I’m sorry if no one’s explained this to you before but a content creator telling you that their work isn’t for minors and it’s not their responsibility to jump through hoops to keep it from you is an adult looking out for kids. they’re modeling good boundaries and setting the expectation that you’ll engage with the online community like a person and take responsibility for your choices. if you cannot understand that you need to look out for yourself and take people seriously when they say their work isn’t suitable for young audiences then you are not ready to be unsupervised on the internet.
‘Despair is paralysis. It robs us of agency. It blinds us to put own power and the power of the earth. Environmental despair is a poison every bit as destructive as the methylated mercury in the bottom of Onondaga Lake. But how can we submit to despair while the land is saying “Help”?
Restoration is a powerful antidote to despair. Restoration offers concrete means by which humans can once again enter into positive, creative relationships with the more-than-human world, meeting responsibility that are simultaneously material and spiritual. It’s not enough to grieve. It’s not enough to just stop doing bad things.’
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
I’m 6’4” 228 pounds and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football. Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.
im tiny, i’m like 5′4 and 130 lbs but u can fight me too
Reblogging for the last one cuz that’s adorable
SO PROUD
The Fantastic 4 we deserve
OMG IVE ONLY SEEN THIS POST IN SCREEN SHOTS
We will all protect the small one.
I stan
it got better!!
plot-twist: the small one could actually kick everyone’s ass
If one day I see this on my dash and DON’T reblog it assume I’m dead.
always beware the smols. They will kill you.
d&d party made up of a paladin, a barbarian, a fighter… and a sorcerer.
One of many pieces of information rarely discussed that has stuck with me in studying the Holocaust in a literacy class is that people who survived the death camps often did not survive starvation. It is very difficult for a severely malnourished body to recover from starvation. A severely malnourished body will struggle to process food at all, and many people die in the process of “refeeding.” This is called refeeding syndrome for this reason. Reintroducing food can and often is fatal without careful, medical guidance.
Starvation is one of the most common and effective forms of genocide. What makes it effective is that past a certain point, even if aid has been delivered, it is not enough to save someone from death by starvation. What also makes it effective is that withholding food is viewed as a passive consequence of political turmoil rather than an intentional act of violence among a people. You will see more people die from starvation in genocides across history because it is an effective way to kill many people without the use of state resources.
The starvation of Gaza is intentional. The United States and Israel may gesture that they are delivering or allowing aid into Gaza, but in reality they are active participants in the starvation of Gaza by destroying medical infrastructure, limiting the amount of aid “allowed” in, and blocking aid trucks from entering. Throwing food into Gaza by airdrop at this point in the genocide will not be enough without medical infrastructure to refeed a severely malnourished population. Many will die anyways. Many have already.
Hamas just released its proposal for a permanent ceasefire. Israel has dismissed all of their proposals as “unrealistic” — and that has been echoed across the U.S. corporate media.
there is a huge difference between criticizing an institution and criticizing individual behavior. i can criticize the makeup industry without criticizing the 14 year old girl who uses concealer because she’s self-conscious about her acne; i can criticize the plastic surgery industry without vilifying the woman who decided to get a nose job after two decades of pointed comments and bullying. it is intellectually dishonest to respond to an institutional criticism as if it were a personal attack; on the flip side, it is cruel and unnecessary to leverage personal attacks in the name of institutional criticism
if i see one (1) more person respond to a perfectly reasonable beauty-industry-critical sentiment with “but i personally enjoy eyeshadow. why are you attacking people who like eyeshadow :(” or “exactly, all women who wear makeup are miserable and brainwashed” i am going to climb a tree and bite the top of it
“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.
It’s come to my attention that a good portion of the younger generation has not been made aware of one of the greatest and most hated PILLARS of millennial society.
So I apologize, but I must take on this task. A new hand must touch the beacon. The knowledge must be passed on. The chain can not be broken.
So.
The Game.
The following are the rules of The Game:
there is no winning The Game
once you know of The Game, you are always playing the game
the point of The Game is to not think about The Game
if you think about The Game, you have lost The Game, and must announce this to those around you - causing them to also lose The Game
A “reset period” of roughly an hour or two before loss announcements is common in colloquial rules to allow yourself and those around you to properly temporarily “forget” about The Game, however that is not an official rule.
Go forth, you next generation, and I am sorry.
What have you done
once in high school someone managed to seize control of the intercom and announced, “Attention, all students, this is an announcement: you have just lost the Game,” and i got to find out what it sounds like when an entire school shrieks in rage all at once.
The war has ended, and all governments have collapsed. Now the world is so devastated that recovery is but a pipe dream. Now, in a cruel twist of fate, a massive alien fleet arrives, demanding to speak to the leaders. You are chosen at random to address them.
You stare at the scrap of paper in your hand, a little black x marked in the center. The others stare at you expectantly. Tammy sets the hat down and gives you a hug. “You got this, Lou. You’ll be okay.”
You approach the bunker door, unsealing the bulkhead and stepping into the decontamination chamber. You close the door behind you and climb the stairs. For the first time in months, you see the sun. God, after so long underground, it almost feels normal up here.
Then you notice the source of the disturbance. A large… it’s a cluster of tubes? You’re not exactly sure. Whatever it is, it’s a ways off to the south. Maybe two miles of walking. You pull up your binoculars. You can hardly believe what you see - Strange, insect-like creatures are crawling out of a hatch in the bottom. They begin to set up equipment around the ship.
A smaller craft ejects from the side of one of the tubes. It looks almost like a boat, but with a hull on top and bottom. You realize a little too late that it’s headed in your direction, very quickly. You hit the dirt and pray to God, but a few seconds later the double-boat pulls up right over the treeline above you. It springs a couple of feet out of its side and lands next to you. Two of the insect things pop out of a door on the bottom. They approach.
You hear them chittering between one another. One pulls out a device and punches a couple buttons. It makes a strange hissing sound. They look at you, then at one another again. A few more keys pressed. Again the device makes a noise, low and loud this time, almost like…
Wait. You know that sound. From the zoo. The marine life exhibit, the sound whales make, singing to one another. You get up, slowly.
“Do you… have English on that thing? English.”
More chittering. A couple more presses. This time it emits a strange voice, almost human, but clearly synthesized.
“Greeting, denizen of planet. We none harm. Do you understand?”
You nod. “Yes, I understand.”
The insect creatures nod back to you in an exaggerated fashion. The movement seems a little strange on their bodies. The one holds a button and speaks into the device.
“We have detect large energy on planet surface, there are harmful radiation. We come to speak planet leaders, join galactic alliance, offer assistance to you impact by disaster.”
You look around. “Ah, jeez. Well, a couple months ago that probably would have been President Carson, but I think D.C. was one of the first to get nuked. If he survived the fallout, we haven’t heard from the Capitol yet. We… I don’t know how many more are left out there.”
They read the screen on the device. More chitters and chirps.
“Explain what is ‘nuked’?”
“Nuclear Bombs. There was a war, I… I don’t know who launched the first one, but the advisory went out over the TV, the radio. We’d had a shelter prepared since our great-grandparents built it in the 50s, we got in and just… waited.”
“You bomb you planet?”
“I guess you could put it that way. Not me, personally, but… the leaders.”
A long silence. After a few minutes, the two insects begin to chirp back and forth. Another question, directed into the device.
“Leaders bad?”
In spite of it all, you can’t help but crack a smile. “You wouldn’t be the first to say it.”
The two exchange words with one another. The other insect-creature brings out a device, topped with what appears to be a large solar panel. It plugs the speech synthesizer into the device, and text panels light up around a series of buttons.
“This thing make. Energy from sun, make into things. Food. Medicine. Give things to who need.”
It hands the device to you, gingerly. “Thank you.”
“Welcome. We return, one planet-cycle. Talk to you, leader. Be better of leader ‘President Carson.’ None harm planet.”
“I’ll do my best.”
The two nod vigorously at you, and climb back into the craft, presumably to look for other survivors. You walk back to the shelter, gizmo in hand. You know it’s not what they intended, but you hope to hell and back this thing can synthesize a cold one.
OP of the original post turned off reblogs but as of 3 hours ago 3/3/24 Deux Face is still alive and doing well!! According to the farm’s Facebook she is starting to try to stand and getting better at holding up her head. The farm has been very clear that they’re going to care for her and do their best to meet her needs, they are not planning to sell her or show her off to the media. They also haven’t mentioned any other noticeable deformities inside or out and have noted that both heads connect at the same throat, and she’s lived for about 5.5 days at this point which is shockingly long for an animal with this level of deformities. Go Deux Face!
Deux Face update 3/6!!
She is continuing to make “very slow but positive progress” to stand, managing to stand for a couple seconds a few times since the last update.
They also confirmed some fun facts: she breathes out of both noses at once and can see with all four eyes! There really are twice as many stars for little Deux Face.
I went to a zoo once that had some really beautiful ankole-watusi cattle. I’d never seen an animal with such big horns! One of them did something that kind of blew my mind. It was standing where some branches were hanging over the fence and it just sort of -tilted it’s head- a few times to knock the leaves off with the tip of it’s horn. For some reason I had never considered they’d be so aware of where their horns are in space, and could use them to interact with things!
Came across this infographic during some google image searching and I’m still kind of a state of despair about it because it’s not just offensively wrong about what intersex is, it was used to teach university students about queer issues:
Alt text: LGBTQIA+ are defined one by one. Intersex is defined erroneously as “These are people who were born with genital organs of both sexes (male and female). It is a genetic condition.”
It’s one thing for your rando perisex person to be getting this wrong on social media. It’s another thing entirely when it’s professionals getting this wrong in an educational setting. 😩 And that this infographic appears in a peer-reviewed publication. 😩
It’s even worse to know the students that were taught with this infographic were medical students, who will be the ones traumatizing intersex people for decades to come 😩
It’s so wrong in so many different ways:
Intersex is not limited to people with genital differences. Most intersex people have intersex variations that are not apparent at birth, with puberty being the most common time of life for variations to present. Many people find out in adulthood having no outward physical differences.
Of the intersex people with genital differences, they do not have two sets of genitals. Most genital differences are still recognizably female or male (e.g. spadias), and those who have ambiguous genitals have one set.
Intersex is not “male parts + female parts” or even “intermediate male/female parts”, it is an umbrella term for anybody whose primary/secondary sex characteristics don’t line up with what is expected for male and female bodies. Some intersex variations make women look more feminine, or make men look more masculine.
Defining intersex by genital differences doesn’t just exclude most intersex people, it also sets the tone that we are defined by our genitals. To be publicly intersex is to have non-stop DMs about your genitals. This sort of framing sets up openly intersex people for invasive questions and harassment, and it keeps large numbers of intersex people from coming out.
Many intersex variations do not have a known genetic basis. Many intersex variations are caused by exposure to certain hormonal levels in the womb. Certain medications when taken during pregnancy can trigger intersex variations.
While bodily variation is necessary for being intersex, the social experience of stigma, discrimination, isolation, hyper-medicalization, and hyper-sexualization are all just as much a part of being intersex.
📣 Perisex allies: this is shit you can stop. When you see other perisex people parrot this sort of misinformation, correct them. Direct them to look up resources written by actually intersex people.
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