inside and outside the Great Lakes region, the lakes are actually home to thousands of shipwrecks. While the Edmund Fitzgerald was just barely out of the shipyard in November 1958, one such wreck occurred then that’s seldom remembered by those outside the region: the SS Carl D. Bradley. The Bradley was a 639 foot self unloading (hence the large boom on her forward deck) limestone carrying Great Lakes freighter. She was launched in 1927 and at the time she was the longest ship on the great lakes, the Queen of The Lakes. She would hold the title for 22 years until 1949, the second longest reign of any ship on the lakes. She belonged to the Bradley transportation company’s limestone division, based out of Roger’s City, Michigan, with the majority of her crew also coming from the small town. On November 18th, 1958, she was caught in a fierce storm on Upper lake Michigan while headed back to her home port in Roger’s City. Despite riding comfortably through the heavy seas, around 5:35 mp she suddenly split in two and sank, 33 of her 35 crewman were lost. The two survivors, first mate Elmer Flemming and watchman Frank Mays spent 15 hours on a life raft batting monstrous seas and bitter cold before being rescued by the Coast Guard Cutter Sundew. An investigation found structural failure due to poor quality steel used in ships built before 1948, coupled with the ship needing major repairs, lead to her sinking. Today she rests in 320-380 feet of water, about 12 miles southwest of gull island in northern Lake Michigan. Her forward and rear sections rest 90 feet apart almost perfectly in line. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/SS_Carl_D._Bradley

teilzami

November takes away best

Carl D. Bradley used to be the king of the lakes, but uhh, Wilfred Sykes happened Not so long before his death, he met a new king of the lakes, Edmund Fitzgerald. Guess who dies 17 years after Bradley..?

Bradley has scars because of working as an icebreaker. Same reason why he wear goggles (icebreakers usually have them)

official-michigan-posts

i'm definitely not qualified to answer this chat what do you think

mattaytchtaylor

SS Edmund Fitzgerald

I like eating beans

#beans

i-am-a-fish

every time you make art of any kind, a stat that is not visible to the player goes up. also, this is the most important stat in the game

ledogeishere

does singing in the shower count as art

i-am-a-fish

does a strong as fuck ice mummy have ice powers

the-quietestmela

does writing fanfiction count as art

i-am-a-fish

don't make me say the mummy thing again

only-tiktoks

kawree

Y'all for real please do these. Even if you're certain your posture doesn't suck. One day you will wake up with impinged shoulder pain like I did and let me tell you it fucking HURTS. Do these exercises even just once a week and it will make such a difference. Especially my fellow creatives out there, stop shrimping over your work and go do these right now. RIGHT NOW.

cryoverkiltmilk

Reblog to shrimp check your mutuals

sadhoc

there is a very real tendency of teenagers with anxiety disorders self diagnosing with considerably more stigmatized and impairing mental illnesses (e.g. schizophrenia, DID, personality disorders), but the best response to that isn't to get angry with them for "appropriating" lol. instead you show them coping resources for the problems they're actually having and deemphasize diagnostic categories in general. if an 18 year old is claiming to have alzheimer's, they're probably making an innocent mistake and are in genuine distress. be kind.

mariaalenkoshepard

Also I think this trend comes, at least in part, from how brushed aside anxiety disorders can be. If your parents and teachers dismiss you with 'oh everyone feels anxious', then inevitably you're going to start thinking that there must be something else going on with you

lightblueminecraftorchid

”You must feel very scared right now; let’s talk about how to help you personally, tailored to your symptoms” will always be more helpful than “stop faking (X) for attention”. If theyre that desperate for attention or an explanation, something is wrong.

chongoblog

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL

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crokitheloki

everyone say thank you ao3 volunteers you're the best ao3 volunteers ily ao3 volunteers

raisedbylibrarians

blacksheepcolorfulskin

WHY IS THIS SO GOOD?!

filmnoirsbian

Thinking back to the first story I ever started writing down (I was 7 or 8) about a group of stray cats who, every full moon, took the form of human kids. They actually were human kids, who had been killed (all at different times/by different people). Their bodies were each dumped by the side of the road where a cat had been hit by a car previously, and their souls landed in the cats' bodies. Eventually they all found each other and decided that every full moon, when they shifted, they'd try to solve each other's murders one by one. It was going to be a series, with each book focusing on a different kid's murder mystery. I told my mom about it once, briefly, and she said "Those cat books (warrior cats) are making you creepy."

filmnoirsbian

Just finished writing this manuscript, the first story I ever started. 23 years in the making. Never give up, even if your mom calls you creepy 🖤