its really cool that we discovered glass which is the material that doesnt have any chemical reactions with anything in the universe very useful for doing chemistry due to being able to put things in it to contain chemical reactions and never having it react with the things that are in it due to it being completely and entirely unreactive to every chemical
Posts from a 17th century chymist who’s about to have their bones dissolved by hydrofluoric acid.
house and wilson are both committing malpractice but in like. opposite ways. house is so detached from his patients that it sometimes actively harms his diagnostic process and almost always causes unnecessary distress/harm to his patients but wilson is so. so disgustingly disturbingly attached to every single person he treats. he sleeps with patients he gives his liver to a guy who doesn’t even know his name his office is a literal monument to the items he’s collected from everyone he couldn’t save. they’re both incapable of maintaining or respecting personal boundaries but it manifests in vastly different ways.
squeak is a little cat i used to draw weekly on twitter! she loves chaos and arson, has the ability to travel between dimensions (mostly so i can just draw her with whatever characters i want), and is very smelly
I got taken to bad child clown school and when I came back my high school had been taken over by Yahoo. It was still a normal high school, just, Yahoo brand high school. Also, it was bright blue.
common myths about migraines (AKA if you get headaches regularly, please seek treatment for migraines)
“i don’t have migraines because while i get them several times a week, it’s only when i am hungry or dehydrated.”
those are probably migraines. thirst, hunger, sleep disturbances, or any disruption to routine are common migraine triggers.
“my headaches are specifically barometric related, i get them when the weather/altitude changes.”
those are probably migraines. barometric pressure is a common migraine trigger.
“i get headaches all the time but ibuprofen gets rid of them so they can’t be migraines.”
that’s not true. ibuprofen works great at relieving migraine pain for many people.
“my consistent headaches are tension headaches. i feel them originate in my neck/shoulders.”
those are probably migraines. muscle tension is a common migraine trigger.
if you are regularly getting headaches (once a week or more), you are likely getting migraines. in fact,a good rule of thumb if you’re consistently getting headaches is to treat them as migraines until you can rule out migraines. that’s how common “chronic headache = migraine” actually is.
migraines are a neurological disorder wherein pain is one symptom. pain is often the MAIN symptom, and the most noticeable symptom, which can make diagnosis tricky. other symptoms of migraine include:
fatigue
nausea/vomiting
digestive issues
visual disturbances (auras)
sensitivity to light and/or sound
mood changes
brain fog/cognitive changes
ringing in the ears
dizziness/vertigo
numbness/weakness on one side of the body
this list is NOT complete, but is a starting point. i really like the comparison to a hangover. if you generally feel hungover when you get a headache (without having consumed alcohol), that’s a classic migraine presentation.
so many people suffer from migraine and don’t even know it, so they aren’t able to advocate for themselves to get treatment. there are great new migraine treatments on the market! if you’re able, please seek treatment for your migraines. a better quality of life is possible.
here’s some more myths! brought to you by the most frequent comments i get on my migraine posts.
“but migraines are extremely painful/debilitating and i can push through my pain.”
migraines certainly can be debilitatingly painful. the pain can also be mild/easily treatable. it depends on the person and it depends on the day. regardless, your ability to live with chronic pain does not mean your pain isn’t a problem!
“my headaches always have a direct cause/trigger so they can’t be treated/they’re my fault.”
wrong! migraine is a sensory disorder in many respects. most/all migraines are triggered by something. avoiding triggers is good but isn’t the whole story, and migraines with triggers can be treated effectively!
“i feel pain in (x) area of my head so it’s not a migraine.”
migraines can hurt in a specific area of the head/one half of a person’s head. but this is not universally true for every person. please forget every silly infographic you’ve ever seen about areas of the head equaling different kinds of headaches. that’s just literally false.
The original post: explicitly questions the ease of access to a gender-affirming procedure (albeit in the context of cis people), immediately segues into asking why it’s considered gender-affirming for trans women
Multiple people: where does this mention access to gender-affirming care??????????
If someone needs to explicitly say “this procedure should be outlawed” for you guys to understand that someone leans towards limiting bodily autonomy, we are seriously doomed. Bodily autonomy necessarily includes doing things with one’s own body that are influenced by external factors, even things that you personally dislike or are shaped by systems of oppression. There isn’t a single body that isn’t shaped by external factors. There are no “pure” and “natural” bodies.
This includes self-harm btw. That doesn’t mean that I think self-harm is “good” (tho I’d argue that stigmatizing it as “bad” is more harmful than helpful), or that people SHOULD harm themselves, it means that we already have systems in place that brutalize people who harm their bodies and rob them of autonomy on the grounds that they can’t make their own decisions (see: psychiatry). We can already see how “it’s self-harm” is weaponized by transphobes, too.
When people argue the Bible should be banned under Republican censorship it’s not just random trolling it’s because the Bible has all sorts of stuff their laws really do ban.
Movies where the lead actor did their own stunts are always either “the director forced them to stand in freezing water for fourteen hours a day while periodically throwing rocks at their head for the sake of ‘authenticity’ and they got PTSD and almost died” or “they insisted over the explicit objections of the production’s insurance company that they be set on fire for real because it would 'help [them] understand the character’s motivation’” – there’s absolutely no middle ground.
Though sometimes an actor goes from one to the other in the course of their career. Jackie Chan was firmly in the former camp when he started, then became the latter by the time of the Rush Hour movies.
But even then, no middle ground.
Jackie Chan’s a complicated case because he was directing some of this own films as early as 1980, putting him in the position of simultaneously being the unhinged director torturing his lead actor and the lead actor being tortured.
Union-mandated meeting between director (yourself) and actor (also yourself) about the film’s safety protocols
one of the things that makes autism a disability (and why some of us choose to label it as such rather than an “alternate neurotype”) is the stress.
part of autism is just being incredibly stressed. overstimulation? stress. holding a conversation? stress. something happening to our schedule? stress. people talk about how often autism is recognized and diagnosed via our stress responses (like meltdowns) because it is just so common to see autistic people stressed because of lack of accommodations to how our brains work.
and this matters because stress kills. stress causes a lot of health issues, or it can trigger pre-existing ones by making certain chronic conditions flare up. i once had a psychiatrist very unhelpfully tell me i “just need to manage my stress” when the stress i was describing was things i could not avoid in neurotypical society and can’t “just get over”. i can do “self care” all i like but i cannot at the very base level change the way my brain inputs information and reacts accordingly.
i only learned this year that loud noises aren’t physically painful for other people. i have lived 34 years in a world in which my friends and family regularly physically hurt me at random just by shouting, and i thought everyone else just thought i was kind of a wimp for not dealing with the pain as well as they did.
like. loud noises physically hurt. it’s like a static shock from my ears to my spine that doesn’t stop until the volume goes back down. i thought we all agreed that ‘that’s too loud!’ and covering our ears meant ‘ouch!’. turns out i’ve been dealing with a stressor almost no one else has, my whole life, alone.
autistic people have to keep functioning through debilitating levels of stress that no one else in their life acknowledges or helps them with. it’s no wonder that their most visible ‘tells’ are breakdowns.
5k notes and I’ll stop putting off cleaning my room.
Alright! 7k notes and I’ll fight my doctors, put in genuine effort to improve my life and mental health and take care of myself instead of trying to ignore being ill
5k notes and I’ll stop putting off cleaning my room.
Alright! 7k notes and I’ll fight my doctors, put in genuine effort to improve my life and mental health and take care of myself instead of trying to ignore being ill
Appreciation post for everyone explaining a joke in comments and posts when someone doesn’t get it, for people willing to explain pop culture references that fly over someone’s head, for people answering genuine questions about some issue someone has trouble understanding, for people who take enquiries about “common sensical” stuff in good faith, I love you <3
Hi there, I’m Bix. I’m a queer and disabled writer. If you don’t follow me or you’re new here, you’re probably at least somewhat familiar with a couple of my more popular stories- the monster under the fridge or the daycare at the end of the world. There’s more stuff at my pinned post, some pretty good ones that I think slipped under the radar, but that’s neither here nor there.
I really could use some help with bills.
I hate asking, it sucks to have to do this every month. But people have been incredibly generous with this and I’m so grateful, every time.
Our dryer is broken, so we need to get a repair guy out, and so it’s a little more than I usually ask for, this month.
Any and all help is appreciated. I sometimes get people who apologize for donating so little, but I promise- every dollar helps. And sharing this helps, too! I’m always astounded by people’s generosity.
and you can also tip me through the tumblr post itself!
I believe my ko-fi is now set up to take payments other than strictly paypal, but if that’s not your experience, please let me know and I’ll look into it. Also, check the notes if you see this, I try to update at least twice daily with donations, so you’ve got a better idea of where I am at, and the goal is visible on ko-fi. (If I’ve turned off reblogs, I’ve met my goal!)
// i am quickly going to talk about danish slang for cops. because i think its really fucking cool and i just need to.
// there are three disrespectful things to call them. strisser, strømer and panser. otherwise its just politiet (the police but one word)
// all of the popular slang terms are derived from low german (plat tysk in danish). which is why there also are a couple hatched from the free city of christiania like ost (directly translated to cheese). but i just went on a tangent.
panser is from as i said, low german and can be traced further back to old french for armor.
If you’re on Windows 11 like I am for my “main” computer (in my case for school purposes and because I can’t get Baldur’s Gate 3 to play on Linux), then you might’ve seen this annoying piece of AI shit show up on your taskbar:
This is Windows Copilot, and it’s fulled by the same shit ChatGPT is fuelled by. There is currently no way to uninstall it, but there is a way to deactivate it completely, which I’ve linked below. It’s very easy, and it took me like, 2 minutes to do.
We done used that Necronomicon to bring Great Granddaddy back from Hell and we done tried to get him to put on his rebel uniform so’s we could take pitchers of him fer history class but Jackson let him take a sip of a baja blast and he died again
My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:
Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.
I like this so much better than the idea that our ancestors would be embarrassed or ashamed of us for being “soft” or some crap like that.
My ancestors, watching me stuff my face with fried chicken while studying: She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar. WE MADE IT
She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar
My ancestors watching me use my stand mixer while living in a small apartment and attending university: Thou hast kneadeth bread in FOUR hail marys??? FOUR??? And thou ist poor as a churchmouse, yet liveth in a fine cottage with four pounds butter and fresh berries in thy larder!! And two featherbeds! And thou attendeth the King’s college, as a lord!!
My ancestors being like:
Look at this fine young lady! She can paint she can sew and embrody, she sings and read
And without a wealthy father to pay for that, plus she is florid in the body! She doesn’t know hunger!
We did it!
Me: /wearily studying/
My Ancestors: TRULY SH— what? They? A little unorthodox, but reasonable I suppose. TRULY THEY PROSPER, FOR THEY LIVE IN A DWELLING WITH MANY ROOMS AND ONLY THEIR SPOUSE TO SHARE IT WITH! THEY HAVE DOGS WHO DO NOT PERFORM A FUNCTION! THEY HAVE MANY BOOKS AND DO NOT HAVE TO SPIN THEIR OWN YARN! THEY BATHE AT A WHIM WITH GENTLE SOAP FREE OF LYE! OUR DESCENDANT BRINGS HONOR AND PRIDE TO OUR LINEAGE!
Me: /yawns and sips my coffee/
My Ancestors: /cheer wildly/
Me: *hunched over at my desk nursing a headache.*
My Ancestors: “Truly, we prosper; see here, our infirm descendant need not even work on her poor days, but has the luxury to rest as she sees need! A doctor attends to her illnesses; her clothes are warm and free of pests; she cares for exotic and dangerous animals within her own home! We have found the height of luxury!”
Me: *treats myself to a pineapple and a bunch of bananas*
My Georgian ancestors: ZOOTH SHE HAS BOUGHT A PINEAPPLE! NOT MERELY BORROWED ONE! TRULY SHE HAS ACHIEVED FAR MORE THAN WE COULD KNOW!
me: [puts on warm socks and a blanket, is now warm regardless of the weather outside]
My impoverished Russian Jewish ancestors:
Me:[learns to knit from youtube videos]
My ancestors: Our descendant, the heir to all our hopes and fears for a far-off future… She can buy fine clothes woven and knit by automatons, with but a fraction of a day’s earnings… and she does… she has so much free time to do as she pleases… and she uses some of that time to do what we did.
One woman from rural Poland, who died from smallpox in 1717 CE, a grandmother at 35: I knit roses and peonies into my and my children’s gloves… it wasn’t much extra work to dye the red, once I had already cleaned the wool and spun the yarn, and to knit in the designs… and I wasn’t a gifted knitter but I was a good knitter, and I thought, well, it might not make a difference to how warm the glove is, but it made the children happy and it made me happy. I liked to make things beautiful when I could.
Another woman, a peasant from what’s now France, who died from getting kicked by a mammoth in 8995 BCE:[Patting her on the back] I made my family’s clothes too. Every day my sister and I wove and wove and tended our children. We went out of our way to make the cloth lovely. Not a trace of it remains anywhere on earth now… But it mattered to us. And she might not know our names, or know it was us, but evidently, it matters to her too. She has so much beauty available to her, in every direction, and she wants to make it where we once made it.
[everyone sobbing and high-fiving each other.]
A man from Britain, 1104 CE, sitting at the trans-temporal telescope, reporting on my doings: She’s stopped knitting and now she’s playing minecraft.
The other ancestors: Ah, yes, the dream of building. We know this one well. What vision doth she design now?
Telescope man: Looks like… Some kind of floating temple?
Everyone: [Goes completely apeshit]
Me: studying Marine Biology, out in the middle of the Elkhorn slough absolutely fucking covered in the most foul-smelling mud and swamp scum you can imagine, deliriously happy as I spot a tell-tale bubbling in the mud. I jump off the small dock and drive my entire arm into the mud like a Mortal Kombat Character ripping someone’s heart out of their chest, and pull out a 4lb, two-foot long Geoduck Clam and hold it aloft, triumphant.
My Homminid ancestors, who were doing exactly this with much smaller clams 900,000 years ago: *going absolutely literally apeshit over my flawless technique and the marvelous size of my quarry*CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!
I think the only person I’ve met in real life with 100% career satisfaction was this gal I knew who was a presenter at a children’s science museum and delivered every line like she was running a WWE match. Every time you passed the room where she was giving a presentation, you’d hear something like “WHO’S READY FOR CEPHALOPODS?!?” and the kids would go absolutely nuts cheering.
I just let my cat sniff a saltine cracker and she bit off the corner and ate it???
This is a cat who won’t even eat CAT TREATS because she finds them too suspicious. Eating a cracker???? What could a cat possibly enjoy about a saltine cracker
They say all cats are autistic but yours is the most autistic I think
I wonder how much of the movie theater for FNAF is going to be clueless parents/guardians taking their horror-obsessed kids to go see it. Good thing I’ve gotten the lore explained to me 68385 times by my sister so I’m better than all of them. There is a purble guy.
