My favourite translator said that when she was an ambassador for Hungary she took all these Japanese politicians on a tour and she was trying to circumtranslate ‘merry go round’ cause she didn’t know the Japanese word for it by calling it a ‘horse tornado for children’ and they had no blessed idea what she was saying and she finally started running in circles going up and down and they go ‘ohhhhh, in Japan we call those ‘merry-go-rounds’“
the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with… and you cannot! because they live one million miles away
All hail Gustave Caillebotte, the only Impressionist who bothered to say “You know what this art movement doesn’t have enough of? Shirtless rough trade, that’s what!” And then he became the change he wanted to see in the world, and I think that’s beautiful.
i saw this in a museum once and i gotta go off on this for a second– not only is it a gorgeous display of technical mastery over light, darkness, composition, form. it’s also a slap in the face to artistic conventions at the time. at the time, you could have nudes but they had to be heroic. they had to be virtuous. 1875, paris– art was supposed to be elevating. it was for the wealthy, it was to be uplifting, it was so everyone who commissioned the pictures could flex their classics education. okay?
so here’s the floor planers. they’re workmen. they’re workmen. they’re not some rent boy you dolled up with a helmet to be achilles or adonis. artists have been hornily painting working-class models (and sex-worker boyfriends) into their portraits forever, but you’re supposed to frame your appreciation for the male form as an intellectually irreproachable appreciation for the heroic body from literature, or, conversely you could depict the humble beauty of peasants, if you must, but it had
to be a sort of ode to nature and the simple life. peasants could be art, as long as they were… out there, you know. in a field. being a metaphor. so there’s your options for looking at a shirtless guy: he’s got to be mythic.
but no. look, here, at the workmen. the floor planers. the workmen’s bodies not dressed up in sandals and helmet, in flowers, on a pedestal. the workmen not employed as some distant paean to an arcadian countryside, not stacking sheaves or holding a lamb or elevating the beauty of nature. they’re here, they’re urban, they’re in a room just like you might have. the workers of your world, in your home, in this reality. the male body as a very real, very nonfigurative tool, humble and employed, but still gorgeous. the beauty of the men that the patrician class pays not to see. the men who come into your mansion through the back door and work unseen and leave unseen. those men. there, right there, this painting, glowing and beautiful.
not adonis. but beautiful.
anyway at the time everyone fucking hated this picture because it’s a direct slap across the classist chops. they were BIG MAD, this was filthy, it was an affront. they hated it. the paris salon rejected it. established intellectuals didn’t want anything to do with this kind of confrontation. it wasn’t art.
i just love that.
like, look at those hot guys go. look at the shine on the floor and the way their arms are. no virtuous framing, no classic allusions. just some regular guys making the floors nice for a rich fucker who never laid eyes on them at all. but here they are: look at them.
watching a video about this cargo ship that blew up in texas in the 40’s and it’s like . i know that with a lot of incidents especially older ones like this the reason that the safety standards were so shitty was because they literally did not know that these kinds of disasters COULD happen (and in many cases these disasters are what MADE the safety standards better) but sometimes you just learn about this shit and you think. how could all these people be so stupid
- cargo of the ship consisted of twine (flammable) peanuts (flammable, oily) and cotton (FLAMMABLE) from houston and POST WAR AMMUNITION (OH MY GOD) FROM CUBA
- additional cargo they were picking up in texas city was LOOSE BAGS OF AMMONIUM NITRATE that the dock workers described as being ANOMALOUSLY WARM UPON BEING LOADED INTO THE SHIP ??????
- small fire breaks out in cargo hold, instead of putting it out with water that could damage the cargo the captain decides to close all the hatches to try to make the cargo hold airtight and smother the fire (stupid but you can kind of understand how they got there)
- the heat of the trapped smoke in the cargo hold instead causes the aforementioned LOOSE BAGS OF AMMONIUM NITRATE to undergo a chemical reaction and turn into nitrous oxide, massively increasing the pressure inside of the airtight hold
- one of the hatch covers fails
- mfw all the pressure in the cargo hold is released at once causing an explosion that fucking levels everything in the port within 2000 feet
- mfw the shockwave shatters windows up to a hundred miles away
- mfw on-fire twine and peanuts and fucking grenades are raining down over texas city
- mfw some of the pieces of the ship got launched into the sky faster than the speed of sound
- mfw they found the ship’s anchor inside of a ten foot wide crater over a mile and a half away
- mfw this was one of the largest and most devastating non-nuclear explosions in world history
- mfw this could have been avoided if they’d just taken the L and put the fire out with water
also worth a mention: the SECOND boat that exploded in a very similar manner the next day which was an even more violent explosion, but less devastating because most of the port was. you know. already leveled and evacuated
someone running rescue and recovery after the FIRST boat exploded noticed that the second boat’s cargo was on fire and reported it….and this just went. ignored. for several hours. until someone was like “oh shit better get this under control” and tried to move the boat to no avail and they just gave up and evacuated
next day it started raining glowing-hot metal boat chunks all over the city. AGAIN.
Today’s problematic ships are the Grandcamp (first explosion) and High Flyer (second explosion).
trans women will be like “ah yeah I have some weird feelings about how my ex treated me” and then describe the most batshit insane acts of emotional cruelty I’ve ever heard in my life
You deserve?? To be treated?? Normally??
Your partner should not Insult you. Your partner should not make you feel bad about your appearance. Your partner should not ever physically hurt you (outside of sex, and only when discussed beforehand!). Your partner should not pressure you to engage in kinks or sex acts you’re uncomfortable with. Your partner should not control who you hang out with. Your partner should not cheat on you.
You deserve to be treated with respect and dignity! Jesus Christ!
This is the funniest email I have ever received from a professor
also most considerate
For context from someone with chronic migraines: short reply in large font means I dont have to look at the screen longer than a second to see what the professor said.
Extremely considerate and I assume the professor probably has migraines sometimes too or someone close to them does.
So I decided to draw @mary-cross au as a thank you for the compliment on my art, which I really appreciate but Good lord I was struggling with the pose for Dulciter
Anyways Puella✨
OMG LOOK AT THIS BEAUTY!! Thank you so much!!’ You made my day!!! AH! I love how you paid attention to Puellas outfit GAHHHHH!!!!!! HOW SWEET!!!
Here are a few sketches with the events that’s occurs on my AU of COTL. I’m not as active as I was but that’s because works has been killing me! And commission are getting done one by one! Once in free I will post more! Much love! (I’m more active on insta)
constantly in awe of the indomitable spirit of homestuck. it’s been eternally, publicly branded as dogshit, the most any layman knows about it in 2025 is sharpie bath mythology, there truly is no hope for its public image, and yet. to this day you will never find an internet comment section without a nepeta profile picture. the mentally ill tweenagers of the world are still using typing quirks. tamsyn muir is putting out New York Times Bestsellers with her partner’s pesterchum tag written in the dedication along with “<>” . you can’t fight it
like, okay, consent does literally just mean agree. which is what enables this little rhetorical trick. because there’s all this cultural emphasis on sexual consent, which is just expressed as consent, a lot of phrases whose intended meanings are “rape is bad” can be taken literally to mean “i should get to agree to everything that happens in my vicinity.”
for an example, “i didn’t agree to seeing you wear that shirt” is straightforwardly a fucking insane thing for someone to say, but people regularly make use of this trick to make the (functionally identical) statement “i didn’t consent to seeing that”
Strongly recommend that people familiarize themselves with the white supremacist concept of “right to comfort” because of how scarily that concept aligns with this behavior
THIS is where the logic comes from that drives misogynistic control of what women wear, how fat people exist in public, how disabled people exist in public, miscontrues kink-related fashion as the same as sex itself, and prevents people breastfeeding their children in clean environments.
Its interesting what demographics are effected most negatively by this huh
greek mythology was overtaken by teenagers (and adults) who think the kidnapping of persephone was actually a love story and by americans that try and fail to singlehandedly revive hellenic paganism. oh and weird greek ethnonationalists. roman mythology was taken over by fascists. egyptian mythology by racist colonialists from the 19th century (also greek mythology tbh) and also hoteps. norse, germanic and celtic mythology by literal nazis. slavic mythology by american ya authors who want to write the next witcher. jewish mythology by radical settlers. i could be killed in certain places for attaching the word mythology to christianity, islam or judaism. hindu mythology by caste supremacists and hindutvas and also annoying white ppl who do yoga. what is left for us mythology girlies to enjoy….
idk who needs to hear this rn but suffering is not noble. take the tylenol
One time when I was younger I was refusing to take headache medicine and my mom said “the person who invented that medicine is probably so sad you won’t let them help you” and now every time I find myself denying medicine I just imagine the saddest scientist making those big wet eyes like “why won’t you let me help” and whoop then I take the medicine
scientist when you don’t take the medicine they developed to help your pain
As long as you are taking a SAFE dose of it, then it’s *good* for you. Pain is bad for the body. The inflammation from prolonged pain can worsen chronic issues and make it harder to heal.
Ibuprofen is best for pain that has inflammation, while acetaminophen doesn’t help with inflammation but is more broadly effective on other types of pain. As long as you are taking the recommended dose, you can even take them TOGETHER, since they have different mechanisms of action.
You do need to be aware of how much and how often you are taking any pain medication. Overdoses can be very painful (even lethal.) And if you are in chronic pain often enough that you need more than the safe dose, then you need to look into other medications to manage that pain.
(Also, if you are specifically taking Acetaminophen/Tylenol for your go-to pain management, getting some NAC and taking that with it reduces the risk of overdose AND may strengthen the effect.)
One other thing: NSAIDS (ibuprofen, aspirin, and naproxen being the three big ones) can cause digestive issues with chronic use, including stomach ulcers. That doesn’t mean “don’t take them,” it means “if you’re at the point where you’re on them all the time, every day, constantly, you should talk to a doctor about either reducing that risk or switching to another medication that doesn’t have those side effects.”
I don’t have the source for this table anymore but I felt it should be added to this post.
Also please please please consult your doctor if you are on any other type of medication that put large strains on your liver or kidneys before taking any kind of NSAIDs as they can recommend alternatives.
Yes Chronic Kidney Disease and liver disease prevent the use of NSAIDS entirely. Please remember this. Tylenol is the least harmful to these organs. If migraines are your problem, ask neurologist about the triptan drug family. Downside with these is nausea.
I feel that it is worth bringing up again:
As a scientist, this is the way I feel when people in pain don’t take the medication that was developed to help with pain:
Especially because as a scientist, I know that pain sensitization is a thing, and that experiencing pain for long periods of time can even train your whole nervous system to be even more reactive to potential pain. So if at all possible, I want my friends who are experiencing pain to try to control that pain as much as possible.
So if you are in pain, and you do not have any massive kidney and liver strain that prohibits you from taking a NSAID or paracetamol/Tylenol?
Please take the pain medicine. Please. Pleeeaaaaaase. I’m a scientist.
yeah i’m a scientist who specializes in designing new pain meds. suffering is not noble, this is exactly how i look when y'all don’t manage your pain:
take the meds! i became a scientist in this field explicitly to help people! i became a scientist because i too experience chronic pain and i failed out of literally all pain meds on the market. those of us in this field, we make these things to be used. be safe, follow doses, and if you have questions, ask your doc and pharmacist!
as someone who’s on a shitload of ibuprofen normally: Talk to your doctor about epramazole or similar. It will work wonders on the gastric front.
It reveals very deep flaws in your ideological framework if you consistently take the position that “Pedojacketing harassment campaigns against trans women are good if happen to be actual Pedos”, especially when your definition of “actual Pedo” is “watches the bad sort of Japanese Cartoons”. Like from a coherent materialist point of view, these sorts of campaigns aren’t bad because they happen to get wrongly weaponised against innocent transfems. They’re bad because this sort of interpersonal harassment is completely useless for both dismantling the systems that make child abuse possible and meaningfully rectifying specific cases of abuse on an individual scale, even in the relatively rare* cases where the target does legitimately support or even engage in this abuse.
This ineffectiveness is especially egregious when the criteria for involvement in abuse isn’t based off any actual social relations but merely public engagement with sufficiently reactionary media; determining threat through a usually tenuous and always idealist association. And it’s even more egregious when the media being cited isn’t “reactionary” by any standard beyond the ignorant homogenisation of an entire nation’s media supported by various incorrect assumptions about its general social and legal conditions. The fact that an ostensible “Marxist-Leninist” can hold a position even remotely favourable to these tactics simply demonstrates how detached knowledge of Dialectical Materialism does not automatically translate into an ability to apply it.
*by the nature of these campaigns being most common and effective against those who are least able to defend themselves i.e. those who are most structurally disadvantaged by the very systems that create this abuse in the first place. One a structural level these tactics are oriented towards hurting the vulnerable by rhetorically exploiting the spectre of abuse, not at protecting the vulnerable from actual abuse
[Image description: A screencap of the Biggus Dickus scene from Monty Python’s Life of Brian. A Roman soldier is trying to hold in his laughter whilst Pontious Pilate stares at him sternly. /End description.]
“every possible kind of content can be found on the internet” yeah sure except for the One fucking thing I’m looking for. why does no one want to talk about the One Singular thing I’m looking for. but yeah other than that everything is on here.
All hail Gustave Caillebotte, the only Impressionist who bothered to say “You know what this art movement doesn’t have enough of? Shirtless rough trade, that’s what!” And then he became the change he wanted to see in the world, and I think that’s beautiful.
i saw this in a museum once and i gotta go off on this for a second– not only is it a gorgeous display of technical mastery over light, darkness, composition, form. it’s also a slap in the face to artistic conventions at the time. at the time, you could have nudes but they had to be heroic. they had to be virtuous. 1875, paris– art was supposed to be elevating. it was for the wealthy, it was to be uplifting, it was so everyone who commissioned the pictures could flex their classics education. okay?
so here’s the floor planers. they’re workmen. they’re workmen. they’re not some rent boy you dolled up with a helmet to be achilles or adonis. artists have been hornily painting working-class models (and sex-worker boyfriends) into their portraits forever, but you’re supposed to frame your appreciation for the male form as an intellectually irreproachable appreciation for the heroic body from literature, or, conversely you could depict the humble beauty of peasants, if you must, but it had
to be a sort of ode to nature and the simple life. peasants could be art, as long as they were… out there, you know. in a field. being a metaphor. so there’s your options for looking at a shirtless guy: he’s got to be mythic.
but no. look, here, at the workmen. the floor planers. the workmen’s bodies not dressed up in sandals and helmet, in flowers, on a pedestal. the workmen not employed as some distant paean to an arcadian countryside, not stacking sheaves or holding a lamb or elevating the beauty of nature. they’re here, they’re urban, they’re in a room just like you might have. the workers of your world, in your home, in this reality. the male body as a very real, very nonfigurative tool, humble and employed, but still gorgeous. the beauty of the men that the patrician class pays not to see. the men who come into your mansion through the back door and work unseen and leave unseen. those men. there, right there, this painting, glowing and beautiful.
not adonis. but beautiful.
anyway at the time everyone fucking hated this picture because it’s a direct slap across the classist chops. they were BIG MAD, this was filthy, it was an affront. they hated it. the paris salon rejected it. established intellectuals didn’t want anything to do with this kind of confrontation. it wasn’t art.
i just love that.
like, look at those hot guys go. look at the shine on the floor and the way their arms are. no virtuous framing, no classic allusions. just some regular guys making the floors nice for a rich fucker who never laid eyes on them at all. but here they are: look at them.
