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whenever you say TMA I think trans metal alchemist

(in a slightly different tone of voice) TRANS METAL ALCHEMIST

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Petting a marshmallow [x]

It’s his day!! Everyone say happy birthday to our favorite emo lad

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Reblogs > likes, please don’t like this if you’re not going to reblog it

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Honestly the mere fact that some people refer to Daddy Long Legs as “harvestmen” is creepier than 90% of all deliberately created horror but like the worst part is that the alternative is calling them Daddy Long Legs

Since I know none of yall have lost your energy for supporting black people right now, you should check out this blog with over 1000 black-owned online shops.

https://themadmommy.com/black-owned-etsy-shops/

my original post lost traction and died but i really need help so just making it concise - i have bills overdue and havent been able to afford to eat today. literally seriously £1 would help until i can get financial support from my university. i just want to be able to buy some groceries, soap+toiletries, etc without going into what little i have left for bills. pypal.me/necrossist £morethanthefairy

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We Are Closing The Doors After 9 Years!, organized by Ruby Corado

With a 5 day short Notice, the District Of Columbia Goverment notified us that fun… Ruby Corado needs your support for We Are Closing The Do

Casa Ruby, the oldest LGBTQ+ center in Washington, DC had its annual $839,000 funding slashed by the DHS (Department of Human Services). Given 5 days notice that their grant would not be renewed, they provided shelter and essential services to LGBTQ+ people round the clock. 30 people lost their jobs and 50 people lost their shelter. Please donate to their GoFundMe to help them keep their remaining beds across 7 DC locations. THIS IS DIRECT VIOLENCE THAT WILL LEAD TO THE LOSS OF LGBTQ+ LIVES AND CAUSES DIRECT HARM. Homelessness in DC is an ongoing issue only being made worse by gentrification and our people are amongst the most vulnerable. Please donate.

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Red Lights : Vatican France-based photographer Aishy shares shots of The Basilica di San Pietro, in the heart of the Vatican, under a new glance, a new light. Wow.

My anxiety feels more like what i would imagine having a mini black hole in your chest would feel like

It centers around your heart and pulls, the pressure and stress trying to pull you from within rather than exterior pressure weighing down on you

Your lungs stuggle to inflate because they must pull against this black hole. Speaking is hard because it's gravitational pull grips at your throat and holds to the back of your tongue.

It makes you hunch, pulling your shoulders closer, forcing you smaller, your hands fumbling to grasp at anything thatll pull you free from its grip

Your legs like lead as they fight to keep your knees from surging to your chest, lest they give in and you fall prey to this black hole's terrifying depth

Your head tilting down, glancing wildly for help or danger, your thoughts pressed flat against its temporary seige

Sometimes it's a roaring energy that settles heavy in your cells, demanding safety in its purest and devestating form

Sometimes it's quiet, like a small breeze, where you can tuck your sleeves a just little tighter, and it was like you never felt the tug at all

And yet its silent, invisible. You are the black hole you are desperately trying to escape from.

Funny how people assume, then, that because they cannot see your black hole, that it cannot be as bad as you say it is.

i see so many younger queer people on here asking stuff like “am i allowed to use this label??” “is it okay for me to use this term if it doesn’t 100% fit me?” and “am i valid if i use these labels?” 

and like honestly WHAT has the queer community on this hellsite BECOME?? why have we created this weird thing of constantly wanting to be “valid” and “allowed” like kids!! you are allowed!! i promise you you’re allowed!! it’s okay!!

you are allowed to be a nonbinary lesbian you are allowed to be both bi and ace you’re allowed to use he/him pronouns and be transfem you’re allowed to be transmasc and lesbian you’re allowed to be transfem and gay you’re allowed to be both mlm and wlw at the same time you’re allowed to be nonbinary even if you’re a little bit a binary gender you are allowed!! it’s okay!! 

put down your phone and go for a walk and breathe in some fresh air!! you don’t need to ask a blog on tunglr dot hell if you’re valid!! you don’t need to ask some stranger on the internet for permission to be your authentic self!! live your life! you don’t need permission and you don’t need someone to tell you you’re valid. you can live authentically and use whatever labels and pronouns you want, okay? you’re allowed. i promise. it’s okay.

*takes a knee* hey gang

so you may or may not know this, but the tumblr metrics system works in a really interesting way where it literally does not count likes. only reblogs. that means if something gets 100 likes and 5 reblogs, that thing actually registers as having 5 notes.

i don’t know how everyone finds fic on tumblr, but i tend to go through the tags. what ends up happening is a lot of really great fic gets buried because it was posted, like, a day ago, so it doesn’t show up in “recent” and it doesn’t show up in “top” because of lack of interaction.

reblogging is vital to keeping this community alive, otherwise we stagnate

yall: cringe culture is dead! like the things you like! don’t let other people tell you what to enjoy!

yall whenever asexuality, thomas sanders, fnaf, mlp, homestuck, and other “cringey” harmless things are mentioned: WOW big yikes lmao @ op you’re such a child for enjoying these things smh lol can we get a cringe compilation up in here yet

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The more empathetic and kind men I meet, actually, the MORE I hate bad men. It’s like I’ve seen it proven you don’t have to act this way — I know for a fact that it’s not coded into your biology to disrespect women or be aggressive or be emotionally stunted — you’re literally just a shithead.

I think it’s interesting that tabletop warlock bargains generally operate on the idea of eternal servitude or owning your soul or whatever but there is a world of alternatives that range from funny, dramatic, or just plain interesting. Consider:

Patron was sealed for a long period of time, and more than seeking their revival, they miss the world and its experiences, and thus seek warlocks who are willing to share their senses with their patron and thus ameliorate the loneliness and fatigue of ages

Patron likes money and valuables and will bequeath power in exchange for a warlock who will share their adventuring fortunes. 

Patron has a chaotic sense of humor and likes fire and explosions; causing spectacular destruction pleases them.

Patron is just kind of a (relatively wholesome) frat bro who gave the warlock powers because they decided the warlock was chill and could hang, maintaining powers hinges on navigating said relationship. Patron may manifest physically for the exclusive purpose of fistbumping warlock if they do something really cool.

Patron is a foodie and warlock is a chef traveling the world looking for rare ingredients and lost techniques to construct dishes that please their patron’s palate

Patron is a literal patron- warlock is an artist of any form and the patron commissions them for works from time to time.

Warlock babysits (or performs another service) for patron, who prefers to pay them in dark powers.

Variant on above where warlock is occasionally ordered to perform various esoteric tasks such as delivering an object to a site or obtaining something and sending it to their patron- they are simply running their reclusive patron’s errands as the latter would rather not leave home.

Patron and warlock promised to be best friends forever when one or both of them was a small child and patron takes that very seriously

Patron likes blood but is disinterested in full-body sacrifices as their particular taste means that some people are exceptionally delectable to them, and it seeks to prolong those people’s lives as long as possible in exchange for semi-regular ‘blood donations’

Patron was disembodied and in exchange for being allowed to inhabit the warlock’s flesh, is willing to fight to defend the shared body.

Patron specifically seeks to cultivate adventurers and support them throughout their career, in a manner similar to a professional wrestler’s manager.

Warlock was a child sacrifice, offered live, at a dark altar; patron has an interesting definition of what ‘the child is now mine’ entails.

Patron is an alternate timeline ‘potential future’ of the warlock’s who is either trying to influence events to ensure their timeline or prevent it.

Sometimes you have to distance yourself to see clearly…

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are any of us truly shocked tho

A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

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you know who’s gay? paul the real estate novelist who never had time for a wife and davey who’s still in the navy and probably will be for life

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