I die a little inside every time someone says history is boring. History is one long, epic adventure with battles to be fought, royal scandals to be gossiped about, human rights to be protected. It can be comic and tragic, and it exhibits both the very best and the very worst of human nature. History is all about seemingly ordinary people doing extraordinary things, and that is why we all want to be remembered by it.
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Helpful to remember when you’re having a POTS spell. The squat can be done assisted by a wall or chair. Adjust as needed.
Squats tend to do the opposite of help me but the leg crossing one has been helpful!!
I don’t know what POTS is but maybe this will help someone
POTS is short for postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome!
it’s a condition in which standing up causes things like dizzy spells / greyed vision / collapsing / weakness / fainting / difficulty breathing, etc.
mostly because of bad circulation and low blood pressure.If standing up makes your head rush, then doing the above should help!
Holy freaking crap. I have NEVER seen a POTS resources post, I don’t think, and definitely not in cute comic form. (It’s a super rare, obscure thing so there’s just not much help out there.) And yes, it really sucks. Thank you so much!
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I found my very own High-Quality (…lol ”quality”) pic of Trash Fire Jesus Luke, so does this mean I give myself a 1K fic of my choosing? Does someone else write it for me? I don’t know what any of these rules are please help me.
leupagus: #what a weird old man #what a weird old face #weird nose #weird eyes #weird skunk beard #I am so violently into it guys #rock me trash fire jesus #I just want a 100k fic about TFA-style Mara Jade #played by Octavia Spencer #being like undercover as the space pirate who brings that weird old hermit dude supplies once a month #and one day she rolls up and Luke and Rey are playing Force Tennis or whatever and is like ‘okay here’s the deal' #‘I am super dupes supposed to kill you but the thing is that there’s a bunch of First Order dickwads coming' #‘and they’re going to murder you WAY WORSE AND MEANER than I was planning #‘so come with me if you want to live marginally longer than you were gonna live anyway' #and Luke and Rey and Mara all have a galactic space adventure #I’m just saying #anyway yeah this is all really good for me in the sense of being perfectly awful for me #I am so sexually miserable right now #oh my god robot hand me on it
Update: NOBODY’S EVEN OFFERED to write me fic, you are all bastards
THIS IS ONLY 500 WORDS BUT WHATEVER
“you remind me of someone on jakku,” says rey, the fourth night they’re huddled around luke skywalker’s cave fire in awkward silence.
something like a smile tugs at the corner of luke’s mouth. “i remind you of an old man on a desert planet?” he sighs and the smile is gone. “me too.”
rey’s learned that if she allows for luke’s mopey, vague insights, she loses track of the conversation. “some of the scavengers would group up. they didn’t have a home like me. they’d huddle around a fire they built in a composter bin and growl at anyone who came too close.”
the smile is definitely gone now. luke scowls at his fire. “i don’t growl.”
“the trash fire savior of the galaxy,” rey muses aloud.
the only break from the monotony of the sighing, lonely wind and the waves crashing against the rocks and r2d2’s rude comments about luke’s abode is when a ship zooms out of lightspeed, idles a few minutes, and leaves several units of mysterious packages lighter.
the first time the ship dropped off supplies after rey arrived, the pilot found rey and luke in a silent stare-off on the highest point of the cliff.
“oh, that’s new,” said the pilot, apparently referring to rey. “you lost? you need a lift off this rock? you here on purpose? oh god, you’re here on purpose.”
rey glanced at her out of curiosity and got force-pushed off the cliff for her troubles. she spent the next half-hour clinging to a rock and trying not to fall, and listening to the pilot telling luke he’s a weird old man while luke growled back.
“leia misses you,” rey tries once. luke stalks off to some secret cave she hasn’t found yet and doesn’t emerge for days. rey amuses herself by rearranging his living room cave. when he comes back it’s purple and green with flowers and seaweed. he doesn’t take the stuff down, so that’s a point to rey.
the supplies ship shows up off schedule. rey’s up on top of it immediately. any excitement is better than solving the mystery of whether luke has actually bathed in the decade he’s been here.
“get on the ship,” says the pilot. she says it to a shrub nearby, which turns out to be hiding luke. rey fumes. he hasn’t been hiding in secret caves after all.
“why should i?” he asks.
“because i said so, skywalker.”
before the conversation can get any more childish, the pilot takes a blaster out of her holster and aims it at luke.
rey waits for him to force-knock it out of the pilot’s hand, but he just quirks an eyebrow.
“oh no,” he says. “you’ve got me.”
“wait, what?” says rey. “are we really doing this?”
“the first order is coming to torture, maim, and kill both of you, kid,” says the pilot over her shoulder. “come with me if you want to live slightly longer than you would if you stayed. maybe even the same length of time, but in a lot less pain.”
luke shrugs and heads toward the ship’s open docking bay. he halts at the top of the ramp, raising his skeletal robot hand to beckon to rey. “come on, padawan.”
“this is super dumb,” says rey. predictably, no one listens to her.
PERFECTION
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This is a serious thing. Im curious how many people over the course of year(s) kept the same tumblr handle. A ton of the people I follow have changed their over time.
As far as I know Im one of the few who havent. Few being relative as there are millions of tumblr users. But yeah.
Social experiment.
If you HAVE changed your URL Click Here
(via johanirae)
poe canonically gets super excited about cool-looking spacecrafts (he describes a TIE fighter as having a “deadly beauty” in the tfa novelization, god) so i’m just imagining poe gushing on and on to finn about his favorite types of space ships, and finn’s just like “you’re SUCH a nerd but i love you anyway” and is happy to listen to every word because poe’s so cute when he’s excited
And Rey casually bringing up her scavenging inside dozens of Stardestroyer’s and her new ownership of the Falcon, and Poe’s face just falls in shock before lighting up as he starts reciting about the Battle of Jakku with the air battles and the many exploits of the Millennium Falcon she never heard about. Finn just points a look at her saying “now he’s at it for hours, good job,” but he’s trying and failing to look exasperated while he’s fighting this huge goofy grin and stars in his eyes because he’s like “wow I love you two too much, I can’t ever be mad at you two for long.”
“No you’re not serious!”
“I am! The breach was on the right side, made by an X-Wing?”
“Yes!”
“I pulled salvage from that ship! Nobody managed to make the climb before I came along! There were compressor coils and functioning actuators that I took from the X-Wing wreckage and–”
“Woahwoahwoah,” Poe said, waving his hands to stop Rey. “That was the Blue Leader X-Wing: The ship that turned the tide of the Battle of Jakku by taking out the flagship Star Destroyer and you pulled salvage from it?”
Rey blinked and then wet her lips, not sure if the pilot was upset or impressed.
“Yeah…?” she said, voice breaking, ending on a questioning high note of uncertainty. Poe let out a noise somewhere between a shout and a laugh. He laced his fingers behind his neck as he leaned back, expression incredulous. Rey still wasn’t sure if he approved or not.
“Holy shit,” Poe said after a second. He laughed. “Holy shit!” he repeated, “That’s incredible!” Rey released a quiet breath of relief and mirrored the grin on Poe’s face. He leaned forward, reclasping his hands in front of him. “You know that Star Destroyer was responsible for fourteen Imperial victories after the destruction of the second Death Star? When Blue Leader–the pilot’s name was Remi Jouin–was critically damaged, the fleet was meant to retreat. His ship was on the way down, and would have been deflected off of the Stardestroyer’s shields. But Remi made a last-second lightspeed jump that phased him through the shields and crashed him straight in to the command bridge. Oh his way down he went over the comms and said–”
“–hold your ground and give them hell for me,” Rey finished for him, practically bouncing in her seat. Poe blinked at her.
“I’m sorry, you’ve heard this story before?” He asked, brows knitting together.
“No,” Rey said, grinning so widely her cheeks hurt. She leaned forward, as if to share a secret. “I didn’t just pull compressor coils and actuators from the wreckage. I took the black box. I had it in my shelter on Jakku.” Poe visibly started in his seat.
“Y-…” he stuttered, laying his palms against the table. “You’re serious?” he whispered. Rey nodded.
“I had a screen I could hook it up to so I could–” Poe stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair as he did. Finn, who had been dozing with his head propped up on one hand, jumped and blinked sleepily at the sudden commotion. Poe swept around the table, seizing Rey’s wrist as he did and dragging her out of her chair after him.
“What’s going on?” Finn asked, half standing.
“We’re going to Jakku!” Poe called over his shoulder. Finn ran a tired hand over his face, a deep frown set in to his expression.
“Jakku…? Wha… why do you always want go go back to Jakku?”
(via bronzedragon)
one of the most important things to me about harry potter is its portrayal of happiness. in the harry potter world, happiness isn’t just a feeling—it’s a weapon. look at how harry and his friends fight: with riddikulus, laughter stymies a creature made of fear; with expecto patronum, the very memory of happiness beats back the grim forces of depression.
the weaponization of positivity stretches beyond that. fred and george weasley’s inventions, meant for laughter, turn into arms against umbridge’s regime. and after their departure from hogwarts, their joke shop becomes not only the single bright spot in diagon alley (literally & figuratively) but a hub of defensive magic. the whole weasleys’ wizard wheezes narrative serves as maybe the clearest example in the series that happiness can act as both shield and sword.
there is something deeply empowering in a depiction of happiness as something so tangible and usable. as a profoundly depressed person, i often feel myself scrounging for happy memories and clutching them close; i find myself grasping for laughter in the dark. the physicalization of expecto patronum is not a quantum leap from reality. the boggart’s laughter as combat fuel, the weasleys’ levity as not just a choice but a difficult and defiant one—it’s all familiar.
the series has its share of darkness, but it revels most in the light. it lets us believe that the act of joy is not small, trivial, or inconsequential. happiness is something not just to be lived—it is to be wielded, on your own behalf and the behalves of the people around you, to battle against the world’s heavier elements. harry potter teaches us this.
(via lupinatic)
For those of you who don’t already know, there is a petition going around to actually stock binders in stores (like Walmart/Kmart/Target etc.)!!!
ALSO, people who don’t bind. Please, can I have your attention?
Here is your chance to exercise your allyship. Sign this petition. It can be very, very difficult for people who bind to get access to effective binders. They often resort to harmful things (like tape) that can break their ribs or suffocate them.
Please, sign the petition. You will be saving someone from immeasurable pain.
ONLY 560 TO GO
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