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Nazi Richard Spencer getting punched in the face by an #antifa hero. #J20 #DisruptJ20

NSFW Tumblr users who haven’t been terminated after December 17th:

Have I told y’all about my husband’s Fork Theory?  If I did already, pretend I didn’t, I’m an old.

So the Spoon Theory is a fundamental metaphor used often in the chronic pain/chronic illness communities to explain to non-spoonies why life is harder for them. It’s super useful and we use that all the time. But it has a corollary.  You know the phrase, “Stick a fork in me, I’m done,” right? Well, Fork Theory is that one has a Fork Limit, that is, you can probably cope okay with one fork stuck in you, maybe two or three, but at some point you will lose your shit if one more fork happens.  A fork could range from being hungry or having to pee to getting a new bill or a new diagnosis of illness. There are lots of different sizes of forks, and volume vs. quantity means that the fork limit is not absolute. I might be able to deal with 20 tiny little escargot fork annoyances, such as a hangnail or slightly suboptimal pants, but not even one “you poked my trigger on purpose because you think it’s fun to see me melt down” pitchfork.

This is super relevant for neurodivergent folk. Like, you might be able to deal with your feet being cold or a tag, but not both. Hubby describes the situation as “It may seem weird that I just get up and leave the conversation to go to the bathroom, but you just dumped a new financial burden on me and I already had to pee, and going to the bathroom is the fork I can get rid of the fastest.”

I like this and also I like the low key point that you may be able to cope with bigger forks by finding little ones you can remove quickly. A combination of time, focus, and reduction to small stressors that can allow you to focus on the larger stressor in a constructive way.

Well, it was good knowing you all…

Nigga I’m dead

Broooo

This is hilarious BRAVO 

@sadisticwayz

im CRYINGGGGGGG

I hope that this won’t be my last post here, since there will be a disaster here tomorrow if you know what I mean.

I even made a new tumblr account that’s still empty, it’s username: niebula. I’ll be moving there just in case earthphantom gets blasted for nothing. Saljsnfjladk.

It’s random but, it would be nice if I owned that earth swing chair with earth inner core as the seat color, like in the pic ☺️

Ig: earthphantom | twitter: halogenschein

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Just remember, these are elected officials and our tax dollars are being used for this.

This is what its like serving people. People want straight answers to questions they fundamentally don’t understand. They don’t even understand the language you use. There is a very definite answer to what ‘wifi’ is, but a lot of oldies have their own understanding which is seperate from fact, but they believe to be fact. So when you try to explain it to them it gets to a point where they not only don’t understand it, but they don’t want to understand it. 

These people here, its not that they don’t understand the tech at hand. Its that they simply don’t want to. And so they never will. 

* THE FINAL SONG.

* 12/17/2018 ON THAT DAY, EVERYTHING CHANGED FOREVER. * THEY CAN TRY TO SILENCE US, BUT WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE THE MEMORIES.

if for some reason you think this is a serious post, i recommend you pee your pants

fingers in his ass sunday

you know what day it is

addicted to fingers in his ass sunday

see you on the other side, you true heroes

Last time… I love y'all

Chance of a lifetime for an epic trick

The passenger steamer SS Warrimoo was quietly knifing its way through the waters of the mid-Pacific on its way from Vancouver to Australia. The navigator had just finished working out a star fix and brought Captain John DS. Phillips, the result. The Warrimoo’s position was LAT 0º 31’ N and LONG 179 30’ W. The date was 31 December 1899.

“Know what this means?” First Mate Payton broke in, “We’re only a few miles from the intersection of the Equator and the International Date Line”. Captain Phillips was prankish enough to take full advantage of the opportunity for achieving the navigational freak of a lifetime.

He called his navigators to the bridge to check & double check the ship’s position. He changed course slightly so as to bear directly on his mark. Then he adjusted the engine speed.

The calm weather & clear night worked in his favor. At mid-night the SS Warrimoo lay on the Equator at exactly the point where it crossed the International Date Line! The consequences of this bizarre position were many:

The forward part (bow) of the ship was in the Southern Hemisphere & in the middle of summer.

The rear (stern) was in the Northern Hemisphere & in the middle of winter.

The date in the aft part of the ship was 31 December 1899.

In the bow (forward) part it was 1 January 1900.

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This ship was therefore not only in:

Two different days,

Two different months,

Two different years,

Two different seasons

But in two different centuries - all at the same time!

if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

It Works the money is on its way!

Need this.

Of course

It worked tho

I just won $500 off a scratch Ticket lottery.

ENERGY

hell yes

This show wow.

https://www.democracynow.org/2018/12/13/you_are_stealing_our_future_greta

In the midst of all the purging panic, I was alerted to a very important issue. It was a very real possibility that @spockslash, the blog of our late fandom grandma would be lost to us forever. So I archived the blog, every post. As it was today (12/3/18).

You can find the archive page here.

Thank you for this, @not-freyja

Love from “Fandom Grandma” Dee’s children