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@candysworld5 - Mineblr and Hermitcraft blog
@frosted-fur - FreezeWing, Wings of Fire Fan tribe, barely posts
@noctsilva - Worldbuilding blog for my world Noctsilva, remind me to post there
@feathers-scales-and-fur - My Oc Blog, may post art there
@candys-dreamsmp-blog - My DreamSMP Blog, if you want content from there
@dragons-snipits - My writing blog, probs never posts
Tumblr is giving us a lot of different dashes but the thing is no one wants "for you" so what I propose instead is you give me the ability to make mini-dashes with specific subsets of people I follow. Let me follow 300 people but then sort them into category. Let me have one dash for all my aesthetic stuff, another for news, another for my weird feral friends. Am I the only one who wants this? Maybe. Give it to me anyway.
This would absolutely revolutionize the way I use Tumblr. I would probably spend like 20% more time on Tumblr if I could follow a bunch of people I like but who I do not want on my "these are my friends and idols" dash.
ive said this before ill say it again. we r going to get no where in society as long as we keep giving angels boring plain white wings bring that gaudy jan van eyck shit back NOW!!!!!!
listen to me. listen to me. we could have this its in our reach its so close you want rainbow peacock wings on everything you want them sooooo bad listen to me
there comes a point in some dudes ceramics careers where they start fucking with glazes so hard they spend their weekends hand digging rare minerals out of a desert deposit or a friend's multi-acre lot so they can grind them up and put them in a glaze. I know at least three guys that do this.
I also knew this guy derrick who was an absolute beast on the wheel (threw an entire 40pc porcelain serving set w/ cups bowls plates serving dishes and casserole dish in ONE HOUR) who also rented out a backhoe so he could dig clay out of his yard and refine it. Unfortunately it had too many inclusions in it so he had to dilute it with industrially made stuff. when he did that though he found that the clay in his yard, when fired, produced it's own glossy green glasslike ooze that vitrified during firing. he called it "self glazing clay", and went back that day to go dig up more. hope hes doing well. I imagine he's excavated his entire property by now
This is my first comic in my new series about understanding NPD! My drawings are based off research and my own experiences with the disorder, but obviously I cannot speak for everyone with NPD.
Thank you if you reblog and please consider learning more about Narcissistic Personality Disorder and other stigmatized mental illnesses!
Image descriptions start.
A series of six infographics titled, “Understanding NPD Part 1.” Each image shows some simple line art with text.
1. A person with a confused expression has question marks floating by their head. A thought bubble coming from them shows a heart shape. The text says: As a narcissist, I often question how I experience love and how to express love properly.
2.
The text says: After all, 2 common ways NPD develops are from:
1)
Being shown excessive love as a child and/or never being told no –
unintetionally overwhelming your ego. Spoiler: Your child won’t get
NPD from “being loved too much,” the above is referring to excess
entitlement. The drawing shows a smiling person surrounded by
hearts.
2) A significant lack of love or praise given to
the child, ultimately making them feel worthless. From there, a
heightened ego develops to protect the person from feeling this way.
The drawing shows a child trying to talk to an adult, who simply
says, “I’m busy.” The child then thinks, “Fine I don’t need
them.”
3. The text says: I experienced the latter. The drawing shows a frowning child whose eyes are hidden by their fringe. Under this is text that says: My parents never gave me much attention as a kid. The art shows the child playing with blocks alone More text says: And getting praise was an uphill battle. The art shows the child showing their parent a paper that says A+. The parent is tapping their chin with lowered eyebrows.
4. The text says: And now that leaves me a little unfamiliar with love. The art shows someone approaching the grown-up version of the child. The other person has a heart coming from their moth, and the now-grown person looks uncomfortable. Several question marks float above their head.
5. The text says: Often I am too preoccupied with supporting myself (the same way I did when I was a child( that I forget to extend support to other people. It was not something I was shown how to do, so I struggle with it now. The art shows the person thinking with their hand on their chin. They say: I look awesome today. There is a small sparkle by the words.
6. The text says: Even though it does not come easy to me, I am learning a lot about how to show love to other people (and to myself). Ongoing support and kindness from my friends has helped me a ton. The art shows the person standing in between to other people with speech bubbles. One has two exclamation points, and the other has squiggly lines. Text under this says: Even if I recover enough to no longer meet the critera for Narcissistic Personality Disorder someday, I am happy right now that I can teach people what it is really like and I will continue to do so in the future. Advocating for people like me goes a long way towards helping end false assumptions about the disorder and allows people to get the treatment they need.
The
final image at the bottom of the OP is a purple userbox. The icon is
a stethoscope, and the text says: This blog advocates for those with
NPD, ASPD, DID, Psychosis, and any other marginalized
disorders.
Description end.
I’ve seen a lot of videos going around of urban-dwelling critters coming to humans for help with various problems, ranging from boxes stuck on their heads to young trapped down a storm drain, and it’s gotten me to thinking:
On the one hand, it’s kind of fascinating that they know to do that.
On the other hand, setting any questions of how this sort of behaviour must have arisen aside for the nonce, does it ever strike you how weird it is that we’ve got a whole collection of prey species whose basic problem-solving script ends with the step “if all else fails, go bother one of the local apex predators and maybe they’ll fix the problem for no reason”?
well, come to think of it, we’re at the top of the food chain but we almost exclusively hunt and kill prey out in the country.
raccoons and possums and foxes and crows all succeed in an urban environment because they’re opportunistic and observant. and almost none of them would have observed us pounce on one of their species and then start eating it, you know? a lot of them would have observed that we scream and chase them out of wherever we don’t want them to be, but other animals are territorial too. but there’s a number of situations where humans feed whoever’s bold enough to take them up on the offer, and we do tend to pull garbage off of other animals as soon as they slow down enough for us to catch. ‘a human got me but nothing bad happened’ is a much more frequent thing than ‘a human got me and tried to eat me’.
anyway like, we’re masters of our environment, we make weird shit happen all the time, we have lots of great food and sometimes we share, and we almost never eat someone. it makes sense for urban animals, over the last century or so, to just keep an eye out for opportunities to use us, and to pass the habit on to their kids.
It really is a weird, funny thing. Like yeah, technically they’re predators, and they get pretty screamy, especially if you try to take any of their stuff… but given the chance it seems like they’d rather help us out and sometimes they’ll just randomly give you food, so???
I mean, I guess in fairytales and myths we’ve got our fair share of stories about dangerous people/creatures who might well kill you or otherwise ruin your life, but to whom people nonetheless turn for help in desperate circumstances. So it’s not like the perspective is exactly a foreign thing to our own mindset, really… It’s just that, y’know, we can’t actually go make a deal with the faeries when there’s something we can’t figure out.
(Which brings me to an interesting thought about the ubiquitous rule about never eating the faery food lest you find yourself forever unsatisfied with anything in the human world - and the potential parallels to the dangers of feeding wildlife human food lest they become addicted and too tame and dependent to be safe for either themselves or us. Hmm.)
Okay, but that last bit with the Fae…makes almost perfect sense.
Of the stories I’ve read, the food of the Fae, its origins and effects, are often strange and/or obscure.- Just like our food to most animals.
The Fae are strange beings that seem to know weird things that give them power or an edge over us.- Just like us to animals.
The Fae work and live by strange rules also often nonsensical or obscure to us.- Just like us to animals.
The Fae can easily obtain vast amounts of things we consider rare/precious/desireable, and have no problem with dishing it out wantonly for no other reason than amusement.- Just like us to animals.
The Fae sometimes are amused by having us around, but only on their terms and IF it amuses/intrigues them.- Just like us to animals.
GUYS, I SENSE A PATTERN….
-they have arcane social conventions and the punishment for not paying the correct respects right is banishment, if you’re lucky, and death if you’re not.
-they have wild and unexpected parties where you’d least expect to find them, but if you’re bold enough to entertain them they’ll feed you and caress you and play with you all night.
-time runs strangely in their realm. their homes are summerlands: warm and bright, no matter the season. there is always fruit on their tables. but not everyone who comes in from the cold is let back out again.
-their games are cruel and complex and unfair, but if you can beat them by their own rules you will access riches beyond imagining.
-sometimes they just fucking fuck with you, the fuckheads.
-they will absolutely steal your children away. when your children return— if they ever do— they will come back strange. they will have magic earrings or necklaces or bracelets. they will know things they shouldn’t. they won’t know things that they should. your strange children might survive, might even prosper, might take wives and husbands and have children of their own. but they will always be marked by their time away from your world.
-the price for pissing them off is always death. sometimes just you. sometimes your whole community.
-if you are very good, and very smart, and very brave, they will grant your wish.
This actually provides a good explanation for why you have such inconsistency about whether their wish granting is benign or perversely twisted. They can’t fully understand you or your attempts to communicate either. They grant wishes the way you would grant a squirrel’s wishes: with lots of guesswork, assumptions, and projection.
And like that trope where they grant a wish perversely and then get mad at you or punish you for being ungrateful? Looks a lot less like utterly asinine unreceptivity to criticism and a lot more like how you might react if you try to help a wild animal and it bites or claws you.
They often ask you what your name is and even then THEY GIVE YOU ONE.
HOLY SHIT
Let’s make a floor plan for a house! How much space should we dedicate to each room? Vote to make a room larger.
Master bedroom
2nd bedroom
Guest bedroom
Bathroom 1
Bathroom 2
Kitchen
Dining room
Living room
Laundry room
Our beautiful home
after a long day of doing laundry for the entire neighborhood, i walk into my kitchen and cook an amazing gourmet feast, which i then eat entirely while crouched in the corner set aside for dining. afterwards, i tuck my son into solitary confinement before making the long trek down the master bedroom hallway to bed, where i settle in with my wife who just finished bathing in our second bathroom’s indoor swimming pool
I’ve taken it upon myself to build and furnish this house, and keep the Floorplan @woolandflax as accurate as possible to the story by @reve-nant
The first few hours I spent putting up walls and furnishing each room. I made some attempts to make it look decent.
Large living room where the sofa is too far from the television, If you want to see you’d be better off standing.
Serpentine kitchen countertop, with gourmet cooking stands for the four-star meals you can’t make without taking the gourmet cooking skill. [This room is basically what I think Masterchef looks like in my mind.]
Guest bedroom where you walk straight down a corridor to get to bed and when you fall asleep, Bob Pancake will be watching you drift to sleep. Don’t mind the shadow by the corner of the room.
Master bedroom where you also walk down a corridor and get to watch your sleep demons reflected by the mirror. The master bathroom is right next door.
A second bathroom AKA master bathroom, with an indoor swimming pool where your wife just bathed in.
Of course, can’t forget to tuck your son into solitary confinement where he can begin cultivating a healthy fear for the dark.
Played for a couple hours too long, so I decided to make a maze of sinks to reach the toilet and showers, etc. Don’t mind the dark trek back to the door.
The small dining room smooshed next to the obscenely large kitchen. And my last favorite room.
The laundry room.
Building a fantasy world is like being the world's most specific historian.
I'm glad we're all in the same boat on this one.
As suggested it's also like being the most specific biologist, chemist, and geologist.
I want you all to know that I read every single tag and reply yall drop in the notes and I love you fellow worldbuilders.
I'm sorry, but this tag fucks supremely.
See also: "'Playing god?' We're not playing." :)
The rammies, the damn rammies. They always get me. I make a thing then realize how that affects another thing, and how the affected thing being affected changes something else, and so on. Just the worse sort of dominoes.
gallusrostromegalus
brighteyedbadwolf
finallygaveintothesirencall asked:
How do you preserve the food from your garden so it doesn't go bad before you can eat it?
gallusrostromegalus answered:
You are wildly underestimating my ability to go fucking feral about fresh produce. I don’t think I even brought snap peas into the house last year. Just ate them right off the vine.
Though I did end up freezing the strawberries/blue berries as they ripened, but even those were consumed within the week.
The only tough one was the potatoes, but that was resolved by just foisting potatoes on everyone I knew. Much more welcome than Zucchinis.
Oh this is why every gardening person I know keeps trying to give me the food they grow
That, and we love you. Homegrown produce is a love language.
Unless it's zucchini. Then it's a cry for help.
Tomato (June) - I think highly of you; treasured friend
Tomato (September) - you are a warm body that is nearby
Fresh new asparagus - romantic love
Artichoke - fondness
New rhubarb with leaves removed - flirtatious potential
Rhubarb with leaves left on - the bloom is gone
Swiss chard - I have made mistakes
Perpetual spinach - declaration of animosity between our houses
White-fleshed potato - you are a neighbor
Blue or red fleshed potato - as above, but with overtones of camaraderie/affection
Kale - you are a person who was nearby when I had kale
Raspberries - you are a person I admire
Strawberries - you are a treasure
Onion - I am confused
Young French beans or young peas - I thought of you especially
Runner beans - mild criticism; familial ties; gift from parent to child
Pumpkins - overt romantic, sexual or childhood-bestie interest; highest declaration of loyalty
Prettily coloured popping corn, I.e. glass gem - let this seal the breach between our houses
Zucchini/courgette - cry for help, resignation
Novelty pumpkins - marriage proposal
(chortle)
Me: huh. Why is this getting a rash of notes all of a sudden?
*discovers paper bag full of zucchini on doorstep*
Me: Ah. That time of year again.
