ugh

Dealing with a lot of crazy person thoughts/feelings tonight, a day’s worth of massive anxiety, and the remnants of one very awful dream that I had just before I woke up this morning.

I’m really getting tired of doing so well (in terms of mental health), and then bottoming out again and again.

Tips or tricks for staving off chest-achingly insistent anxiety, bad thoughts, and an overall lingering dysphoria?

syverce:

crimsonakane:

jedibusiness:

If we ever get to the post-apocalyptic era, I hope everyone dresses like this. Hot damn.

NEED

I have reblogged these before but I still like them.  Especially bottom left.

First off: GAH. Yes. I’d wear things akin to this in short order. However, something weird glitched in my brain and now I’ve got to discuss form following function (as regards the first comment). Sorry to rain on the apocalypse parade, but I’ve got to point out why these jackets are ludicrous in terms of End Times haute couture.

Most people won’t dress like that because most of those jackets waste a huge amount of material for nothing but stylistic purposes. Leather jackets are a smart clothing option - sturdy, warm, and yes, they do tend to lend the wearer a sort of badass charisma. But these above are clearly made JUST for looks, not a person who’s trying to survive after modern civilization has crumpled around them. Consider those metal hooks on the bottom left jacket - yeah, we could use them for faux-corsetry, or I dunno, use them for strapping together the last vestiges of our belongings, or emergency carabiners for rappelling around collapsed buildings, or any number of other practical things. If it’s the apocalypse, humanity will most likely be too starved for resources to waste them on looking good. The only one of these that’s even halfway likely is the bottom middle, because it appears to be stitched together from scraps. On the other hand, while it’s kind of interesting to fantasize about a “post-apocalyptic” Earth, I have a hard time believing that humanity couldn’t bounce back to a semblance of normalcy with relative swiftness (depending on the type of world-destroying event that predicated the apocalypse in the first place).

No clue why I felt this was necessary to point out, but now… now it’s out there. You’re welcome.

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Replace every one of the vowels in your URL with O

edwardspoonhands:

wilwheaton:

molly23:

laughterkey:

bobbycaputo:

beerburritowhiskey:

andribbonsofeuphoria:

mean-mrmustard:

macalien:

thunderjugs:

gookgod:

yall think this is a fuckin joke 

thondorjogs

mocoloon

moon-mrmostord

ondrobbonsofoophoroo.

It’s confirmed. I have no life.

boorborrotowhosoy

Yeah, same here.

And I kept the “y” as it was because I decided that this wasn’t going to be one of those “sometimes.”

bobbocopoto

looghtorkoy

Molly23

Molly wins. Go home, Internet.

What if we did it with two o’s. Then I’d be Oodwoordspoooonhoonds. And Molly would be Mooly23.

Lothonono (I can’t decide how to pronounce it. loth-oh-no-no? lawthon-ono? low-tho-non-oh??)

alternatively, the even more poetic loothoonoonoo

feminismisahatemovement:

carry-on-my-otp:

If Stuntmen from the old movies don’t have your full respect then I just don’t know what to say to you

Thing is, that isn’t even a stunt man, that’s a film star: Buster Keaton. He wrote and directed and starred in all his films as well as doing all his own stunt work. No CGI, no special effects: he did them all for real. And that last clip of him falling was a real accident that nearly killed him. But when he went back to work three days later he left it in the final film and simply shot a new scene where an awning breaks his fall.

The guy had balls so big he must have carried them around in a wheelbarrow.

If you’ve never seen a Buster Keaton film you are doing yourself a great disservice.

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1950sunlimited:

Frigidaire 1957
Edge and corner wear

Can we just talk about how this is the snazziest refrigerator I’ve ever laid eyes on? All the fridges you see now are boring white, black, or silver. This one has real style! What do we have to do to bring back colorfully patterned large kitchen appliances?

1950sunlimited:

Frigidaire 1957

Edge and corner wear

Can we just talk about how this is the snazziest refrigerator I’ve ever laid eyes on? All the fridges you see now are boring white, black, or silver. This one has real style! What do we have to do to bring back colorfully patterned large kitchen appliances?

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holmeswatsonmorstan:

imagine Tonks and Lupin in bed, and he’s the little spoon and he turns round to kiss her only to find she’s metamorphasized her face into Snape’s and he screams and she laughs so hard she falls out the bed

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lightning-st0rm:

pearlmito:

smootymormonhelldream:

stripedsilverfeline:

anti-clerical:

ramirezbundydahmer:

When the Nazi concentration camps were liberated by the Allies, it was a time of great jubilation for the tens of thousands of people incarcerated in them. But an often forgotten fact of this time is that prisoners who happened to be wearing the pink triangle (the Nazis’ way of marking and identifying homosexuals) were forced to serve out the rest of their sentence. This was due to a part of German law simply known as “Paragraph 175” which criminalized homosexuality. The law wasn’t repealed until 1969.

This should be required learning, internationally. 

You need to know this. You need to remember this. This is not something to swept under the carpet nor be forgotten. 
Never. Too many have died for the way they have loved. That needs stop now. 
Make it stop? 

I did a report on this in my World History class my sophomore year of high school. It was incredibly unsettling.

My teacher shown the class this. Mostly everyone in the class felt uncomfortable. 

I have reblogged this in the past, but it is so ironic that it comes across my dash right now. I a currently working as a docent at my city’s Holocaust Education Center (( I say currently because I’ve also done research and translation for them )) and out current exhibit is one on loan from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum ((USHMM)). This is a little known historical fact that Paragraph 175 was not repealed after the war and those convicted under Nazi laws as a danger to society because they were gay were not released because they had be convicted in a court of law. There was no liberation or justice for them as they weren’t considered criminals, or even victims for that matter. They were criminals who remained persecuted and ostracized and kept on the fringes of society for decades after the war had been won. Paragraph175 wasn’t actually repealed until 1994. And it was only in May 2002, that the German parliament completed legislation to pardon all homosexuals convicted under Paragraph175 during the Nazi era. History has forgotten about these men and women — please educate yourselves so this does not happen again. Remember this history. Remember them.

lightning-st0rm:

pearlmito:

smootymormonhelldream:

stripedsilverfeline:

anti-clerical:

ramirezbundydahmer:

When the Nazi concentration camps were liberated by the Allies, it was a time of great jubilation for the tens of thousands of people incarcerated in them. But an often forgotten fact of this time is that prisoners who happened to be wearing the pink triangle (the Nazis’ way of marking and identifying homosexuals) were forced to serve out the rest of their sentence. This was due to a part of German law simply known as “Paragraph 175” which criminalized homosexuality. The law wasn’t repealed until 1969.

This should be required learning, internationally. 

You need to know this. You need to remember this. This is not something to swept under the carpet nor be forgotten. 

Never. Too many have died for the way they have loved. That needs stop now. 

Make it stop

I did a report on this in my World History class my sophomore year of high school. It was incredibly unsettling.

My teacher shown the class this. Mostly everyone in the class felt uncomfortable. 

I have reblogged this in the past, but it is so ironic that it comes across my dash right now. I a currently working as a docent at my city’s Holocaust Education Center (( I say currently because I’ve also done research and translation for them )) and out current exhibit is one on loan from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum ((USHMM)). This is a little known historical fact that Paragraph 175 was not repealed after the war and those convicted under Nazi laws as a danger to society because they were gay were not released because they had be convicted in a court of law. There was no liberation or justice for them as they weren’t considered criminals, or even victims for that matter. They were criminals who remained persecuted and ostracized and kept on the fringes of society for decades after the war had been won. Paragraph175 wasn’t actually repealed until 1994. And it was only in May 2002, that the German parliament completed legislation to pardon all homosexuals convicted under Paragraph175 during the Nazi era. History has forgotten about these men and women — please educate yourselves so this does not happen again. Remember this history. Remember them.

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hows-your-custard:

itscolossal:

Without the use of Photoshop or any digital manipulation, Korean artist JeeYoung Lee spends weeks converting her tiny Seoul studio into some of the most elaborate installations we’ve seen—for the sake of taking a single photograph.

Amazing

Beyond gorgeous. I’m in awe and SO INSPIRED. Definitely check out the link for even more.

hungrylikethewolfie:

harreki:

Source: http://storify.com/wstonesoxfordst/the-call-of-cthulhu-1

The moral of the story?  No matter who you are or what you look like, retail workers will love you if you’re polite and respectful. 

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misterkevo:

theadventuresofpam:

Harry was the favorite kid and he wasn’t even an official part of the family

Because Molly knows exactly how the Dursleys treat him. There’s no way Ron wouldn’t tell her. And Molly Weasley is a Mother. She gets a capital M because she is goddamn phenomenal at what she does. When she hears Harry Potter is on the train to Hogwarts in Book 1, her reaction isn’t to be starstruck. It’s to say “that poor dear had to come here all on his own.” Molly Weasley loves harder than anyone. She loves like it’s her sole reason for being. And when she hears there’s a poor boy who has never known love his whole life… how could she not?

I can’t recall how it’s treated in the books, however it is my ardent hope that as everyone grows older, Molly starts to treat Harry more like her other sons. Can you imagine how included he would feel, for once not someone who gets singled out in either a negative or positive way? That’s all that every happens to Harry. He’s either demonized (first by the Dursleys and then by the Death Eaters/Voldemort) and gets all their ire, or he’s lauded as the Boy Who Lived and given an insane amount of leeway. But Molly would eventually see how alienating that would feel, and begin to readjust how she behaves towards him. Just one of the family. Just another wizard with a regular life. And then eventually he and Ginny would get married, and he’d hug Molly and whisper to her how happy he is to finally be a real part of the Weasley family and she’d just whisper back “Oh Harry, you’ve been my son for years.” Whoops now I’m going to write some fic.

Molly Weasley had had quite enough of this morning, thank you very much. The ghoul’s racket upstairs had reached unforgivable proportions, Arthur had deconstructed an entire “microwave oven” on their living room floor and was staring dejectedly at it as it failed to reveal its secrets, and the kitchen… the kitchen was an absolute wreck. Arnold the pygmy puff had somehow found its way into the flour and had decorated the floor with a light dusting. Errol laid on the cutting board amidst diced carrots and potatoes, emitting a sound that could only be referred to as “dire.” The pantry door refused to close, even when cajoled. Lastly, the entire morning’s worth of dishes were piled precariously in the sink, probably only held in place by a sticking charm.

And whose responsibility was it to wash those towering dishes? The children’s. And who had put them there and walked away? The children. And where were those children now? Oh, that’s right, they were out playing Quidditch, as if they hadn’t a care in the world!

She stalked over to the door and flung it wide open. “IF YOU LOT THINK YOU’LL BE GETTING AWAY WITH NOT ATTENDING TO THESE CHORES YOU’VE GOT A RUDE AWAKENING. GET OFF THOSE BROOMS AND INSIDE - NOW!”

Everyone descended and tossed their gear into the broom shed, bemoaning the task ahead. Harry brought up the rear of the line and watched the Weasleys disseminate throughout the kitchen, each picking up a task without even asking one another what to do. Standing in the doorway, Harry shifted from foot to foot, unsure of what to do with himself, but wanting to help.

Molly noticed immediately, and wasted no time.

"Harry, you’ll see the rest of these rapscallions marched through here without even knocking the dirt from their shoes. Be a dear and grab the dustpan from the pantry; you’ll need it to sweep up that mess and all the flour."

He let out a deep breath of relief, feeling comfortable with something as familiar as manual labor. And after he swept everything up and knocked it into the bin, Ron called out “Oi! Now help me over here with these stupid bowls - can’t get the charm right to make ‘em let go of one another…”

Molly smiled. He fit right in.

It’s been at least 5 years since I’ve written any HP fic, but I STILL GOT IT (if “it” is cheesy little one-offs).

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