Boat City Blues

This tumblr just got complicated.

Not cool.Jay tangled in a fishing line on the tree. Dead. Not long,I don’t think.

  • 1: Take a picture of your workspace.
  • 2: Show your pencil case and what's inside.
  • 3: Show a thing you last drew, no matter how small or a "doodle" it is.
  • 4: Lineart or coloring?
  • 5: Who/what inspires you?
  • 6: Draw a same pic with your dominant and non-dominant hand.
  • 7: Do you have any OCs?
  • 8: Do you listen to music when you draw? Favorites?
  • 9: Favorite thing to draw?
  • 10: Least favorite thing to draw?
  • 11: Draw a pic of yourself like how you look just now.
  • 12. Any weird artist behavior you admit doing?

I mowed the lawn today, for the last time before winter. When I mow the lawn, I listen to Welcome to Night Vale- but I ran out of episodes, so I switched to a real world history podcast at the end.

Boy, did that feel WEIRD.

There are browser extension thingies that can get you around that…

Yeah, I have them. There are also many streaming sites that don’t care where I’m from. :) I’ll be all right.

brainstatic:

prismatic-bell:

the-goddamazon:

anestivega:

brainstatic:

This is the English word I want to get tattooed on my wrist. It means “to keep breathing even though the water rises all around you.” English is such a mystical exotic language. They can fit so much meaning into so small a word.

Bwahaha!

LOLOLOLOL

Okay, that is not fucking nice. You wouldn’t like it if you tattooed something on your arm thinking it meant something else and people just laughed instead of correcting you before it was too late.
SCUBA is an acronym, OP.

When will the Lord come to take me home.

YES you still keep getting those :D At least this one was well-meaning.

brainstatic:

prismatic-bell:

the-goddamazon:

anestivega:

brainstatic:

This is the English word I want to get tattooed on my wrist. It means “to keep breathing even though the water rises all around you.” English is such a mystical exotic language. They can fit so much meaning into so small a word.

Bwahaha!

LOLOLOLOL

Okay, that is not fucking nice. You wouldn’t like it if you tattooed something on your arm thinking it meant something else and people just laughed instead of correcting you before it was too late.

SCUBA is an acronym, OP.

When will the Lord come to take me home.

YES you still keep getting those :D At least this one was well-meaning.

Yep, thought so. Well, at least I didn’t have to give up my email address in order to find this out.

Back to the streams I go.

Yo, nickelodeon , I’m probably not going to be able to get any further anyway because I’m in the wrong country, but THIS SCREEN MAKES ME NOT WANT TO EVEN TRY. >:(

I know, statistics. And it wouldn’t hurt your statistics to have a box that says ‘other’ or allows personal input.

…I mean I dearly hope it’s only for the purpose of statistics.

unfuckyourhabitat:

This week we’re going back to the basics: Put it away, not down. Save yourself from wasting time and creating a mess by dealing with every item you handle the right way, right away.

Don’t put that coffee cup down on the counter, wash it or put it in the dishwasher. Bringing purchases into the house? Put them away and stash the bags right away. When you kick your shoes off at the end of the day, put them back where they belong instead of leaving them wherever they fall.

Put it away, not down.

The exact opposite of the story of my life.

I’m sorry. Yeah, she’s an asshole, and you were right.

If you’re apologising for talking about this, don’t, because I started it. And then I changed my mind and decided I didn’t want to talk about it because *insert fart noise*

If you’re just saying you’re sorry about me having to deal with her, then thank you :)

(I am overthinking this aren’t I :P )

Yeah. Her being a jerk literally has no emotional toll on her, while you having to deal with her unapologetic pro-murder opinions IS exhausting. It’s not the same at all.

She was laughing and I was shaking and crying. Literally. Because she was talking about how everything is perfect and no one is being hurt, while I was talking about how people got really really hurt.

Eh, anyway, I shouldn’t have brought this back up again :D Let’s not talk about that jerk anymore :) :) (thanks for the support, though)

brainstatic:

spookyjennacoleman:

smitethepatriarchy:

holymashedpotatoesbatman:

klinki:

self diagnosing is so hard because everytime you’re like “maybe I am mentally ill” theres also a big part of you going “nah you’re probably just a naturally lazy/nasty/disgusting/useless person trying to find an excuse for your behavior” because of the institutionalized ableism that runs through everything

So go to the doctor and get an actual diagnosis?

Why don’t poor people just buy more money?

I mean, also, the moment you put a diagnosis on paper, or even VISIT a psych, you now have something you need to report to future employers/insurance/etc. you might be needing and you risk getting fired/higher insurance rates/etc. which keeps you broke. Funny how that happens.

I’ve never had to report visiting a psychiatrist to any employer. I’m not even sure it’s legal for them to ask that. I’m not commenting on the rest of this, but I don’t think that part is accurate.

Going back to the original post, I think the biggest problem is finding a doctor who’s going to be a good match for you, make you feel comfortable, accurately diagnose you, and not mistake valid parts of your identity for disorders. How are you supposed to know?…Good question.

I think what that means is actually 'I want you to discuss this with me until I can wear you down and convince you to validate my bigotry.' I doubt it's etiquette so much as entitlement (although you might have been using 'etiquette' flippantly, in which case, sorry for the 'splaining).
magicmattie magicmattie Said:

I was! But no worries, because to be honest she still managed to make me feel uncertain of whether I hadn’t been impolite, so…that sort of ‘splaining makes me feel stronger about it. She was trying to make me feel like she was more mature because she could discuss this..when in fact it’s perfectly okay for me NOT to want to discuss it with her. I don’t have to talk to anyone I don’t want to talk to and I don’t have to give respect to viewpoints I find offensive.

Sometimes this really seems to shock people. They appear genuinely upset when I say ‘this conversation is over’ or ‘I’m actually not interested in debating this with you.’ There’s an expectation that if you care about social justice and political issues, you’re always ‘on.’ You’re always ready to debate, you’re always ready to have theoretical discussions about your own lived experiences and the issues you care about, you’re always ready to defend yourself. That’s manifestly ridiculous and unjust, an expectation that’s simply not reasonable.

Sometimes, I Just Don’t Have Time for Individual Fights | this ain’t livin’ (via brutereason)

Setting boundaries/self preservation <3

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Ha, this reminds me of that lovely conversation I had during a road trip the other day with a racist jerk, when I told her I was done and didn’t want to talk to her anymore, she said she found my attitude insulting to her and that she didn’t know why I wasn’t interested in conversing with someone who has different opinions.

I had apparently breached some strange rule of etiquette that says you must continue to talk to a person even if you find their opinions so disgusting and appalling that you don’t want to have anything to do with them.

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2ndworldwarineurope:

Evacuation of Polish Civilians from the Soviet Union to Persia, 1942

"When Poland was attacked by the Nazis on 1 September, the Red Army also invaded on 17 September 1939. As a result of the Soviet invasion enormous numbers of Polish soldiers and civilians were deported by the NKVD to various locations in the Soviet Union; many ended up in the Gulag camps in Siberia, others were send to exile in Kazakhstan. After the German invasion of the Soviet Union and signing of the Sikorski-Mayski Agreement arrangements were made for the release of the Poles in Russian captivity, both civilians and military. Persia was the country to which many of them went at first. Transit camps were opened for them (Pahlevi, Mashhad, Tehran) where they were well fed and hospitalised. Then they were given the opportunity to join the fighting services (2nd Polish Corps) or to take up other useful war work. These photographs show a typical Polish refugee family - one of the lucky ones that survived and didn’t become separated - tramping over mountains from Russia into Persia, their reception at a camp etc. Their name is Kowalski which can be translated into English as Smith.

The Kowalski family resting during their journey on foot from the Soviet Union over the mountains into Persia.” (source)

These deportations branch out to amazing stories. For example, the Maharaja Jam sahib Digvijaysinhji sheltered a bunch of Polish kids, and other Indian maharajas took his example, so that about five thousand Polish refugee kids survived the war in India.

Others ended up as far as New Zealand during the first ever NZ refugee rescue effort- they are known as the Children of Pahiatua.

(via ooksaidthelibrarian)