You’re A Human Married To An Elf. It’s A Known Fact That Humans And Elves Go To Different Afterlives,

The dichotomy of tumblr

I don't know anything about England or Eastern Europe but I feel like Chavs and Slavs would greet each other like two dogs meeting in the park

don't forget to boop today!

I have almost no followers and so am probably screaming into the void here, but! An important addition to this:

Respiratory distress is the number one cause of cardiac arrest in children.

This isn't the case with adults (I believe the main cause is arrhythmia? but don't quote me) but kids? Absolutely. It's not a terribly intuitive thing - I think we usually expect people to stop breathing because their heart has stopped, but in children it's very much the other way around.

So this kind of thing is VITALLY IMPORTANT to remember when you're using things like essential oils and cleaning products that a child could be sensitive to! Their little bodies are fragile, and they really, REALLY need to breathe. Keep an eye out for respiratory issues in children, especially if there's something new that has been introduced into their environment.

Oh my god, food extract is not the same as an essential oil.

Food extract is the flavoring of something cooked down into a carrier oil or alcohol that is safe for human ingestion.

Essential oil is the pure extract of the plant refined down and distilled for concentrated medicinal purposes to a significantly higher strength than simply adding ground up mint leaves to your water. The two are not comparable in any way.

Cinnamon extract and cinnamon essential oil are not the same thing.

One is about 100 times the strength of the other and can also cause acute organ failure. I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the food extract.

Sweet gods I’m not trying to be mean, I want you to be aware and safe and stop putting yourselves and others at risk. Please.

That’s funny

Aw fuck

#24 on ur spotify wrapped describes how 2024 will go, how screwed r u

being at work while your personal life is falling apart has to be among the top 3 worst human experiences. You’re at your absolute lowest and someone wants to circle back on an email…… unreal

My best friend died today.

There are so many things I could say about him - that when I was afraid of the police after an incident he drove my car for months, that he lovingly insisted I try different foods until my tastes expanded, that we built my desktop computer together - but my mind is consumed by one thing.

When my wife and I went to visit him for the last time in late September, at one point I asked him what he was going to do with his writing. It was something we'd had in common from the very beginning; though the things we each wrote were very different, writing felt like breathing for both of us. We didn't share our work often, but the fact that we loved doing it was a fundamental facet of our friendship.

He told me that he hadn't really thought about what he was going to do with his work. Probably let it die with him, he said. And I looked him in the eyes, and said fuck it inside my head, and asked, "Would you let me read it?"

"It's all smut," he said.

I raised one challenging eyebrow. Do you even know me?

"...fair enough," he conceded, and then added, "but it's bad smut."

I raised the other eyebrow.

He laughed. "Yeah, fair enough. If you want it, you can have it."

"It's not like you'll be around to be embarrassed," I pointed out, and he laughed again. It had hurt to watch, because laughing made him cough. But I was getting used to it.

I watched him sort through all the documents and put them in the right folders. "Wow," he said after a bit, "I didn't realise I had eleven whole chapters of this one."

I leaned in, fascinated. "What's this one about?"

He frowned a little. "It's kind of like a fanfic? But not really. Sort of like... how Fifty Shades of Grey is to Twilight. It is, but it's more than that."

"Ah, yes, sort of a fanfic, how terrible," I said.

"...fair enough," he said.

When I got back to the hotel that night, I backed those files up in three places. I gazed at their names in fascination but didn't open them.

I am the curator of my best friend's writing. Every document he breathed life into, I can hold in my hands. Today I will open the chapters one by one, and read every word he wrote. I had never expected to be someone's fannish next of kin (and though much of his work is original, I think this still counts), but I am grateful, so grateful, for the honour.

In the days and weeks (and months, and years) to come, I will read his words over and over and marvel at his beautiful (dirty) mind. I will come to love his characters and his scenarios, and perhaps one day I will remix some of them. Breathe new life into pieces of his worlds even though he is no longer around to do it for himself.

I should be devastated. And I know that I will be, from time to time. I will be devastated and I will be angry and I will regret, so deeply, that we did not have more time. But for now in this moment I am honoured, honoured to have this piece of him still warm and breathing in my hands. I am uplifted by the works of art (no matter how bad they may or may not be) that I hold. Nothing could have ever been more precious.

I love you so deeply, Yang. Thank you for being mine, though our time together was shorter than I ever could have wanted or anticipated.

And thank you for trusting me.

happy crab day! <3333

Happy crab day to you as well!!! Thank you for the carcinisation. I can't remember how in the world (much less when) we started following each other, but you're always a constant on my dash and I appreciate it! ❤️🦀

saw this absolute king at the Paris Miku Expo