Jsyk your account is being recommended by Tumblr in the proship tags. Might wanna censor the word in your bio or use a different one because you're being advertised In Proship Spaces because of it /gen /info
Oh my goodness- Thank you for the heads up Anon! I don’t consider myself very social media savvy, so it didn’t occur to me tumblr would behave in this way :(( (I was wondering why I’d seen it censored before now, just didn’t think to ask why) I’ll fix that on all my socials now! That’s not a space I want to be associated with.
Death Certificates – What you need, why you need them, and
how to get them
Prepare to spend a long and miserable time on the phone
What the Everloving Fuck is Probate
Some Simple Dos and Don’ts
Shitty Mad Libs – Templates for writing Obituaries and
Memorials
How to plan a non-religious death party
So you suddenly have to become some sort of hacker or some
shit
This is an eighteen page book that you can print out, download, share, and give away; it is meant to be used to collect information about funeral planning and account management after a death OR you can use it BEFORE you die and give people information so they’re not stuck playing Nancy Fucking Drew while trying to keep seventeen cousins who crawled out of the woodwork from gutting each other in front of the fucking casket as they argue about who’s inheriting grandma’s favorite dentures.
It’s not exactly cheerful and it’s full of things that are probably going to feel really fucking raw if you’re processing a fresh death.
I’m sorry! I love you! Death is shitty! I’m trying to laugh about it a little and I hope you can laugh a little too because otherwise we’re all just going to cry together.
Good luck!
(in memory of my weirdo mother and her weirdo siblings who all died too fucking young and left me holding this flaming bag of dogshit)
Death sucks, hope you’re doing okay out there.
HEY DEATHLINGS, SPREAD THE WORD, PRACTICAL WORKBOOK JUST DROPPED.
Can confirm, this is quite practical. I read through it when making my will and need to go through it again to finish my process.
Do you think Ford knew how old he was when he came back? Because I don’t think so.
He’s been all around the multiverse, in places that definitely didn’t follow the laws of physics of his home dimension. Time works differently depending on the place he lands on, and he never gets used to any of them because he knows he’ll have to leave sooner or later.
So time passes. He can feel himself age, of course, but he doesn’t know how long it’s been since he fell through the portal. When he looks at himself in the mirror, he can see wrinkles paired with new scars, and his hair is getting grayer, but that could simply be a sign of stress. And sure, his body hurts when he wakes up, but he’s constantly on the move and sleeping anywhere he can, obviously he’s not going to be in the best shape! All things considered, he’s a pretty fit man for any age, and whatever years he’s been alive for is not his priority right now.
When he comes back home, after his first encounter with Stan, he finally gets a moment to think about his new and old family. His brother looks older, obviously, and certainly different from what he imagined (not that he thought about him often, of course not). His hair is whiter than his own, and he has even more wrinkles than him! Just how badly was he taking care of himself in the… how many years… wait, did he say 30?!
I don’t think Ford was necessarily thinking of a higher or lower number. I don’t think he expected anything more or less: the way he sees it, it could’ve been anywhere from 10 to 1000 years. Time was meaningless between dimensions. I think that the sole reminder that time still passed was what got to him.
That shock came full force after Weirdmageddon, when he realized that Stan was his same age, despite the differences in their physiques. It was the fact that they were both around 60 years old, and they had been apart for 40 years. Two whole thirds of their lives. They were supposed to grow old together, maybe not in the same house (or boat), but close to each other. That, paired with how old and worn down Stan looks, Ford can’t help but feel like he’s now years younger than him, and he hates thinking about it because with the way Stan had been living for the last 40 years, just how much longer- no, stop, don’t think about it.
Ford’s paranoia turns into hypochondria, but towards his brother. This translates as Ford desperately trying to cut Stan’s bad habits (such as alcohol and smoking), making sure he eats well (Ford can’t cook for shit) and semi-forcing him to do some exercise. Stan is not on board with these measures, and he lets his brother know just that because he’s being bossy and annoying and he would like to enjoy his amnesia in peace please. Ford is as stubborn as a mule, but eventually he gives up and just begs Stan to please consider some of his suggestions because he wants him to be better. Stan still refuses, but every once in a while Ford catches him doing some exercise by himself or ordering a non alcoholic drink, and it makes him happy.
When they return to Gravity Falls, the twins look the most identical they’ve looked since they were like 10: Stan’s eyes have a shine that Soos had never seen before, and his new and improved posture makes him look taller, like the weight of the world had been lifted off of him. Ford, on the other hand, has a fuller face and body, his expression is now softer and somewhat kinder, and he walks much more carelessly, like he’s strolling instead of marching.
Ford doesn’t care how old he is anymore, because now he’s growing old next to his brother.
I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.
Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.
These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you’ll have to start all over.
Hey, I know another type of stretch for this!
I had to go to occupational therapy a while back due to pain in my ulnar nerve (same nerve that acts as your ‘funny bone’). It was getting compressed from jamming my elbow against hard plastic armrests that were in a too-tall fixed position on my cheap old office chair. I was having burning and tingling pain and numbness radiating from my elbow into my ring and pinky fingers. It sucked. Honestly, I found it worse than carpal tunnel, because a rigid elbow brace makes life way harder than a rigid wrist brace.
Anyways, the main exercise that my occupational therapist had me do was called a nerve glide. The stretches OP describes help improve flexibility, but the nerve gliding exercise helps move the nerve out of the pinched spot so it can move more freely.
Here’s the best diagram I can find of it:
It’s a little confusing, so have some extra description on the weird parts:
Step 3: thumb side moves down and towards the front.
Step 4: hand rotates out and around, pinky side first.
Step 5: nothing fancy here, just straighten your elbow.
Step 6 (not on diagram, but recommended by therapist): with arm in the same position, tilt your head towards the opposite side for a few second (works as a stretch).
Ulnar nerve compression (aka cubital tunnel) is apparently super common, but I had never heard of it before I started having issues. If you lean forwards on your desk or armrests a lot, I’d suggest giving these a try. It feels kind of weird because you can feel the nerve, but it shouldn’t hurt at all.
I’m back from the dead with some Fiddleford angst! This literally took me over ten hours but I’m actually really happy with how it turned out so it’s worth it lol
[ID: An illustration of Fiddleford shooting himself with the memory gun, the spokes of light from the gun dividing up the rest of the image to form Fiddleford’s memories. All around Fiddleford are images of a hand writing notes, some portal blueprints, the triangular window of Ford’s house with two snowmen of Ford and Fiddleford in the foreground, Fiddleford’s son Tate as an older child with a drawing made by Tate of Fiddleford’s family, Fiddleford’s wife Emma May sobbing at a desk with her wedding ring resting on the table next to a document with both their names on it, and Fiddleford’s banjo. The background shows various scientific lab equipment and the expression of Fiddleford as he pulls the trigger looks pained.]
This Fiddleford Friday, we are so excited to reveal the title of our zine!! ✨
From the Desk of Fiddleford H. McGucket will be available at the end of March. We can’t wait for you to see all the amazing work being done! 🪕✨
Graphic made by our mod @/eggscargot
Hi guys!! This zine is one of the projects I’ve been working hard to be a part of! There are so many wonderful writers and artists a part of it- it truly is a love letter to Fiddleford McGucket 💖
Please check it out and mark your calendars for release! ☀️
ALT
