tragicfaggots:

person w adhd experiencing symptoms of adhd: why the fuck can’t I do this thing . I wish there was some explanation for this

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briarpatch-kids:

cane-you-dig-it:

happy disability pride month to those with conditions no one talks about, online or in general:

multiple sclerosis (me lol)

marfans

cerebral palsy

bells palsy

hidradenitis suppurativa

cauda equina syndrome

mixed connective tissue disorder

hyperadrenergic pots

non hypermobile eds types

stickler syndrome

mitochondrial disease

cystic fibrosis

sickle cell disease

myasthenia gravis

post-cholecystectomy syndrome

SWAN (syndromes without a name)

…just to name a few. i see you and you deserve awareness and understanding.

this list is non exhaustive, rb with other conditions you want to see represented!!

[ID: a post banner with dark red background and medium grey bolded text in the center. it reads “This post is about physical disabilities, do not derail.” On each side there is the dynamic disability icon, a gray symbol of person in manual wheelchair leaning forward with arms bent behind them mid-push. /end ID]

This is the first time I’ve actually seen a positivity post mention my illness type! That’s really cool.

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nessa007:

me being sad that there’s no new mystery files episode this week but then seeing the 1hr+ long winchester haunted mansion ghost files special episode upload:

(via wearewatcher)

rainydaydecaf:

Aziraphale’s phone rings.  He answers, expecting it to be Crowley.  But to his surprise, it’s a demon he’s never met.

“I’m Crowley’s replacement,” the demon says.  “He’s not done anything impressive lately, and Downstairs doesn’t like how ineffective he is at keeping you in line.  So now he’s shuffling paperwork and scooping up hellhound shit while I do his job for him.”

“Ah… I see,”  Aziraphale says icily.  “Well, I most assuredly do not look forward to working with you.”

The demon laughs.  “Feeling’s mutual.”

Twenty-four hours later, the demon is very surprised to find himself discorporated in his sleep.  He can’t explain what happened, he has absolutely no idea.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Beelzebub says, annoyed, and sends the demon back up.

After a mere three days, the demon ends up discorporated again.

A new replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for a week and a day.

A third replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for exactly four hours.

Three demons are sent up next time.  Two manage to stay alive for at least five months.  In that time, they botch four very important temptations, and the citizens of London inexplicably find their daily lives much improved in thousands of little ways.  Traffic and pollution are nonexistent, injury and illness are miraculously avoided.  Church attendance is up five hundred percent, and every politician and CEO is struck by the urge to donate as much money as possible to charity.  There’s a general feeling of contentedness and goodwill in the air that wasn’t there before.  It feels downright heavenly.

Suddenly, Beelzebub is having a very hard time finding anyone to take Crowley’s post.  Bribes and threats make no difference.  The rumors have spread and only grown more disturbing in the telling.  Not one demon is willing to go up there and face the cold, calculated, merciless wrath of the angel known as Aziraphale.

Crowley absolutely loses it when someone gets around to telling him.  “Y’know, I could’ve warned you,” he says gleefully.  “Been working with him for thousands of years.  I know exactly how much of a bastard he can be.”

After running the numbers and seeing how many souls they’ve lost to Heaven in the past year, Beelzebub gives up and concludes that trying to replace Crowley is a massive waste of resources Hell can’t afford.

After one year, Aziraphale receives another phone call.  He answers, with bated breath, and nearly shouts for joy when he hears a familiar voice.

“Hi, angel.  Lunch on me?”

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beggars-opera:

beggars-opera:

Do you ever get a wave of nostalgia for a hyperfixation that’s never coming back with the same sort of melancholy with which you mourn a lost childhood friend

Like “you consumed my every waking moment for six entire months, and now I haven’t thought about you in years…I miss that passion”

(via bathtimefunduck)

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

I don’t know who needs to hear this but you’ve probably got vegetables in your fridge that are starting to go a little off so you should probably plan on making a frittata or a pot of soup in the next couple days.

I don’t know who needs to hear this but almost every bit of fresh produce you’ve got that might be about to go off can likely be safely frozen for use later if you want to keep it, and that the amount of waste generated by consumers is a tiny portion of food waste generally and you’re not a bad or wasteful person if you forgot your veggies or you weren’t feeling well enough to cook.

Most fruits and veggies have a bit of a texture change when you freeze them, but if you’re not planning on eating them raw or in a salad that shouldn’t be a huge deal. Onions and garlic lose a bit of flavor when they’re frozen, but onion and garlic powder are cheap and can add that back in while still letting you get the texture and bulk of using the real vegetable.

The way I generally freeze fruit and vegetables is:

• Get some re-usable silicone storage bags (I like re-usable, but it is perfectly fine to use ziplock bags or whatever)
• Wash and dry the fruit/veggie
• Slice or dice the fruit/veggie (you’re going to want to prep these in some way - thawing a whole onion is a huge pain in the ass, but throwing a handful of frozen diced onion into soup is very easy).
• If it’s relatively dry - like apples, or onions, or mushrooms, toss the food into a bag and toss that bag into the freezer.
• If it’s relatively wet - like bananas or squash, arrange the food in slices or chunks on a piece of tinfoil or waxed paper and put that in the freezer, then come back in an hour or so and peel the food off of the paper and put the pieces into a bag, then back into the freezer.

Fruits and vegetables that are really juicy (watermelon, tomatoes, cucumbers) often don’t freeze well (or at least they don’t thaw well), but can be juiced or pureed and stored for later use (though I’m not quite sure what you’d use cucumber puree for, honestly).

This is ALSO a good place to remember that frozen fruits and veggies are just as healthy for you as fresh produce, and that putting a handful of frozen blueberries in your yogurt or mixing some frozen broccoli in with your mac and cheese counts as getting a serving of fruits or veggies.

(via bathtimefunduck)

ghastmaskzombie:

dwarvesandrobots:

theghostboy:

things i say that confuse and worry my coworkers:

• “happy birthday” every time i hand them something
  
• “well, that’s not ideal” whenever something is going wrong
  
• “we are in the timeline that god abandoned” whenever i’m mildly inconvenienced
• “can’t you see that your fighting is tearing this family apart?” whenever two or more coworkers are arguing
• referring to taking medication as “eating medicine”
• “time to go back to prison!” when putting animals back in their cages
• referring to inanimate objects as (s)he, particularly when i break something and say “oh no, he’s dead.” this concerns them especially when i follow it up with “that’s not ideal”
• “what are they gonna do, fire me?”
  

I work in a blood bank, and constantly refer to blood types as flavors, such as “Oh, you need two units? What flavor is he?” And my older coworkers just look at me confused but my coworker that’s my age doesn’t miss a beat and responds “A Pos”

This is the energy I aspire to.

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mythicalwashrag:

daenerys-targaryen:

I HATE YOU SUPREME COURT!!!

(via dramaticowl)

dramaticowl:

escuerzoresucitado:

[Image description: photograph of a white cat lying on its right side on the grass with its eyes closed. Across the bottom of the photo it reads “Dear July, be kind.” /End ID.]

Are you trapped on tumblr right now?

andythecorsair:

amaraqwolf:

amaraqwolf:

Is there something you planned to do before you got trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Are you yelling at yourself to get up and do the thing, but you can’t, because you’re trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Consider this your save point.

Put tumblr down, stand up, stretch, and go do the thing you planned to do. Future you will be incredibly grateful.

Things people in the notes have been able to do thanks to this post:

• eat breakfast
• go to bed
• get out of bed
• take a shower
• write
• practice
• watch Superman Returns and write a paper on it
• retain shreds of sanity

I need y’all to know that you’re doing amazing, and I’m so glad that I was able to help you break out of a procrastination loop you did not want to be stuck in.

Helpful post I’ve added to my queue in case it helps someone else at the random point when it’s posted.

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