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fesenmoon · 1 year
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no fucking way
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anonymouspuzzler · 9 days
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What were your favorite scares playing Shipwrecked 64?
the menu ghost, the Confused ending and the layer one Giovanni video jumpscare all fucking Hit every time man holy hell. I think there's one moment later in the game that's my Favorite favorite but given my beloved friends haven't hit it yet I'll keep it under my very small hat for now
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worstloki · 14 days
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HYDRA kidnaps Loki but all the goons look up to him and think he’s the coolest guy and keep kissing up to him because they really really want him to join their ranks
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sheryl-lee · 3 months
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hey. turns out i likely have idiopathic condylar resorption, a degenerative joint disease that causes progressive/rapid bone loss in the jaw. i've had it since i was a kid but went undiagnosed for over a decade; my severe functional issues, pain, and other symptoms were repeatedly dismissed by doctors for years. my mandibular condyles have deteriorated, my jaw is slowly shrinking to the point where i look unrecognizable, and none of my teeth touch anymore. the pain is increasing more and more by the day. it's extremely difficult to breathe, eat, talk, sleep, and exist.
this is a progressive condition, so nothing will stop it or slow it down until the joints have been completely eaten away. my only option is a total temporomandibular joint replacement, where the two diseased joints that literally hold my face together are removed and permanently replaced with metal prostheses. aka a major surgery with a 6-12 month recovery 😃
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adhdandcomics · 11 months
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adding to my tags because i’ve been thinkin a lot about the post i just reblogged and have more thoughts:
i’ll be real, the more i saw ‘hey adhd influencers are so annoying’ the more i worried that i was unconsciously contributing to the spreading reputation of adhd folks as annoying and over-pathologizing every symptom they experience
and then i realized. i am not a goddam influencer or life coach or representative. obviously i have some obligation as someone who cares about myself and the people that like my comics to not spread harmful ideology or blatant misinformation but i never intended myself to be a “’increase your productivity!!’ blog OR a ‘if you have XYZ you have adhd!’ blog. and i do this for fun, and originally started this blog bc i had a lot of internalized shame and self loathing about my adhd and thought if i could make it funny i might have less of that. let’s get real! and it worked!
i’ve obviously done this kind of thing— (hey these symptoms might be adhd!) a lot before in my life & on this blog, but there’s more to it than trying to be an “influencer” or whatever. a term that didn’t even exist when i started this blog!
i felt very isolated trying to find out if i had any mental problems & what have you originally because of large advice (etc) blogs with staunchly anti self Dx views at the time
so i overcorrected when i DID get dxed and tried to validate everyone who was like me. and of course. not the best course of action always for the ol mental health. tried to be the source of positivity and jokes that i didn’t see because the online adhd presence was near non-existent.
and anyway. i make a lot of fun of myself & the way m brain works in my comics obviously but it is not my obligation to... how do you say.... not be annoying online.
because if folks interpret MY little jokes as a strict guide to diagnosis. that’s on them, really, not me. i also believe “making adhd your entire personality” is a non-issue. so what if people find out they have it and get over excited with identifying as adhd. saying this as someone who DID do it. criticism of this gives the same vibes as people being annoyed that young queers make “being queer” their whole personality. im very obviously more than a guy with adhd, and id reckon other adhd comic artists are too. (im friends with a lot of them!) it’s fine to post about it online.
anyway. i just don’t take myself too seriously and i’m a comic artist for myself first! and you know what, i’ve been considered annoying my entire life. what do i care if a few more folks think i’m annoying. neurotypical or not
#i think the article did have some good points especially on the capitalism and marketing angle but i oft think it did venture into#being mad at individual folks who post jokes about adhd. which is literally fine thats what an opinion piece is for lol#i am just very tired of people pretending that a lot of reaction to online adhders is not in itself just an extension of the ableism#we already were facing#'adhd people are so annoying everyone does this youre pathologizing everything' ok and how exactly are you helping.#i hesitate to throw my hat in with hating on adhd tiktok because i am simply not on tiktok and have no way to back up my thoughts#that they may be annoying and oversimplifying a complex disorder on the 'drains your attention span' website.#and i think perhaps the value of each adhd resource varies widely depending on who made it and what theyre even posting.#sometimes its a joke made by a person with adhd. sometimes its sourced and cited research. sometimes its someone discussing their personal#experiences in depth. sometimes its someone talking completely out of their ass. sometimes its THINLY veiled ableism.#its up to the individual to research and determine the value of the memes and resources you seek#anyway. perhaps these points are tough to clarify on sites like insta and twitter. bless.#text#adhd#im punk now#oh and yeah i also agree lots of folks do not talk about the unsavory parts of adhd but rather the funnies and the sillies. but that is#once again a larger capitalism and marketing and ableism problem#r we not talking about them because we are actively trying to infantalize this disorder or is it because we collectively experience a lot#of internalized ableism and hesitate to talk about our worst symptoms for fear of the backlash#weve always gotten about them 🤔🤔🤔#much to consider#if youve read this far sorry for tangent number 56 about this. but also start being more unapologetic about your disorders. fuck it!#<3
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skitskatdacat63 · 17 days
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I have a problem.
Further evidence:
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whiteshipnightjar · 1 year
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The Air Again
by Joanna Newsom
June of ‘78 who are you, so arrayed on the banks of Lake Adair. Pale lacuna agape and like the moon in the lake you are not there, my poor canary.
At uncertain behest Maggie blown to the west in a shimmering dust of gold with her pale yellow hair they would call her ‘canary’. And I loved my Maggie so, and that is all you need to know.
But women here ain’t ever glad, not even Emma Nevada, coming back to share her wedding cake. Women here ain’t ever free (and Emma never left) we never leave, we never last we never ask we never stake a claim or complain or take.
Not till I made a play for a parcel that lay on the Amador county line. Had a notion that I’d find employ by-and-by at the Lonesome Willow Mine but they don’t enlist my kind. In the meantime, set to prospecting where I was able and laying my Maggie a table. And when it was warm we would pan, when it stormed play Fan-Tan, and when it was cold they’d come sniffin’ with gold in their hands. 
On and on and again on and on and again, you do what you can.
Take an eighth of an ounce in allowance for the dance, only a dance, if you’re alone and abandoned and cast aside. You know, the pastor tried in vain to ask her hand, even him, everybody did.
And I had a plan but I had to sign away my mine and the deed left us free to scrape and bleed and go to seed and never marry not canary canary canary canary canary canary canary canary canary canary.
In the spring of that year when the tinker was here, gals would hire him to mend their tin. I heard ‘em swarm from afar like a storm in a jar, like a choir of cherubim, singing *him, hymn, hymns.
Whispering, ‘Maggie had gone must’ve skipped with someone’, sounded wrong though it did seem fair.
April turned into May and I looked every day for you, Maggie, ‘til I heard they found a whore with the golden hair on the shores of Lake Adair. On the sluice she was spread loose and languid and dead from the kindness that she had shown. Still she told me her tale lifting veil after veil to expose a grin a-honed, my yellow rose in the lode a-blown.
And though I long to believe as I muddied my sleeve, and I studied the wiccan hap, and I want to revive, she was never alive. But by the grace and the whim, and the wheel, and again, and the wickedness of men.
But what to do then? I hauled myself up from the shore and I called at the door of the foreman. I told him and he laughed.
So, alas, there was savagery there. Left a hole in his heart you could roll a cabbage in ‘A cabbage?!‘ “Oh, no no, just a little one, Maggie, just a little one.”
On and on and again ‘til they saw what I am and I am never done, I am never done.
Went inside for the light, got a paper and a pen, where to begin? Do you sue for the rights? Root* for the strike? Through the alluvium to where it heeds *for I’m putting my own ruin ‘til the end to lure o’er the deed. A noose on a live oak tree bent toward the saloon tent and meant for me and Maggie.
And though it wasn’t him, it could’ve been him, or anyone who had done what I know so many men intended when they came to win. 
So arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant. 
Held a cloth to my hands taking stock of my plans, well, there was something I had to make right. I took his old buggy whip and I lowered a skip in the glow of the sodium lights with a load of dynamite.
Maggie said, “I am here.” And with a touch on the ear, “After thirty years down in the mine, help me lead out the mules help me free the poor fools, let them see for the very first time they were blind, blind, blind.”
Then we rode through the rift and we beckoned to moon reflectin’ and she opened her neck like a stream. I saw the Father appear, heard her sob in my ear like a mob of cherubim, howling “him, him. It was him. It was him.”
So I threw a charge down the shaft in the cart with the pastor who spat and evangelized. He was the last and the worst — canary always goes first — to sing where the waters rise, hear her sing – go on now, Maggie –
On and on, on and on, on and on, and again and on and on on and on and again on and on and again.
Then a knock on the wall and a knock and we all fall in and down and in, and down and in and we pass away. But we pass only the baton man to man, and so they return. Pull the pumps, fill the sumps, for they’re takin’ something; they will never learn, they will never learn. And even if the churn drill and the stamp mill and the Pelton wheel, and the smoking furnace all a-burning, overturning, learning she will never breathe the air again air again air again air again air again air again air again air again air.
Like a screech of a flare, or like they’re reaching for air beneath the smothering eiderdown. Veins of gold, still outstretched in a silent arrest for miles and miles abound.
And if I’m underground let me join in that line, let me toil in that mine, let me find what is hiding there, let me dig where I durst, let me drink when I thirst and let me breathe the peril air.
And breathe for my canary, and breathe. Let me breathe. Let me breathe for my canary, breathe for my canary canary canary, breathe for my — canary always goes first — breathe for my canary canary canary canary, breathe for my — canary always goes first — breathe for my canary canary canary canary canary canary, breathe for my — canary always goes first — breathe for my canary canary canary canary canary canary canary canary.
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menelaiad · 1 year
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Achilles and Odysseus in Homer voice in no uncertain terms their desire to embrace the departed. The Greeks described this type of unrequited yearning with the term pothos. On the one hand, such pothos for the departed, and more specifically for their touch, offered a path towards remembrance by strengthening empathetic engagement with the memorials, engaging multiple senses, and rehearsing the memory of the dead. On the other hand, it offered little comfort, but instead drew attention to the very absence of the deceased. Pothos for the dead was relentless.
i am Unwell
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dollsuguru · 3 months
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when y’all do dialogue do you just base line write the quotes and THEN later on add extra info? 🤔 also damn how do people Overall write their paragraphs so well
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elerondo · 4 months
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At the end of the third age, if Elrond sails .... between Gil-galad and Maedhros, who do you think he reaches for first ....
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amphiptere-art · 6 months
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Okay. Zip is still hard. I want to give him pizzazz. Much like hum and Xolo. The only problem is that the depictions of the gods that are related to crocodiles are not that fun.
zipacna depictions and their brother cabrakan are very hard to find references for. And I don't mean references entirely. I mean proper historic depictions. A lot of them are worn. Many of them are pencil sketches of the stones of the twin heroes story. Although it is really hard to differentiate which brother is who. cabrakan has a lot more media representation but that is creatively free. Sorry don't wish to use those depictions as reference. So I'm stuck with this one media depiction that is so lackluster it barely gives any detail, and a bunch of pencil sketches of stones that I cannot tell who or what God is in them.
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In a wishful chance I looked at the other God that was a runner-up for Zip's name. Cipactli. They have a lot more representation due to their story being Aztec and therefore more fresh in the history books. Unfortunately much like the Earth Brothers their depictions are simplistic. They have a little bit more color, again due to having a pressure depiction in the timeline of history. But it's not much more than a spiky red crocodile. There isn't any fantasmic interesting features. Just crocodile with skirt and necklace. Cipactli of course having teeth everywhere.
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I am at a loss of how to give Zip an intriguing design. I could look at general Aztec and Mayan clothing but that feels lackluster. There are of course other gods I could take from. There is of course Quetzalcoatl. God of arts and crafts and a bunch of other things due to how ancient they are. Attempting to look up gods that relate to lizards is testy. For some reason there's a coyote trickster god That keeps popping up. Some sort of creation deity that also pops up and only has one lizard depiction. There's a lot about a day that they worship lizards but no god associated. There is not a lot of interesting depictions when it comes to reptiles unfortunately unless it is the flying serpent.
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taexual · 6 months
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bruh, i am apply for MSc in Criminology and Criminal Justice and have got some offers too. if you don't mind sharing, why did you hate taking criminology?
it just wasn't for me! it's an underdeveloped discipline in my country, so no one really knows what a "criminologist" is, and i don't care enough to prove myself. i'd rather do something else anyway
but if it's something you have a genuine interest in, then by all means, do pursue it! it's tough, but if you have motivation, you can absolutely excel in this field 💜
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maligncntchain · 3 months
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@researcher-larch asked:
Deo looks down at the small creature. It squints it's eyes. "Your vibes are atrocious small thing."
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To say Pecharunt was afraid was an understatement. Whatever this thing was, it had a killer aura of something out of this world. He couldn't quite measure whatever he was facing, and that made it all the more terrifying. In a way, it reminded him of the ogre.
And still, even cooped up in his shell, he had the gall to talk back. "Says you!" He whimpered; "What do you even know about vibes!" And promptly, attempted to escape; hovering away, hopefully safe in his Pecha confines!
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elemonsters · 6 months
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I think an Aero and Nova type could be cool (if suggestions are still open!)
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This one was a challenge but! Meet Runigrif! A Nova/Aero Elemon that resides in the highland plains and edges of the desert. It doesn't care about humans nor dislikes them, and can often be found working alongside handlers as a scout, due to their incredible aerial prowess and excellent eyes. Being Nova type, they are able to see beyond what is normally visible, and have what some consider past vision - being able to see into the near past to help track down prey, or in the case of scouting cases, lost hikers.
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oakhammocks · 7 months
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thinking abt quitting my job and completely restarting my career. I'm b/t wildlife biologist and librarian rn
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