#they're called “opticians”

[yandere-romanticaa]

Nothing makes me more mad than when my mother tells me to get ready and hurry the fuck up, only for me to get ready, actually hurry the fuck up and ask her when we're leaving, only for her to tell me that we are ACTUALLY going in like, an HOUR

[tchotchkez]

damn y'all work really does got me Tired About Eyeballs

[b-blushes]

WRETCHED tasks i've got to see if i can summon the strength for this week: - take my phone to see if it needs fixing (it keeps dying even though it has over 70% charge when i use apps 🙃) - see if i can get the nose thingies changed for smaller ones on my sunglasses.

objectively not the most challenging tasks but arghhrrrhghghhhhhrhhhghhh :( i hate them.

[iluminaru]

In honor of Valentine's day, I present you headcanons of my all time favorite Total drama couple: Alejandro and Heather.

Alejandro loved Valentine's day since he was a pre-teen, the atmosphere filled with love and hope always was delightful and appealing him. Heather, on the other hand, isn't a fan of this celebration. She loved watching teenage drama series, movies, shows. All of them had romantic relationships/interests between the main characters, so she dreamed of having one as well. But to be fair, she felt nothing towards Valentine's day, like it was an ordinary day. Although, when she and Alejandro have officially started dating, she's warmed up a little to the Day of love.

Usually, Alejandro is the one who sets up dates, but sometimes Heather takes control over it. Most of the time she doesn't know what she's doing, but they both ending up enjoying their date.

Heather doesn't know how to show affection, it's a complete opposite for Alejandro, who's very affectionate. Because of this, she feels like she's not reciprocating enough to his love and care.

Alejandro's hobby is dollmaking. Once he made a pair of dolls which resembled him and Heather holding hands. These dolls now sitting on a shelf of a glass door closet next to their bed.

Heather often uses Alejandro as a pillow or laying on top of him. She's just likes to cuddle him or be cuddled by him.

After the volcano accident, Alejandro needs glasses. Not in a way that he can't see without them, but his vision was damaged. Problem is, he doesn't like wearing glasses. He tried to use contact lenses, but turns out, he's allergic to them. Heather is pushing him to start wearing glasses more often, every time they're at a shopping center, she takes him to optician's in order to choose a new frames.

They do movie nights quite often. Ever since Heather made Alejandro watch a couple of movies with her, he's started to like television. Usually they would watch a horror movie, sometimes anime or Scooby-Doo.

Heather's favorite dessert is a blueberry muffin dipped in chocolate. Every time when Alejandro wants to surprise her by making something delicious, he's always making these muffins.

Alejandro is easy swooned by even smallest bits of affection by Heather. She gifted him a rose? His happiness is unmeasurable. She commitmented him? Head over heels. She called him "love" or copied his "mi amore"? He will remember this for weeks.

Alejandro's favorite flowers are sunflowers, but he'll be more appreciative if gets roses (his second favorite flowers). It would be weird to have a giant flower in a bucket, because he couldn't find a vase that fits. He did sometimes imagined that, but he wasn't ready for Heather to actually get him a middle-sized sunflower. Thankfully, it was only once and he won't be dealing with a 5 feet (152.4 cm) tall flower ever again.

They're often attacking eachother, but in a harmless, playful manner. Like pushing each other into a snowdrifts or into a pile of leaves. The least thing they want to do is to cause any harm, but if they do accidentally hurt each other, they'll apologize immediately.

[hellospriggan]

*steeples fingers in front of face and exhales slowly*

I'm just going to present this story time in bullet points, because it's pretty clear how rubbish this day has been without extra embellishment.

Woke up with a migraine (took medicine, felt better eventually)

Got kids breakfast; Griffin did not like the banana bread, took some time to find a substitute. Eventually got him fed.

Had to rush through getting ready for school due to second breakfast.

Got outside early for the school bus, because it was five+ minutes early yesterday and we nearly missed it.

School bus was not early

School bus was not on time

School bus was late

This mattered more than usual, because Gwen had an eye appointment at 9:45; the plan was to get Grif on the bus, go back inside to grab our stuff, and immediately leave.

Bus is 10 minutes late, I call it. I can get both kids in the car and drop Grif off at school on the way.

Right??

We get inside, Griffin has a meltdown over missing the bus. I assure him he's still going to school.

Gwen needs the bathroom.

I realize we are not going to have time to drop off Grif, or we'll be late for the appointment. What do I do? Do I reschedule it for the second time (because we were sick two weeks ago) and Get Griffin to school on time?

Meanwhile the school bus rolls up fifteen minutes late, opens its doors, and waits. And waits. Then it meanders off on its way again, while I seethe at the window.

I have a small panic attack. Gwen asks me if I'm sad and I actually cry, and she gives me a cuddle. Okay, I'm good.

I tell Griffin he's going with us, and I'll drop him off at school AFTER the appointment.

Griffin cries. Get him calmed down, get all our stuff, get outside.

Realize the car is locked. Where are my keys?? OH FFS they're locked inside the house.

We're going to be late to the appointment now, too. I try to call the office, but there's no cell reception at our house, ever, so it will not connect.

I get the emergency spare and get in the house and get my keys.

When I get back out, Griffin is crying because he has decided this whole thing is somehow his fault, and that he's "the problem". My heart breaks and I tell my son he is NEVER A PROBLEM. We both cry.

Get the kids in the car.

Half a mile down the road, the car sickness sets in, and I spend the next 30 minutes wondering if one or both kids is going to barf.

Maps app is on in the background, but not actually working. Luckily the directions are simple and I remember the way.

Have my husband, who's at work, call the school AND the office to let everyone know we're late.

No one barfs. We get there fifteen minutes late.

Gwen has her eye test. She's wearing glasses right now to correct eye crossing due to nearsightedness, and there has been little enough improvement that I now need to have her wear an eye patch.

Griffin shows the optician the page in my sketchbook that he's covering with multiplication; I take a deep breath and remind myself that he's missing a morning of kindergarten, a week before summer break, ie board games. And that he can fucking multiply. It's going to be fine.

We eventually get out. Everyone needs the bathroom.

Get out to the car, check the time, and realize that we'll make it back to school halfway through his lunch IF we're lucky, and he won't have time to eat.

I make the executive decision that we're having donuts for lunch, because we fucking deserve them. Well look, there's a Dunkin right across the street! I can even do drive through and not have to get them out of the car seats again! (It is amazing how much of a consideration that becomes, but it adds so much time.)

We do drive through, and the person keeps asking me over the intercom what I want, even though I keep begging for a moment to look at the menu.

We order donuts, lemonade, and coffee. Pay, tip handsomely as an apology for my (I think understandable) lack of organization, pull into a parking spot to feed everyone. We have no straws.

I jog over to the window and ask for three straws.

He gives me two. I ask for another. I get four total.

I spill coffee on my foot.

We eat donuts, and they are splendid. I hope no one barfs on the way home now.

No one barfs. It's close, again. (If he does throw up, he's not allowed at school. Understandable, but another thing to navigate.)

We get Griffin to school, right at the end of his lunch period. He's very cranky about how this day has gone. I have also forgotten to pack him a snack, and donuts are not very sustaining. Hope he makes it.

Gwen and I stop at the produce stand down the road to buy fruit, and go home. I think more about car seats, and if there's a way to calculate how much of my life as a parent has been spent dealing with them.

At home I refuse to stand in the sun blowing bubbles for Gwen, and she gets mad. We have another discussion about how we're a team but at least half of this team is very tired. We go inside and watch TV instead.

My new notepads arrive, a bright moment. My website is still kind of broken, but cute stationary helps!

We were planning on going to the fireman's carnival tonight. Tomorrow is the last day. I really hope everyone is up to going tonight and that it's not the last straw in a busy day.

I think I'm going to take cute photos of the new notepads, work on my website, and honestly just let Gwen watch as much TV as she wants today. I struggle a lot to balance screen time for my kids, but I also try really hard to think about what I would need/want on a rough day, and not hold them to a higher standard.

I tried so hard to keep a positive tone on things today, and I was really open with them about the fact that sometimes things go wrong and it's no one's fault, but that DANG it's tough when it all seems to happen at once! We took several minutes in the car just all shouting "BUMMER!!" as loud as we could, and that helped.

[silversoulstardust]

I'm still waiting for my new 855€ glasses to arrive (yes it's that expensive, I'm practically blind, and no, I don't have a medical card so I had to pay out of pocket) and it's been two weeks so I called the optician and you know what. they're still not ready!!!!! goshhh. I know I should not be complaining because people are working reasonable hours and they're doing the best they can but this is ridiculously slow what if I needed them to drive????

[cantsayidont]

Haterating and hollerating in the 1980s. None of these movies has any meaningful wlw content, so just assume the answer to "CONTAINS LESBIANS?" is "No."

VIDEODROME (1983): I'd never actually seen all of this loopy, surreal David Cronenberg thriller about an opportunistic Canadian TV station president (James Woods) who becomes convinced that a mysterious series of pirate broadcasts showing scenes of torture and murder might be the Next Big Thing, resisting all attempts to warn him off until it's far too late. Like SCANNERS (which I had seen), its influence has been so outsized that much of it feels familiar even on first viewing, including the film's now-notorious forays into body horror, which, if you're expecting them, are no longer really that shocking (although they are often memorably icky). What's less expected, and thus more striking, is the film's Pynchon-like (Pynchonian? Pynchonesque?) deadpan absurdity; the story is full of characters with names like Blanca O'Blivion (Sonja Smits), daughter of Marshall-McLuhan-like media theorist Brian O'Blivion, and Barry Convex (Leslie Carlson), a sinister optician who's also a defense contractor. It's really very funny, in the same mode as John Carpenter's later THEY LIVE. Judging by the sheer density of ridiculous stuff happening even around the edges, like the brief snippet we see of the weird call-in show hosted by Nicki Brand (Debbie Harry, who's less prominently featured than I'd been given to expect), I can only assume it was intentional, although Cronenberg's narrative straight face and the outsize reactions to the goopy "videocassette orifice" stuff stood in the way of its being recognized as a comedy. (That it's a satire should of course be obvious.) VERDICT: One of those movies you need to see for reasons of cultural literacy, even if it's not really your thing, but perhaps not while eating.

GOTCHA! (1985): Before finding his niche on the TV show ER, Anthony Edwards had a burgeoning career as one of the more obnoxious of the many obnoxious young male stars of the '80s, offering an insufferable combination of earnestness and smarm in films like REVENGE OF THE NERDS and this dumb teen adventure, obviously intended to capitalize on a then-popular campus fad. Horny 18-year-old UCLA veterinary student Jonathan Moore, whose favorite hobby is the titular paintball assassination game, decides to go to Europe with a friend (Alex Rocco, who has more charisma in his minor supporting role than Edwards musters in his entire '80s filmography) and falls for a hot older woman called Sasha (Linda Fiorentino), who soon involves Jonathan in some deadly real-world espionage. The midsection, set in Paris and Berlin, is an okay if unremarkable Cold War thriller, with Edwards relatively tolerable as a fish out of water; the movie's best scene has him hitching a ride with a van full of German punks who love DALLAS. Unfortunately, the third act returns to L.A. and attempts to pay off the paintball-game setup, with preposterous results. Also, if you're much older than the protagonist, the way the story wraps up Jonathan's relationship with Sasha will likely seem a little creepy. VERDICT: Misses the mark.

INTO THE NIGHT (1985): Oddball black comedy thriller starring Jeff Goldblum as Ed Okin, a depressed, insomniac aerospace engineer who over the course of one long night becomes the unlikely savior of a beautiful woman (Michelle Pfeiffer) who's being pursued by an assortment of deadly enemies. Goldblum has fun with his character, who hasn't slept in days and is no longer capable of any emotional response beyond mild dismay (something that becomes progressively funnier as the situation escalates), and he has excellent rapport with Pfeiffer, who's not so much a femme fatale as an aging good-time girl who's worn out her welcome just about everywhere. Unfortunately, they're saddled with a script that often seems like an unfinished draft, with a murky, rather racist plot that's full of setups for gags whose punchlines are still marked "TBA," and punctuated by bursts of violence that are frequently meaner than called for (the fate of the Kathryn Harrold character is especially nasty, and completely gratuitous). Dan Ackroyd, David Bowie, Vera Miles, Irene Papas, and other prominent stars pop up in minor roles, usually for no more than a scene or two, and director John Landis peppers the film with guest appearances by other film directors (including Roger Vadim, Paul Mazursky, David Cronenberg, and Jim Henson, among others), which is distracting if you recognize them and puzzling if you don't. VERDICT: Goldblum and Pfeiffer are great, but Landis's weird indulgences leave it feeling like a private joke.

MANHUNTER (1986): Mesmerizing Michael Mann adaptation of the Thomas Harris novel RED DRAGON, with William Petersen as Will Graham, Dennis Farina as Jack Crawford, Tom Noonan as the "Tooth Fairy" killer, Joan Allen as Reba, and Brian Cox as Hannibal Lecter (for some reason spelled "Lecktor"). It has a very different narrative center of gravity than later Hannibal Lecter movies or the HANNIBAL TV show, though it's no less stylized, with striking use of color and music (most memorably in the finale, which uses Iron Butterfly's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" diegetically). Like most such stories, it's ideologically objectionable — though arguably less so than THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS — but it's certainly effective, and less hokey than the 2002 adaptation with Ed Norton. Long, slow-paced (particularly in the director's cut), and not very deep, but if you catch it in the right frame of mind, its blend of chilly psychological detachment and procedural minutiae is almost hypnotic. VERDICT: A movie to dissociate to.

THE MANHATTAN PROJECT (1986): If OPPENHEIMER struck you as too pompous and amoral, try this decent if implausible mid-'80s teen movie about a high school science prodigy (Christopher Collet) who decides to protest the secret DOE lab run by his mom's nerdy new scientist boyfriend (John Lithgow) by stealing some plutonium from the lab with the help of his aspiring teen reporter sort-of girlfriend (a babyfaced Cynthia Nixon) and then building his own atomic bomb. The first half relies too heavily on its hyper-competent (and singularly arrogant) kid hero effortlessly outwitting doofus adults, although it works well enough on its own terms. Things pick up in the exciting third act, which is enlivened by a terrific performance by Lithgow, supported by John Mahoney as a hard-bitten Army colonel who's decided the best way to contain the situation is to kill the boy as soon as they can separate him from the bomb. Collet is quite good, if not terribly likeable; Nixon does her best with an underwritten supporting role. VERDICT: The intended moral point ends up a little muddy, but an attempt was made, which is more than one can say for Nolan's overblown epic.

MIRACLE MILE (1988): AFTER HOURS at the end of the world: What begins as a treacly romance about a dweebish musician (Anthony Edwards at his most objectionably saccharine) falling for a diner waitress (Mare Winningham with a truly unfortunate haircut) takes an extremely dark turn as our hapless hero answers a misdialed pay phone call and learns that nuclear war is about to begin, setting him on a frantic, surreal late-night quest to find his dream girl and get them both out of L.A. before it's destroyed by (presumably) Soviet missiles. It's a frightening premise for a perfectly dreadful script whose painfully contrived setup, cartoonish characters (including Denise Crosby as an unlikely diner patron who seems to know something about what may be going on), and uneasy half-comic tone undermine its credibility at every turn. The urgency and uncertainty of the threat are enough to hold your attention for about an hour, but from there, the story has nothing left to do but to play out the string, leading to an incredibly nihilistic finale not recommended for anyone in an emotionally fragile state. VERDICT: Memorably weird, but not in a good way.

[chaoticgeminate]

I'm not going to disparage anyone from buying online if its affordable to them, but as an Optician in a locally owned business these websites are destroying my field of work. So like, please maybe consider buying at least one pair from your locally owned place every now and again? I am a real person who works in the eyeglass industry, and I'm reminding you that I will be forced out of work in a field I have spent 11 years of my life working in.

When you buy online you go where to get them fitted? An eye doctor or a local optician, the very people that these websites are putting out of business. AKA me. So please consider buying local if you can afford to do so.

The problem with the eyeglass industry stems from an amalgamation of factors, but the second big problem is Essilor. Essilor was originally a lens manufacturer, if you have heard of Varilux or Eyezen or Crizal they're the ones who make those lenses and coatings.

Essilor merged with Luxottica , who is a frame manufacturer from Italy that owns most designer brands back in 2018. Brands like Ray-Ban, Coach, Armani, Oakley, etc. Which doesn't seem that bad until you look at what else they own.

EssilorLuxottica owns a lab called Nassau, which is one of the biggest supplier for stock (generic) lenses in the USA, and they also own Lenscrafters, the company that has eyeglass stores all over the USA. Luxottica purchased lenscrafters back in 1995 and Essilor got a hold of them through the merger.

So, you walk into any Lenscrafters and order a pair of glasses from any Lucottica owned brand and you're just handing them free money at that point.

But wait it gets worse.

They own Eyemed/Aetna.

A vision insurance.

EssilorLucottica manufactures lenses and frames, owns a retail chain, AND a whole vision insurance company. Do you see why it's such an issue now? They've created a model that other optical giants are trying to emulate, because walking into a Lenscrafters with Eyemed insurance is basically just a free sale for them.

And that isn't even the biggest issue in the vision industry.

It's vision insurance.

As stated above, one major insurance company is owned by a lens manufacturer , so that's really shitty. But, like all insurance companies, they don't want to pay out money for claims. When you file an Eyemed claim, you have to choose a lab, and it has to be an Essilor partner where this lab is basically owned by or pays boatloads of money to Essilor.

VSP is the same way. Doctors and labs have to be VSP partners to be allowed to accept the insurance, but the lenses have to come from a VSP authorized lab. So, most 'independent' labs are Essilor and VSP partners in order to stay in business.

But again, they don't want to pay the claims.

If I file an Eyemed claim, even using an Eyemed lab, there is a 70/30 chance it will be a negative amount and we have to pay THEM money for the 'privilege' of just taking the patient's order. And that's ordering the lenses uncut where we cut the blanks in our edging machine to fit them to the frame.

So someone comes in, spends however long choosing a frame (maybe with an optician's help) and pays anywhere from 0‐300 on their glasses out of pocket. We submit the order, usually pay them. So rent, electric, payroll... yea do you see what I'm getting at? That's why the price without insurance is so high, because we have to charge something so we can keep the staff employed and the lights on.

Optical is more in depth than just putting a pair of glasses on your face or contacts on your eye, there are eye diseases that need to be monitored and conditions that require specialized knowledge. Most young eyeglasses wearers are fine with just slapping on a pair of glasses, and honestly, I'm happy for you.

Truly, seeing should not be so expensive.

But please remember that everyone else is going to break before Essilor/Luxottica does.

where are those startups that are disrupting the glasses industry

[obsessedwithreadingandwriting]

Random ramblings about my life #5

I went to my optician on friday. It's a yearly trip because I have an eye disease called keratoconus. A usually progressive illness which causes the cornea to thin and deform causing severe astigmatism, nearsightedness, blurry and double vision and light sensitivity.

Basically you see bad and your vision gets worse and it sucks.

Whatever, I'm rambling. Back to my visit to the optician.

If I'm honest it went pretty okay. My persecution hasn't changed which is good, I guess. Lucky me, apparently my keratoconus has stopped progressing for now. My eyes might still be shitty but at least they're not getting shittier at the moment. Yay.

My contacts are a bit dirty and need to be exchanged but that was to be expected. Most likely my insurance will pay for them. Another yay.

So all in all a pretty decent visit.

And yet, as always, I'm frustrated. As always I feel like screaming.

Because how is it fair that just cause as a kid I couldn't stop rubbing my eyes. Just cause my neurodermatitis caused them to be dry as bones I am now stuck with the shitty, shitty eyes that are slowly taking away all my freedom.

How is it fair that I am constantly terrified when I have to drive at night on a busy streets because I can't really distinguish the lights anymore?

How is it fair that whenever I leave the house I'll have to carry a whole bag of stuff with me just in case anything happens?

How is it fair that I might have to give up my dream of becoming a firefighter wearing SCBA just because I'll most likely fail the eye exam?

How is fair that I can't go anywhere in the summer without my sun glasses because the brightness hurts my eyes?

And how is it fair that I have to constantly worry about eye infections, so much so that I have to clean my contacts with a special cleaner, because my cornea sucks and doesn't really protect my eyes?

How is it fair that the possibility of actual blindness will forever be stuck in the back of my mind?

[madmaryholiday]

Frustratingly, the glasses I ordered back in March when I did my eye exam just.

Never came in.

Which explains why I never got a call about them, but also I now have to wait until Monday to talk to the optician about it.

How vexing.

I have the feeling it might be due to me ordering a frame color that was listed as an option but wasn't available in a tester pair?

It would be quite irksome if I wind up having to select a different pair of glasses because the frame color I wanted is no longer made or something.

Anyway, I guess I don't have to think about it until Monday.

I also might just order a couple pairs of glasses from zenni now instead of waiting to make sure the new prescription is correct. They're cheap enough that if they don't work out, I'm fine.

[navramanan]

Still very much conflicted about whether or not i should buy a new pack of contacts with my new prescriptions or consult "my" eye specialist first when i'm in austria again which won't be before december, meaning i'll have to live a mask+glasses(+lab) life for two months. Thinking thoughts

[demifiendcruithne]

okay why did tumblr tell me i was tagged in this reblog????? i don't see it. weird

anyway; that one's probably the best one for it to have come up for for me in hindsight because it means if i don't have any other task that needs doing i can just Actually Tidy My Desk Or Clothes Or Such and not worry about it not counting. stonks

my schedule currently looks like;

today: small groceries / parcel pickup (which was intended to be yesterday but i did something else instead)

tomorrow: laundry (might move, i need my sibling's help but they should be available)

friday/saturday adjustable: wash up the fork/plate hoard; small grocery run + if i can work out where it is go ask my opticians about a useful accessibility thing

sunday: friend is streaming so i intend to while watching do some form of file optimisation task / researching if i can edit playlists with python (and if the same format works in both the media player i use on laptop and on phone) so i can do phone playlist management on laptop

next week possible: Actually Go Look For A Chest Of Drawers??? that one will take a few days since i'll have to tidy the area where it'll live again

next week possible: actually sort out selling some cards to the local tabletop game store. probably only the ones that are currently allowed in standard for now rather than the super old ones i have to filter it down a bit

this is subject to change also if pip calls me back but it'll apparently take weeks. heckers

as for yesterday,

i hate blister pack meds so much Ugh they're a pain to get out and half of these break if i use the pusher. but for another week i can just take meds at 9 and go back to sleep instead of waiting until i can get out of bed, which was particularly important to do yesterday because i have adhd coaching tomorrow and need to actually. be awake before afternoon for it :v (yeah these are all daily morning it sucks. at least i don't have the artificial orange one i have to chew any more)

April '24 Self Care Challenge!!

the thing where every month me and some mutuals challenge ourselves and each other to do things for ourselves! in february i got back into the habit of brushing my teeth every day, and in march i stretched for a few minutes every day.

please only vote for a skill if you intend to participate!

[rubydollchaos]

Went to the opticians today - was feeling good about being a Good Responsible Adult and looking forward to picking out some nice new glasses. Did the look at the hot air balloon thing, felt like I blinked way too much and didn't get my head in the right position for the next part but that was fine. I could deal with that level of awkwardness because I'm sure a lot of people unconsciously move when they're getting air blown in their eye. Then we go into the next room. The optician asks me how long since my last exam. I say it's been a while, he pulls up my records and tells me it was 2016 or 18,one of those and asks if I've had my eyes checked anywhere else. I say no. He says something about a question and kinda mumbles so I ask him to repeat it. He looks at me and asks "how important are your eyes?"

I stare at him and don't answer because it's a stupid question designed to make me feel bad about something I can't change now. Seconds tick by and he tries to prompt me to answer. I still don't say anything. He gives me a lecture about all the things they check for, not just vision - which is great because knowing they're looking to find something wrong with me is absolutely going to make me want to go through the process! Bear in mind I avoided going to the dentist for 35 years because I didn't want to be judged and lectured and have problems I was blissfully unaware of discovered.

After the lecture he does the eye test, tells me one eye's distance vision has changed but both eyes close vision has changed. He gives me a spiel - I can either get two pairs of glasses for near and far, something they call "bifocals" which they don't tend to do much these days or "varifocals" - and I patiently listen to his explanation of what they are while wondering how much of a fucking idiot he thinks I am. I tell him I haven't noticed any issues with my near sight so do I really need varifocals and he says he stands by what he's said. Oh and as I drive and use a computer I should get the anti glare coating too.

Luckily I'm herded out to yet another member of staff. He asks about the varifocals and I tell him I just take my glasses off for close work - he actually listens to me and says it depends what I want to use them for and lets me make my own decision. He walks me through the glasses options, seems surprised when I say I didn't notice any difference with the anti glare coating other than that they got dirty way quicker but didn't push it. Then he left me alone to look at frames.

I message my friend to rant and consider asking for my prescription and going elsewhere. But if I don't face the task of getting glasses now, I'll just have to do it another day. I've worn glasses since I was 16 and still don't think they suit me. But I don't like my face at the best of times so that doesn't help. I don't like small glasses because they emphasise how small my eyes are, but bigger glasses touch my cheeks if I smile and it's irritating. I'm wearing a mask because I have a cold but after narrowing it down to three pairs I pull it down to check. And of course they look different without the mask so I end up trying my basket full on again. One of the members of staff checks on me but I don't accept any help because I can't cope with the charade of pretending I don't know she's being nice because it's her job.

Then an older lady starts trying glasses on too. She grumbles about her stupid wide nose making it so hard to find glasses that fit. I grumble along with her saying how my cheeks are the problem. I help her differentiate between two similar pairs and she likes one of them and asks my opinion. I confirm they're nice. My hatred of the whole process mellows out a bit. It's nice knowing I'm not the only one with problems with my face.

As I pay it seems they can't find my board but that seems like their problem rather than mine. Cos of the bank holiday it'll be ten days before I can pick my glasses up - since I work in town I say I'll just pop in. So that's ten days to cool off so I don't leave a snotty review on Google once I'm done with them.

[rogue-16-main]

Hey there. First of all, I love your content. 💕 I was wondering, if you still do these matchups? Especially band of brothers. 🙊

I'm 25, 5'6 tall and German with french roots (so I'm sorry for my bad English 😅), my pronouns are she/her and I'm kinda ace but also bi. I'm a natural blonde but I always dye my hair red and orange, cause as a kid and teen I was bullied for being blond ("she's dumb and typical blonde" you know), I have freckles and I'm chubby (my biggest insecurity). I love to cook, read and write stories. I always care for my friends (they are my family), cooking for them is my love language.

My style is casual. I'm not really girly (only when j wear my petticoats), I love jeans and hoodies and oversized shirts. For work (I'm an optician and I actually need glasses) I mostly wear jeans, a shirt and a blazer.

I'm from northern Germany, so I'm not very talkative. Everybody says "she's a lady with the mouth of a sailor" and he'll yeah, I swear a lot! 😅 Also I am very sarcastic (one way to cope with my anxiety and insecurities). I'm independent and way to proud for my own good, I rather die than asking for help. One time I got two new armchairs and they were pretty heavy. But instead of admit that they're too heavy, I carried them alone up to my apartment on the second floor. Took me nearly an hour. But that's me.

I have ADHD and battled with anxiety for most of my life. When you meet me I'm shy and I got that resting bitch face, but when you get to know me I'm very funny, caring, weird and a loyal person.

I love to drink a good beer (I mean I'm German xD) and I can handle alcohol pretty good for a girl. My driving style is a bit problematic, my friends always call me "panzerfahrer" 😅

So, I guess that's all you need to know. 😅 I know it's a lot and I could give a more information, but that would be too much I guess. 😅

Have a nice day and stay safe

Lots of love from Germany. 💕

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[comicalsansa]

That night photo is especially accurate for me. I've actually thought about doing paintings like this without my glasses on, but I'm worried I won't be able to see well enough to mix the paint right.

On a side note for depicting us blind folks without our specs, there's a point you hit where you don't "lose" your glasses because you put them in exactly the same place every time (and rarely take them off to begin with). If something happens and my glasses aren't in like, one of three places at home I freeze in place and call for someone who can see so I don't accidentally sit on them or step on them, which has happened.

Other fun facts: everyone has their own preferred way to set their glasses down when they aren't using them, and it's annoying as fuck if someone else sets them down for you wrong because we have to operate by touch a lot more without them. If you wear glasses regularly, for example, you don't fold them when you set them on your nightstand. It's easier and faster to grab the arm and jam them on your face if they're open. Those scenes where someone puts glasses on another person? That is, hands down, one of the most annoying things in the world, because no one else can put your glasses on your face right. Like, I fucking hate it when opticians try that shit and usually take the glasses from them before they can try (my right ear is a bit lower than the left, and they never seat them on my nose correctly.) Also worth noting is that if glasses fit poorly the most likely spot to cause pain is where the arm sits over the ear. Also, there is a point where your prescription can be so bad that even the slightest inaccuracy in the prescription or how the lenses are ground will give you godawful headaches and make you unable to see properly.

Finally, if you are writing a character who is so blind that they can't find their glasses when the monster knocks them off their face, those glasses will be noticeably heavy, even with high index lenses. My vision is that bad, and I am perpetually amazed and slightly discomfited when I pick up frames at the shop with just blanks in them, or reading glasses, because they're so lightweight. Like, they feel so fragile and breakable.

[ruindunburnit]

Nohoper Light and Michael for the ship meme, and also BLight but they're both trans men

Light Yagami (Death Note) andMichael Suzuki (Knitwear Club) - send me a Ship and I’ll break it down

After some thought and that, I’vegone with doing this for Light Yagami from Death Note canon; or rather, fromDeath Note canon, but he’s trans (as per NoHoper and because I want to). I’mgoing to post and reblog this a few questions at a time because, dude, this isa big one and it is late. :)

How did they they meet?

-- Inthis eventuality, Light is a rising star of the NPA, in his late-twenties andsolving crimes left and right while acting as both Kira and L (criminals moreor less always meet convenient accidents), having ‘solved’ the Kira case bysetting up an unsuspecting Teru Mikami as a fall guy during the showdown at theYellow Box warehouse and killed Near in the process.

-- Essentially,Light and Michael (living under a different name, but referred to here asMichael for ease) met during a case in Toronto that Light was running as L,concerning a human trafficking ring that an assumed Japanese suspect wasoperating in the city. Michael was working as an optometrist at a Josephsonopticians in the York Mills shopping centre when, while waiting for his nextappointment, he spots a woman with a young teenage girl. He would’ve thoughtnothing of it if he hadn’t picked out the woman’s body language, the unusuallytimid, fearful demeanour of the girl, the state of her hair and clothes.Picking up on a hunch, he takes off his id badge, leaves the opticians and goesup to the woman to ask her for directions, using his strong British accent topretend to be a tourist. She tries to shun him, but when he puts his hand onher shoulder and tells her that he suspects her of human trafficking and ismaking a citizen’s arrest on those grounds, she realises he’s on to her andruns off. He chases her down to a women’s bathroom, where he stands by thesinks, informs the other women in bathroom what’s going on, and calls mallsecurity and the police. He meets Light when he’s summoned to give a witnesstestimony, believing him to be the NPA detective L asked to assist with legworkon this particular case. Thanks to his testimony, ‘L’ caught the culprits andgained leads to other human trafficking rings. The girl, as well as the othervictims, were delivered back safely to their families and, with Michael’sappeals to Light, given access to support and treatment paid for by L. Once theculprits’ usefulness ran out, they were shipped off to prison where they later ‘contracteda disease’ and died.

-- (WhileMichael was late for his next appointment, his boss understood the severity ofthe situation enough that he wasn’t fired. She did however ask him not to pullany risky stunts again).