May 2024

nevershootamockingbird:

doubleca5t:

peren-gren:

doubleca5t:

My ideal aesthetic is what I’m calling “sexy tomboy”. That is to say, I am 100% femme through and through, but I want to look like what a straight man’s idea of a “masculine woman” is. I wanna be masc in the way that LaCroix is fruit flavored, just a little extra something to make things a little more interesting

This you?

I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this one

[ begin id: a color photo of Taylor Swift. She is wearing a flannel with the sleeves rolled up, and her hair is in a low pony tail. / end id ]

weirdly-specific-but-ok:

weirdly-specific-but-ok:

weirdly-specific-but-ok:

weirdly-specific-but-ok:

i am on episode 2 of dead boy detectives. in under two minutes, the cat king has out-twinked everyone on screen in front of a mauled corpse, kidnapped Edwin to some kind of bedroom, called out his repressed gayness, declared his kingdom to be of want and pleasure, and introduced the idea of bdsm

sir (gn) leave some weird slay for the rest of us please

OH MY BILDADDY HE JUST BREATHED “YOU ARE SO ODDLY HANDSOME YOU FASCINATE ME” AND FUCKING MAGICKED HIS SHIRT OFF AND A FUR CAPE ON

HE PUT WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY A LEASH ON HIM THEY ARE DISCUSSING WHAT WOULD MAKE THE CAT KING HAPPY THIS IS NOT A DRILL

I SMELL…

HOMOSEXUALITY.

oh my god this is beautiful Edwin is so sassy Crystal is so sassy Charles is so sassy they are all so HMMGH

i was just appreciating how edwin and charles were squabbling and crystal was just watching with the most DONE expression

and then suddenly edwin and CRYSTAL are arguing and charles has gone here we go and literally flopped onto the bed to watch them

these three omg

oh and i forgot to mention the cat king literally propositioning edwin before saying he’s a ‘fair and consensual cat king’ and sending him on a pointless errand

closet-keys:

something I think more people need to understand is that rape culture has a very simple way to maintain the plausible deniability that enables mass support and investment, and that is the complete separation of the rhetorical construction of “The Rapist” and “The Pedophile” from any actual specific person who engages in sexual violence.

so often people do not believe that we could possibly live in a rape culture, they do not believe it could possibly be true that people do not care about children who were sexually abused– they say but everyone hates rapists and pedophiles! but that’s not really true. they hate the conceptual idea of The Rapist and The Pedophile, but do not actually oppose–in real world contexts, with real actual complicated people–the use of sexual violence to control, degrade, and otherwise abuse other people. they do not hate their friend who joked that their date “took some convincing” or their neighbor who publicly humiliated their adolescent child by telling their church group he was “caught” masturbating, or the cop who performs cavity searches or the guy who posted tips for “stealthing” online, or their uncle who says he “made some mistakes with women” when he was younger, or the person on social media publicly speculating about a stranger’s sexual desires and sharing their nudes to degrade and humiliate them, or their granddad who was “falsely accused” of sexually abusing his daughter when “all he did” was leer and not touch, or their professor who has relationships with their students, or their acquaintance who recommends dating girls with “issues”, girls who are “crazy”, girls who are trans or fat or queer or have low self-esteem, because “they’ll do anything”, or the person they organize with who is so valuable to the movement but everyone kind of knows not to be alone in a room with them, or…

specific people who rape are usually not the deviant that most people already want a reason to expel from the community, they are the center of power and influence. they provide vital support or resources to people, they are likable and intimately connected with many people, they have an embedded role in the social fabric and many people benefit from it (whether economically, politically, spiritually, etc). Specific people who rape are incredibly buoyant. They are usually buoyed to places of power no matter how far they’re attempted to be pulled down from that power, and most people see this and will cling to a person like this, defending them, because people who rape are the social equivalent to a life preserver, whereas people who have been raped are the social equivalent of an anchor– no one wants to be dragged down by allying themselves with the person who was raped by the beloved person everyone loves and relies on.

On the other hand, The Rapist" and “The Pedophile” as cultural tropes are treated very differently from specific people who have raped others. “The Rapist”/“The Pedophile” is often a racialized, gendered, and classed archetype that exists to be the ideological load bearing pillar of rape culture, to reinforce the belief (against the weight of evidence) that rape is something committed by Deviant Others who can be identified and expelled from social life. When sexual violence is not understood as one of many possible tactics of control and is instead as the result of the uncontrollable desire of innate deviants, then accusations do not even require there to be a specific person who was harmed by a specific act. All you need is evidence of “deviance” and all the justified anger at sexual violence can be offloaded onto whatever scapegoat you want.

In fact, within rape culture, harassment campaigns are much more successful than any actual instance of a survivor asking for support. That is no coincidence either! Rape culture hates survivors! But because in harassment campaigns there is no actual survivor speaking up, rape culture’s default of disbelieving specific, actual survivors is never triggered, and so the accusation becomes perceived as more credible because there is no victim to discount.

If there is no actual specific instance of someone engaging in sexual abuse of another specific person, there are no details to question and pick apart (“but why was she naked if she didn’t want to have sex?” “was he really raped if he had an orgasm?” “how do you know it was sexual? adults have to bathe their kids” “why did she post that photo if she didn’t want it shared?” “I’ve never seen that side of him!” “maybe you misunderstood” “maybe she didn’t hear the safeword” “why wait until now to bring it up?”) and no demands of the public that implicate them and demand change from them (are you sending survivors funds to help them move out? to help them afford therapy? are you examining why you didn’t notice it was happening or didn’t believe it could be true? are you able to understand that as part of this person’s community, you failed to protect them, and that actual restorative justice involves you changing your beliefs and behavior too? that it’s not just about rehabilitating the person who raped someone?)

If there’s no survivor, then the imagined victim can be perfect, innocent, and worthy to rally around. The imagined victims are only good and only hurt and have no problematic opinions about anything (no opinions at all! so they can be imagined to believe whatever you believe), no burdensome expectations of you, no resentment towards you.

Focusing on identifying “The Rapist” as a deviant instead is so easy; it only requires condemning someone who you probably either already dislike or a complete stranger who has no direct connection to your life. It’s so much easier to pin responsibility for the entire (abstracted) concept of Rape onto someone you already hate and is already a social outcast and show how much you’re “against rape” by venting all your anger and fantasized violence against them. It feels good too! the way righteous anger always does. It can be energizing when a whole community comes together to hate the same person.

Supporting actual survivors does not feel energizing, it feels exhausting. It requires so much work and effort, and you don’t feel righteous while you do it, you may even feel ashamed, frustrated, deeply sad, resentful, angry, hopeless, or emotionally numb. It enters the deepest parts of your consciousness and you find it hard to breathe during certain scenes in movies, seeing certain arguments play out in the news cycle. It changes you, too, and that is the point.

We want to be against rape culture, because we want to be good people. but we don’t want it to be hard.

I think this reality is the reason why a lot of young organizers think they can throw themselves into restorative justice and then find themselves completely burnt out a few months or a year later. People start thinking it’ll be energizing, and then have to contend with the reality of what is, essentially, providing material support for disabled people whose health and capabilities have been permanently decreased from trauma. Some folks think they’re gonna be “fixing things” so everyone can continue their reliance on the person who raped someone and the survivor can “move on” and everything can be “restored.”

And then (if they’re serious and not just performing at activism) they are inevitably faced with the terrifying reality of trying to make ends meet, with cobbling together strategies to meet community needs outside of the person who everyone relies on. they are faced with this person who raped someone losing interest after a few meetings and deciding “the accountability process” is dragging on too long and interrupting “more serious things than one person’s emotions.” they are faced with trying to get more people involved supporting the acute needs of the survivor even when the survivor is “difficult” or “ungrateful”, and realizing that no one wants to do it. it is overwhelming to realize how deep the roots of rape culture run through everything, how much stability is upturned when you uproot any structures and beliefs that rely on rape culture. it is deeply demoralizing when you realize nothing can change without collective effort and very few care enough to do it.

It’s so much easier to do nothing and pretend you don’t know what happened. It’s so much easier to decide it doesn’t have anything to do with you and maybe this is something the survivor should “work out” with the person who raped them. It’s so much easier to not try.

that’s the function of rape culture. and we are all implicated in it.

i-may-be-an-emu:

To everyone else I’m all “You will never annoy me and I love you so much” but then about myself I’m like “I swear those words were meant to sound cooler do you still like me? You probably don’t and I don’t blame you. You could set me on fire and I’d apologise. Anyway, sorry.”

beebfreeb:

Ever since I was a child I’ve always wanted to be a mechanical superstructure.

lesboevils:

lesboevils:

lesboevils:

hi it’s lesbian visibility week. i am a struggling lesbian as i was in the hospital last week and the week before. please consider helping me out if you have the ability.

pp / vn / ca

it is no longer lesbian visibility week, but currently in deep shit, and i need about 450 dollars by the end of the day thanks to my bank pulling a bunch of money out of my account as my rent was being paid and now im kind of SOL im doing my best. but if anyone could help it would mean a ton. thank you so much.

0 / 450

this is extremely urgent

the-lovely-planet-earth-deactiv:

state-of-connecticut-official:

chuunibasil:

reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved

@the-lovely-planet-earth i gotchu :D

its why my city is trying its damnedest to make composting easier for people by opening up compost centers across the city and recruiting volunteers to pick up and manage the compost.

mattiasinks:

Afternoon tea from a couple of years ago

bambiali:

unbeeliever:

snoopylovessoup:

ragdoll-ren:

willard1971:

willard1971:

not fair that the cuntiest woman in this world is a muppet (ms. piggy)

visual aid if it was even nessesary

Hello, enjoyers and agreers of this post! The outfit in this picture was most likely designed and styled by Callista Hendrickson, whose entire job it was to make sure Miss Piggy served at all times. Here is a podcast in which she is interviewed by Danny Horn, Pope of Caring About Miss Piggy since at least 1992, founder of MuppetZine and @toughpigs

hook-line-and-anarchy:

beesmygod:

genuinely think i might stop reading the news entirely. this is so dire

severalowls:

Forget Mufasa.

Remember Mufasa.

Forget Mufasa.

Experimental clickbait lion lobotomy.

blargensnorf:

The two tracks werent synced right and it sounds like everything’s gone to shit at MTT Resort

explorerrowan:

enriquemzn262:

lookingattheedgeoftime:

Keep moving J002E3, this is Earth’s turf.

We really do owe the Moon a lot. I mean, she’s HUGE compared to the sorts of moons a planet like ours usually gets. A planet our size can usually expect a couple of decent asteroid captures, but nothing like her. And because she’s so big, ¼ of our mass, her gravity deflects so much space crap from coming near us. She’s like a big, burly knight with a big shield. I like her.

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halluciniwaynia:

damn why’s this little slut looking at him like that. you wanna lift up that skirt of his?

sorry i. umm. sorry

butchdykekondraki-moved:

so trans people should just be allowed to murder whoever they want?

genderoutlaws:

your brain could revolve inside a peanut shell for a thousand years without touching the sides

bettinalevyisdetermined:

lauravanarendonkbaugh:

sylviawitch:

thesnadger:

When I was in school, one of my art teachers used to say “this world needs more creators. There’s more than enough destroyers in the world today.”

Just a reminder, if you create anything–art, writing, food, machines, ideas, equations, knits, tools, gardens–the world needs you.

This makes me happy.


Happy creating, everyone

This is good to hear.

It’s really easy to look around and wonder, What’s the point?

But sometimes the point might just be to create instead of to destroy.

mercurys-in-retrograde:

Actually Minecraft deciding that sleep depravation was gonna make flying demons attack you was realistic as fuck

piendish:

piendish:

piendish:

hte real april foule… was you.

for thinkjghing I did not care abou you.

my friende.

weezeryuri:

weezeryuri:

YAY

taking a picture of him like a stalker

butyoutoldmeiwasfunny:

four-cats-in-a-trench-coat-deac:

I heard someone on Tumblr mention that Gabriel saying “MACHINE…” is like the Breaking Bad equivalent of Walt saying “JESSE!!”

so now this pops into my head every time I hear that line 😭😭

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such a raw-ass pose. do you think they were asked to pose like this or they just did that

poetry-protest-pornography:

This is the best one

apeironaxiomaton:

one of the best tips for Real Life that I’ve ever picked up is to always highball your estimate whenever someone asks you “when can you get this done by” by about 25% (if you can get away with it). that way, if it ends up being harder than you thought, you’ve got extra time to figure things out and if you were right about how much time it takes then you get to look like an absolute genius instead of just a simply competent person.

what you may not have realized is that I learned this crucial piece of life advice from an episode of Star Trek where Scotty is telling Geordi that whenever he told Kirk something on the Enterprise was at full capacity, it was always only ever a notch or so below full capacity so that Scotty looked like the god of all engineers when he was able to magically hack the warp drive to run a little beyond what he’d told everyone else was “full capacity” and honestly that one throwaway gag from Star Trek has changed my life.

What I love about Japanese

the-haiku-bot:

spontaneousmusicalnumber:

Sometimes it’s frustrating. I’m learning it because I love anime and want to be able to engage with the culture, but all the shounen I-belive-in-my-friends inspiration can’t help you when you’re faced with a list of 1000 kanji to learn before you’re at the reading level of a five-year-old. Sometimes I wish I’d picked a language with a writing system that made sense. 

But then once in a while something comes along that makes it all worth it. 

Now this. This is the kanji for ability.

image

It’s a nice enough kanji, has some radicals of its own but isn’t too full of itself. Learning all about it isn’t too important, what you need to know is that this is the character for ability

Now. 

This. 

image

This here is the kanji for bear. As in the animal, not the verb.

That’s right. According to the Japanese language, a bear is ability 

ON LEGS

But then once in a

while something comes along that

makes it all worth it.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

melynnwater:

some-pers0n:

some-pers0n:

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. “Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don’t you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It’s so mid and bad you should listen to real music–” you are a pit of misery

People can’t just say “I don’t like this music” anymore they gotta call you gay and autistic for listening to a band that had one song go viral

just gonna drop this here

felixcloud6288:

skyethequeerwolfwizard:

felixcloud6288:

skyethequeerwolfwizard:

incognitopolls:

Do you have a favorite multiplication equation?

Yes

No

What???

See Results

For example, 7x3=21, 5x9=45, etc. If you do, what is it?

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

YES YES YES

3x+1 Problem

or the Collatz conjecture


I love graphing random numbers and just seeing it go “Weee!— woahhh AHHHHHH!!”

I spent a semester deepdive studying the patterns in the Collatz Conjecture and genuinely started going insane.

I had to stop all my research for two weeks because I could genuinely feel myself losing my grip on reality.

Well it’s infamous for a reason

Here’s the insane thing I discovered: Someone proposed an alternate and equivalent problem called the reduced Collatz Conjecture. The only difference from the regular Collatz is that it says we can do the Collatz transformations and will eventually get a number less than what we started with rather than getting to 1. Functionally, we’re just doing the Collatz transformations like normal, but just stopping early.

And what I found when looking into this approach is that EVERY positive integer can be classified into a set of numbers such that every number in that set are all equivalent under the modulo of some specific power of 2 and every integer in each set goes through the EXACT same series of transformations to get to a number less than themselves.

Also, the number of odd transformations and even transformations depends on which power of two the set is based on but different sets grouped by the same power of two have different permutations of the transformations.

And the final thing I found that really made me spiral into insanity is the ratio of the starting number vs the first number less than what we start with trends toward a constant value as our starting number approaches infinity. But each set has a different ratio number.

incorrectsmashbrosquotes:

Idea for an animated kid’s movie/comedy.

So there’s this dinosaur park that’s a thinly veiled Jurassic Park knock-off (call it Cretaceous Island), and it’s a bit of a toy story situation, in that the dinosaurs can talk and communicate when the humans aren’t looking, mostly at night.

The dinos don’t really want to break out since they like their cushy zoo lives and five-star treatment from the staff, so they’re willing to get oggled by a bunch of twelve year olds to keep the food coming.

Out main characters are a T-Rex, two raptor sisters, and a wise old triceratops. The raptors are bored with their lives and long for adventure, the triceratops is a wise-old mentor figure, and the T-Rex is lonely since the park won’t engineer any other T-Rex’s for safety reasons.

Through magical shenanigans they get sent back to the actual Cretaceous period.

Now these pampered genetically engineered dinos have to survive in the savage dinosaur era. To underscore the differences between them, the future dinos are animated as pretty standard cartoon dinosaurs, a la Land Before Time, while the dinosaurs from the past are animated to be as scientifically accurate as possible.

The dinos go through shenanigans, amke friends in the past, evade predators, and eventually make their way home through magic portal stuff, except for the T-Rex who elects to stay behind since he’s fallen for a female T-Rex he met in the past. His friends are sad to leave him behind, but go to the present anyway.

Back in the present, the dinos think nothing has really changed, but they find that the exhibit in the visitor’s center, previously a single roaring T-Rex skeleton, has been replaced with two T-Rex’s, famous for being found fossilized together called “The Deadly Lovers”, and its their friend and the mate he found in the past. It ends on the bittersweet note.

incorrectsmashbrosquotes:

Idea for an animated kid’s movie/comedy.

So there’s this dinosaur park that’s a thinly veiled Jurassic Park knock-off (call it Cretaceous Island), and it’s a bit of a toy story situation, in that the dinosaurs can talk and communicate when the humans aren’t looking, mostly at night.

The dinos don’t really want to break out since they like their cushy zoo lives and five-star treatment from the staff, so they’re willing to get oggled by a bunch of twelve year olds to keep the food coming.

Out main characters are a T-Rex, two raptor sisters, and a wise old triceratops. The raptors are bored with their lives and long for adventure, the triceratops is a wise-old mentor figure, and the T-Rex is lonely since the park won’t engineer any other T-Rex’s for safety reasons.

Through magical shenanigans they get sent back to the actual Cretaceous period.

Now these pampered genetically engineered dinos have to survive in the savage dinosaur era. To underscore the differences between them, the future dinos are animated as pretty standard cartoon dinosaurs, a la Land Before Time, while the dinosaurs from the past are animated to be as scientifically accurate as possible.

The dinos go through shenanigans, amke friends in the past, evade predators, and eventually make their way home through magic portal stuff, except for the T-Rex who elects to stay behind since he’s fallen for a female T-Rex he met in the past. His friends are sad to leave him behind, but go to the present anyway.

Back in the present, the dinos think nothing has really changed, but they find that the exhibit in the visitor’s center, previously a single roaring T-Rex skeleton, has been replaced with two T-Rex’s, famous for being found fossilized together called “The Deadly Lovers”, and its their friend and the mate he found in the past. It ends on the bittersweet note.

anarchistmemecollective:

serial-unaliver-deactivated2024:

What if they all killed him

#i hope his son turns out to be yet another beautiful daughterALT

queen-mihai:

foxgirlriley:

queen-mihai:

queen-mihai:

queen-mihai:

queen-mihai:

queen-mihai:

queen-mihai:

queen-mihai:

queen-mihai:

queen-mihai:

You know the great thing about my Tumblr?

I’m invisible. Nobody sees me. I’m essentially talking to the void. This will get no notes.

Watch this:

I’m trans. I’m a girl and I’m SUPER bisexual. I like everybody. Girls are hot. Guys are hot. NBs are hot. Trans people are hot. I like to dress and act and be really super girly and I love flirting with people. It doesn’t matter cuz this will get zero notes just like everything else I post on here.

Screw it. I’m not even done

This is me. A black trans bisexual.

I wrote an Ace/Aro person into my book. A trans person too. And one of the guys is gay. He literally has a big flirting scene with a guy in the book. It’s pretty strongly suggested that they banged. As the author I can tell you; they did. It’s the only sex scene even hinted at in the book and it’s gay af.

Wanna know a secret? I think I’ve been in bed with a famous person. It’s so crazy because I’m so terrible at famous people there’s no way I’d have known who he was unless he straight up told me. But I did get the inkling he was somebody important by him talking about his soho apartment in New York. And the fact that he was staying in one of the nicest and most expensive hotels in Houston at the time.

And yes,bbtw. I was not aware of my being trans yet. And he was a man. This was a gay interaction. A very gay interaction. I’m bi. But you don’t care cuz you’re not even reading this.

Anyway yeah I love Tumblr. Nobody notices me

See? I told you. Nothing. If Tumblr clout is cursed, I’m the most blessed mfer on here.

Hey you know who I like? P.M. Seymour. Really funny videos. Good stuff.

Who else? EmKay. Another awesome one.

I think there’s even a channel called Tumblr reads.

Oh wait don’t let me leave out Logu. I’ve gotten some doggone good entertainment from Logu.

You know what they have in common? Ain’t a single one of them ever heard of Ce'irth designs. I’m like a ninja up in this place. You can’t even see me. I am the power of worthlessness. I am nothing and no one. When I perish you will never have known me and if you ever trip across my corpse the infinity of the universe will not even allow you to acknowledge that it was me.

The gods of the internet cannot find me for I am basking in my own infinite nothingness

Another day, and yet more proof. My existence is meaninglessness itself. The universe cannot comprehend my power for it has not the power to comprehend my existence.

God weeps with every attempt to gaze upon my form as I steal the very essence of creation itself. Do your advertisers see me? Nay. They see naught but an empty void as I pass through this realm, absorbing entertainment without retribution or temptation.

Money? No website earns money from me. I populate their feeds with my nonsense and they can only hope that a wandering @pukicho will come along, upon whom they can attach themselves like leeches.

The mighty @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses helped pave the way for my ridiculous brand of content. To me, they are everything. To them, I am nothing. This is the natural order. My standing will never move. My status must never improve.

You don’t know me. You’re not reading this. There is nothing here. You scrolled by so fast that you didn’t even see me talking to you. Yes, you. The one who just scrolled past this without even reading it. Even though I’m on your feed, I see you. Scrolling through your feed, hoping for a laugh. You see my post. You saw it. You saw it but you scrolled by. This is the natural order. You’re not even reading this because you’ve already scrolled past. I am nothing and I will continue to be nothing.

You won’t see me, but I’ll see you again soon..

Thank you @ceirth-designs and everyone who got me to 10 reblogs!

Ha ha ha

This post has 3 notes. All of which are from me. No one sees this. No one will ever see this because the demon world has cursed me to walk among you, unseen, unheard. You feel a sense of me in the pit of your stomach. But even if I were standing in front of you, you wouldn’t see me. I could be riding on your shoulders right now and all you would notice, all you *could* notice, is a tightness in your upper back.

Lies do not reach me. Truth fears me. The only thing that welcomes me is nothing. As it will one day welcome you. I am sneaking into your mind and transforming your soul. You cannot rid yourself of me, for I am nothing. Don’t worry about responding to this. The truth is, you won’t even see it.

I have singlehandedly defeated the internet. I made a character with tentacles on his head and a pretty female protagonist and I’m too much of a nobody for the internet to even attempt to make rule 34 of it.

I am untouchable for I am nobody.

It would seem one of the notes on my Neverending descent into madness did not come from me.

Someone has seen one of my original posts.

This is a perversion of the natural order. Tumblr you can’t do this to me. My power only works if I’m invisible! I was supposed to be immune to hubris!

If you see this, go on and let it pass by. It’s so easy. You don’t even have to do anything. Just keep scrolling. Yup. Nothing to see here. If you’ve read this far into this post, congratulations! You’ve defeated me. Ummm, here have this trophy

OK. There you go. You win. No need to say or do anything. Making more notes on this post is completely unnecessary and may even lead to erectile dysfunction. People who ignore this post will gain superpowers and find a million dollars. I have no proof of these claims, but can you really afford to take the chance? Best to just let it be.

Yes! It’s been several hours and still no new notes. I am once again immortal! There was never a doubt in my mind! You can’t defeat what you can’t see! I always win. There is no such thing as hubris. I am the ruler of everything forever

OK, so I’ve gotten lots of new followers. It’s okay, nobody has found this post yet though. As long as nobody sees this, I can continue to pretend to be the most powerful being in the universe. The best thing to do would be for me to not write anything new on this post and let it fade into obscurity, lest it be found and commented on.

Yes. Yes this is the right plan. The worst thing I could do is to write something new and hit reblog.

OwO what’s all this then 👀

By the gods! I’ve been found!

They said my power to say random stuff on the internet and not be noticed would be infinite! They said there was no price for hubris! They lied to me! If this continues, I may not be able to throw about random secrets. If this continues, I may have to be………… nice to people! My limitless power to be unnoticed by the universe has vanished!

Of course I’m just kidding and I love all of you. If you’re reading this I’m sorry for being weird. Actually if you’ve read all of my ridiculous stuff in this chain, I commend you. If I think of a new direction to take this ridiculous post, I’ll make an update lmao. (Since I clearly can’t claim to be invisible anymore 😛)

Thanks for reading, to anyone who has read this so far!

cmdthenerd:

feminism-and-anecdotalism:

angryinkeddrunk:

buzzfeedphoto:

These guys agreed to get undressed to address body positivity in the media. No studio lights or beauty retouching required.

📷 @taylormillerphoto

YES YES MALE BODY POSITIVITY

Thank you. Especially to the guy with the acne. Lots of people have acne on the chest and back, but almost no one ever acknowledges that. Young children that just start going into puberty need to know this is normal and not something to freak out/ be embarrassed about. Body positivity in the media helps so many people with self esteem issues.

OH MY GOD AND A MASC NONBINARY PERSON?! YES YES YES YES THANK YOU

reading-wanderer:

catasters:

Wants to be a criminal but too small to commit crimes 😔

waggoboyo:

syntaxaero:

fucked up and evil dragons should– no i shan’t say

what was that

waggoboyo:

syntaxaero:

fucked up and evil dragons should– no i shan’t say

what was that

april-december:

mortimermcmirestinks:

via @p0tato-kn1shes

@bunjywunjy’s tags pass peer review too

citruscitrushope:

aroace-polyshow:

sign in one of my classrooms btw. i want to tear it apart so bad

“Things that require zero effort: effort”

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citruscitrushope:

aroace-polyshow:

sign in one of my classrooms btw. i want to tear it apart so bad

“Things that require zero effort: effort”

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citruscitrushope:

aroace-polyshow:

sign in one of my classrooms btw. i want to tear it apart so bad

“Things that require zero effort: effort”

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fuckitandflee:

The real problem with books-turned-movies isn’t “omg they didn’t include every single word in the book” it’s “omg they completely overlooked the main theme, threw out any significant allegories, took away all the emotional pull, an turned it into a boring action movie with a love triangle in it”

fuckitandflee:

The real problem with books-turned-movies isn’t “omg they didn’t include every single word in the book” it’s “omg they completely overlooked the main theme, threw out any significant allegories, took away all the emotional pull, an turned it into a boring action movie with a love triangle in it”

feralbiologist:

alberto-balsalm:

thiswaitingheart:

zinjanthropusboisei:

pippenpaddlopsicopolisthethird:

The holy grail of searching through academic literature is coming across a string of publications that are like:

Here’s An Idea. Smith et al. 2016

Terrible Idea; a comment on Smith et al. 2016. Johnson 2016.

You’re Wrong Too; a response to Johnson 2016. Nelson 2016.

Guys Just Stop Fighting, None Of Us Know What’s Going On; a Review of the Current Literature. McBrien 2017.

Not even an exaggeration.

“If We Knew What We Were Doing, It Would Not be Called Research, Would It?”

tags reading: #absolutely love how stedman moves to first author #he's like thomas let me at him

tags via @jesterbutch

babyspacebatclone:

acesartemis:

This is wonderful.

For people who can’t see the image for some reason:

It’s a “Dear Abby” column, published in 1995. The letter writer, “Not Looking for a Girlfriend in New Jersey,” identifies as a 53 year old male virgin with no interest in either women or men, despite coworkers having assumptions that his lack of a family means he must be gay.

This man expresses no concern about his situation (other than the presumed exhaustion at being continually misidentified), and suggests he was writing simply so other people could see that “a man who had no interest in sex” exists.

Abby blows it out of the ballpark with her response:

People who have no sexual feelings are called “asexual.” Since it doesn’t appear to bother you, it should present no problem. You are accountable to no one except yourself [emphasis mine].

Here we have the bastion of middle American, the “nice White lady with all the answers”, normalizing this man’s experience and literally telling him to ignore the haters. Pre Millennium. She even calmly supplies this man with the language to identify himself, since he seems not to have encountered it before; that must have been so empowering for him, to have a word for his experience and identity, and to hear that others shared it.

Everyone, you are valid, and your identity is accountable to no one except yourself.

37q:

effemimaniac:

This is only ONE CUBIC METRE of silt; can you imagine 100 million of these?

derinthescarletpescatarian:

myothertardisisonthemun:

sadclowncentral:

sadclowncentral:

my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it’s becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.

it’s a beautiful bonding activity, but the “creative” fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that’s just the kitchen.

it’s all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it’s a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don’t pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don’t move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords

to the people saying this isn’t safe in the tags: my dad has a engineering degree and my brother is a mechanic this is like. state sanctioned macgyvering. safe sane and consensual macgyvering. our house will not burn down. in fact, i think it has made us all better in approaching problems from all angles when they arise, which has served me well in life, especially in high stress situations.

does our hot water switch off every thirty seconds making showers an exiting exercise in counting and resilience? yes. but one time the door of the train toilet broke, trapping me inside, and i went “well i can either succumb to the panic of claustrophobia or do this family-style” and then spent twenty minutes breaking down the lock with my shoelace and the belt i was wearing. so i’ll take the cold water any day

Never have I wanted to see inside a stranger’s home more

OP lives in a point-and-click adventure game

itsdappleagain:

A simple cartoon-style comic. On the left is a simple character with a transgender pin on his front. He is smiling and saying "yeah, so I just started on T." On the right is a drawing of Jesus from the Bible, who is staring off into the distance and saying "T..." Jesus's beard, sash, and the trans pin are colored brown, red, and the trans colors respectively while the rest of the comic is black line art on a plain white background.ALT
A cartoon style drawing of Jesus from the Bible. He is staring with a look of some horror into the middle distance and saying "I was on T once..." The "T" is written in lowercase and resembles a cross. Behind Jesus is a realistic photograph of Jesus on the cross, silhouetted against sunlight and clouds. In this drawing Jesus is cast into shadow and light, making it somewhat more detailed than the previous panel.ALT


jesus no