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Gonna pin this one and start adding links and updates.

Superhero insurance part 2

Are fedoras really that bad? (3M notes babey)

Ah here we go: my personal credo.

"We're the Doctors without Borders and we're here to help"

"Hello, adventurer..."

Todd the demon grandson LINK!

Life hack list 101, and moving out

Basic stretches for body function (and the website with more)

Be careful with your humans (space orcs)

USA National suicide hotline is 988 now (June 15 2022)

Thyme and the witch that raised her

My humble contribution to Thyme and the witch that raised her: the Golem Prince

Link list of coping and feeding yourself when you've got chronic illnesses

Links list for a post-Roe america (a beginning)

I'd like to teach the world to sing....

Many cases of the world singing together!

Someone in facebook also posted this too

Omg

Mediglyphics

This shit’s infuriating

Oh, this is a type of shorthand!

There are 3 main types, but from my research, this looks to be American Gregg Shorthand.

As you can see, there are set symbols for every letter.

Let’s break one of the words down:

Using the Gregg Alphabet as reference, we can see most of the letters in “atrophied” are present. But why no “o” vowel, and why is “ph” written as “f”?

Simple. In shorthand, you cut out all vowels in a word when writing it down, with the exception of words that BEGIN or END with a vowel (hence the “a” at the start being present), or like in the “i” in “atrophied”, to make it more readable when the sound could be harder to distinguish if it isn’t written. In “atrophied” if the the “i” isn’t written, it could be hard to tell if the writer meant a “fud”, “fad”, “fod” or “fid” sound, for example.

Also, since Shorthand is a phonetic writing system, you are encouraged to write down the phonetic sounds of words rather than the actual letter blends - in this case, write an “f” instead of a “ph”.

So in actuality, these aren’t just meaningless scribbles - it’s Gregg Shorthand, a writing system developed to take down notes more quickly than when written out in full, which is very useful in a medical or journalistic environment.

Some people can even write over 100 words in a minute! And, it’s been in use since John Robert Gregg invented it in 1888! Wow! So old!

Isn’t language amazing~?

my head is in my hands doctors don’t have awful writing they have a pecking codex

@gluten-free-pussy

#if my paramedic saved me from a four car pile up and she was dressed like that I'd fucking tip her#what a queen

Largeclasper cicada, Carineta diardi, Cicadidae

Found in Brazil and Paraguay. Photos 1-7 show normal coloration while 8-10 show coloration immediately after emerging.

Photo 1 by deniszabin, 2 by ricardomoyano, 3-4 by carlosalexandreraposo, 5 by rodrigo_m_ferronato, 6 by carlossch, 7 by joaopaulorosa, 8-9 by gabyfachinelli, and 10 by cbernz

listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.

reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.

i am looking into your eyes, i am holding your hand. i absolutely promise.

if you can just live long enough, your soul will build your body into a home. you will live there and you will find a way to be at peace. it’s worth the time and it’s worth the work. i promise.

Your soul will build your body into a home.

I do have a piece of writing advice, actually.

See, the first time I grew parsnips, I fucked it up good. I hadn't seen parsnips sprouting before, right, and in my eagerness I was keeping a close eye on the row. And every time I saw some intruding grass coming up, I twitched it right out, and went back to anticipating the germination of my parsnips.

But it turns out parsnips take a bit longer than anything else I'd ever grown to distinguish themselves visually. It's just the two little split leaves, almost identical to a newly seeded bit of kentucky bluegrass when they first come up, and they take a good bit to establish themselves and spread out flat before the main stem with its first distinctive scallopy leaf gets going.

I didn't get any parsnips, not that year, because I'd weeded them all out as soon as they showed their faces, with my 'ugh no that's grass' twitchy horticulture finger.

The next year, having in retrospect come to suspect what had happened, I left the row alone and didn't weed anything until all the sprouts coming up had all had a bit to set in and show their colors, and I've grown lots of parsnips since. They're kind of a slow crop, not a huge return, but I like them and watching them grow and digging them up, and their papery little seeds in the second year, if you don't harvest one either on purpose or because you misjudged the frost, so it's worth it.

Anyway, whenever I see someone stuck and struggling with their writing who's gotten into that frustration loop of typing a few words, rejecting them, backspacing, and starting again, I find myself thinking, you gotta stop weeding your parsnips, man.

reading this post be like

getting back into drawing a silly zombie :9

listen i know each actor brings their own spice to a role, but i just can’t take timothee chalamet’s wonka seriously 

where is the madness behind his eyes??? the malice??? the complete disregard for the laws of mankind and decency???

this man makes me fear that i’ll be shoved into a taffy machine at the slightest provocation 

as! he! should!

I’m not gonna let this gem of a tag on this post go unnoticed.

Research has shown that pleasure affects nutrient absorption. In a 1970s study of Swedish and Thai women, it was found that when the Thai women were eating their own (preferred) cuisine, they absorbed about 50% more iron from the meal than they did from eating the unfamiliar Swedish food. And the same was true in the reverse for the Swedish women. When both groups were split internally and one group given a paste made from the exact same meal and the other was given the meal itself, those eating the paste absorbed 70% less iron than those eating the food in its normal state.

Pleasure affects our metabolic pathways; it’s a facet of the complex gut-brain connection. If you’re eating foods you don’t like because you think it’s healthy, it’s not actually doing your body much good (it’s also unsustainable, we’re pleasure-seeking creatures). Eat food you enjoy, it’s a win-win.

what

no seriously

what?

PLEASURE IS A NECESSARY PART OF HUMAN HEALTH, BOTH PSYCHOLOGICALLY AND PHYSICALLY

this is why you should be eating your chips with salsa and guac instead of beating yourself up for not eating a salad with tomato and avocado (unless you are a salad bitch like me then enjoy both of them!)

here’s a recent systemic review of all the research done on the subject

nothing unsettles me more than like a good fic on ao3 with no opening notes and no end notes. nothing but story. who are you? where are you writing from. are you ok. who hurt you

#i click onto the author’s dashboard and open all their other fics looking for notes on them#they are all similarly blank#i go to the author profile. it tells me the author joined in 2014 and nothing else#they have no bookmarks. they have one gift and it’s a bts fic from orphan_account. none of their own fics are bts fics.#this fic has altered me. i leave an unhinged comment then bookmark it and go stare out the window // via @elegantlyloquacious

for the love of god unmute

Muted it took me 6 seconds to figure out what was going on. Unmuted I had tears in my eyes 3 seconds in

my brother started calling our cat "doobie brother" which he then lengthened to "dubious brother" and has since morphed into "brother dubious" like he's some sort of fucked up little monk

brother dubious

"My liege, I'm afraid I have reason to believe your concubine plots against you. Worry not, your eminence, you can still trust me, of course..."

Pumpkin garden

If these all fell on you…. you… you’d….. get squashed……….

I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.

Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.

pov: you’ve been transported to the 17th century

#in the article it says that the sailboat sailors were concerned because they could not be towed quickly because of the kind of boat#so they asked Götheborg what type of ship they were and warned that they would not be able to go above a certain speed#and götheborg went ' we are also a sailboat. 50 meters length. no worries :) '#and the poor sailboat sailors were just like ' That's not possible. they have to be messing with us' and then the ship Rolled Up (via bunjywunjy)

I'm crying. Here's a photo of a sailor from the Götheborg watching over the little sailboat in tow:

From the story:

"Our destinies were linked for very long hours" is just knocking me out.

top surgery recovery has given me a lot of time to think, which is both epic and not. Been thinking a lot about past selves, past experiences, and how they all led up to me being the person I am today. I dont like the “I was born in the wrong body” rhetoric because I think it removes the agency for trans people to self-determination of our identities, nor do I like trans identities to be reduced to our bodies. I was that little girl, and I am not ashamed of her, nor was she ever my enemy. We do not have to reject our past selves to validated in our current selves, and I will continue to cherish the little girl in my head because she helped me become the person I am now <3

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[image description: a seven panel, monochromatic comic by user @mueritos.

panel 1: there is a little girl sitting on a garden box next to the trunk of a tree with her legs outstretched.  She has straight hair that comes down past her shoulders. She is wearing a short sleeve t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers and is staring contemplatively at her bandaged/scraped up knees.  There are three smaller trees that can be seen in the background and beyond that is a fence and houses of the neighborhood beyond.  There is text in the top left corner.

The text states: I think about meeting her.  The person I was.

Panel 2:  The camera angle shifts and there is suddenly a taller, older, male presenting being.  He’s wearing glasses, a necklace, a black muscle tank, ripped jeans, and has long wavy hair, which is similar in length to the little girl’s.  The text for this panel is in the upper right corner, demonstrating that the words are the male’s thoughts or that the male is the narrator of the comic.  The little girl abruptly notices the male, emphasizing the fact that he seems to have appeared from nowhere.

The text states: I think of sitting with her, right by Mommy’s jardin, in our childhood house.  (sidenote, based on google translate, jardin is the french word for garden)

Panel 3: All that can really be seen is a close up of the little girl’s face.  She looks a little apprehensive as she looks up towards where the male is projected to be.

The right half of the panel says: Will she not recognize me due to the changes?

My voice, my body, my hair…

a person her own mother did not anticipate…

Panel 4: The viewer sees a parallel of the previous panel, except now we see the male being, looking just as apprehensively down at the little girl that is looking at him the same way.

The right half of the panel says: I think she always knew that she was temporary…

Then again, 7 year olds don’t dwell that much.  She was just happy to be…

Panel 5: the viewer is now behind the two, seeing that they are talking to one another.  The text surrounding them displays their conversation.

The text says:  "Sorry I tried to kill you in my head", I’d say.

“That’s okay”, she’d probably reply with.

“I loved being you.  Just a lil’ girl playing in the dirt.  I loved it.”

“Me too.”

Panel 6: We see a close up of the male.  Based on the narration, he seems to be holding a series of pictures, shuffling through them and reminiscing.

He narrates: “I used to hate looking at pictures of you.”

“But now, I’m just grateful to have been you, and to be looking at you as me.”

Panel 7: The little girl and the male are smiling at each other.

The text that ends our story says: Greatful (Grateful) to be me.

end image description]

I can’t stop thinking about that one Mr. Lovenstein comic

Dog Isekai.

Dog saves their owner from getting run over by a truck, but gets struck in the process. Ends up getting sent to a world where no one has ever seen a dog. They go on befriending adventurers and saving the day by being a good dog. Is always trying to find the way home.