If You Put Somthing Under The Black Line With The Lower Opacity Then Whatever Under The Line Will Show

be pro-aging but wear sun screen. sun protection is not beauty industry propaganda it will save you. wear it. or else.

it just registered to me that i might be physically disabled, but im scared to say it outloud

rant below the cut

my dad has EDS and i have all the syptoms, just less seveare, ive spent over an hour in the bathroon about to cry in pain, my shoulders almost constantly ache, one time a few years ago it got so bad so suddenly i felt like something was broken, for a couple days, my wrist and ankle amost are always just, uncomftable and ive been so nauseos i couldnt sleep all night cuz i was dry heaving because i got slightly sick, i use my dads topicle pain medicine on my wrist consistently and ocantially shoulders, hell ill get nausos if i drink to much to fast

but im still scared to say im disabled because unless its a flair up i can do most things (or im being stoped for mental reasons not physical),

but ive had times where i couldnt breath becuase my girl scout troop was hiking to fast, i cough like im dying when im fine,

i just started using a wrist brace my parents already had for my right wrist and it helps so much, i might need to fing the one for the other wrist and i also might need to get ankle braces, but i feel as though im faking it even though i know im not

please someone help me feel a but better about this

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How does the spooder sleep?

A study on drider sleep positions.

The belly sleeper - not as comfy as it looks - looks like you face planted - standing up is fast

2. The side sleeper - comfy - spider leg salad 3. The dead spider - you look pretty dead - comfy for the drow spine - standing up involves a lot of wriggling

4. The sleeping giraffe - hella cute - spine will hurt tho

So Arizona launched an “education hotline” that allows “concerned parents” to report “””critical race theory””” and other things like ~gender identity~ being taught in the classroom

It would be a shame if the number and email were spread to bad actors looking to prank call the AZ Department of Education

602-771-3500 or empower @ azed .gov 🤡

Dean asks Cas to teach him Enochian.

So Cas teaches him Enochian.

They sit together in the bunker - chairs next to each other, elbow to elbow, books spread out around them, and Dean learns the language of the Angels from his own.

Dean makes quips about Cas being his teacher, and offhandedly asks what he can possibly do to get extra credit.... Cas looks at him with complete and utter incomprehension while Dean has an internal meltdown at how that came out without meaning it to.

Dean's actually very focused when he has a goal - so he studies and he reads and he's genuinely a good student. He practices his pronunciation (which Cas has said 'is fine' but said it with the expression of someone in pain, so he knows it sucks) while he's cooking or in the shower, and Sam remarks more than once how Dean could have gone to college.

Dean still gets frustrated when he can't remember a certain word too many times, or can't wrap his head around a specific turn of phrase, but he also kind of loves it when he says something and Cas smiles with amusement at what he's said. It dawns on him that he's the one speaking strangely in Cas's language now, instead of the other way around.

The first time Dean speaks in almost fluent conversational Enochian he is so proud and pleased but Cas looks like hes going to throw up, and Dean thinks he must have got something wrong again. He doesn't know that Cas is having to physically hold himself back from immediately exiting his vessel and shattering every window in Lebanon with the force of his joy.

this doesn’t have a fake answer and i know earnest polls get reblogged less. but uh…… what if i ask nicely.

Foxglove!

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me