#ocularity

[teaboot]

Every time I have to leave work for an ocular migraine it feels like I'm telling a really bad lie but it's straight up like this

[homeofhousechickens]

I always hate to break the news to people in this situation.

If your chicken has an eye like this they have Ocular Mareks 😔

This hen is a good example of why you always want to be cautious adding new birds to your flock. This hen in particular came with a group of other older hens and given to this person. It is likely their whole flock is carriers of the virus now.

[catsofyore]

Surveillance system. 1935. Source.

[wyrmwright]

My favorite eye guys from my favorite podcasts 👁️

[yennao]

Everybody shut up, I need to figure this out

[rachaelthemes]

Ocular — Version 3

Preview // User Guide // More Info & Install

your favorite sidebar theme just got an upgrade, babeyyy

I went to update Ocular to make it NPF post-compliant and then my hand slipped and I redesigned the whole thing lmao. here's a brief update about Ocular 3; if you're looking for a full list of changes between versions 2 and 3, click the "Read More" below)

Ocular comes with the following features:

Colors: easily change the color scheme of your sidebar and posts using any colors you want

Post sizes: 400px, 500px, 540px, 600px, 700px

Sidebar: can be on the left, right, or above the posts. pick from a list of sidebar sizes, header image heights, and avatar shapes

Fonts: 20 different fonts, sizes 13px to 18px

Background: solid, gradient, full-size image or repeating image

Links: choose either regular navigation or drop-down navigation. unlimited custom links (visit the help desk FAQ for a tutorial) and ability to rename home, ask, submit, and archive links

Endless scroll, custom ask box text, Tumblr's full-width controls and search bar, optional header, avatar, and favicon images

if you already have Ocular installed, version 3 should be coming at you as soon as the update passes the theme garden. if you installed this theme with GitHub, you'll have to re-install manually.

now let's get to the fun stuff. what's new in version 3?

wow, do I have some updates for you!

1. goodbye color schemes, hello post background and text colors

you can now directly control the color of the posts rather than relying on color schemes to do it. want your posts to be a very specific shade of navy? all yours, buddy. go wild (make sure it's readable tho)

2. hello, color schemes! wait I thought we got rid of that guy

a lot of the color schemes I made became redundant now that the new post background/text color options exist. if you were married to the old color schemes, all of them can be recreated using those options. so the new color scheme options are as follows:

"My colors" — uses the colors you picked for post background/text

"Light preset" and "dark preset" — sets the posts to white with black text, or off-black with white text

"Translucent" — uses the colors you choose for post background/text, but makes the post backgrounds semi-transparent. there are NINE different translucent color schemes, ranging from 90% (only slightly see-through) to 10% (VERY see through)

3. navigation dropdown option

you can either use the sidebar links like they were before, or you can turn them into a cute little dropdown (helpful if you have lots of links or links with long titles!) you can enable this using the "use dropdown navigation" setting. you can also customize the label for the dropdown using the "dropdown menu label" setting. for instance, the dropdown on my blog currently says "oooh you wanna click me"

4. RIP google fonts I always hated your load times

decided to stop using Google Fonts and instead I'm providing the font files directly in the code. this will help speed up load times drastically when using custom fonts, plus I don't have to use Google. win-win! there's quite a bit of coverage overlap with the old fonts, but some of them that were too similar to each other got the ax. I also added all of the system fonts as options (hit classics like Arial, Georgia, and Comic Sans MS are now available TO YOU!)

5. more layout, sizing, and spacing options

the sidebar used to be either on the center-left, center-right, or above the posts; now it can go in the top-left or top-right! you can now control the border radius on the posts and sidebar. the header height, sidebar width, and post spacing all have additional options.

6. some options have been renamed for additional clarity

"background color 1" -> "background color"

"background color 2" -> "gradient background color"

"background" -> "background style"

"font override" -> "use body font everywhere"

"title" -> "sidebar title"

"description" -> "sidebar description"

"ask box text" -> "custom HTML above ask box"

7. removed some options

you win some, you lose some. I removed the uppercase sidebar links, theme credit, and inline media spacing options, mostly for redundancy reasons or because they produced unclear results.

8. as previously stated, now NPF-compliant

Ocular was ALMOST compliant with Tumblr's new post format, but had a few tweaks that needed to be ironed out. they're now ironed.

9: now user-friendly right out of the box

I updated the default color and content options, so new users installing this theme will have a much easier time using and customizing it immediately. no more ugly ass green background!

10. and finally, new JS

I had to rewrite some of the javascript for this theme, which turned into me rewriting ALL of the javascript. doing so meant that I could eliminate dependencies on third-party JS libraries and run the whole thing on plain JS. that should improve load times!!

bonus: custom CSS can do some nifty stuff now

want to change the size of your avatar? you can do that now! just do this to your Advanced > Add custom CSS section

super helpful if you're using the Avatar shape: Uncropped setting and you need your image to be a specific size (like a pixelated GIF)

for more info, check out the Ocular user guide. thanks for reading my updates!! hope you all have a fantastic start to your 2024 ❤️

[adhdandcomics]

@ every single person since i was 12 years old who just told me to go to bed earlier + get a consistent sleep schedule & then i would feel better & be normal. well, i woke up at 8:30am for 2 weeks to teach with the most consistent schedule I’ve had since high school & on the 14th day my vision straight up went out at work. and then i slept for 12 straight hours anyway. so put that in your pipe and smoke it

[liimbolosttheirway]

Oh bandit risk of rain 2, you will always be famous

[braxix]

Elrond: I have a migraine.

Galadriel: Ibuprofen's in the bathroom cabinet.

Elrond: I'd rather suffer. Wake me up in two days. Peace.

[blackberry-s0da]

Day 14: eyes

Glaucoma

[tricoufamily]

on my old blog i made this fucked up horror town for simblreen these were some residents but i'm just gonna let them be fucked up in a normal setting to play with some blue-ancolia horses i don't know

[inwiste]

saw a post about hashirama potentially having ocular albinism based on his first appearance having light eyes like tobirama... i got carried away

“You overdid yourself again.” 

He anticipates the touch before it arrives. Tobirama’s fingers are cool where they find his temples, fanning out to rest gently on the crown of his head. His eyes remain shut, body relaxing of its own accord. 

“You need to wear the glasses, anija.” There’s a sharp edge to Tobirama’s tone, clear dichotomy to his brother’s careful maneuvering, to the way Hashirama’s head settles in his lap. To the fingers that come to his head once more, working in small circles. “At least in the compound. The mokuton can compensate for a lot, but it can’t help you read.”

They’ve had this conversation a thousand times. He’ll learn, eventually. He’ll try to, at least.

“You could always read the reports to me,” he murmurs. The throbbing ache rattles his skull. His jaw is still locked up, mouth hardly moving. His tongue sticks in his mouth, dry as it is. He can’t remember where his tea went. He knows there was tea—the taste has withered on his tongue but he can still catch a trace of it when he swallows, pain pulsing in time with the contraction. “You’re concise. Know what’s important and what isn’t.” 

Tobirama’s hands drift downwards, pulling him up a fraction before taking the base of his skull into steady hands, pressing pads of fingers into the nape of his neck. 

“I have my own work to do.” It’s not an outright refusal. “I don’t enjoy wearing them either, but I make the concession regardless to minimize situations like these, anija.”

They don’t go away entirely, though. The brain is too complex, chakra pathways too delicate to risk the potential damage that could arise from trying to alleviate the pain. They must live with the days that must be spent in the dark, where his brother can hardly rise on hands and knees before retching, where food and water are a poison to Hashirama’s stomach. It’s hardly behavior fitting of a clan head and clan heir, but things progressed beneath his father’s leadership. The work still got done. Their people were still kept safe.

Hashirama opens his eyes for a brief moment, wincing at the dull, stabbing pain that infects his eyes and spreads out to the sockets. His brother’s face is blurry even from the short distance spanning between them, tattoos standing sharp against pale skin. Closes them just as quick.

The clench of his jaw lessens a fraction, stiff muscles uncoiling. He sighs heavily when Tobirama’s thumbs push firmly against the base of his skull. His breathing deepens. Time slips past him, mind drifting into a twilight zone. He can feel his brother’s hands still rubbing circles into his head, throbbing roots slowly being pulled from his skull. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” he slurs sleepily, tongue grown heavy in his mouth. He doesn’t move, though. He’s resting fully against Tobirama now, into the embrace that holds his head so slightly aloft. “I would have gone to the healers if it got any worse.” 

His brother huffs, chakra taking on an indignant tone. A smile finds his lips. He’s never been able to lie to his brother. Not successfully, at least. 

“If only such a thing were true,” Tobirama says. “Someone has to make sure you don’t end up bedridden. I should leave you to the mercy of Izumi the next time this happens.” 

He won’t, they both know. Such an admission will never slip past his brother’s tongue. Such truths are laid bare between them regardless. 

Perhaps once he would have felt guilty for demanding so much of his brother’s time. The mokuton is enough on the battlefield. It’s enough for traversing the pathways of the compound, it’s enough for the floor of their home. The earth is forgiving. Papers are not. 

Something still sticks in his throat when Tobirama pulls free entirely, dragging him from his reverie. He listens to Tobirama pull the shutters closed. To the soft footsteps that bring him close once more, fabric rustling as he sinks to his knees.

“You should rest, anija.” Tobirama’s voice is soft. The ache has lessened to a dull throb. Exhaustion clings to him, even though there are several hours still standing between them and sunset. 

Knuckles brush his cheek before he feels Tobirama’s hand settle against his forehead. His hand has chilled further, free hand stroking his cheek as Hashirama sighs. 

He grabs Tobirama’s hand as it parts from his skin, thumb tracing the raised flesh on the knuckle of his index finger. A particularly bad scrape during a spar had split the skin. They were children at the time but the scar has remained strong on his skin. 

“Stay until I fall asleep?” 

There is no childish tilt to his tone but he feels the trepidation regardless. Feels the memories of a ten year old boy sink into his skin. Of smaller hands rubbing relief into his skull, soothing cyclical pain. It had become clockwork at a point, he remembers. Before he had gained better control of the mokuton. Before he was able to lessen the burden on failing eyes. He feels them well up in his throat, already beginning to fester on his tongue as he waits for an answer beyond the stiffening of Tobirama’s body behind his head. 

He smiles at the huff that answers him—a small thing. Little more than the lifting of the corners of his lips.

“Where else would I go?”

[alexis-royce]

[blackseafoam]

Whumptober day 04. hallucinations l Hypnosis l sensory deprivation l "you're still alive in my head"

WC: 805

Warnings: Mild injury, ocular migraine, mentioned animal death (natural causes)

Stuenn felt the flicking twigs of the underbrush grabbing at his waxed anorak and woolen mittens as he trudged ahead. The waterproof clothing now merely decorative, having sweated through all of his underlayers. The musher squinted at the path ahead of him.

It's getting worse. Stuenn had experienced ocular migraines before, but never this bad, and the timing could not have been worse.

He had no way to know how long it had been since he lost his dog team, but the sun had just begun to set the last time he'd seen their furry hides disappear down the trail. He was far out on the Taiga, exploring a new trapping route. Sure, his people knew where he was, but it was still several days journey back home.

The clear sky was his only saving grace, with the canopy of bright moonlight and stars to orient by, Stuenn could see his path. He followed the pawprints and runner tracks in the snow by the cool light. The panic subsided for a while, and Stuenn jogged in the snow for hours after his runaway team. Hoping to find them tangled beyond the ability to keep running, or the sled snagged on a tree.

The unfortunately familiar gray haze began in the bottom of the field of view in his left eye. No no, not now. Stuenn futilely rubbed at his eye over and over again as he kept jogging through the woods. It was a matter of minutes before he had no vision in his left eye, and the haze was encroaching on his right, but he couldn't stop. The lack of eyesight was dangerous, but the cold was deadly. The damp layers under his jacket and pants would make quick work of his body heat if he stopped moving.

While using his other senses to navigate as best he could, he found himself in some bushes, which were rare in the taiga (except near rivers). At this point he was guessing where to go. The panic had clouded his judgement thicker than the blank haze, which now reduced his vision to a wide pinhole.

He stepped out into nothingness.

The musher's chest constricted as his inner ear told him he was falling, fast. He reached out by instinct, grabbing thin branches that snapped instantly. Something did catch him though, his mukluk held fast between two tree roots as his body pivoted over the edge. Stuenn groaned in pain as his ankle held his body weight at an unnatural angle. Grabbing at his knife, he tried swiping at the roots with the sharp instrument. He missed. Missed again, and again. He swiped so violently that his body began to rock back and fourth as he did so.

The boot slipped off.

Stuenn felt his left side hit something on the way down, scraping his face, but slowing his descent as he then rolled down a rocky canyon wall and onto the snowbank below.

So the trapper found himself. Face down in the snow, with only one boot, still gripping his survival knife.

A voice sounded, on the edge of his auditory periphery. It spoke a lilting incomprehensible sentence.

Sluggishly lifting his head, Stuenn attempted to scan his surroundings. Breath quickening in instant panic as he was suddenly reminded that he was almost completely blinded, save for a hole no bigger than the palm of his hand at the end of an outstretched arm. He propped himself up painfully, noticing his blood in the snow as he looked down.

He heard something else. Panting. The panting of a dog team going by, the sliding of runners on a nicely packed trail. Raising his gaze again, he caught sight of a pale dog standing before him.

Vikki.

His first dog, the first sled dog he could call all his own. The dog that had lived to a healthy 17 years old. The dog that had been in his life longer than not. She stood with her head low, glowering down at him.

"You're going the wrong way, dumbass."

The voice glided by on a wind rather than coming from Vikki.

"Am I dead?" Stuenn huffed, then had to gasp for air after the effort of speaking, holding his head at an awkward angle to see his long lost companion.

"No. Get up you limp herring, we've got work to do."

"I lost my boot."

"Excuses. I have no boots, you don't see me whining about it." Vik began to turn away and walk into the darkness.

"I can't see, slow down." Stuenn struggled to his feet. Once his one booted, and one merely socked feet were underneath him he staggered forward.

His knife laid in the snow behind, forgotten. The loyal tool would have shed a tear if it had feelings.

[pushing500]

These two drama queens, honestly. They got to spend three whole days alone in a car cab together!! Unless Duchess sat on Blackdragon's lap the whole trip, they couldn't really get much closer!

On another note, please remember to wear a helmet when riding a motorbike unless you happen to be the last high priest of an ancient eldritch deity who grants you powers via cannibalistic tendencies thank youuu

When we arrived at our new home, M.M. decided he didn't like his topknot braid anymore and cut it into a cute lil' tuft of hair between his horns. He looks just as dashing as before <3

And finally, a sneak peek at our new home... 👀

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