[eds-costumes]

My Thorin Oakenshield cosplay is done, and just in time for Halloween!

I’ve been wanting to make this costume for ages. The Hobbit was really the first story I fell in love with, and so being able to make a piece based on it has been such a joy.

I’m hoping to get some photos in the snow when my replica of Orcrist arrives, so follow this tumblr if you want updates on that. If you want to see all the photos of this costume, a break down of the individual pieces, and information on how I made this, you can check out my website. You can also find all of my other work there!

(If the embedded link doesn’t work, it’s here: https://www.eds-costumes.com/completed-costumes/thorin-oakenshield)

[scifigrl47]

The Field Museum Spinosaurus Needs A New Name. Here's How To Vote

You can vote online or in person until Friday to name the museum's rare Spinosaurus dinosaur replica Sabah, Sobek or Sandy.

Block Club Chicago

@copperbadge @memprime And all Dino Lovers!

[copperbadge]

Probably wise of them to give us names to vote on rather than letting us suggest them.

I was going to suggest JB Pricks-er. Because it's a spinosaurus!

[reelaroundthedavekan]

Twitter Vs. Threads Vs. Shouting Into A Hole

The Onion brings you all of the latest news, stories, photos, videos and more from America's finest news source.

The Onion

[wingsformypillow]

A day late, but posting a story of when we first got married to celebrate our anniversary:

The thing about having an autistic husband, is as much as I love him, he just is not capable of picking up on behaviors or facial expressions and knowing what they mean. He needs me to speak the words I’m feeling.

Early on, this was a problem. When I was exhausted after work and didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with anything, I needed some time alone.

I would say “I’m tired,” get up and leave a room.

He’d follow.

I would shut a door.

He would open it, and keep talking to me.

I had to actually speak the words, “I would like a little bit of space for a while.”

And then he would say, “Oh.” In a sad voice.

And then I’d feel like an asshole, because he always seemed so sad when I did that. I didn’t want to hurt him. I loved him, and I thought I was a bad wife for wanting time for myself. Things were not good.

One day, I came home, and on my desk was a card, laminated. It was simple, black text on white background, in 36-point font. It said:

I love you. Fuck off.

And he took my hands and said the reason he was sad wasn’t that I needed space— he needs his sometimes too, but I pick up the signals and leave him alone.

He felt bad that he couldn’t understand me, and I always looked so uncomfortable and guilty when I told him.

So now I have a card that I can hand to him, any time, and he will understand and go away for an hour and nobody feels guilty.

[leebrontide]

This is so romantic actually

[heavybend]

my brother started calling our cat "doobie brother" which he then lengthened to "dubious brother" and has since morphed into "brother dubious" like he's some sort of fucked up little monk

[heavybend]

brother dubious

[punchesco]

"My liege, I'm afraid I have reason to believe your concubine plots against you. Worry not, your eminence, you can still trust me, of course..."

[desinteresse]

I love it when completely normal men get in a relationship with the incredibly strange women and try their best to understand them and to indulge them even tho they’re utterly confused.

[desinteresse]

This is about the guy who’s gf got obsessed with The Terror so he offered to roleplay as a doomed victorian arctic explorer during sex.

[wizardonline]

if you are distressed about not receiving a response from someone you'd like to be actively talking to, you have to take a moment. step back from the conversation, put yourself in their shoes. perhaps they're busy with something right now. you have to consider the possibility that maybe they hanging upside down by their ankle. everybody has their own schedule, and sometimes people spend time away from their phone or computer because they are currently suspended from a tree branch by a rope tied around their ankle that they unnoticingly stepped in because it was concealed by a pile of leafs. it's not that they don't want to respond; imagine that they can see their phone screen on the ground below but it's a good few inches out of reach and even if they bounce and flail on the branch their fingertips just can't touch it. sometimes life gets in the way

[cadhalash]

tumblr user wrenhavenriver this is the best idea I've ever heard

[beahives]

But what if it was all a dream

[7ft-tall-shadow-creature]

This is more unsettling. I know it's there. I know it should be there. I know this pristine landscape is hiding its horrors like teeth.

[lemondoddle]

[I.D. an edited version of the "children's hospital" meme photo where the splattering red pattern on the hall floor has been removed. End I.D.]

[platypik]

Well duh. It’s just color theory

[catchymemes]

[laestoica]

[kamikaze-kumquat]

Executive Dysfunction is an absolute bitch and you become just as exhausted from fighting with it trying to get One Thing Done as uou would doing All The Things.

[jailforwriter]

Getting inspired to write is actually really easy! All you need to do is be the busiest you've ever been in your entire life and as far away from a computer as humanly possible. Hope this helps 🥰