the turtle tho :D
Okay, so here’s thing that maybe some people might benefit from knowing:
I went to art college. I loved advertising and thought of it as art, and I wanted to be an art director, and get paid to come up with quirky Volkswagen ads and such. I really thought I was going to be one of those people who gets paid to do what they love, so it’s not like work at all! Whee! :D
By the time I graduated, I realized two things. One: advertising is actually kind of sinister. Two: I don’t really have the discipline and dedication that it takes to thrive in such a competitive field.
So I got a job in a warehouse. On paper, this makes me look like some kind of failure. I had a dream, and I botched it, and got stuck with Generic Clerical Job #743.
A few years later, the warehouse closed and we all got laid off. We had six months notice, though, to figure out what we wanted to do. I’d had a co-worker there who was deaf, and I learned sign language so we could chat. She was a wonderful, hilarious person, and she took me to deaf events and I met awesome people and felt accomplished. So I said, “I’m going to go back to school, and be a deaf interpreter. Then I can get paid to do what I love — for realsies this time!”
After a mere three weeks of classes, I was like, “Wow. Now that I’m pursuing this as a career, it’s not fun anymore.” I dropped out and stayed in my rinky-dink office job. Still looking like a failure over here.
But that’s when it occurred to me: maybe my whole deal was that I could only enjoy something if I was doing it on my terms. Once it became a job, and I had to follow someone else’s rules in exchange for money, I lost interest.
So ever since then, I have embraced boring office jobs with no responsibility, because at 5 o’clock I am done and I get to go home and do whatever I want. All those dolls you see on my DA? I made whichever ones I felt like making, and then sold them for charity. Most of them found homes, even though they’re not to-order. Whenever someone does ask, “Hey, I’ll pay you $40 if you make _____,” I’m just like uggghhhh nooooooo.
Same with fanfic. I just write whatever the hell I want, and it is a fortunate coincidence people seem to like it. But writing what someone else tells me to write for money? How about no.
So, the moral of the story is: Indian food. Wait no, that was the moral of yesterday’s post. The moral of today’s post is, Not getting paid for your personal set of talents, or not getting paid to do the thing you love, does not make you a failure. You might even end up being a happier person for it.
(To be fair, it probably helps that I also never bought a house or car, never got married, and never had kids. Literally my biggest responsibility to anything besides my own happiness is running a D&D group. I’ve heard that the kids and the marriage and the whatnot can be rewarding, but I guess that depends on what kind of rewards you want out of life. *shrug*)
Everything about this answer is perfection.
I haven’t really figured out what I want out of life yet, but I’m sure that even if I manage to cook up a consistent dream, I would never be able to get the job I wanted (or otherwise I would probably hate it or something). I think I’m also just going to aim for something with an acceptable sufficient payment / low responsibility ratio. It’s probably for the best.
me: it’s sad how many D&D players can’t spell rogue.
me: that would be a hilarious name for a rogue. or a multiclass barbarian rogue. illiterate so he can’t spell.
friend: a barbarian could never be a rogue, he’d be too loud
me: yeaah… “I steal his pants.” “you are never going to make that roll.” “no, you don’t get it. this is an INTIMIDATE roll. he is going to give me his pants or die.”
Is this permament?
#every time i see this on my dash the top pic leads me to believe the next one will say#’when you fell from heaven?’#and then of course it doesn’t and i want to curl into a ball and weep as per ushe but#let’s all take a moment of silence to imagine steve getting so frustrated with seeing bucky for a second#before he runs away#that he starts using that second to yell the really terrible pickup lines that tony’s been suggesting via text for weeks#HEY BUCKY I LOST MY UNDERWEAR CAN I SEE YOURS?#I’M SORRY BUCKY I’M AN ARTIST IT’S MY JOB TO STARE AT BEAUTIFUL MEN#C’MON BUCKY YOU’VE GOT TO BE TIRED BY NOW; YOU’VE BEEN RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND ALL DAY#sam standing behind him shaking with silent laughter because it’s laugh or cry#bucky actually stopping for longer and longer every time to stare at steve in abject bewilderment#until eventually steve turns bright red and is like#THAT SHIRT IS VERY BECOMING ON YOU BUCKY AND IF I WERE ON YOU I’D BE—#and bucky finally cracks#yells JESUS ROGERS I’LL COME WITH YOU JUST DON’T FUCKING FINISH THAT ONE#in summary: this fandom has stripped me of my ability to make sense#catws spoilers#we’re not a team we’re a time bomb (via gyzym)
or, you know, teach people not to rape other people…
Sadly, even if you teach people not to rape, they’ll do it anyway if they really want to, so these are still helpful in the event of rape, OR assault.
These self defense tips are not here to tell a person not to get raped, they are here to tell a person what to do in the event where someone is attempting to rape or assault them.
We do need to teach people not to rape, but we do not yet live in a world where rape and assault does not happen, and until we do, it’s important that we know how to protect ourselves in the event that it does happen.
Someone get tumblr user shinjaninja a medal.
This is something that some Navy SEALs taught girls in my gym class in high school. But there’s another rather effective (and kinda cool) tactic to use.
They used myself (A tall kid at the time, not very big but rather tall) and a rather skinny, tiny short girl for a demonstration. They had me grab the girl’s neck from behind—as pictured in the bottom left—and keep her in a tight headlock. Then the SEALs instructed the girl to drop to one knee and allow gravity to flip me over her shoulder onto my fucking head.
That’s right. No matter how small you might be, or how big and strong your attacker is, you can shift their center of gravity against them and flip them over shoulder with little to no effort on your part, allowing you time to land a blow and get the fuck out of there. And ever since then, I’ve taught my female friends that trick if time and circumstance ever allowed.
Stay safe, ladies.
Imma add another tip:
Pointer and middle finger right under the jaw and push up. Try it, it hurts like hell, and it will get them to lift their head up at which point you can kick or elbow loose.
That one, and under the nose, too. Place your thumb under it, and shove upward. They’ll either back off out of reflex, or you’ll break their nose. Plus, it will shatter their concentration, and they won’t be able to keep a grip on you, which will let you get loose, and give you an opportunity to either escape, or employ another tactic.
Everyone needs to see this. Spread it
A Softer World 1087
One thousand years of sobbing: an autobiography
i appreciate febricant’s #death would be kinder tag.
Hulk sick of new Bird Friends.
why he lick me
THIS IS SUPER COOL THOUGH IF YOU UNDERSTAND HORSES. LIKE THAT NIPPING IS A GROOMING BEHAVIOR HORSE’S DO TO BOND AND TO MAINTAIN AND IMPROVE SOCIAL BONDS. SO THAT HORSE IS BASICALLY TREATING THE CAT AS PART OF THE HERD AND SUSTAINING THE FRIENDLY BOND.
IT IS SAYING, “this tiny horse is very tiny but we are friends. Look at my tiny friend.”
Horses and cats get along really well actually! Cats in barns scare away all the rats and mice that frighten the horses. SO it’s less like the horse accepting it into the ‘herd’ as the horse saying ‘thank you, brave warrior, for protecting me from the scary chitter beasts.’
WHOSOEVER HOLDS THIS HAMMER, IF SHE BE WORTHY, SHALL POSSESS THE POWER OF THOR.
ACTUAL GODDESS NATASHA ROMANOV
I always knew she was one :D
As is so often true of comics, a lot of the awesome is in the details. Natasha can’t move the Hammer when she first reaches it. What makes her worthy at the end when she apparently wasn’t worthy just seconds before? Look at panels 2-3 again. Natasha’s got that big ogre right on top of her with his club already going back to strike … and instead of shooting it to save herself, she uses her last shot to bring down the flying reptile that’s chasing that fleeing shuttle. That act of self-sacrifice in the face of certain death is what made her worthy.
Really seriously flabbergasted and concerned about this.
This is terrifying and very important.
I thought this would be some sort of extreme shit or parody but
I started giggling because the sheer horror I felt looking at this meant I either broke down or laughed
This is terrifying.
Happy FUCKING Passover >:(