its fun to draw cats when you dont know cat anatomy
They look normal to me
cats don’t know what anatomy is either
macklin celebrini has autism

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
YOU ARE THE REASON
Cosmic Funnies
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Jules of Nature
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we're not kids anymore.
One Nice Bug Per Day
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@thespiantherepist
its fun to draw cats when you dont know cat anatomy
They look normal to me
cats don’t know what anatomy is either
Keep You Between My Wings
God Hawks x Follower reader As Lavish as his life may have been he was bored. He couldn’t guess why. Maybe it was due to the fact that he has complete power. Despite not being the only god, he felt lonely. All of the others were always so... stuck up. He hadn’t even asked to be part of this. He owed a favour to Enji and he fuffilled it. Now what was he supposed to do? Help the humans? He scoffed as another golden message fell through his doors slot. Walking over he went to go pick it up. About to throw it into the pile before he saw it. The face on the front of the message was astonishing. He stared in awe at it. His golden eyes glittering as he observed the picture. He touched it gingerly. Quickly opening the letter he skimmed over it. “Have they been sending them in daily?” You had. You’d been sending them in every. single. day. Everyday was a prayer for love, and peace. Keigo was shocked. Did you send them in only to him. He fluttered and looked around asking every god and goddess he knew if they got messages from you. He was obssessed. And you had only sent the messages to him. And that made his heart swell but he felt bad. He’d never sent a message or offering back. His wings slumped, and he pouted. He assumed that you needed a little pick me up after all these years.... soooo... He was going to visit you personally. He was shocked at the state of your town. Almost in ruin, they fell to their knees, begging for restoration. He cringed not expecting that this town would be in such an awful state. It wasnt his job to help. He’d get Taishiro to do it later. He told them all that he would send help, but he needed to see you. He felt a strange connection to you. Him the god of pride, of vengence, and wealth. Coming to visit your poor town. It was nearly in ruins, and the people were so sick. How could anything as gourgeous as you stay here. He looked heartbroken down at the people who pleaded with one another. He glided above the ground, giant wings flapping in his wake. He huffed out a sigh. Gliding down onto the ground. Looking down at the house he sensed was yours. He smiled knowing soon he’d get to see you. He strolled up to the door, rapping slightly.
Apparently I badly want to go on my “stop making fun of plague doctors, they were ahead of their time and doing the best they could with the primitive equipment they had available” rant.
They weren’t stupid.
They shoved herbs in their breathing hose because they knew the air was bad and hoped it would help, and *they were right* in theory. The plague itself was not an airborn virus, but they couldn’t know that and it wasn’t the only thing killing people at the time anyway, and they covered *all* their bases. If they’d had the technological knowhow to make air tanks, or even better air filters, they would’ve. They just made the best air filters they could.
What we think they wore isn’t exactly what they wore, and what they actually wore would later be repurposed into scuba suits (and thus spacesuits too) and *actual hazmat suits*, because the theory was sound, the materials were just lacking, and honestly what they did with the materials they had was hardcore.
they wore full face protection which avoids the most obvious mucosal transmission routes
INCLUDING GLASS IN THE EYEHOLES. They invented safety goggles before most of the world had nailed down corrective eye glasses yet
they wore additional head protection to cover seams in their mask/hoods
they oiled and waxed all their clothes to make it fluid-resistant
they wore separate but tight fitting equally if not more fluid-resistant gloves and/or armcuffs so they could keep hand contamination to a minimum even when dressing/undressing AND they only wore the suit in areas they thought was contaminated and took it off before entering uncontaminated areas
they may have used herbed vinegar to clean, and if the stories are true this was clever because 1) it’s available and portable 2) pretty effective as far as medieval disinfectants go versus the damage it does the the user (as opposed to what they had for bleach at the time, and the actual percentage level in alcohols at the time which was mostly insufficient for task as well as being needed for more important things); vinegar is *still* a decent disinfectant even now
It honestly took doctors well into the twentieth century to get that level of obsessive attention to hygiene and cross-contamination back. A whole lot of babies and mothers wouldn’t’ve died, for instance, if a plague doctor instead of an obstetrician supported the birth because A PLAGUE DOCTOR WOULD KNOW TO WASH THEIR GODDAMNED HANDS.
Actual plague doctor’s outfits:
Who was responsible for turning plague doctors into laughingstocks instead of primative but honoured medical and scientific predecessors anyway?
Was it the Victorians? It was probably the Victorians. Those pretentious sanctimonious jerks ruined everything.
#i did not realize people made fun of plague doctors #ive mostly seen people freaked out by the aesthetic #they always seemed to me like a bittersweet example of humanity scared shitless #and still trying really really hard #i’d get very poetic about it #sometimes its a stare out the window and empathize with plague doctors kind of day and that’s just how it is #that’s just how growing up is #i feel like thanks victorians is a strong contender for thanks obama’s throne (tags via @cicadianrhythm)
Also the earliest example of the birdlike outfit we love so much now is from the 17th century, right? Not medieval like everyone thinks?
THEY DEFEND US
@thespiantherepist THEY DEFEND US!
Oh they do! YAYY!
reblog with your weird group chat name in the tags
Honestly, in my work as a therapist, I’m seeing this A Lot, and tbh I still don’t have a satisfactory approach to it. A heavy dose of Existentialist “create your own Purpose” tempered with “when the plane’s going down, put your own oxygen mask on first”, but… yeah, there is no ethical way to work on individual emotional distress without acknowledging the systemic socioeconomic, geopolitical fuckery going on at the moment, and the sheer grief that comes with it.
I’m a guidance counselor/psychologist for teenagers and it’s getting really hard to motivate young people to work for a future they don’t believe in.
They look at ther future and see global warming, wwIII, unemployement, political unstability, poison in everything they eat, the earth and animals dying all around them.
I saw this video where someone was asking french teens in the 50s how they imagine the future would be. The war hadn’t been over for long and yet it was all positive with like peace and flying cars and such. Then they went and ask the same questions to nowadays teens and hell that was depressing. Some still had hope, but it was just that “well I hope I’ll have a nice house and maybe some kid” but there was such a hesitancy to it, like they didn’t dare to hope too much.
People mock Greta Thunberg but what they don’t get is that when she said “you stole my dreams”, it was the truth.
Young people don’t get to dream like they used to. They don’t dream anymore, they grief all that won’t be anymore and that’s just so fucking sad.
The fact that both the tweet and these reblogs are pre-pandemic makes this post even worse
listen, when i go to open my mouth & what comes out is 12 degrees of seperation from what the original topic was, u need to connect the dots bitch. think fast. i’m not gonna hold ur hand but we’re leaving now and visiting every topic along the line. wave it goodbye, don’t get hung up on it
everyone who reblogged this has adhd
Finding out what mutual look like is so wild like sometimes they look exactly like I pictured sometimes it’s like……. wym u don’t look like Alphonse elric
ask game: tell me what you think I look like
me looking at my notes and seeing 80% of it is likes
also I’m not exaggerating it really do be 80%
Might lose the apartment. I wont Be able to draw if I don’t have a place to live please commission me or my partner. We don’t have money no one has a job and no one is hiring despite constant attempts. Please please help
This is my partners bank+ PayPal and my bank respectively rn. I’ve been keeping things afloat solely on commissions since I am living out of country With my partner. Our roomate is out of a job and my partner has been laid off two months ago no luck. My partners bank is the only way I can send money in to pay rent and for essentials and we got a call it will be shut down. im sorry to beg but I been working tirelessly on commission work and despite health issues and my wrist getting worse With use. a boost on my commissions post is much appreciated. I appreciate anyone that commissions me or my partner even just a little it helps tremendously.
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There Is One In Each Classroom
I hope you realize there are some kids out there where their parents don’t settle for anything less than the best. That A- might seem good to you, but that kid could have a whole series of degrading comments and ‘you could have done better’ thrown at them at home. It’s the way they were raised, anything less than perfect is a failure.
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Yeah, lemme tell you about the time I got 99% on an exam, and my father bellowed at me, “WHERE’S THE OTHER ONE PERCENT?????”. It broke my heart, and almost thirty years later, it STILL hurts.
You know what one of my most vivid memories of Year 7 science is? Throughout the year I’d gotten 96%, 98%, 99%, 99.6%, which was my teacher’s way of saying ‘I know you know your shit, but don’t slack off, I want to push you to be great’. Well FINALLY I got my prized 100%, and I packed it in my bag especially to show my grandpa. You know what he says? ‘So you ARE smart. Why couldn’t you get this mark on all those other tests then?’ The next year I had such high expectations on me, when I got 80% I was shattered.
Every time I get a report card, my dad points at the lowest grade and says “what happened there? Maybe we should start working on that next semester.”
One day, I get ALL As except an A- in English. I had worked hard for that A-, English was my worst class, and I had been getting consistent Bs and B-s for the past few semesters. He sees my report card, points at the A-, and says “what happened there? Maybe we should start working on that next semester.”
This, friends, is why I will be VERY stressed if I get an A- on a test or a paper, even if you got a lower grade. Because if all my grades aren’t perfect, I will get constantly harassed about it by my parents.
Can I talk about the fact that teachers will do this too? You get some good grades at the beginning of the year, and then whenever you have a bad day or slack a little they go “well look at that, why couldn’t you have done better?” Or the kids around you who happen to get a better grade than you on something and go “YES! I GOT A BETTER GRADE THAN ___ I MUST BE AWESOME!”
Seriously guys, this is fucked up.
What you guys don’t know is that person has probably put extreme pressure on themselves already, and you have just made them feel like shit.
Also, if you raise your hand in class and get the wrong answer when you’re the “smart kid, goody two shoes, teachers pet” the entire class makes a joke out of it.
It really hurts too when you are the “Gifted” kid in your household. You are held to a higher standard than most of your friends and siblings. I am not allowed to get a B. Ever. Period.
My little brother? He got at least 2 B’s last year and it’s totally fine. I got an 89% in Psych 2 last year that I didn’t know about and I was torn a new one. Why? “Because you are smart and you can get an A.”
It took until 9th grade for 90-95% to be more acceptable. I took an AP class and the moment I dipped below an A I was banned from interactions with friends outside of school.
All because I was “gifted” as a child. Because I was told I was smarter by default. And where am I now? Every failed answer I berate myself and then spiral, and spiral further because “I’m too smart to not control myself”. With every test that I get less than an A on I want to cry.
And the best part is that my parents are teachers and refuse to listen to me tell them that all of this screws with my head. How can I love myself when my standards are tests and grades?
Sorry I went on a rant, but when people make comics like op did I get really heated. There is a reason people do that. And that reason isn’t pretty.
This hurts to reblog because it’s so damn relatable.
I relate to everything in this thread :/
The one on classmates pressurizing you is such a horrible experience, “I bet ___ did better.” “I got better than ___!!” “My goal this year is to get a better grade than ___” “If only I were as smart as ___.”
And then classmates constantly asking you what your grade was because they want to compare their grades to what “the smart kid” got.
My parents don’t give a shit what my grades are, one barely got through highschool and the other was good in a few areas but struggled in many others. I got my first C in the eighth grade and I sobbed for hours. And you know what? My classmates were the ones who hassled me.
I remember another class where I raised my hand to give the answer, and got it wrong, by one number. Everybody in the classroom broke down in laughter and that was the joke of the day. I will still hesitate to answer questions in class 4 years later, because it wasn’t just the once.
Remember that the “smart kids” are people too
I am a disabled autistic kid with no social skills and yeah, I was the “gifted” kid all throughout primary and high school. My parents, my friends, my teachers all told me I was smart - that’s all they ever really complimented me on - or at least the one thing I actually believed (hello, trauma!). It got to the point where I would start believing that’s all I could do, all I was good for. Then, when I was 7, my teacher degraded and embarrassed me in front of my entire class by forcing me to do extra maths homework instead of quietly disappearing off to the extracurricular creative writing session I was supposed to go to, just like every Friday morning before that. She said it was because I was “falling behind”. My maths level was pretty much the higher end of average for my class so I was doing just fine in that department, but she was a teacher and I was 7 years old so there was nothing I could do except cry (and then get yelled at in front of the class for crying).
When kahoot became a thing right at the end of my high school career I would win without breaking a sweat. It got to the point where if I slipped up and came second, the whole class would cheer, burst into applause, treat whoever scored higher than me like a hero. So I started losing on purpose. I calculated how long I’d have to wait to select an answer, how many answers I needed to get wrong to stay in the top 5 but stay out of the top 3 because it was easier that way. Eventually, the cheering whenever I didn’t come first stopped. I didn’t have my classmates celebrating my failure anymore, but it would still leave me feeling sick to my stomach for having to play dumb, to feel like nothing because all I was good for was my smarts and that was what made my peers hate me the most.
Fast forward to 2 years ago. I’m a student at uni and suddenly being smart is a good thing. Finally I can go from being nothing to being smart again! My first ever uni essay got an A+ and I was so excited because I had missed feeling like I was worth something. Except then almost every essay or project I got assigned after that ended in tears because I was so terrified of not getting an A or an A+ because, in my mind, if I did then I’d be back there, back when I was nothing, no one, worthless.
I’m a lot happier now by the way. A shit ton of therapy and a lot of work on developing self-love and I don’t have a breakdown over every grade, but I remember what if felt like to have your self worth so intrinsically tied to your grade. It’s not healthy for anyone, whether you have a D, a C or an A average. The student complaining about an A- isn’t being an asshole, I promise. They likely have their own insecurities being triggered by the mark they got. Uni is stressful for everyone, regardless of their IQ. And like @propertyofmarvel said, the smart kids are people too. Even if they didn’t have parents who punished them for failure, brains are weird (yes, even extremely smart ones) and the social stigma about being smart can be crippling.
Bringing this back because it’s report card time for a lot of people. This term my average dropped by 2% and guess who is getting hassled and told “so what its still the highest average in the class.”
This term was about two months, and I was sick at home for half of it. I had 26 absences on my report card. Oftentimes I will get sick for long periods of time during the school year, but this is by far the longest. What I don’t think people realize is that me getting sick is almost definitely tied to my stress levels. Every single “gifted kid” I know cycles in and out of burnout or is constantly on the edge of it. The hassling and the rude comments are not a one off thing, they feed the fire of stress and anxiety about school that we have. And eventually that does accumulate and leads to a damaged psyche and sometimes physical illness.
For everyone else who just got report cards or will be, you are not your grade. Your grade does not reflect who you are. You do not lose worth when your grade goes down. Just keep going, you got this.
Because of the sorts of things happening that are discussed in this thread, I used to think that my literal only good trait was my intelligence, and if I got something other than perfect, I would think I was completely useless. I thought that my grade and my test scores reflected my worth as a person, but they don’t.
A fun way to get yourself to do chores when you have adhd is to simulate a sense of panic by setting horrible deadlines that fit into other things that you’re doing.
For example, you set up a kettle of water to boil for your tea. Quick! Wipe down the whole counter before it’s done boiling, for the love of god you’re running out of time! Wipe it down! The water is almost boiling.
The water is boiling and your counter is clean. Now set your timer for your tea for three minutes and of my god there’s cups in your room! Quick! Get all the cups from everywhere in the house! Run! You’ve only got three minutes! Get all the dishes into the kitchen!
Oh would you look at that. You got all the dishes in the sink and now your tea is ready. Nice. Now you can chill with your tea.
I’ve found that little stuff like that helps me. Forcing myself into unexpected last minute deadlines. It fills up empty space and my house is a little bit cleaner.
I HATE that I know this works- legit heating something up in the microwave? Rushing to put everything away before it goes off because there is something satisfying about beating it and you feel accomplished.
So I tried this, and I'm genuinely shocked that it worked???
Like, I'm overjoyed that I found a way to do chores without minutes of trying to force myself, but it actually worked??? What kind of sorcery is this???
oh god what did i do
IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT
HOLY FUCKING COW.
OKAY IT’S TRUE
???
I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE
WHAT HOW
I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?
oh?
OH
#lmfao no way #why do i reblog these things #hahaha #urban legends #tumblr myths #im so gullible
nO FUCKING WAY THIS JUST
gUYS NO JOKE I GOT “motor oil” IN MY ASK BOX I’M SCREAMINH
I HOPE U GUYS DON’T LIE
THIS SHIT FUCKING WORKS WTF
you’re shitting me
HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORL-
i wanna see what happens
it looks fun i guess
it only took 3 minutes
i love mail?
What is your dad’s weird hyperfixation??? They all have one
all the people in the tags being like “my dad’s hyperfixation on not paying child support” like okay then, my dad is hyperfixated on Battlestar Galactica and jellybeans
My dad and I are both hyperfixiated on the musing of the universe and how it started. Ended. How we can delve into the deepest ports of the universe. We both came to the conclusion that our atoms came together for a reason. It’s really deep but we also hyperfixiate on cooking sweed and stuff soooo...
@boggblog please everyone needs to see your very correct statement
This is so peaceful. Ahem Ophelia
Look me straight in the eyes and tell me your current music taste isn’t what your father played in the car when you were a kid.
no offense op but this is the least relatable post on this entire website
What type of music did y’all’s dads listen to? Cause now I’m kinda scared.
Kinda Urgent
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My fucking car broke down and I can’t jumpstart it so I have to get it towed 🙃
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