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This, but a ceiling fan, and I’m still holding up the girls but also have my lady bits available for maximum cooling.

me in this heatwave

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Let’s not forget the extra step of finding the album art so it looked pretty on your iPod touch as you scrolled through all the albums you “owned”.

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Me: I’m pretty sure this is the hottest thing I’ve ever s... HOLY CUTENESS A KITTEN OH KITTY KITTEN SO FUCKING HOT I’M DEAD

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Credit: James Trevino

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I just saw this and I might die. I don’t care if it takes me 20 years I will finish this.

2019 Ian Malcolm’s Heaving Bosom Stitchalong

Fry here.  Happy Holidays! Have a present! 

I made this pattern so long ago, and I feel the need to actually complete it, to be a person to actually complete something epic and full coverage. I’ve vowed to do just that, starting mid-January— January 16th. 

He’s HUGE. Guys. But I really want to work on completing him, and if you all want to make 2019 a great year by completing this literal masterpiece of meme culture with me-

You can grab the pattern here.

The good Doctor is 299 x 167  stitches. On 18-count fabric  (my fabric of choice) he will be stitched in an area roughly 17 x 9 ¼ inches. Adding 3-ish inches to either side of the fabric means you need a piece approximately 23 x 16 inches. 

As for DMC, you will require (I estimated this based on stitch count, so if I’ve got it wrong, I’ve gotten it wrong for everybody.)-

The mid-January start date should give anyone who wants to join in ample time to get the supplies and not force anyone to rush out during the hectic holidays to get thread and cloth. 

I’ll make another post about it on the start date, but the first legitimate, progress based check-in will be mid-February.

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Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

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* A post all, and only, about shredded wheat

Things I’ve seen flagged as NSFW by Tumblr’s shitty algorithm:

Persona Fanart

Duck Tales comic

Pictures of a black man smiling

Stock photos with Slenderman comically photoshopped into the background

A sketch of Garfield the cat

Stained Glass concept art

Fanart of Jesse, James, and Meowth dressed up as Team Skull

That video of the fawn being unable to stand on wooden floors

A picture of a Bowser Jr. plushie sitting on a couch 

TAZ fanart with the characters sitting on the beach

TUMBLR’S OWN ANNOUNCEMENT POST

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I saw this and thought, “Wow, that looks like the Walnut Street bridge, what a coincidence,” and then I scrolled down to see that it actually was.

This bridge is special here in Harrisburg. It was built way back in 1890 and is the oldest remaining of the eleven bridges that cross the Susquehanna river in greater Harrisburg. There is a sidewalk in addition to the open metalwork that makes up the bulk of the bridge, and there’s nothing quite as satisfying as riding across the surface on a bike. In spite of all of these facts, nothing is as interesting to any of us here as what happened nearly twenty-three years ago in January 1996.

Flooding is nothing new to us in Harrisburg. We’ve seen some pretty crazy and devastating shit happen here over the past couple of centuries. But that January was different. I was in seventh grade, and as a seventh grader there’s not much that’s better than getting days off of school. If I remember correctly, we had just over a week of days off because of how much snow was dumped on us during a crazy blizzard, followed not long after by a decent ice storm. My dad was out of town on business, much to the dismay of mine and my mother’s backs, and we spent almost all of our time trapped in the house putting together a really awesome Buried Blueprints cat puzzle (this series of puzzles is AMAZING) and reading.

It’s not hard to figure out what happened next if you’ve ever lived near a river. Precipitation falls, drains to creeks and streams, then onto the rivers before heading towards the ocean. Three feet of snow has to go somewhere. In this case, the Susquehanna had mostly frozen over, and the surface was a mass of ice floes. As the water levels rose, so did the ice. Most of the bridges were strong enough to handle the onslaught of the ice (you could hear it crunching as it hit the supports, it was kind of eerie, always is), but the Walnut Street bridge was not so lucky.

The ice floes built up so much strength that it completely destroyed three supports worth of the bridge. In a stroke of insanely dumb luck (for 1996, video cameras weren’t exactly in massive supply), someone had been filming when the ice hit the bridge and the video of the bridge being ripped off its supports and then continuing downriver before getting swallowed by the Market Street bridge is simply amazing to watch.

The video, of course, made its way to the local news media, and when the story aired that evening, it was absolutely riveting to watch, even as a dumb thirteen-year-old kid that hated most everything. I’m literally tearing up as I’m writing this paragraph because I can remember that feeling of seeing the bridge I had walked across countless times in my life up to that point destroyed in three short minutes.

Even now at thirty-five, it is single-handedly the craziest thing I have ever seen weather be responsible for, and I’ve seen some shit.

And because nothing speaks better than images, here’s the video.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

photo via beatrice

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My favorite example of this is the scene between Data and Dr. Pulaski on Next Gen. She keeps calling him Dah-tuh instead of Day-tuh and doesn’t think it matters and he calls her out on it. “One is my name, the other is not.” Funny how we had this concept down in 1988/89 but can’t seem to grasp it now.

https://youtu.be/nqwx2XFb1fQ

You’re able to call your parents “Mom” and “Dad”. They were not born with those names.

You’re able to call your teachers “Mr” or “Mrs” and their last name. You’d get in trouble if you addressed them by first name.

You’re able to call a celebrity by their chosen stage name.

You’re able to call your friends a shortened version of their name, their middle name instead of their first, or a completely random nickname.

You’re able to call a married woman by her husband’s last name, even though she was not born with that last name.

But when someone’s transgender, how does calling them by a name they were not born with somehow become a hassle?

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Sledgehammer - Peter Gabriel

Come on - play along

1. Let’s Go Crazy - Prince

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Absolutely stunning! Which pattern did you use? My brain wants to say Evenstar, but that’s probably because it’s on my mind after that Jeopardy! episode.

Good news! I finished a pi shawl after ten months of knitting off and on! It starts lime green in the center and fades out into blue along the circumference. I can't stop touching it now that it's all blocked and drapey.

Wow this sounds beautiful! Way to go!

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I agree!

I made a thing.  Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

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I remember having a three month stretch of nighttime panic attacks about two years ago. It was hell, absolute unrelenting hell. I couldn't figure out what the driver was at first, but it quickly developed to feeding itself.

Do you know what it's like to be afraid to sleep? It's torture at its finest. I did everything I could to help myself return to a healthy sleep cycle. I didn't take naps, I stopped using blue-light tech, no caffeine after noon, no alcohol, and I tried to meditate each night. I even asked my husband if we could fall asleep to something other than our standard Family Guy because I was convinced I was starting to see it as a starting point by association. And you know what? None of this helped, not even a little.

My husband likes to tell me I'm a champion for making it through nights like these, when in fact it's he that is the true champion. He was right there by my side, helping in whatever way he could. On the nights when I would cry endlessly and wish that I could just die already, he was there with a gentle touch or kind word to help me through and remind me that it would pass (a thing that you have no concept of when attacks happen). He was never, ever judgmental, he just wanted to see me whole again. I wish I could share that comfort with everyone who has completely unsupportive people in their lives.

Then, it stopped as suddenly as it had started. I don't know how and I don't know why, it just did. I've never been the same since. Each day has a bit of dread lingering in the background. Each time I wake up with insomnia, I fear the panic attacks waiting in the wings for their chance to shine. Right now it's just shy of 4:30am, and though I've been up for about an hour, my brain is on overdrive and I'm wondering if it's going to turn into something far worse.

All of this is to say that each person's experiences are their own. What I've put down into text isn't even the tip of the proverbial iceberg. This is almost like taking an R rated flick and turning into a G rated one. But I realize that the only way that we humans can help each other is by sharing our experiences so we know we are not alone. It doesn't sound like much, but it is so comforting to know you're not the only one.

My heart aches for each and every one of you. I spend a lot of time wishing these feelings and experiences could disappear not just for myself, but for all of us. I want us all to be unafraid of sleep. I want us to wake up in the middle of the night only to roll over or rearrange ourselves and go right back to sleep. For now, all I can be is the non judgmental person in your life telling you you'll make it through, even in the moments when that seems impossible. I love each and every one of you and I'm here for you.

Wil, if you see this, I hope for all of the best for you and I hope you can break away from those fears, even if it's only for a few minutes. Thank you for being so open with your experiences so people like me know we're not alone. I appreciate you more than you know.

panic attacks suck

So this is a long way of saying that I really wanted to work on my rewrite today, but I am mentally exhausted the way I would be physically exhausted if I’d been forced to walk on a treadmill for hours at a time.

This is a reprint and expansion of today’s word count entry on my tumblr thing.

I had panic attacks all night long, last night. Each time I fell asleep, I woke up what felt like minutes later, in absolute terror. Like, imagine that you’re on an airplane and everything seems fine, and then it suddenly drops like 1000 feet. You know how you think you’d feel? The rush of adrenaline, the certainty…

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Holy fuck girl that thing is GORGEOUS!

I will now run away and find the pattern on Rav and pretend to want to make it someday.

Hoooooly crap! This thing is HUGE! Almost 7 ft across and about 3.5 ft deep. Man, I love big shawls but they are a PITA to block. Ah well, it’s done, hooray!!!!

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This is the best thing I’ve read all day omg

What’s happening on Twitter? 😂

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I absolutely adore each and every one of these athletes and those working in the sports industry for speaking up about their personal struggles with varying mental health issues. It is so important for people to realize that their heroes are indeed fallible and struggle with the same issues that us regular joes do. We need these people to continue to be brave enough to tell their stories in the hopes that tomorrow will be better for someone else.

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This looks like it would be great for panic attacks too.

Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.

Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.

It’s also totally FREE.

once again, it’s called CALM HARM

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Reblog with the game that got you into gaming.