The Funky Penguin
i feel like i’ve been disappointing people left and right.

if it’s not mom. it’s my future mother-in-law.  If it’s not her, it’s the people around me.  i just can’t please anyone, can i? nope. apparently not.

it seems my mental well being isn’t as important as living up to their standards…

variou:

eilishl:

Evan Vondra (aka Ang) and I headed to the beach and did a much needed photo shoot of my Journey cosplay. We wanted mist but, it had already begun to burn off before we got into it. No matter, alas, I was running around like a proper Nomad

This cosplay took me roughly three months to make, including a one month of eight hour days of sewing. It is made from wool felt and weighs around 20 pounds. Thanks to all the cosplayers who made posts about how they put together their gear! I was able to snag some templates from: http://turnonred.tumblr.com/post/22304756914/okay-that-took-forever-im-sorry-heres-the.

Thank you thatgamecompany for making such a game.

HOLY SHIT MAN THIS LOOKS AMAZING

foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 
On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 
Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!

foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 

On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 

Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!

thatscienceguy:

Fire. Dancing. To. Music. On. A. Table… SOMEONE MADE A 2 DIMENSIONAL BUNSEN TUBE!

Megzie talked about having spoons once.

And it was this very interesting way ot look at illnesses of all sorts.

The past two days I’ve had to choose what exactly I give my spoons for…

I’m all out of spoons today, but I still have so much to do.  

I don’t know.  Just rambling.

so my mom thinks im a disappointment

And wishes I’d just move down there to be taken care of. Since. You know. I can’t remotely take care of myself ever do why even try anymore.

I’m just going to cry myself to sleep now

im just done

I’m really just…I’m done. No more. I don’t want to try anymore. I’m just done. This is me giving up.

Done…

car trouble.

So my car died. Again.

So what’s going to end up happening is: instead of being at work and making money I am going to be picked up in Wisconsin and driven to Illinois to get a cheap rental.
But what happens to the dead car?

Why it stays in the lot, of course, to more than likely be towed and impounded. Since no one has thought of that little tidbit of information. No matter how many times I say it can’t stay in the lot. But what do I know? Nothing obviously.

I’m sick of this car. I’m sick of this eye being swollen. I’m sick of the past week…

I just wanted things to be okay.

saintcheshire:

So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:

We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite…