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So I've taken a step back from Tumblr and most social media to focus on my health. I've also started an Etsy (JakkuJunkyardDesign) where I make replica hip bags like pictured and other odds and ends.
I also finally finished my staff after several months. It's such a relief. Now I can focus on my pants and other odds and ends.
Why do people still say âthis doesnât fit my blog theme but I had to reblog anywayâ? Itâs almost 2018. Who gives a fuck. Who even has a coherent blog anymore
Reblog if youâve never had a coherent blog and got no intention of starting that shit now
Auditory Processing Problems
⢠*someone says something* âwhat?â *repeats themselves* âsorry?â *repeats themselves again* âpardon?â
â˘"hey, y'see the red thing at the top of the shelf, will you get it?â âSorry, what?â âOn the sh-â âoh yeah sure, Iâll get it.â
â˘*doesnât hear teacher because someoneâs pen is making a scratchy sound at the back of the room*
â˘*replays video 10 ten times to figure out what theyâre saying*
â˘teachers asking, âwhy do you always stop writing in the middle of a sentence, just write down whatever Iâm saying,â followed by the response, âIâm just processing it,â rebuked by, âweâll stop processing it and just write.â
â˘*gets really focused on staring out the window and goes through four songs without hearing a single on*
someone is whispering to their friends in the library, you donât even know who this person is but you know their major, what state they grew up in, and their hobbies during high school. you just wanted to find a quiet spot to do your chemistry homework.
wanting to chime in on other peopleâs conversations all the time, but donât, because youâre not suppose to be âlisteningâ to them.
being the only person in the house that can hear that awful buzzing sound certain electronics make
hiding in your room because everything is too loud.Â
motorcycles were invented by satan
being told that you have dog-like hearing by friends and family
being yelled at for ânot listeningâ by friends and family.Â
God. God. God. God.
This entire post is so fucking relatable it hurts
âYou just need to learn to tune it out.â
Forgetting how to think because ambient noise is drowning out your internal monologue.Â
âNo, I donât need the volume up, Iâd just really like to put on subtitles. No, I donât need to move closer, I justâŚâ
Leaving the room whenever someone starts talking on the phone.Â
Pausing your video whenever someone starts talking but trying really really hard not to seem passive aggressive about it.Â
Struggling to explain why this one sound is the most horrible thing in the world while other very similar sounds are fine.Â
youâre trying to listen to what some very important person is trying to say, but you can only focus on the conversations of the ppl around you
sitting in a restaurant and thinking the people sitting next to you are being SO loud because you can hear everything theyâre saying, but when you mention it you get weird looks so obviously youâre just overreacting.
not being able to handle the little keyboard sounds as your mom types a text from across the room, but when you ask your mom (who is a quadruple texter) to put her phone on silent you get a murderous look, like youâve asked her to kill her cat.
turning on ambient noises and trying to relax, only to end up turning it off because itâs not actually helping you fall asleep.
âthe speakers are making this high pitched noiseâ
âwhat the hell are you talking about?â
âTHE SPEAKERS ARE PRACTICALLY SCREAMING HOW DO YOU NOT HEAR THAT??â
âJust ignore it, and focus on the show.â
OMG, yes. I started loosing my hearing at ten and since ambiant noise is soooo freaking loud to me, I can't hear people over chewing, running water, phone lines, etc. I really need people to look at me so I can pick up on lip movement as well. But goddamn I can hear a car start three block away.
Seriously. We also had a clock in another room I wanted to murder cause I could hear the tick-tick-tick as I was trying to sleep. No one else could hear it. But it was a murder including sound.
Also murder inducing: throat clearers, sniffers/snorters (blow your goddamn nose!), and other repeative sounds. Oh, humming. Lip smacking. Teeth clicking. Just don't. It's like a fire alarm in my head, cranked up extra loud.
tbh the most unrealistic thing in harry potter is when mrs weasley in the first book asks ânow whatâs the platform number?â
like this woman has been going to that school for seven years and then dropped kids off on the same place for nearly ten like why on earth would she forget the platform number
I still have the headcanon that Molly BAMF Weasley saw a scrawny underfed child with an owl who had no idea where he was going and looked lost and confused and was like, âAh, yep, new son.â but didnât want to scare him by outright approaching and asking if he needed help so she was just like, âMUGGLES, MUGGLES EVERYWHERE! DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THE PLATFORM NUMBER TO WIZARD SCHOOL IS? WHATâS THAT? NINE AND THREE QUARTERS? OH, YES, THATâS RIGHT. THE PLATFORM NUMBER IS   N I N E  A N D  T H R E E   Q U A R T E R S!â
Of course seeing as how Harry isnât the most observant bloke, she probably ushered her kids past him fifty times as different ones screamed the platform number until they finally got his attention.
With that being said, and Iâm extremely sorry for taking over your post:
11:45:
They had just enough time to make it onto the platform, get their trunks loaded, and say their goodbyes. Molly ushered them all along, wishing that she could just Apparate them all onto the train and be done with it. There was too much to do, too much to say, too mâ
All at once, she screeched to a halt. Percy crashed into her, causing the twins to snicker.
A tiny boy was being crossly turned away by a security guard. A boy whose ribs poked through his baggy shirt, whose glasses were broken, whose jaw was trembling as he tried to find his way. Well, surely she could be the person to guide him there? And did he� Yes! He had an owl! He was one of them!
The poor child; he looked so lost.
Where were his parents?
Never mind, never mind. She would see to it that he would get on the train. But she had to be careful. She couldnât startle him. Heâd run off and that would be the end of it. No, no, they had to be crafty.
11:47 AM:
âPacked with Muggles of course,â Molly said loudly, ushering her very confused children past the boy. âWhatâs the platform number again?â
âNine and three quarters,â Percy said. âMother, how could you have forgâ?â
It was George who nudged him as he understood what she was doing. She had done it before, after all, and she would do it again.
Unfortunately, it didnât work.
The boy didnât seem to notice them.
11:48 AM:
âPacked with Muggles of course,â said Molly again, marching her children past once more. âWhatâs the platform number?â
âNine and three quarters,â Fred and George screamed in unison.
And still the boy remained lost.
11:49 AM:
âMum,â Ron panted, tripping over himself as he ran to keep up with her. âSlow down!â
Molly ignored him as she practically flew past the poor boy. âPacked with Muggles of course! Now, whatâs the platform number?â
âNine and three quarters,â Ron bellowed.
11:50 AM:
Molly honestly didnât care if her entire family missed the train and she had to set off across the UK herself like a mother leading a flock of ducklings: she was going to help this boy onto the bloody train.
She marched past him with a fiery determination and said, âPacked with Muggles of course!â
The boy looked up.
Yes! Okay, this was it, this was it, this was it. Play it cool. He was following them. Listening. Pretending not to.
They stopped.
âNow,â Molly said. âWhatâs the platform number?â
âNine and three quarters,â piped Ginny.
Victory!
The next nine minutes were a whirlwind of chaos but they managed to get the boy through the barrier. At Mollyâs insistence, Fred and George popped up and helped him get his trunk into the compartment. She handed Ron an extra sandwich and muttered, âTell him that everywhere else was full.â
He dutifully nodded.
As the train took off, she waved to her children, including her newest one.
Bristling with pride, she began to head back to the Burrow. There was simply no time to waste. She had a jumper to knit.
If I ever donât reblog this post - assume Iâm dead
I know this isnât Star Wars but I love this so much.
Molly Weasley is a mother hen. Totally would be like "oh stray boy, must help, also he needs food and I'm gonna knit him a Christmas jumper straight away!"

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Rey cosplays are coming along. Still have to do new Jakku pants. I started the tunic for TLJ...why does our girl have such complicated clothes?
Flaring Fabulous
So lots of stress at work these past few weeks with an almost complete staff turnover being staggered. And a coworker with a broken ankle. Then another's husband passed away unexpectedly.
My body finally gave into the stress, which was complicated by a nasty medication reaction that nearly sent me to the ER a few weeks back. Now I just have withdraw which feels like death. And that's with a careful stepdown.
It's all added fuel to the fire and I'm exhausted and miserable and hurting.
Best part? Back to back workshops tomorrow mean I have to get to work, be my charming self, and put on a great show.
Good news? I'm adapting my writing workshops into ebooks. I hope you like jokes about cat videos and famous authors, 'cause I have plenty along with terrible puns. Snippets are on my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/tmcarper
Ehlers Danlos Syndrome.
E.D.S.
Every Day (iâm) Subluxinâ.
This works much better!
Yup. I gave up trying to keep count months ago. My new favorite saying "Ignore that sound, it's just my 'insert joint here'. Continue."
Lara Croftâs origin trilogy
Not gonna lie, super excited for this.
Remember kids, always check drug interactions before taking anything! Guess who has two thumbs and is in the hospital for taking NyQuil with Zoloft?
Holy shit thatâs one interaction I would have never thought of
I wanted to reblog again with more information because even as a medical professional I had no idea about cold medicine doing this. Dextromethorphan, a common cough suppressant in many cold medicines, when combined with SSRIs, MAOIs, or any medication or drug that raises serotonin levels, can raise serotonin levels too high and cause whatâs called Serotonin Syndrome. Iâm on mobile so I donât think I can hyperlink, but itâs a serious medical emergency and if you take these medicines you should know the symptoms.
From Wikipedia: Symptoms include high body temperature, agitation, increased reflexes, tremor, sweating, dilated pupils, and diarrhea. Body temperature can increase to greater than 41.1 °C (106.0 °F). Complications may include seizures and extensive muscle breakdown.
Yep. I remembered reading about it like 30 minutes after taking NyQuil and then shrugged and went to bed.
Woke up an hour later with my heart racing, whole body shaking, muscles incredibly tense, dizziness, coughing, and panic.
It got worse on the way to the ER and while there I could barely walk and I was crying all over everything and my blood pressure was dangerously high.
Even with all this, they said I wasnât having a full SS reaction and they gave me some meds that helped and sent me on my way. If this shit happens to you, go to the emergency room.
Keppra and decongestants like sudafed = BAD TIME, BAD, BAD TIME
Um WHAT. I took NyQuil with Zoloft once holy shit
More on seratonin syndrome from the U.S. National Library of Medicine here.
âŚâŚ.OH
THAT EXPLAINS SO MANY THINGS
Probably a good thing that the first time this happened I went âwelp never taking NyQuil againâ and moved on with my life, holy SHIT
Omg this is super important for literally everything. Also! A lot of 24 hour pharmacies will tell you if you can take them together. There have been many a times Iâve called at 2am crying asking if I can take this-and-this together and if I canât what do i do. If one pharmacy isnât helpful, try another. You donât even have to be a customer at their pharmacy to have them help you. Hell I donât even think you need to be in the same state as the pharmacy.
Hot damn. I've been on Zoloft almost 10 years and I never knew not to take it with NyQuil. Luckily I stopped taking NyQuil when they changed the formula (never worked after) and I can't take most cough/cold meds for various allergic reactions otherwise, probably would've done that. As it is, I have to watch out for SS because I'm on two similar class drugs that my doctors are closely monitoring. Damn. When in doubt--ER, guys.

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The Last Jedi - Blooper ReelÂ
DUDE!!!! SHE CANâT HOLD BACK THE SMILE. I WONDER WHAT ADAM DID!
Typical Reylo shenigans.
Some Rey progress. Hip bag and top, now with belt (not pictured). Still have to remake pants. Snaps hand sewn to the wrap and top to make it easy to keep in place.
We Canât Win
Being chronically ill is having literally every breath you take scrutinized. Youâre smiling, laughing, getting around okay, maybe even jump or dance: âIt canât be that bad, you look fine!â You are stuck in bed from the pain, illness, & fatigue: âJust try harder, make an EFFORTâ
Ya know what, folks? Just let chronically ill people survive their daily lives in the best way they know how. You are not in their body, you will NEVER know how hard they push themselves; how every joy, every physical action was fought for, how LOW every low actually is.
Because of internalized ableism we rarely, if EVER, show people our lowest lows. Thereâs an added pressure to be presentable, to blend in, to do things as independently as possible so we donât feel like âburdensâ or âbuzzkillsâ to those around us!
Trust chronically ill people when they tell you their limits, they donât need to âmake an effortâ they NEED a break, Theyâre putting their best efforts every day of their lives and it goes completely unacknowledged.
Chronic illness is a full-time job on its own: Â
-Researching your illness -Organizing data -Arranging doctorâs appointment -Emotional/physical labor of said doctorâs appointments -Experimenting with treatments -Pushing through symptoms to continue daily life If youâre LUCKY your doctor isnât an obstacle in regards to attaining your diagnosis or treatment, If youâre **lucky** MONEY isnât an obstacle in regards to attaining your diagnosis or treatment.
Chronically ill people are fighting for themselves EVERY DAY; even those with an episodic chronic illness that impacts their lives rarely and on occasion, theyâre metaphorically and constantly walking on a tightrope, avoiding triggers, anxiously waiting for the next episode.
So next time youâre puzzled about how a chronically ill person is doing any particular activity or maybe you think that theyâre only sick because theyâre not trying hard enough⌠worry about yourself instead.
You donât know their body, you are not in their body, you donât know what it feels like, you DO NOT get to make that call.
Original Twitter Thread: https://twitter.com/annieelainey/status/941392361216716800
Yes. This.
Rey: this guy has been bothering me
Kylo: kill him
Rey: no
Kylo, softer: i kill him for you?
Rey: Ben no
I think this is pretty canon, right? You don't mess with his girl.
Because everyone - even the fearsome warlord of the First Order - deserves a happy ending, to finally break the cycle of evil. :-)
Gimme!

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So I'm been sick most of the month so it's the little things keeping me going. Right now, it's all the sewing projects. I'm pretty much doing all the Rey varations because why not? I also plan to do a Rey in Kylo clothes (2nd row, right side for my "basketweave"), a regular Kylo, and a dark side Rey. Again, overachiever. Finally did my shirt for Jakku Rey. Got an okay fabric to do the tunic from TLJ. (Original fabric is long gone, so this will be my test piece.) 3D printed blaster still needs to be finished up some. Test fitting new tabards. Will end up using snaps to the top of shirt and possibly stitch to elastic as well (hidden by belt) for extra security. TLJ boots from Po-zu! Been eyeing and saving for them for ages and got them on sale.
Adam Driver and Daisy Ridley on the intense physical training they underwent in preparation for their scenes in The Last Jedi â Star Wars Insider #178.
âFighting emotionallyâ oh my poor murder baby let me hold you
Reblogging solely for "poor murder baby"