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i swear to god, when gen z becomes psychologists or therapists they'll probably ask what your favorite trope is and uncover like 100 different mental illnesses in the span of 2 minutes.

fitting that the single most famous Hollywood landmark is literally just a sign that says HOLLYWOOD in huge obtrusive letters. of course the most self-obsessed culture on the planet is obsessed with their own name. utterly shameless, love that energy

The good plot twists aren't the ones that are wild left turns out of nowhere, they're the ones that make all the other little things that didn't quite add up before suddenly click

So many TV shows/movies depict the Epi Pen as a total solution for anaphylaxis...it's not. The Epi Pen gives you 30 minutes to get to a hospital where they can save your life. TV makes it look like you just have to use the Epi Pen and then the crisis is over. Do people without allergies or a loved one with allergies know that an Epi Pen only buys you time? The more I see this on TV the more I worry...

**Maybe you should reblog this because I'm actually worried that most people don't know.

READ THE EPI PEN INSTRUCTIONS TOO!

-Don't cover the back end (blue) of the Epi Pen with your thumb.

-Make sure the Epi Pen clicks when you inject it in the thigh AND hold it down for several seconds.

My good people, I give you: Amatonormativity.

Videos that have helped me through Executive Dysfunction

cleaning:

self-care/hygiene:

exercise:

studying:

I mean, even if someone was faking it, like ?

I say let them use the wheelchair, the bandages, the medical ID, etc.

Because once they see that when you can walk and be not in pain, etc. its actually much more inconvenient to use a mobility aid.

Using a wheelchair isn't easy, using a cane isn't easy, being legally underpaid because you have a disability, being belittled and talked to like a child, and paying thousands when someone calls 911,

They suck.

And if an abled-bodied person wants to roll in our wheels for attention, they may just learn a thing or two about our ableist world

We are all fools in love.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE — 2005, dir. Joe Wright

RIP yahoo answers

Smashing Pots

Every now and then, people ask me if I should go to art school, and I usually say something like “Do you want to go to art school?” and if they say “Yes,” then I say “Yes,” and if they say “No,” then I say “Don’t.” This is why I am a crappy source of career advice.

However.

There is ONE class that I think nearly every writer, artist, and creative type out there would benefit from, and as it happens, it’s ceramics. Preferably with a strong wheel-throwing component.

No, really.

Back in ceramics class, in college, at the end of the year we would gather up all our dishes and pots and sculptures that we had labored over for weeks—and you really do labor for weeks, because you’re sculpting and drying and firing and glazing and firing again—and we would look at them. And what we generally realized was that we had created a lot of things that sucked. There is just a point where you hold this lumpy-ass thing in your hand and you realize that it has not added to the sum total of awesome in the universe—and that you don’t have to keep it. And then you wind up and fling it into the massive dumpster behind the ceramics studio and it smashes against the bottom and a demented exhilaration surges through you and you grab the next one and smash it and it is glorious. Now, there are people who do not smash their failed work, who cannot bear to do it, and so there was always a shelf full of sad lumpy clay things with a little “free to good home” sign on it. Some of them possibly were adopted eventually. Mostly, though, we learned to smash. Pottery, particularly wheel-throwing, is wonderful for this, incidentally. You fail over and over and you fail fast and you are creating quantity to lead to quality. You throw and throw and throw and things die on the wheel and things die when you take them off the wheel and things explode in the kiln and after you have made a dozen or two dozen or a thousand, none of them are precious any more. There is always more clay.

It breaks you of preciousness and perfectionism. You can’t fiddle for two hours with wet clay on the wheel getting it perfect. It’ll be an over-saturated lump of mud long before then. If the walls are thrown too thin, they are too thin. It’s not worth fixing. Start over. Do it again. Finish, don’t fiddle. I can’t do pottery any more because if I tried to hunch over a wheel these days, my back would go out so hard that I would never walk upright again. But I still think it was one of the most valuable classes I ever took, because it taught me to acknowledge failure, not to fear it, and then smash the hell out of it.

I need a Haikyuu!! wiki that documents what every character calls every other character. There are certain patterns (Takeda adds “kun” to their names, third years call kouhai by last names alone usually) but some characters are harder (such as Noya calling Tanaka “Ryuu” when Tanaka calls Noya “Noya-san”) I went through a few chapters and got a list started. Please feel free to add to/edit this list! It is very incomplete. Note: suffixes sometimes drop during matches.

Hinata to Kageyama: Kageyama or Kageyama-kun Hinata to Noya: Noya-san or Nishinoya-san or Nishinoya-senpai (on special occasions..!) Hinata to Suga: Sugawara-san Hinata to Tanaka: Tanaka-san Hinata to Tsukishima: Tsukishima Hinata to Asahi: Asahi-san Hinata to Kiyoko: Shimizu-senpai* Hinata to Kenma: Kenma Hinata to Takeda: Takeda-sensei

Kageyama to Hinata: Hinata Kageyama to Suga: Sugawara-san or Suga-san Kageyama to Asahi: Azumane-san or Asahi-san Kageyama to Noya: Nishinoya-san

Tanaka to Hinata: Hinata Tanaka to Noya: Noya-san or Noya Tanaka to Asahi: Asahi-san Tanaka to Daichi: Daichi-san Tanaka to Takeda: Take-chan (lol!) Tanaka to Kageyama: Kageyama

Suga to Noya: Nishinoya Suga to Asahi: Asahi Suga to Daichi: Daichi Suga to Kageyama: Kageyama Suga to Hinata: Hinata Suga to Shimada: Shimada-san Suga to Yamaguchi: Yamaguchi Suga to Kiyoko: Shimizu

Daichi to Suga: Suga Daichi to Asahi: Asahi Daichi to Tanaka: Tanaka Daichi to Takeda: Sensei Daichi to Noya: Nishinoya Daichi to Ennoshita: Ennoshita Daichi to Kiyoko: Shimizu Daichi to Yui: Michimiya

Noya to Asahi: Asahi-san Noya to Hinata: Shouyou Noya to Tanaka: Ryuu Noya to Tsukishima: Tsukishima Noya to Kageyama: Kageyama Noya to Yamaguchi: Yamaguchi Noya to Daichi: Daichi-san Noya to Kiyoko: Kiyoko-san Noya to Ennoshita: Chikara

Tsukishima to Kageyama: Your Highness or Kageyama Tsukishima to Yamaguchi: Yamaguchi Tsukishima to Hinata: Hinata Tsukishima to Asahi: Azumane-san Tsukishima to Ukai: Ukai-san Tsukishima to Kiyoko: Shimizu-senpai

Yamaguchi to Tsukishima: Tsukki Yamaguchi to Yachi: Yachi-san

Yachi to Tsukishima: Tsukishima-kun

Kiyoko to Yachi: Hitoka-chan

Asahi to Suga: Suga Asahi to Noya: Nishinoya (I think also Yuu at times?) Asahi to Hinata: Hinata Asahi to Kageyama: Kageyama Asahi to Tsukishima: Tsukishima Asahi to Yachi: Yacchan

Takeda to Noya: Nishinoya-kun Takeda to Ukai: Ukai-kun Takeda to Hinata: Hinata-kun Takeda to Kiyoko: Shimizu-san Takeda to Suga: Sugawara-kun

Ukai to Takeda: Sensei

Akaashi to Bokuto: Bokuto-san Akaashi to Kuroo: Kuroo-san

Kuroo to Tsukishima: Glasses-kun then Tsukki Kuroo to Hinata: Shorty Kuroo to Kenma: Kenma

Kenma to Kuroo: Kuro Kenma to Hinata: Shouyou

Inuoka to Hinata: Shouyou

Bokuto to Kuroo: Kuroo-kun Bokuto to Tsukishima: Glasses-kun then Tsukki Bokuto to Akaashi: Akaashi

Yaku to Lev: Lev Yaku to Suga: Suga-kun

Lev to Yaku: Yaku-san

Oikawa to Daichi: Sawamura-kun Oikawa to Iwaizumi: Iwa-chan Oikawa to Kageyama: Tobio-chan (just “Tobio” when speaking about him to others) Oikawa to Ushijima: Ushiwaka-chan Oikawa to Hinata: Shorty

Iwaizumi to Oikawa: Oikawa Iwaizumi to Kageyama: Kageyama

Shimada to Yamaguchi: Tadashi

Ushijima to Oikawa: Oikawa

Yui to Daichi: Sawamura

* when speaking to Kiyoko, Hinata starts out with “Ki” and then corrects himself to Shimizu-senpai

So um I've never done this before but I have a theory about Macbeth that I really wanted to get more opinions on☺️.

So basically many people already know about how Macbeth may have PTSD and I want to take that further by saying that Banquo also had PTSD and they both hallucinated the witches.

First of all only these 2 characters were said to have had any interactions with the witches, so taking that what if these witches were only saying what Macbeth and Banquo wanted to hear. As in their deep inner thoughts. It is hinted that Macbeth would have loved to be king so it is possible that the witches were the bit inside if him that was his greed (I'm sorry idk how to explain this very well) and also this would not have been the only time Macbeth hallucinated, the dagger if the mind and Banquo at the banquet scene. So I see nothing against them being hallucinations especially if it is confirmed that he could've imagined humans during the banquet scene. Also little bit that during the banquet scene Lady Macbeth says that this is an old sickness from childhood and even though it's just an excuse it still goes so why not.

Now with Banquo he had a great heart so despite the fact that he didn't get to be king but his son does, he takes no action on the matter unlike Macbeth. So he also could've wanted that deep down.

It is also hinted that Lady Macbeth has lost a child and I think that it could have had some sort of mental illness too.

According to this random website I found online she had symptoms similar to PTSD so she could also be hallucinating or not in her right mind. We see this where she says "Out damned spot..." trying to get the non-existent blood out of her hands. Also it says guilt. Guilt that she felt after killing King Duncan. This probably really messed her up (as we saw) and might have been the overload that caused her to die (cuz we don't know the real reason).

So yeah that's my theory. Um, I'm not really sure what I was trying to prove but yeah.

😂😂😂

Wow.

So I just had a thought

What if supernatural creatures don’t exist anymore? What if they did once, but through the years, they slowly mixed in with humans?

You can see the blood of fairies in the way a ballet dancer hovers in mid air before he or she hits the ground. You can see it in the way that middle school girl never forgets when someone makes her a promise. You can see it in how that one little boy in the kindergarten class seems more comfortable in the forest on that field trip than the others.

You can see the blood of dryads in hikers who never trip over roots. You can see it in that suburban grandmother never lets any of her garden die. You can see it in that one kid who climbs a tree faster than his friends, barely looking at the branches as he goes.

You can see the blood of naiads in the way a professional swimmer seems to command the water to help them. You can see it in how a cross country runner needs a water break more often than his teammates. You can see it in the way that one girl in your class always has a water bottle on her desk.

You can see the blood of mermaids in a surfer who can be tossed around underwater for a long time without drowning. You can see it in a teenage boy who doesn’t have to pretend to be unbothered by the pressure when he races his friends to the bottom of a swimming pool. You can see it in the little girl who wades into every stream she sees on a hike without quite knowing why.

You can see the blood of sirens in people who never have a problem with getting people to date them. You can see it in that soprano who can hit notes most of her fellows can only dream of. You can see it in the camp counselor who all the straight girls have a crush on, who can play guitar and sing better than any of the others.

You can see the blood of shapeshifters in the way an actor adjusts their personality to become their character with scary accuracy. You can see it in the subconscious, barely noticeable changes a tween girl’s eyes make to match her outfit better. You can see it in the way you always lose that one friend in a crowd if you’re not careful, because he’s just too good at blending in.

People who carry the blood of werewolves don’t change with the full moon anymore, but you can still see it in the way your best friend always knows something is wrong, though even they don’t know they’re smelling the changes in your body chemistry. You can see it in the way that one guy always seems to eat more than the reasonable amount of red meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You can see it in the way that one werido never has a problem when the teacher turns off the lights before a PowerPoint presentation because her eyes adjust quicker and better than yours.

The blood of supernatural creatures may have mostly faded away. But if you look closely, you can still see it.