reminder that if you’re questioning your gender, “what do I want?” and “what will make me happy?” tend to be much more useful questions than “what am I, really?”
I’m glad Tumblr is mostly lesbians nowadays cause I wouldn’t be able to stand another year of people trying to convince me this miles edgeworth looking mfer is attractive
the twitter communists currently are getting mad because some random undergrads made an edible burrito tape bc they should instead be doing medical research
i had to work hard to make sure the similarly corrosive take of “only few people in the world make their own food” also fit in the screenshot
lest y’all think i was making up a conversation that wasn’t in the op the comments are all like this
btw the vaccine in question is a cancer treatment (ie. not a preventative/immunization) similar to another one already also used in the US and is currently undergoing clinical trials in the US.
“People not understanding that scientists are not interchangeable” never gets old
Reminds me of when someone pointed out that some math/engineering students researched and calculated that a Kansas sized pancake would have a higher mound then the highest point of Kansas (i.e. Kansas is flatter then a pancake relative to a pancakes size) and ppl bitched that they were doing this instead of curing cancer… my brother in christ they are mathematicians
“Sir, I’m sorry to hear that your cousin is sick, but I really don’t see what I, personally, am able to do about it.”
“What are you talking about? Just do numbers at it or something. That’s your job, isn’t it?”
Yeah, uh, “purity” is not a term I would use for raw unfiltered ice that’s been part of a pack for unknown years. “Full of fucking who knows what” is more like it.
I wish more white people - and white women especially - would get over their white fragility and truly understand how words and actions like these do more harm than good to women of color. They need to stop making everything about themselves and catering to other whites women like women of color don’t exist.
Hello everyone. I’ve been seething these days because the medical school I go to is renaming a room after some transphobic, racist and misogynistic texas congresspeople that assisted our school with obtaining federal funding (basically making it so that student doctors don’t have to pay as much tuition, which really helps out low-income medical school students.) They are texas state senator Creighton and representative Metcalf.
HOWEVER as nice as this assistance was, I am vehemently against the naming of the room after these clowns.
1. Senator creighton supports legislation that is vehemently Anti-Healthcare.
these are some of the “certain treatments” prohibited for trans kids btw:
just purely hateful, knowing that gender confirming care SAVES THE LIVES OF TRANS CHILDREN. and we are training to be DOCTORS. with the goal of NOT ending lives. extending them even. there’s an oath about it and everything.
ALSO— NAMING A ROOM IN A MEDICAL SCHOOL AFTER A DUDE THAT OPPOSES CHILDRENS HEALTHCARE IS INSANE
2. BOTH creighton and metcalf are pro-israel
Again. We’re a medical school. training doctors to help people live longer, healthier lives. we do not support genocide.
I don’t even understand how making bills like this is even fucking allowed.
3. helping their representative community is their fucking job. We literally Voted Them Into Office For This Purpose. They are otherwise useless.
Honestly, their voting record gets worse. You can verify metcalf and creighton’s voting records at the links on their names.
the petition also has a much clearer and cleaner explanation about why this means so much to our school.
I know this feels like a relatively minor thing, but it means a lot to us. We want our school to be represented by those with a positive outlook on humanity. not a hateful one.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
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Laios: “We should have waited until we were at the end of this maze to kill and eat the minotaur. Senshi, what do we have left?”
Senshi: “We’re good on water due to that aquifer leaking into the maze, but otherwise all we have left is my spices and this unopened bottle of benadryl.”
Laios: “Hmm …”
Marcille: “Laois, look at me. Benadryl isn’t food.”
Laios: “I know that, but what if we were to kill and eat the Hat Man?”
Chilchuck: “WHAT?”
Senshi: “What’s the Hat Man?”
Marcille: *sighs* “It’s a shared hallucination, generally induced by certain kinds of drug intake. Some mages have tried to study if it’s real but were unable to prove that it stayed tangible or present after they sobered up.”
Senshi: “So that benadryl would lure the Hat Man to us, and give us a chance to fight it? That will be tough. Sounds like we will have to kill, cook and eat it all before the medicine wears off if it will lose tangibility otherwise.”
Laois: “That’s it! If we need only one or two of us to kill the Hat Man, then the rest can be dosed up only right before the meal is done cooking.”
Senshi: “There’s one problem with that. Dwarves are basically immune to any tallmen drug that isn’t prescription strength. I’ll need half the bottle just to have enough time to eat the meal. Chilchuck, you’ll be able to use it the most efficiently because of how little you weigh. I can make sure that the fire is ready, but you’ll have to fight the Hat Man alone and dose Marcille afterwards to help you with the cooking prep. Laios and I shouldn’t risk taking more than needed just to eat.”
Chilchuck: “ARE YOU CRAZY?! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW IF THE HAT MAN IS REAL! And I don’t do the fighting in this group! There’s NO WAY that-”
Narrator: And so with their plan formulated, Chilchuck took a heavy dose of benadryl and prepared to fight the Hat Man in single combat.
post: it’s ok to cut paper into shapes! you can cut paper into whatever shape you want
reblag tags: good post but i just know people are using this to justify cutting it into octagons or a scalene triangle and not the fun shapes like squares or equilateral triangles
My aunt and uncle, who are center-liberals in their 70s, have been gradually “exposing” themselves to more “vulgar” types of media and it’s so interesting.
My 74-year-old aunt was telling me about how she REALLY loves the show “The Bear.” That surprised the hell out of me, hearing that my aunt who gasps and clutches her pearls at anything that could offend the Good Lord would watch that show out of any.
“I don’t ‘understand how ANYONE could handle that many F-bombs, it’s too much! I had to force myself through the first episode! But after that, I realized that the cussing is an accurate depiction of their environment and it adds to the show! It’s my favorite show now!”
They’ve both been trying to become more open minded in general lately – just a couple of weeks ago, my other uncle (my aunt’s younger brother) turned their entire view of Israel around in less than an hour. They’re fully accepting of gay and trans people, unlike they were about a decade ago. Things like that.
I just always kinda worried that I’d never see them get to this point, y'know? And here they are near the ends of their lives, turning their whole world views around.
The best part is OP got fired because their boss asked why they weren’t “incorporating blockchain technology” into the video switcher they were building and OP straight up said “you have no idea what you’re talking about” and went to lunch
the people behind makesweet in like the 2000s or something idk: ok let’s make some cool templates for people to make animated e-cards to send to their friends on valentines day :)
tumblr users, almost 20 years later:
no imagine Ancom sending Commie this every Valentine’s Day ♡♡
“ancom and commie” sorry are you shipping political ideologies on my post
okay i thought this was a joke but i googled it and Protestants are really out here using literal smoke machines and stage lights and lasers at church and other sects are mad as fuck about it. less arguing over papal supremacy and iconoclasm and more of this kind of shit please
The invention of rock-n-roll church continues to be the one Protestant W.
i spent $32 on this fucking bowl at the moma and at first i felt bad buying it bc it was so expensive but ive had a terrible day today and every time i look at my lil bowl im like :o) you know what. i can get through anything with this bowl by my side
i literally get what marie kondo was talking about now
bc everyone keeps requesting to see it filled :)
I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Time seems to pass differently. But the place is cozy and private so I have no complaints. And whenever I’m hungry, I go outside with my bowl and walk down the hill to the shore. Sometimes the lake is made of soup. Sometimes it’s huge pasta noodles the size of barges. Sometimes it’s breakfast cereal. Sometimes it’s dumplings the size of great whales. I dip my little bowl and take a portion and carry it back up to the house.
Today I found a new bowl! In its center is a little hill with a little house. I will carry it down to the shore and fill it up, and whomever lives in that little house can have a tiny portion of my meal. I hope they have a nice bowl to put it in..
Silencing students is the ultimate in bad faith. Siding/identifying with the oppressor in a genocide, then denying the chance for debate by arresting the peaceful is truly despicable.
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