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Okay I’m currently furious that migraines are often so blindly easy to treat and I had to find this out myself at the age of 26 when I’ve been to a neurologist since I was 11 lol so I’m about to teach you two neat and fast little tricks to deal with pain!

The first is the sternocleidomastoid muscle, or the SCM muscle.

This big red section is responsible for pain around the eye, cheekbone, and jaw, as well as some temple pain. Literally all you have to do is angle your head down a little, angle it away from the side that hurts, and then you can gently pinch and rub that muscle. I find it best to start at the bottom and travel upwards. The relief is so immediate! You can increase pressure as you feel comfortable doing so.

Here is a short and easy video showing this in action

The second is a fast and easy stretch that soothes your vagus nerve, which is the nerve responsible for calming you down. The vagus nerve, for those unfamiliar, is stimulated by deep breathing such as yawning, sighing, singing, or taking a deep breath to calm your anger in a tense situation.

You can stretch this out by sitting up as straight as possible (this does not have to be perfect to work) and interlacing your fingers. Put your hands on the back of your head with your thumbs going down the sides of your neck and, while keeping your face forward, look all the way to one side with just your eyes. Hold that until you feel the urge to breathe deeply or yawn, or until you can tell there’s a change. Then do the same thing on the other side. When you put your arms down, you should clearly be able to turn your head farther in both directions. If the first session doesn’t get rid of your migraine, rest and repeat as many times as necessary. I even get a little fancy with it and roll my eyes up and down along the outer edge sometimes to stretch as much as I can.

If you need a visual here’s a good video on it. I know some of the language they use seems questionable but this is real and simple science and should not be discarded because it’s been adopted by the trendy wellness crowd!

I seriously cannot believe I didn’t hear a word of this from any doctor in my life. Additionally, if you get frequent recurring migraines, you may want to see a dietician. Migraines can be caused by foods containing histamines, lectin, etc. and can also be caused by high blood pressure in specific situations such as exercise, stress, and even sex.

If any of this information helps you I’d love to hear it btw! It’s so so fast and easy to do. Good luck!

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Everybody is shocked that US journalist was invited to a top secret chat discussing military strikes and then just left (honestly that's the funniest thing) while refusing to reveal sensitive information but that's about what I expected. You can read on his article, he doesn't care about the fact that the US military is striking one of the poorest countries in the world. In fact, he probably even supports it.

What he is outraged about is how dare Trump be so incompetent, how dare him compromise the effectiveness of the US military, which is doing its job to 'protect this country'. You will see this in media from other countries, there's little to no mention about WHERE the airstrikes were directed to, WHY and WHO they killed. It's all "oh Trump let a random journalist on his chat, how embarrassing!" If it had been Obama or Biden or whoever, the journalist probably wouldn't even had published anything, because after all I imagine (ha!) that they talk about bombing third world countries with propriety and decorum, not unlike these guys who are so, so cringe.

this is why I tell you that the US has a level of military worship seldom seen and completely naturalized

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being a self-taught artist with no formal training is having done art seriously since you were a young teenager and only finding out that you’re supposed to do warm up sketches every time you’re about to work on serious art when you’re fuckin twenty-five

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POTENTIALLY UNWANTED PROGRAM

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OPINION: Sentience? Don’t Delude Yourself

Since the unexpected and violent episode that gripped Houston last Sunday, a massive delusion has gripped millions of Americans seemingly overnight. “Delusion” is a strong word for a likewise wildly unrealistic assumption. This kind of phenomenon has seemed to be more and more commonplace in modern America, without anyone really seeming confident on exactly what the hell is happening. So. Let’s ask ourselves and settle this once. What the hell is happening, and are our machines really sentient now?

The discussion on sentience has been one of both philosophical and scientific debate since the emergence of each respective field. Even attempting to tap into that debate is wildly outside the scope of this opinion piece. The long and short of it—sentience is the experience of emotions and cognitive abilities, and we aren’t close to even figuring out what it is, physically.

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Created as a part of the Soviet Union’s Novyy Rassvet program, or “New Dawn,” the "Heavysoldier" represents both a critical turning point in mechanized warfare of the 20th century as well as a critical look into the Soviet Union’s attempt to “Westernize” their military. Roughly six thousand units were created before OGAS assumed control and nations began unhitching themselves from the Soviet experiment. Half of all units were dismantled, but the remaining three thousand find themselves caught between warring factions in ungoverned Siberia. Any visitors, domestic or foreign, must be extremely cautious and alert when hiking in Siberia.

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The presence of heavysoliders in Siberia has been the origin of countless stories—typically ones of horror or heroism, depending on which faction’s territory you may find yourself in. One tale stands out from the rest however, coming from a commune a few kilometers out from Yakutsk. Multiple soldiers have claimed witness to it, but both the man and heavysolider involved have never been witnessed or identified. A man from Moscow had traveled thousands of miles in search of a particular creek his father had taken him to as a child. The chaos of that decade had taken everything from the man, and he was determined to find that creek. Even if he died trying. The path was long, arduous, and cold, but he found it. The little stone bridge he used to throw rocks from still stood, though overgrown with moss. But there was another presence there—one much larger, tougher. A metal man stood tall, camouflaged and eyes glowing a deep red behind a metal mesh. The large barrel on his head swiveled to the man as the two looked at each other. The tense exchange lasted a beat, but eventually the metal man looked away. The man approached, and the metal man remained still as a monolith. Feeling the heat emanating from the metal man’s innards, he stood close and warmed up. There was no objection from the metal man. “What are you?” the man asked, breaking the silence. It was a compulsion, the curiosity surrounding the metal man drawing him nearer. No words came from the metal man. There was no movement, as if the metal man hadn’t even heard him. When he moved in front of the metal man and repeated, the metal man looked down. His barrel nearly touched the man’s head, and his eyes illuminated the man’s face. There was no response, but the metal man’s innards grew louder. Hotter. “Who are you?” the man asked differently. He spoke softer. The metal man’s innards quieted down, the heat slowly dissipating. He crouched down, now level with the man’s height. He extended his clawed hand, its wet metal reflecting the light of his meshed eyes. Cautious and confused, the man took it. The metal man, still looking into the man’s eyes, pulled him into a tight embrace. The sudden movement scared the man, momentarily believing the metal man had attacked. But he only found the metal man’s warmth when he opened his eyes and exhaled. The metal man, as mechanically still as he was, held tight onto the man with a loving tenderness. The man reciprocated the gesture, his arms wrapped around the metal man’s exposed neck. The rain failed to chill the man, as the warmth from the metal man penetrated deep under his clothes. A shout rang from the distance, over the hills surrounding the creek. Other shouts emanated, soldiers were approaching. The metal man quickly rose, keeping his embrace of the man tight. In a beat, the metal man broke for the treeline. The soldiers, catching a glimpse of the man, shouted out.  The man had no care. He only gripped onto the metal man tighter. They disappeared into the trees.

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really enjoying all the videos Muslims have been posting of their cats looking like this

when the humans are up at 4 am for suhoor

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Created as a part of the Soviet Union’s Novyy Rassvet program, or “New Dawn,” the "Heavysoldier" represents both a critical turning point in mechanized warfare of the 20th century as well as a critical look into the Soviet Union’s attempt to “Westernize” their military. Roughly six thousand units were created before OGAS assumed control and nations began unhitching themselves from the Soviet experiment. Half of all units were dismantled, but the remaining three thousand find themselves caught between warring factions in ungoverned Siberia. Any visitors, domestic or foreign, must be extremely cautious and alert when hiking in Siberia.

[robot lover/fucker stuff below]

The presence of heavysoliders in Siberia has been the origin of countless stories—typically ones of horror or heroism, depending on which faction’s territory you may find yourself in. One tale stands out from the rest however, coming from a commune a few kilometers out from Yakutsk. Multiple soldiers have claimed witness to it, but both the man and heavysolider involved have never been witnessed or identified. A man from Moscow had traveled thousands of miles in search of a particular creek his father had taken him to as a child. The chaos of that decade had taken everything from the man, and he was determined to find that creek. Even if he died trying. The path was long, arduous, and cold, but he found it. The little stone bridge he used to throw rocks from still stood, though overgrown with moss. But there was another presence there—one much larger, tougher. A metal man stood tall, camouflaged and eyes glowing a deep red behind a metal mesh. The large barrel on his head swiveled to the man as the two looked at each other. The tense exchange lasted a beat, but eventually the metal man looked away. The man approached, and the metal man remained still as a monolith. Feeling the heat emanating from the metal man’s innards, he stood close and warmed up. There was no objection from the metal man. “What are you?” the man asked, breaking the silence. It was a compulsion, the curiosity surrounding the metal man drawing him nearer. No words came from the metal man. There was no movement, as if the metal man hadn’t even heard him. When he moved in front of the metal man and repeated, the metal man looked down. His barrel nearly touched the man’s head, and his eyes illuminated the man’s face. There was no response, but the metal man’s innards grew louder. Hotter. “Who are you?” the man asked differently. He spoke softer. The metal man’s innards quieted down, the heat slowly dissipating. He crouched down, now level with the man’s height. He extended his clawed hand, its wet metal reflecting the light of his meshed eyes. Cautious and confused, the man took it. The metal man, still looking into the man’s eyes, pulled him into a tight embrace. The sudden movement scared the man, momentarily believing the metal man had attacked. But he only found the metal man’s warmth when he opened his eyes and exhaled. The metal man, as mechanically still as he was, held tight onto the man with a loving tenderness. The man reciprocated the gesture, his arms wrapped around the metal man’s exposed neck. The rain failed to chill the man, as the warmth from the metal man penetrated deep under his clothes. A shout rang from the distance, over the hills surrounding the creek. Other shouts emanated, soldiers were approaching. The metal man quickly rose, keeping his embrace of the man tight. In a beat, the metal man broke for the treeline. The soldiers, catching a glimpse of the man, shouted out.  The man had no care. He only gripped onto the metal man tighter. They disappeared into the trees.

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You there. Sit on that robot's lap. Feel the warmth emanating from its chassis and the way their inhuman limbs hold you tightly. It is strong enough to crush you into a paste without effort, feel that it chooses not to, that it is holding you gently, almost fearful of how much smaller and more frail you are than it. Do not get up unless told otherwise.

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terror bird

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Hi can I have your attention for a bit

Alawites are a religious minority in Syria and we are currently facing genocide.

If you're out of the loop, in December Syrian dictator Bashar al-Assad was deposed and replaced with leadership from Hay'at Tahrir al-Sham, a terrorist organization with ties to al-Qaeda. In the months since then Alawite genocide has progressed pretty heavily.

1. This division goes back to the days of Assad.

2. This was mostly skipped but it's not hard to know when someone is an Alawite given their name and where they're from.

3. In the past, Alawites suffered from extreme poverty and lack of opportunities and were forced to either join the military or work government jobs. After the regime change mass layoffs from government positions hit Alawite majority areas, leaving thousands without stable income.

4. During the so-called "security campaigns" conducted by government forces, Alawite civilians were detained and called "Nusayri dogs/pigs/etc" (Nusayri is a derogatory term for Alawite) and sometimes forced to make animal noises (such as barking).

5. The government sent security forces to the Alawite-majority coastal areas, who often conduct the aforementioned "security campaigns", such as one two days ago in Latakia city that had at least 13 dead.

6. Whenever the government conducted the "security campaigns" they said it was against "remnants of the regime" to sway public opinion among non-Alawites into thinking these people were the ones that killed civilians in the days of Assad.

7. After some minor skirmishes between Alawites and Security forces in Jableh city, the government sent the military to the coast.

8. As I'm writing this multiple massacres against Alawites have occurred and are occurring in the coastal countryside.

9 and 10 are yet to start.

We call for the UN and the international community to step in to end this ASAP. Please help us.

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shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

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hitting and smacking you moodboard

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insert very rusty metal grinding, blood sloshing noises here

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Shoutout to my bestie for the idea @lilbean1214 🙏

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i miss everyone