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The Cosplayer was wearing a gas mask, helmet, armour and bullet belt. He was also carrying a New Republic of California flag. People thought he had a bomb strapped to his back but it turned out to be several Pringles cans painted silver.
Police were hiding in bushes and behind their cars with long guns drawn. Happened in Grande Prairie, Alberta. (April 14, 2017)
A reminder to all you cosplayers out there: be careful how you dress when in the general public. Not everyone is savvy to semi-obscure characters/designs.
This, a thousand times this.
Take your mask off, bag your props, and move with people.
Every post apocalyptic cosplay group needs a Safety Naruto. The Safety Naruto will signal to ordinary people that yes this is indeed a costume.
The concept of a Safety Naruto is fucking hilarious
Just like a buddy system except it’s a bunch of people with prop guns or bombs are each assigned a Naruto
hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak
Also. Breath with your mouth and not your nose. Your nose will whistle. Trust me. If you need to get into your fridge, jab your finger into the rubber part that seals the door closed and create a tiny airway. This will prevent the suction noise when you open the door. When drinking liquids (juice mostly), pour out your glass (or chug from the jug) and replace what you drank with water. If it was full enough in the beginning, no one will notice. DO NOT STEAL ALCOHOL. THEY WILL NOTICE IF IT’S WATERED DOWN. Bring a pillowcase for dried foods like cereal and granola. It helps to muffle the sound it makes when it pours.
If your house has snack packs (like gummy bears or crackers or chips), count them every day until you know the rhythm that they get consumed. (This took me a week and a half with my twin brother and sister). Then join the rhythm when you make your nightly visits. It will be that much harder to figure out it was you.
KEEP A TRASH BAG UNDER YOUR BED FOR WRAPPERS AND STUFF BUT DONT FORGET TO THROW IT OUT WHENEVER YOU CAN. BUGS YKNOW. Hope this helped.
The floor near the wall may creak on a regular floor but not on the stairs. If you need to walk up and down stairs, walk as close to the edge of the stair near the wall/railing as possible
Are there really parents who deny their kids food…?
There’s a book about “how to train your kid” or something like that which even recommends denying food as a way of punishment
What the fuck??? This is literally denying your kid basic human rights. How can parents be so cruel?
The world is a fucked up place
I hope none of my followers need these tips, but here they are. It’s a fucked up world and you might as well know some tricks.
Stay safe Pokémon GOers.
#Pokémon #Pokémongo #Pikachu #mta #newYork #newYorkcity #subway #Pokemon #safety #PokemonGO
Oh so true.
(via soilrockslove)
I was always told “that didn’t hurt” if I said “ow”.
So I stopped saying “ow”.
I lived with severe chronic pain, never getting below a 6, from the time I can remember existing. Like some of my first memories are that when I tried to connect to my body closely, I’d get blasted with pain, and I’d dissociate to get away from it. It was some kind of neuropathy or central pain, we don’t know which. I didn’t communicate about it until I was 15, at which point I was told it must be seizure activity because Neurontin made it better. Then several different meds later, I told that story to a doctor at the age of 22 or so when the pain had got so bad I was bedridden for a month (had to personally retrain myself to sit up for long periods), and she said that sounded like neuropathy and prescribed Neurontin on the spot, even though I’d been careful not to name Neurontin during my description, I just said “an epilepsy medication”.
So 22 years of searing, horrible pain that “didn’t exist”. Didn’t start writing about the pain until I was maybe 18 and found that lithium made it somewhat better. But I’m glad I got off lithium because that shit is dangerous. Anyway, when I got on Neurontin, I had to revise my entire pain scale. What I had called a “1” before was now a “6”. That’s how bad the pain was. And I had to revise my ability to detect overload, because it had always been associated with the pain becoming more severe, and with the pain treated, that was much more subtle if it happened at all.
Now I’m on Lyrica and Trileptal instead of Neurontin but they still treat it well. I tried to reduce my Trileptal recently and ended up in complete agony pain-wise.
Anyway, it makes me angry that an autistic child can grow up in this kind of pain, in this level of pain, with nobody noticing, and everyone saying “that didn’t hurt” all the time. With neuropathic pain, everything hurts — your clothes hurt, being brushed against hurts, the air on your skin hurts, all the things I was told “didn’t hurt”, hurt like hell, and go on hurting a long time after the initial touch is over. I remember having these “afterimages” on my body, like someone would brush past my arm and for an hour my arm would burn in that location. But “that didn’t hurt”.
And this is also behind several near-death situations where I didn’t communicate about pain for any number of reasons but one was who would even believe me. Or I did communicate about pain but lacked the correct body language so was written off until I hit the point of organ failure. Or things like that. And then they wonder at the fact that when they give me trigeminal nerve blocks, I’m the one patient who doesn’t squirm or grimace or cry out during the procedure.
And then there’s the whole “They don’t feel pain like we do” thing to contend with.
