24/7 trickster mode

logarithmicpanda:

mirrorbird:

bitegore:

i made a character sheet. free to use as you wish, feel free to change whatever you want XD open source ass thing. spent all of ~maybe an hour on it.

Credit: the text in the insert-image box comes from this video, and the text for the top three lines (intense, complex, fruity) comes from this post. The actual image was made with the free NBOS character sheet creator, which is a sort of dated but free and solid text-layout sheet maker intended for ttrpg style character sheet creation.

this is GENUINELY one of the best character development sheets I’ve ever seen. Cuts right to the core of what you and your readers will glom onto, doesn’t waste time on details that don’t directly affect the narrative. Stupendous. Effervescent. Finally, some good fucking food

@drawnecromancy hey look, for your blorbos

butchhatred:

what-even-is-thiss:

sexygrammaticalerrors:

See, in the correct genre and the correct context these are all absolutely brilliant.

[ID: list titled “Really Bad Analogies Written by High School Students” reads:

“1. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.

2. He was as tall as a 6'3” tree.

3. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

4. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie. surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

5. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

6. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

7. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

8. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

9. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

10. She grew on him like she was a colony of E coil and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

11. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

12. The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.“ End of ID.]

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

i….found a rare shoegaze tape. legit. band does not exist online. tape is at least 20 years old. This is so Sam

rare tape.

ok ok….track for you from rare tape. ripped by me

I HAVE SOURCED MORE INFO!!!! from my friend who works at an nz audio archive and they HAVE THE TAPE THERE? COVER:

Final info ive put together after i have just looked over the insert notes (inside the other tape) sent to me by my friend:

This band had Steven Wells and Andrew Bain in it - they went on to be in a pretty popular NZ rock band called Fur Patrol from late 90s-2000s, so this is a precursor to that. in the notes they also thank Campbell Kneale, a prolific underground nz musician in bands like Birchville Cat Motel and Black Boned Angel. they also thank “Drinkwater”.

alright everyone. after 33k+ notes on an obscure 90s indie song from Aotearoa i gotta admit many want to hear the rest, & as i cant think of a better format to supply this, here’s the rest of the tape in this post. please let it stay here where it needs to be, don’t spread it like its yours. its not mine either!
i now present to you:
Clayflower - Still (1993, Aotearoa, Cassette, Shoegaze/Indie Rock)

beautiful and cool obscure music like this is everywhere if you just wanna look for it even for a few minutes. dont let yourself think someone has to come along and show it to you <3

post to find my own tags bc tumblr’s search system sure is a thing that exists

naurielrochnur:

emorawrites:

tell-the-stars-hello:

manyblinkinglights:

raginrayguns:

cptsdcarlosdevil:

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again but it is absolutely an example of civilizational inadequacy that only deaf people know ASL

“oh we shouldn’t teach children this language, it will only come in handy if they [checks notes] ever have to talk in a situation where it’s noisy or they need to be quiet”

My mom learned it because she figured she’ll go deaf when she gets old

My family went holiday SCUBA diving once, and a couple of Deaf guys were in the group. I was really little and I spent most of the briefing overcome with the realization that while the rest of us were going to have regulators in our mouths and be underwater fairly soon, they were going to be able to do all the same stuff and keep talking.

The only reason some form of sign language is not a standard skill is ableism, as far as I can tell.

For anyone interested in learning, Bill Vicars has full lessons of ASL on youtube that were used in my college level classes. 

https://www.youtube.com/user/billvicars

and here’s the link to the website he puts in his videos:

https://www.lifeprint.com/

Update: you guys this is an amazing resource for learning asl. Bill Vicars is an incredible teacher. His videos are of him teaching a student in a classroom, using the learned vocabulary to have conversations.

Not only is the conversation format immersive and helpful for learning the grammar, but the students make common mistakes which he corrects, mistakes I wouldn’t have otherwise know I was making.

He also emphasizes learning ASL in the way it’s actually used by the Deaf community and not the rigid structure that some ASL teachers impose in their classrooms

His lesson plans include learning about the Deaf community, which is an important aspect of learning ASL. Knowing how to communicate in ASL without the knowledge of the culture behind it leaves out a lot of nuances and explanations for the way ASL is.

Lastly, his lessons are just a lot of fun to watch. He is patient, entertaining, and funny. This good natured enthusiasm is contagious and learning feels like a privilege and not a chore

And it’s all FREE. Seriously. If you’ve ever wanted to learn ASL

majorgenerally:

askfordoodles:

owlinadayswork:

nitocrisss:

dankmemeuniversity:

dont get me wrong this is #mood but just try eating a piece of bread with salt. please, seriously. ok? at least a tiny bit. salt helps with nausea, bread calms the stomach acid. if you really can’t face eating anything, just lick some salt like a damn elk, then wait and see if you can manage the bread. make some broth if you’re into that kind of thing. no spices, yes salt. if you’re feeling too weak and shaky to do much, just have a cup of tea with sugar (energy) and lemon (again, good against nausea). nibble on the lemon first, it will feel good, but don’t overdo - citric acid on an empty stomach is a majorly bad idea. take care of yourself, you’re the only you we’ve got

“You’re the only you we’ve got”

“just lick some salt like a damn elk” is the new “touch grass”

Pretzels and crackers are bread with salt. Try those if you have any

sosayset:

seymour-butz-stuff:

c-ptsdrecovery:

educatedsavage:

probablyasocialecologist:

sisyphereantask:

sustainableseparatists:

rumade:

I’d divorce him too lmao

It’s never JUST about the tomatoes.

Basically!

Throughout the day, partners would make requests for connection, what Gottman calls “bids.” For example, say that the husband is a bird enthusiast and notices a goldfinch fly across the yard. He might say to his wife, “Look at that beautiful bird outside!” He’s not just commenting on the bird here: He’s requesting a response from his wife—a sign of interest or support—hoping they’ll connect, however momentarily, over the bird.

The wife now has a choice. She can respond by either “turning toward” or “turning away” from her husband, as Gottman puts it. Though the bird-bid might seem minor and silly, it can actually reveal a lot about the health of the relationship. The husband thought the bird was important enough to bring it up in conversation and the question is whether his wife recognizes and respects that.

These bidding interactions had profound effects on marital well-being. Couples who had divorced after a six-year follow-up had “turn-toward bids” 33 percent of the time. Only three in 10 of their bids for emotional connection were met with intimacy. The couples who were still together after six years had “turn-toward bids” 87 percent of the time. Nine times out of 10, they were meeting their partner’s emotional needs.

The Secret to Love Is Just Kindness

Those who showed genuine interest in their partner’s joys were more likely to be together.

The Atlantic

Damn, this made me think of all the “shouting into the void” social media posts everyone makes. Just bids for connection. From ANYONE.

I think that is ABSOLUTELY what a lot of that is. Our culture is very isolated (even BEFORE covid!), and we’re desperate to connect with others. I read an article one time that suggested that childcare workers stop saying that a child is “Just wants attention” and start saying that the child is “looking for connection.” We’re starved for it even from childhood.

When they are speaking about a passion, respond to children as if you would a tenured professor at a prestigious university, and to an adult as if you would a child free of the burdens of adulthood. 

Children are desperate to teach the wonders of the world that they know, that they have just learned, and share it with anyone interested.  Adults pour passion they didn’t know they had into voluntary obligations, and crave a simple acknowledgment of that passion as being worthy and valid. 

“Dear third grader, tell me exactly why you chose <x> as you third favorite carnivorous dinosaur instead of second, as specifically as possible.”

“Hey neighbor, your vegetable garden is absolutely gorgeous this year…and no I’m not just saying that because the tomatoes you gave me last year were absolute perfection.”

mossycloak:

mossycloak:

to each his own, but this is what I’ve collected from my time here, and what how I group them in my own mind. Starting with borrowers aka tinies.

there could probably be a second part between the tinies and mini-giants, but theres a huge gap between 12" tinies and 12’ minigiants. Maybe because they feel like “just people” but there are many species out there that can fill this void

minis are a class of their own, but they tend to fall close to these three. For instance, my boy Argon is 18 feet, but in my mind he still falls into the Biggish category rather than half-giant.

Aaaand the bigm bois! These are the most recognizable types. I feel like there should be a subcategory for 40 foot giants just because they feel different somehow? But I felt there wasn’t enough difference to picture them.

If you feel like it, you can add to this with your own perception of size classes!

i meant it only took me 30 minutes to make this but hey if this is what you guys like

halorocks1214:

Grian knocked on death’s door with that TNT Minecart. What happened if he really was five minutes later?

Grian’s problem is that he has an underlying soft spot for others, even though he tries not to.

They all rushed back to their home base immediately after the notification beeped on their communicators.

Grian blew up

There was no way. They already had a Red running around too quickly, they couldn’t have another-

The Southlands was perfectly intact. Everything from its walls to their towers showed no sign of being exploded, which was a brief relief on their racing hearts. But as they searched the area, the lack of any sign of Grian made up for it.

“GUYS!” Jimmy called out from above them. His voice was definitely coming from Grian’s tower, and without hesitation, they took turns up the ladder to see why he felt the need to tell them to come inside.

They all crowded around Jimmy and stood over Grian’s bed. Once they realized what they were looking at, gasps of varying emotions filled the air. Impulse even whispered out a broken “No.”

A lone spyglass laid on top of the covers along with one diamond. It was a payment of sorts. Maybe even an apology.

Grian left. Left them once he realized what he thought he had become.

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