December 2024

teaboot:

teaboot:

I need to stop thinking about my work days as “productive” days and my days off as “unproductive” days that I waste if I haven’t built something or deep cleaned my house. What the fuck am I accomplishing at work. My job doesn’t wash my dishes

sleeping is productive. Knitting is productive. Laying on my couch watching murder mysteries is productive. These things fill my life with good feelings. My job just pays my bills

Why would doing a hundred things be less productive than doing one thing

ahotknife:

the enormity of my desire disgusts me

vocabulary-altering-posts:

tothechaos:

fellatio is such an awesome word. sounds like a pasta. but be careful! wouldnt want to order that at a restaurant … lest some nasty little creature get ahold of that thang

PHRASE ADDED!

intactics-deactivated20211231:

consider three apples. now consider what “three” means in the absence of any apples, a three totally divorced from quantity. and consider that when you aren’t looking, the numbers fuck each other

chetungwan:

chetungwan:

I’ve been real busy lately because it’s December and I work at the post office, so of course I am

But that doesn’t mean I can’t show up with an unprompted PSA

Hey! Have you ever mailed a letter to Santa Claus? Have you ever wondered what exactly happened to that letter? Well wonder no longer! If it had a stamp and a return address, then odds are that it ended up on the USPS’s Operation Santa page!

Every year, the USPS collects letters to Santa Claus, and processes them to black out any identifying information. Last names, addresses, things like that. Then, the letters are posted on the Operation Santa webpage and people can adopt the letters.

Once you adopt a letter, you can buy gifts for them, wrap them up, and package them. Then you get a barcode from the website, and bring them to a post office. The clerk there will scan the barcode, which prints out a label with the address on it, and sends out the gift.

It’s anonymous on both ends, and is generally just. A really nice thing to do.

I highly recommend it if you have some money to spare this year and want to give a kid a moment of magic this year

It’s one of those things that the post office just happened to be positioned to do, and ended up knocking it out of the park. Unfortunately, I don’t think they advertise this nearly well enough, and most letters end up going unanswered

Hopefully, a few more will be answered this year

Almost forgot to add a link!

depsidase:

ctimenefic:

Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won’t be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back

boxheadpaint:

wish the human body had like a crash log or something so I could pin shit down. Why am I having a sudden spike of anxiety when I’m just sitting here? Well it looks like there’s a conflict here between my medication and the better foliage mod

maxknightley:

what if a second CEO got got and the bullet casings said “WRONG” “GUY” “LOL”

electronicmail:

can i call you back im doing something weird

pocket-deer-boy:

pocket-deer-boy:

(through gritted teeth) sometimes what’s good for your mental health isn’t another do nothing day or a little treat sometimes what’s good for you is putting in some of the work. Not all of it at once but sometimes you have to finish that essay or at least take the next step or you have to clean your room or at least dust the shelves or you gotta do the laundry or at least put it all in the hamper and it’s not fun and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks but you have to because i read a post on the internet that told me that’s what being nice to yourself is sometimes

Are you guys ok you’re all reblogging this post a lot

avgprettyboy:

tothechaos:

i need big huge wings to shelter myself and my loved ones and also to smack the shit out of them

kazoosandfannypacks:

online friends never say they love you like a normal person, it’s always gotta be “if we lived close to each other i would get mental health bagels with you” or something like that

thekijs:

ganymedesclock:

I think cis people should also be their gender of choice. Like, if you’re a man, you should get to really enjoy being a man- have fun with it! If you’re a woman, take the parts of womanhood that really deeply make you happy. If being a little androgynous or ambiguous or hidden is the part that really makes you happy, you don’t have to be trans for that. If you wanna lean really hard into being femme or masc- do it! You have one life in your body, do what makes you happy. Ditch the stuff you don’t like.

My sinister queer agenda is I think that everyone should be the gender they like in the way they like it.

I call this Cis+ and I highly recommend people who have never had questions about their gender try it out.

crazy-pages:

gravedangerahead:

We stan

I love all the possible implications from: “Mama is trans and wasn’t out back then”, “Mama successfully committed feminist voter fraud”, to “Mama just fucking voted and the people running her local ballot box knew what was fucking good for them and stayed out of her way”. 

bathroomcorpse:

bathroomcorpse:

i might actually start crying

WORMY UPDATE. HE LIVES IN A FILD.

bathroomcorpse:

bathroomcorpse:

i might actually start crying

WORMY UPDATE. HE LIVES IN A FILD.

official-michigan-posts:

clockworkdragonffxiv:

questions-about-blorbos:

reblog if you ship a ship that’s unhealthy, toxic and fucked up

official michigan post

krambee:

despazito:

Finally got a clear shot of noonoo carrying her spring, it’s her favourite toy

noonoo….

xtec:

infectiouspiss:

you have to stay alive. you’re going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

segamascott:

k8aclysm:

molsno:

molsno:

*rubs our autisms together*

everyone keeps saying frotism but you’re all WRONG‼️ we are kitty cats

Doing this to u

melissa-titanium:

melissa-titanium:

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ITS HAPPENING NOW. HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP ME OH MY GOD HELP YOU GU;YS CANT TALK ABOUT WOMEN ONA POST ABOUT WOMEN OH MY GO DP LAEASE

ratcandy:

well, you see, the thing is: (instead of finishing my sentence i curl up comfortably in bed and go to sleep

god-offical:

cheesecat11917:

stigmartyrpunk:

evrybody hate me and want me dead. except for god he said faggot! you will live forever

@god-offical this true?🤨

Faggots will live forever, it’s in the Neo-New Testament I’m writing right now

bish0ps:

type of shit im on

bish0ps:

type of shit im on

rurousha:

roane72:

stevviefox:

beauty-grace-outer-space:

southernbitchface:

buddhaprayerbeads:

A simple mental health pain scale.

I’m so thankful this exists. I think that many people with mental health issues (myself included) downplay what they’re going through.

I’m an 8 right now. If I hadn’t seen this chart tonight I’d keep denying my struggle. Now I have to face it.

Reblogging for my followers. My own mental health took a bit of a nosedive last week. Take care of yourselves. Take care of each other. ♡♡

FYI for any who need it. Please seek help.

This is clarifying for me. A 6 is a good day. I live at a 7-8. This summer I spent a lot of time at 9. (Yes, I have an excellent therapist and a lot of meds, this is just the way it is.) I’m hoping with the additional support I’m starting to get, I can drop back to 4-6.

Me: “I’ve been doing pretty good lately. I’ve been around a 6 all week.”

Therapist: “I’m glad you’ve been stable, but you know a 6 still is high, right? I’d really like to get you consistently below a 4.”

Me: “Sometimes you say stupid things.”

rurousha:

roane72:

stevviefox:

beauty-grace-outer-space:

southernbitchface:

buddhaprayerbeads:

A simple mental health pain scale.

I’m so thankful this exists. I think that many people with mental health issues (myself included) downplay what they’re going through.

I’m an 8 right now. If I hadn’t seen this chart tonight I’d keep denying my struggle. Now I have to face it.

Reblogging for my followers. My own mental health took a bit of a nosedive last week. Take care of yourselves. Take care of each other. ♡♡

FYI for any who need it. Please seek help.

This is clarifying for me. A 6 is a good day. I live at a 7-8. This summer I spent a lot of time at 9. (Yes, I have an excellent therapist and a lot of meds, this is just the way it is.) I’m hoping with the additional support I’m starting to get, I can drop back to 4-6.

Me: “I’ve been doing pretty good lately. I’ve been around a 6 all week.”

Therapist: “I’m glad you’ve been stable, but you know a 6 still is high, right? I’d really like to get you consistently below a 4.”

Me: “Sometimes you say stupid things.”

dirt-and-wyrms:

brainless-moe-white-lotus:

Me and the mutuals filling eachothers dashboards w the exact same posts we’ve reblogged from one another

i saw this post litterly like 3 times in a row i kid you not

dirt-and-wyrms:

brainless-moe-white-lotus:

Me and the mutuals filling eachothers dashboards w the exact same posts we’ve reblogged from one another

i saw this post litterly like 3 times in a row i kid you not

skopostheorie:

Wait it’s fucking November as in, then it’s December and then it’s 2025, November

princessnoctua:

theirtheretheyre:

poisonedapples:

thatjeanjacket:

camwyn:

thelightreturns:

candiceirae:

lonewolf574:

tiredgaymermaid:

scoutology:

ohthisismuchworse:

fuckingconversations:

xeppeli:

tunnaa-unnaa:

xeppeli:

xeppeli:

lahore pigeons are some of the most visually appealing birds out there. like in terms of visual design. very minimalist, good contrast.

Too bad Lahore pigeons are a domestic breed and don’t appear in the wild at all.
Some equally balanced wild colorations include

Pygmy Falcon

Great Hornbill

Wallcreeper

and

Black-throated Loon

this is a good addition to this post. thank you for this birds educations

I would like to submit the following additions to the world of exceptional bird color design:

Cedar Waxwing

Red Crowned Crane

Brahminy Kite

Green Tree Swallow (I mean seriously - those are metallic teal feathers against stark white. Damn.) 

Bali Mynah

And, last but certainly not least, the cutest fucking puffball on this planet earth:


The Korean Crow-Tit

I’d also like to contribute some pretty awesome birds

Hooded Pitta (or as like to call them little olives)

Coua

Mot-Mot

The Blue Crown Pigeon (the biggest pigeon)

good post

@ilovegirlsalways

@candiceirae

I’m fond of the Golden Breasted Starling,

the Golden Pheasant,

and the Oriental Dwarf Kingfisher.

@izzyovercoffee

May I present the most fabulous turkey in the world, the Ocellated Turkey?

@poisonedapples

They’re all immensely pretty

@todaysbird

I wish to add the European Golden Plover

The Arctic Tern

The Atlantic Puffin

And the Eurasian Oystercatcher

skopostheorie:

Wait it’s fucking November as in, then it’s December and then it’s 2025, November

abandonrun:

abandonrun:

12 year old me could face any hardship and just be like. yeah whatever *ignores the problem entirely* *retreats to intricate self indulgent fantasy world where i’m an immortal demon lord*

good news everyone! it turns out you don’t have to be 12 to do this

crow821:

harboretum:

melsephant:

Like clockwork

For reference

Oh lord you weren’t exaggerating… 😬

magical-grrrl-mavis:

goodfriendo:

goblinfables:

:O

This is what it feels like to talk to neurotypical people

liongrl321:

i-am-a-fish:

bellflower-islandsparkle:

i-am-a-fish:

hey if you’re scrolling tumblr on thanksgiving you might be going though it so I just wanted to let you know that you are so incredibly loved. also you will outlive the weird family member

NO WAY THEY MADE A DARK MODE VERSION OF THIS GIF??!??

THIS IS HUGE

yippee

telomeke:

telomeke:

tolstayas:

poetry-protest-pornography:

Please enjoy this updated meme:


a modest proposal

[ID text–

Various images of the smiling Pillsbury Doughboy with accompanying text:

Pillsbury Doughboy with arms raised joyfully in the air – “HE IS RISEN! HAPPY EASTER!”

Pillsbury Doughboy with arms raised joyfully in the air, but with his usual puffiness replaced by the mottled appearance of unleavened crackers – “HE IS NOT! HAPPY PASSOVER!”

Pillsbury Doughboy with one arm raised as though signaling – “HE IS OFF LIMITS UNTIL SUNDOWN! HAPPY RAMADAN!”

Pillsbury Doughboy with arms folded across his chest – “HE IS AN OFFERING TO THE ANCESTORS! GOOD WISHES FOR QINGMING!”

End ID.]

All these are references to some belief systems and their connections to food, around the world:

  • The Easter Doughboy’s text is a play on the leavening of baked products made by the Pillsbury company, as well as the belief of Christ’s resurrection (“He is risen”) celebrated at Easter;
  • The Passover Doughboy’s text is a reference to the practice of consuming unleavened cracker-like flatbreads (matzah or matzo) at the Jewish festival of Passover, when leavening is forbidden;
  • The Ramadan Doughboy’s text is a reference to the fasting month of Ramadan, when Muslims are forbidden from eating anything (including, presumably, a halal Pillsbury Doughboy) from dawn to sunset;
  • The Qingming Doughboy’s text is a reference to the practice of offering food to deceased ancestors at the Chinese Qingming festival (including, presumably, an edible Pillsbury Doughboy).

This year (2023) all four of the above religious observances fall within close proximity of each other, in the month of April.

Reblogging because it’s that time of year again.

This year (2024) all four of the above are still in fairly close proximity to each other, although they cross over from March into April:

metfell:

i should be allowed to have as many absences as i want because im an adult and its college and i should be allowed to fail if i want to fail. its my education why are you grading me based on how many days i show up that has nothing to do with what im learning. if i get a migraine for a week does that mean i fail? apparently so! even if ive gotten 100’s on every single test, if i get sick for more than four days then i fail. and that has nothing to do with learning. your grading rubric shouldn’t have to coddle people who don’t show up, and it shouldn’t reward people either. it should reward people for learning the material, not for sitting in class spacing out. if i read up on everything, and become the most knowledgeable one in the class on a subject, but i suffer from symptoms of IBS and cant stay in the classroom all period, am i somehow instantly stupid because of something i can’t control? if i pay you thousands of dollars for an education, i should be able to have it cater to MY needs. MY education.

solarishashernoseinabook:

dukeofankh:

accelerationist-king-piccolo:

In addition to being pastors, my parents were both also professional teachers. My mom has a master’s in education.

I still wish I wasn’t homeschooled.

Like, I run into folks now who get super excited when I tell them I was homeschooled because they’re thinking about homeschooling if they ever have a kid and want intel, and they get super grumpy and dismissive and defensive when I tell them how absolutely debilitating it was socially, and that it really wasn’t worth it just to be a year ahead in math.

And part of that is this sense that homeschooling is an opportunity for you to customize your child. It’s usually an extension of a broader fantasy that that’s what parenthood is about. That you can minmax your child’s stats and construct the perfect build, and the only reason everyone’s all screwed up is just that nobody sat down and really micromanaged their child’s education enough. Other teachers (and peers, for that matter) might steer them in directions you don’t want.

Even when done well, homeschooling is about removing those outside influences so you can control their environment and prioritize your own goals for them. It’s a magnet for people with narcissism and control issues as a result, it’s a magnet for fundamentalists, but it’s also a magnet for idealists. Sometimes it even works out great, hell, there are people who for accessibility reasons will likely be taught far better at home. But that’s more a “lesser of two evils” situation.

One person cannot be smarter in every single subject than every single teacher that the kid would ever have. They can’t singlehandedly replace the socialization, the networking, the mentorship, and the life experiences. And to think that they can borders on megalomania.

[Image ID: tweet by @FirstGentleman: Y'all are not smart enough to be homeschooling children /end]

cosmermaid:

victusinveritas:

I’m going to add to this with advice for any teacher running into this situation.

Ask to borrow the kid’s computer for a second, and use the AI. Pick a word, then pick a letter that is not in that word. Ask chatGPT how many times that letter appears in said word. (Avoid “how many Ns in Mayonnaise” because that went viral and got trained out.) Hell, give ChatGPT multiple tries. Ask it to demonstrate each time that letter appears in a word.

Let the entire class witness chatGPT fail. Because it cannot count. It cannot spell. It cannot think. Please put your lesson plans aside for a class and use it as a learning opportunity.

To add to your arsenal for educating these kids, please look into the concept of AI hallucination. AI cannot perceive things and has no ability to think critically, which means it cannot tell what’s real and what’s not. Really drill into these kids that they are better off asking advice from a toddler.

I used the characterAI bot instead of chatGPT in this case, but chatGPT has the same issues, because neither bot is capable of thinking about what it’s saying.

cosmermaid:

victusinveritas:

I’m going to add to this with advice for any teacher running into this situation.

Ask to borrow the kid’s computer for a second, and use the AI. Pick a word, then pick a letter that is not in that word. Ask chatGPT how many times that letter appears in said word. (Avoid “how many Ns in Mayonnaise” because that went viral and got trained out.) Hell, give ChatGPT multiple tries. Ask it to demonstrate each time that letter appears in a word.

Let the entire class witness chatGPT fail. Because it cannot count. It cannot spell. It cannot think. Please put your lesson plans aside for a class and use it as a learning opportunity.

To add to your arsenal for educating these kids, please look into the concept of AI hallucination. AI cannot perceive things and has no ability to think critically, which means it cannot tell what’s real and what’s not. Really drill into these kids that they are better off asking advice from a toddler.

I used the characterAI bot instead of chatGPT in this case, but chatGPT has the same issues, because neither bot is capable of thinking about what it’s saying.

cosmermaid:

victusinveritas:

I’m going to add to this with advice for any teacher running into this situation.

Ask to borrow the kid’s computer for a second, and use the AI. Pick a word, then pick a letter that is not in that word. Ask chatGPT how many times that letter appears in said word. (Avoid “how many Ns in Mayonnaise” because that went viral and got trained out.) Hell, give ChatGPT multiple tries. Ask it to demonstrate each time that letter appears in a word.

Let the entire class witness chatGPT fail. Because it cannot count. It cannot spell. It cannot think. Please put your lesson plans aside for a class and use it as a learning opportunity.

To add to your arsenal for educating these kids, please look into the concept of AI hallucination. AI cannot perceive things and has no ability to think critically, which means it cannot tell what’s real and what’s not. Really drill into these kids that they are better off asking advice from a toddler.

I used the characterAI bot instead of chatGPT in this case, but chatGPT has the same issues, because neither bot is capable of thinking about what it’s saying.

cosmermaid:

victusinveritas:

I’m going to add to this with advice for any teacher running into this situation.

Ask to borrow the kid’s computer for a second, and use the AI. Pick a word, then pick a letter that is not in that word. Ask chatGPT how many times that letter appears in said word. (Avoid “how many Ns in Mayonnaise” because that went viral and got trained out.) Hell, give ChatGPT multiple tries. Ask it to demonstrate each time that letter appears in a word.

Let the entire class witness chatGPT fail. Because it cannot count. It cannot spell. It cannot think. Please put your lesson plans aside for a class and use it as a learning opportunity.

To add to your arsenal for educating these kids, please look into the concept of AI hallucination. AI cannot perceive things and has no ability to think critically, which means it cannot tell what’s real and what’s not. Really drill into these kids that they are better off asking advice from a toddler.

I used the characterAI bot instead of chatGPT in this case, but chatGPT has the same issues, because neither bot is capable of thinking about what it’s saying.

spacesharkwuffwuff:

little-bloodied-angel:

birdblogwhichisforbirds:

unknought:

A few years ago a roommate abruptly decided to move out to live with her boyfriend, and I ended up spending half a year sharing an apartment with someone I had never met before: an Egyptian girl with very limited English.

She was confused by my appearance and asked me “boy or girl?” It took me a while to understand what she was saying, but eventually she got the point across, and I told her that I was a girl. She seemed unsatisfied, and I explained that I was transgender. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t know the word.

We ended communicating by typing our respective sentences into Google Translate. Unfortunately, whatever the Arabic word for “transgender” is, it wasn’t a word she knew either. Eventually I ended up typing in “I used to be a boy but it made me unhappy so I decided to be a girl.” She stared at it for a moment then asked “You are happy now?” I said yes, and she smiled and looked thoughtful.

A couple hours later she came up to me and said “You and me, we are sisters,” and gave me a hug. “You say you are girl, you are girl.”

Can I share this in non-tumblr spaces?

Each story like this warms my heart a little more

When I came out to my Chinese girlfriend, we ended up breaking up. I asked if being Trans was the reason specifically, but she said no, she just didn’t want to date another woman. Then she told me I should start calling her 妹妹, (meimei). She is a few years younger than me, and that’s Mandarin for ‘little sister’. We’re still talking to each other over a year later.

spacesharkwuffwuff:

little-bloodied-angel:

birdblogwhichisforbirds:

unknought:

A few years ago a roommate abruptly decided to move out to live with her boyfriend, and I ended up spending half a year sharing an apartment with someone I had never met before: an Egyptian girl with very limited English.

She was confused by my appearance and asked me “boy or girl?” It took me a while to understand what she was saying, but eventually she got the point across, and I told her that I was a girl. She seemed unsatisfied, and I explained that I was transgender. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t know the word.

We ended communicating by typing our respective sentences into Google Translate. Unfortunately, whatever the Arabic word for “transgender” is, it wasn’t a word she knew either. Eventually I ended up typing in “I used to be a boy but it made me unhappy so I decided to be a girl.” She stared at it for a moment then asked “You are happy now?” I said yes, and she smiled and looked thoughtful.

A couple hours later she came up to me and said “You and me, we are sisters,” and gave me a hug. “You say you are girl, you are girl.”

Can I share this in non-tumblr spaces?

Each story like this warms my heart a little more

When I came out to my Chinese girlfriend, we ended up breaking up. I asked if being Trans was the reason specifically, but she said no, she just didn’t want to date another woman. Then she told me I should start calling her 妹妹, (meimei). She is a few years younger than me, and that’s Mandarin for ‘little sister’. We’re still talking to each other over a year later.