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  • In a better world, where bullshit gets checked:

    bankuei:

    “Ok, so you thought the boy made a bomb.”

    “Yes.”

    “And instead of evacuating the school, you pulled him out of class,
    arrested in front of everyone, then interrogated him, on the premises
    without getting the children to safety?  So, we’re going to put you up
    for criminal endangerment of this entire school”

    “Well, uh, maybe we didn’t really think it was a bomb”

    “Oh, ok, so instead you lied to police and federal authorities in order
    to bring up false charges against a minor for… kicks? I mean, you’re
    basically picking between which charges you’d like to go up on here.  
    Let me know, so we can get the paperwork right.”

  • acanofwyrms:

    I started crying really hard when I read your post about national suicide prevention day.I’ve always had dysthymia with bouts of major depression and anxiety, but it’s been a lot worse lately even though I’ve graduated and have a job in my field. It’s a year-by-year position and I always worry I won’t find anything after this and that I’m not good enough. My cat was the biggest reason I never did it. I worry that people think it’s a silly reason to stay, so I appreciate you sharing.

    vixyish:

    seananmcguire:

    Nothing is a silly reason to stay.  Nothing.

    If you stay because you haven’t had a Pumpkin Spice Latte yet this year, or because there are lizards in the yard and you’re really invested in seeing them grow up, or because you like pie, or because your cat loves you and how can you let down something that loves you that much, you are staying for a good and valid reason.

    The path gets narrow.  The world gets narrow.  Sometimes it seems like going would be so much easier than staying, and so we need reasons.  Whatever your reasons, they are good, and they are valid, and they are important.

    I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?

    All the reasons to stay are good reasons. Every reason to stay is a good reason.

    Please stay, everyone.

  • eboniorchid:

    It’s been TWENTY YEARS since Hackers came out, y’all. Craziness! Look at them. They’re so young!

    And if you haven’t seen this movie because you weren’t conscious or nerdy-cool or alive in 1995, go directly to your nearest streaming or video download service and fix the glaring hole in your cult film repertoire.

  • This is all a weeny bit stressful

    So, I have an exam to sit, which is very cool, but quite scary. Especially because I run into a lot of people who’ve failed, or know people who’ve failed. Of course, I realise, that my sample selection is probably somewhat skewed, in that if you passed the NCLEX, you’re probably working in America. I’ve just been cheerfully informed I’ve got until the 17th of December to complete the examination successfully. Which is… not that long. I mean, I was intending to take it before then anyway, but having someone else impose that deadline is moderately terrifying.

    But hey.

    Secondly, my beloved Minor has gone off to gain a new gearbox, back axle, diff, and front brakes. This should make her safer and easier to drive, and stop her making unpleasant noises. However, the funding for that comes from shifts with my nursing agency…

    …and I have seen far fewer shifts available. Although I did manage to get two shifts that I need this week…

    so… trying not to concentrate on that too much.

    And in positives – the Prius passed its MOT (first try, only one advisory, incredibly).

    We have spent the last few days doing frantic cleaning and tidying. There have been one two many trips to the tip, which have removed a lot of crap from the house and for the most part managed to land it in the recycling. My car has become what I am currently referring to as the travelling crap ferry as small random items (like, for example, the stuff I’m wanting to offer John) lurks in there waiting for a chance to be taken somewhere. And indeed, it’s joined by other exciting things, like the small amount of ‘hard plastic’ that didn’t make it to the tip to go into the ‘hard plastic recycling’.

    The house now looks awesome, if markedly less like our house. Pictures of us and the people we love have disappeared. They’ve been snunk into corners and boxes, so that people without imagination can picture themselves in the space.

    Despite the windows having been washed by someone yesterday we were very unhappy with the finish, so I frantically ran to the store and got a squeegee on a stick, then hung out of the windows cleaning like a loon.

    Kathryn’s washed/hoovered/swept all over the place. Our wedding dresses have gone off to be dry-cleaned, thus vaporising the two piles of plastic-coated merangue that have occupied the top of the wardrobe… I’ve precariously stacked the very, very heavy record boxes on what was once an ikea bathroom stool in our under-stairs cupboard. By doing so it means the hoover can live where it was always meant to live (out of sight…).

    We really take this showing our house thing pretty seriously.

    I hope to hell that we get at least a decent offer, if not a couple, out of this weekend. Then we can get on with the rest of the stressful moving m’larkey.

    I say this because I’m now at the stage of waking up at 2-3 frickin’ AM most nights just to feel angsty, then to work my way back to sleep. Which is moderately tedious.

    Breathing exercises… and moving. Then it’ll be time to take a bit of a breather. Yes.

  • It’s fairly frequently that I find myself thinking the world is completely screwed up… And then I see things like this on a washing up bowl and I know, for certain, that there’s something seriously wrong…

  • Eligibility Confirmed

    I am, apparently, eligible to take the NCLEX… the scary/terrifying, up to 6 hour, up to over 250 question, adaptive testing examination for nursing registration in the US. Whee.

  • 56blogscrazy:

    therestlessintrovert:

    B A E 

    Lol amber amber amber

  • shadesofmauve:

    clefunable:

    april-ludgate-karate-dwyer:

    pillow-princess666:

    nudityandnerdery:

    dietcokereba:

    queenspritzee:

    puke-ahontas:

    edgebug:

    sincerely, a person who has been on prozac for 9 years

    this is in response to some shitty stuff i’ve seen on my dash recently. it’s super simplified, so if you’d like to know some more indepth stuff on how exactly it works, google it—OR BETTER YET actually talk to a mental health doctor psychiatrist person wow

    Prozac has literally stopped me killing myself. I would be dead if it weren’t for antidepressants. If you spread misinformation I’ll come to your house and smack u into orbit.

    I’ll join you and steamroll people

    As someone who takes the highest dosage of zoloft (setraline) possible for my body in order to function as a “normal” human being, allow me to assure you that if I ever hear you talking shit about needing to take meds, I will pull your head out of your arse and smack it into the nearest wall.

    This is good, the one thing I’ll point out is that sometimes antidepressants will make you numb- it’s happened to me and my sister- but that’s a sign you’re on the wrong one. So if it happens, go back to your doctor and say you want to try a new one.

    Same with the Prozac.

    And the reason that some people think they’re “uppers” is because they do kind of give you back the energy that you would have naturally if you weren’t depressed. So like yes you are noticing a change in my mood/behavior, that is a valid observation. But its not because I’m on “happy pills” or w/e its because without my medicine I am constantly fucking exhausted and barely want to do anything other than sleep, and with my medicine I am like not quite as exhausted all the time!

    Also important: while very helpful, antidepressants are a treatment, not a cure. A depressed person on antidepressants still has depression. One of the things I really fucking hate is when I get upset over something that maybe I ‘shouldnt’ be so upset about and my mom or someone is like “Are you still taking your medicine? Do you need to go to the doctor and get a higher dose?” Like no I don’t trust me this could be a whole lot worse.

    i’m on lexapro and I honestly didn’t know any of this! People always told me they were mood stabilisers and I thought it was! Thank you to OP <3

    YEEESSS.

    “mood stabilizers”, omg no. Let me tell you, when I was deep in depression my mood was the most stable it’s ever been. Stable at awful. Anti-depressants opened the whole scope of emotional experience back up.

    BETTER LIVING THROUGH CHEMISTRY.

  • copperbadge:

    athousanderrors:

    kiss-my-aspergers:

    cosmictuesdays:

    witchylana:

    unbuttonedinawood:

    pasiphile:

    fructosebat:

    swanjolras:

    when i find myself in times of trouble

    terry pratchett comes to me

    whispering sam vimes once arrested a motherfucking dragon

    you are capable of literally anything

    Sam Vimes once arrested two opposing armies to end a war.

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    Sam Vimes fought an ancient mind-controlling spirit and won. Sam Vimes killed a werewolf with his bare hands. Sam Vimes happily wears the awful lumpy itchy socks his wife knits him. Sam Vimes causes traffic jams in order to be home in time to read his baby a bedtime story. Sam Vimes fought at the barricades— twice. Sam Vimes waited until his interviewee had left and then put his coat over his head so no one could hear him laughing hysterically at her silly name. Sam Vimes is my hero.

    Sam Vimes overcame a crippling alcohol dependency. Sam Vimes examines and confronts his internal prejudices. Sam Vimes lived in poverty because he was giving his salary to the widows and orphans of fellow officers. Sam Vimes cleaned up a corrupt police force and made it inclusive of the different ethnicities in his city.

    Sam Vimes is my hero too.

    He turned to leave, then seemed to have a thought. “Sergeant Dorfl!” he said, turning back. “D’you think you’ll believe in gods now?”

    Every eye in the Watch House turned to the golem sergeant. “Not Gods, Yet.” said Sergeant Dorfl. “But Always Sam Vimes.”

    – Mister Vimes’d Go Spare

    do it for the vimes

    copperbadge I’m sure you’ll be tagged on this post a million times but if not, I felt you’d appreciate this.

    Sam Vimes reluctantly supports the freedom of the press. :D