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But this is also absolutely true for accommodation devices. Especially ones that don’t have a “name”

Thank you (x)

éowyn pretended to be dernhelm, a man. to fit in, she must have worn men’s armor. so the armor in the illustrations is normal for rohirrim.

therefore, all the rohirrim rode to war just like that:

male or female

hero or villain

sea or land

even in the snow

My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.

When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).

I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.

My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.

My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.

When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.

Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.

Penny Rose: Babbles in Baby

All of tumblr collectively at my husband:

Husband: you don’t even have to understand taxes yet! I can explain them but you’ve got several years before that’s relevant!

Penny Rose: wide eyes, staring at her father, almost intrigued

remember that when picking a DOOR lock, you have to apply a little bit of pressure to your tension wrench (the thing that you use to turn the knob). too little or too much and you wont be able to pick the door open. you can use anything for the tension wrench. a bobby pin. bits of wire. a paper clip. etc.

its best to be completely silent when youre picking locks bc theres this small ‘click’ when youre picking that you might miss if youre using headphones or listening to music.

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if youre picking one of these

you jam something thin and long above one of the rotation dials and you push up on the shackle.

. if its one of these

you get yourself some shims. (or make one. you can make shims out of fucking soda cans), you wiggle them in the tiny space between the shackle and the body of the lock, and you pop these suckers open.

. for a chain deadbolt,

you get something flexible but sturdy and you just push this fucker down

. for one of these rotating combination locks

you can also shim this motherfucker open. jam your shims between the shackle and the body and pry it unlocked. if, for some reason, you dont wanna shim it open, maybe you dont have a shim or you just like a challenge, this bitch can be decoded ridiculously easy. heres what you do:

spin this bitch to the right about two or three times to “reset” it. then you pull up on the shackle a bit, and turn it right slowly until you hear a click. your number is two spaces further. then you turn left 360 degrees until you land on the right number again, and start turning this motherfucker left until it stops. when it stops, turn right. if its loose, its the wrong number, keep going left. if its not loose, you have the right number, and you turn right all the way until this bitch pops

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His videos are always so blazé, like ‘here’s yet another fucking disappointing lock to pick’ and he’s so good.

One such charity was Habitat for Humanity, which both builds homes and removed materials from houses sold at estate sales. He meets many people this way, from all walks of life- some retirees like him, some formerly incarcerated folks looking for volunteer hours, some young people looking for volunteer hours for extra curriculars.. al kinds.

My dad and I give off a very similar energy: kind of chill, tells good stories, quiet person likes to listen. Like a capybara.

He quickly made friends with this guy named Antonio, who talked often about prison. What got him there, what it was like there, promises he made for when he got out. And my dad was content to listen because he's never worked with someone who openly talked about these things. When he was young, you just didnt.

So one day Antonio looks at him and says:

"So what did you do?"

And my dad talks for a minute about how he worked at the newspaper for thirty years after graduating from Notre Dame, worked for the sports page, then moved on to do local interest stories.

"No, man- what did you do!?"

So he thinks... well, that's what he did, but it wasn't who he was. So he talks for a minute about being a father to two kids, how he grew up on a farm, son of a ww2 veteran. And how hes passionate about all sorts of things, music, stories, art, science.

Antonio interrupts him one more time.

"No, man! What did you DO!?"

"I dont get your meaning."

"To end up here in community service! What did you DO! It's been driving me nuts because you dont seem the type and I can not figure you out!"

It took him a few seconds.

This while time, he thought Antonio was asking him deep questions about inner reflections but really...

"Oh, you mean CRIME?"