actually you will not enjoy hearing this but you literally have to abandon your self deprecating humor. besides the fact that it can drive people away you literally are only hurting yourself by constantly making jokes that further cement the idea in your head that you are not good enough. I do not care that you think its a good coping mechanism it is absolutely not and you need to start challenging negative thoughts instead of feeding into them.
one time this nondescript guy came into my dunkin donuts and ordered a small black coffee with blueberry flavor shot, and for some reason that peculiar order stuck with me so much that when, seven months later, i saw him in the parking lot walking towards the door, i quickly made a small black coffee with blueberry flavor shot. he ordered it and i was already holding it.
i would describe his demeanor that second time as “incredulous”
lovecore this. cottagecore that. what about the reactor core its going to explode
the adhd feeling of being unable to stop reading books as a kid, sneaking books into class, hiding books in your textbook, keeping a second copy of the same book for when the teacher inevitably confiscated the first one. Books falling out of your bag, books hidden in your hoodie pocket, books dribbling out of your eyeballs and taking over your daydreams. Just. The absolute dopamine fueled obsession of reading as an adhd kid. So. Many. Books.
and 10 years later, being completely utterly distraught and distractedly… unable to focus on a goddamn book
People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.
An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.
Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.
It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…
It’s an ant again.
Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.
This is madness.
Hello, how are you? How did you learn how to pick locks and why? Thank youu
I'm as well as can be under current circumstances, thank you!
Well, short answer is, I got locked out/in one too many times and when my lil bro decided he wanted lockpicks I also got a set for myself. This one:
Depending on the size and finicky-ness of the lock some will work better than others. You learn to judge which ones are working better by the feel. And when you’re still learning I found that it helps to guess if you use the one with teeth similar to the lock key.
Bigger sets usually come with a transparent lock as well for you to learn, like this one:
And once you get the basic principles down it's only a matter of practice.
The pin tumbler lock is the easiest, the standard for almost every door and chain, and is the only one I know how to pick (though I should really learn the lever lock as well, we keep losing the keys to the old mountain house). I mostly learned by feel and, like, two gifs where someone explained the principles.
(I can also pick locks with two bobby-pins, but it’s a pain in the ass to work with those. They work in a pinch but you better arm yourself with patience first)
Anyway, there are tutorials on YouTube if you want to learn anything more sophisticated than that. Also a useful link.
Happy picking!
Translate this meme for me, please.
i love the concept presented here where sexualities come equipped with at least one slur provided upfront free of charge
Gyurie: [shows up to deal with Kumoko]
D, breakdancing: Is he bothering you, Queen?