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gummi-stims · 3 months
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Sharknado stimboard 👀
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Fuck it, sure lol
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stimboardboy · 7 months
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calendars and planners
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cyb3r-st4t · 2 months
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Sick characters falling asleep while also trying to pay attention to a lecture or something.
Their entire body heavy with exhaustion, their mind foggy, their vision slowing as they helplessly begin to nod off.
Bonus points if the character next to them sticks their arm out so they don’t hit their head too hard against the desk when they fully fall asleep.
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whats-in-a-sentence · 5 months
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Suddenly Farsight the Eagle spread his wings, soared thirty or forty feet up into the air, circled round and then alighted on the ground.
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"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle" - C. S. Lewis
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From Anglicans Online
We doubt whether the name of Richard Hillary is particularly well known to many. Born in 1919 in Sydney, early in his life he came to England, was educated at Shrewsbury, and proceeded to Trinity College, Oxford. Possessed of a personality that courted daring and danger, he joined the University Air Squadron in 1938 and was called up to the Royal Air Force in 1939. He was handsome, flirtatious, and a bit unthinking. He flew brilliantly, but took risks. In August 1940 his plane was hit by gunfire and he bailed out of it, horrifically burned. Spending three excruciating months in hospital, he underwent a series of experimental plastic surgeries. He was eventually released, his striking face somewhat rebuilt, but still bearing the scars. His muscles were irreparably damaged and his movements forever impaired, but he insisted on resuming flying, despite being barely able to manipulate a knife and fork at the dinner table and despite all recommendation to the contrary. Hillary's last fatal flight was 'round midnight, 8 January 1943, wintry and windy. Shortly after take-off his plane straightaway ran into difficulty. The undercarriage would not come down for landing and the fuel was running low. Hillary and his navigator were instructed to circle a beacon near the centre of the aerodrome. 'Are you happy?', came the somewhat unusual question from the radiotelephone operator, querying their dire situation. 'Moderately', replied Hillary. 'I am continuing to circle'. Minutes after, the plane began losing altitude and soon smashed into the ground, killing both. On this last day after Pentecost or Sunday next before Advent or Stir-up Sunday or the Feat of Christ the King (however one counts it), Hillary's last words — 'I am continuing to circle' — resonate. We have come to the end of the Christian liturgical year, having woven our Sundays and Holy Days into yet one more annual ring of celebration, observance, feast, and fast. We have formed our circle once again. And yet, and yet, only for this life. Our yearly ring, through God's mercy and at a time unknown to us, will slow and stop. Our time will no longer be measured by feast and fast or marked off as 'ordinary'. We shan't 'continue to circle'. Our journey continues in a way we know not. But we trust it will continue, spiralling towards the centre, towards God. 'The disagreement between the two kinds of religion is chiefly on the point whether it is a good thing or a bad thing to be born at all', writes Eithne Wilkins*, continuing: 'The negative wheel is that which merely circles, causing birth and death to recur ceaselessly, and it also broke the spiked wheel of human passions under which we are torn to pieces. St Catherine might be regarded as a good Buddhist in that through her prayers she broke the wheel, so that it could no longer harm her, and after she was decapitated her unsullied body was wafted away by angels. She did not, in a negative sense, "continue to circle". The positive wheel is not that on which we dismally recognize "This is where we came in", but that with a spiralling movement towards the centre. It is the great glowing round that is also the western window, the rose'. We are part of the circle game of life, made meaningful by our following the pattern of Christian fast and feast, and marking the yearly passage of our pilgrimage. Our Lord broke through the circle of life and death on that first Easter, shattering its meaninglessness once for all: 'The Last Enemy to be destroyed is death'†. The circle was broken here on earth, spiralling to an eternal circle in the life of the world to come. Double helix indeed! And now — here's where we 'come in' — we stand on the threshold of Advent, waiting in this strange end-of-year space briefly before we enter that dark quiet time of count-down once again. The liturgical year is indeed a way of time travel, a circularity that brings with it the story of salvation. Our parts are waiting for us, if we will join in.
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lixzwithapen · 10 months
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manwalksintobar · 2 years
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38 // Layli Long Soldier
Here, the sentence will be respected.
  I will compose each sentence with care, by minding what the rules of writing dictate.
  For example, all sentences will begin with capital letters.
  Likewise, the history of the sentence will be honored by ending each one with appropriate punctuation such as a period or question mark, thus bringing the idea to (momentary) completion.
  You may like to know, I do not consider this a “creative piece.”
  I do not regard this as a poem of great imagination or a work of fiction.
  Also, historical events will not be dramatized for an “interesting” read.
  Therefore, I feel most responsible to the orderly sentence; conveyor of thought.
  That said, I will begin.
  You may or may not have heard about the Dakota 38.
  If this is the first time you’ve heard of it, you might wonder, “What is the Dakota 38?”
  The Dakota 38 refers to thirty-eight Dakota men who were executed by hanging, under orders from President Abraham Lincoln.
  To date, this is the largest “legal” mass execution in US history.
  The hanging took place on December 26, 1862—the day after Christmas.
  This was the same week that President Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation.
  In the preceding sentence, I italicize “same week” for emphasis.
  There was a movie titled Lincoln about the presidency of Abraham Lincoln.
  The signing of the Emancipation Proclamation was included in the film Lincoln; the hanging of the Dakota 38 was not.
  In any case, you might be asking, “Why were thirty-eight Dakota men hung?”
  As a side note, the past tense of hang is hung, but when referring to the capital punishment of hanging, the correct past tense is hanged.
  So it’s possible that you’re asking, “Why were thirty-eight Dakota men hanged?”
  They were hanged for the Sioux Uprising.
  I want to tell you about the Sioux Uprising, but I don’t know where to begin.
  I may jump around and details will not unfold in chronological order.
  Keep in mind, I am not a historian.
  So I will recount facts as best as I can, given limited resources and understanding.
  Before Minnesota was a state, the Minnesota region, generally speaking, was the traditional homeland for Dakota, Anishinaabeg, and Ho-Chunk people.
  During the 1800s, when the US expanded territory, they “purchased” land from the Dakota people as well as the other tribes.
  But another way to understand that sort of “purchase” is: Dakota leaders ceded land to the US government in exchange for money or goods, but most importantly, the safety of their people.
  Some say that Dakota leaders did not understand the terms they were entering, or they never would have agreed.
  Even others call the entire negotiation “trickery.”
  But to make whatever-it-was official and binding, the US government drew up an initial treaty.
  This treaty was later replaced by another (more convenient) treaty, and then another.
  I’ve had difficulty unraveling the terms of these treaties, given the legal speak and congressional language.
  As treaties were abrogated (broken) and new treaties were drafted, one after another, the new treaties often referenced old defunct treaties, and it is a muddy, switchback trail to follow.
  Although I often feel lost on this trail, I know I am not alone.
  However, as best as I can put the facts together, in 1851, Dakota territory was contained to a twelve-mile by one-hundred-fifty-mile long strip along the Minnesota River.
  But just seven years later, in 1858, the northern portion was ceded (taken) and the southern portion was (conveniently) allotted, which reduced Dakota land to a stark ten-mile tract.
  These amended and broken treaties are often referred to as the Minnesota Treaties.
  The word Minnesota comes from mni, which means water; and sota, which means turbid.
  Synonyms for turbid include muddy, unclear, cloudy, confused, and smoky.
  Everything is in the language we use.
  For example, a treaty is, essentially, a contract between two sovereign nations.
  The US treaties with the Dakota Nation were legal contracts that promised money.
  It could be said, this money was payment for the land the Dakota ceded; for living within assigned boundaries (a reservation); and for relinquishing rights to their vast hunting territory which, in turn, made Dakota people dependent on other means to survive: money.
  The previous sentence is circular, akin to so many aspects of history.
  As you may have guessed by now, the money promised in the turbid treaties did not make it into the hands of Dakota people.
  In addition, local government traders would not offer credit to “Indians” to purchase food or goods.
  Without money, store credit, or rights to hunt beyond their ten-mile tract of land, Dakota people began to starve.
  The Dakota people were starving.
  The Dakota people starved.
  In the preceding sentence, the word “starved” does not need italics for emphasis.
  One should read “The Dakota people starved” as a straightforward and plainly stated fact.
  As a result—and without other options but to continue to starve—Dakota people retaliated.
  Dakota warriors organized, struck out, and killed settlers and traders.
  This revolt is called the Sioux Uprising.
  Eventually, the US Cavalry came to Mnisota to confront the Uprising.
  More than one thousand Dakota people were sent to prison.
  As already mentioned, thirty-eight Dakota men were subsequently hanged.
  After the hanging, those one thousand Dakota prisoners were released.
  However, as further consequence, what remained of Dakota territory in Mnisota was dissolved (stolen).
  The Dakota people had no land to return to.
  This means they were exiled.
  Homeless, the Dakota people of Mnisota were relocated (forced) onto reservations in South Dakota and Nebraska.
  Now, every year, a group called the Dakota 38 + 2 Riders conduct a memorial horse ride from Lower Brule, South Dakota, to Mankato, Mnisota.
  The Memorial Riders travel 325 miles on horseback for eighteen days, sometimes through sub-zero blizzards.
  They conclude their journey on December 26, the day of the hanging.
  Memorials help focus our memory on particular people or events.
  Often, memorials come in the forms of plaques, statues, or gravestones.
  The memorial for the Dakota 38 is not an object inscribed with words, but an act.
  Yet, I started this piece because I was interested in writing about grasses.
  So, there is one other event to include, although it’s not in chronological order and we must backtrack a little.
  When the Dakota people were starving, as you may remember, government traders would not extend store credit to “Indians.”
  One trader named Andrew Myrick is famous for his refusal to provide credit to Dakota people by saying, “If they are hungry, let them eat grass.”
  There are variations of Myrick’s words, but they are all something to that effect.
  When settlers and traders were killed during the Sioux Uprising, one of the first to be executed by the Dakota was Andrew Myrick.
  When Myrick’s body was found,
                                                his mouth was stuffed with grass.
  I am inclined to call this act by the Dakota warriors a poem.
  There’s irony in their poem.
  There was no text.
  “Real” poems do not “really” require words.
  I have italicized the previous sentence to indicate inner dialogue, a revealing moment.
  But, on second thought, the words “Let them eat grass” click the gears of the poem into place.
  So, we could also say, language and word choice are crucial to the poem’s work.
  Things are circling back again.
  Sometimes, when in a circle, if I wish to exit, I must leap.
  And let the body                               swing.
  From the platform.
                                                 Out
                                                                                                                to the grasses.
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botherbug · 1 year
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normal and squarified. sorry for failed loop!
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fromthedust · 2 years
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begottaum · 2 years
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Flickering Mind
Lord, not you it is I who am absent. At first belief was a joy I kept in secret, stealing alone into sacred places: a quick glance, and away -- and back, circling. I have long since uttered your name but now I elude your presence. I stop to think about you, and my mind at once like a minnow darts away, darts into the shadows, into gleams that fret unceasing over the river's purling and passing. Not for one second will my self hold still, but wanders anywhere, everywhere it can turn. Not you, it is I am absent. You are the stream, the fish, the light, the pulsing shadow. You the unchanging presence, in whom all moves and changes. How can I focus my flickering, perceive at the fountain's heart the sapphire I know is there? ~ Denise Levertov
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stimboardboy · 1 year
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idlejet · 2 years
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Guitar, vibraphone, and a faraway feeling...
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fefiemmanouil1 · 2 years
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emilnikos · 3 months
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I need non autistic people to realise meltdowns are a real debilitating thing that has a serious effect on your mental and physical health NOWWWWW!!! The way its been trivialized and lessened pisses me the fuck off. It's not a tantrum and it doesn't come from "being too weak-willed" it's painful and it's embarrassing AND MOST OF ALL IT'S INVOLUNTARY!! Don't claim to be an ally to autistic or disabled people and then make fun of people who have meltdowns. Literally get the hell out of my sight
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skipppppy · 6 days
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“You shouldn’t self-ID as ADHD/autistic, you’re turning a very real mental condition into a trend” Ok then stop saying delulu. Stop speculating on which cluster C personality disorder the criminals you hear about on the news have. Stop saying “schizoposting” and “acoustic” and “is it restarted?” Stop using “psycopath” and “sociopath” as catch-all ways of calling someone a bad person. Stop saying “the intrusive thoughts won” when you bleach your hair and then turn your nose up at people who suffer from very real, very scary urges of physical/sexual violence. Stop saying “I’m so OCD” as a way of calling yourself neat. Stop treating BPD/ASPD/Bipolar as inherently abusive. Stop saying “OP I am living in your walls” without tagging for unreality. Stop diagnosing complete strangers you’ve never met on r/AITA with NPD.
You first. If you don’t want our disabilities to be treated like trends then stop belittling and minimising them. I’ll NEVER judge a person for trying find labels for their symptoms when an apathetic, racist, sexist, ableist healthcare system refuses to. But I will absolutely judge a hypocrite. Which a lot of you are
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