When I worked at the second coffee shop we had three sizes of ice cream, junior, single, and double, and they were all a *lot* of ice cream.
People would come up to the counter and ask for a double with strawberry and cookie dough and I’d say “you might want to do a single or junior with two flavors instead of a double, a double is really big” and they wouldn’t listen, and it was always a delight to watch their eyes open in mild panic as the scoops materialized in front of them.
But the *best* was when a kid would ask “dad can i have a double scoop?” And I’d say “you might want a junior scoop with two flavors, they’re big scoops” and the parent would say “no, he wants a double” because i worked at that coffee shop for six years and I had a lot of time to practice and very strong arms and I could easily pack a pint and a half of ice cream on top of a sugar cone, and I did so with gleeful abandon every time someone made that mistake and the kids *loved* it when I’d pass the cone over and it would almost tip out of their hands with the weight of the ice cream.
Kids who ordered a junior cone *also* got a truly unmanageable amount of ice cream, but that was never as amusing to me as watching the parents’ reactions as I was shoveling a monkey’s paw worth of ice cream into a waffle cone and they couldn’t change their mind mid-scoop because after all I *had* warned them and backing out after telling me to go ahead would be admitting defeat.
Anyway. If you were a kid who had an unwieldy double scoop at Bean Town Coffee Bar from 2005 to 2011, I hope you had as much fun with your ice cream as I did.
Also we did not give a single fuck about seasons so you could order a PSL or a peppermint latte whenever because who cares if it was “off season ” drink your coffee.
We would also stick a slice of pie in a blender with some vanilla ice cream and a splash of milk and call that a smoothie.
We had Italian sodas, which are soda water, syrup, and half and half, so we had about 40 flavors of torani syrup. Once there was this teenager who had lost a bet whose friends made him order an Italian soda with every flavor. I had nothing better to do so I filled an extra large cup with a half second pour of each flavor, mixed it together, poured half into a 20oz cup (waaaaaaaaay too much syrup for an Italian soda) and served the drink (i charged them for ten syrup shots). Since I had a bunch of the mixture left over, I tried it in a more moderate ratio in an Italian soda, and i can *still* taste the creme de menthe, blueberry, and caramel overwhelming everything else.
The kid drank his entire Italian soda and then threw up.
I don’t disagree with criticisms that a lot of the goopy eroticism-of-the-machine stuff the Tumblr Armored Core VI fandom likes to represent as universal giant robot tropes is actually pretty specific to the Armored Core franchise (and is often heavily extrapolated from what’s actually present in the text of the games, at that), but when I think about it, that’s actually weird to me. Why isn’t giant robot media where the giant robot and its pilot are clearly fucking more well established in the genre? It feels like a tolerably obvious direction to take it, and it’s not like giant robot media has ever shied away from sex in general.
A.FUCKI G.REAL LIFE LWJ. A fkn modern wangxian au this is crazy
PLEASE GO ON REDDIT AND CHECK THE UPDATES!!!!
THERE’S MOOOORE
This is a hell of a ride but this is the Queer romance of arranged Marraige actually turning romance and ahhh i love it so much
GOOD FOR THEM!
this is adorable but i’m still just stuck on ‘he keeps crawling into my lap and cuddling and nuzzling me, but i can’t tell if he LIKES ME-likes me, please help’
dude
if you read romances and think “no one is that oblivious in real life” i have some news for you my friend
A.FUCKI G.REAL LIFE LWJ. A fkn modern wangxian au this is crazy
PLEASE GO ON REDDIT AND CHECK THE UPDATES!!!!
THERE’S MOOOORE
This is a hell of a ride but this is the Queer romance of arranged Marraige actually turning romance and ahhh i love it so much
GOOD FOR THEM!
this is adorable but i’m still just stuck on ‘he keeps crawling into my lap and cuddling and nuzzling me, but i can’t tell if he LIKES ME-likes me, please help’
dude
if you read romances and think “no one is that oblivious in real life” i have some news for you my friend
A.FUCKI G.REAL LIFE LWJ. A fkn modern wangxian au this is crazy
PLEASE GO ON REDDIT AND CHECK THE UPDATES!!!!
THERE’S MOOOORE
This is a hell of a ride but this is the Queer romance of arranged Marraige actually turning romance and ahhh i love it so much
GOOD FOR THEM!
this is adorable but i’m still just stuck on ‘he keeps crawling into my lap and cuddling and nuzzling me, but i can’t tell if he LIKES ME-likes me, please help’
dude
if you read romances and think “no one is that oblivious in real life” i have some news for you my friend
yeah, sorry i exhibited symptoms of the disorder i told you i have. it will happen again because i have that disorder and will continue having it. hope this helps!! 🫶🫶🫶
really sad a new ice age movie wasn’t coming out this summer because we could’ve had a horrible tweet from some official ice age twitter account declaring it “scrat summer” and potentially turning people off the whole thing. or not. i frequently hit my shin or toes on the really sharp bedframe a lot despite knowing it’s there and i worry it’s because i no longer have brain elasticity
“we don’t have girl talk, we have creature talk,” my roommate Julia just said while rolling on the floor, “put that on your fucking tumblr, they’ll love that shit”
she just asked how many notes this post has and I told her eighteen and with restrained glee she said “this is going to do horrible things to my ego”
I’m out of town rn but I told her this broke 500 notes and sent her some of yall’s tags
Hey op why is the contact icon a T if their name is Julia? *condescending tone* do you have your roommate saved as “trash” in your phone?
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I keep having to tear down extremely predatory/misleading Scien.tology flyers in my school’s art building. This is the third fucking time I’ve ripped the fuckers up and I’m getting Real Fucking Tired of it.
If you see shit like this DO NOT call the number, do not do anything to interact with these fucking people. Take down the posters if you’re able to. They do NOT want to help you. They are a literal fucking cult who openly despise psychology and any actual proven mental health science, and are actively trying to trick mentally/emotionally vulnerable people into joining.
The red flags here are “Hubbard,” the name of their founder, and “dianetics,” the crackpot theory they teach for “auditing” your sins from your past lives.
I’d like to add what @jaspertheshark said in the tags because I feel it’s important
well since no one else is going to perform this vital public service here are some reviews of the top ten gun violins on google, by a violist who has shot a gun like twice.
3/10. strings seem to disappear and there are no tuning pegs. impossible to aim as a gun because violin body gets in the way. 3 points for classic black finish, never goes out of style for murders at the symphony.
0/10. same aiming problem as the last one and with strings that short the sound you produce will kill people on its own so why have a gun. also seems to be cut like you’re supposed to shoulder-mount it like a rocket launcher, which is a terrible idea with this kind of gun.
6/10. looks like they’ve gone for an electric violin which is a great choice! it fits the aesthetic and you don’t need to worry about the instrument body this way. heavy, but the weight is concentrated near the chin so should be fine for short sessions. tuning pegs are directly in the firing line so using the gun destroys the violin, only fire as a last resort.
2/10. not fit for either purpose. stupid fake gun gets in the way of the bow, and there’s no sound chamber at all. plus, where do you even put your shoulder. 2 points because I guess you could put it on your wall as a weird art piece.
8/10. finally someone is thinking this through! the retractable barrel and folding fingerboard offer good flexibility and the bridge even doubles as a handy iron sight! needs to be de-strung to fire, so limited on-the-fly mode switching.
1/10. firing the guns will absolutely annihilate the scroll but you might as well because it would have terrible sound anyway. 1 point for thinking of left-handed violinists for once.
-4/10. not even a gun, just a violin that lets you scope the audience for dramatic effect.
5/10. useful if you want to shoot yourself and the conductor at the same time, which is frequently a mood.
6/10. he a little confused, but he got the spirit. technically works as both weapon and instrument but be VERY careful putting it under your chin if you haven’t unloaded the bolt.
I became keluarga angkat with this cute dear. Boy’s nickname is Aboodi. A helpful and hardworking kid who loves cats.
I’ve spoken to Aboodi’s brother, @ahmedpalestine personally. Tonight as I type this on 25th Sept 2024 on my timezone, the story is that the family’s been struggling with rain. Tents couldn’t hold rainwater well.
Report from UNRWA describes conditions from Oct 2023-Sept 2024. Clipped additionally is a photo by journalist Ashraf Amra showing the recent heavy rainfall in the area where Aboodi’s family currently is, Deir al-Balah.
I’d like to take this moment to remind you all that this family, along many others, are still stuck in Gaza and forced to pay exorbitant prices for necessities like food, shelter, and sanitary products like diapers and pads.
The water is still dirty and makes people sick. Sick enough to die.
Their houses and tents are still being bombed. People are still being bombed. And sniped. And tortured in ways that you and I can never even begin to imagine.
The food is still scarce. Protein is extremely expensive, nearly $70 and above for just a simple carton of eggs. IF there are any eggs to be had. Let alone meat. Their bread consists of animal pellets and blood stained flour that people have been massacred over.
They are still forced to continue surgeries without any anesthetic or antibiotics. Children are still forced to undergo multiple amputations in efforts to save their lives. Hands and fingers, legs and feet, and if they do not die of blood loss or shock, they instead might die from infection.
This is a manmade genocide.
Don’t forget that.
Don’t turn your backs.
If you can donate $5, donate $5.
If you can’t, there is still plenty that you can do.
You can like, comment, share, reblog, copy link, and so much more all for free.
And while all of these are wonderful, the absolute best thing you can do for these people is reblog these posts so that more eyes can see and help them.
Don’t turn your backs when you can still make a change.
“autism/neurodivergence isn’t an excuse!” “I’m autistic and I act normal!!!” and phrases like that are usually said by other neurodivergent folks who are probably more functional and sociable, but the reality is that it’s still a disability that is ON a spectrum. sometimes it is an “excuse”
people forget not all autistic folks act the same and some are very high support needs and will say and do things that may be “off-putting” or heavily misguided. please kind about autistic folk who need help with basic tasks or can’t socialize well. the ones who are “weird” and don’t understand boundaries correctly.
just a lil tired of the “uwu im autistic cringe is dead” people who turn around and indulge in lolcow type shit (usually shitting on a more higher support needs autistic person)
I used to wear a chainmail shirt to elementary school. The teachers never knew what to do about it because there was no section in our dress code forbidding medieval armor.
… Where does an elementary school child get access to an actual shirt of chainmail sized properly for them?
Growing up as a historical reenactor meant that my parents are friends with lots of people who make chainmail. My godsister received a real rapier in fourth or fifth grade, so our unsupervised outdoor playtime was… formative.
my little brother used to MAKE chainmail in middle school. i mean, IN school. at his desk.
teachers objected. my parents went to bat for him. “it helps him focus.” some teachers insisted it was noisy, in which case he was allowed to make origami instead, but for the most part he continued to make chain mail.
he gave me a roman short sword for christmas when i was 14. i think he’s given me a total of 5 swords over my lifetime and like 9 pieces of armor. he just has always loved metal. of course he joined the SCA the moment he heard about it.
since my thing was textiles, i reciprocated by sewing, knitting, weaving, and embroidering pieces for his reenactment costumes. when we got our dad into reenactment, i helped him put together his persona as well. now, we’re welsh on mom’s side, and from all over the silk road on dad’s side. so my brother went with a welsh persona, and that was pretty easy, because patterns from the british isles are well researched and easy to find, and a lot of SCA folks are into that. but dad and i decided to be silk road traders, and that was HARD. it took us years to put together historically accurate costumes. i cut up a lot of used kimonos from ragstock, i tell you what.
and you know what my dang brother did? he learned to make mongolian arrowheads in a weekend. three goddamn days and he was like “here have a dozen, i dun wanna learn fletching so you do the rest.”
anyhow he grew up to be a master machinist and is now making cutting edge medical devices out of memory metal for stabilizing shattered hand bones, so i guess the moral of the story is, chainmail on school children is a good sign probably?
I used to wear a chainmail shirt to elementary school. The teachers never knew what to do about it because there was no section in our dress code forbidding medieval armor.
… Where does an elementary school child get access to an actual shirt of chainmail sized properly for them?
Growing up as a historical reenactor meant that my parents are friends with lots of people who make chainmail. My godsister received a real rapier in fourth or fifth grade, so our unsupervised outdoor playtime was… formative.
my little brother used to MAKE chainmail in middle school. i mean, IN school. at his desk.
teachers objected. my parents went to bat for him. “it helps him focus.” some teachers insisted it was noisy, in which case he was allowed to make origami instead, but for the most part he continued to make chain mail.
he gave me a roman short sword for christmas when i was 14. i think he’s given me a total of 5 swords over my lifetime and like 9 pieces of armor. he just has always loved metal. of course he joined the SCA the moment he heard about it.
since my thing was textiles, i reciprocated by sewing, knitting, weaving, and embroidering pieces for his reenactment costumes. when we got our dad into reenactment, i helped him put together his persona as well. now, we’re welsh on mom’s side, and from all over the silk road on dad’s side. so my brother went with a welsh persona, and that was pretty easy, because patterns from the british isles are well researched and easy to find, and a lot of SCA folks are into that. but dad and i decided to be silk road traders, and that was HARD. it took us years to put together historically accurate costumes. i cut up a lot of used kimonos from ragstock, i tell you what.
and you know what my dang brother did? he learned to make mongolian arrowheads in a weekend. three goddamn days and he was like “here have a dozen, i dun wanna learn fletching so you do the rest.”
anyhow he grew up to be a master machinist and is now making cutting edge medical devices out of memory metal for stabilizing shattered hand bones, so i guess the moral of the story is, chainmail on school children is a good sign probably?
Here’s the opposite story, though. With apologies because I don’t have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this “Irena’s Children“ by
Tilar J. Mazzeo.
Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.
It’s about a bus driver.
It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.
And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.
And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.
and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,
“Where do you need to go?”
And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.
So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.
I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.
We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.
And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.
You can choose to be the bus driver.
[Image IDs: Text reading: “Most people who know the name Sophie Scholl know she was as 21 year old German student activist who was executed by the Nazis for distributing anti-Nazi pamphlets on her college campus. But people don’t talk about what happened leading up to her execution, or what happened after.
Sophie and her brother Hans were caught by a university janitor named Jakob Schmid as they distributed pamphlets in a courtyard. He grabbed them, declared them “under arrest,” and turned them over to the Gestapo. Four days of interrogations later, they were in front of Nazi judge Roland Freisler (one of Hitler’s favorites, his “hanging judge” flown in from Berlin) for a show trial that Hans and Sophie’s parents weren’t allowed in the courtroom for.
Hans, Sophie, and their friend Christopher Probst were all found guilty of treason, sentenced to death, and beheaded a few hours later.
No one talks about this janitor, Jakob Schmid. He got a cash reward and a promotion for turning in Sophie and Hans. The University of Munich threw him a celebration. Hundreds of students attended and cheered for him. He thanked them with a Nazi salute.
After the war, Jakob Schmid was arrested and put on a trial of his own. He said he only turned the Scholls in because distributing pamphlets was against university policy - it wasn’t because of the content of the pamphlets.
When you think of Nazis, you probably think of uniformed officers. But the Nazis were a political party of everyday people. So also think of a janitor tsk-tsking that someone was protesting “the right way.” A student at a rally applauding him. A judge towing the party line.
We like to tell ourselves Nazi Germany was so horrific it could never be repeated. Maybe you don’t personally know someone who would have flipped the switch on the gas chambers. But I can almost guarantee you know a Jakob Schmid.“
darkstalkers was a pervert game in ways completely unlike how games are perverted now
like you can have all the scantily clad characters and panty shots you want but none of it is ever going to compare to the series where a fetish goth demon lord has an inflation command grab that specifically goes for the boobs when performed on the girltwink succubus
i walk a fine line between “i’m asexual and i hate how much the world revolves around sex” and “sex is way too stigmatized and people should be able to be more open about it if they want to”
you are in your mid forties, and have this friend who’s your age that you’ve known for decades
except you two sort of lost touch a few years ago. he’s been busy with work, and now he’s kinda famous? good for him!
but now your friend has this… buddy - a man half your age (about twenty years your junior)
your friend tells you he’s written a will that says all his estate goes to this buddy. like, your friend is a childless bachelor, so its not like he has a clear heir, but like. this doesn’t add up. your friend always was… eccentric, queer if you will, but you didn’t expect him to do something like this
and when you finally meet this buddy, you hate him. everyone you know hates him. the buddy is an asshole, and just being around him is enough to unsettle you. something’s deeply wrong with him, but you might also just be biased
and also its really vague where this buddy even comes from? neither the buddy nor your friend will tell you. they’ve asked you to stop asking, and you aren’t going to break the law to violate their privacy
also. you keep hearing these weird rumors. your bestie says the buddy is satanic. your friend’s staff say that the buddy is nocturnal and doesn’t eat. the buddy also seems to be able to travel completely undetected in the city and disappears randomly
I beg my kidnappers for a phone, swearing not to make any calls or texts, and they stare over my shoulder, holding a gun to my head as I use my newly-freed hand to post, “So do like, dudes just buy ropes and baklavas from the same store or what lmfao like a specialty Crime Store”
One of the kidnappers says “balaclavas” but it’s muffled under the fabric. I ask them to repeat and they do, their voice raspy from disuse. “You wrote baklava, that’s a pastry.” The other kidnapper goes “stfu” and then after a pause goes “Why would you buy from a crime store”
i find it so fucking egregious that 8 billion dollars was very recently sent to arm israel in their genocidal siege on palestine and attacks on lebanon, meanwhile there is a natural disaster happening in our own country in which the government is doing fuck all to help with. they haven’t even declared helene and her floods a national disaster yet
chimney rock, north carolina has been basically wiped off the map. it’s gone. reports from the ground in asheville are saying the people are absolutely stranded and very few have power or service or anywhere to go. im seeing video and post one after the other of citizens grieving entire losses of their farms, their livelihoods, saying all of their animals are gone and the floods destroyed everything in their wake. it’s devastating.
it’s genuinely wild how hawaii’s independence isn’t like, a huge and widely recognized issue. that’s one of the US’s biggest and most glaringly memorable crimes and it just continues on and on instead of being righted in any way. like holy shit how is hawaii still a state. it’s downright fucked that people just casually live there and visit there to this day in 2024 knowing full well that, at the very least, it was a sovereign nation that the US conquered by force in the late 1950’s. there are people alive now who are older than hawaii’s statehood. idk it’s one of those things that just baffles me. stop going to hawaii, leave them alone
This is a INCREDIBLY misleading date. Hawaiʻi was not ‘conquered by force’ in the 1950s, the more accurate date was about 130 years ago in the 1880s. And it’s way more complicated than a lot of other American adventures in imperialism.
It’s possible that you may be thinking of the Rebellion of 1887 (largely driven by white residents) and the subsequent Bayonet Constitution, which King Kalākaua was forced into signing, that reduced the monarchy’s power.
But even that is more complicated than most colonial enterprises…
As background, Hawaiʻi had been ruled as an absolute monarchy since Kamehameha, a chieftain of the island of Hawaiʻi (the Big Island), conquered the entire Hawaiian Island chain in a series of bloody invasions of the other islands. His conquest was wildly successful in part due to Western weapons acquired through John Young and Issac Davis, two Westerners from the UK. With his victory, he established the Hawaiian Kingdom as a dynastic monarchy in 1795. Once his position was secure, he strengthened it by establishing diplomatic relations with both the UK and US.
Fast forward to 1887. The Bayonet Constitution imposed upon King Kalākaua transferred much of the power from the king to the legislature. And while it allowed for voting by Kānaka Maoli (native Hawaiians), it also raised the economic requirements for suffrage to an amount that basically excluded the majority of the Kānaka population. In practice, it meant that it was largely rich, white planters and other residents who were able to vote.
Kalākaua was still considered king, however. But the next year, there was another rebellion: the Wilcox Rebellion of 1888. This one was lead by Kalākaua’s (somewhat distant) cousin, Robert Wilcox, and his sister, Liliʻuokalani, and a few others. They were attempting to depose Kalākaua and replace him with Liliʻuokalani. It failed, but hardly mattered because Kalākaua died a few years later (natural causes), and Liliʻuokalani assumed the throne anyway in 1891.
Liliʻuokalani tried to return full power to the monarchy. With that goal in mind, she attempted to rewrite the constitution. It didn’t go well.
On January 17, 1893, Liliʻuokalani, and the Hawaiian Kingdom, was overthrown. The ones who did so were a group that called themselves the “Committee of Safety” and were composed entirely of either foreign-born residents or island-born kingdom subjects who were descended from mainland Americans. The coup was primarily led by Lorrin Thurston, born in Hawaii of American parents.
They organized a non-native militia of about 1500 armed men, who basically staked out the palace and put Queen Liliʻuokalani under house arrest. A policeman, a native Hawaiian man named Leialoha, was shot by this militia and wounded when trying to stop them from moving their weapons in. He was the only injury in the coup and there were no deaths.
The Committee then reached out to to John Stevens (the American Minister to the Hawaiian Kingdom, aka a diplomat representing the American government in Hawaiʻi), spinning a tale of woe that they worried American citizens were under threat in the kingdom. They asked for US military support. Stevens sent the USS Boston and a company of Marines to defend the US consulate and other US buildings. The Marines did not participate in the coup, but their presence was clearly meant as a threat.
Needless to say, the coup was successful. Liliʻuokalani, who had no army, was deposed. The Committee was in charge now.
The Committee then attempted to get the US to immediately annex the islands, but US President Cleveland refused. As a matter of fact, Cleveland wasn’t very happy about the whole thing and requested an investigation into the actions of the US military and the local diplomat.
The main conclusion of the report is quoted as: “United States diplomatic and military representatives had abused their authority and were responsible for the change in government.”
Stevens, who had authorized the use of the USS Boston, was removed from his position. The military commander was also forced to resign.
Cleveland later said: “Substantial wrong has thus been done which a due regard for our national character as well as the rights of the injured people requires we should endeavor to repair the monarchy.”
But other US politicians didn’t see it the same way. And later, Senator Morgan (from Alabama… why is it always Alabama?) commissioned a competing report that exonerated Stevens and encouraged annexation in strong terms.
But annexation still didn’t happen right away. And the Committee formed a provisional government composed almost entirely of the Committee conspirators and other high-placed whites from the planter class. This served as an interim until a formal government, the Republic of Hawaii, was established. They installed Sanford Dole (yes, Dole as in pineapples) as President.
Notably, voting rights were extended under this new Republic to all men (but no women) who were either natural born citizens of the previous Hawaiian Kingdom or naturalized citizens of the Republic. This excluded the majority of the foreign plantation workers from China, Portugal, the Philippines, and Japan. But it DID enfranchise native Hawaiians, who represented the largest number of voters in the Republic–almost two-thirds of all voters. Native Hawaiians also had the majority in the Republic’s legislature. The Speaker of the House was also Native Hawaiian.
That said, voter turnout was very low. And petitions against annexation were run during this time gaining around 200,000 signatories–representing over half of the native Hawaiian population. While some Kānaka might have been on board with the Republic, annexation definitely didn’t have full support.
In 1895, Robert Wilcox was back. And he and deposed Queen Liliʻuokalani attempted a new rebellion to overthrow the Committee’s government. The royalists assembled around 500 armed supporters and smuggled arms and ammo from California. They fought a handful of battles against the Republic’s militias, but many of their force was captured. Others deserted. The Counter Revolution failed. Liliʻuokalani was arrested, tried, and forced to officially abdicate her throne.
It still wasn’t enough to get Cleveland to annex Hawaiʻi. But in 1897, his term in office ended and President McKinley was now in charge.
McKinley had no aversion to annexing the islands. In fact, he was quite keen on the idea. He tried twice in his first year in office, but failed. Then in 1898, he signed the Newlands Resolution that would annex the islands as a territory of the United States.
In 1919, Kūhiō Kalanianaʻole–a chief of Hilo and father of former Queen Kapiʻolani–was the first to propose statehood for Hawaiʻi, but the white planter class was not interested in statehood. Being a Territory served their business interests better.
It was not until 1959, however, that Hawaiʻi was made a US state with the Hawaii Admission Act in US Congress. A referendum in the territory that year yielded 94.3% voting in favor of statehood.
This was less a violent military colonial conquest than it was a capitalistic, business-led one.
So, no… the Kingdom of Hawaii was not overthrown or conquered by force in 1959. That is simply not true.
But the real story is a strong cautionary tale in what happens when businessmen and self-serving politicians have free rein to subvert governments and rule of law for their own personal monetary gain, at the expense of a nation’s sovereignty.
It’s always so frightening when the like, (typically very cis and white) feminist praise of body hair is just referring to like. A little stubble past your bikini line. Light fuzzy armpit hair. Unshaved legs but you’d have to squint to even notice it because it’s so soft and fine like a baby duckling. Talking about being radical and body positive or whatever and they can’t even find, like, a brunette. God forbid there’s a crumb of testosterone in your endocrine system
For me, dulce de leche is first, but vanilla is a close 2nd. But what’s your favorite? Did I skip it?
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Audio transcript : Hamster balls are like so dangerous for small animals. You know why? Because like, they can’t extend their back properly, so their back is like thi– (cuts off abruptly as the creature in the hamster ball is revealed to be a crab; pauses. The following is said with an affectionate tone like one uses when speaking of a cute animal:) Well, he can’t break his spine ‘cause he don’t have a spine.
t rex was about to eat the dead triceratops but nobody was around and it tasted the leafs just to see and he realized they were pretty good. and he was like wow ill stop being the bad guy and eaating everyone and everyone was like wow t rex its been millions of years but you finally turned a new leaf haha and then the sky got red
skin is not supposed to be perfectly smooth and clear and unblemished. it’s literally like 5 sq ft of organ that’s ENTIRELY ON THE OUTSIDE OF YOUR BODY. it’s supposed to protect you and your organs and your muscles and ligaments etc. without skin that can adapt we would all be riddled with infections and pain. even “imperfect” skin loves you and doesn’t want you to suffer. be nice to it . it is your friend
If your skin didn’t wrinkle, crack, bruise, tan, freckle, or scar then we wouldn’t be alive!!! those are all evolutionary adaptations!!! it’s your body’s way of keeping you in one piece :) and it’s beautiful
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